Levi's Love Muscle

They called him “fuckboy” that first day he signed up for his gym membership. Of course they said it under their breaths, chuckling as he walked away, but Levi and his lifting partner, Taylor, both heard it.

“Looks like you’ll need to work hard to earn respect around here, ‘fuckboy,’ “ Taylor said, giving Levi a shove that knocked him off balance. Taylor, a bodybuilder for years, outweighed Levi by a solid forty pounds--just like the guys who coined his new nickname, he filled out his XL shirts with hard, bulging mass.

Levi just shrugged it all off. “They’re just jealous,” he thought to himself as Taylor loaded heavy plates on the bar and pressed them with ease. “So what? He’s got huge muscles. I could grow huge muscles too, if I worked hard enough.” He knew that, where it counted, he was bigger than all of them--in a way none of them could match.

Taylor started to strip plates off the bar, but Levi stopped him. He hopped down on the bench, stretched his shoulders left and right for a bit, then grabbed the bar, ready to press.

“Bro, that’s 275 pounds,” Taylor warned. “No way you can push that.”

“I want to try it,” Levi said confidently, giving the big bulge in his shorts a jostle. Just the feeling of his big balls bouncing on that bench reassured him that none of these big oafs could question his manhood.

“Dude, do less! Seriously, injuring yourself isn’t going to get you big.”

But Levi would listen. He hoisted the weight up. It was a shock, holding all that, and he felt his joints scream as gravity took over. But he breathed in, let the weight sink to his chest, and pressed it up. He saw stars, he felt his arms shaking, but the weight went up.

One was enough. He slammed it back on the rack and stood up, grinning at Taylor’s shocked face. He stood up and gave his arms a cocky kiss. Sure, they weren’t the big bowling-ball sized biceps that any of the overgrown apes at that gym had, but maybe one day they would?

Pretty fuckboy was going to earn his place in that gym, Levi decided.

*

A month into lifting at Global Gym, the guys behind the desk started calling Levi “himbo” under their breaths. His thin, prettyboy frame had swollen out with a good thirty pounds. While many guys ballooned out with extra fat when they bulked, Levi stayed incredibly lean. As he walked by the mirrors on his way toward the squat rack, he paused to yank up his tank top and take a look at his chiseled abs. He made sure to shift his hips back and forth to make his big bulge sway noticeably as he did so. He had been hoping to catch the attention of some of the women at the gym, but instead he got a stare from one of the no-necked freak bodybuilders, a guy wearing purple spandex who lumbered around, encumbered by all his swollen size.

“Looks like I’m turning all the heads today,” Levi said with a chuckle. Taylor just laughed.

“Yeah, that’s just Randall,” he said. “He’s been bodybuilding for years, but he’s also a pretty thirsty gay guy. He’s been checking me out forever.”

He gave Levi a shove, but Levi braced and flexed and withstood the blow. “Not anymore he’s not,” he said, tossing Randall a cocky glance and giving him a wink. The thick man bristled at the return attention and ran a thick hand over his shaved head before turning away.

Levi yawned through his first few sets of squats until Taylor threaded three plates on each side of the olympic bar. Levi cracked his neck and stepped up to the weight.

“You’re not seriously going to try to squat this, are you?” Taylor said, holding up both hands to push Levi away.

Levi feigned a swipe at Taylor’s balls, then stepped under the bar and lifted. He took two unsteady steps backward, hearing his spine crack, then let the weight push him down. He groaned and pressed up, knees wobbling. His vision greyed out on the edges as breath hissed through his teeth, but he finished pressing the weight and pushed it back on the rack.

He walked like a newborn fawn for a few steps, then hit a double biceps pose--much more impressive thanks to the weight he’d packed on his arms in the previous two months--and had a seat as Taylor stared at him in amazement.

“You’re a freak,” Taylor said, shaking his head.

“Whatever I put my mind to, I can do,” Levi said, bouncing his eyebrows.

