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Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

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a sluge 😔

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Growing Competition

Victor let out a slight groan as the growth surged through his frame, making him clearly the biggest competitor. God, was he glad he took that deal. Sure, the guy he got that pill from was clearly shady, but there was no way he was winning without it. It didn’t matter that he talked like he had heard some inside joke Victor wasn’t in on, or that he didn’t require any payment. All that mattered was that he was set to lose before he stepped foot on stage, and he needed something to change that.

The competitor right next to him was the frontrunner and had been for weeks leading up to the competition. He could just see the look on Mark's face as they were backstage, a dumb grin as he came over to talk to him. He was perfectly friendly, cracking stupid jokes before they went out on stage, but all it did was make Victor see red. This was obviously some odd display of power,a way to bring Victor off of his game. He was so sure of his win he didn’t even try to be competitive. Everyone knew he was getting the win, and that meant Victor would be pushed out of a spot in the Olympia once again.

Not this time, Victor thought to himself as he flexed. He felt the best he ever had on stage.His body was filled with monstrous mass, easily 100 pounds heavier than Martin with pure muscle. He let out a grunt as he felt a burning in his muscles once again, just like when he took that pill before getting on stage. His biceps surged, pecs reaching his chin and lats flaring out. He didn’t expect it to last this long, and the guy didn’t say a word about multiple growth spurts, but he could  Forget about just qualifying, he could win Mr. Olympia with this physique!

He tried to keep his cool as he kept flexing, but most of his concentration went to his stuffed posers. The shady guy didn’t say shit about his dick growing, but he knew it had to be twice as long and maybe twice as thick. His balls, too, swelled with as much fervor as his muscles, maybe even more as they got to work flooding his system with testosterone. He was just so fucking HORNY. Every part of his mind was lost in thinking about tearing his posers off and stroking his beastly cock for the world. The only thing stopping him was the looming threat of disqualification.

Lost in thought, Victor moved to the next pose, and his hands moved to unsubtly grab at his bulge. It wasn’t even a conscious action for him, he just had to know how big he had gotten. He let out an unintentional moan, and then a warm tingle spread throughout his body again.

Before Victor could even react, he felt his pecs burst out with pure brawn, the already impressive mounds of beef visibly swelling out with new striated mass. He started to panic, it wasn’t supposed to have him keep growing this much! He kept going through the required poses as his thighs pushed away from each other, each gaining dozens of pounds. Fuck, forget thigh gap, he could feel his caves brush against each other. He kept his cool just enough to hit his double biceps pose once again, feeling his bicep press against his fist, and fight his arms and shoulder for space, as his frenzied second growth spurt came to its end:

Yeah. he had this one in the bag.

He was incomparable.There never was, and never would be a man with his kind of mass. Mark looked emaciated against all of Victor’s swollen bulk, each muscle stretching his skin to its limit. Victor’s pecs pressed against his chin, to the point where he could see them in the bottom of his vision without looking down. He could feel the enormity of his body, of just how much muscle there was on him now. He was a freak, a grotesque muscle god so over pumped that onlookers could barely comprehend what they were seeing. 

He let out a moan as he saw the faces of shock in the audience. God, it felt good. He could feel his posers strain with the titanic bulge it contained, but he knew it would hold. And if it didn’t? He could just paint the entire fucking crowd with the amount of cum these balls would produce, and that would be a win in his book anyway. All there was to do now was show off a little more and finally get the recognition he deserved–

Wait.

What was that moan just then? That wasn’t him.

Victor couldn’t turn his head, but still he could see the beginnings of growing spray-tanned muscle out of the corner of his eye. Muscle that wasn’t his. He heard Mark yell out in shock as the same growth that had overtaken Victor earlier now worked on a different man.

That slimy fucking drug dealer! He must’ve had extra pills to give to other guys, and of fucking course he had to give it to his rival! Victor pretended he didn’t notice and hoped that his growth was a fluke. Maybe that second growth spurt was special to him, and maybe that extra moaning he was hearing wasn’t from Mark still growing– aw dammit!

That hope vanished. Victor stayed composed as they were dismissed off stage for the judges to deliberate, but deep down he felt crushed. His one big shot of making it, of making a name for himself, was about to be ripped away.

He tried to figure out how to maneuver all of his new mass off stage. Mark lumbered over to him and gave him the closest approximation of a hug the man could muster. His arms clumsily tried to wrap around the other man, but he was only able to touch Victors lats. It looked more like he was just pressing himself up against Victor, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

“Bro, you’re fucking massive.” Mark said with awe and an obvious lust. 

Victor could see an earnest spark in his eyes, with that same dumb grin on his face that he had backstage. He wasn't lying, Mark really was enamored with his size. In that moment, a thought crossed Victor’s mind: maybe all of that talk backstage wasn’t Mark being cocky. Maybe he was actually trying to be nice.

As Victor looked at Mark’s impossible bulk, his head nestled in-between traps and pecs just like his own, he had another thought: goddamn he was so fucking hot. He had the smallest hints of that feeling as he watched the man pump up backstage, but now it was impossible to ignore, especially when Mark turned around. Those massive glutes might be the only thing that could take Victor’s massive cock. It’d be a perfect fit.

As the two lumbered off stage, Victor had a new goal.  Fuck the competition, he needed to figure out where Mark was staying that night. Pumping a few dozen loads into that perfect muscle ass would be better than any win he could ever get.

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László asks you to take a pic of him. You're drooling but manage to nod. You step backward, but he's still too big to fit in the frame. He's looking at his reflection but notices you're reaction. "Forget about the pic, come closer and touch," he says. What will you do?

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“First cycle complete. How do you feel?” The coach observed his new guy and grinned while taking in the sight. The young man looked massive, but as the two looked into each other eyes, he mumbled: “Give me more!” The coach smiled and got things ready for the next step. “This is only the beginning.”

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"Subject-R26 is looking good. His muscles have grown beyond our expectations for this phase. He outgrew most of the clothes we provided for him, but he insisted on not getting new ones. He seems eager to grow more. We can't wait to see the results after the nine coming phases."

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"What a day! My car broke, my clothes burst, and I'm getting so fucking horny out here. The sun feels so good on my dick. Fuck! I'd love to have someone here to rub it. Maybe the next driver will stop. I'd let him do anything… I'm so horny! Someone, please come pick me up!"

[Morph's full version HERE]

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Some people say he took this bulking too far and used strange methods to gain mass. Some others say he took too many supplements. But look at those pecs, look at those arms, and look at the muscle gut. They criticize his methods, but I say he should keep growing, don't you agree?

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"Someone told me you sneaked growth pills into my drink," Brett said. "I-I didn't think they'd work," the other guy responded, and Brett grinned. "Whatever it was… give me more. And you better be ready for an intense workout. My bulge grew this huge because of you and for you."

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Being massive has its challenges when you work out. No matter how light or heavy the dumbbells are, the real struggle is bending your arms when your muscles are too big to allow it. But who cares about mobility when you're a walking wall of muscle that keeps growing by the day?

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my tiger oc has a name now!

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Purrrrrfect

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Squeeze

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Sometimes you just want to smack some tits.

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Blimp. Pump. Arms.