What's Your Own Personal Muscle Growth Fantasy?

[boricua1]

In reality we all know that it takes time and dedication to become big meatheads. However does anyone have flares of instant muscle growth fantasies? Any they'd like to share?

I know I'll be at home or even at the gym and envision spontaneous, artifical means (pills, machines), or even sexual interaction with thick muscle head to get me or others huge.

Either way the fantasy involves some type of non stop muscle growth. Busting out of clothes, flexing, showing off, revaling in your own growth (grunts, groans, moans, deep voiced phrases that get you pumped, and horny for more muscle.)

How often during the day does one have these fantasies? When you see that guy with thick bulging thighs and they're about to pop out of the shirt they're wearing. I know that if I see a body builder at my gym , I just get these thoughts and visions flying through my head if I was that big right then and there I'd go nuts. Sometimes not stopping there but getting bigger and massively thicker.

The monster muscle scenario as I'd like to call it. Even if you were to say to yourself I'd never get that big but it was forced upon you, the feeling, the power of becoming so big raged with in you that you started welcome it and started developing this lust for muscle.

What's your story?

[nypup2train]

Originally Posted by boricua1

In reality we all know that it takes time and dedication to become big meatheads. However does anyone have flares of instant muscle growth fantasies? Any they'd like to share?

Pfft. "Does anyone have..."? What'n'ell do ya think we're doing here?

Not to claim that I can know that each and every
member here necessarily gets into any particular scene, and has fantasies like you're describing... but I can pretty confidently say that this site wouldn't exist if you were the only one.

Not that it isn't nice to have the issue raised once in a while, anyway. I, for one, occasionally need a reminder that I'm not quite as warped and unusual in my turn-ons as self-consciousness and shyness can conspire to make me imagine I must be. ...Left to my own devices, yaknow.

Thank god for porn. ...And, at the same time: Accursed porn!

How often during the day does one have these fantasies?

How many breaths are there in a night's sleep? How many heartbeats?

Actually, some days I can manage to back-burner my fantasies pretty successfully, and actually interact with Real Life(tm) at a level almost approximating actual investment, with people and events around me actually receiving the bulk of my attention, so's they might even begin to suspect that they matter to me.

...OTHER days, Real Life(tm) just doesn't seem to "do it". I can lose the better part of a whole day indulging my whiney, dissatisfied inner fantasy self(s). Perhaps, the theory goes, those times are just a healthy, escapist way of balancing things out and making Real Life(tm) bearable. (Wishful thinking?)

The monster muscle scenario as I'd like to call it. Even if you were to say to yourself I'd never get that big but it was forced upon you, the feeling, the power of becoming so big raged with in you that you started welcome it and started developing this lust for muscle.

...Yeeeeeeeeeah, I've never actually been able to conceive how that idea works, even in fantasy. I mean, quite literally, my brain can't construct a scenario that leads into a statement like "I didn't want to be [this] huge" .

Even reading those lines in, say, the stories here on the site... I pretty much just interpret it as the product of some deep-seated remaining inhibition, denying one's "true" inner desire to be really huge because of some internalized expectation (relatives, partner, friends who maintain too much muscle is "gross") or the feeling that a claim like that is what society "expects" someone to think, to be a good/normal person. "Oh, I'd like to get fit, bulk up a little... but I don't want to go overboard. I'd never want to be one of those freaks."

Not me. No hesitation, no conditions, no questions about "what's the catch?" -- If somebody came up to me tomorrow and told me they could flip a switch and I'd be a total muscle freak, I'm there. Sign. Me. Up. And don't bother me with the costs, or the downside... whatever it is, I can't imagine I'd care. (Or notice?)

More massive, more freaky, the better! I wouldn't expect I'd even visibly hesitate to "think about" my answer -- hell, I've been thinking about it almost constantly since... well, puberty. Roughly.

What will people say, what will my friends think, yadda...? What's the difference? They'll react however they'll react, if they're supportive/understanding then great, if not then fuck 'em. It's just not about them, in the slightest. I don't remember anyone asking me for my permission before deciding to grow a beard or buy a new wardrobe, recently. And I highly doubt their decision process hinged on what I might think of it. (I certainly hope it wouldn't!)

There's also the time-honored refrain about guys who get too freaky having all sorts of "problems". This, presumably, makes being that huge therefore a Bad Thing(tm).

