#overbulk

[aimuscle]

What if I keep bulking an extra month?

Wow! Now I want to keep bulking forever!

[biglabeouf]

Who doesn’t love some comparison pics?😉 can’t believe I thought I was overbulked at 195. Now I’m coming up on 260😳 trying on some old clothes on Patreon in a bit

[bigwishes]

If I could force tf you (if you are still accepting them) I think Id make you a nice big overbulked muscle giant. Huge arms and legs, a massive chest and muscle gut with a slight layer of fat over everything. Always got a protein shake in one hand and a donut in the other. This is also me asking you if you had to pick a body of a weighted bodybuilder to transform into (not lean but a guy who definitly bulked for two maybe three seasons in a row) and it HAD to be a weighted bodybuilder what are you picking?

Well if I HAD to go threw a muscle growth and weight gain transformation at the very least hope it'd come out like this.

still mainly muscle but that little bit of weight on top.

Waddling around only able to fit in tight underwear. Flexing in the mirror after drinking 3 shakes only to belch as I try to do a vacuum pose. Feeling huge, swollen and heavy non stop, probably get stuck in a door or two.

[ohblackdiamond]

various influences on my silly fanfics

gnosticism is probably the ultimate drive of most of my fics. you know, besides the need to write a bunch of smut.

tennessee williams --particularly "cat on a hot tin roof" as the perma-adolescence and perma-self-pitying brick has consigned himself to parallels that of aging rockstars pretty accurately. williams' reliance on implication rather than statement, motivated though it was by the times, is also something i've pulled from.

mr. skeffington --end scene was a pivotal inspiration for "back to the garden." "mr. skeffington has come home."

whatever happened to baby jane? --next to last scene, particularly for my paul/peter stuff. ~*~you mean, all this time, we could've been friends?~*~

utena --the black rose saga and apocalypse arc in particular. in the black rose saga, the duelists end up in what amounts to an inverted/twisted therapy session/confessional where they reveal their true motivations. shiori's was a big influence on "little t&a" ("what i did with him made me feel even more pathetic than before" and the "it's no use, it's just no use") and various other fics to one degree or another. juri's constant holding of shiori at arm's length, while shiori tries any means at all to get back at her/force juri's attention on her, is pretty intriguing. the entire utena series is a mess but it's fascinating, with its theme of cyclical hurt.

evangelion --hurt people hurt people, news at 5. this series is still dear to me (and was once very dear to my wallet), and i hold a peculiar fondness for the maligned rebuild movie series, as in it (not the largest theme of the series), asuka and shinji effectively move past each other; asuka ostensibly "grows up," but can't let go. the eventual bridging of the gaps between them was influential.

solaris --more on how our limited, surface understanding of even the people most important to us has a pretty grave impact, all on a weird sci-fi backdrop. i'm not giving this one the introspective review it deserves, but it's more than worth the watch.

la strada --anthony quinn doing the same carnival stunt over and over.

requiem for a heavyweight --way past his prime, physically destroyed boxer tries to make a life for himself outside of the ring, and finds out he can't.

rocky --underdog ends up with a shot at the title. ends up with four million sequels, franchised, overbulked, and overproduced. and he keeps going. and he keeps going! and he keeps going! does this remind you of anything? because it should.

performance --i have discussed this one at length but the down-but-not-yet-out rockstar has pretty obvious parallels to kiss.

spinal tap --oh, come on. this scene is a kiss reference.

[wellfedbros]

overbulked jocks 🤤

Think someone swapped my protein shake... It seemed more filling lately...

[aimuscle]

So heavy!

[bishiglomper]

You know they're already fat shaming the nephew

He's been complaining of knee pain and leg pain for a few weeks

His doctor just said he needed to lose weight

He's 10, he's not suffering from his joints having too much pressure on them

He went to a physical therapist; found out since he uses his exercise ball so much his outer leg muscles are overbulked while his inner muscles are underdeveloped

The difference in muscle strength was causing a strain on his kneecaps.

But sure let's blame his diet

[bearificationtransformations]

Martim stared blankly into the mirror. He was in complete shock. He did not recognize the chubby-face brute in the mirror at all. He... didn’t look anything like he had just minutes before. Without a doubt, he now inhabited an utterly enormous man’s body.  Miraculously, improbably, this inexplicable transformation had packed on over 100 new kilos of fat and muscle on his frame.  Martim was now a monstrously large man. How could he explain this to anyone?

