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the sexy aesthetik king in his off season…

he said hes gonna cut on new years but with a unsure “thats the plan” 😅

his belly was really big when sitting straight up but he kept hiding it behind the table

he also kept getting up to get more and more drinks, i lost count after like the fifth one. got a few burps recorded too but couldnt fit it into the post

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Mega Gunz!

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Bigger than ever

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So big.. still hungry

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fortuna

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Boom!

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What’s with these stretch marks? Surely I haven’t grown *that* fast since getting to college, right? 😳

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Playing dress up at the hotel

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Drink Your Milk (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Two weeks later.

“I’m home!” Your housemate Riley beams with his signature smile that is accentuated by his thick beard. He bounces his enormous, hairy pecs a few times for you as he enters. “That was quite a workout!” Riley says, glistening with sweat from carrying twenty bottles of milk between the reinforced bags in each of his hands. “Here I am sweating like a hog, and I can only just carry half the amount you do.” 

Riley, thanks to you, has quickly become nothing short of the epitome of masculinity. Raw muscle explodes out of every part of his body. He has the manliest beard and hairiest chest most people will ever see in their lives. Not to mention his unforgettable and potent musk that reeks of testosterone. He looks like how you did just one week ago. You are like his twin, just bigger, hairier and stinkier.

Riley trudges through the swamp of empty bottles, which are almost up to his knees. To think you two cleaned out the apartment only two days ago. Once he reaches you he gives you a passionate kiss on the lips. “You looked so hot in that commercial yesterday.” Riley whispers in your ear. “I can’t believe they made you shave your beard though.” Luckily for you, your hair grows so fast that you already have a thick stubble. “Also, I know it must have been hard having that milk poured down onto your chest. I know how much you hate wasting milk.”

“It was tough wasting that milk, I just wish you were there so you could have licked it off me. The good thing is I managed to negotiate and get us a lifetime supply of milk because of it. They don’t know the mistake they’ve made.” You smirk as you play with Riley’s sensitive nipples. “By the way, I got you a gig with them next week for another ad.” You twist his nipples a bit harder so that Riley’s excited reaction becomes a moan. “At this rate we will be able to ditch this apartment and buy our own place. Somewhere that can fit us better”

“I won’t miss having to take the elevator separately from you,” Riley smiles, temporarily daydreaming about a long future with you. “And we better hurry up as the building manager is already not happy that you take the elevator even by yourself.” 

“It’s discrimination. I can’t help that I’m a growing boy.”

“Safety is what he told me,” Riley teases. “Anyway, I’ve never known you to wait this long to drink some milk. So let’s get into it. I think I’m ready for us to do ten each.”

“All at once? I’m confident I can do it but are you sure about yourself?” Riley nods. “Well we need you to catch up to my size so it sounds like a plan.”

GUUUUULP! GUUUUULP! Nowadays, you manage to down a whole gallon in just two big gulps. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. You find it cute that Riley tries to match your pace, but it just makes him gulp even more. You consider slowing down to Riley’s pace but you also know how much he loves it when you smash through gallons in just seconds. 

As Riley finishes his second bottle you finish your fifth. You both take a break, both of you panting in unison. Your belly now extends out in front of your massive pecs and it is extremely tight. “You are doing so well,” you say to Riley, patting his bloated belly.

Both of you resume. You have to slow down your pace now. The most you have done in one sitting is actually nine, and you are getting close. As you finish your ninth both with difficulty, Riley also matches his personal best as he finishes up with his sixth.

“You are catching up,” you say between heavy pants. Riley wants to respond but is too breathless. “I am so proud of you for getting this far, I know you can keep going.” 

You both explore uncharted territory together. You go slowly and match Riley’s pace. Each gulp makes you feel like you are about to burst. It hurts, but stretching yourself out just that little more turns you on so much. You know that Riley is experiencing the exact same thing. You finish together, as you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

The pressure in your stomach is unbearable. You want to burp so bad but you have to save it for once Riley is done. Riley looks defeated but you know that he can push through. “I’ll help you out Riley,” you say soothingly, rubbing his gigantic belly. God, he is so hot like this. Blown up like a balloon, milk sloshing around his big belly and massive pecs. He already looks unrecognisable from ten minutes ago, just imagine the muscle he’ll have once he has let out all the gas.

