#grow glutes exercises

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The Secret to Growing Your Glutes

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all i can see growing are my fucking quads istfg

[juliahalefitness]

Glute Guide: Everything You Need to Grow Your Glutes

Gluteus maximus, medius, and minimus. Together, your glutes are the largest and most powerful muscles in your body. Strong and well-developed glutes not only contribute to an aesthetically pleasing physique but also play a crucial role in functional movements like walking, running, and jumping. Whether your goal is to enhance athletic performance, improve posture, or sculpt a good-looking behind,…

[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvssukuna :: personaltrainer!sukuna x thick!reader (18+) ☆

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ ever since you were young, you've struggled with your weight - it becoming one of your biggest insecurities. now as an adult, you actually have the financial freedom to invest into yourself leading you to start going your local gym. you end up running into someone who was willing to help you... the only problem was that he didn't seem as invested in your weight loss as you were. cw ✧✩₊˚. modern/no curses au, body image insecurity, fatshaming🙄, sukuna knows how to use a phone, slow burn-ish (they don't smash in this part), mastúrbation (f), séxting // 3.5k wc // part 2

“Are you sure you should eat that?” “You would be so much prettier if you just dropped a few pounds.” “You’ll never date anyone looking like that!”

Ever since you were young, all the people in your life ever seemed to be concerned with was your weight - whether that be murmured judgements amongst themselves or just directly to your face. At first it used to upset you, the ostracisation making you feel like there was permanently a spotlight on you no matter where you went; strangers silently judging you, making assumptions or just flat out insulting you.

If you wanted to go out to a restaurant, it felt like you were be shamed out of eating anything that could be deemed as “unhealthy”. Shopping for clothes was a difficulty - irregular clothing sizes meaning that the majority of your teenage shopping trips ended with you tearing up in the changing room as you fought with many a pair of stupid jeans that fit your calves perfectly well, but as you tugged them up to your plush thighs they got painfully stuck; your mom having to intervene and haul the wretched things back down.

As you grew out of adolescence and into adulthood, you quickly learnt how to mask the insecurity and self-doubt you had accumulated, leaning fully into the “funny, fat friend” role. You kept a fake smile plastered on your face as friends and family lamented on about the woe’s of constantly being approached by men and how lucky you were that you didn’t have to worry about that.

You weren’t nearly as perturbed with your appearance as others seemed to be, puberty being instrumental in recomposing your juvenile body to its current physique - majority of your fat moving to fill out your hips and bust. You definitely still had a tummy and back rolls but the thickness of your thighs and generous glutes were something that you felt your friends were at least a little envious of, often catching them gawking at the way your hips swayed as you walked or how your breasts jiggled as you moved your hands around.

Regardless of your growing acceptance of your larger body size, there were still times when you felt like that young girl who was relentlessly bullied and mocked due to something as superficial as how she looked. You wanted to move on from ever feeling like that again, which is what lead you to start going to the gym.

If you could mould yourself, to how other’s wanted you to look and be seen as not even beautiful but just normal - maybe you wouldn’t have this heaviness in your heart, maybe you would finally feel fully accepted by the people in your life and maybe you’d not constantly feel on edge when in public or open spaces.

Your first few trips to the gym were pretty mundane. You made sure to properly stretch before attempting weighted exercise - deep squats and hip flexors being your favourite warm-up, the slight tension and warm rush of blood flow putting you in the perfect mind frame for a challenging but rewarding workout.

The routine and order that the gym was able to give you didn’t just help you to achieve your goal of weight-loss but also caused a drastic improvement to your mental health; your brain being able to just.. switch off as you pounded your feet into the conveyer belt of the treadmill.

However, your gym session a couple weeks ago was is were things started to change.

You sauntered in, light pink hydroflask complementing your pastel two-piece - a sports bra with interweaving straps around your back for increased support and cycling shorts that nicely hugged your ample hips and gave your rear a helpful lift.

Making your way to the padded area used for low impact exercise, you got to work. Starting out with a deep stretch in your hamstrings and then working back up to your upper hips. As you leant back up from a standing toe touch, you felt an intimidating presence looming over you. You stumbled back slightly, eyes flitting upwards to take in this unwelcome interruption.

The first thing you noted was that he was muscular - corded muscles rippling as he squatted down to meet your gaze. He had thick, black markings all over his body from what you could tell, two lines on both his upper thighs and forearms being the only visible ones currently, peaking out from his snug fitting compression shirt and loose training shorts.

He even had it on his face, symmetrical lines running from the top of his jaw down to his chin meeting in a small triangle alongside a pointed line across his nose. His hair was almost the same colour as your bottle - a soft pink that seemed almost contradictory to his hard exterior.

“Your form.” He grumbled. You blinked back, not really grasping what he was trying to say.

“For God’s sake, your form woman! Are you trying to get injured or something?” His dark eyes observed you with something that was… unfamiliar. You were used to people looking at you with disgust or even pity but he looked at you with a genuine curiosity.

“You keep rounding your back. That will cause you more harm than good in the long term” he continued on, not seeming to take your lack of response as a deterrent.

“Stand up.”

It was unclear to you why you were mindlessly following this random man’s instructions but nevertheless you humoured him - following his sharp commands as he directed you into a form that was better suited to your body type, taking into account your larger proportions which allowed for a much deeper and satisfying stretch. You went to crane your head up as you heard the man’s voice behind you.

“Aht- I never said you could move” he chided, reaching out a large, calloused palm to press you back down into the corrected pose. “I was enjoying the view.”

It took you a moment to understand the implication of what he meant, cheeks burning as you stood up properly. “I don’t think I got your name..?”

He smirked, passing you a card with his name and number on “…'name’s Sukuna, I work as a personal trainer at this gym sometimes.”

He paused, shamelessly looking you up and down - pretty much just eye-fucking you in the middle of the gym. “if you ever need someone to help you work out, ‘m here.” He sauntered off, not even bothering to wait for your response.

The rest of your workout was spent mulling over the intriguing man you had just met. Whilst his methods were… unconventional and he could be a little assertive, he clearly knew a lot more about the gym than you and could be quite useful?

When you got back to your place, the first thing you did was take a good look at the card he had given you, saving the number on the back and sending him a quick message.

…

you: heyyy, it’s the girl you helped at the gym today! tysm for ur advice, it was really useful. :) would you be free anytime this week to help me with some leg workouts?

sukuna: i remember you

sukuna: do you want to look like this?

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Unsure of what he was really talking about, you immediately clicked the image expecting it to be a photo of a previous client who was in a similar position or honestly anything but a selfie of his glistening torso.

Black markings continuing down from his shoulders meeting into the middle of his pectorals, two symmetrical pointed lines running deep along his tensed abs, an arm slightly raised to show the circle on the top of his deltoid. He was in a dark room but the flash from the camera gave you a good view of his lap - legs spread wide, the grey sweatpants he was wearing allowing you to see everything.

…

sukuna: so?

…

You were…stunned to say the least. I mean you did get the vibe that he was checking you out but you weren’t used to men being so forward with you. You genuinely wanted him to help you work out though so you responded back earnestly stating that whilst you did appreciate his physique, you weren’t trying to completely change the way you looked - you had actually grown from your original aim of going to the gym just for weight loss and wanted to instead focus on improving your stamina and muscle gain, any pounds shed from that alone would be satisfactory for you.

…

sukuna: i understand

sukuna: lets meet tuesday

sukuna: i have the perfect workout for you

…

The wait for Tuesday to come felt absolutely agonising. The day before you had actually gone through your closet looking for your cutest gym set to wear, spending hours agonising over whether you should go for a unitard that clung tightly to your curves or one of your more… skimpier sets that allowed for a little recoil when you moved.

Whilst you knew this definitely wasn’t a date and had already come to the conclusion that Sukuna was certainly the type of trainer to flirt with all his clients - this gym session definitely felt charged in some kinda way.

You walked into the gym that Tuesday quite apprehensive; bringing your light blue hydroflask this time to better match with the set you decided on, a cropped slim fit shirt and looser pair of shorts (to allow for greater range of motion but it does help they also show the underside of your ass).

As soon as you stepped into the gym, you spotted the pink-haired man standing in the padded area you normally start in, his eyes dragging up your frame; a slow grin spreading across his lips as he beckoned you over with two of his fingers.

The walk to him felt like an eternity, dark eyes tinged with a streak of red as he unreservedly studied you - eyes flitting down to the high cut of your shorts, ass jiggling with every step you took.

You felt blood rush to your face, Sukuna’s ogling making you feel so shy. You finally reached him, his hooded gaze rendering you speechless for a good minute or so as the two of you just looked at each other silently.

“Hello to you too” He sniggered, turning to the side to reveal the assortment of weights he had selected for today’s workout. “This is going to be the hardest workout of your life.”

“Sounds good!” you innocently beamed, always being up for a good challenge and it seemed like Sukuna was willing to give you one.

“Woman, I don’t think you understand,” He wiped a hand over his jaw, seeming to be finding your misguided enthusiasm hilarious, “…’nless, you are some kind of masochist - there is no chance you’ll enjoy this”

You looked up at him after he said this, smile faltering slightly at the sight of the very poorly hidden smirk on his face. He was really going to try push you to your limit but… he didn’t know how stubborn you could be.

The two of you went through the warm-up smoothly enough, Sukuna’s critical eye spotting the myriad of mistakes you were making; hands sliding against the soft, contours of your body to position you in the correct positions.

It was hard to remind yourself where you were when his broad palms reached around the expanse of your thighs, lingering in the inner crevices as he squeezed lightly to encourage you to push back against him to deepen your stretch. You really couldn’t tell whether Sukuna was affected in the same way you seemed to be, his previously heated gaze being replaced with a much calmer and cooler one - his focus seeming to be on making this workout the “hardest one of your life”.

