Saturday, 26 August 2017


"Mikey’s traps erupted before Chuck’s eyes. Everything on the monster’s upper body tightened and expanded in size. All Chuck could see before him was a mass of freaky, flexed muscle. Perfectly sculpted and bronzed. Wrapped in tight, thin skin. Striations appearing and veins erupting in the most unlikely of places.

Mikey’s presence and power seemed to completely engulf Chuck. He could see the lucky beads of sweat glistening on the surface of the muscle. He could feel the heat and adrenaline radiating off Mikey’s body. And all the time an intoxicating aroma filled the air; the powerful, masculine scent of a 300 lbs sweat and tan drenched muscle bull."

Mucky pup posing trunks fucking DRENCHED in tan, sweat, oil and slop (SLURP!)…flirtatious 320 lbs American pro bodybuilders (or are they?!)…The Irresistible Ass Man wiggling, shaking and slapping his enormous sized bottom (imagine Steve Orton’s ass but BIGGER!) for a hypnotised audience (the cheeky bugger)…and one lucky, muscle loving audience member who can’t stop his mind from slipping into fantasies about licking the sweat off of all twenty-four of The Amazing Abs Man’s tummy's all here in part 5 of "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph".

Here are some links to the first four parts in case anyone has missed any...


And thank you to the Anonymous commenter from part 2 who suggested the idea of Mikey's pink posers "getting all mucky from the tan, oil and sweat rubbing off his thighs onto his bulge" (FUCKING HELL!!), which inspired me to make a few changes to this, and the previous chapter!

And with that, before the story continues, I feel like it's a good time to re-acquaint everyone with my "mucky pups" posing trunks post! GOD I LOVE IT!!

Chapter Eight


Mikey Maguire had arrived backstage to find Jackson James Jones and Shaun Slater standing there with awe-stricken expressions, after having just watched the whole of Mikey’s routine from the side of the stage. It had been Shaun, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, who had spoken.

Mikey was on a high like no other. He’d just revealed his secret superpower of being able to transform into a 300 lbs shredded muscle beast to the whole arena during his incredibly animated posing routine. He’d displayed more cockiness on stage than he ever had during any of his flexing sessions in the privacy of his bedroom. Spurred on by the audience reaction, Mikey had completely let go of his inhibitions.

“That was fucking unbelievable, mate,” Jackson James Jones added, in awe. Mikey was feeling so brave that he was almost tempted to take two steps towards the mass monster before him, wrap his arms around and engulf him with his own huge bronzed mass, while pressing his lips against Jackson’s in a passionate and sexually charged kiss. Instead, in an outrageously cocky move, he threw his arms around the back of his head, and cranked down into a quick abs and thighs pose, while scrunching up his face, and letting out a deep, grizzly growl.

“YEAH, MIKEY!” Shaun shouted. All three men were now laughing at his shameless and spontaneous flex out. Mikey couldn’t help it. He just wanted to flex and pose and show off his mass to anyone lucky enough to bear witness. Mikey now knew what he was destined to be; a mass monstrous muscle freak who lived and breathed for being huge and flexing in shiny posers, as a group of spectators looked on in awe and admiration, every one of them battling emotions of awe, admiration, envy, and arousal.

“That routine was fucking bonkers, mate,” Shaun said. “Not to mention your power!” Jackson added. Mikey no longer felt nervous in front of Jackson. After what he’d just experienced, the cheers of the crowd still ringing in his ears, he didn’t think he’d ever feel nervous about anything ever again.

“Thanks, Jackson,” he beamed. “So, you’re like, some sort of human muscle morph?, Jackson asked. Mikey grinned, completely unaware that Jackson had just unknowingly invented Mikey’s superpower name that would be used by many from that day on.

“Yep!” Mikey proudly replied. “Just an ordinary sized average Joe one minute, and then BOOM…a fuck-off huge muscle monster the next.” Shaun and Jackson laughed, clearly loving Mikey’s new found confidence. He’d never described himself in such a way before, and it felt both amazing and incredibly empowering to do so. Mikey knew he sounded cocky, but he didn’t give a fuck. I’m supposed to be cocky, he thought. I’m a fucking BODYBUILDER. And an absolutely MONSTROUS one at that.

The trio of muscle bulls were suddenly interrupted by an announcement. Shaun was being called on stage to perform his posing routine. “Oh shit! I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to follow THAT, but wish me luck, guys,” Shaun said as he held out both of his fists, one each for Mikey and Jackson to bump. Mikey was sure that Shaun Slater was straight, but it didn’t stop him from lusting over him. Shaun was both huge and absolutely fucking gorgeous. In fact, if it weren’t for the absurdly handsome, 320 lbs, All American meat monster stood in front of him, who, amazingly had been flirting with him for the past few hours, Mikey would have probably spent the whole day secretly pining over Shaun Slater.

