Gym Crush + Story (Patreon)

6pm, the gym was as busy as ever, filled with men of many shapes and sizes, on one hand there were men like Scott, broad shoulders, thick chest hair damp with sweat, arms big enough to strain the fabric on the sleeves of his shirt. On the other hand there were men like Pete, soft and heavy with a low hanging gut that spilled over the waistband of his shorts, chest and arms that carried some muscle but were ultimately buried under many layers of thick fat, both men impossible to miss for very different reasons.

Scott had noticed Pete’s eyes lingering on his body for a while now, by the time he finished his last set the gym was nearly empty, so he racked the bar and walked straight to where Pete was, the big man’s face was red, covered in sweat, belly rising and falling as he struggled through his set, Scott stopped in front of him and waited until Pete looked up.

“Uh… hi, Scott, right?” Pete said, a bit nervous.

“Yeah… You’ve been staring at me a lot for a while now, haven’t you?”

Pete almost dropped the handles, his face going red, “I… Uh... Sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

“I know” Scott’s voice was calm and friendly, he leaned one thick forearm on the frame of the machine, looking down at the big, sweaty mass of the other man, “You’re not exactly subtle about it… I’ve been watching you too… You’re here almost every day” He tilted his head slightly, “Trying hard to lose the weight, huh?”

Pete swallowed, his hand came up and rested on the curve of his gut, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, “Yeah, the scale doesn’t move much, but… I gotta keep trying.”

Scott’s eyes lingered on all that fat and meat on Pete’s body, something flickered behind his calm gaze, but he still kept an easygoing smile, “I respect that,” he said, “It takes a lot of willpower to keep going when you barely see any results, look… I've got a full setup at home, why don’t you come with me tonight handsome? I can show you a technique that will actually help turn all that fat into pure muscle.”

Pete’s heart was hammering hard in his chest, he could barely believe what he was hearing, was the hottest guy in the gym really inviting him over? And it would be just the two of them… Alone, “Y-yeah!” Pete said, his voice a little too eager, “I’d like that a lot.”

Scott’s smile widened just a fraction, “Good, go ahead and finish up, we’ll head out when you’re ready,” Scott then walked away and as he began to get ready to go home, his stomach let out a loud, hungry GRRRLLLLLLRRRG… He groaned quietly, placing a hand on his muscular midsection and whispering reassuringly with a deep voice, “soon…”

Scott’s place was a neat modern loft with a private gym, Pete stood in the middle of the living room, still in his damp gym clothes, the hem of his shirt riding up against the heavy weight of his belly, his eyes kept flicking to Scott as the handsome man locked the door behind them and tossed his keys onto a side table.

“You can leave your bag over there,” Scott said, nodding toward a low table, “Make yourself comfortable, I gotta change.”

Pete nodded, set his bag down, and tried not to stare as Scott peeled his black shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the full expanse of Scott’s torso, huge dense muscles, abs and pecs that looked carved from stone, and a sharp V disappearing into the waistband of his shorts, Scott glanced over his shoulder, caught Pete looking, and didn’t bother to hide the small, knowing smirk, “Your turn,” he said, “Shirt off, i want to see what i’m working with.”

Pete hesitated for a second, he still couldn’t believe his luck, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and clumsily pulled it up over his head, the fabric dragged across the heavy mass of his gut, then cleared it with a soft thwap… as the belly dropped free, settling low and heavy against the waistband of his shorts, a dense chunk of dark hair covered his soft chest and the full roundness of his stomach, his love handles spilling over the sides, he stood there and waited for Scott to talk again.

The muscular man turned fully to face Pete, the friendly gymbro mask was coming down, being replaced with a cold demeanor, the tender eyes that had seemed so approving in the gym now moved over Pete’s body like a butcher sizing up a piece of meat, his expression didn’t change much, but the look on his eyes… something behind it had shifted into a predatory hunger.

“Christ,” Scott said quietly, “You really look like a pig… A big, fat… piece of meat...”