Yeah, sure, there are problems associated with being seriously massive (the standard list: finding clothing, seating/accomodations in public and while traveling, all the food, the attention, etc, etc...) -- which makes that life pretty much just like anyone else's! Hell, I have problems now, don't you? Sure, being big would create some new ones, but hell it would also solve some of the old ones (and really most would just be the same either way). Still undeterred, I can confidently state that I'd happily trade my current problems for the new collection of problems associated with muscle freakdom.

I've just never been able to figure out who these people are, who enjoy such idyllic, problem-free storybook existences as to claim that they wouldn't want to be too big, because "then" they'd have problems. As if it'd be their very first encounter with a challenge, in life. As if they might, for the first time ever, occasionally find everyday life frustrating or difficult. Horrors!


...As for fantasies triggered by the sight of a big guy, by an encounter with a muscleman out somewhere in life -- I definitely find that, for me, even that sort of thing still depends at least partially on my own mood. Some days, I'll find myself picking up on a this guy in the street here, that actor in a show or movie who's particularly hot in the right way there -- the same guys I know, on other days, I wouldn't give a second thought. ...But on those days when I am "looking" (at least subconsciously), I'll definitely start constructing fantasies of being as big as him. Or being him. Or surpassing him!

Hell, I even talk to the guy I single out as "hottest", when watching porn. ...Like, beyond just standard out-loud "talking dirty", but I'll actually talk directly to him, specifically. As if he can hear me.

...But after all, I *am* still a little off. No denying that.

[nypup2train]

Oh, yes. ...Bringing things round to the fantasy issue again, I found my way just last night to the Thigh Masters, via a link posted in a thread elsewhere here -- and while looking through the "featured" photos I especially noticed this one pic (mirrored via my photobucket account):

http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j1...n/t_pril28.jpg

...It's particularly great for fueling these sort of fantasies, because of the angle. It's rare (for some reason) to find a muscle photo taken from a first-person perspective, and the angle makes it very easy to imagine that it's your muscle in the picture, looking down at your own suddenly-massive legs. Very inspiring!

(Interestingly, on Thigh Masters the image turns out to be a detail from a larger full-body photo -- of Lee Priest, actually -- that's not shot in the first person. Hooray for weird angles and optical illusion, tho, because the detail completely looks as if it was! And, like I said, that turns out to be oddly uncommon once you think about it.

[boricua1]

Okay that pic just got me hard as hell. LOL. Do you find yourself flexing in mirrors when nobody is around... in the bathroom at home, at work, in the gym, or out some where. Pumping yourself up and voicing your most internal aggressive desires of being a thick massive muscled man.

I get these random fantasies that pop in my head , where I have these uncontrolable muscle spurts. I'll be on my way to work , on the bus, thinking to myself ... how would it look if all of sudden i started ripping out of my clothes because my muscles are growing at an exclerated rate... how would i explain it to people watching, would i run to try to finish out the transformation in privacy, or would i get so into the growth that i wouldn't care people noticing.

it would horrify many people but you wonder who it would turn on. lol. then the show off cocky fantasy comes to play , scraps of my shirt on the floor of the bus ... then i start putting on a show like i was part of a body building contest. except keep saying "awww yeah... fuck yeah .. feel this" "sooo fuckin huge!" Then some random guy gets turned on and starts suckin me off.

He's a cute guy with inhibations and finally steps out of the closest as this is going on. the bus driver is horrified pulls the bus over tells us both to leave ... jump off the bus and try to find a place to finish the job. meanwhile i'm still growing and my pants are ripping at the seams. every step i take, is step in ecstacy. every slight and major pain of growth gets me harder and thicker.

... yeah i know ... that's a day in the life my fantasies. there is more ... you know at the gym, at work... turning other guys into thick muscle men.

[ushersdick]

Originally Posted by nypup2train

Oh, yes. ...Bringing things round to the fantasy issue again, I found my way just last night to the Thigh Masters, via a link posted in a thread elsewhere here -- and while looking through the "featured" photos I especially noticed this one pic (mirrored via my photobucket account):

http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j1...n/t_pril28.jpg

...It's particularly great for fueling these sort of fantasies, because of the angle. It's rare (for some reason) to find a muscle photo taken from a first-person perspective, and the angle makes it very easy to imagine that it's your muscle in the picture, looking down at your own suddenly-massive legs. Very inspiring!

(Interestingly, on Thigh Masters the image turns out to be a detail from a larger full-body photo -- of Lee Priest, actually -- that's not shot in the first person. Hooray for weird angles and optical illusion, tho, because the detail completely looks as if it was! And, like I said, that turns out to be oddly uncommon once you think about it.

