Most cannot imagine living in a body like his. Catching a glance of it in the gym mirror as he checks himself out with his harem of gym bros and thinking, ‘fuck, how do you even get that big?… It’d be utterly insane to look in the mirror and have all those muscles staring back at you… How big is big enough?’
That’s not what he sees though. Almost completely blind to his overall enormity, he chooses to focus on his “problem areas.” A few more inches here, more definition there, deeper striations there too, the list goes on and on. The laser focus keeping the steady march of growth going as he struggles more and more to see himself completely, both metaphorically and soon enough physically.
All the while his bros are there with him, egging him on, agreeing with his insane goals and standards of size, either taken in so much that they are oblivious themselves, or consciously along to see just how far they can blow him up.
His mind refuses to process the reality he has created for himself. One where he outweighs 3-4 of them combined. One where he increasingly struggles to fit anywhere, especially doorways. One where he develops an ever more exaggerated waddle. One where his 36" arms, bloated pecs, and cushy lats make him fall just short of reaching his own cock for a little self pleasure. The extreme arousal he feels from the testosterone coursing through his body after his workouts making that release a more common need than most. But that’s what bros are for, right?
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