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"The Freak Squad"
The automatic doors sighed open at 10:02 AM, and every employee near the front instinctively looked up.
Not because the store was busy.
Because Evan had arrived.
The blue-and-yellow Best Buy polo looked less like a uniform and more like industrial fabric under tension. The collar sat high against a neck so thick it pressed into the seams, while the sleeves—already custom ordered in the largest size the store could get—clung around upper arms that looked vacuum-sealed into the material. Management had tried getting him proper white short-sleeve dress shirts for consultations, but after three failed orders and one visibly defeated tailor, they’d given up.
So now he just wore the polo.
And stretched it to its engineering limits.
At six-foot-four and somewhere north of 500 pounds, Evan moved through the Magnolia audio section with the careful awareness of a man who understood his own gravitational pull. The polished floor creaked faintly under each step. Veins rolled beneath his forearms as he adjusted a display speaker with absurd gentleness, thick fingers turning precision knobs like a mechanic handling jewelry.
A customer wandered into the aisle.
Mid-thirties. Browsing posture. Curious but defensive. The universal body language of someone who planned to say, “I’m just looking.”
Evan intercepted him with a professional smile.
“Morning, man. Looking for home audio?”
The customer glanced up—and up a little farther.
“Uh… maybe. Just checking stuff out.”
Evan nodded, folding his arms carefully. The fabric across his chest tightened so much the stitched Geek Squad logo distorted.
“Well, if you want my honest opinion, this setup over here?” He gestured toward a gleaming stack of speakers and a receiver. “This is the first system in the store that actually sounds like a theater instead of pretending to.”
The customer laughed a little. “That expensive, huh?”
“Depends what you mean by expensive.”
Evan crouched beside the subwoofer.
The movement alone was absurd. His thighs compressed against khakis strained nearly white at the seams, forearms flexing as he lifted the forty-pound unit one-handed and slid it forward like it was empty cardboard.
“You ever go to the movies and feel the bass in your ribs?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“That’s displacement. Most soundbars fake it. This thing doesn’t fake anything.”
He tapped the cabinet with a knuckle the size of a walnut.
The customer’s skepticism started cracking.
Evan could tell. Years on the sales floor had taught him the exact moment curiosity overtook budget discipline.
He stood again, slowly, the polo tightening across his torso as though the motion alone might split it apart.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Sit down for thirty seconds.”
The demo room dimmed.
A scene from an action movie rolled across the screen.
Then the sound hit.
The subwoofer thundered—not loud in the cheap way, but deep, controlled, physical. The couch vibrated subtly. Glass shelving hummed. Somewhere outside the room, a coworker muttered, “There goes Evan again.”
The customer’s eyes widened.
Evan grinned.
“That’s only at forty percent.”
“Jesus.”
“Exactly.”
The customer looked back at the price tag with the haunted expression of a man realizing he was about to spend far more money than intended.
Evan leaned casually against the wall.
At least, he tried to.
The drywall popped softly behind him.
He straightened immediately.
“Anyway,” he said smoothly, pretending not to notice, “we can also bundle installation.”
blowing myself up into a roided muscle slut feels so good. I can't get enough of this growth
"Bae, move, I'm tryna' play my game." You said slightly annoyed at the presence of your boy at your feet.
"I'm sorry okay? I just wanted to make it up to you." He said softly as he felt up your thighs. "I was really annoyed today and I was being a bitch to you and you didn't deserve it."
"That's okay. Let's just move on." You said sighing, grabbing the controller from your side to start playing.
He whined softly and rubbing your thighs, lowering his face into your bulge, whining more and kissing it while making eye contact.
"What puppy?" You said using a hand to ruffle his hair.
He'd continue to nuzzle his face into your bulge while whining.
You'd grow harder as he nuzzled. Becoming extremely submissive to your touch.
"Can I daddy? Hmm?" He said gently sucking on your member through the fabric.
"Do you think you deserve your treat puppy?" You said grinning. Who could ever stay mad at an adorable face?
"I'll be good daddy. I promise." He said licking the fabric more. Inhaling the scent.
"Go ahead baby." You said releasing his hair.
Without hesitation he opened up your fly and took your cock into his mouth, working straight to the base. Moaning and staring at you while he worked up and down.
Groaning in pleasure, your head fell back as he worshipped you. Slurping up and down your cock, letting go only to take in each orb from your sack.
He'd move up and kiss your neck and whisper into your ear. "Does daddy want my boy pussy?" He said softly.
"You know I do. Mount up." You said lowering your underwear and tossing them off.
Without hesitation he licked his hand a few times and rubbed his lightly furry hole and climbed on your hard member. Sitting on it, slowly taking you to the base. He'd grab your hands and lead them to his soft nipples, using his own free hands to feel up your chest and neck.
"Fuck its great to be a man..."
Boys can apologize in the best way.
The Freshman 150
When I first met my roommate in late August, he looked like he was made of pipe cleaners. At 5'6" and barely 100 pounds soaking wet, he was so slight I honestly worried the industrial-strength fans in the dorm would blow him down the hallway. He was a "shadow student"—quiet, unassuming, and swallowed whole by a size-small hoodie. I figured he’d spend the year buried in the library. I couldn't have been more wrong.
