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Alpha Albert, Part 2 (Conclusion)
🕑 Added 2022-06-08 23:31:02 +0000 UTC
November
The exhibitionist gym setup in the yard disappeared during the month – it was moved into Brock’s garage, and the door always remains down. Part of this is probably due to the weather, as it does get a bit colder around here in the late fall. But I suspect that vanity is also playing a part, and that Brock doesn’t want others to see that he’s not quite lifting as heavy as he normally does. I’m sure it’s causing him fits of frustration and confusion that he just can’t get pumped up during his workouts like he used to.
That’s not to say that Brock isn’t working out hard and heavy. He’s still at it every single day at 4:00pm on the dot. How do I know? Because my fuckin’ wish came true. As soon as the big man starts pressing that first rep, my body is overwhelmed with….well, with whatever happens when somebody works out. I’ve never lifted weights, but good Lord, if this is how it makes you feel – excited, sexy, and powerful – I might just have to start. Sweat starts coming out of every pore, my muscles start to tingle, and I get huge mind-blowing erections that cause me to cum anywhere from three to five times during the three hours he’s working out. It’s completely insane, but I LOVE it.
Of course, I had to change my work schedule so I could leave by 3:30 and make it home before he starts. The first time it happened I was talking to a co-worker in the office when the tsunami of power began washing over me – I ran into the bathroom to recover, but it was clear that wasn’t going to be anytime soon, so I made a hasty exit and yelled to the receptionist that I was going home sick.
But I’m anything but sick. I’m fucking healthier than I’ve ever been. My body keeps growing bigger and bigger every day – I’ve put on 50 pounds of muscle this first month, bringing up to 210. Now that’s not huge for someone who’s 6’4”, but it’s way damn bigger than when I was 160.
December
Merry Christmas to me! I may no longer have Oliver as a boyfriend, but instead got another 50 pounds of muscle added to my body this month thanks to Brock’s hardcore workouts. The growth started to peter out a bit as the month progressed, but really surged the last 10 days – my theory is that Brock was getting desperate as his progress stalled, and he turned to steroids or HGH to jumpstart his growth again. Of course, all it did was make me grow way bigger than I could possibly imagine. I’m up to 260, and I have to say, I look really good. My chest is right at 60 inches, my arms have surged to 22 inches when flexed, and my thighs are a thundering 33 inches around.
The people at work are really taking notice of the change, as I can no longer hid these muscles under a baggy sweatshirt. I keep growing and growing and everything is getting tighter and tighter, and it’s happening so fast. At the end of October I was a wimpy beanpole, and now two months later I’ve transformed into a massive mofo who looks like he’s done nothing but lift superheavy barbells for the past decade. I know some of them are dying to know what’s going on, but they’re too scared to ask.
To help buy me some time, I submitted a leave of absence form yesterday on Christmas Eve and told my boss I would return in February. By then I will hopefully know what I should be telling people.
January
One thing I didn’t realize was how expensive it is when you’re a big muscle stud – my grocery bill when from about $100 a week up to $250, and the money I need for new clothes has been crazy. I needed a way to make some cash quickly, so I did what I had hear Brock was doing – joined OnlyFans under the name Alpha Albert. I thought I would be able to earn an extra few hundred dollars each week, but fuck me, I’ve managed to get over 1,000 subscribers in just the past few weeks and should clear $20,000 by the end of the month, which is way more than I earned at my real job. And all that money was for about 10 hours of very easy work – some posing, some jacking off, and a little dirty talk. I believe I will be emailing my boss at the architectural firm to let him know I will not be coming back in February after all.
I continued to get even bigger, too, adding another 30 pounds to my already spectacular physique. I thought 260 felt powerful, but 290 is way, way better. I love exploring my new body…I love caressing my new muscles, and fingering my ass, and tracing the pulsating veins of my cock with my finger, feeling all the blood rushing to it. Oh God, I gotta get me a new boyfriend, and soon.