You take Riley’s eighth gallon and pour it into his mouth for him as you stare deeply into his eyes. “Just imagine how gassy we will be after this.” Seven and a quarter. “We will gas out this entire apartment building. “Seven and a half. “And after this session we will keep going for more.” Seven and three quarters. “We will be doing eleven, twelve each.” Eight done. “Twenty before we even know it.” Eight and a quarter. “Imagine how big we will be then.” Eight and a half. “Our muscles will be twice the size.” Eight and three quarters. “We will be able to lift trucks.” Nine done. “And imagine how hairy and smelly we will be.” Nine and a quarter. “Burps that the whole city will smell.” Nine and a half. “We will never stop growing together.” Nine and a quarter. “We will grow until we are as wide as we are tall. Then we will keep growing past that. We will both finish gallons in one glug. We will drink hundreds in one sitting, what will stop us? To get there you just need to finish off this one. You have smashed your record already and you are about to match mine. I know you can do it” Ten done.

He is a beast just like you. That’s why you love him. You make Riley stand up with you so that you can assess just how huge he is. Just like you his gut has over tripled in size and his pecs have ballooned out as well. “Was someone a little thirsty? You poke his belly teasingly. “You know one gallon of milk a day is a lot for an ordinary person. Let alone ten one after the other. Didn’t you already have five gallons this morning?”

“You had four gallons before I even woke up,” Riley teases back as he grabs your belly with both hands and shakes it. “Then another eight after that. I’m not nearly as gluttonous as you are, but don’t worry I will be soon.” Riley saying that makes you rock hard.

You are really feeling the cramps now and can only imagine that Riley is feeling worse, so it’s time to let it rip. Before you do Riley leans in, able to catch his breath enough to speak. “By the way, all those dreams you spoke about before. It’s unrealistic. We’ll drink more than just hundreds, and we’ll be bigger than is humanly possible and then we will grow bigger than that.” You somehow get even harder. You don’t have anything left to say. Well there is one thing that you want to say, and you just have to say it with Riley…

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-UUUUUUUURRRRRRRR-OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!!!

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Drink Your Milk (Part 1)

(Part 2)

Nothing can defeat the subconscious. Once tapped into you can become completely addicted to just about anything without even realising. These things can change you until you are unrecognisable from your old self, and you wouldn’t even know you were changing. That’s not to say these changes are always bad though…

Take milk for example. You never drank it much, especially not by itself. That was until recently. One day, advertisements for milk started appearing everywhere around you. On your social media feed, on billboards you pass by for work, and even places you wouldn’t expect like on the sides of vending machines in your local gym. You didn’t realise that these were popping up so frequently, or even that they had one specific thing in common. They were all advertised alongside very attractive, masculine men. This worked quite well on you as you not only wanted to be those men, you wanted to be with those men. You lusted for them, and by association you lusted for milk. Which brings you to today, leaving the supermarket with a gallon of milk proudly swinging by your side.

You had worked out earlier today, so you were naturally quite thirsty. Why not take a sip of that delicious milk you are carrying? You feel very odd as you uncap the bottle of milk and drink straight from it in public. It feels almost taboo. As the milk hits your lip you realise just how thirsty you are and you can’t take it away from your lips. You tip the bottle back further and further as you gulp loudly in succession. You let out a satisfied ahhh and wipe the residue milk off your moustache as you finish your big chug, oblivious you had drunk almost half of the gallon. That shame you had before now mixes with a feeling of arousal. You felt hot chugging that milk like a man, and you oddly enjoyed the stares you got.

You strut into your apartment building with a new sense of confidence. You have no clue as to why you feel so good, but you feel on top of the world. You and a few other residents get into the elevator together. The elevator is quite small so it feels crowded. It doesn’t bother you as much as usual, and instead you check yourself out in the elevator’s mirror. Wow, your chest looks much bigger than usual! Strange given it was actually leg day for you today, so you are not expecting your pecs to have a pump. 

You are so excited you put the milk on the floor and shamelessly play with your pecs, not caring about what the others in the elevator think. You smile and pick the bottle of milk back up off the floor. As you do you unscrew the cap and chug the rest of the milk. The elevator arrives at your floor right as you finish off the milk. UUUURRRP! Your loud, obnoxious burp clears your pathway and you strut out the elevator ignoring the faces of disgust.