You then moved onto weights, the main target of the day being glutes as requested by you. Sukuna had queried about what muscle groups you targeted least and from there promised to make you a future guide to help you work them out more; but explained that today he would start with something familiar, “I don’t want to scare you off.”

To help improve your weight lifting form, he would model how he wanted you to position yourself and then get you to copy him. This would have been extremely helpful if you were actually paying attention to what he was doing, your mind being more focused on the way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved into the poses; you could literally see the tendons wrapping and twisting as he dropped into a squat, thighs flattening out as adductors tensed up creating a deep crevice in the middle.

“Woman.” he growled, dragging you out of your daydream. “I know you didn’t just call me here to lust over my body.” He made eye contact with you through the mirror in front, “You could’ve just come to mine if that was the case”.

Sukuna really knew how to make you flustered, whether that be on purpose or that just being his personality. You couldn’t really decipher whether he actually meant what he said or if his matter-of-fact tone just made everything flirtatious. It didn’t help that he really didn’t mind getting up close and personal with his training, hands securely gripping your sides as you held two dumbbells above your head, gently easing into a weighted squat. He made you do this 20 times - your body trembly and achy by the 15th rep.

“Sukuna….I don’t think I can do anymore” you wheezed, beads of sweat running down from your hairline.

“Don’t be a baby” he muttered into your ear, causing you to suddenly become hyperaware of his proximity to you; his body essentially caging you in as he helped to pull you down. You shivered slightly, willing your body to focus on the really heavy fucking weights above your head and not the man hovering behind you. You flicked your eyes back up to the mirror to centre yourself only to find Sukuna’s eyes glued to your rear - the squat position you were currently in making it look even bigger than normal, your spread legs isolating each cheek with the sliver of undercheek peeking out tensing up into your thigh due to your poor balance.

It was kinda comical to see how transfixed he was - eyes completely blacked out with his grip becoming slightly tighter as you dipped lower and lower. As you came back up you tipped yourself forward purposefully to seem as if you were going to fall over. Snapping out of his daze, Sukuna fully pulled you back into his chest; lower back brushing up against his semi-hard length as your weights clattered against the floor. You turned your head upwards to try and catch his eye only to find him already staring back down at you, face stern, “S-Stop messing around, woman.” He barked out, swiftly moving to create some distance between the two of you.

The rest of the workout continued without much interference from yourself or Sukuna; the second half primarily consisting of cardio which meant that little guidance was actually needed. Whilst you were grateful for his assistance, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted something more - missing the physical contact that was so prevalent at the beginning of your workout.

“All done!” you smiled as the machine slowed to a stop, your gruelling 30 minutes on the stair-master finally being over. You staggered over to the pink-haired man who was lazily lounging on the couch at reception, proud that you had struggled your way through his workout and lived to tell the tale.

“Why are you so…happy?” He looked mildly conflicted, impressed that you had managed to make it through his workout but disappointed that he hadn’t managed to break you.

“’Cause I completed your workout, silly” He found the cheesy grin on your face infuriatingly cute, the way your your eyes crinkled up and dimples poked out actually making his heart beat slightly faster.

“I’m not silly, brat.” He spat out, hand moving down to ruffle your hair, much to your annoyance.

“Since you found this workout so easy, let’s see how you find the one at my house.”

Oh.

The look on Sukuna’s face was akin to the likes of a predator that had just caught its prey; a wide, malfeasant grin plastered on his face as his eyes went to a darkened black.

He was talking about… oh.

You could literally feel yourself dripping as you glanced up at Sukuna, mouth dry as he strolled out of the gym silently - looking back with a gleam in his eyes as the doors to the gym slid shut.

The drive home was quiet, mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. Yes, Sukuna had been very flirty during your interactions but you never thought it was going to escalate to this point where he essentially invited you round… to fuck.

You got home, showered, changed, ate and tucked yourself in for bed in a daze, thoughts still scrambled as you tossed and turned desperately trying to turn off your racing thoughts.

DING

Your hand reached out to grasp your phone. You knew that it could only be one person texting you at this hour.

…

sukuna: mine friday @ 8?

sukuna: unless you don't want to see more of this

sukuna: [image attachment]

…

Oh, he definitely did not waste any time. Your finger raced to click open the attachment, the picture this time being a selfie from a lower angle showcasing a little more of the pink-haired man’s lower body; boxers pulled down to show you his harsh v-line and happy trail that confirmed that the curtains do match the drapes. You could see the the small veins wrapping around his flexed forearm as he twisted his arm to the side to show the sheer amount of muscle he had managed to build in just that one area, bicep almost tripling in size.

As much as you wanted to pretend his excessive showmanship didn’t impress you, your body was telling a different story; thighs slowly rubbing together as you felt heat rush down between your legs.

…

sukuna: i know what you are doing

sukuna: show me.

…

Sheets pushed to the side, you pulled down your shorts with an inhumane level of strength. Something about how self-assured and confident he was just made you horny. The way he just told you what to do and you actually did it was something you didn’t realise you’d liked so much until now, your body trembling with need.

You started filming, a hand spreading apart your folds as the one holding the phone drew closer to showcase how drenched you already were. Your swollen clit was red and angry, begging for attention as your fingertips slowly skimmed along the edges of your cunt. As much as you wanted to wanted to give Sukuna a real show, you also really wanted to come. Eventually, you brought two fingers to your sensitive clit and smeared all of the slick you had gathered before, just the mere pressure making you groan lowly in pleasure. You leisurely started to build up speed, fingers readjusting to allow you to prod into your tight hole, fingers pressing up against your walls in a way that only allowed you to squeeze down onto them.

Your room was filled with the sounds of your quiet whimpers and moans as the pressure in the lower half of your body started to build up more and more to the point where you were about to climax. Your breathing became shallower and was replaced by heavy pants as you tried to evade the inevitable for a little longer, not wanting to stroke Sukuna’s ego any further by coming almost immediately at the sight of him.

Right when you couldn’t hold back any longer you decided to cut the video - he could see you come when the two of you meet on Friday. Until then, he’d have to be satisfied with your video.

You sent the video and threw your phone on the bed, left hand joining your right in plunging into your cunt; your body arching away from the bed as you reached your peak and came hard, gushing out all over your sheets.

Your head felt fuzzy as you lay there for a moment, the only sound in the room being your phone rapidly buzzing.

…

sukuna: fuck

sukuna: you look so good

sukuna: cant believe you cut it there

sukuna: what a little tease

sukuna: you'll see what i do to women who tease me.

…

Friday could not come sooner.

part 2

a/n ✧✩₊˚. ive been binge watching industry and wow being a banker actually seems interesting wtf.. i had to cancel my gym membership cause im moving for uni and i miss it so much i cant wait to start going again 😜

[feeder86]

Saint Scott

It was around Thanksgiving when Ben first had his suspicions that Scott wasn’t quite the angelic figure that he appeared to be. A face of porcelaine and a fine, toned body of a guy who had clearly never struggled to turn heads, Scott had been a favourite amongst every single group within the dorms. He was kind, thoughtful, dependable and caring. He never swore, nor had a bad word to say about anyone. It was no wonder that he had gotten away with it so well.

Scott’s girlfriend, Marie had clearly suffered, surprisingly rapidly, with the Freshman Fifteen. Even Ben, who had no interest in girls whatsoever, had noticed just how swollen and large the girl’s butt had become, almost overnight. Everyone had assumed it to be accidental and a consequence of college life. However, it was Scott’s hands that gave him away. Ben had stood behind them at a party and seen the way the saintly boy’s finger drifted and caressed those blubbery glutes. He’d spoonfed her ice cream and indulged her in any way he could. Then, when Marie had become conscious of her increasing size and joined the netball squad for exercise, Scott had finished with her within the week.

There was no doubt in Ben’s mind. Saint Scott was a feeder. All the evidence was there, despite the fact that Ben would often try to convince himself that he was wrong. After all, he was more interested in the world of feederism than most. It was the reason he had travelled so far away to go to college. For as much as Scott seemed to be harbouring a secret, so was Ben himself…

Ever since Ben could remember, he had wanted to grow his own fat belly. He didn’t know where the urge had come from or why it appealed to him more than anything else. It was the pinnacle of eroticism for him and something he knew he could not live his life without. Waiting until after high school had been a no brainer. There was no chance of him packing on any excess weight back at home. Ever since he was little, he had been ferried about from one extra-curricular sports club to another: basketball, swimming, karate, to name but a few. He had even taken on a couple more in the last year, knowing that his suddenly more sedentary lifestyle in college would be the perfect excuse for why people would start to see his transformation away from the fit jock he had always been.

Ben had started the moment he arrived in college. His first trip to the supermarket had been the cathartic moment he had dreamed about for months. Downing a carton of whipped cream upon his return to the dorm had made his dick harder than he had ever felt it and he came, gazing upon his fit physique bloating in the mirror. Since then, it hadn’t been as easy as he had hoped. The pounds had trickled on slowly and his quest to develop the appetite of an obese guy hadn’t been as automatic as he had hoped. Although his abs had been stubbornly difficult to erase, he did appear thicker in the middle and in his face. His pants had been growing tighter and so he knew that his butt and thighs had been swelling up. 

However, with a shirt on, Ben felt like he had made no progress whatsoever. The guys who had heard of his sporting achievements were still nagging him to sign up at the Athletics Union and, despite the vast quantities of beer he had consumed on nights out, his stomach had still yet to pop out in the way he longed for.

“I hear Vimran is close to getting you to join the swim team?” Scott had teased Ben.

“Not a chance!” Ben had laughed back, throwing a beer down his throat.

“Why not?” Scott had asked in his usual, polite manner. “You don’t fancy being seen in just your swim trunks at the moment?”

