(M/M, extreme/rapid wg, hyper fat/muscle, immobility)
There's this new gym that opened up recently that people have been going crazy about, called the "Broken Chain". They certainly present themselves differently than anywhere else I've seen... with promotional material featuring some weird guy with red skin and freakishly huge muscles, and the promise that you'll "never feel small again".
... I'd be lying if I said it didn't work on me, though. Plus, after being pretty athletic during school, and after a longer than anticipated break after graduating, I figured it was about time I finally start getting back into shape.
I walked inside, and at the counter I paid for a membership and one of their in-house protein shakes that I'd heard so many people raving about. And maybe it was some kind of placebo, but I didn't feel any reason to disagree. After one sip I immediately felt energized, and ready for some gains.
I spent a good few hours on various machines, doing leg presses, bench presses, using the bikes, a little bit of everything. Right away I noticed something that I'd never seen before, which was that the capacity of these machines went way higher than anything I'd ever seen before. I imagine most people aren't leg pressing a thousand pounds, let alone ten thousand... I guess they really wanted to sell this place as being unlike anywhere else. At least they were all very adjustable for while I'm working my way up.
Right around the time I decided I was ready to leave, I felt... the ground beginning to shake. I thought maybe someone had dropped something heavy, but when I turned to look around, instead I saw... the guy from the advertisements.
No wonder the pictures I saw looked so convincing... he looked exactly the same in person. Although it was a little hard to get a sense of scale from a picture – now that he was standing in front of me, over a foot taller than me, I could really take everything in.
He was gigantic in ways I never knew were possible. His face was hidden behind a metal helmet, with some slits for eyes and horns sticking out from either side, which was hidden behind his huge chest. His arms and legs were thicker than my entire body, his pecs bulged out and stretched his tank top so thin I could almost see through it, and his crotch could barely be contained by his skin-tight shorts. His balls were about the size of my head, and his dick was longer than my forearm, soft. I could only imagine what it would be like hard... I couldn't–
"Hey," he said, snapping me back to reality. "Never seen you before. You like it here?"
"I, uh... yeah," I stuttered, trying to regain my composure.
"Cool. You got big goals for yourself?"
"I... don't know. I guess, maybe I'll stop once I feel like I'm big enough," I said, having changed my mind after seeing how big he was.
"I like that answer. Trust me..." he said, pausing and flexing his arms for emphasis... "No one knows gains better than I do." I really hope he didn't notice the raging erection in between my legs. "You look like you've already put in enough work for today, but you'll be back again tomorrow, yeah?"
"Y– yeah... I will."
I grabbed all my stuff and left as quickly as I could, and as soon as I was back home I tore away my clothes and started jerking off... I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Even just seeing the pictures of him turned me on, but seeing him in person may have permanently altered my brain. It wasn't just a fantasy anymore... he stood right in front of me, I could have reached out and touched him. It seemed impossible for any man to be so massive, but now it didn't seem so impossible anymore.
I cleaned myself up and went to bed a little early, since I wanted to make sure I'd have plenty of time at the gym tomorrow.
When I woke up, I thought I was imagining it, but I already felt bigger than yesterday. I stepped on my scale, and sure enough, I was now 170 pounds, up from 160. It felt too good to be true, but I checked multiple times to make sure. After I had gotten over that, the next thing on my mind was getting bigger.
