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How Did I Get So Big?
🕑 Added 2022-06-12 05:00:37 +0000 UTC
Glad you could make it. Come on in...we can talk in the living room.
So you’re Howard Block? I have to say, Howard…you’ve done a good job of staying under the radar. I’ve heard of most of the men with the interest, and the cash, to sponsor me, but you are a bit of a mystery.
Not the flashy type? Hey, that’s OK by me. Did you bring the audited financial documents?
Thanks. Hmm….You like how I look? Well, thank you, and I could say the same thing about your net worth. It’s very, very attractive. The best-looking I’ve seen so far.
So you know the deal, right? The cost is $1 million a month. You also need to provide me with a suitable living space, and a fully stocked gym of course, and pay for all my food and supplements. And that’s food cooked by a personal chef – not some crap from a convenience store. I got plenty of workout gear, but if you want to be seen with me, you need to pay for outfits for those events – and travel expenses on a private jet. Even first class on a regular plane is too cramped for this body.
In return? Well, in return you get the pleasure of watching me eat and lift any time you want, and you get the pleasure of going to bed with the biggest and strongest motherfucker on the planet each night.
Yeah, it’s a lot of money, but look at what you get for that money. Something you cannot get anywhere else in the world. Any other questions?
Ask anything you want.
How did I get so big?
Well, I was relatively normal-sized as a teenager – about 6 feet tall and around 180 pounds. Right in line with the rest of my family. I played some sports, but only stuck with baseball throughout high school.
And then, during my senior year, I began to grow. And grow. I added a whopping 8 inches over the winter, sprouting all the way to 6’8”. It was painful, too – my body ached all the time, and I got super skinny. I lost all my coordination, and I had to stop playing baseball.
Yeah, it sucked. But it turned out to be the best thing that happened to me. With all that free time since I wasn’t catching balls and running bases, I decided to head to the gym. I still weighed 180 even though I had grown 8 inches, and I wanted to see if I could add some beef to my frame.
It wasn’t easy at first because my metabolism was so fast, but I stuck with it. I started taking creatine and protein powders and lifted really hard, and during my first year of college I got up to 210 pounds. Still underweight for my height, but a huge improvement.
During my sophomore year, however, something changed. I had always appreciated the physiques of the guys who were bigger than me, but my appreciation turned into a craving. I became obsessed with getting huge. I wanted muscles bigger than all the other lifters around me. If they had 18-inch arms, I wanted mine to be 20. If they had a 45-inch chest, I wanted 50. All I could think about was pumping the heaviest possible weights and turning into the biggest stud around.
I got it bad, man. Not just bitten by the bodybuilding bug, but completely devoured by it. I would stay in the gym for 3 to 4 hours a day, ignoring my friends, and my professors, and everybody else. All I cared about was getting bigger. I managed to make it through my sophomore year, barely, but then I dropped out. I moved back with my parents and got a job at a gym so that I could be there all the time.
Everything during the next few years was about bodybuilding and developing the best possible physique. The only things I did were eat, lift, and well, yeah, fuck around from time to time. A man’s got needs, you know. But anyway, I got up to 250 the next year and 280 the year after that. I was only 22 at that point and still wanted more size, but goddamn I was feeling good.
Soon after, I started entering bodybuilding shows and did well – I didn’t win all of them, but I never placed less than 3rd. It was at these shows that I started meeting guys like you – sponsors who would help me maintain my growing lifestyle for a little bit of fun in return. After a few of these sessions, I was able to afford better supplements and a personal trainer to help keep me going.
By 23 I had added another 20 pounds and was up to 300 – fuck, I thought I was so huge back then. I won two more contests and should have been content. But I wasn’t. I loved having all the muscle, but I was hungry for more. More size, more strength, more everything.
I went into a bulking phase after my last contest, determined to really pack on the mass. I started eating less and less of the grilled chicken and broccoli and more or more of…well, anything I could get my paws on. I was suddenly starving all the time and ate for the hunger that was coming. God forbid anyone come between my and whatever food I was eating – I would have probably killed them.
I had a pretty good set of abs until that point, but they disappeared rather quickly as my weight climbed and climbed. 300, 320, 340, 360, and up and up. I started getting really big all over – my arms blew up to 24 inches, my chest surged to 65, and my thighs were close to 40. I was no longer ripped, but I no longer cared. I loved watching my belly get bigger and my love handles growing. I loved the feeling as my chest thickened and my ass spread out. And I really loved hulking out of my clothes all the time – everything became so fuckin’ tight, and I would get a huge boner anytime I split a seam or popped a button.
Yeah, I felt sexier and more confident with each passing day. I was a bit worried that the attention I had been getting would wane, but it was exactly the opposite – the bigger and beefier I got, the more attention you little queens started paying to me. I could feel all your eyes on me wherever I went – worshipping all my mass, dying to get me along for even a minute. One guy offered me 100 bucks just to see me flex my arm. I told him it would cost him $300, and he paid right on the spot. Just for a flex of my 26-inch bicep…he didn’t even touch it, and he still jizzed in his little slacks.
Men were lined up to take me to dinner each night. I’d charge them $500 for the privilege, plus they’d have to pay for a steak dinner for me at the finest restaurants in town. I’d chow down on all the fixin’s, and they’d slipped under the table and start rubbing my gut and tugging on my pole. I’d get these huge erections that would extend out of my short shorts and get these insanely hot blowjobs while stuffing a good 5,000-7,000 calorie meal down my own throat. Then if they would pay me another grand, I’d take them home and pound the shit out of them in the bedroom. Fuckin’ wimps paid every fuckin’ time.
I was still hitting the weights every day, too. Fuckin’ ownin’ it at the gym and lifting heavier than any other guy in the state. 600-pound bench presses, 900-pound squats, and 1,100-pound deadlifts. My muscles were blowing up as fast as my flab, and I just grew and grew and grew. Within another year I had hit 400 pounds, and then last year I was at 475. And now you see me here at 550 pounds and only 26 years old. I’ve got 28-inch arms, a 75-inch chest, a 52-inch waist, and 45-inch quads.
Look at all this beef, Howard. Look at all the power. I can tell from here you want this godly body something awful. You’ve already cum twice during my story, haven’t you? And you’re hard for a third time and about ready to explode. All that lust and I’ve still got my shirt on…here, let me take it off. That's better, right? All this beef on display...it almost seems like I've gotten bigger just by taking my shirt off. Like it was holding back all this glory.
Jeez, you’re licking your lips so hard that I think you haven’t eaten in days. Has it been a while, Howard? Are you feeling hungry for some of this thick, juicy man-tit? Look how big it is – bigger than your head. Or how about my arm? It’s so strong I could pick you up and hold you in the air with ease as I suck all the remaining cum out of your tiny little dick. You want all this, Howard? You ready to sign?
Good to hear. I’m going to make one little change on the agreement before you put your John Hancock on it, however – the fee is going up to $2 million a month. But I’m worth it, right? I gotta outweigh you by 400 pounds, and I’m gonna keep getting bigger and sexier just for you, Howard. But only if you sign the contract. Otherwise, some other lucky guy is gonna lock this down and go to bed with me each and every night. He’ll be the one to suck my footlong cock and swallow up all my muscle cum. He’ll be the one to get to lick my balls, finger my huge ass, and nibble on all my beautiful muscles that will just grow stronger and more powerful. Getting bigger…and bigger…and bigger.
Oh, Howard, you came again. You OK? That looked like it was quite an explosion. The pen? Oh, here you go. That’s great, Howard. I’ll send a copy to your lawyer. Do you need a minute to recover or…no, you want to go to the bedroom right now? You got it, stud. Let’s go.
