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Theo Leguerrier

Just look at the size of this fucker in front of you. You've never seen anyone with this much developed mass in real life. You'd swear you were looking at a photo morph if he wasn't standing there in front of you. Is this even real life? Where is he? Where are you?...

Judging by his sparse attire and complexion you reason that he's getting tanned up before heading onstage. This is all so weird, but it's a fantasy come to life for a muscle fetishist like yourself. You feel so strange, but at home at the same time due to your vast voyeuristic appreciation of the sport. Even so, there's never been anyone like him.

His traps almost completely envelop his head flowing down to juicy wide lats, in turn, propping his superhuman arms up high. From forearm to forearm you reason that he is as wide as he is tall. Perched above his delts rise up and explode outward adding width to his profile along with his most impressive feature... his glutes. They were simply massive. Flexed like they were, the striated muscle looking powerful enough to pulverize anything that comes between them.

Holding this specimen on peak musculature development up were the largest pair of beach ball quads you had ever seen. They looked so impractical, spreading his stance wide while pushed together as closely as possible, but also so undeniably hot. There's more muscle in just one of them than a normal man's body.

Of course, the only thing left to ogle are his razor sharp calves, but as you move your gaze down, you notice your view is blocked by two comparatively tanned mounds. Odd, what could those be? You think to yourself. For the first time you go to move your head to scan across the room you're in to make sense of the obstacle. You immediately notice how much stiffer your movements are, only able to move your head a few inches to either side. To your sides, the mounds taper off before other ones flanking them rise up, their resolve outside of the limited range of motion and vision you have.

You recenter and ponder... what could this be? They almost look flesh-like, kinda like... no, it couldn't be, pecs?... Your pecs? You flex your chest, expecting nothing to happen. However, the mounds permanently in your field of vision spring into life, hardening and pulling tight, their muscle fibers exploding with power and definition. Your heart skips a beat, that or it's the first time you've even noticed your heart this whole time. Quickly, a feeling of electricity washes over you as you suddenly become aware of the freakish mass you yourself contain. Despite being unable to see it yourself, you can feel your cobblestone core and wing-like lats. Your arms and quads taking a similar wide stance due to their mass, and to cap it off your own perky muscle ass just waiting to be worshiped. You don't know how you know it, but you're sure you have at least 100lbs on this guy. The thought of you looking even more freaky than him sending your mind reeling.

"Alright gentleman, this way for your final coat," a woman with a clipboard announces, breaking you of your thought. The man in front of you slowly begins waddling forward. His mass in motion a sight to see. Quads thunderously rolling around each other while his mighty glutes tighten and relax in relation. His lats twist and stretch while using his upper body to counterbalance his mighty legs. A few steps in, you realize it's your turn to move. Making note of his movements, you replicate them the best you can knowing your body can't move like it used to. After a tentative step, you're in motion, the symphony of muscles dancing as you move intoxicating you immediately. You still don't know where you are or how you got here, but you were born ready for this next huge chapter of your life.

You read that right, results from just one session with yours truly. My client walked in mere hours ago with nigh a muscle showing through on his thin frame nor a single bit of muscle growing knowledge in his brain. Now he'll be waddling out not just looking like he's spent his lifetime in the gym, but training, posing, eating, and thinking as a growth obsessed bodybuilder thanks to some no-so-subtle mind control. In fact, he's decided to extend his package to a full week after seeing today's results, just think of what he's going to look like in another six days.

Theo Leguerrier

Theo Leguerrier.

Theo Leguerrier

Fuck, is there anything hotter than the back of a fully anabolic Male?!

He looks half Man, half mutant, as if some horrifying creature is about to explode through his back. This Man has much power and strength his skin is now struggling to maintain it.

Thank you Theo, thank you for showing us exactly how a Man’s back is supposed to look.

Hey there I was wondering if you could help me out. I always been too lazy and shy, I was wondering if you could help me be the confidant, driven, hardworking been in and outside of work, cocky man I’ve always wanted to be.

Shy and lazy? I feel that on such a personal level...

Luckily for you, I have just the trick. Go ahead and close your eyes, and we'll transport you somewhere...

You open up your eyes and are shocked at first to find yourself in the middle of a gym locker room, with a handful of naked musclemen standing around you. Their muscles glisten underneath the bright fluorescents of the locker room, making their musculature pop even more noticeably.

Before you can ask what's happening, you finally feel the immense weight on your entire body. You look down at yourself and hold back a loud gasp at the sheer expanse of muscle that you now possess.

Your body is now massive, looking like it should belong to a competitive bodybuilder. Everything about you was huge. Your arms were so large that they hung akimbo at your side, your biceps resting atop flaring lats. Your pecs were so heavy and cumbersome, feeling enormous and swole as they protruded far out in front of you. To act as a counterbalance, your glutes had expanded to a large degree, looking more like you were smuggling two soccer balls in your pants.

Your inspection was interrupted when you began to realize that the rest of the musclemen in the room were still staring at you, a hungry gaze int heir eyes.

On instinct, you felt yourself start to flex.