Ben’s jaw had dropped. Had the tediously polite and wholesome Scott really just subtly fat-shamed him? His first ever comment about his additional pounds and there it was, rolling out of Scott’s mouth so carelessly. Ben felt a spark of energy captured in his lungs. This was every bit as exciting as he had imagined.

“What I mean is…” Scott fumbled, seeming to recognise his faux pas; his mind working a mile a minute. “...It’s winter, you don’t want to be getting into a cold swimming pool and freezing yourself to death.”

Ben smirked, It was a decent enough recovery, but he had decided to have none of it. “It’s all right,” he chuckled, patting his beer bloated middle. “I guess I would be a little more conscious in a speedo right now,” he smirked, lifting his shirt up to reveal his less defined stomach. “The Freshman Fifteen are definitely catching up to me,” he laughed, taking another sip of his beer and diving his hand into his bag of potato chips. He’d masturbated thinking about it later: his first time being called out for getting chubbier. However, one thing stood out more than anything. Once again, Scott was in the middle of it all.

Pants start to fit very differently once your butt gets some additional heft to it. Ben found he loved the way his sweatpants clung to the new shape, emphasising the fact that his slender, tight, glutes were undergoing a transformation. Once his six pack had been taken over, he could feel the beginnings of softness starting to form at his sides. He could take his fingers to them, poke and pinch, never failing to get himself aroused. This was happening. He was actually doing this, no matter how slow the progress was!

After the winter holidays, Scott had started dating again. Unsurprisingly to Ben, he had chosen a girl from his course: short, large-chested and with a butt at least as chubby as Marie’s had been before she cut down. People had raised their eyebrows in surprise, silently evaluating everyone and deciding that this new girl, Sam, was nearly not hot enough for a guy like Scott. Once again, Ben saw Scott’s drawer in the freezer start to fill with ice cream and sickly treats beginning to clog up the shelves of the refrigerator. The feeder was back to his old tricks, enveloping a naive Sam with his love, affection and pampering. 

Ben often wondered just how Scott did it so effectively. Every pound Ben had gained had been hard fought for as he battled against his fast metabolism, yet Sam’s face seemed to be filling out in a matter of weeks. People began to complain about Scott’s absence, with the guys only ever seeing him at sports practice or when he was on his way to a class. Then there was Sam, who had never had many fans around the dorm, starting to take on even more criticism behind her back, just as her waistline began to thicken.

Ben had to admit that he was disappointed in himself. Although he was proud of the slight paunch he had obtained, he had to conceed that he had expected it to be larger by now. He wanted a real belly on him, not just a bloating that made it look like he was bulking for a muscle gain. He was still going on dates, still being lusted after by the other gay guys on campus. Life had yet to alter in the way he secretly longed for.

It was hard not to feel jealous when Ben saw Scott with his arm draped over Sam: her little swollen tummy pushing out as if she didn't realise a half shirt was not a great look for a girl as obviously overweight as she was now. The pounds had seemed to pour onto her body with breathtaking speed. Scott always seemed to be complimenting her or suggesting places for them to eat, his hands hardly off her all the while. It was then that the fantasy started for Ben. Sure, he’d had a crush on Scott before, but seeing him being so openly horny for his dumpy girlfriend was stimulating his imagination no end. Just what did the guy do to get his girls to grow like this? Just how kinky was all this for him? If it hadn’t been for the fact that Sam had failed her first year in college and was shipped back home by her domineering family, Ben could imagine that she would have continued getting fatter and fatter as the months went on. As it was, she appeared to have had a very lucky escape.

Ben had decided early on that he wasn’t going home for the summer. He’d pushed all year for a less than thirty pound gain. Heading home wouldn’t only stunt his progress but was more than likely to reverse it. He’d been successful in his application to stay in the dorms and had picked up a job at a burger joint to help bring in the extra cash. Whether it was just the cheap material they used, Ben didn’t know, but he’d never felt more portly than when he slipped on his work uniform and strolled out with a confident swagger. It got hot working the cash register by the kitchen, with not a single pound of his new fat being hidden as his shift ended. He noticed people starting to look at him differently and speak to him with a bluntness that he was less used to. It spurred him to eat and consume, determined to make the summer months his most productive yet, even with the torturous humidity that lingered for weeks.

Scott arrived back in town a couple of weeks before the start of the new semester as he moved into a frat house with some of the other athletes. He’d popped in and fist-pumped Ben during the quieter mid afternoon, failing to stop his eyes from noticing the additional fifteen pounds Ben had added since he’d last seen him; now encircling his waist, filling up his thighs and at last forming a slight double chin under his jaw.

“This seems like a pretty sweet deal!” he smiled, looking around at the relatively quiet surroundings after learning of the generous rate they were paying per hour. 

“We also get free food each shift and sodas whenever we please,” Ben grinned, sipping from a large bucket-like drinks holder. 

Again, Scott’s eyes slipped down to Ben’s middle. “You know, you and I should hang out more,” the jock declared, pulling out his phone to get Ben’s number now that they would no longer be living just down the hall from each other. “Being single, I have a lot more time on my hands,” he smiled, slyly checking out the monstrously overweight lady who usually appeared at least a couple of times a week.

A couple of nights later, Scott had made good on his word, inviting Ben out for a few beers; just the two of them. With a good trust fund behind him, Scott was never shy of putting his hand in his pocket to buy in the drinks, although he didn’t appear to be drinking quite as much as Ben had been enabled to. They’d gone back to the dorms carrying pizzas, with Scott wanting to see for himself just how creepy the place felt being so devoid of other students.

“Bro, are you back in the gym?” Scott asked, spotting a couple of large container of protein powder hidden underneath his bed.

Inebriated as he was, Ben merely laughed and shook his head. “No way, man. I’m done with all that shit!”

Scott looked from the protein powder and back to Ben. “I don’t understand then,” he chuckled innocently.

Ben shook his head. “Trust me, buddy, you don’t want to know!” he joked.

“Except, now I really do want to know,” Scott smiled playfully back.

“Let’s just say, the protein powder helps me get in plenty of calories,” Ben offered.

“So you are trying to bulk up,” Scott nodded, deciding that his earlier assumption was correct.

“Not bulking… no,” Ben shot back, realising that he didn’t want to speak in riddles anymore. Scott was his friend, so what if he knew? “Fattening is what I’m doing. I’m growing my belly out. Hence why I just devoured three quarters of all that pizza you just bought as well.” With that, he patted his stout, swollen stomach proudly.

Scott didn’t say a word. His mouth agape, his eyes fell onto Ben’s thicker stomach as if he could hardly comprehend what he was hearing.

“Don’t act like you’re so naive about all this!” Ben chuckled back, entirely relaxed and loose from the many beers he had consumed. “I’ve watched you with Marie and Sam, quietly overfeeding and fattening them up.”

“I did what now?” Scott laughed back; highly amused and not in the least bit offended.

“Oh come on!” Ben sighed. “Stop acting like such a good boy. I saw you! You could hardly keep your hands off Marie when her butt blew up, and the same was true of Sam once her belly started coming in. You’re into fat girls!”

Scott simply continued smiling at him. He sighed, shaking his head and ran his hand through his beautiful hair. “So that’s your theory, huh? That behind the nice guy exterior I’m actually some kinky little feeder-type?”

“I know you are!” Ben smiled, nodding emphatically.

“So what does that make you then?” Scott played along. “Some little fat boy wannabe?”

Ben laughed even more. “Definitely!” he nodded, lifting his shirt and slapping the stomach he had been trying to develop for almost twelve months now. “Having a big fat gut is all I have ever wanted.” Despite the tautness of his skin from the overindulgence, he still revelled in grabbing a little of it and jiggling. 

Scott watched on, continuing to chuckle and admit to nothing. The beers flowed and Ben realised he must have nodded off, waking up and seeing that Scott was now gone. Had he gone too far? Opened up too much? Made an idiot of himself? Possibly. But those questions could wait for the morning when his head was less muddled and confused. For now, all his body needed to do was rest and turn the vast amount of calories in his stomach into pure, irreversible blubber.

Ben saw Scott the next day, squinting his eyes as the hangover hit him hard at work.

“How’s the head today?” Scott asked, taking a pause in his morning run to pop in and see his friend.

Ben groaned, rubbing his eyes. The last hour had been pure torture.

At that, Scott laughed, stretching his quads as he stood at the counter so that he didn’t seize up. “Any nice fat girls in for me today?” he teased, making light of the accusations Ben had thrown at him last night.

Ben groaned once again. He thoroughly believed with all his heart that Scott was a feeder, but had he really been that blunt last night? “Take your pick,” he mumbled back, fighting the polite urge in him to take it all back and apologise.

Scott chuckled at that, taking a little look round nonetheless. “I’m busy the next couple of nights, but do you want to head out for beers on Thursday?” he asked.

Ben raised his palm to his head and sighed. “Ask me again when my head stops pounding,” he groaned.

“You’ll survive,” Scott smiled. “I’ll message you later,” he bounced enthusiastically, taking off to continue his run.

It surprised Ben that they had gone almost two hours into their drinks that Thursday without the awkward conversation about Ben’s revelation rearing its ugly head. Scott hadn’t told anyone else. Of that, Ben could be sure. Scott was so charming and laid back, even the most antisocial of people could lose hours simply chatting to him about almost nothing at all. However, something had caught Scott’s attention as they were speaking and Ben turned around to see that Scott’s ex, Marie, had walked in with some of her friends. The place had been slowly filling up with more returnees all week as Freshers’ Week got closer.

“You want to leave?” Ben asked thoughtfully.

Scott considered the question as if weighing up pros and cons. “Sure. Why not?” he finally declared, throwing back the one beer he had been nursing the entire time.”I think it’s time we got some food anyway.” 

“If it’s any consolation,” Ben smiled, checking Marie out at the bar as she had her back to them both, “I think she looked a lot better when you were going out with her.”