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 Earlier that morning Martim had been a skinny guy.  A perpetually skinny guy. Martim had always wanted to build more size, but he had practically resigned himself to the fact that he’d always have a small frame.  The heaviest he’d ever weighed was maybe 64 kilos, and that was when he was trying hardest to bulk. 

 But something came in mail, something he vaguely remembered filling out as part of a “mailing list for free workout supplement samples”  It was a formula, supposedly, for mass gainer. “Ultimate mass” it was called. Martim wasn’t an idiot, so he rolled his eyes a bit at the brightly emblazoned claims that it would cause “Massive gains” , “insane size and strength gains”, and “provide skinny men with the opportunity to bulk up huge”. It did seem to come with a disclaimer that as a weight gainer it would promote both muscle and fat gain. Even more outlandishly, it even claimed that the supplement could increase height. 

 Martim was not convinced of any of that, but he decided to work it in to a morning routine. After all, even though he felt destined to remain shrimpy, he could at least do his best to have *some* muscle.  In reality Marti looked pretty good, even if a little skinny, the man sported an athletic defined physique and had enough muscle to be proud of. 

 But he always wanted to be bigger. He was unhappy about his height, his weight. How this marketing firm that found him and sent him supplements so targeted was something of a mystery. 

 So that morning Martim worked the supplement, which was surprisingly a rather small amount of liquid, rather than a protein powder, into his protein shake. Ignoring the instructions he just poured the whole container in. 

 It wasn’t until about 30 minutes later that Martim realized something was off. His shirt was tight. His pants felt uncomfortable.  Martim, still getting his day started at home, had not even yet put on his shoes to get to work.  He looked down and saw his chest sticking out further than usual... and instead of a flat stomach, his stomach had the start of a curve to it.  Martim stared at disbelief. 

He felt flushed, warm. Some kind of allergic reaction he reasoned. His body was starting to change, it was gradually beginning to inflate beneath his eyes. 

It was relatively rapid. Martim went from skinny gym goer to bulky gym goer in mere moments, packing on 10 kilos, then another 10... and then another. His ballooning physique was growing at a pace he would have never believed possible. It felt like it was some kind of dream, or a hallucination. He was getting meatier, fat and muscle was packing onto his frame and it was really starting to add up. His belly had rounded out and was pushing out dramatically. His arms were widening and thickening, his stance changed as his now meaty thighs push his legs further apart. His back and shoulders dramatically widened. Martim had to quickly strip off his shirt and pants to relieve the mounting pressure. 

 Martim stood there naked in his living room, morning light shining through his windows, watching in disbelief as his body just grew and grew. His arms, chest and belly were blowing up larger with each semi-panicked breath, with each anxiously passing minute.  Even his hands and feet were growing. Martim rapidly went from thick gym goer to overbulked lifter and then bigger still. He wasn’t aware of it, but his torso wasn’t just thickening up, it was growing slightly longer. Martim’s perspective shifted slightly as his height climbed from a modest. His 1.66m height was stretching to 1.68..then to 1.7m, then taller still. Yet this incredible height change was lost to the more dramatic transformation- Martim was turning into a huge, hulking, overfed bear of a man.  His face changed, growing chubbier, rounder, just like the rest of his body. Amongst all the radical changes  he hadn’t even noticed that his beard had grown out and thickened up. 

 He was growing heavy. He could feel it. He was getting so wide. his limbs were so packed full of fat and muscle. He looked down at his huge barrel chest.  Everything seemed off, seemed foreign to him. Even his perspective of his apartment looked diferent. From his now 1.78 m height things looked just a little... different. 

 Then, after all the panic, Martim slowly sauntered towards the bathroom, convinced that his body had finally stopped expanding. There he stood and stared in shock. He was immense. All 180 kilos of him.  He had blown up so big he didn’t even recognize himself. 

[stepfordgoth]

When men have way overbulked trap muscles and then they flex them. They look like those fucking lizards and it scares me. You know what I'm talking about? Bro are you awake?

Bro?

[dracoisthebae]

Part 4!!! Ah photography analysis

Not that anyone’s asking for it but here’s my thoughts on pairings that photo well together!