As Shaun made his way out to the stage, Mikey and Jackson made the schoolboy error of watching him leave. Both fell instantly under the spell of his superpower, and  become momentarily hypnotised by his utterly enormous bottom. Mikey’s own gargantuan sized ass was still proudly on display. He hadn’t retrieved the back of his super shiny pink posing trunks from the crack of his glutes, and had absolutely no intention of doing so any time soon.

“Seriously, bud. You really tore up that stage. Best posing routine I think I’ve ever fucking seen!” Jackson told Mikey, once they were no longer under the trance of Shaun’s bum. “Thanks, Jackson,” Mikey replied. The energy and electricity between the two monstrously sized muscle men as they stood facing each other was incredible. Mikey had never been so attracted to anyone before in his life. He was sure that it would only take a ten second hug with Jackson to cause his dick to explode in his tan stained posing trunks. He wanted so badly to kiss him. To reach out and touch the two slabs of pec meat bulging off his chest, to feel his enormous sized, fully flexed biceps and to reach round and feel those gigantic wing-like lats which made up his back. He wanted to touch and worship every single inch of this magnificent muscle bull’s body, and he wanted his own freak show muscle to be worshipped by Jackson in return.

Mikey had to know. He just had to know exactly who this man was before him. “So…” Mikey, somewhat cautiously, began. “Now you know my power. Do I get to find out yours?” Jackson’s mouth curled into a cheeky, but slightly bashful grin.

“Awww, mate! You are an absolute LEGEND! I mean…WOW!” Mikey and Jackson were suddenly interrupted by Pete Potter, who’d arrived backstage to talk to his friend Mikey. It was the first time Mikey had been disappointed to see Pete. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to interrupt.

But as he thanked his friend, who looked genuinely proud of him, Mikey was overcome with guilt at feeling annoyed by the interruption. He hadn’t known him long, but Pete had become somewhat special to Mikey. And if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t be at this very competition, having just revealed to a theatre full of people what his superpower was, and now stood flirting with one of the biggest bodybuilders on the planet. Or at least a person who had taken over his body with whatever superpower he possessed.

“That opening was just incredible. The audience were fucking lapping it up. How long have you been planning THAT for?” Pete asked. “Erm…about twenty minutes before I did it,” Mikey replied. “It was partly inspired by Jackson here. He asked me what my power was and I just thought ‘fuck it’. I guess I was just sick of hiding my power,” Mikey explained. “Not that I’m exactly gonna walk back into my parents house looking like this,” he added. “But…well…if they happened to find out, would it really be that bad?”

“So is the world gonna get to see this version of Mikey a bit more often then?” Pete asked. “Too fucking right,” Mikey replied. He wasn’t sure how long the feeling would last, but Mikey had no intention of changing back to his ordinary sized self any time soon. He was a 300 lbs shredded to buggery muscle freak with biceps bigger than most blokes head’s and he absolutely fucking loved it.

“Do you think I’d get arrested if I just permanently walked around in my pink posing trunks?” Mikey joked. Jackson and Pete laughed. “With your massive ass hanging out like the way it is now, probably YES,” Pete replied. Mikey beamed. He loved it when Pete commented on his body parts.

“What do you say we give it a go, Mikey?” Jackson cheekily asked. “After the show, you, me and Pete catch the tube to Piccadilly Circus and do a bit of shopping. You and me wearing nothing but trainers and posing trunks?”

Mikey grinned and his eyes widened. He knew Jackson was only joking, but he really, really loved that idea. He was pretty sure Pete would get a kick out of doing it too.

“The posers might need a bit of a clean up first though,” Jackson outrageously added with a devilish smirk. Mikey looked down and was once more reminded of just how mucky his posers had gotten during the show. His greasy bronzed competition tan had gotten all around the bulge and the edges of the pink trunks. Even the right strap had a spot of bronzed tan on it. He dreaded to think what state the back of them were in.

Mikey had no idea why, but the fact his trunks had gotten so messy, and the damp feeling of the sweat soaked material clinging to his dick made him feel even more horny than he already did. He wondered whether he’d be able to get the tan stains out in the wash. And then he realised that he didn’t actually want to.

He then wondered whether the shiny material of the posers still had the unique, and oddly horny smell, that he’d discovered they had on the very day he’d bought them, when he’d gotten them back to his hotel room. Or, in fact, whether the tan, sweat and oil they were now covered in had compromised that smell, or even mixed with it to form some new incredibly hot odour. Mikey suddenly had the urge to run to the nearest bathroom, whip off his damp, mucky pup trunks, bring the shiny pink material to his nose and just take a massive whiff.

“In all seriousness, though,” Jackson continued. “If you guys wanna hang out after the show, I’m not busy.”

And with those words, Mikey’s heart suddenly felt like it had jumped into his throat. He cautiously looked at Pete, who looked completely taken aback by Jackson’s suggestion.

