#Brad Rowe
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Gifs from that legendary Brad Rowe and Iain Valliere YT video.
Both at peak size and wearing some clothes that show it!
Look at the size of his pecs and gut 😮💨
Plus we get a bonus Brad Rowe booty shake! 🙌
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Shelter (2007)
#shelter#filmgifs#filmtv#moviegifs#movies#film#lgbtq#filmedit#mlm#gay#trevor wright#brad rowe#lgbt#lgbt film
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Brad Rowe 🇺🇸
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Instagram - Brad Rowe
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“Dude! What the fuck was in that thing you gave me?!” Brad Rowe roared into the phone, having to put it on speaker because he could barely flex his arm with the amount of muscle it’d packed on. His biceps had grown so large that they balled up like large bowling balls, preventing him from bending his arms past ninety degrees.
“What do you mean?” his manager asked over the phone, sounding like he was playing dumb.
Brad shook his head in a fury. “What do I mean?” he yelled. “Yesterday, I weighed 235 pounds! Then you gave me that shot, and when I woke up, I weighed 327!”
Brad stared at his warped reflection in the posing mirror in his bedroom. Overnight, the bodybuilder had packed on some serious muscle, nearly one-hundred pounds of it. His pecs were so heavy and cumbersome that it took him nearly an hour just to lean forward to get out of bed. His arms stuck out at such a wide angle and his back had considerably widened so much that he had to go through every doorway sideways. And his thighs had inflated to the point where they were constantly rolling over each other, reducing his walk to a cumbersome waddle.
“Hey, you wanted to be bigger, so I got you stuff that did just that,” his manager defended.
“I didn’t want to be a freak!” Brad screamed, tensing up when he felt his muscles spasm. A ripple of pleasure shot through him, and his cock, which had lengthened to fourteen inches, jutted out in front of him. Without a moment’s warning, he threw his head back and moaned wildly as a torrent of cum shot out of him, covering the mirror in sticky fluid.
He fell back onto his oversized glutes, their immense size and roundness making him roll back and fall onto his back, thus making him stuck like an overturned turtle.
“Fuck!” he panted, his breath labored from his unexpected orgasm. He tried to get up, but his watermelon-sized pecs kept him pinned onto his back. His wide lats made it close to impossible for him to rock side to side to turn over. “Dammit! Man, I need you to come here and help me!”
His manager laughed over the phone. “Yeah, on my way,” he chuckled before hanging up, leaving Brad all alone as an over-muscled giant who was too large to even move.
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[Photo from: twitter.com/viralsmorphs]
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Shelter (2007)
#shelter 2007#filmgifs#filmtv#moviegifs#movies#filmedit#lgbtq#mlm#gay#film#trevor wright#brad rowe#lgbt film#lgbtqia#lgbt#shelter
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Instagram - Brad Rowe
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Bodybuilder Brad Rowe relaxed by the pool, soaking in the sun as he lied back on the chair. He’d been given a fancy room at the hotel where the bodybuilding competition was set to take place, and it included full use of the pool, which the hunk took full advantage of.
Brad had just finished his work out for the day and had thought that relaxing by the water was the perfect way to unwind. The pool area was surprisingly empty, so the muscle man enjoyed the silence and the calming warmth that greeted him. Since he was expected to show off his muscled body the next day, the bodybuilder had brought some sunscreen with him to avoid getting burned.
His new assistant had given it to him. It was supposed to be some fancy sunscreen from Europe or wherever. He couldn’t read the language that was written on the blue bottle, but there was a cartoonish picture of a bear on the front that was flashing a thumb’s up.
The bodybuilder squirted some of the sunscreen into his palms, lathering up his large muscles. It smelt a little bit like musk, making him scrunch up his nose, but his assistant had sworn by it, saying that it would quote: “Change his life”. How sunscreen could do that, Brad had no clue. However, he didn’t want to get any points deducted from the competition over something as stupid as a sunburn, so he continued to smear the smelly substance all over his muscles.
The musky smell settled into the air around Brad, and he even started to get used to it. The muscle man closed his eyes as he relaxed underneath the hot sun, feeling little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In fact, the rest of his body started to feel all the more sweaty and grimy, making him grimace.
There was a slight itching on his chest, and the bodybuilder scratched at it, his eyes springing open at what he felt.
“What the…?” Brad Rowe trailed off as he looked down at his chest, marveling at the sprinkling of dark hairs that were across his bulging pecs. Even before he’d started bodybuilding, Brad wasn’t a hairy man, so the hairs that had somehow spouted out of nowhere was a shock to see. However, it became an even bigger shock when he saw that they were growing at a rapid rate and spreading across the rest of his limbs.
Brad shot out of his seat in disbelief, unable to comprehend how his body hair could just grow out of nowhere like it was now. As soon as he was on his feet, the bodybuilder’s stomach fell as he felt an unfamiliar jiggle.
“What the fuck!” he cried out in shock as he watched as his chiseled abs, from underneath a dense forest of hair, start to disappear. His six pack gradually turned into a four pack, then two, and then finally nothing. Then even that started to bulge outward as his hairy gut inflated. He grabbed at it in shock, noting how he could feel the hard muscle underneath it, letting him know that it was more akin to a roidgut than just fat.
Panicking, Brad Rowe looked around the pool for someone who could potentially help him. The musky scent of the lotion increased, and as the inflating, hairy bodybuilder took a step, he gasped at how heavy his footsteps felt. He saw that the rest of his body was starting to puff out like his growing gut.
His legs packed on more meat, his thighs growing even more closer together to support the weight of his jiggling bubblebutt which rounded and jutted out from his backside. His muscled arms lost definition as a thick layer of fat grew over them, which were covered by thick hair. His pecs inflated some more and rested on the large gut that jutted out in front of him. All the while, that musky stench wafted off of the inflating muscle man in waves.
By the time he was done growing, the muscled man stood in shock, staring at his beefy, hairy body in horror. He had no clue what had just happened to him. He’d been cut and shredded one second, and then the next he had packed on weight like it was an extreme offseason and had grown crazy amounts of body hair. His hairy gut was so big that it even obscured the sight of his speedos, making it look like he wasn’t even wearing anything at the pool.
And the musky smell that wafted off of him was insanely strong, making him scrunch up his nose in disgust.
“There you are, Brad!” his scrawny assistant called out as he ran over to him. “Your manager called and said that we have to do your photoshoot now. So let’s get to your room so you can change.”
Brad Rowe couldn’t believe what was happening. There was no way he could take his competition photos in his inflated, hairy body. He held his larger arms out to show off his new bearish form. “B-but!” he stuttered.
His assistant mock-frowned as he fanned at the air in front of his nose. “Phew!” he teased. “Maybe we should get you in the shower first, Big Guy.”
Brad wanted to argue, to say that something horrible had happened to him, but the second his smaller assistant grabbed him by the hand, he lost his words.
The inflated bodybuilder waddled behind the smaller man as they entered the hotel. Blush formed on his face as he realized that he was parading his new beefy form in just tiny little speedos, the backs of which had wedged between his larger ass cheeks. His hairy gut jutted out in front of him, having a little bounce to it with every movement. Worst was the disgusted and sometimes lustful stares he received from the other men in the hotel lobby as they sniffed the air around him, taking in the overpowering musky smell that stuck to him.
Brad struggled to comprehend what had just happened to him, too freaked out over his new body to read the sign that he and his assistant passed which read: MUSCLEBEAR COMPETITION!
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