Ultimate Muscle Fantasy?

[MuscleMesmerize]

There are all sorts of threads about fantasies but I kind of wanted to survey the top/favorite fantasies people have.

For example, I know one of the guy's I've worked with loves this one based on a story, about a guy that becomes more and more muscular as he jacks off - but also more and more mindless, until he's left a mindless muscle slave.

What are your top erotic fantasies?

[lunarmusc]

Love the idea about them getting more dumb. I just like the guy to act clueless about what's going on as they're getting bigger, but really be controlling the situation. Love a 400 pound bodybuilding in control but acting like its nothing. And of course they grow as they fuck.

[schwermarko]

My ultimate muscle fantasy is an extension of my reality-- just really optimistic. As in, if everything I wanted to happen happened for the next few decades- optimistic.

I continue to drive on in the gym. I keep making more extreme choices than the people around me, and in turn surround myself with more and more hardcore and extreme people.

I keep bulking, when others get winded and uncomfortable and cut back.

Science keeps improving, we get better PED's, and more advanced orthopedic surgery, and more advanced supplements.

I get huge, but my idea of what huge is grows faster than I do.

I make every sacrifice that needs to be made to grow bigger, more time in the gym, more stomach stretching meals, more drugs, less mobility. I ultimately have to retire from powerlifting as I am simply too thick to perform the lifts. At this point I would be far too big to compete as a body builder, as I am far to immobile to perform all the compulsory poses.

The freedom from the demands of competition then frees me to focus on my true passion, my perpetually increasing mass, and tightening skin. My gym is slowly converted into a one man freak show, where throngs of people line up to watch me waddle around, pushing massive weights, between each set I would stuff myself with food, and then waddle over to the railing, flex as best as possible, and permit the curious to touch me.

Each morning I would be weighed in on a freight scale, and get hosed and brushed down, during which time I would daydream about what the future had in store for me. "Will i pop?" "Will I become completely immobile?" and most importantly, "How will I keep getting bigger?"