Scott’s eyes fell onto the girl’s butt, now deflated and more toned. He smiled and laughed as if their minds were in sync. “I think I agree with you!”

It was no surprise to Ben that the pair of them ended up heading back to the dorms, pizzas, chicken wings and sodas in hand. Beer never failed to give Ben a good appetite and he set about eating at a good pace, even with the company there. Late night eating such as this never failed to give him a boost on the scales the next morning.

“Wow! It’s almost all gone,” Scott noted, rolling the only remaining protein powder container out from under the bed.

“I know,” Ben nodded, still trying to keep a good pace before he got too full. “I need to get some more this week.”

“Well, I can’t fault your commitment,” Scott smiled, taking his third slice of pizza and nibbling incredibly slowly.

A strange silence hit. “You’ll have to give me some tips,” Ben joked, after slurping down his soda.

“Let me guess… Because I’m the expert when it comes to making someone fatter, right?” Scott joked back mockingly.

“Damn right you are!” Ben retorted. He’d made his position clear. He wasn’t going to retract his comments about Scott being a feeder, no matter how evasive and belittling the jock was towards the accusations.

“You know, no one else has ever told me they thought my behaviour amounted to being a ‘feeder’ before,” Scott shot back, still with that playful smile on his face.

“That’s because everyone else is an idiot!” Ben replied sharply. “They believe your pretty boy smile and all the bullshit charm that spews out of your mouth. But I see you for the kinky little fucker that you really are…”

Scott’s eyes danced with mischief, enjoying their playful back and forth. “Is that so, huh?” he laughed. “It’s a good job you’re here to call me out on it then,” he joked. “Having a feeder on campus sounds pretty concerning!”

“Don’t you worry,” Ben smiled back, doubling up the pizza slices. “I’m not going anywhere!”

Ben couldn’t put his finger on what exactly had happened, but it was as if his body had finally clicked as to what it was supposed to be doing with all the calories he was pushing into it. In a matter of weeks his nipples had begun to point and jiggle when he walked. His cheeks had swollen and his toned arms had finally softened with a coating of fat. His thighs and butt had puffed up even more and, most excitingly of all, his new belly had folded over his belt as he sat down, almost resting on his crotch. It wasthrilling, feeling his body transforming, with new fleshy areas to discover on a weekly basis. Even as the colder weather hit, Ben proudly strutted about in his t-shirts that had become incredibly poor fitting, enjoying the coolness underneath his new belly where the chilly air had immediate access.

“Where’s that cute girl who works in the kitchens sometimes?”  Scott asked, popping into the burger joint as he often did during the quieter hours of Ben’s shifts. Having friends hanging about was usually frowned upon, but there were plenty of admiring women here to ensure that no one ever made a big deal about the pretty, charming boy who visited so often. He’d even been offered a job there more than once.

“Jodie?” Ben asked, having thought a few times that Scott had developed a bit of a crush on his oversized colleague. “She quit last week. She got another job working with her girlfriend.”

Scott sighed in disappointment. He’d been more open in recent weeks about checking out larger women, however it had surprised Ben that the guy had remained single for so long. It had become a frequent joke in his frat house that, apart from the odd one night stand, Scott was getting the least sex of all the boys. 

“You know, you’re never going to get a chubby girlfriend unless you actually put yourself out there,” Ben had advised him. “There are loads of bigger girls on the campus.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just about that for me though, is it?” Scott had replied, clipping the boundaries of how far he was willing to openly admit his interest in feedism.

“Well, if you want a fat girl with a good appetite, you just need to hang around here a little more. I see hundreds of them every day!”

Scott sighed once more. “Want to get some beers later?”

“I can’t tonight. I’ve got an assignment due,” Ben replied. “How about Thursday, as usual?”

“Sure,” Scott nodded, shuffling away with the melancholy demeanour that had seemed to overtake him recently.

Thankfully, Scott’s mood had lifted by the time they met for drinks that week. Ben had learned that although his shirt looked large enough as he stood and gazed at his reflection in his mirror, it didn’t necessarily follow that it would fit so well when he sat down in the bar; his stomach bloating with beer, stretching the buttons angrily. Even for his most exhibitionist tendencies, this felt like a step too far; straying into the positively indecent. He’d now fattened into the 250lbs range for the first time, and every inch of it was showing.

Scott had been animated and chatty, never leaving the table for more than a couple of minutes, despite how many of his other friends came in and wanted his attention.

“Do you mind if we head back?” Ben had finally asked, genuinely concerned that his shirt may blow if he had another beer.

“Sure,” Scott agreed enthusiastically. “Want to come to mine for a bit?”

Ben frowned. He’d never been invited into the frat house before. Somehow, in his current state, he couldn’t think of anywhere he belonged less than in a house filled with athletic heterosexual boys. The pair of them picked up Chinese and entered the house, largely ignored by some of the others who were rowdily watching a movie on the couches. 

As they made their way into Scott’s bedroom, Ben rolled his eyes at how neat and tidy the whole place was; his well dusted sports trophies decorating the shelving above his clear and organised desk. He sat himself down on the boy’s bed, lying back against the headboard, pleased to ruffle the neat and crease-free sheets, kicking his shoes off as Scott rolled his desk chair out to sit alongside him. 

“Things are really speeding up for you now, huh?” Scott asked a few minutes later as, even lying down, Ben’s buttons still threatened to explode as he pushed the noodles into himself.

Ben rubbed his belly proudly. “Still not quite fast enough for my liking,” he replied honestly. “I’m tall enough. There’s no reason why I couldn’t be more than 400lbs if I can push my appetite enough.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. I’ve seen the way you eat. Four hundred would be easy.”

Ben smiled, always appreciating how supportive Scott was of him, despite being such a fitness freak himself. “I got a little winded walking up some stairs the other day. That was pretty exciting.”

“Really? That does it for you?” Scott asked interestedly. “Becoming less fit?”

“Of course!” Ben nodded back. “Becoming fat, sluggish, lazy and slow. It’s a big reason why I started all this in the first place.”

Scott chuckled and nodded his head. “I can’t argue with that. I’ve never met anyone like you before; someone who actually wants to get fat. My exes, Marie and Sam, they just complained bitterly when they started getting heavier.”

“Well, that’s because they didn’t realise they were dating a feeder,” Ben shot back, knowing that one day Scott would have to admit that it was true. He paused for a moment, sensing that Scott felt more comfortable in his own surroundings. “How did you do that by the way? How did you get them so chubby so fast?”

Scott raised his eyebrows then smirked ever so slightly. “Appetite stimulants,” he stated frankly. “I told them they were vitamins and made sure they took them daily.”

Ben nearly dropped his chopsticks. For months he had been trying to tease out a confession from Scott and, all of a sudden, there it was, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

“They worked better on Sam than they did Marie. Then again, she was already a little fatter anyway. Then it was just a case of feeding that appetite through any means I could.”

Ben laughed aloud. “I can see why you’ve kept that to yourself for so long,” he smirked. “That’s some proper kinky shit! Secret appetite stimulants?”

Scott nodded, seeming to understand how far off the path he had strayed by using the pills. Then the smile returned. “They worked though. You saw Sam’s tummy. She absolutely ballooned! She used to eat like such a fat pig some nights!”

Smiling and nodding, Ben could hardly argue. He was uniquely aware that Scott had just shared a part of himself that no one else on the entire planet had seen before. “I knew you weren’t such a fucking goodie-two-shoes!”

“Far from it!” Scott smiled. He seemed buzzed to have finally spoken about it all out loud and he shifted restlessly in his chair as if he wanted to say much more and continue the excited feeling inside of himself. “It’s all just so fucking hot though!” he rambled.

Ben smirked. He’d never heard Scott swear before. The guy must have been seriously horny just talking about this stuff.

“I got so turned on watching them eat, knowing exactly what I was doing. I couldn’t believe how easy it was. You’re still the only one who ever noticed! Can you believe that?”

“Like I said, people are idiots. They don’t want to believe that the pretty little star athlete is actually a devious, cunning and manipulative devil!” Ben nodded. “So, out of interest, where exactly are these appetite stimulants?”

Scott rolled his chair and gladly opened his drawer where, tucked inside an innocuous pair of sport socks, sat a little bottle that had been concealed there for months.

“Ready and waiting for your next little piggy, huh?” Ben joked.

“You know it!” Scott smiled wickedly. “I want you to try one for me,” he declared.

“Sure,” Ben shrugged. “But I’m almost out of food anyway. I don’t think I need it.”

“I’ve got more downstairs,” the jock replied, tipping the container up regardless and pinching one into his fingers. “This stuff is super expensive. I’d like you to experience first hand what they can do.”

Ben couldn’t deny that he was turned on by the idea. He went to take it from Scott’s hand until the boy shook his head and insisted on dropping it onto Ben’s tongue himself. Swallow.

“Now just wait half an hour, then you’re going to have the most ravenous appetite of your life!” He spoke slowly, as if all this was the height of eroticism and the pinnacle of his sexual fantasies.

“I’d best take my shirt off then,” Ben joked, until he felt the hands of Scott assisting him; his fleshy stomach and nipples entirely on show in front of Scott for the first time.

“I’m just going to get it all ready,” Scott announced, jumping out of his chair. “I won’t be long,” he exclaimed, throwing the TV remote into Ben’s hands and racing off with a sprightliness that was alien to Ben these days.

As Ben sat there watching some boring sitcom, he tried to calm his body down. He had to remember that Scott was straight and that, although he was indulging in their kinks right now, the last thing he would want to see would be the epic hard-on that Ben could feel rising up in his crotch.

Scott arrived back about twenty minutes later, carrying a discrete cardboard box that, when emptied, contained several different items of highly fattening treats. Ben realised then that this had all been planned from the start. Had he microcraved the ice cream to make it so gooey? One of the tubs was practically liquid!

