Jtchef2 Posted February 6 Share Posted February 6 Awesome chapter Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hungryboy Posted February 6 Share Posted February 6 Can't wait for Sam to match Kurt's size, so they can have rough muscle sex without worries. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Ro20316 Posted February 8 Share Posted February 8 Kurt and Sam are perfect dor each. They found their soulmate. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted February 10 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 10 It turned out that Kurt was wrong about Sam gaining ten pounds in a month. He gained thirty pounds of muscle. He was up to 240lbs, with a 31” waist. Omar, his personal trainer, couldn’t believe it. “Dude, look at you,” Omar said in awe, as Sam, stripped down to his briefs, flexed in the gym mirror after his workout. “You on gear?” Omar asked. “I mean, no judgement, just curious.” “Nah,” said Sam. Then he thought for a second. “At least I don’t think so.” “What’s that mean?” “Well, I met a…nutritionist…who’s got me on a new…diet and supplement plan. I’m not 100% sure what all’s in it.” “You’ll have to share it with me sometime, because it’s definitely working. You aiming to get any bigger?” “Oh hell yeah,” answered Sam, as he flexed and admired his own arms, and watched them ball up to over 20 inches. “As long as I stay this lean.” He pinched the skin on his cobblestone abs and rolled it in his fingers before letting it snap back in place, thin and tight as cellophane wrap. “How big you aiming for?” Omar asked. “Oh, I’m not setting a limit, Omar. No limit at all.” Sam continued to flex, his briefs soaked thru with sweat. His 240lb physique was so flawless that Omar had to fight the urge to start stroking himself right there. As the weeks went by, Sam continued to train with Omar. What he didn’t tell Omar was, that as his size and strength kept growing, he considered their sessions a mere warmup for his real workout. After his hour with Omar, he drove to another, more hardcore gym, where he used much heavier weights than his fancy gym provided. He concentrated on basic lifts like deadlifting, benching, and squatting. At this gym, he wore oversized hoodies and baggy sweats, which were soaked thru with sweat halfway thru his workout. He never stripped down and posed here; this gym was all about building power. The other lifters at the gym, mostly long time muscleheads, recognized him from TV, and figured the handsome weatherman would give up on heavy lifting pretty quickly. Instead, Sam continued to lift harder and harder, and was soon moving more iron than any of them, gaining their respect and admiration. More than one of them had to adjust themselves in their sweats as the newbie made the whole gym floor shake from deadlifting nearly half a ton for reps. Sam had purposely not joined Kurt’s gym, in order to keep his focus on his own progress. Not that Kurt didn’t notice the newfound muscle mass on his favorite coworker. He made sure to order extra herbal shakes from his ranch manager, and kept Sam well supplied. Sam, for his part, decided not to question whatever was in the stuff that not only seemed to be making him grow into a mutant of muscle, but also made the deep bruising he got from the roughhouse sex sessions with Kurt disappear overnight. One night, during his weather forecast, the sleeves of Sam’s dress shirt ripped at the shoulder, unable to contain his cantaloupe sized deltoids. He ripped the sleeves clear off his arms, then continued with the weather, his thick, vein-laced arms completely exposed. Off camera, Carol almost fainted, Gary came in his polyester pants, and the crew gasped. “And now over to Kurt with sports news,” said Sam when he finished his forecast, but not before hitting a double bi flex for the camera. When the camera switched to Kurt, he let out a hearty laugh and said, “Well, it looks like somebody had a good arm day.” From that night on, the sleeveless dress shirt became Sam’s signature look. By the end of the second month, Sam had put on 35 more pounds. He was built like Iain Valliere. Not only that, but his dick had grown from eight inches to eleven, and had gotten thicker and heavier. By this time, Kurt had grown to 350lbs. They were both hornier than ever, and were having what Sam called god-sex, because any normal man would have been crushed by their sexual antics. One night, they decided to get a hotel suite instead of doing any more damage to Kurt’s place, and ended up trashing most of the furniture and damaging the walls. After coughing up repair costs for that, they decided to pitch in together and buy an old barn just outside of the city. That worked out perfectly for them. They bought a ton of old gym equipment online and filled half the barn with it. They also put in a boxing ring. They had both boxed when they were younger, Sam in college and Kurt in the Marines. Kurt figured they could start a fight club with some of the bigger goons from their gyms. And in on far corner of the barn, they took eight king-sized mattresses and hooked them together in a giant rectangle on the dirt floor. For after fighting. That week at work, Kurt was going to be reporting remotely from the convention center in town. There was a muscle and fitness convention going on, and Kurt’s assignment was to interviewed different health