Without a thought on your side, you flexed your massive biceps, making the large muscle curl up with power, ellicitng cheers from the other men. You bounced your huge muscletits, letting the large mounds bounce up and down, jiggling with every movement.

You stayed there in the locker room, showing off your muscles for every guy who would look, a cocky smirk on your face the entire time. And you loved every second of it!

Theo LeGuerrier

Alex walked into the CrossFit gym, the familiar scent of chalk and sweat hanging in the air. The rhythmic sound of weights clanging against the floor set the backdrop for what he knew would be a challenging encounter. Theo, the French bodybuilder, was already in the middle of his workout, his muscular frame glistening under the gym lights as he powered through a set of heavy squats. Theo was known not just for his impressive physique but also for his relentless competitive spirit.

As Alex approached, Theo caught sight of him, a grin spreading across his face. "Ah, Alex! I heard a lot about you," Theo said in his thick French accent, standing tall and wiping the sweat from his brow. "I have been waiting for this. Let’s see if you can keep up with me, oui?"

Alex smiled back, appreciating Theo's confidence. "I’m always up for a challenge," he replied, his voice calm but carrying an underlying intensity.

They began with a test of strength, each taking turns at the bench press, increasing the weight with each set. Theo’s muscles bulged with every lift, veins popping along his arms as he gritted his teeth and pushed the barbell upward. He was powerful, and it was clear that he had dedicated countless hours to sculpting his body into the peak of physical perfection.

After several rounds, it was clear neither would back down, so Theo suggested something more dynamic—a workout circuit that combined strength, agility, and endurance. They moved through the gym, performing tire flips, box jumps, and rope climbs. Theo’s experience in CrossFit was evident; he moved with a precision and speed that belied his bulky frame. But Alex matched him stride for stride, his martial arts training giving him an edge in balance and coordination.

As they moved into the final phase—a grueling round of weighted burpees—Theo began to falter. His breaths came in heavy gasps, and despite his determination, fatigue was setting in. Alex, still composed, seized the opportunity to challenge Theo directly.

“Let’s take this to the mat,” Alex suggested, nodding toward the large wrestling area in the center of the gym.

Theo, ever the competitor, couldn’t resist. "D'accord, let's see what you've got!" he replied, stepping onto the mat and flexing his muscles in a show of bravado.

The two squared off, circling each other like predators sizing up their prey. Theo lunged first, attempting to use his brute strength to overpower Alex. But Alex was quicker, sidestepping and using Theo’s momentum against him. He delivered a quick jab to Theo’s side, causing the bodybuilder to grunt and double over slightly, caught off guard by Alex’s speed.

“Nice try,” Alex said, maintaining his focus.

Theo, undeterred, responded with a powerful shove, trying to force Alex off balance. But Alex planted his feet firmly, absorbing the impact before countering with a series of well-placed strikes to Theo’s muscular torso. Each punch landed with precision, targeting Theo’s core. Theo staggered but remained on his feet, the sheer willpower keeping him going.

In a final show of strength, Theo ripped off his shirt, revealing his thick, hairy chest. He flexed his muscles, roaring in defiance. "I am not done yet!" he declared, charging at Alex with all his remaining energy.

Alex ducked under Theo’s wild swing, getting behind him and locking him in a chokehold. Theo struggled, his massive arms trying to pry Alex off, but he was weakening. Alex tightened his grip, feeling Theo’s resistance start to fade.

"Not bad, Theo," Alex whispered into his ear, respecting the fight the Frenchman had put up. “But it’s over.”

With one last effort, Theo tried to break free, but his strength was spent. His body went limp in Alex’s arms, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. Alex gently lowered him to the mat, ensuring he was comfortable before stepping back.

Theo lay there, his broad chest heaving, his powerful legs splayed out on the mat. His feet, which had carried him through countless CrossFit challenges, were still now, the fight in him finally gone. Alex looked down at him, impressed by the physique and endurance Theo had shown.

After a moment, Theo opened his eyes and looked up at Alex. “You are... incroyable,” he said between breaths, a smile forming on his lips despite the defeat.

Alex extended a hand, helping Theo back to his feet. “You too, Theo. That was one hell of a workout.”

Theo chuckled, wincing slightly as he rubbed his sore abs. “Maybe next time, I’ll win,” he said, though there was no malice in his voice—only mutual respect.

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It’s a sun-soaked afternoon at the beach, the rhythmic sound of waves setting a relaxed atmosphere. Theo, enjoying a break from his intense training, sits on a lounge chair, sipping coffee and soaking in the sun. As he glances around, his eyes land on a familiar figure—Alex, standing by the shoreline. A wave of excitement and nervous energy surges through Theo, remembering their last encounter.

Unable to resist, Theo gets up and strides barefoot across the warm sand toward Alex. His competitive nature kicks in, and he decides to challenge Alex once more, though this time, something more personal is at stake.

“Alex!” Theo calls out, his thick French accent evident. “How about a rematch? If I make you tap out, you owe me a drink.”

Alex turns to face him, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Sure, but what if I win?”