Pete’s heart fluttered, surprised at the direct words from the man who was so kind just a few seconds ago, “I… yeah, i know… That’s why I’ve been trying…”

“Trying,” Scott stepped closer, he reached out and laid one large hand flat against the soft, yielding curve of Pete’s belly, the fat poured around his fingers, he gave it a hard squeeze, making the soft flesh stretch, then released and watched it settle back into place with a slow, heavy jiggle, “Even after months of working out you’re still carrying all this… All this useless flab.”

Pete’s face went red, “I-i can work harder, if you show me…”

“I didn’t bring you here to train you nor to hook up with you, you hog” Scott’s voice dropped lower with a harsh hostile edge, he kept his hand on Pete’s gut, stroking idly across the soft skin, “What? Did you really think i’d ever fuck a fatass like you?”

Pete’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t get a single word out, Scott slid both hands high over the massive curve, then back down to rest heavily on the lowest, heaviest part of the belly,  giving it a firm shake and watching all the fat move in thick waves.

“You’re not a project,” Scott continued, still in that same calm, mean tone, “You’re not a potential fuckbuddy, you’re just a pig… a walking pile of overfed meat that’s been wasting space on that gym for months while staring at something it could never be... all this fat… all this meat… you’re never going to get rid of it... But i will.” GRRRROOOORRRRLLLLB… “I got a better use for all this flab…”

Scott stepped in closer, the hard plane of his bare torso pressed against the soft, yielding mass of Pete’s, the fat man could feel the heat of him, the solid muscle and the vibrations of his hungry stomach, impatient to be filled, GRRRLLLLLLRRRG… One of Scott’s hands came up and grabbed the side of Pete’s thick neck, thumb resting just under the jaw, adjusting his head so that their eyes met.

“I’m going to consume every last pound of this pig meat… All this flab that you’ve been dragging around is going to stretch me out, fill me up, and then you’re going to break down until you’re nothing but sludge pumping through my guts, absorbing into my body and making me FAT… you’re gonna make me bulk up real nice, on my arms, my gut, and my ass… but unlike you, i will turn it all into pure muscle in at least a couple of weeks, of course, it helps that i won’t be carrying all the useless parts of you, those will be flushed down the toilet by the time i’m done with you.”

Pete’s breath caught, his hands had come up against Scott’s hard, hairy chest, trying to push away, but the strength simply wasn’t there, the predator’s grip on his neck stayed steady and firm, “Y-you… you can’t be serious,” Pete whimpered.

Scott smiled, showing his teeth, his stomach letting out another loud BRRROOOUUURRRLLLUUUG… “I’ve never been more serious in my life,” he leaned in, Pete could feel the warm breath against his face and his heavy belly being compressed against the hard muscle of Scott’s abdomen, the predator’s free hand slid around Pete’s back, then lower, gripping a thick handful of soft ass and hauling him closer.

“Chit chat’s over, i need to eat my dinner…” Scott murmured, “Pork’s on the menu tonight.”

Then he opened his mouth… Wide… Wider… his jaw unhinging with a wet, click… his hot breath washed over Pete’s face, carrying the faint scent of protein shakes and the foul stench of something dead, the dark tunnel of Scott’s throat flexing in slow anticipatory ripples, Pete’s eyes went wide with horror.

“Scott! Wait! Don’t!”

Scott didn’t answer, he just leaned forward and took the first real mouthful, Pete’s head slid past those stretched lips in one smooth motion, the heat of Scott’s mouth closed around him instantly, the thick tongue pressing up against his face, teeth scraping lightly as the fit man adjusted, Pete’s muffled scream was instantly muffled by the wet darkness, Scott’s hands clamped hard around the thick mass of Pete’s body, fingers digging deep into the yielding fat, and then… GLUUUULK…

Pete’s head popped past the tight ring of Scott’s throat, bulging immediately, a sudden round swell that pushed out the strong column of Scott’s neck, stretching the skin tight, Scott’s eyes watered for a second as another thick wave of muscle rolled, GLLLK… forcing the head deeper, and making the bulge slide lower, swelling even more as the fat man compressed into the narrow passage.