Later, in the locker room, Levi looked around to make sure he was alone. Taylor had already left and the gym was mostly empty. He propped up his phone and stripped down to his boxer briefs. With a glance to the mirror at his left, he quickly took stock of his physique--once wirey, now filled out with nice, hard muscles. He bounced his round shoulders and pranced back and forth a bit, excited to see his legs bulging with more muscle than he’d ever dreamt of. Sure, he was nothing compared to all those other mega-freaks, or even Taylor--but none of those guys had the big hose jostling around in front that he did!

As he stood over his recording phone, he bent over, flexed his frame, and grabbed his big bulge. “Himbo,” he said with a chuckle. None of those bodybuilders had the looks, or the cock, that he did.

Suddenly the door behind him popped open. He didn’t even flinch; he had nothing to hide. Why wouldn’t a guy as good-looking and well-hung as he was share all that with the world? That big no-neck caveman lumbered by, rolling his eyes.

“You jealous?” Levi asked, grabbing his cock to give the big roid-freak a treat.

Randall, nearly too wide with muscle to fit through the door (and far too jacked to put his arms down comfortably) just shrugged his massive traps. “What, of your cock? Who gives a fuck. Big cocks get slapped on little twerps like you all the time. Not like you worked for it.”

Levi smiled as he looked at the little bulge in Randall’s spandex. “Must piss you off, getting so huge only to make your little cock look smaller.”

Randall rolled his eyes again. “Look, I don’t give a fuck about my little cock. Only about getting huge. ANd you, buddy, have a talent. You’re getting massive very quickly. That’s not typical.”

“These balls just pumping out testosterone, probably,” Levi said, turning back to the still recording camera. He gave it a tap, turning it off.

Randall pulled a small bottle out of his bag. “This stuff isn’t for everyone,” he said, handing the ampoule of purple liquid to Levi. “But give it a try. Just half a CC a week.”

“I don’t need roids,” Levi said, pushing the bottle away.

“Not roids,” Randall said. “It’s a genetic derivative that works only for people who are gifted, like you. Give it a shot. First bottle is free.”

Randall walked away, leaving the bottle in Levi’s hands. But the “himbo” didn’t toss it in the garbage, despite his impulse to do so. He put it in his pocket and walked away.

*

The guys behind the desk--Steve and Robbie, Levi learned after they decided to introduce themselves to him--started calling him, “Flex,” but they said this right to his face, in place of his name. At first he thought it was a reference to the fact that he was regularly caught recording his flexing sessions in the restroom, but Taylor told him it was the name of some Welsh bodybuilder who had the same kind of thick muscle bellies. Levi cared as little about what they called him now as he did back when his nicknames were insults.

Randall gave Levi a head nod as they passed by. Levi winked at the bodybuilder, all the while assessing the older bodybuilder’s physique. Randall was an inch shorter than Levi but as big as a fridge, wide and thick.

“Look at you! You came here hoping to get the attention of the ladies but it’s the dudes who really love you!” Taylor said, attempting to give Levi a shove--but he flexed his arm and pushed back, and Taylor bounced right off him.

“More weight,” Levi barked at Taylor from the deadlift platform as he looked down at the loaded bar. He knew he could lift it, easily, and it seemed like a waste of his time.

“That’s what I was going to say,” Taylor said, slapping a 45-pound plate on each side of the bar.

“More,” Levi growled. He glanced in the mirror. His body was swollen with muscle now, much bigger than Taylor’s, although he hadn’t reached Randall’s level of massiveness… yet.

“You serious? Bro, this is serious weight,” Taylor said, scratching his head.

Levi turned away. “I can easily get about six other dudes in this gym to come lift with me,” he said in his deep, husky voice. And he could, too. As he blew up with size, more and more serious athletes started going out of their way to say hello to him. He had one thing these other weightlifting freaks didn’t: charisma. He walked with an attitude, owned his size without seeming threatened by guys bigger than he was; all because he knew he was bigger where it counts.