“Are you feeling it yet?” Scott asked, sitting down and switching the TV off in favour of music. Generic, sweet love songs played out, no longer fitting alongside the exciting, wicked kinkiness Scott had concealed for so long.

“What am I supposed to be feeling?” Ben asked, placing a cushion over his crotch as he realised he was fooling himself if he thought he could stop his dick from getting hard.

“Hungry!” Scott replied excitedly back, picking up the cushion and throwing it away over his shoulder.

“Please!” Ben panicked. “I need that! I can’t promise not to get turned on if I’m going to be eating this much.”

“Good!” Scott grinned. “I’m already there.” He pointed into his crotch, where a massive, thick and pumped erection had slid itself down the side of the left leg of his pants. He slipped his large hand onto Ben’s fattened middle and rubbed, making both of them moan. He leaned in closer, assessing just how much Ben would submit to him tonight. Then he grinned, leaning in to kiss Ben in a way that was at odds with the violent jiggling his hand was forcing upon Ben’s stomach fat. ”Give it another five minutes to let the stimulant do its work,” he whispered, leaning in for more kisses and undressing both of them before the time was finally up.

Having Scott’s hand on his dick felt like no sexual thrill Ben had ever experienced in his life. Through his masterful stroking, the handsome jock had fully asserted his dominant nature, leaving no part of his true self now hidden.

“Are you going to be a good piggy for me?” Scott asked, his face deadly serious as he anticipated the exciting spectacle that was to come.

Ben wasn’t sure where he stood on being called a pig, but out of Scott’s mouth, it felt like the perfect, sexy fit. “Yes,” he nodded; his hand clasping Scott’s hardness in turn.

“Because that thing you said about being 400lbs…” Scott continued. “That’s not going to be enough for a fat boy like you, is it?”

Ben sighed with relief. It was like something from his dreams. Scott was right: four hundred was never going to be enough for him. However, saying it out loud was something he had never dared before. But how did Scott know that so instinctively?

Even without the appetite stimulant, Ben felt he would have made great inroads into the disgusting amount of supplies Scott had carried up to feed him with. However, wth the stimulant working its magic, Ben was surprised by just how much he was getting down. It wasn’t hunger he felt exactly, but all the usual tightness that came from overeating just wasn’t happening tonight. His stomach seemed to have an endless capacity, both of them ejaculating over the tremendous, distorted ball his gut had become by the end of it all.

Ben didn’t go back to the dorm that night. Scott’s sweet nature had returned as they lay in bed together, entirely naked. In the morning, Ben enjoyed breakfast in bed and was introduced properly to the guys in the house, all of whom looked on in confusion at the small ways Scott appeared so unashamedly affectionate towards him. He wanted to hold hands as they made their way back to the dorm and it suddenly dawned on Ben that he was now taken. Scott had claimed him as his own. He was the fat pig the kinky boy had desired for so long; their destinies now very much entwined.

“You know, honey, I really think we should give that diet another go,” Scott cooed three years later as they both went over to stay with Ben’s folks for a weekend during the Fall. Despite being no strangers to seeing their son slowly fatten up, they had been shocked by just how extreme it all was now Ben was over 460lbs. His stomach was so enormous, the fat on his thighs and hips sometimes throwing him off-balance and the enormous sacks of fat under his armpits pushing his elbows out wider. Even after all these years, Scott was still getting away with it; no one believed, even for a second, that Ben’s incredible obesity and appetite were being caused by him. Everyone loved Scott, including Ben’s own stern father, who had sold his beloved classic car to Scott for a pittance the moment the charming boy had shown an interest. It was simply the way Scott sailed through life, people bending over backwards to help and please him; sensing a goodness in him that, although very real, didn’t eclipse the wicked deviousness within.

By the end of the evening, Ben had solemnly sworn to his concerned parents that he would try to lose a few pounds. He and Scott had come upstairs to the small bedroom Ben had inhabited most of his adolescence, dropping the mattress onto the floor given that he had broken the bed the last time they had visited. Ben’s father had refused to fix it out of protest.

Ben knew what was coming next as they both undressed. He had seen the subtle boner in Scott’s crotch the entire time his parents had been nagging him about his weight; spurred on entirely by Scott himself.

“You actually brought the funnel?” Ben exclaimed, sitting up obediently as it was automatically strapped around his fat head.

“Of course I did, Piggy!” Scott cooed; his personality changed behind the closed door of the bedroom. He shook up some of the instant calorie shakes they sometimes bought when they were away and unable to make their own. “You agreed to twelve thousand calories a day for the next week, remember.”

With a hose in his mouth, Ben could do little more than grunt in acknowledgement. Still, his hardness was pressing its way through the fat that was engulfing his groin. Five hundred had never felt so close!

“I promised your mother I was going to help you with this diet, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do!” Scott chuckled, pouring one fattening carton after another into the funnel. He’d always throw in a couple more if Ben got him horny enough; which was why, alongside his swallowing, Ben sat there trying to rub his sweaty palm over Scott’s concrete boner and make him climax. This whole scenario was something that turned him on more than anything: the quiet, blameless ways Scott fed and encouraged him behind people’s backs. The face of an angel. A man who could never even dream of such a thing as this!

“Drink up, Piggy!” demand the feeder, staring down at him with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Every last fucking drop!”

[shesbackagain]

Please! How do you get your cake like that! It’s so perfect 😣. Please, I’m struggling at the gym! 😭🤣

Hi ☺️ to be honest with you big part of how my butt looks is about genetics, my mum has a big one too 😁 but working out helps a ton and it looks way better, like the shape overall is nicer

I usually do rdls, squats, hip abduction/adduction, hyperextensions, leg press and hamstrings curls on leg days. I don't have a specific glute workout, I'm trying to add other exercises like Bulgarian splits or step ups or hip thrusts (which I do sometimes but not that often), lunges...

And eat lots of protein!!!!!!!!!!! You want to grow those muscles 💪💪💪 of course rest and sleep well and if you think you aren't progressing as you would like to maybe ask for help and try some specific glute growth programs

I struggle too with my upper body training 😩 you're not alone

Sometimes we focus so much on the results we can see that we don't realise how far we've come and how much stronger we are 💪😎

And it's definitely not a perfect cake, what I post is the pictures I feel good about so as you see from the side looks juicier and prettier

[mpregtales]

Leo & Nate Part 5

As Leo entered his ninth month of pregnancy, his body had reached its peak, embodying the culmination of months of growth and transformation. His belly had grown so massive that it now felt and looked like a planet, a round, protruding globe that dominated his frame. The weight of his triplets pulled his belly forward, creating a pronounced curve that made it nearly impossible for him to see his feet. The sheer size of his belly made every movement deliberate, every step carefully considered.

Leo’s clothes struggled to fit his ever-expanding form. Even the maternity clothes he had once found comfortable were now stretched to their limits, clinging to his body and highlighting every curve. His bubble butt had become truly enormous, each cheek full and rounded, jutting out behind him with a pronounced, luscious curve. His glutes, now fully developed, provided a counterbalance to his protruding belly, but they also added to the strain on his lower back and hips.

His thighs had thickened considerably, their once-muscular build now enveloped in soft, smooth flesh that supported the additional weight. His hips had widened further, providing a strong, stable base for his growing belly. The expansion of his hips had given his figure a voluptuous, hourglass shape that was both powerful and graceful. His pecs had also continued to fill out, the roundness of his chest now undeniable, his nipples darker and more sensitive as his body prepared for breastfeeding.

Inside, the sensation of the triplets was constant. Leo could feel every movement, every kick, as his babies shifted and stretched within the tight confines of his belly. The feeling was a mix of discomfort and awe, a reminder of the incredible life he was carrying. Each kick sent a ripple of pressure through his body, the weight of the babies pressing down on his pelvis, creating an almost unbearable pressure as they settled lower in preparation for birth.

Leo’s instincts told him that the time was near. There was a natural sense of anticipation, a knowing deep within his body that birth was imminent. He could feel his body gearing up for the monumental task ahead, the subtle shifts and changes signaling that his babies would soon be ready to enter the world. His belly had dropped slightly, a clear indication that the triplets were moving into position for birth. The sensation of his belly hanging lower, combined with the increased pressure on his pelvis, made each step feel heavier, more deliberate.

As the days passed, Leo became more aware of the changes taking place in his body. One morning, as he was getting out of bed, he felt a sudden, distinct sensation—his belly seemed to lower itself, shifting downward with a gravity that was both unfamiliar and profound. The feeling was like a gentle but firm tug from within, as if the triplets were making their final descent into the birthing position. The weight of his belly now rested more heavily on his pelvis, causing a deep, throbbing pressure that intensified with each passing day. It was as though his body was signaling that the time was drawing near, that the moment of birth was fast approaching.

As the days passed, the early signs of labor began to make themselves known. Leo felt his belly drop even further, the weight shifting as the babies descended lower into his pelvis. He began to experience mild contractions, the muscles in his abdomen tightening sporadically as his body prepared for birth. The contractions were irregular at first, a gentle reminder that the time was drawing near.

To cope with the growing discomfort, Leo had taken to practicing yoga. The gentle stretching and breathing exercises helped him manage the strain on his body, easing some of the tension in his lower back and hips. The poses allowed him to find moments of relief, moments where he could connect with his body and the life growing within it. The yoga also provided a mental calm, a way to center himself as he prepared for the challenges of labor.

The pressure in his pelvis grew steadily, becoming a constant presence that made it difficult to find a comfortable position, whether sitting, standing, or lying down. The contractions became more frequent, more intense, each one pulling at his muscles, preparing them for the monumental task of bringing his babies into the world.

