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bullvolution: bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:bullvolution:deadlifts-and-derrida:Every single dollar he makes goes to food and gear. Every week he shows up bigger and more bloated. Almost too heavy to dance. But that’s ok, the crowd just wants to see him slowly inflate with more and more beef. The well used wooden stage under his feet signaled constantly that it was strained under his increasing mass with each passing week. He had weighed himself that evening luckily he had sprang for the upgraded scale it stopped at “362 pounds” he smirked at his reflection in the mirror all the mass he had packed on his 5 foot 7 inch frame and he was hungry for more. He flexed for a good 30 minutes working up a good sweat and panting like a hungry animal then proceeded to wiggle himself into his thong for the night one he had owned since he was fitness competitor which seemed like a lifetime ago. He wouldn’t be qualifying for any fitness competition ever again and he had no plans to either. Fast forward to later that evening…“WELCOME TO THE MOTHERFUCKING MEAT FACTORY WHERE WE HAVE THE BIGGEST AND SEXIEST STRIPPERS IN TOWN” The DJ could be heard yelling over the speaker system as the crowd was slowly building towards midnight when the star of the show and one of the biggest man most of the attendees had ever seen would make his appearance. I dropped my bag on the floor. I guess one of the benefits of being the headliner was I got my own dressing room. Where most of the guys needed some assortment of uppers or alcohol to get themselves ready for the night I on the other hand had some dumbbells to pump myself up and made sure they increased in size as I did so I could get a proper pump. I didn’t have to show up till nearly 10 to get ready when most of the newbies were on stage so it was nice to be able to take my time. I could hear Mitch hyping up the guys and as expected most of the guys in the crowd were waiting for the bigger guys to come out. I grabbed the 90s off the floor and started pumping out a quick set of curls.After over an hour of curls, pushups, shoulder flyes and bodyweight squats I saw the clock was tickling towards midnight. I took a deep breath “Showtime.” I began the slow walk to the stage. 5 minutes into my set for the night…By my estimation I’ve already collected $200 on the night and you would think with my body covered in oil and the tiny bit of fabric coming my crotch and ass that I would haven’t many places to place that much cash especially with most of it being singles and fives. But I’m with my size and bloat I’m getting plenty of money stuffed in between muscles because of all the crevasses that my form has created between my armpits, my inner thighs (the little space that is left), and the list goes on. I love the feeling of the little hands of my many admirers in the crowd on my massive frame listening to them go into a frenzy.“Yea that’s it and I plan on coming back bigger next weekend boys.”This was a feeding frenzy for the size queens in the crowd and I loved every minute of it. I was chum to the greedy men in the crowd and they pushed to get a hand on me. But now the big spenders had shown up and had made their way to the stage stuffing hundreds into my g string.“Yea that’s it Hammer (my stage name).” As one of them stuffed two crisp from the ATM hundred dollar bills in between my pecs. “That’s so you can definitely come back bigger than ever get that extra box of GH on me.” He smiled big and licked his lips.“They were all the same I thought to myself they couldn’t get enough of my size and most of them wanted me to gain even more.” I was bought back to reality at the sound of the MC’s booming voice. “Fellas make sure Hammer feels the love. He works hard for you guys. That much bloated mass doesn’t come easy.” He chuckled. “I’ve seen him polish off a whole 8 piece KFC family meal with sides in one sitting last week before he got on stage. Make sure he can afford to come back bigger for all you boys and girls again and again.”I glanced at the MC and nodded. “That fucker always knew how to sell a show. He had told me more than a few guys had come back during off hours to find out every bit about me. Even a freak like me had stalkers I guess. Well guess it comes with the territory.”I was nearing the end of my set when a newbie I had never seen before caught my eye he had a calmness about him in a sea of screaming men most of whom were foaming at the mouth. He walked up to the stage and looked up at me and motion with a finger for me to bend down so I obliged. I was near the end of the night so what could it hurt to get a newbie addicted.He reached into his pocket and pulled out a chicago bankroll and pushed it between the upper part of my pecs it was so thick I actually had to squeeze a bit to make sure it stayed in place. He leaned forward a bit more and started speaking I could barely make it out above the sound of the crowd and the MC.“I want to see how much it takes to make a greedy roid pig like you pop.”I smirked and stood up straight.“Goodnight boys. See y’all next week.”“Well that was interesting.” As I waddled my way backstage. The cooldown…I sat back in the chair with a towel around my waist in my dressing room and rubbed my head with the extra towel I had bought. That post routine shower was always welcomed after doing an long set under the hot stage lights of the Meat Factory. I cleaned up and counted my take for the night.