Scott groaned around the mouthful, the sound vibrating straight through Pete’s trapped head, the pred’s hands slid to grab Pete’s arms, gripping hard and holding them in place as he swallowed again, GUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLP… GUUUULLLLP…

Pete’s shoulders followed, the thick, soft meat of the pig’s upper body folded and compressed as it was forced into the stretching throat, Scott’s neck ballooned outward, the bulge now a long, continuous ridge that ran from under his jaw all the way down toward his collarbone, every swallow made it pulse and shift, the outline of Pete’s body clearly visible as the next powerful ripple dragged him deeper, GUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLP…

Scott’s face was flushed dark, sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down into his beard, his chest heaved, the sheer bulk of the man he was swallowing was more than he had expected, all that fat fought against the narrow passage of his throat, making each swallow a real struggle, ‘Fucking hog… you might take longer to swallow than a regular meal… but i like the challenge,’ Scott thought, growling around the mass, ‘All this meat… will soon fill my belly… stretching me… fattening me… fuck yes…’

He planted his feet strongly, braced, and swallowed again, GUUUUUULLLLLLP… GLLLLLUUUUURRRRRLLLLLP…

Pete’s chest began to disappear, the soft, hair covered pecs compressed into the waiting maw, forced down as Scott’s throat worked frantically, the bulge growing bigger and thicker, stretching  the skin of his neck to its limits, but the biggest, fattest part of his prey’s body was still yet to come, Pete’s muffled cries rose in pitch as the tight walls closed around his ribs, Scott’s hands slid lower, gripping the massive belly, getting ready to pack it all in.

GRULP…GLUPP… GLUUUULK… SCHLRRP…

Scott’s jaw ached from the stretch, he had to work the heavy mass in short sectioned swallows, every gulp made Scott’s neck swell more obscenely, the enormous bulge distorted the entire column of his throat, spit and sweat ran down his chin and his eyes were half lidded with strain, taking all his willpower to get his prey down, ‘C’mon… C’mon…’ Scott thought between swallows, ‘Get… in my fucking… stomach…’

GLUUUULK… SCHLRRP… GLLLK…

The gut finally began to slide smoother, the fat poured into Scott’s mouth in heavy, yielding waves, Scott’s hands kneaded and compressed, forcing the soft flesh past his lips, past his tongue and into the overloaded throat, the bulge on his neck pulsed and expanded grotesquely with every new inch, the outline of Pete’s compressed belly clearly visible as a massive, round swell that moved downward with every slow swallow.

Pete’s legs kicked weakly as his hips sank down past Scott’s lips, the thick thighs were next, rubbing together as Scott’s hands gripped them and shoved, the predator picked up the pace with longer, more relentless swallows, eager to finally fill his stomach with all that pork meat.

GUUUUUULLLLLLP… GUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLP… GUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLP…

Soon enough Pete’s legs and feet vanished into the stretched maw with a wet SCHLURP… Scott stood there for a long moment, heart pounding heavily, he licked Pete’s legs, feeling them struggle weakly, slowly pushing towards the back of his throat, and then…

GLLLUUUG-GLLLLLUUUUURRRRRLLLLLP…

The last of Pete was sent into the predator’s stomach, sliding down the tight passage in a long, continuous bulge that traveled from the base of his throat, down his collarbone and toward his gut, Scott’s hands came up and pressed against the moving ridge, feeling the soft body compress and shift under his own skin, and his stomach begin to fill.

Scott’s midsection ballooned outward, the massive mass of Pete dropped forcefully into the empty stomach and settled with a wet, heavy BLLLLUUUURRRRRRG… Scott’s abs vanished under the rapidly expanding dome, the belly hung low and massive, the shape of the curled up fat man faintly visible as Pete thrashed inside, his muffled shouts and the squishy sound of his limbs fighting against the stomach walls filled the quiet loft.