Leo spent much of his time rubbing his belly, the soothing motion helping to ease some of the discomfort. He found comfort in the movements of his babies, their kicks a reassurance that everything was progressing as it should. Nate was by his side through it all, his hands constantly massaging Leo’s body, offering support and relief. Nate’s touch was gentle, loving, his fingers kneading the tension from Leo’s back and hips, his presence a steadying force as they approached the final stretch.

One evening, as Leo was resting on the couch, he felt a sudden, intense pressure in his belly, followed by a rush of warmth between his legs. It was as though a balloon had popped inside him, the sensation so distinct and sudden that it took his breath away. He gasped, his hands flying to his belly as he realized what had happened.

“Nate,” Leo called out, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. “My water just broke.”

Nate, who had been in the kitchen, rushed to Leo’s side, his eyes wide with concern and anticipation. “Okay, let’s get you to the hospital,” he said, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. He helped Leo to his feet, supporting him as they made their way to the door. As they moved, Leo felt another gush of fluid, the sensation both startling and surreal, a clear sign that labor was truly beginning.

“Nate, it’s happening,” Leo said, his voice a mixture of awe and nervousness as they made their way to the car. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

Nate squeezed Leo’s hand reassuringly as they got into the car. “I know, babe. You’re amazing. We’re going to do this together.”

The drive to the hospital was a blur of contractions and deep breaths, the intensity of the moment washing over both of them. Leo’s body was in full preparation mode, the contractions coming fast and hard, each one bringing them closer to the moment they had been waiting for.

As they arrived at the hospital, Leo could feel the full weight of the impending birth pressing down on him, both physically and emotionally. The time had come, and with Nate by his side, he was ready to bring their three little miracles into the world.

After Leo’s water broke, the urgency in the room was palpable. The contractions grew stronger and faster, each one crashing over him like a powerful wave, pushing the triplets deeper into his pelvis. The drive to the hospital felt like a race against time, each bump in the road amplifying the pressure and discomfort radiating through Leo’s body. Nate drove with a mixture of urgency and calm, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, but he never missed a chance to reach over and squeeze Leo’s hand, grounding him through the storm of sensations.

“We’re almost there,” Nate reassured him, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of the chaos. Leo nodded, his focus narrowing to his breathing as he tried to manage the intensifying pain. The pressure was immense, a deep, burning sensation that throbbed through his pelvis with each contraction, urging his body to push.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the staff moved swiftly, wheeling Leo to the labor and delivery room. They had arranged for a water birth due to the size of Leo’s belly and the number of babies, and the nurses wasted no time helping him into the large, warm birthing tub. The water offered immediate relief as he sank into it, the warmth embracing his body and alleviating some of the pressure on his pelvis. Leo positioned himself on all fours, his massive belly hanging low between his thick legs, taking some of the strain off his lower back. As he arched his back, his enormous, plump bubble butt stuck out, each cheek jiggling slightly with the movement. The sight of his towering, rounded glutes jutting out was both powerful and vulnerable, a visual reminder of the life he was about to bring into the world.

The first contraction that demanded pushing hit hard, a wave of intense pressure that seemed to resonate through every fiber of Leo’s being. He could feel the first baby’s head pressing firmly against his pelvis, the overwhelming urge to push taking over. With a deep breath, Leo bore down, his glutes tightening and flexing as he focused all his strength on bringing the baby down. The muscles in his butt cheeks pulsed with each push, the strain visible as they worked tirelessly to guide the baby through the birth canal.

The sensation was beyond intense—a deep, burning stretch as his body adjusted to the descending baby. Leo let out a low, guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the room as he pushed with everything he had. His bubble butt tightened and rippled with each effort, the muscles straining and shifting, the tender skin pulling taut as the baby’s head pressed against it. Nate, always attentive, moved his hands to caress Leo’s trembling glutes and swollen belly, feeling the powerful contractions beneath the surface.

“You’re doing so well, Leo,” Nate whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration. “Just keep going, you’re almost there.”

Leo’s breathing grew ragged as the pressure intensified, the baby’s head descending lower with each push. The sensation of his skin stretching was both painful and surreal, the fullness of the baby pressing against his cheeks, urging them apart. Leo’s skin, now slick and glistening with perspiration, added a sheen to his laboring body, the warmth and dampness a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

As Leo pushed, the water around him rippled with each movement, the gentle waves adding a soothing rhythm to the intense process of labor. His massive belly, taut and heavy, contracted visibly with each push, the skin stretching and shifting as the muscles worked to bring the babies into the world. Nate’s hands remained a constant presence, rubbing soothing circles on Leo’s lower back and cheeks, his touch grounding Leo in the midst of the storm.

As the baby’s head began to crown, Leo felt a sharp, burning sensation as the delicate folds of his skin stretched to their limits. His glutes quivered and pulsed with the effort, the powerful muscles rippling as they worked to bring the baby into the world. The skin at his entrance stretched taut, the fullness of the baby’s head pressing outward, creating a bulge between his massive cheeks.

Instinctively, Leo reached back with both hands, parting his cheeks to reveal the growing bulge of the baby’s head. The sensation was overwhelming, the baby’s head pressing closer, the pressure immense.

Another strong contraction tore through his body, and Leo bore down with all his strength. His glutes flexed powerfully, and the bulge became more pronounced, now fully visible between his cheeks. The sheer size of each cheek made their mass jiggle with even the subtlest movement, especially in this vulnerable position. As he adjusted his footing and hunkered down into a wide squat, his legs trembling as a vein flared in his neck, he felt the intensity of the moment peak. With a final, intense push, the baby’s head crowned fully, the pain peaking as Leo cried out, tears springing to his eyes, the water between his cheeks becoming cloudy.

Nate leaned in and kissed Leo tenderly in the midst of the storm. “You’re almost there, love,” Nate murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just a little more.”

As the head inched out further, Leo reached back with one hand to gently cup the opening, feeling the baby’s head press outward. The warmth of the baby’s head against his palm added to the intensity of the moment. The skin stretched to its limits, the fullness of the baby’s head creating a deep, burning pressure.

Another contraction followed quickly, and Leo gasped as the head finally popped out. He took a shaky breath, feeling immense relief as the baby’s shoulders began to turn within him, preparing for the next phase of the birth.

Nate’s voice was calm and steady, his touch a constant source of comfort and support. “You’re doing it, Leo,” Nate whispered, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so strong.”

The next contraction hit, and Leo knew it was time to deliver the rest of the baby’s body. With a deep breath, he bore down again, his glutes tightening, the fullness of them pushing back against the pressure as he focused all his strength on bringing the baby down.

Leo felt the baby’s shoulders pressing against his entrance, the burning stretch nearly unbearable. But he was determined, his focus solely on bringing his child into the world. He adjusted his footing again, his cheeks jiggling slightly as he did so, feeling a cramp well up deep inside him. With a big, hard push and a powerful flex of his glutes, the baby’s shoulders began to move through, parting his cheeks even further as the baby descended.

With one final, intense push and a squeeze of his glutes, Leo felt the baby’s arms and legs spill out with the rest of the body into the water, followed by a rush of amniotic fluid. His cheeks jiggled one final time as the baby slipped free, the muscles, exhausted and trembling, finally able to relax.

“You have a strong new son,” the nurse announced, her voice filled with warmth. Leo looked down at his son, his eyes brimming with tears. The baby was warm and wet, his tiny fists clenched tightly as he let out a loud, healthy wail. Leo could see a mix of both his and Nate’s features in the baby—the shape of Leo’s eyes and Nate’s strong hair color. It was a perfect blend of both their love.

Nate leaned in, tears in his eyes as he kissed Leo’s shoulder. “He’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice trembling with love.

Leo’s belly felt slightly smaller, but still massive, the immediate relief palpable. He reached back to gently touch his tender opening and cheeks, feeling the warmth of more fluid coming out.

Leo barely had time to catch his breath before the next contraction hit, rolling through his body like a tidal wave. The brief relief after delivering the first baby was quickly replaced by intense pressure as the second baby began its descent. His body, still trembling from the exertion, readied itself for the next challenge.

As the contraction surged, Leo felt the weight of the second baby pressing down, the sensation more intense than before. His massive belly tightened visibly, the skin stretching as the baby moved lower. The pressure was immense, and Leo knew he had to find the strength to bring this second baby into the world.

The familiar burning stretch returned as his already strained skin and muscles worked to accommodate the second baby’s descent. The pain and pressure consumed him, but beneath it all, there was a deep satisfaction—a sense that his body was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

Nate’s hand rested on Leo’s lower back, grounding him. “You’ve got this, Leo,” Nate whispered, his voice steady. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

Leo nodded, focusing on the sensation of the baby moving lower. The pressure built as the baby’s head began to crown, the skin stretching taut. The familiar burn intensified, but Leo pushed through, determined to bring the baby into the world.

With each contraction, the baby moved a little further, the head gradually emerging. The sensation was a mix of burning, stretching, and intense pressure, but there was progress. Leo’s breathing grew ragged as he reached back to part his cheeks, guiding the baby’s head through. The warmth of the baby’s head against his palm was a stark contrast to the cool air and water around him.

Nate leaned in, his lips brushing against Leo’s ear. “You’re almost there, love. Just a little more.”

Leo bore down with all his strength, the pressure almost suffocating, but with a final, intense push, the baby’s head finally emerged. The relief was immediate as the shoulders began to turn within him, the hardest part over but still more work ahead.

The next contraction came quickly, and Leo bore down again, his glutes flexing as he focused on delivering the rest of the baby. The burning stretch returned as the shoulders moved through, but Leo pushed through, determined.

With one final, powerful push, the baby’s body slipped free, followed by a warm rush of amniotic fluid. Leo gasped, the relief washing over him as the second baby was delivered into the water. His cheeks jiggled slightly as the tension released, his muscles exhausted and trembling.

