We moved out to the country to give him some room, but he seems hell-bent on filling whatever space he finds himself in.

Yeah bro, I got my hamstrings so fat they touch my freakin ankles when I bend my knee. Can’t wait to see how much I’m gonna grow on this next cycle.

“Do you think they put something in the coffee…?”

It was kind of hard to fit his father into his graduation pictures, mostly because he was now 3x as wide as his dad, but they turned out alright. Plus he still got to show off all of the mass he had gained while at college.

He had the biggest legs this side of the Mississippi! And probably the other side of the Mississippi, if we're being honest.

The way he'd look as he got out of the ocean, seawater glistening on his tanned muscles, it was enough to make Poseidon blush.God forbid you ever see him on a nude beach, you'd barely be able to take your eyes off of him.

He graduated top of his class in Kinesiology, Summa Cum Laude, He was actually in the running to be Valedictorian, but a final last semester kind of screwed him over. Now, his plans were kind of scattered. He could either go right into med school and work his way to being a physical therapist, or possibly start working as a personal trainer. Of course, there was also the possibility of him getting back into bodybuilding competitions again and try to become the youngest Mr. Olympia like he wanted, or he could always start that Onlyfans he had been talking about...

In any case, he had a lot of options, and one thing he did know was that he was gonna get bigger, no matter what he did. That was guaranteed.

With this new crop of massive college students, there had to be some changes to the dress code for graduation. At first the university was going to still require gowns, even when some students would have to get theirs custom made to be almost 5x as big (some of these were as big as a tent!) and spend hundreds of dollars just to rent them.

Naturally, this caused a lot of outrage, but when rumors started of a plan by a lot of the affected men to go to graduation naked in protest, the University silently changed the policy, letting these large men wear university-sanctioned posers instead of the normal gowns. It made for a very interesting graduation, one with a lot of flexing. Hopefully that would be a trend that continues for years to come.

The casino wasn't exactly well known. It was located on the side of the road somewhere in the Midwest, with the closest town being at least 20 miles away. It didn't help that the outside looked dingy and worn down, with the sign High Rollers Lounge painted in fading red and white paint. However none of that stopped it from being a fairly well liked place, all because nobody ever won money there at all.

Instead, any winnings at the casino would be instantly converted to pure muscle, adding pounds onto any player that won. It left a lot of the anxiety of gambling by the wayside, as now everyone knew they weren't getting the money back, it was just about what they could gain by gambling it.

Of course, there were still people who lost, spending hundreds of dollars just to only gain a few pounds, but even that had an upside. Nowhere else in the world could you gain a few pounds of pure muscle in one night. It also helped that every new win was a free show for the rest of the casino, and there were a lot to go around. Every few minutes you could hear the grunting of another guy busting out of his clothes after winning a jackpot. That kept people coming back almost as much as the thought of becoming one of those winners did.

He told me that one of the ways he got so big was to eat at this diner every morning for breakfast while he was bulking. Just stuffing himself with as much food as possible every morning. I didn't believe him, but since he decided to make it one of his goals to make me huge, I'd figure out if he was being truthful or not. Just after i figured out how I was supposed to eat this much every day.

Turns out you don't need most of the skiing gear if you're muscles are big enough. He was well-insulated enough, couldn't even feel the cold breeze on his skin.

He’s getting too big for these family gatherings, but he insists on attending, and you just can’t say no to that face.

"And finally tonight, meet a local man whose rare genetic condition means his muscles won't stop growing"

I always wondered why he didn't try to get some sort of record deal, or at least get on the local country station. That guy had local talent on all the time

"Naw, he didn't like any of my songs, said they were 'too vulgar' and 'ungodly'. Guess I need to write about something other than wanting to fuck cute guys."

Even though I check the new releases section of my local record store frequently, I've never really bought a vinyl based on cover alone, but I really couldn't help myself with this one. It looks pretty normal for an album cover, except that the artist on the front looks like he would me more at home on a motivational poster for the gym, or a protein powder bottle. And yes, that is why I bought it in the first place, don't judge.

I can't say I knew what to expect with it, but Songs from the Prairie by Derek Morgan turned out to be a really good folk album. His lyrics are pure poetry, some of the best I've heard in years, and his melodic singing paired with a very stripped down instrumentals makes for a really personal album. I'll admit, I cried a few times hearing his voice quiver with some of the lyrics, a really open look at a man trying to accept himself even when the place he grew up in wouldn't. I honestly can't believe I hadn't heard of him before, with songs like that he's made one of the best folk albums this year. He made a fan out of me with one listen of the album, and I've already been looking out for when he tours anywhere near me. I can't wait to see him in person.

He was irresistible. Every day, right after my workout, I would go into the sauna to see him in nothing but a towel, his pumped muscles, glistening with sweat. He looked massive, almost as if he was growing right before my eyes. And then he'd smile, say "C'mere" and I'd be right in his arms again. This time though? I hoped that he'd let me stay with him, rather than these fleeting encounters.