The threat to drop his lifting partner got Taylor moving. He put more weight on the bar. Levi crouched down, grabbed the bar, let out a roar, and stood as if it were weightless. The weights made the room shake when they came back down, but he stood again, fixed only on the reflection of his pretty face in the mirror, then set it back down again. He did six solid reps before releasing the weight, which hit the ground hard and bounced. Taylor had to jump out of its way.

“Still pretty,” Levi said to the mirror in the locker room afterward. His face was jockier, more angular--the cut of his jaw more clean, his cheekbones even more defined, his cheeks shrink-wrapped to his skull--but he was still a remarkably beautiful man. The massive, constantly growing physique made an incredibly contrast to his dazzling visage; he had the face of an angel and the body of an absolute monster.

“Time to start wearing compression tights,” Randall said, boldly giving Levi’s ass a smack as he walked by. Levi leaned into the contact, more than happy to let Randall appreciate his body. It seemed like Randall was one of the few people who actually knew how. As Levi grew, he began to realize that only a powerfully, hard-built man could appreciate someone who went through what he had to become what he was.

“Hell yeah,” Levi said, dropping his shorts, giving the bulge in his boxers a shake for his bodybuilding buddy.

“Is it me…” Randall said, his eyes going down to Levi’s boxers-ensconced manhood, “...or are your legs getting so big that your junk looks smaller?”

Levi scoffed at the assertion, but one look in the mirror shook his confidence. Randall was right: his junk did look smaller. It was like he had always said: these muscle guys can’t build up THAT muscle, no matter how they worked. As Levi got bigger, his junk would always look proportionally smaller. He checked the mirror again--that was all wasn’t it? Bigger legs make his dick look smaller? He would have to check with his hands later, although even they had gotten much thicker, making a fair comparison difficult.

“Still bigger than you, old man!” Levi said, strutting up to the bald bodybuilder with his usual cocky swagger (made slightly more clumsy thanks to all that extra size). The two men stood there, inches from each other, until Randall bridged the gap, pressing his chest against Levi’s. They stood there, pec-to-pec, with Levi luxuriating in the heat pouring off Randall’s muscular body.

Randall shocked Levi by flexing his hips, moving his little walnut-sized spandex-clad bulge until it bumped against Levi’s huge underwear bulge. Levi’s brain almost broke from the feeling of Randall’s massive pecs making his own feel small by comparison, combined with Randall’s teeny-weenie little crotch bump dwarfed by his own cock.

“Looking good, buddy,” Randall said, backing away. Levi’s body unclenched; he had suspected Randall might kiss him, and he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t have kissed back. “Looking VERY good.”

“I could use some more of that stuff,” Levi said, surprised to feel his cheeks turning red.

“You got it,” Randall said. “Consider this a reward for this beastly new size you’re putting on,” he said, tossing another purple amp toward Levi.

*

Steve and Robbie started calling him the Hulk, even getting Levi a tank-top with the moniker printed on the front and the Global Gym logo on the back. Levi smirked at the gift, struggling to pull it on his 300 pound form. “Little bit of a tight fit,” he groaned. With Steve and Robbie pulling on each side, they just barely managed to pull it down over his thick midsection. But when big Levi relaxed, his distended musclegut bowed out, causing it to tear up the sides. His swollen lats, expanding like wings on either side of his massive back, did the same.

Levi chuckled as Robbie’s face fell. “I wanted to get a pic of you wearing the logo, but…” He sighed, reluctantly putting his phone away.

“Gotta be bigger than that,” Levi rumbled. He flexed again, causing the tank top to split into disparate tatters, and let them fall around him. “Try 5XL next time,” he said.

Taylor was doing lunges with his new lifting partner, some little prettyboy. “Hey big man!” Taylor said, annoyingly eager.

“Sup,” Levi said, fist-bumping Tayor so hard the smaller man--easily half Levi’s size now--tumbled backwards, landing on his ass. Levi didn’t even break his stride.