“It’s another boy,” the nurse announced warmly. Leo looked down at his second son, his heart swelling with love and pride. The baby was perfect, his tiny fists clenched as he let out his first cry.

Nate leaned in, kissing Leo’s shoulder. “You did it, Leo. He’s beautiful,” Nate whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Leo’s body still felt heavy, his belly still round and full, but the immediate relief was palpable. He reached back to gently touch his tender entrance and cheeks, feeling the warmth of the fluid still trickling out. But he knew there was still one more baby to deliver, and the contractions would start again soon.

Taking a deep breath, Leo prepared himself for the final challenge. His body was exhausted, but with Nate by his side, he felt ready to bring their third child into the world.

After delivering the second baby, Leo took a moment to gather himself. He felt his belly, which, though still full, had noticeably shrunk. The tightness and pressure had lessened, but he knew there was still one more miracle waiting to be born. His hand instinctively moved to his glutes, briefly rubbing his sore, swollen cheeks, which had worked tirelessly through the first two births. They were tender, the muscles fatigued, but Leo steeled himself for the final push.

The contractions returned, signaling that the third baby was ready to make its entrance. The familiar wave of pressure built rapidly, more intense and focused now that there was more room for the baby to move. Leo felt the weight of this final child pressing down, the sensation a mix of exhaustion and determination. He knew this was the last hurdle, and he was ready to meet it head-on.

As the contraction peaked, Leo bore down once more, his glutes tightening as he pushed with everything he had left. The pressure was immense, the familiar burning stretch returning as the baby’s head began to descend. The skin at his entrance, already stretched and sore, worked tirelessly to accommodate the final baby.

Nate was right there, his hands steadying Leo, offering comfort and strength. “This is it, Leo,” Nate whispered, his voice filled with love and encouragement. “One last time, and we’ll have all three of our babies.”

Leo nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he focused on the sensation of the baby moving lower. The pressure intensified, the baby’s head pressing firmly against his entrance, urging him to push harder.

The familiar burn and stretch reached their peak as the baby began to crown. Leo could feel the baby’s head slowly emerging, the skin pulling taut as it made its way through. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure and pain nearly unbearable, but Leo knew he was close. His glutes quivered and flexed with each push, the powerful muscles working in unison to bring the baby into the world.

With a deep, determined breath, Leo bore down with all his might, his body trembling with the effort. The baby’s head began to emerge, the intense pressure giving way to a sharp, burning sensation as it crowned. Leo let out a low, guttural moan, the sound echoing through the room as he pushed with everything he had.

The baby’s head finally slipped free, the relief immediate as the shoulders began to turn within him. Leo knew the hardest part was over, but he still had to deliver the rest of the baby. He adjusted his position slightly, his massive cheeks jiggling as he found his footing.

Nate’s voice was a constant source of comfort. “You’re doing so well, Leo. Just a little more, and we’ll have our third miracle.”

The next contraction came swiftly, and Leo focused all his energy on delivering the baby’s body. The burning stretch returned as the shoulders moved through, but Leo pushed through the pain, his glutes flexing as he worked to bring the baby down.

With one final, powerful push, the baby’s body slipped free, followed by a rush of warm amniotic fluid. Leo gasped, his body trembling as the third and final baby was delivered into the water. The relief was overwhelming, his muscles finally able to relax after the monumental effort.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse announced, her voice filled with warmth and joy. Leo looked down at his daughter, his heart swelling with love and pride. The baby was perfect, her tiny fists clenched as she let out a loud, healthy cry, her voice a beautiful sound that brought tears to Leo’s eyes.

Nate leaned in, tears of joy streaming down his face as he kissed Leo’s forehead. “She’s beautiful, Leo. You did it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Leo’s body, though still full, initially felt lighter with the immediate relief of delivering the third baby. But as he reached down to gently touch his still-round belly, he noticed it was unusually hard. A flutter of movement in his pelvis caught his attention, sending a jolt of realization through him—there was still another baby to be born. Panic began to rise within him as he looked up at the nurse, searching for confirmation.

The nurse, noticing the concern in Leo’s eyes, quickly checked him and nodded. “You’re right, Leo. There’s one more baby. We need you to push again.”

Exhaustion washed over Leo like a heavy wave. His muscles were strained to their limits, trembling from the effort of delivering three babies already. His body ached, his energy was depleted, and for a moment, he didn’t think he had anything left to give. The idea of pushing one more time seemed impossible.

“I…I don’t know if I can do this,” Leo whispered, his voice trembling with fatigue and doubt. His hands shook as they rested on his belly, feeling the last baby shift inside him. The pressure was building again, but he felt overwhelmed, unsure if he had the strength to continue.

Nate, sensing the fear and exhaustion in Leo’s voice, leaned in close, his hands gently cradling Leo’s face. “Leo, look at me,” he said softly, his voice filled with unwavering support. “You’ve been incredible—so strong. I know you’re tired, but you can do this. I’m right here with you, and I know you have the strength to bring our last baby into the world. Just one more time, love.”

Leo looked into Nate’s eyes, finding the reassurance he needed in his partner’s steady gaze. He took a deep breath, trying to gather what little energy he had left. Nate’s words resonated deep within him, rekindling the resolve that had carried him through the births so far. Despite the exhaustion, despite the pain, Leo knew he couldn’t give up now.

With the next contraction, Leo bore down with everything he had left. His body, though strained and weary, responded to the urgency of the moment. The familiar pressure returned, sharper this time as the baby began to move. The burning stretch reignited, and Leo let out a deep, guttural moan as he pushed, his glutes tightening with the effort.

Nate was right there, holding Leo’s hand, offering constant encouragement. “That’s it, Leo. You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

Leo’s body trembled with exhaustion, but he pushed through the pain, focusing solely on bringing this final baby into the world. The sensation of the baby moving lower, the intense pressure as it began to crown, was almost overwhelming. His muscles screamed in protest, his skin stretched to its limits, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

With one final, monumental push, the baby’s head emerged, followed quickly by the rest of the body. Leo gasped as the last baby slipped free, the tension in his body finally releasing. His cheeks quivered one last time as the baby was born, the exhaustion giving way to a profound sense of relief and accomplishment.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse announced, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. Leo looked down at his fourth child, tears welling in his eyes as he cradled her in his arms. She was perfect, just like her siblings, and the sight of her filled him with a deep, unshakeable love.

Nate leaned in, kissing Leo’s forehead, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it, Leo. You brought all four of our babies into the world. You’re amazing.”

Leo took a moment to catch his breath, the room around him settling into a quiet calm after the intensity of the births. His body, though still trembling with exhaustion, felt lighter now, the weight of the babies no longer pressing down on him. He closed his eyes for a brief second, allowing himself to soak in the relief and the overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

But there was one more task left. The nurse gently reminded Leo that the placenta still needed to be delivered. Though smaller than the babies, the placenta was still substantial, and Leo could feel the heaviness in his belly. Gathering his strength one last time, he bore down with a series of pushes, each one bringing the large placenta closer to the surface. The pressure returned, but it was different now—softer, less intense, but still requiring effort.

With a final push, the placenta slid out, and Leo let out a deep sigh of relief. The nurse caught it expertly, remarking on its size and health. It was over now—truly over. Leo’s body was finally free from the immense task it had carried out.

As the nurse worked, Leo took a moment to reach back and massage his sore, swollen cheeks, feeling the tender muscles beneath his hands. Nate, always attentive, joined him, his strong hands working in tandem with Leo’s, easing the tension from his glutes. The gentle kneading helped, both physically and emotionally, grounding Leo in the aftermath of the birth.

The nurse soon stepped in, helping to clean Leo up. She wiped down his cheeks with a soft, warm cloth, gently moving between them, making sure every part of him was comfortable and clean. Leo lay back, feeling a deep sense of relaxation wash over him as the nurse finished her work. His body was exhausted, but the soreness was now mixed with a profound sense of peace.

Nate sat beside him, and they shared a moment of quiet reflection, their eyes meeting in a gaze filled with love and gratitude. The journey they had just completed together was nothing short of miraculous, and the bond between them felt stronger than ever.

Nate then stood and carefully took two of their newborns into his arms, cradling them close to his chest. Leo, still lying back, took the other two, holding them gently against his body. The weight of the babies was different now—a comforting, grounding presence that filled his heart with overwhelming love.

As they looked down at their children, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own. This moment, holding their four perfect babies, was the culmination of everything they had hoped and dreamed for. It was a testament to their love, their resilience, and the unbreakable bond they had forged through this experience.

Leo’s voice was soft, filled with emotion. “We did it, Nate. They’re finally here.”

Nate leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Leo’s forehead. “We did, Leo. And they’re perfect. I can’t believe they’re ours.”

Leo looked at their babies, marveling at the mix of features that reflected both him and Nate. He felt a deep, unshakeable love for each of them, a love that would only grow stronger with time. This moment, with his family complete and the man he loved by his side, was everything he had ever wanted.

As they lay there, surrounded by the quiet peace of the room, the magnitude of what they had accomplished settled in. They had brought four new lives into the world, and the future was filled with endless possibilities. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they knew they would face them together, as a family.

And with that, the story of Leo and Nate, and their incredible journey to parenthood, found its perfect, loving conclusion. Their hearts were full, their family complete, and their love for each other stronger than ever.

[chic-diet-inspired]

Hey I have a question so this is kinda the body that I want:

But this is my body:

My plan was to get as skinny as possible and then start to grow my glutes and hips. But I can’t go to the gym or can have some equipment. What would you recommend me to do? I can only do home workouts that’s it

( I don’t have a better picture of my body)

The first place fat settles is the first place you will lose it from. I know That you want this particular body type (P.S. It is my ideal body type too), but plan acc to how you would be losing weight. For mw my weight goes first in my thighs, therefore I try to convert the fat there into muscle and get a 11 line and all. So think about how it goes for you.