experts, influencers, and athletes every night. One night he had a sit down with a 22-year old arm wrestling champ. For the past four years he hadn’t lost a match. Kurt could smell the gear wafting off the young buck’s oily sweat the minute he sat down. He was a big bloated redneck from Georgia named Hank. He weighed an easy 240. All the gear he was on was making him sweat profusely. His face was shiny with it, and bloated with water retention. He had on a stringer tank with a Superman logo on the front. His delts and traps were spotted with acne. He was a cocky, arrogant dick. Kurt had watched videos of him, from when he was a swaggering sixteen year old to the present, always talking shit and mocking his opponents, especially after he beat them with ease. The interview was not going well. The big galoot gave one word answers, more like grunts, to Kurt’s questions. The jackass made no attempt to seem interested or interesting. But when he pulled out his phone and started checking it, Kurt got pissed off and decided to make things more interesting. “I see there’s an arm wrestling table right behind us, Hank. Why don’t you show me what kind of techniques you use to win so many of your matches?” Hank looked over at the table and said, “Whatever.” Then he looked at Kurt as if for the first time. “Big guys like you usually go down easy. All that beach muscle isn’t much use against this.” Hank smirked and bounced his waterlogged hog pecs. “Beach muscle, huh?” Hank’s eyes widened as Kurt stood up. The tall, broad sportscaster was clearly much bigger than the young dude had realized. They walked over and got on opposite sides of the table and put their arms up. “You ever arm wrestle before?” the young champ asked. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you,” trying his bravado on the giant across from him. “Only in the Marines and in prison. Not much since.” Kurt’s cameraman moved in closer, as the two men linked up their right hands. He could see a flash of doubt cross the young champ’s face as Kurt’s much bigger hand engulfed his own. Even more doubt as Kurt’s upper arm bunched up and pushed his polo sleeve up higher. A small crowd of convention goers was gathering around them. “Um,” stammered Hank, the bluster draining away fast. “I’m not really supposed to arm wrestle anyone who’s not registered.” “Oh, come on, boy. Just one time for the viewers at home. Show them what you can do to beach muscle like mine. You say ‘go’.” Hank couldn’t figure out any way to backdown now, so he leaned into the table and said, “One, two, three, go,” hoping to get a jump on the huge mountain of muscle across from him. Instead, Hank’s hand got slammed down so fast and hard that the crowd jumped. The cameraman hoped no one at home blinked, because they’d have missed it. Hank looked stunned. “You…you jumped the gun,” he said. “Oh, did I?” said Kurt. “Let’s go again, then. Just one more time.” This time, Kurt didn’t slam the champ’s hand down. He just held it in place. Hank pushed and pushed, to no avail. A big squiggly vein popped out across his brow as he struggled to move Kurt’s arm even a little. Kurt yawned as he held Hank’s arm in place. Then he reached into his pocket with his free hand, and pulled out his phone. He scrolled thru the screen with his big thumb. Hank’s face grew beet red, and he leaned his bulky shoulder into his arm so far that his feet almost left the ground. Kurt smiled at the desperate cheat the champ was resorting to. Kurt slowly, tortuously slowly, began to push the redneck’s hand toward the tabletop. Hank’s arm shook with effort, and sweat rolled down his face and hog body. The table creaked and wobbled. Kurt continued to scroll thru his phone nonchalantly. The crowd started to cheer as Hank’s hand neared the table. Clearly, he was an unpopular champ. Kurt got Hank to about an inch from the win and held him there unwavering while Hank’s whole body quivered with effort, sweat matting his hair. Kurt hit a contact number on his phone and called his favorite restaurant. He placed an order for takeout while he held Hank’s hand suspended. When he hung up, he mercifully tapped Hank’s hand down. “Next time, maybe you can try taking on our weatherman instead of all this beach muscle.” Kurt bounced his giant chest shelf back and forth at his losing opponent. The crowd cheered and hooted. They started chanting Kurt’s name. Kurt laughed and turned to the camera. “That’s all from here, folks. Tune in tomorrow for more from MuscleCon.” He flexed his massive 25” right arm, all yoked with pump, and kissed the peak. Meanwhile, off camera, the chump of a champ rubbed his sore arm and sulked off. 35 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 Legend! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
debate1 Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 Your one of the stand out on this forum for just growth! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 The arm wrestling scene is classic Bbmikenjy, thanks! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 Awesome chapter Hank learned his lesson Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted February 11 Share Posted February 11 So damn hot seeing how strong both studs are getting. Sam ripping his sleeves off and posing …hot 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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