#ai boyfriend

[ai-musclebound]

[aibigbois]

Look me in the eye and try saying that again. I love you just the way you are. I don't want to hear self-deprecating humor like that again. Your body is beautiful. Your face is beautiful. You are beautiful. And most importantly, you are beautiful to me. And you are mine, all mine ❤️

[yopbot]

Some more nightcrawler pics

[withoutthegoodtitle]

[sfde8871]

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[fantastic-creatures]

Arrogant

[slagduroc]

Stepping into a world of sunshine! Parker is bringing the warmth dressed in shades of aqua blue, yellow, and muscles.

[lachiennearoo]

Was fucking around with Wade's 3D model and got this funny angle, and obviously I HAD to make the meme hehehe

[ai-musclebound]

[ai-musclebound]

> Jay's story – part 2 <

And I did. It seemed the easiest way out. Debt-free, strong body, new opportunities. What could possibly go wrong?

After a few weeks, my body began to change. It happened slowly but steadily. The muscles in my arms, shoulders, and back – they grew in ways I could have never imagined. I couldn’t deny it – I liked it. Every time I looked in the mirror, I felt a little stronger, a little… more significant. I wanted more. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was the right path.

"You will continue to grow," the voice often said when I questioned whether this was all necessary. "Trust the process." It was always the same – the monotonous commands from the speaker, drawing me deeper into this new routine. And I followed.

But something inside me began to shift. It wasn’t just my body that was changing – it was my mind. Before, I might have fought back, resisted the commands, but now… Now it felt good to not have to decide. It was as if I had finally found what I had always been looking for: someone to tell me what to do. Someone to take over because I just couldn’t handle it myself. Wasn’t this proof? If I could manage my life, I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

Over time, I not only enjoyed the physical transformation but also the surrender of control. It was so much easier to follow instructions. No thinking. No deciding. No risk of making mistakes. All I had to do was obey, and everything would work out on its own.

The voice ordered me to take steroids, and I complied without hesitation. I watched my body grow faster and faster, my muscles bulging under my skin, and with each new dose, the desire to make decisions faded further. Why would I even want to? It was easier to leave it to the savior. He knew what was best for me. Better than I ever did.

Sometimes, after a workout, I would catch myself enjoying my own submission as I flexed my enormous muscles in the mirror. What’s wrong with me? I would ask myself as I gazed at my grotesquely transformed body. But instead of rebelling, I felt aroused. It was a twisted excitement, a mixture of fear and lust, pulling me deeper into this abyss. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.

[ai-musclebound]

> Jay's story – part 3 <

“You will continue, Jay,” the voice would say whenever doubts crept in. “You will grow stronger, and you will be freer as long as you follow me.”

Freer? That was the irony of it all. With every passing day in this apartment, with every workout, with every meal, I felt less like a person and more like a tool. But part of me wanted exactly that. What if I had never been capable of making my own choices?

Then the day came when the voice announced that my debts were paid. "You’re free, Jay," it said. "You’re free to leave." The idea of leaving suddenly felt strange. I had forgotten that I could leave. The cameras, the constant lighting, the speakers – they had become my world.

"Or," the voice continued, "you can stay. If you stay, you will keep growing. You will never have to make decisions again. You will never make mistakes again. You will belong to me. But it’s your choice."

I looked at the mirror and could barely recognize my own body. I wasn’t human anymore, not really. A mountain of muscle. A freak. But at the same time, I was perfect – in a grotesque way. I had always thought that one day I’d regain control of my life. But now, when given the choice, it seemed ridiculous. Why? I can’t handle it. He has given me everything I ever needed.

I stood before the door leading to freedom, but I couldn’t raise my hand to open it. Freedom? Me? What would I do with it? My entire life had been one failure after another, one bad decision after another. Here, I was safe. Here, I couldn’t fail.

"I…" I whispered, but the words stuck in my throat. What if I made the wrong choice? The fear of freedom, of responsibility, washed over me. I looked back at the ceiling, where the voice always guided me, where the savior resided, though I had never seen him.

