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Kristopher lumbers heavily through the gym to find the best light for his latest progress photo. His untenable quads rolling past each other taking extra care to not trip himself up with his globular calves as his hips scream out from over-extension. One leg alone weighing more than a seasoned bodybuilder it's a slow, calculated waddle.
The quest for enough light to adequately show off his massive form ironically leads him to the cardio area where he would never be found otherwise. Being triple, perhaps even quadruple the weight limit of the machines being one reason he skips this portion of the gym, the myth of cardio stifling gains another, while the most relevant reason being that simply existing for him is a cardiovascular workout.
His body is a shining paradox, at once being so full of strength while also being nearly incapacitated. The power of his bulk crippled by space and the sheer energy it takes to keep it alive. It's the product of a severe addiction left unchecked. He's given everything to fuel his growth... time... money... family... independence... humility... and any other feature of a normal life.
Moving past the aisle of stationary bikes, he threatens to topple them over with one of his arms swinging wildly out to keep his fragile balance. Resting high at a perfect 90 degree angle atop his flared overgrown lats locked nearly in place in the crevice between them and his ballooned pecs.
Finding his way to his favorite spot he prepares for the photo to be taken by one of his harem of muscle-obsessed boy toys. They assist him with the day-to-day needs of a musclebound monster. Dressing him in his typical sparse attire of posing trunks as it's surprisingly hard to find clothing that fits around his misshapen body without either being too tight and binding up in his folds of muscle or so big that they're a circus tent mess. They bathe him, feed him, act as spotters when he's moving, and of course service his very respectable rod (at least as it would be considered on a normal man's body).
Carefully maneuvering his biceps out of their temporary prison, just barely hooking them around his pecs, he turns them up readying for a front double bicep. Raising them up, muscle fights against muscle. Delts, traps, and pecs exploding completely encasing his head. His ham-hock forearms almost immediately colliding with his planetary biceps that peak higher than he can reach.
Mustering all his remaining strength he takes a deep breath and sucks in his cinder block abs completing the pose. From the side, his vacuum still over twice as thick as the last Mr. O at rest. His freakish mass would send any rational gym-goers mind reeling, that is if they can even recognize him as a human at a glance. Of all the questions they could think up, why would anyone do this to themselves? how? what is the endgame? there's only one answer and thought that rings true repeating over and over in his head... MORE.
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I just can't get enough of Oleh Kryvyi and his hot back side. 😍