Bulking Gains
Added 2023-09-27 22:09:44 +0000 UTCSteve had always been masculine, having pride in his appearance. He boasted thick eyebrows and a furry beard, his chest starting to fill in as well. He wanted to try to figure out a way to emphasize his looks, wanting to exude manliness as much as possible. He decided to start lifting weights, hoping to build a body like a god.
He had gotten the idea from his friends, hearing them bullshit about their workouts. He'd hear them complain about their bulk, having to eat a ton of food to fuel their gains, struggling to get the mass they wanted. Steve thought he had an idea of what to do. It sounded simple: lift heavy, eat a ton, and watch the changes. He was ignorant to what was really involved.
Steve started to lift and pack in calories, blind to how his body was changing. He loved flexing in the mirror, admiring how his size had quickly grown. His physique was meatier, his arms and chest filling his shirts out even more. His gaze missed the belly that had started spilling over his waistband. His lower half had grown thick, his rear large and round. His legs, once slim and toned, had grown into fat trunks to support the stomach hanging from his widened hips.
Steve continued to bulk, ignorant of his state, thinking that any size was good making him bigger and stronger. He never considered how his body looked more and more like a pear, his rear fat pork that jiggled with each step. Without restraint over his diet, he only continued to grow fatter, dumbly flexing in photos that only served to exhibit the new pounds on his waist.