You haphazardly throw the empty bottle of milk on the ground once you get into your apartment. Without thinking you head straight for the fridge not even knowing what you are looking for. Your roommate Riley’s bottle of milk catches your eye. You go to grab it but you hesitate. Maybe I shouldn’t drink it without telling him, you think, but a rumble in your belly is enough to convince you that he wouldn’t mind if you had a sip. It was a fresh gallon of milk and you almost feel bad as you break the seal and start drinking.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. It’s so good I can’t stop. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Damn, I better stop soon. I've almost had half. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Well, I’ll leave at least a quarter and then I can just buy him another one tomorrow. Gulp, gulp, gulp! Shit, it’s almost empty. Just one last bit then I’ll stop. Gulp!

BUUUURRRP! The bottle of milk crashes onto the floor; its cap bounces a few times before rolling away. The bottle is bone dry and a milky stench lingers about the room. PFFFFFFFT. The stench grows stronger and fouler.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The residents in the apartment below hear what sounds like a giant stomping. Up above a six foot slab of muscle, freshly thickened by an inhuman two gallon milk binge, jumps up and down in joy. Attached are two meaty shelves that bounce like jelly and have mat of dark hair that was not there earlier in the day. A chiselled jaw above is also covered with a darker and thicker fuzz. Beads of sweat rain down from the glistening figure and form a damp patch on the carpet.

BRRAAAUUUURRRP! A thunder-like roar is heard in each apartment on the floor and signals the end of the thumping that shakes the floor like an earthquake.

Two days later. 

Riley returns home from work and opens the door to his shared apartment. “What the hell!” He says gagging as a wave of foul odour crashes into him, burning his nostril hairs. The floor of the apartment has been turned into a sea of empty bottles of milk. A mound of stinky, sweaty, hairy, beefy muscle sits on the now stained sofa. Riley does not recognise what he is looking at.

Two days prior, Riley returned to find that his bottle of milk had been finished off. A replacement bottle was bought for him, but that too had been demolished by the time he came home. The next day two apology bottles were bought but Riley took matters into his own hands by buying himself a bottle. All three were empty and lying on the floor alongside two more bottles when he got home yesterday. A frustrated Riley cleaned up the mess and freshened the musty apartment while the culprit snored loudly in its bedroom. Today, Riley returns with a new bottle of milk that he has no plan on sharing. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT! The fart starts out slow and airy, ramping up the loudness and intensity over a ten second period. It hits Riley’s nose before it's finished, his eyes water and he coughs uncontrollably. It’s a putrid smell that completely overwhelms his senses but the milky aftertaste in the back of his throat leaves him with some cravings. Riley takes the opportunity now to drink his milk, something he hasn’t been able to do for a few days. However, a powerful force snatches away the bottle before he can unscrew the cap. Riley ducks as the cap is thrown over him without regard.

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! An entire gallon is consumed in just three glugs. One more bottle joins the countless others on the floor, not a single drop left amongst them. “No!” Riley whines. “Please, I need some milk. Just a little bit!”

BWWWOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRP!!! Riley’s hair blows back from the blast. The sound reverberates through the whole building and a few residents suspect a small earthquake has hit the area. Riley’s body is tingling from shock and his nose so overpowered he is beyond gagging or coughing. The stench only sends one message to Riley’s brain: milk.

There is only one place left that Riley can think of to get milk. He pulls down the damp material that covers the lower half of the swollen sofa beast and reveals a long and girthy piece of meat. Desperate, Riley shoves it into his mouth. It is so salty and tangy that on a usual day Riley would gag before it even reached his mouth, but today he wants it more than anything. He slides it in and out of his mouth quickly, hoping to dispense the milk hidden inside as soon as possible. Two strong hands, each bigger than his head, help him out by slamming the meat deep into his throat and then back out again.

As Riley’s throat is being destroyed he turns his gaze upwards. UUUURRRP! Two gigantic jugs of beefy muscle slosh up and down with each thrust. Riley thinks about drinking milk from those and the thought almost makes him bust. BRRAAAAP! Above the bouncing muscles, there is a thick beard of hair that had grown from just some stubble a few days prior. Riley knew logically what he was looking at but was unable to connect it to the face and body he had known for so long. BWOOOORRRP! The thrusts get deeper, harder and faster, and his throat stretches more than he thought possible. He cannot breathe but he knows he is so close to getting what he wants.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!! With the ear-shattering noise an eruption of thick milk pumps into Riley. It is everything he needed and more. The stream does not stop after one pump, and Riley feels himself bloating fast. After a couple of gallons have been deposited into Riley, he crashes back into the sea of empty bottles. Passed out, he doesn’t feel his body thicken up rapidly and dark hairs sprout out from his chest and jaw.

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