Scott staggered back a step and crashed down on the couch, lifting both hands to rub the enormous curve, he was panting heavily, feeling his throat slowly return to its regular state, stunned by the sheer weight and size of what he had just forced down into his stomach, his gut swayed with every breath and then began to gurgle, Glllrk… Glllorrrrp… wet, greedy sounds came out as the organ adjusted, getting ready to start digesting the overload of meat and fat.

Then the pressure hit, grrrrrrrooooooooooaaaaaaaaannnnn… A thick, meaty belch built low in Scott’s gut, it rose through the still stretched throat, and tore free in one massive, wet…

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP...

The sound of a deeply satisfied predator, a visible wave rolled across the surface of the huge belly as the air blasted out, Scott’s head tipped back, his eyes fluttering, the relief was so deliciously intense, it was followed by an orgasm that he had been holding back through the entire struggle of getting Pete down.

Scott’s hung cock jerked hard inside his shorts, thick ropes of cum pulsed out in heavy spurts, soaking the black fabric and running down his thighs, he groaned through the last of the belch, one hand clamped on the massive gut, the other struggling to slide down and grip his throbbing length through the wet material, riding the orgasm out, every pulse of pleasure made the overloaded belly tighten and gurgle around its struggling prey.

“Hahhhhh… Hahhh… Fuck… yes… finally” Scott panted, voice raw and thick with satisfaction, he gave the heavy dome a firm, possessive slap, the fat flesh jiggled, Pete’s muffled shout rose in answer, “That’s it… all that meat… right where it belongs... Feel that? That’s my gut starting to work on you... turning you into something actually useful… just settle down and digest for me, like the fat fucking pig meat you are…”

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAP…

Scott licked his lips, still half hard, stroking the enormous curve of his newly filled belly in slow possessive circles, inside, Pete’s struggles continued, his fists thudding against the tight walls, muffled shouts rising and falling, Scott only smiled, sated and content, pressing both palms against his belly and sinking the struggling bulges deeper into the soft, yielding mass, “Scream all you want,” he murmured, “Nobody’s coming, it’s just you… me… and all this flab turning into more of me.”

Scott stayed there for a long time, his belly hung low and heavy, stretched tight as Pete thrashed inside, every movement sent thick, wet glorps rolling through the overloaded organ, slowly turning into deep, liquid GROOOOOORRRLLLS that made the whole belly vibrate.

Muffled, frantic shouts rose from inside the tight walls, punctuated by meaty thuds of fists and knees against the stomach, Scott could feel every impact as a dull, pleasant pressure against his palms, he gave the dome a firm shove and watched the fat flesh jiggle and settle again.

“Still fighting,” he muttered, voice thick with satisfaction, “Good, only makes it more pleasurable… for me.”

HHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

Scott wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and settled further back onto the cushions with a heavy grunt, the belly settled across his lap like a heavy blanket, pinning him in place. Hours passed away… The digestion was slow... stubbornly slow, Pete’s sheer bulk of fat made it more difficult, the acids and enzymes were doing their job, but the dense mass resisted, Scott’s gut churned in long, deep GLORRRSH sounds, followed by bubbling gurgles, he just kept lazily stroking the huge shifting curve.

“Christ, you’re thick,” he said after one particularly long GROOOORRRLL… “All that stubborn fat… my gut’s working overtime just to get started... might take days to break you down properly… days of this heavy, gurgling mass sitting on top of me…”

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

“Fuck… i’m gonna have to work twice as hard once you’re gone, you’re gonna make me so fat…. gonna have to train like a fucking animal to turn all that flab into real muscle, but it’s gonna be worth it, when I’m done, I’ll be a massive, carved beast, bigger than I ever was.”

Pete’s answer was a long, muffled shout and a desperate thrash that made the belly lurch sideways, Scott only smirked and pressed both palms deeper into the yielding mass, feeling the soft body compress under his hands, “That’s it, keep squirming, you’re only making me feel good.”

