My ideal state: big, dumb, horned up fucken musclebrute gooner. Makin my brains mush and fillin my head with meat bros
Fucking goals

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@roidsnreds
My ideal state: big, dumb, horned up fucken musclebrute gooner. Makin my brains mush and fillin my head with meat bros
Fucking goals
A Jock is always glad to show off and serve
You live to flex bro 💪
Tall sub gainer looking for sugar daddy
Hi! Im a college student that is looking to be one someone's sponsored pig. It's hard for me to find the time and money to grow, so if you want to own me I'll show you what I look like to discuss.
The last guy was a scam so I can prove I'm real in pms lol. Can't upload photos on posts :/
"Insatiable"
Your stomach growled loudly as the clock inched toward noon, signaling that it was time for another meal. It was almost amusing how your body seemed to anticipate the incoming fuel, rallying its resources for the next phase of growth. The growl didn’t feel like a sign of lack or deprivation—it was more like a summons, a call to the food, as if your body had developed a language all its own.
But satisfaction? That had eluded you for years. No matter how much you consumed, your body always craved something more: fuel, rest, gear, sex. It was a relentless cycle, primal and consuming. There were moments when you felt more animal than human, mindlessly succumbing to instinct. You’d even had episodes where you blacked out, only to wake up with protein powder smeared across your hands and mouth, the gritty residue a testament to whatever frenzy had taken hold of you.
Now, as you sat there, the faint tang of sweat lingered on your tongue, your body seemingly recycling itself in some desperate, grotesque efficiency. You could smell it—trenbolone seeping through your pores, its acrid signature clinging to your breath. It was the scent of a life lived at the edge, of hunger far beyond the ordinary.
Hunger wasn’t even the right word anymore. This was something deeper, darker. You were too far gone, and the abyss within you was insatiable.
CRUSH DADDY
Raging Stallion - The Way To A Man's Heart #2
Muscle Worship
Feel my power!
You had never done something like this before but if you knew how it was going to turn out maybe you would have reconsidered this thought.
You waited at the hotel as you hear the knocking at the door.
“It’s open.” As you sit on the bed as you hear the door open and close as the man enters.
“You called for worship?” As the handsome Latino man grinned and set his backpack down on a nearby table.
You gulp. You’ve never done something like before and you nod in agreement.
“First time? The name is Luis by the way. It’s gonna be fun.” As he moves and stands in front of you.
He slowly strips, revealing his muscles. It’s something you’ve always seen people do online but you wanted to do.
They were perfect to you and your hands immediately reach out and grab them.
“Guess I don’t have to tell you how this works huh?” As Luis grins and posed for you.
He’s a god in living, breathing form for you. You deserve this moment as Luis allows you to get a closer feel as you press up against him.
“Oh yeah? Really get in there stud. Holy shit my muscles love this; they love you too.”
It’s like touching liquid gold. You can’t help but get hard at this encounter and it seems like Luis doesn’t mind as his own cock was hard in his shorts.
He allows you to kiss and lick his muscles and you nearly pass out when he commands you to do so.
Licking off the musk and sweat off his body. It’s everything you wanted.
But not too long into this do you hear a chime goes off.
“Ah ah. Times up stud. And now, time for your payment…” Luis says as he flexed his muscle one last time for you… or so you thought.
You nod and reach for your wallet when he suddenly scoops you up and buries you in his chest.
You moan as your face is pushed into his chest but you don’t have a chance to really feel anything besides intense pressure as you panic and struggle!
You try and just grab at him, your muscles tense and suddenly your head is pushed between his pecs and soon does your shoulders as Luis grunts and flexes, pulling you inside him.
You can’t believe this is happening as you wiggle and struggle wildly, body parts flailing as Luis holds you steady and flexed his pecs over and over again as he consumes you body completely.
In the end, your legs wiggle and the muscleman grins as he flexed tightly, forcing them in to finally complete his transaction.
Deep inside him, your brain is scattered as you try to recover on what’s happened but it’s all over as your forced into a position you can’t recover from.
Luis grunts and flexes multiple times and he can feel your body be consumed by him as he stands in front of a mirror and flexes as his muscles swell and expand.
His biceps grow, pecs expand. His abs push out as his stomach looks more like a beer gut as his bulge stretches and thighs push into each other.
He marvels at the growth you’ve given him as he pops a double bicep as his cock rips from his shorts, spraying thick wads of cum on the mirror before he final settles down.
Luis sighs and digs into your pockets; gladly pilfering your cash and tossing everything of yours in a trash can before he grabs his belongings and leaves the now empty hotel.
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Absolute Fucken Goals
If you're ever wondering what I mean by that, this guy is pretty much the embodiment of what I'm turning myself into. A huge, jacked, hairy, musky meathead dedicated to growing bigger and stronger every day, and pushing my body well beyond what "normal" people would ever consider attractive. I don't want normal, I don't want conventional attractiveness, I don't want pretty. I want to be that muscle freak in the gym who oozes testosterone, the mass monster who makes otherwise "normal" men start to feel their inner musclepig stir inside them, the huge fucken musclebrute who draws other growth-obsessed beastmen to him so we can push each other further.
Fuck normal. I want to be fucken huge.
Coach likes me big’n strong
Coach likes me following orders
Coach likes me showing off my hard work
Bulat Sologub absolutely exploding with muscle. Getting so big so fast it looks like he’s gonna pop. Fuck I wanna look like this.
super police muscle
Roided Law Enforced
I TOLD YOU, BOY, TO WAIT IN THE SLING FOR ME - NOW IT'S GOING TO BE A NO MERCY F U C K - SOON YOU'LL LEARN TO OBEY ME - GO GET MY REDS, LIGHTER AND BEER AND WAIT FOR ME - GREASE UP YOUR HOLE
ANY DAY, ANYWHERE, ANY TIME
ROIDED OUT SMOKE BOY