February
So there’s one thing that’s been driving me crazy – what’s going on next door? What does Brock look like these days? Is Oliver still obsessed with him? I haven’t seen either of them since the day they moved the gym equipment inside back in November. And then it hit me – I need to sign up for Brock’s Only Fans page! Duh! I could have been spying on him all along.
I set up a second account under a different name and email address and paid the $50 for one month of viewing with his 200 other followers – fuck, is that all he has? One logged in, I clicked on the first video from a few days earlier and was shocked at the change – Brock was still big, but clearly the “no benefits from working out” wish had depleted the ferocious muscles he once possessed. His arms and chest were large but doughy, and his formerly firm stomach had been replaced with a mushy belly that stuck out from the bottom of his shirt. He still looked to be above 300 pounds, but man, the composition of his body was very different.
Brock laid down on his bench and began pumping pressing a bar loaded with 225 pounds – now that may have been a lot for some guys, but it was a huge comedown from the amounts I used to see him lifting in the front yard last summer. Back then he was easily about to bench press at least 500, and now he was struggling mightily with 225 just after 4 reps. Oliver was clearly the cameraman, as I could hear him trying to encourage his lover to do more, but there was no passion in his voice. No yearning. Just a flat “You got it, babe.”
After barely finishing a fifth rep, a sweaty and breathless Brock got up and went through some poses, which only made him sweatier and more breathless. It was embarrassing to see, but man it made me rock hard. I was getting everything he wanted so badly.
I immediately logged off under my new screen name and signed back on as Alpha Albert, and the first thing I did was raise my monthly fee from $25 to $100. If Brock could charge $50, I was easily worth double that. Mind you, I had put on another 20 pounds of muscle this month, breaking through the 300-pound barrier up to 310. My chest is now 68 inches, arms are at 24, and thighs at 36 – and my waist is still and very flat and very defined 34.
March
Brock’s making almost too easy for me. He put an alert on his Only Fans account that he was going to do a live session today. Now, the old me would have never done anything that could be labeled as “disruptive,” but the new me – all 320 pounds, with my 70-inch chest, 25-inch arms, and 37-inch thighs – I am all about this sort of shit. I’m gonna make a splash today.
I waited for Brock’s live session to begin. He came on to the screen and was standing near his weight setup in the garage wearing a tank top which probably fit a while back, but which was now too loose in the chest and shoulders and too snug in the waist. He had clearly lost muscle and gained fat since he bought it. Oliver was there as the supposed doting lover, but he stood a good two feet away from Brock and showed very little interest. The lust that overwhelmed him at the beginning of their relationship had clearly fizzled.
I watched for a few minutes, got up from my desk, and headed to their house. Fortunately, the front door had been left unlocked – and when I say fortunately, I mean for them, as I would have definitely broken it down if it had been locked. Nothing was going to stop me today.
“Hey, guys, you home?” I yelled, and my deep voice echoed through the hallway. I didn’t wait for a reply, but rather headed directly for the garage through the kitchen. It was easy to find since the layout of the house was so similar to mine.
I yanked open the door and strode into the garage, where both Brock and Oliver appeared to be stunned. After about 10 seconds, Brock finally asked, “Who the fuck are you?”
“It’s me, Albert. Your neighbor, dog. You used to call me Noodle, remember? Of course, that was before I got into shape.”
Oliver’s eyes opened wide. “Albert? What happened? How…how did you get so…BIG?”
I decided not to answer, since my story was a bit unbelievable. “You like, Oliver? Look at these guns…25 inches of pure muscle. More powerful than any guy around. Certainly stronger than the pussy you’ve shacked up with.”
Oliver smiled, but Brock frowned. “Hey, fuckhead, nobody comes into my house…”
With a lightning-quick movement, I reached out, grabbed Brock’s forearm, and squeezed with all my power. “I’ll come into your house and do whatever I fuckin’ want. You’re no longer strong enough to stop me, Brock. Or should I call you Beta, since you’re clearly no longer an Alpha like me? Where’d all your muscles go, Mr. Beta. I see you got a pathetic 185 on the rack for benching…shit, that’s for little babies, isn’t it?”