The Foundation: September to October
The transformation started with the shipments. Within the first two weeks, our floor space was gone. He didn't buy snacks; he bought pallets. Industrial-grade tubs of "Mega-Mass 5000" and "Titan Protein" stacked up like a fortress around his desk. The sound of his blender became my morning alarm at 5:00 AM—a thick, sludge-like whirring as he downed 3,000 calories before the sun was even up. He’d hit the campus gym twice a day, every day.
By mid-October, his clothes, once baggy, started to fit like a second skin. He hit 150 pounds—a 50% increase in body mass—but he just frowned at the mirror.
"I think the laundry service is using too much heat," he’d mutter, tugging at a t-shirt that was starting to drape perfectly over shoulders that had suddenly doubled in width. He wasn't just "toning up"; he was expanding at a rate that defied biology. I’d come back from class to find him polishing off a mixing bowl of pasta, only to see him shaking up a protein shake an hour later.
The Density: November to January
By Thanksgiving, the "little size" he thought he was gaining became a local legend. He was 200 pounds of pure, dense muscle. His neck had thickened into a solid column of granite, and his thighs—once like twigs—were now thick, pulsing trunks that rubbed together with every step. He had to buy a "Heavy Duty" office chair because his standard-issue dorm chair had literally snapped under the pressure of his quads.
When we returned from winter break in January, I actually did a double-take. The person who walked through the door wasn't my roommate; it was a wall of meat. He’d spent the break in a "hyper-bulking" phase, walking in at a staggering 270 pounds. At 5'6", he was becoming as wide as he was tall.
"Dude," I said, dropping my bag. "What have you been eating? A cow?"
He turned, a confused look on his face. His neck had practically disappeared into a yoke of muscle. "What do you mean? I just stuck to the routine. I feel like I'm losing my gains, actually. I feel small today."
The 350-Pound Titan: April
By the time the spring thaw hit, he had peaked. He was 350 pounds of sheer, explosive muscle. He was a walking, breathing mountain, his back a map of muscle groups I didn't even know existed. His arms were so thick he couldn't even put them flat against his sides anymore; he just walked with a permanent, massive power-lat spread.
He didn't walk through the dorm anymore; he lumbered. The floor vibrated when he moved. He’d have to turn sideways to get through the doorway, and he’d just grumble about the doorframes being too narrow. He’d rip a shirt putting it on and just mutter about "cheap fabric." To him, he was still the same guy, just "filling out a bit."
The Year-End Blowout
The end-of-the-year keg party was the final act. When he walked in, the music actually skipped. He had to turn completely sideways to fit through the basement door, his massive delts scraping both sides of the frame. He was wearing a shirt that was basically a tarp with armholes, and even that looked like it was under a high-pressure steam blast.
"Thirsty?" I asked, handing him a full pitcher of beer.
"Parched," he rumbled, his voice a low-frequency vibration.
He didn't just drink; he fueled. As the night went on and the beer flowed, the sheer volume of liquid began to take its toll. His rock-hard, six-pack abs, usually carved like marble, began to push outward. By the third hour, his midsection was bloating out—a massive, hard sphere of beer and muscle pushing his XXXL shirt up until it sat above his navel. He looked like a titan who had swallowed a boulder. He patted his distended, drum-tight belly with a hand the size of a catcher's mitt and let out an earth-shattering burp.
"I think..." he paused, "I'm finally starting to fill out. Might actually hit the gym for real next semester."
The Move-Out
The sun the next morning seemed to bounce off the sheer acreage of skin currently occupying 90% of our room. I woke up to the sound of the floorboards groaning as he attempted to sit up. The beer bloat from the night before hadn't gone down; it had settled. His midsection was a protruding, drum-tight sphere sitting heavily atop his massive, vein-webbed thighs.
"Man," he rumbled. "I think I'm coming down with something. I feel... tight. Like I’m shrinking."
It was move-out day, but the room had become a trap. He tried to put on his "going home" outfit, but the joggers couldn't get past his calves. He pulled until the seams literally exploded.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, standing there like a bronze statue of a titan. "Clothes are getting smaller every year."
When it was time to leave, he stood in front of the door frame. He tried to walk through normally, but his shoulders hit both sides of the wooden frame simultaneously with a loud thud. He had to exhale, tucking his chin into his massive traps, and literally force himself through. I watched the doorframe flex and heard the nails groan as 350 pounds of unstoppable mass shoved its way into the hall.
Downstairs, his parents were waiting by a heavy-duty SUV. His dad’s jaw hit the pavement.
"Hey guys," the giant rumbled, tossing his heavy bags into the trunk, causing the car's suspension to bottom out instantly. "Sorry I'm a bit late. I feel like a string bean today. I need to get back on track for sophomore year."
As they drove off, the entire vehicle leaned heavily to the right under his weight. I stood on the curb and wondered: if he thought he was a "string bean" now, what would happen when he came back in the fall?
Big boy watching his turtle gut grow…
“Yeah I’ve got a roid gut. What’s the matter? Jealous you can’t pack away as much protein as me?”
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Bro!! My hole belongs to you. Do what you want to do with it. Sniff it!! Clean it!! Lick it!! Rim it!! Eat it!! Finger it!! Tongue it!! Poke it!! Fist it!! Fuck it!! Breed it!! And let all your friends to use it all the like!!
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