As Levi watched, the body-hugging spandex tights he wore bulged and rippled as he waddled on his massive legs. A couple of smaller men--”bodybuilders” by average folks standards, but smaller than Randall--paused their mirror-fixated dumbbell curls to lean in to each other, pointing at Levi as he lumbered by.

“Damn, he’s massive but look what roids did to his dick!” one of them whispered.

“Little fucking nub,” the other one whispered back. Randall gave a glance up at the big man to see if he’d heard. Levi had, of course, and when he was smaller--about fifty pounds ago--he would have gone over there to bully them into apologizing. Now, he had a new tactic.

Levi stopped at the leg press. Randall shook his head. “Remember, big guy? Last time, we couldn’t even load this thing up enough to get a warm-up set.”

Levi’s face remained solemn as he grabbed 45-pound steel plates like they were made of plastic and slapped them on the outside of the machine. “We’re doing leg press,” he rumbled. By this point Randall knew not to talk back when Levi set his mind to something.

After he’d loaded as many plates on either side as he could, Levi pointed at the two bodybuilders who’d mocked his little dick. The ground shook a bit as he stomped toward them. Watching their jaws dropping in slow motion as the big freak approached was almost as satisfying as what Levi had planned for them.

“Leg press is too fucking light,” Levi said. “I need you two to hop on top.”

The two bodybuilders looked at each other. Normally the puffed-up men stomped around like they were “large and in charge” but in the presence of Levi, most “big guys” immediately felt small. The lucky ones learned their place sooner than later.

“But we’re not…”

“Bring your dumbbells,” Levi said. The two men, and their 45 and 50 pound dumbbells (respectively) followed the massive man back to the leg press. Randall’s impatient glour started to warm as Levi grabbed each of them men and hoisted them up on the leg press.

“Don’t fall off,” he ordered. “I’m not interested in a drop set.”

Randall grinned as Levi forcefully unracked the weights, pressing the 12 plates-per-side, plus the two men and their dumbbells, the way most men would if the machine were unloaded. The two bodybuilders on top looked terrified as Levi blasted through 30, 40, 50 reps… with no signs of stopping.

Levi hadn’t counted a single rep. He was beyond that. He went to failure, every set. Numbers keep guys small, he used to grunt. But Randall always counted.

“107 reps,” he said as a sweaty Levi climbed off the leg press. Levi just shrugged his big shoulders.

“Fuck. I hate ending on an odd number. I wish you hadn’t told me.” He turned around to the two bodybuilders, still hugging the machine, waiting for instructions.

“Get the fuck off,” Levi said. “You guys are really demotivating me. I hate looking at little guys when I’m trying to focus on being huge.” They scurried away, no doubt regretting having commented on Levi’s small package.

Levi turned to the mirror and hit a few poses. Randall smiled when he heard the pop and tear of Levi’s tights finally succumbing to his pumped muscles. “Big guy? I think you’re ready,” he said, escorting his giant to the locker room while Levi just meditated on the idea of getting bigger, more massive, bigger than any human ever.

The three men finishing up in the locker room immediately hurried out when Levi and Randall came in. They knew better than to hang around when the monster was there.

“Turn on the camera,” Levi said. This was where he filmed, he knew. This is where he showed off his hugeness to his fans. Randall did as he was told and Levi hit some poses, each flex causing more and more of his already ruptured tights to tear. Randall reached down and tore the fabric away.

Underneath, as always, Levi wore his pink posing trunks. They were no more material than an eyepatch, his tiny nub and little nuggets tucked inside. The mindblowing expanse of his quads made the little pouch look even smaller. Levi smiled as he watched Randall, revolving around him with Levi’s live streaming phone, came to the front. Levi was so proud of his little dick. He reached down to give it a wiggle, but his massive muscle made it impossible, so he just wiggled his hips. The thimble of flesh barely moved.

“Yeah, big man, they fucking love it,” Randall said. “Now we’re going to take things to the next level, of course. If you’re ready.”