After another few hours Scott’s patience had thinned, he could barely see or feel any progress, Pete’s movements had grown weaker, but his stomach struggled to break down the massive amount of fat, letting out a long, frustrated GRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAANNNNN… followed by another thick BEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRPCH…

“Alright,” Scott said aloud, “You’re too much flab, even for my stomach… i guess it’s time to help things along, say… why don’t we work out together for a bit?” He pushed himself up carefully, the massive belly swaying and sloshing with the movement, another belch forced its way out as he stood URRRRP… and he walked into his private gym and towards the power rack, each step making his gut bounce heavily against his thighs, Scott racked a heavy barbell, settled himself onto the bench, and carefully lowered it until it rested on top of his enormous gut, the weight of the iron pressed down on Pete, making his weak struggles grow frantic again the moment the pressure hit.

Scott began to press, every rep crushed the struggling shape, GLUUURCH, CRUNCH... CRUNCH… Pete’s muffled cries became more strained as all the fat and muscle compressed under the rhythmic weight, Scott’s belly GROOOOOANED in protest, sending up a chain of deep belches with almost every lift.

GLORRRSH…BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

GLUUURCH…BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

“Feel that?” Scott grunted between reps, voice strained and thick with effort and arousal, “That’s me breaking you down the hard way… you just had to make it difficult, now… i’ll make sure to make this as painful as possible… keep screaming, let me know how much it hurts.”

On the twelfth rep something gave, a loud CRUNCH… followed by a thick, meaty GRRRRLLLLNCH… Pete’s struggles stopped and Scott felt the weight settle low on his gut with delicious heaviness, the predator held the bar there for a long moment, feeling the weight delightfully crush the mass inside, then placed the bar back on the rack with a heavy clang, his belly was still huge, but the shape of Pete was gone, only a heavy uniform mass of meat, sludge and bones remained, his stomach let out a long, pleasurable GROOOOOORRRLL… as the last of the resistance vanished, Scott’s head tipped back, a massive, deeply satisfied belch tore free.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

The enormous triumphant belch made a visible wave roll across the surface of the belly as the air blasted out, Scott’s eyes fluttered, full of relief and dark pleasure, a satisfied predator.

“Theeeeere it is…” he panted, voice deep and raw, “The sound of prey finally dying… so fucking hot… took you long enough, you fat fuck.”

He sat up carefully, the gut shifted and sloshed, softening as his stomach finally kicked into gear, another belch forced its way up…

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKK… HAAACK…

And this time something hard tumbled out of his mouth and landed wetly on the floor, a skull… Scott stared at it for a second, then grinned, “Can’t let anything go to waste.”

He picked the skull up, turned it in his hands and felt the smooth bone under his fingers, he then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole in a single, powerful GLUUUULK… following the bulge down with a finger until it settled in his stomach with a final, solid GLUNK, Scott’s stomach answered with a long, contented BLLLLUUUURRRRRRG… as it began to properly process every chunk of meat and fat.

Digestion smoothed out almost immediately, the sound of long, wet GLOOOORRRSHS… filled the room as the sludge and softened bones began to move deeper into the predator’s body, Scott lay back on the bench, one hand lazily stroking the slowly shifting dome, he could feel it now, the thick, heavy slurry of what had been Pete, pumping lower, stretching his intestines in long pulsating waves, the sensation was intense, every shift of bones and greasy sludge rubbing against sensitive walls, stretching him open from the inside.

Scott’s cock throbbed back to a full erection, he didn’t bother touching it, the internal massage was enough, the slow, relentless movement of the broken down meat through his guts built and built until the climax hit hard, thick ropes of cum pulsed out across his soft, newly padded belly and the bench beneath him as he moaned through it, the overloaded intestines continuing their work the entire time.