Brock gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the extreme pain he was feeling. “Yeah, I’m a little off my peak, so fuckin’ what?”
“A little?” I laughed. “Dude, you were doing over 500 last summer – like 20 reps. And now you’re only doing 185, and I’m guessing 3 reps is your max, right?”
The former stud hung his head. Albert took a half step closer and pulled up the hem of Brock’s tank top to reveal his sagging belly. “Jesus, lardass. You’ve obviously been spending way more time chugging donuts then pumping iron. Look at this gut!”
“Oliver,” said Brock. “Turn off the live stream. Now!”
His boyfriend didn’t move, but rather continued to stare at me. “Um, is that OK, Albert?” he finally asked.
“That’s right, little man. Ask permission from the Alpha,” I responded, seeing that the lust he used to feel for Brock had transferred to me. “But no, let’s leave the stream on for everyone to enjoy. And if they like what they’re seeing, they can always subscribe to my channel, Alpha Albert. If they want to see a real man…with a real body…and doing whatever he goddamn pleases. And what I want to do right now is pump up these muscles and fuck!”
So that’s what I did. I ordered Brock to set up the bars (he was too scared at this point to argue anymore) and then I start pumping out rep after rep. I’m sure my form was horrible, as I honestly had no lifting experience, but it didn’t matter than much as the poundage I was handling was out of this world. Blood surged into my arms, ands my pecs, and my legs, and the pumps I was getting made me look ever more impressive. I felt like a fuckin’ muscle god, and I made sure to demonstrate my strength by not only beating Brock is an arm-wrestling contest (where I let him use both arms to my one), but also military pressing the fucker into the air 20 times like he weighed nothing at all.
After that, both men were so turned on that they begged me to fuck them. So we took the camera into the bedroom, and I filled them with my seed over and over and over. My cock has always been impressive, and the added muscle in my groin gave it all the power it needed to hammer those guys good.
April
So much has changed since last month…where to start? Ok, well, I figured I actually need to start taking care of my body now, so I hired myself a trainer, Rocco, who at first was a little skeptical that I needed assistance – I’m still 6’4” but am up to 340 pounds with a 72-inch chest, 26-inch arms, and 39-inch thighs – truly massive! Rocco helped a lot with my form and with setting up routines to make keep me growing, and he’s also a chef, so he makes sure I’m eating right, too. It takes a lot of calories to maintain all this size. I think Rocco may also end up as a fuck buddy, as well, but we’ll have to see how that goes.
Oh, and don’t worry – I’m getting plenty of fucking done, and all it’s on camera. I’ve raised my Only Fans price now to $200 a month, and I’m up to 2,000 subscribers already…and that number climbs each and every day. For those of you who can do some math, that’s 400 fuckin’ grand a month from my job as Alpha Albert – everyone loves to tune it to see me debase and degrade my sidekicks, Oliver and Brock, and for them to serve as my fucktoys. Yeah, the wimp and the blimp aren’t proud of the work like I am, but I throw them just enough funds to keep a roof over their heads.
Of the two, Brock is the one who is the most ashamed. I bought all his lifting equipment for pennies on the dollar and moved it over to my house, so he doesn’t have any way to work out anymore. He just sits as home until I order him to come over, and he’s been getting more out of shape and fatter every day. He must have put on at least 30 more pounds of flab since last month, and he lost a good deal of his muscle. And once on the cam session, I definitely ridicule him for turning into a weak, helpless blob while I show off how strong I am in comparison, and then shoot my cum all over his face and laugh.
Yeah, life is good for me and only getting better. I’m gonna use all new cash to get a much bigger house – one that truly suits my new body and my new attitude. Also new clothes, new truck – fuck, whatever I want, I’m gonna get. That’s what Alpha Albert is all about.