“A new record night for me. A little over 4 grand.” I looked at the bankroll the newbie handed me and unrolled it to see what he had actually given me. I let out a low whistle. “Well damn that’s 5 grand all by itself. Hopefully I’ll be seeing him again.”I finished packing up my stuff and said my goodnights. I saw the clock read 2:05. I needed to get to bed so I could get to the gym tomorrow morning for leg day. I exited out the backstage and started my walk home. A car drove by me and slowed to a stop only to reverse the backseat window of the towncar rolled down.“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bankroll.” I smiled seeing the face of the generous tipper. “Good evening Hammer. You need a ride.”“Fuck it was a cold winter night. I still had a couple of blocks to go.”“Yea man sure.” He opened the door for me and moved over. I got into the car to escape from the night air. “Let my driver put your bag in the trunk. With as much size as you have there isn’t a lot of room in here for the both of us and your bag.” So I handed my bag to the driver who had gotten out to assist me. I smiled at him and thank him for the ride in advance.“You must be starving Hammer.” At the sound of those words my stomach grumbled. I usually didn’t go that long without eating but it had been a whirlwind day. “Here have these.” He pulled out three large pizzas from under his seat since piping hot from my favorite pizza joint just across the street from the Meat Factory. I started devouring them without warning dripping hot pizza sauce everywhere. I barely even noticed that we had driven by my place and we were now on the nicer part of town. I wiped my mouth with the back of my massive forearm. “I love watching a monster such as yourself eat, Hammer.” I let out a massive burp. “What had I gotten myself into?” Nearly 6 months later…I found out his name formally although I can’t disclose it due to the NDA I signed. But that night he wined and dined me well in a certain way. I was fed plenty of food and he talked about a proposal for me to his guinea pig for a 6 month trial period and if I gave him that time he would do everything in his power to help me achieve my goals.I roll over in my personal suite and see the alarm reading 5:00 AM. My first workout isn’t till 6, but I was feeling hungry. I reached into the minifridge next to my bed containing a shaker of two thousand calories. I had a few of these in the fridge at any time. He didn’t want me ever going without a good burst of calories. I sucked down half of the cement thick sludge and let out a burp and walked to the bathroom.I stepped on the scale. It read 461lbs. Damn up 2 lbs from yesterday and nearly 100 even since I had started this little arrangement. I know that our little arraignment could be over officially this weekend so I wanted to enjoy it while I could. I look at my bloated form in the mirror and grunted flexing as hard as possible. I let my eyes drift over certain features that I had put a lot of work into from my arms that looked like the hams you would see hanging in the window of your local butcher’s shop to the neck or lack thereof it that had been swallowed by my traps a month in the process. I knew that I had become even more of what I had hoped. My left hand drifted to my sizeable muscle gut it’s firmness easy to tell at the slightest touch and although I could hold it in a bit to show off a six pack why would I when the beachball sized trophy was so fitting of someone who had taken in so much GH a 13 year old boy would be hard-pressed to match its level.“I need to celebrate my progress.” I chuckled and headed back to my room to get dressed for my workout. “The only downside of this whole affair was he wanted to take care of everything and while it allowed me the growth that I had wanted for so long, but my fierce independence was starting to eat away at me. The ability to come and go as I pleased as well as being a man of my own efforts and means was something that had gotten me this far.” My internal dialgoue was interrupted loudly by the groaning of my stomach even with the massive shake I had consumed 30 minutes earlier. I pat my bloated roid belly. “Calm down little one I’ll feed you here soon.”I turn off the water as my shower had taken too long already obviously and slipped on my towel to head downstairs. He was supposed to be gone for the week away for work as that was the only thing that could keep him away most days now as he loved my size before he ever laid a hand on me. I saw breakfast on the counter in the usual buffet style that I had grown accustomed to. I never saw anyone preparing the food but it was always there like clockwork. The same went for the shakes the fridge was never emptied. Even though we hadn’t laid out a specific meal plan I found myself consuming everything I could get my lips on. I went through the offering for the day and shovel food on two big plates and sat down at the table to start chowing down.My hand drifted to my right nipple and tweaked it while playing with the jewelry that he had bought for me to celebrate our 3 months of working together a diamond of course for someone of his means it would seem. My idle thoughts went back to how I would celebrate and then it hit me the only way I know how.