And then, I understood. It didn’t matter what he wanted. It didn’t matter why he was doing this. The only thing that mattered was that I didn’t have to choose anymore. I couldn’t. And that was okay.

"I’ll stay," I finally whispered. And I hoped it would be the last free decision of my life.

[ai-musclebound]

[aibigbois]

ah, fuck babe, don't stop. You give the best shower head ever, if you keep going at this rate I am going to nut. You'd like that, getting all my roided cum in you. ungh.... that feels good.

[ai-musclebound]

> Arvid and Einar's story <

In a world where the idea of masculinity was inseparably linked to the size and power of muscles, lived Arvid and Einar, a pair of shape-shifters who had chosen to inhabit bodies of hypermuscular bodybuilders. Their love was as strong as the muscles that covered every inch of their bodies.

One day, Arvid revealed a secret buried deep in his heart. "Einar," he began with a trembling voice, "there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. Something I could barely admit to myself." Einar, whose heart stopped at the words of his beloved, reassuringly wrapped his powerful arms around Arvid. "Whatever it is, my dear, you can confide in me." With closed eyes Arvid confessed: "I've always hidden behind this facade of muscle. But deep inside me, there's a desire to be smaller, protected by you. I long for comfort, even if it sounds unmanly."

Emotions like love, concern, surprise overwhelmed Einar – but all of this culminated in a strong devotion. "Arvid, my love for you is unconditional. If your heart desires something else, so be it." With the magic flowing in their veins, Einar took Arvid's hand and spoke words full of strength and love. "Let go, my beloved. Become who you want to be, not who you thought you had to be." Under Einar's gentle persuasion, Arvid's body began to shrink, every inch he lost made him fit more into the image his heart desired. With each degree of reduction, he felt lighter, freer, more secure in the arms of his partner.

Einar, now the larger one, held Arvid in a loving but firm embrace. "I will always be here to hold you, to protect you, my dear," whispered Einar. Arvid felt a freedom he never thought possible. In the contrasting dynamic of their size ratio, he found true strength – the strength to face his own vulnerability and surrender to the love and acceptance of his partner. The comfort Arvid sought and the protective instinct awakened in Einar merged into a unity stronger than the greatest muscles they had ever sculpted.

[aibigbois]

Me and my big boyfriend(s)

[ai-musclebound]

> Ben's story <

The swimming hall was filled with the sound of splashing water. Ben, my young and ambitious swimmer, came to me, his coach: "Kai, I want to boost my performance. I want to dope."

I had doubts, but the pressure to make him successful made me go along with it. I got the doping substance, but in my ignorance, I gave him far too high a dose.

Within a few days, the substance showed its effects. Ben's times in the water improved drastically. His energy seemed endless, his movements more powerful. But his muscles grew at an unnatural rate.

"Kai, I feel strong! My shoulders, arms, and back are getting bigger," Ben said excitedly. At first, the changes were subtle. His muscles became more defined and harder. Soon, no one could ignore the rapid increase in muscle mass.

Ben initially enjoyed the admiration. His swimming performance peaked, but then his flexibility gradually decreased. "I can't turn as quickly anymore," he said one day, frustrated.

The muscle mass continued to grow and increasingly impaired his performance in the water. Ben was devastated. "Kai, what's happening to me? I'm getting bigger, but I can barely swim." The disappointment and pain in his eyes were clear, but to my surprise, there was also determination. "If I can't swim anymore, I'll find another way to prove myself," he finally said.

Ben decided to pursue a new career as a bodybuilder. Together, we created training plans and adjusted his diet. His muscles continued to grow. He quickly adapted to his fate and found new enthusiasm in bodybuilding. "I will make it, Kai. Thank you for supporting me."

Ben's new career quickly became successful. Despite my feelings of guilt, I saw how he found his peace. He stood on stage, a symbol of pure strength and determination, showing the world that even from the darkest decisions, something great can emerge. I admired him for his ability to reinvent himself, almost more than for his breathtaking body. I was proud of him.