1. Team nice dynamite (Michael and Gavin)

This photo is so edgy it could cut me, I even don’t mind that we’re losing both their arms! I’d say it’s hard for Gavin to look serious and I think they really played up to that in this shoot! They knew that he can’t really do serious so they got him these shorts and this over shirt so that he could play with them, he rolled the shorts up and he kept the overshirt open and allowed this spikey bracelet to come through which mirrors michaels watch perfectly! Michaels hand is tenced so it’s ready to fight! This shoot has real ties to their gta personas. I’d say Michael is more into the posing than Gavin is, he’s added his own lean into the pose while Gavin is just stood. Gavin kept his legs open which works well with the short shorts! They mirrored michaels glasses with having Gavin wear glasses for this shoot and that works well as well! This photo feels like two buddies who want to show how edgy they are but one isn’t edgy at all and the other really is.

2. Ryan, Trevor, Alfredo

This photoshoot. All of this shoot is brilliant! I’m a big fan of Gels and this shoot used them wonderfully! So we have the edge lighting which is a red colour, we have the spotlight on them which seems to be a cooler yellow which does slightly make them seem sickly but it still works well because of the warm red! The three of them mirroring the triangle that is on their shirts! Alfredo and Ryan are hunched down which works well to bring them all to the same level. I think perhaps if Alfredo were pulling less of a happy face this would smooth a bit more as Trevor is pulling a kind of confused face, Ryan is doing his signature smirk, but Alfredo just looks happy to be there. Out of the three of them, Ryan looks the most like a model while the other two are still good at posing but haven’t quite got the face down yet. The choice to have the text running over them was a good one and it doesn’t overbulk the photo! If it were possible to get more edge light on Trevor I think they could have benefited from that but it is a lovely staged photo and it was very well executed!

3. Fiona and Trevor

This is an album cover and you cannot convince me otherwise. Trevor being closer to the camera and Fiona being further works well, good choice on cutting trevors leg out of the shot. Perhaps fionas leg could have been angled a bit more because right now the shape gets a bit confusing. I don’t know what Trevors shoes are but the stripe on them matches the stripe on Fionas vans which is lovely! The overall dark colours but with the orange of fionas hat which compliments her skin really nicely! Every AH photoshoot is well thought out and I’m sure there’s a team behind it and they’re doing their job so well!

Thank you to everyone who’s read all these haha

[aimuscle]

Did I bulk too much?

[fillthattank]

Bro massively overbulked. Got real big muscle gains, but permanently stretched his stomach in the process. It's gotta be about 6 or 7 times the size of your average male's. Makes him look bloated even when it's empty... and takes an insane amount to be full.

Overbulked.

[bearificationtransformations]

Sean’s double dose

Gay, 30 years old, 5’11” and 150 pounds soaking wet. Sean ran, lifted on occasion, but was chronically thin...and he hated it. 

Sean was the exact demographic that the Énorme promotions team was looking for.

Sean had recently submitted some headshots to a gay-owned modelling campaign, hoping to get cast as an extra in a local TV or movie. Not long after his photos were posted up on a extras modelling page, he got a surprising email, seemly out of the blue.

“Sean,

How would you like to get big and get noticed? We are looking for models interested in beefing up for our newest ad campaign. Our product helps thin guys like you bulk up. Let us know if you’re interested 

Sincerely,

the Énorme team”

Somehow this random company had hit on something that Sean had always dreamed about- beefing up.  He loved the idea of getting bigger. Despite years of trying to get into lifting, he had never been able to put on weight. How did they know he was the kind of guy who’d be into a supplement like that?

Sean followed up right away. The campaign was simple, they would be able to use his photos and credit him, and they’d send him the product and pay him $200.00 USD to take photos after the results.

It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was something... and definitely worth checking out. The Énorme contact also said that it if turned out well, they’d pay for a visit to the studio for a professional photo shoot and would provide an additional $500.00 plus any travel expenses paid.

Sounded like a good deal. The company sent him two vials of a “Bear strength” formula. With the instructions to take the first one after a workout and that the second one was an extra dose in case he wanted it.

Odd, very odd. How was this going to make him bigger? The email correspondence promised him rapid results, and that it was totally legal, but he wasn’t fully convinced. It was just a vial of liquid, not a big tub of gainer protein powder or anything like that 

As soon as Énorme had wired him the funds, Sean took the formula.

It didn’t take long for the effects to begin. About an hour after he took the formula, his shirt began to feel tight. His pants too. He examined himself in the mirror to see that his whole frame looked a little wider... thicker. No, it couldn’t be real, it couldn’t work that fast...

Sean stepped on the scale to see if he was just imagining things. 170 pounds. That was a full 20 pounds heavier than normal.  Damn! It was real. He was actually beginning to grow.