“I’m going to go to my old gym get a good session in with Derek and then hit up the Meat Factory.” I chuckled and began eating my food again wolfing it down.A short time later…I was getting out of the backseat of the towncar that Mr. Bankroll had provided for me. It didn’t cross my mind till I was 5 minutes from Quads that I hadn’t been in a commercial gym this whole time and that it wasn’t exactly forbidden but I had kind of just settled in the routine set before me. As we pulled up I saw Derek standing outside waiting for me. The summer air meant he was wearing a stringer in his favorite color and some tight shorts old schooled and striped. I smiled same old Derek.The car came to a screeching halt in front of him and I opened the door. The car noticeably dipping lower as I moved from one end of the car to the other to shimmy my ass across the seats to get out. I stepped out and up my quads flexing to move my girth into the open air. I had put on some older attire but a similar style of dress to Derek a matching stringer but some basketball shorts although they didn’t fit like it. I smiled at him as his face told me everything i needed to know about my current size. I reached down and around him to grab him up in a big bearhug.“Is that all you have to say to your best pal?” I laughed heartily. The irony being he was speechless. After a quick catch up session and hug…“Come on man I’ll fill ya in after the workout my chest is aching for a pump. Grrrr.” I said doing a quick most muscular pose.We walked through the door and paid our daily rate fee. I took a deep breath.“Nothing like the smell of iron in the morning. Let’s hit it man.” I pounded fist with Derek and we walked to the chest section. I hopped on one of the flat benches and started warming up.Two and a half hours later…I took a seat on the floor in one of the corners of the gym just resting. “Bro, you really put my ass through it again? You know me way better than those trainers that {insert name} usually procures for me.” I chuckled and took a long drag from my gallon of water. “Thanks man. I try to get you guessing.” Derek replied slapping my chest.I bounced it in response. “So dude where the hell have you been? You gave me some updates here and there, but you’ve been MIA. You just dropped off the edge of the Earth and you show up looking like this and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.” He bluntly stated to me. As he clearly states it another gym goer slowly walks by checking me out. Head turning and all.“Well I’ve been working hard man. But I’m free today so let’s enjoy it.”“You’re right man. Making look small by the way. Putting up 6 plates on flat bench for multiple sets of 10. You’re a fucking monster dude and I felt like you were holding back.” He punched my shoulder. “Yea maybe a bit man. But the bar isn’t really built for my maximum effort.” I chuckled and got up off the floor and grabbed my bag and started walking towards the locker room. “Let’s get a shower man.” I sniffed my pit. “Damn I need one bad.”I walked through the double doors and went right to the scale. It errored out of course. Thank god I weighed myself this morning. Derek got on after me and the scale went to 302.“Damn nice dude.” I said while pulling off my shirt and walked in front of mirrors above the sinks and started flexing going through my upper body routine. Front double bicep, side chest pose and a most muscular holding each pose for 1 full minute till I started to cramp up and had to shake out my arms. “Fuck I love this shit.”“Dude you look huge. I have to measure you.” Derek went to his bag quickly and grabbed his tape. He didn’t even ask. I flexed my arm and he wrapped the tape around it. “29 inches dude. Fuck that’s nearly as big as my leg. Ok now chest.” I flexed for him and he had me hold one end while he walked around me. There was a gap between the two ends. “Well I know your chest is bigger than 72 inches, but looks around 75 with the difference. But that’s just me eyeballing it. Dude you’re a monster. Like I mean a real monster.”“Thanks man.” I grab him in a quick headlock jokingly and release him quickly. I stripped off my basketball shorts and jock sauntering off to the group showers. “Come on bro, hurry up. The day is still young.” After a quick shower and some post workout supplements were consumed. It was time to eat and I had one thing on my mind.I turned my wrist up to my face. “Yep still early only 1 o’clock. We can hit up the sushi buffet on 11th street.” I said to Derek with a big smile. He agreed that was a great post workout option and we grabbed our stuff and squeezed into his car and headed that way.“Dude open your window and put your arm out I barely have room and I have to drive or we’re going to have to put you in the backseat by yourself.” Derek chuckled. I lowered the window and stuck my arm out. “Woah that’s a big difference.”I nodded in agreement. A few minutes later with the light breeze blowing in we arrived at our destination. We quickly popped out. “They end the buffet in 45 minutes we’re going to have to work fast.” We got inside and were quickly seated. We got our waters and I told them to leave the pitcher. I quickly got up from my seat and grabbed three plates and loaded them up before making my way back to my seat. I started chowing down immediately not waiting for Derek who was a bit more picky than me with his selections. By the time he sat down I had polished off two plates and was starting on my third. “Dude you better hurry up and eat.” I said between a mouth full of food. I know rude but I was hungry and time was a factor.“I am bro.” He chuckled. I could always count on Derek for a good time and was a very carefree guy so always making good company. “So Ferris what other plans do you have for the day?” I shrugged my massive shoulders. “I had given it some thoughts but mostly a day ending at the Meat Factory for some dancing if nothing else.”“Mmmm sounds like a plan man. Maybe a sauna session after this meal to relax for a bit then we can get ourselves ready and just chill.” Derek suggested.“Yea man let’s do it.” I yelled doing a quick bicep flex with it. One of my masterpieces honestly LOL. God it’s buried on here. Multiple sparks flying. -- source link