My suggestion lose some weight by doing strength training and restrain training. Especially restraint training. Cycle a lot, it would help you build your thigh muscles. Do stomach suctions and a lot of exercise that have plank as foundation. Do booty workouts. Just start exercising 1-2 hrs a day. Don't wait to lose weight. That way you won't ever reach where you want.

[freeonlineworkouts]

How to Grow Your Glutes Fast?

[fitnessmantram]

Yoga Pilates To Reduce Thigh Fat #short #reducebellyfat #bellyfatloss #y...

You can have more streamlined legs by practicing pilates on a regular basis. Here are some moves from our expert in pilates for slimming the thighs. Chiseling the legs is center for a many individuals. Thigh fat reduction can be one of the most challenging objectives

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[thewanderingfili]

It’s Legs & Glutes Day

Slowly but surely growing my 🥞 and turning it into a 🍑.

I’ve also taken on an extra fitness challenge to attain more of an hourglass figure (and get that extra boost when it comes to toning). I’m actually surprised to see I lowkey have that figure naturally. That, or the waist exercises I’ve been doing are starting to pay off.😹

Anything for that summer body!

[optimal-living-lab]

Strength Training for Beginners: A Comprehensive Guide

Strength training is an essential component of overall fitness, providing numerous benefits such as increased muscle mass, improved bone density, and enhanced metabolism. If you're new to strength training, getting started can feel overwhelming, but with the right guidance, it can be both enjoyable and rewarding. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the basics of strength training for beginners.

Understanding Strength Training

Strength training, also known as resistance training, involves exercises that use resistance to build muscle strength, endurance, and size. This resistance can come from various sources, including free weights, weight machines, resistance bands, or even your body weight.

Benefits of Strength Training

Increased Muscle Strength: Strength training helps to build and strengthen muscles, making everyday activities easier and reducing the risk of injury.

Improved Bone Health: It stimulates bone growth and can help prevent osteoporosis, especially important as we age.

Boosted Metabolism: Muscle is more metabolically active than fat, so building muscle through strength training can help increase your resting metabolic rate, aiding in weight management.

Enhanced Functional Strength: It improves your ability to perform daily tasks, such as lifting, carrying, and bending.

Getting Started

1. Consult a Professional

Before starting any new exercise program, especially if you have any health concerns, it's wise to consult with a healthcare professional or a certified personal trainer. They can help tailor a program to your specific needs and ensure you exercise safely.

2. Set Clear Goals

Identify what you want to achieve through strength training. Whether it's gaining muscle, losing weight, or improving overall fitness, having clear goals will guide your training program.

3. Start with Basic Exercises

Begin with compound exercises that work multiple muscle groups simultaneously. These include:

Squats: Targets the legs, glutes, and core.

Deadlifts: Works the back, glutes, and hamstrings.

Push-ups: Engages the chest, shoulders, and triceps.

Rows: Targets the back, biceps, and shoulders.

4. Learn Proper Technique

Focus on mastering proper form and technique for each exercise to prevent injury and maximize results. If you're unsure, consider working with a personal trainer initially to learn the correct form.

5. Gradually Increase Intensity

Start with lighter weights and gradually increase the resistance as you get stronger. Aim for 2-3 strength training sessions per week, allowing at least 48 hours of rest between sessions to allow your muscles to recover and grow.

6. Incorporate Variety

Include a variety of exercises in your routine to target different muscle groups and keep your workouts interesting. This can include different types of resistance exercises, as well as cardio and flexibility training.

Tips for Success

Listen to Your Body: Pay attention to how your body feels during and after workouts. If something doesn't feel right, stop and reassess your form or consult a professional.

Stay Consistent: Consistency is key to seeing results. Stick to your strength training program and make it a regular part of your routine.

Rest and Recovery: Allow your muscles time to recover between sessions to prevent overtraining and reduce the risk of injury.

Fuel Your Body: Eat a balanced diet rich in protein, carbohydrates, and healthy fats to support muscle growth and recovery.

Conclusion

Strength training is a valuable addition to any fitness regimen, offering a multitude of physical and mental benefits. By following this guide and staying committed to your goals, you can build strength, improve your overall health, and enhance your quality of life. Remember, progress takes time, so be patient and enjoy the journey to a stronger, healthier you!

[fitnessfeedhq]

🔥 5 MUST Do Under Booty & Butt Lift Glutes Exercises You Need To Activate, Isolate & Wake Your Glutes To Start Growing… Discover The Best Workout for a Killer Ass!🔥

[fitnessnirvana]

WHICH MUSCLE GROUPS SHOULD YOU WORK OUT TOGETHER?

Whether you go to the gym once or twice a week or every day, learning how to get the most out of your workouts will help you achieve your goals more efficiently.

When it comes to strength training, knowing how frequently and when to engage particular muscle groups can make a significant difference. Combining various muscle groups in a single workout will help you reach your fitness goals, whether they are strength, hypertrophy, or mobility.

Why should you 'split' your muscle group focus when working out?

If you want to grow a certain muscle, you may be tempted to train it every day, but rest days are essential; skipping them will hurt your performance and progression. Strength training generates small micro-tears in the muscles, which may seem alarming, but when they mend, the muscle fibers grow larger and stronger than before. However, for your body to heal these muscles, it needs rest, thus we recommend waiting at least 24 hours between training the same muscle group.

Exercise each muscle group once a week to maintain your current strength levels. If you want to increase your strength or grow muscle, you should train a muscle at least twice a week. Muscle groups can be taught twice a week by grouping them together, with a 24-hour gap between the two sessions. There are various methods to split your training according to your goals (hypertrophy, strength, or weight loss) and how many days a week you can commit to the gym.

What are the key muscle groups?

The human body contains around 600 muscles, and what appears to be a single muscle is sometimes made up of many muscles. For example, the hamstrings are a collection of three distinct muscles! When it comes to exercising, the main muscle groups include:

Chest

Shoulders

Arms

Back

Abdominals

Legs and glutes

These can be further subdivided; for example, the arms comprise the triceps, biceps, and forearms, whilst the legs contain the quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves. If you're a beginner or intermediate lifter, focusing on more general regions is a good place to start. As you gain more experience, you may discover that breaking these down further can aid with growth.

How to split your muscle groups when working out:

There is no single optimum technique to arrange your muscles for training, and what works for one person may not work for another. Some factors to consider while deciding on a muscle split are:

What are you hoping to achieve from your workout sessions? Your optimum workout split will differ depending on whether you want to create bigger legs and glutes or a broad back and shoulders. And both of these will appear differently to someone working to better their athletic or sporting performance!

How many sessions can you realistically commit to eat week? If you can only exercise a couple times a week, full-body workouts allow you to train each muscle group 1-2 times each week. However, if you go to the gym every day, practicing full-body workouts will not provide enough recovery time between sessions. As a general rule, the more days you train, the more exact you may make your groupings.

Do you have any injuries or restrictions? If you have an injury, you may need to rest some muscle groups while they heal.

[disciplinedselfrya]

31st of July: Abs and Glutes Workout

I really enjoyed today's session! I warmed up on my own and used a 10-minute booty pilates video for glute activation. I continued with a 10-minute abs workout, followed by some weighted glutes exercises (video linked below) and an 8-minute cool-down. I usually struggle when I work on my abs (because of low pain tolerance), but today I managed to complete the whole workout!!! Abs workout - 0, Rya - 1

Have fun with your daily session! Keep going! 💪

Pilates workout: 10 MIN PILATES BUTT LIFT | Round Booty | No Equipment, No Repeat (youtube.com)

Abs workout: Weighted Ab Workout | I lost so much belly fat from this! (youtube.com)

Glutes dumbbell workout: 20 MIN DUMBBELL GLUTE WORKOUT | Booty Lift | Grow your Booty (youtube.com)

Cool-down: Cooldown & Stretch Routine - Recovery & Relaxation (youtube.com)

[cyberkttyy]

Getting my life together.

''Today is the day I'm going to get my shit together.''

This phrase is always shortly lived when spoken. The reason for that is that I make this promise to myself with the goal of changing my whole life overnight and sticking to that routine. Of course that is a very unrealistic expectation that I'm setting myself. I can't turn my whole life around overnight, which is why that when I didn't manage to stick to my insane new routine instantly, I gave up.

However, I can gradually make small subtle changes. That is why I'm telling myself that I'm getting my shit together starting today, and for real this time. All those failed attempts weren't for nothing. They were to teach me that the only way to change is slowly, to build new routines as the day comes. To only set one goal at a time.

Right now, I have decided to set a fitness goal. I'm going to grow my glutes, and this time around I already have a bit of a head start on it. I've found a way to incorporate a workout into my day so that if I skip a gym day, I can get in a little bit of a workout in still. And that is what is most important when creating a new routine. To find a way to make up for the times that you missed a day in your routine.

My OCD has always been a huge factor in me abolishing my routines the moment I missed a day. It isn't a routine if I skipped a day, is it? I've been battling this for a long time, but that's how I found a loophole in my routine system. It is to not create a routine at all. I know, sounds weird, doesn't it?

The thing is, in the past I never enjoyed exercising, but now I do. It has become a fun activity that I don't dread doing. I enjoy it very much, and I can do it from the comfort of my own home while spending time with my boyfriend, or while listening to an album I always meant to listen to. Listening to a podcast, learning a language, watching a YouTube video, listening to an audio book, etc. It's so easy to be productive WHILE I'm exercising, and that alone helps me to incorporate movement into my daily life.

I've seen real time progress. I've lost around 40kg...and that all happened while I wasn't even trying. When I didn't even try to lose weight. I've managed to maintain that weight while losing a bit more over the past year. And that's why I know that progress can be made, as I have made progress myself.

This time around, I really am getting my shit together because it has already become a part of my daily life.