Candice and Kevin 2

After hours of lifting and fucking, I need to eat. I put on a XXL t-shirt buts it barely fits, stretched over my toaster sized pecs, football sized biceps, and massive traps and delts. I pull on a pair of sweatpants but my muscular thighs, thicker than most men’s waists, and my bowling-ball sized glutes, have them stretched out like tights. They are so tight you can see the outline of my cock. It’s obscene, but I’ve outgrown everything else, and I need to wear something when I go out.

I’m at the supermarket filling my cart with meat, and everyone is staring at me because I'm such a freak. Their reactions kind of turn me on. I have to be careful. If I get too horny, my cock might rip through my sweats.

I get to the check out and the woman who is supposed to be bagging my groceries cannot stop staring at my massive arms and chest. I playfully flex for her, but my sleeve rips, unable to contain my massive bicep. Her jaw drops, and I can see a mix of arousal and disgust on her face. It makes me horny. My cock twitches, popping a stitch in the fabric of my sweats. I have to finish this transaction quickly and get out of there.

On my drive home, I’m so horny thinking about that encounter that my cock just wont stop inflating. More stitches tear as I grunt, trying to hold back, but I can't. I’m too horned up by my own ridiculous muscle, and by the reactions of the normies. I stop trying to hold back and my cock instantly responds, tearing right through my sweats. I moan and stroke it, keeping one hand on the wheel as I drive.

My pecs start flexing almost involuntarily, and they tear my t-shirt right down the middle. Hearing it rip, shredded by my massive pecs, thinking about how massive and striated they are, I blow my load right then, moaning and blasting cum all over the ceiling of the car.