Damn that photo is hot. Imagine waking ip every morning and looking down at tkoae thighs. I'd have to wank off over that every morning beforee I even get outta bed!

Badicly yeah, depending on my mood, 'the monster' fantasy is mine. Is the thought if how I'd b if I was huge and hairy. Say I'll watch muscle porn or something abdim thinking 'yeah he's hot' but what I really get off is the thought of BEING him, or bigger. If I c a big guyin the street I think 'how hot must that tight top feel, how doesnt he have a hardon' etc. When u wank I think about if I was like the size of donnie Coleman with a huge dock, hairy. If b a monster'. Thats what's hot for me.

[F_R_Eaky]

Almost any 'instant' muscle fantasy is going to be appealing to those of us who 1. want to be freaky muscular, 2. want to look at freaky muscular, or 3. want to touch freaky muscular. The reason being, it creates it then and there. We can picture it 'in the now' so to speak. Don't get me wrong I do every once in a while enjoy a nice over time building muscle story, but those can go on...over time. Not nearly as long as the actual building, of course, but it can go on for plenty of chapters.
But yes in general I prefer the 'instant' muscle growth stories, but I do like them varied via lots and lots of different circumstances. One of my favorites, sucking the muscle (or other attributes) out of a person's clothes after you've put them on.

[achilles]

Originally Posted by ushersdick

Damn that photo is hot. Imagine waking ip every morning and looking down at tkoae thighs. I'd have to wank off over that every morning beforee I even get outta bed!

Damn! Have you been spying on me? I'm already there ;-)

[Big RR]

Already huge here and love my steroids! And into getting bigger, stronger and freakier!

I have a fantasy of having a smaller workout partner who begs me to let him on how I go so massive and so fucking strong....he keeps begging until I give in and share my juice with him. We hit the weights and I look over and see that for some unknown reason he has responded ten fold, a thousand fold lol to the steroids! The have a much different effect on him. He looks in the mirror and cant believe his eyes and neither can I! He drops his weights and yells look at me! Fuck I am huge! I walks over to a loaded weight rack...it must have over 3000lbs on it and he bends to lift it! He is fucking doing arm curls! He yells this isn't enough weight! Throws it through the wall! He then gets this look in his eye...as his massive body approaches me, he says let's see who is stronger and just by poking me in my huge pecs he sends me flying through the wall of the gym...As I lay there in debrie, he comes over and kicks the brick and steel away and hits a most muscular over me! I guess I am pussyboy! You always were the biggest! The strongest! Now who is the strongest bitch?? Grabbing me around the neck he holds me off the floor and flexes what must be a 25" bicep in my face and makes me lick it! Where are the steroids little man? I think I need some more! I said no way! Spotting my gym bag in the corner, he knows that is where the steroids are. He takes an iron beam and bends it around me and then grabs the bag, loads up a syringe and begins shaking and yelling fuck yes! Look at me cock sucker! Of course after he fucks me and makes me suck his cock I respond by getting bigger and stronger! Then we take it to the streets!

I also have always wanted to juice up a boyfriend and make him huge. That is exactly what I did! I ran into a handsome guy I knew from about 20 years ago when I was a tiny guy. I reintroduced myself to him and he could not believe how huge I was! We soon began dating and he asked me to share my secret of getting huge. He weighed 170lbs, is 5'6" and could barely lift 135 on the bench. I agreed to roid him up...with in 5 months I had that boy up to 226lbs at 5'6" 20" guns, fucking huge quads and the biggest lats I had ever seen! Of course I was still bigger and stronger! He was already a hot bottom but being on roids sent his sex drive through the roof and soon his cock was always hard and leaking precum loaded with roids! Just like mine! We fucked 8 times a day and I still had to beat off! He knew to flex for me and talk about how huge and how fucking strong he had gotten and that he was going to beat my ass and take all the steroids while I sat watching and crying lol! I shot loads of cum over his flexing and telling me how he was doing military presses with a semi and then crushing it! I loved to fuck him and then shoot all over his huge lats! To bad he felt he had to share his new body with all the guys in town lol....we are still friends but I don't share anymore and when we broke up he was devistated! He let himself go..short and fat now!

I have always wanted to juice up a guy in his 50's and make him a muscle freak! I think guys in their 50's with huge muscles are so hot! So I am looking for a new boyfriend into muscle and getting huge! And not afraid of roids.

Damn I have to go beat off now lol!

Best,
BigRussell