Over the course of the next hour, Sean monitored his body closely, examining his arms and shoulders... watching as beef gradually and steadily piled onto his frame. With each passing minute he grew meatier, heavier and broader. 170 soon became 180, then 190. He stripped out of his tight clothes and got a good look of his growing frame. His scruffy beard was starting to lengthen and the patchy chest hair he had seemed to fill in more. Fuck he was getting big!

Sean was in awe of the transformation he was undergoing. It turned him on to see his body fill out, grow heavier, bulkier. Muscle and fat were blowing him up bigger and bigger. Soon he looked like a full blown lineman on a football team. He was getting huge. 

Sean loved it, he loved how big he was getting. His belly was rounding out, his chest was getting massive and hairier, his arms were thick and powerful. He really was starting to look like a bear of a man. He looked down and didn’t recognize anything about his body. He felt so... bulky.

After nearly two hours of steady growth Sean surveyed his new frame. He had put on a total of 140 pounds onto his body, nearly doubling in size. 300 beefy, bearish pounds. Thick, powerful arms and shoulders, big meaty pecs. He took a photo to show off his new size. Fuck, this was incredible. His dick felt so heavy and fat in his hands. He had already doubled in size.

He’d have to show this to the Énorme team. He was bigger than he had ever dreamed of being. His face had filled out, as he had packed on a good amount of fat as well. His hands explored the thick new belly he sported. 

Sean was so turned on that he could hardly stand it. He stroked his dick as he felt up his new form. It was real. He was huge. Rock hard he eyed the second vial of formula still on his desk. He was so turned on, all he could think about was keeping the growth going. He could get truly huge, truly enormous. Freakishly big. 

Sean, in his testosterone and growth induced haze, couldn’t stop thinking about how big a second dose of this miracle formula would make him. All he wanted was more. More growth, more muscle, more belly, and more dick.

The growth never really stopped. It had slowed down, but when he threw back the second dose of the formula, the wave of growth just reignited, surging through every part of him. Suddenly he was flushed and hot again. Fuck, the formula was hitting him hard now. He was so fucking turned on. He jerked off as he grew, steadily blowing up bigger and bigger. He came all over himself in one massive load, all over his belly.

Sean cleaned up the mess and then snapped another shot as he grew somewhere north of 350 pounds. He wasn’t sure, as now all he was getting was an ERR message on his scale. He put his hand on his round belly. He looked like a strongman. Fuck, he felt so massive. He loved this. He looked so hot like this. So huge.

Sean was hard again, and still growing. Truth was, he was slightly scared of how big he was getting. His whole body felt like a tank. A hulking frame that now caused the floorboards to groan. He wouldn’t admit that to himself though. All he wanted to do was keep feeling up his body as he expanded, blowing up in the biggest most bearish fucker he’d ever seen. While he was oblivious to the fact that his height had gone up several inches already, he did note that his perspective seemed... a little higher up. 

Sean was immense. Huge didn’t even cut it anymore. No, he was immense. Had he a working scale, Sean would have discovered he was now tipping the scale at over 450 pounds, and still growing. He sent went to take some more photos to show off this new mass, this brutal, overblown size that he now posessed.  This blimped up, hyper beefy body. He set the camera on his desk with a timed shot. He climbed onto his bed which now creaked loudly in protest. His huge round bear belly now hanging down and brushing against the sheets. He lumbered his enormous bulk around, feeling himself grow even thicker still. Goddamn, he was still getting bigger

Fuck he was huge. He saw the photo and it turned him on even more. A giant gorilla of a man. 

He groaned as another wave of growth hit him. Ever inch of him swelling even larger. Sean was now teetering at almost 600 pounds of overgrown beef. Everything about him was huge now. Everything about him was gigantic. His bed groaned loudly in protest. Nothing he owned was built for the man his size. Hell, nothing in the world was built for a man his size. 

Sean’s growth slowed down eventually, leaving him freakishly overbulked.  His hypersized body felt powerful, but slow. Every motion felt so deliberate. No clothes would fit him at this new size. He had to squeeze through doorways now. He was four times as big as he had been before the formula. He didn’t realize it, but he was now six foot five and hovering around 630 pounds. Even a silverback gorilla didn’t hold a candle to him now.  

And he loved it. 

[malehealthremedies-blog]

20 Signs You've Gone Overbulk

Were you riding the gains-train but forgot to get off? Back away slowly from the plate, bro or bro-ette. You've gone overbulk! 20 Signs You've Gone Overbulk

[fillthattank]

When the overbulked jock turns up at the party, everyone wants to see how much they can pack inside him