Theo’s heart races a little faster, but he hides his nerves behind a confident grin. “You can decide,” he replies, trying to keep his voice steady, though the thought of losing makes him anxious—not because of the fight, but because he doesn’t want to miss his chance with Alex.

They move to a quieter spot, the sand soft beneath their feet. As they begin circling each other, Theo can’t help but admire Alex’s calm composure. He tries to focus, but a small part of him is worried that if he loses, Alex might not want to see him again.

Theo lunges first, his muscular frame a blur of motion. Alex dodges and counters with a powerful punch to Theo’s abs. Theo grunts, flexing his thick core to absorb the blow, but the impact sends a jolt through him. Alex keeps on punching his thick six-pack, making Theo grunt louder and louder. The last couple of punches even send a shock so strong through Theo's body that he doubles over and is lifted off the ground a bit. His sandy, bronzed feet are barely able to stay connected to the ground. He loves the way Alex’s strength tests his endurance, and has no problems punching through his perfect abs, but he can’t let himself be distracted. He needs to win.

Theo presses on, throwing a series of rapid strikes. Alex blocks and weaves, each movement precise and fluid. With a swift maneuver, Alex catches Theo off guard, landing a heavy punch to his chest. Theo stumbles back, breathing hard, but he refuses to give in. The fear of losing more than just the fight drives him to push harder.

They continue to exchange blows, the sand shifting under their feet as they move. Theo’s muscles strain with effort, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Despite his best efforts, he feels himself weakening. Alex is relentless, each punch landing with calculated force, testing Theo’s limits.

Finally, Alex sees his opening. With a swift move, he takes Theo down, locking his legs under his arm and pinning him face-down in the sand. Alex sits on Theo’s back, keeping him firmly in place. Theo struggles, his competitive spirit refusing to let him submit easily, but his strength is fading fast.

Alex flexes his biceps, tightening the grip on Theo's feet. Alex applies pressure to the arches of Theo's feet. Theo squirms.

Realizing he’s been bested, Theo’s heart sinks. He taps out, signaling his defeat, but as Alex holds him down a moment longer, Theo can’t shake the fear that this loss might cost him more than just a drink.

But then, Alex leans down, his breath warm against Theo’s ear. “How about instead of a drink, we make it a date?”

Theo’s eyes widen in surprise, his earlier fears melting away. He turns his head to look at Alex, a smile spreading across his face despite his exhaustion. “I’d like that,” he says softly, relief and excitement flooding through him.

Alex releases him, and they both get to their feet, brushing off the sand. Theo is still catching his breath, but his heart feels light. The fight may have been intense, but the outcome was better than he could have hoped for.

After their initial encounter at the gym, where Alex and Theo faced off in a friendly but intense match, they found themselves drawn to each other, not just as competitors but as individuals who respected each other's strengths and personalities.

Theo, always striving for perfection, often found himself feeling insecure about whether he was good enough—not just in terms of his physical abilities, but also as a person. Despite his confident exterior, he worried that his competitive nature might push people away. Alex, on the other hand, admired Theo's dedication and the way he pushed himself to be the best, even if it sometimes made him overly critical of himself.

Over the following months, their friendship deepened. They would meet regularly, not just for workouts, but to hang out, talk about life, and enjoy each other's company. Alex appreciated how Theo could be both intense and light-hearted, depending on the situation, and Theo loved how Alex always managed to bring out the best in him without judgment.

One day, Theo decided to surprise Alex with something he had been working on—his bodybuilding routine. He knew Alex admired physical prowess, and he wanted to show him what he had been perfecting. As Theo began his routine, showcasing his well-defined muscles, his strong physique, and the precise control he had over his body, Alex watched in genuine admiration.

Alex was particularly impressed by Theo's abs, noting how every muscle was sculpted with precision. He also couldn't help but notice how well-groomed Theo was, right down to his feet, which were strong and perfectly cared for—a testament to Theo's attention to detail in all aspects of his life.

Despite his usual confidence, Theo felt a wave of nervousness as he performed. He worried that Alex might not be as impressed as he hoped. But as he finished, Alex’s reaction dispelled all his fears. Alex smiled warmly, clapping and telling Theo just how incredible the routine was. He appreciated the effort and dedication it took to achieve such a level of perfection.

Their relationship grew even closer after that day. They continued to push each other, sometimes engaging in friendly wrestling matches that always ended in laughter and mutual respect. Alex liked the feeling of competition, knowing that it brought out the best in both of them. Theo, too, found comfort in knowing that Alex accepted him fully, competitive spirit and all.

One evening, dressed sharply and holding a glass of wine, Theo finally mustered up the courage to ask Alex a question that had been on his mind for a while. He had groomed himself meticulously, wearing a stylish outfit that complemented his physique. As he stood before Alex, he asked, with a mix of confidence and vulnerability, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Alex, who had grown to admire and care deeply for Theo, smiled and agreed, happy to take their relationship to the next level. They knew that their bond, built on respect, admiration, and a shared passion for self-improvement, would only grow stronger from there.

Look at yourself. Can you believe how massive you've become?

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