“Fuck yes…” he said, voice low and wrecked, “All that sludge moving through me… stretching me out… fuck, it feels so good, turning all your useless flab into more of me… fuck, you’re filling me so much… can’t wait for all the waste to come out the other end…”

He stayed there for a long while afterward, his hands slowly circling the warm, gurgling curve of his belly, listening to the wet, contented sounds of a sated stomach getting to finally break down its meal.

The predator then felt a hard pressure low in his gut, Scott’s eyes fluttered, a deep, filthy groan slipped out of him as the solid shape of Pete’s skull began to force its way into the tight ring of his intestines, the large bone stretched him open with a slow, grinding pressure that made his lower belly bulge outward in a clear, rounded lump, he could feel every contour, the eye sockets, the thick curve of the cranium, all of it rubbing against the sensitive walls as his body worked to push it through.

“Fuuuuck… gonna cum again…” Scott moaned, voice thick with pleasure as other bones followed in a slow, filthy parade, rib fragments, a thick piece of pelvis. The long slide of a femur, it all made his lower abdomen distend even more, the skin tight with the shapes of the moving bones, every pump was accompanied by wet schlucks and glorps, Scott’s cock twitched weakly against his thigh, reaching another orgasm as the internal pressure built, he was lost in the sensation, hips thrusting involuntary, one hand pressing down on the bulging lower belly so he could feel the bones move under his palm.

The predator felt himself growing bigger as the bones continued to be pumped through his guts, it began as a subtle warmth, spreading outward from his core, the thick slurry of digested fat and meat was being converted and packed into new soft mass on the pred’s body, Scott felt his biceps aching as the muscle under the skin thickened and then softened, growing bigger and heavier, the soft new pudge settled into the peaks of his arms, making them look overfilled.

His belly followed, the dome softened further, expanding into a heavy layer of soft fat that padded his abs and hung low between his legs, then came his thighs, the pudge thickening the already powerful muscle until the skin stretched tightly, his glutes swelled next, the cheeks filling out until the fabric of his shorts strained to their limit.

Scott pushed himself up carefully and staggered to the full length mirror on the wall, admiring his new figure, thick arms, a soft, rounded gut, massive, plush thighs and an ass that filled his shorts obscenely, he turned slowly, running both hands over the new curves, flexing and squeezing the new mass, cupping the heavy belly, then reaching back to grip a thick handful of his own ass.

“Look at that,” he murmured, “All that fat… looks a hell of a lot better on me than it ever did on you, still… gotta get back on track now, this pudge is going to turn into pure muscle.”

He stayed there a long time, flexing and squeezing the new mass with absolute pleasure, he felt one last thick coming up…

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRP…

Scott then licked his lips, tasting the last faint traces of meat and bone, “This is going to take a lot of work, but when i’m done i’ll do what you were never able to… be a massive muscle beast, you… you were just a pile of waste…” eventually a pressure low in his gut became insistent, grrrrrrrooooooooooaaaaaaaaannnnn… “Well… at least you’re about to be…” Scott walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and stayed there for a long time.

Weeks later… Scott stood under the bright lights, shirtless, skin gleaming with a light sheen of oil and sweat, the soft pudge was gone, in its place stood a monument of dense, carved muscle.

His arms were enormous, so large that the act of flexing made the muscle swell into a near spherical mass, his pecs heavy and rounded, filled with thick dark hair, which trailed all the way down his midsection, carrying a soft permanent layer of padding over rock hard abs, his legs were tree trunks and when he turned, the massive, rounded glutes filled the tight shorts to the point of obscenity, each cheek a heavy, massive curve of muscle and softness that shifted with every small movement.

He raised one arm and flexed, watching the muscle explode under the skin, then he turned, looked over his shoulder, admiring the dense, heavy mass of his ass and back, “Fuck yeah, now that’s the look of a proper predator,” he said quietly to his own reflection, “That pig made one hell of a heal, and an even better set of gains.”

A slow, satisfied smile curved the predator’s mouth as he resumed his workout.