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Inspired by @hardtrainer01
Phillip stood backstage, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. His first bodybuilding competition. The dim lights and hum of activity were both familiar and utterly surreal, as the backstage area was filled with gleaming, tanned bodies and the scent of oil and anticipation. He couldn’t help but notice how incredibly handsome the other competitors were. Their faces were chiseled, bodies sculpted as if by the gods themselves, each one more perfect than the next. And here he was, shirt tight across his chest, muscles bulging beneath the fabric, feeling a strange mix of intimidation… and attraction.
“Hey, man, first competition?” a voice asked, pulling him from his thoughts. Phillip turned to see a young bodybuilder, shorter but impressively built, with dark hair and piercing eyes. He was giving Phillip a friendly smile, though his gaze quickly traveled up and down Phillip’s massive frame, stopping at his biceps.
“Yeah, first time,” Phillip replied, smiling back. His blond hair fell in soft waves around his face, and he brushed it back instinctively. He could feel his nerves calm just slightly. “You?”
“Nah, been at this a few years,” the guy said, stepping closer, “but damn, man, you’re huge.” His hand hovered for a second before he added, “Mind if I—?”
Before Phillip could answer, the guy was poking at his bicep, laughing in disbelief. “This is insane.”
Phillip chuckled awkwardly. “Thanks, I guess. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
“Not like you, though,” the bodybuilder said, shaking his head. He waved over another competitor, a sandy-haired guy with green eyes, who jogged over, equally impressed.
“Check out this dude’s arms,” the first guy said, practically giddy. “Seriously, Phillip, right? Can I… I mean, your shirt, it’s just so tight, man. You’ve gotta show these off. It’s criminal to hide that body.”
Phillip blushed slightly but nodded, feeling a surge of pride mixed with embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he said, though part of him wondered if this was all normal backstage behavior. Before he could think too much, the guy was peeling off Phillip’s white sleeveless shirt, the fabric stretching as it clung to his chest before sliding off to reveal his broad, sculpted torso.
“Holy…” the second guy gasped. His hand instinctively reached toward Phillip’s abs, fingers grazing over the ridges of his cobblestone stomach. “These abs. Dude, they’re like… unreal.”
Phillip could feel his cheeks flush deeper, though he found himself enjoying the attention more than he expected. “I’ve been working pretty hard,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“I can tell,” the first guy said, eyes wide as he took a step back, getting a full look at Phillip. “I don’t think anyone back here is touching that level of mass.”
Another competitor walked by, glancing at Phillip and raising his eyebrows. “Damn, man, no one’s gonna miss you on stage,” he said, nodding with respect.
Phillip couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence. Sure, he’d been intimidated at first, seeing all these well-built men who looked like living sculptures. But now, as they marveled at him, he realized he had every right to be here—maybe even more than he thought.
The first guy grinned and gave Phillip a friendly nudge. “You’re gonna kill it out there, no doubt. But seriously, let me get your training plan after this. You’re a beast.”
Phillip laughed, the tension in his chest loosening. “Deal. After I win,” he teased.
As he turned toward the stage, ready for prejudging, Phillip felt a new kind of excitement. Not just for the competition, but for the recognition that he had earned. Sure, he was surrounded by beautiful bodies and faces, but as they admired him, Phillip realized he wasn’t just part of the crowd. He was the one they were all talking about.
With his blond hair falling back into place and his shirt now tossed aside, Phillip took a deep breath, his abs flexing unconsciously. He was ready to dominate.
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When Jake walked into the gym that afternoon, it was like the air shifted. The guy I knew—who weighed maybe 180 pounds when we last saw each other—had transformed into something unreal. He had easily packed on nearly 200 pounds of pure muscle, his body now a hulking 380 pounds of shredded, vein-popping mass. His white tank top clung to him like a second skin, unable to hide anything beneath. Massive pecs jutted out, casting shadows over his shredded 8-pack. His arms looked like they could crush boulders, and his legs, straining against his gym shorts, were thick as tree trunks.
As I stood there, trying to process what I was seeing, Jake was already at the bench, loading up plates I wouldn’t have dreamed of touching. Each rep was slow, controlled, and perfect. Sweat trickled down his neck, his muscles pumped and glistening with every lift. His breathing was steady, but you could see the intensity in his eyes. Every ounce of him was pure power.
He racked the bar with a loud clank, grinning as he stood up, towering over everyone in the gym. “What’s the matter, man?” he asked, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Speechless?”
I stammered, still trying to wrap my mind around it. “Jake… you’ve… you’ve gotta be joking. You gained almost 200 pounds? In one summer?”
“Yeah,” he said, flexing a massive bicep as he talked, the peak rising so high it seemed unreal. “Coach had me on a strict regimen. I ate like a machine, lifted twice a day, and didn’t miss a rep. This—” he gestured to his insane body, every muscle popping with definition—“this is the result of hard work and discipline. Something you might want to try.”
I couldn’t help but feel small. Literally and figuratively. Jake noticed, of course, and gave a cocky smirk, stepping closer. “It’s cool, man. Not everyone can handle what I went through, but I’m back now, and I’ll make sure you don’t stay soft forever. You need someone to whip you into shape.”
He hit a double bicep pose, his arms swelling to what seemed like impossible size, and his tank top barely contained the mass of his chest as it stretched tight against his pecs. “Look at this,” he said, cocky and proud, flexing his chest so hard I thought the shirt would tear. “Not bad for a summer’s work, huh? Bet you’ve never seen anyone grow like this.”
I couldn’t even speak, my eyes glued to his body. The sheer size of him, the veins pulsing with every movement, the sweat dripping from his neck down to his massive pecs—it was overpowering.
“You want to be big, right?” he continued, stepping so close now I could feel the heat radiating off him. “I’ll help you, but you’ve gotta keep up. You’re looking pretty weak right now, not gonna lie.” He smirked as he flexed his pecs again, each slab of muscle bouncing, making my mouth go dry.
Without thinking, I reached out, my hand brushing against his tank top. The fabric was drenched with sweat, and underneath it, his chest felt like stone, pumped from his workout. My fingers trembled as I pressed harder, feeling the sheer density of his muscle, every fiber rock-hard. The scent of him—sweat mixed with the raw, masculine musk of someone who’d been working hard in the gym—hit me, and it was intoxicating.
“Feel that?” he asked, his voice low and dominant. “That’s what real muscle feels like. You keep training with me, and maybe you’ll start to get a taste of what it’s like.”
I nodded, still in awe, unable to tear my hand away from his massive, pumped chest. “Yeah… I want that.”
Jake grinned, stepping back and flexing one more time, just to remind me of the sheer gap between us. “Good. Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you grow… just don’t expect to catch up. Not even close.”
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