Levi didn’t understand what he meant. He didn’t care. “I’m fucking ready.” He hit his poses, knowing his body was far too massive to show up all at once in frame in the video. He presented his biceps, bounced his pecs, all the time knowing that his “fans” had never seen anything so massive.

Randall propped the camera on the sink, then disappeared behind him. Levi was far too swollen to turn to see what he was doing back there. When Randall returned, he approached Levi with a loaded syringe in one hand and Randall’s phone in the other. Randall presented the phone, showing Levi a video. Some small pretty guy, playing with a stuffed jockstrap on camera.

“Do you recognize him? That’s you,” Randall said. “That big dick… you were so proud of it. I don’t even think you noticed as it shrank away. You replaced your love of it with the love of your size.” Randall searched Levi’s face, but the monster just sneered.

“He’s puny,” Levi barked. “Pisses me off. What’s the point of big balls if your body is still tiny?”

Randall brushed Levi’s little nub with one hand. The monster shuddered. “This last shot is going to blow you up to unimaginable dimensions, but your cock’s going away. For good. Are you ready for it?”

Levi gritted his teeth. “Fucking stick me!” he ordered. Who cares about a cock? Levi thought. You can’t make a cock bigger. You can’t blow it up the way you can muscles.

Levi didn’t even feel the needle go in, but when the warmth swept across his skin, his jaw dropped open. He could actually feel his muscle fibers multiplying. He heard the stretching sound as his body started to expand. He gasped as the room seemed to shrink around him, but in reality he was growing. His height topped out at 6’7” tall, his weight somewhere around 500. He was the hugest man who’d ever lived--he knew it. He could feel it in the massive heart pounding in his chest.

With a soft POP, the little posing trunks went flat. The straps were straining to reach around his huge form, but the pouch was no empty. Randall reached down and patted the soft slip of fabric, lifting it up, making sure the camera could see.

Levi couldn’t speak at that moment, but he felt like he was being rewired down to his core. All the sensations of his crotch, all the sensitive nerve endings finding new homes elsewhere. Suddenly, just the feeling of flexing his muscles felt like he was stroking his manhood.

Manhood… the word seemed silly now. Why was that a euphemism for “penis” and not for his entire being? Levi was now a quivering mass of muscle, in every sense the absolute essence of pure manhood. What was even the point of a cock anyway?

Randall smacked one of the monster’s gargantuan glutes and the massive muscle flexed and dropped, quivering. Levi let out a soft moan as he realized that the space between his glutes… ached for attention. Deeper down, he had a need. He was shaking. He needed it so badly he didn’t know how to express it. He looked at Randall, pleading with his eyes. His handler seemed to know exactly what to do.

He produced a rubber egg the size of a cantaloupe and told the big man to lean over. Levi grabbed the sink, which creaked under his weight, threatening to snap right off the wall. Randall slathered the massive black device with gobs of lube before lubing up Levi’s glutes as well.

“Gonna have to relax these beastly things,” Randall cooed as he blowed gently on Levi’s tightly puckered hole. The huge muscles on either side squeezed together reflexively, but Randall just massaged Levi’s hamstrings. The massive hulk sucked in air, releasing it in short, ragged breaths as the incredible glute muscles finally relaxed enough to let the black egg slide in. When it was entirely within the big beast, Levi’s mouth went open, his eyes wide.

He was experiencing an incredible sensation, both the feeling of being absolutely stuffed full as well as brand new, hypersensitive nerves suddenly roaring to life as his redesigned system finally made his ass his primary sexual organ.

Randall tapped a button on a remote and the egg started to vibrate. Levi slapped his hands down, smashing the sink right out of the wall. He fell down on all fours, braying and snarling like a beast in heat… which was, essentially, what he was now. Randall wiped the streaming tears from his big man’s face and massaged his traps as Levi tried not to drown in the deluge of brand new sensations.

“You can’t ever cum,” Randall said, wiping away another from Levi’s blocky face. “You’ll always be acheing with need. But I’ll make sure you’re happy.”