“Yeah!” Pete replied, with a hint of surprise. “I mean, Mikey is staying at mine, so we were just gonna hang out anyway. But you’re welcome to come over too.”

“Awesome!” Jackson replied. The flirtation in his voice was back, and there was a hint of suggestion in the grin he was giving the two men before him.

“So what do you lads like to do for fun?” he asked.

Pete and Mikey exchanged mischievous grins. “Well, I used to help Mikey with his posing. Until I discovered that he didn’t actually need any help. So now I just mostly watch him pose,” Pete said.

“Sounds like fun,” Jackson replied. Mikey’s heart was pounding. Was this really happening? “Do you think you can handle this much muscle, Pete?” Jackson outrageously teased.

Pete smirked and looked from 300 lbs British muscle monster Mikey Maguire to 320 lbs American beef mountain Jackson James Jones. “Fuck yeah!” he excitedly replied.

“One thing though, guys,” Jackson said, with a hint of seriousness. “Would it matter if…” at this point he leaned into Mikey and Pete and lowered his voice, “I wasn’t the real Jackson James Jones?”

Mikey felt like his heart was expanding in his chest. So he wasn’t the real Jackson James Jones after all. Somehow, that knowledge made Mikey feel even more excited.

“Not to me,” Pete said. Both lads were now looking at Mikey for his answer. “Definitely not,” he replied, which made the Jackson impersonator before him beam. “I would kinda like to know what your power is though”, Mikey said with caution. “If you don’t mind telling us of course.”

“I don’t,” Jackson replied. “But I sometimes find it…ruins things,” he mysteriously said, with a slight hint of unexpected sadness. “So I will tell you what my power is. I’ll even show you if you want. But for the moment…” and his mouth suddenly curled into a mischievous grin and he looked Mikey directly in the eyes, before he continued, “can I just be Jackson James Jones?”

As Mikey looked into the gorgeous twinkling eyes of the magnificent muscle bull before him, his heart melted. And in that very moment, he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything, or anyone more.


“And your final pose gentlemen. Most muscular!”

The audience of the bodybuilding show at the Annual Superpower Games erupted in loud, excited cheers as the six very different muscle freaks on stage cranked out the final pose of the very last comparisons round of this year’s show.

“ARRRGGGHH!” “TTSSSSSSS!” “YEEEEARRRGHHS!!” All six posing trunk sporting bodybuilders were squeezing hard and animatedly cranking out their most musculars like their lives depended on it.

On the far left side of the line up, The Human Road Map was hitting his pose with his fists clasped together. His cheeks were puffed out in an exaggerated manner, while a thousand, wiry, freakish veins erupted underneath his paper thin skin and plastered his pecs, delts and biceps. His thick, meaty quads were still as unbelievably vascular as they’d been throughout the show.

Next to him was Shaun, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, hitting his most muscular in a similar style to The Human Road Map, though with his utterly gorgeous face contorted into the cockiest manner, glaring at the audience with his teeth gritted in an “eat shit” grin. His humongous sized shoulders, triceps and biceps were popping out on both sides of his frame to a laughable degree.

On the far right side of the line up stood The Amazing Abs Man, the leanest bodybuilder on stage, who had opted to hit his most muscular with both of his hands resting on the side of his quads. He was gently twisting from side to side, presumably to show off all twenty-four of his gorgeous, saran wrap skin covered tummy muscles to the audience, all of which were glistening with a mixture of his competition tan and sweat. He clearly knew it wasn’t his best pose, but he obviously still loved hitting it, as his exceptionally handsome face was beaming with pride and pleasure.

Next to him was Bicycle Pump Boy, who had began the comparisons round as one of the biggest lads on stage, but was finishing as one of the smallest. His superpower was clearly wearing off, as every one of his once enormous sized, insatiably thick, balloon-like muscles had slowly deflated as the competition had gone on.

And so, with his eyes jam shut, Bicycle Pump Boy squeezed his crab most muscular with an incredible amount of effort, his rather flustered and anxiety-ridden face going red in the process, as if squeezing his muscles would somehow make them huge again. Unfortunately the opposite happened; they seemed to deflate even further, making him look more like an amateur, first time competitor, completely out of his depth in a line up of shredded freaks and beasts.

This wasn’t helped by the fact that Bicycle Pump Boy happened to be standing next to the biggest muscle bull on the stage; famous American pro bodybuilder, Jackson James Jones, who was hunched over in an explosive crab most muscular. His eyes were tight shut, his mouth was wide open and he was bellowing out the most outrageous, testosterone fuelled growl in the most aggressive fashion. He was now almost twice as big as the poor man to his right, and just a little bit bigger than the bodybuilder to his left. The last competitor in the line up, who the audience now knew as Mikey M, the guy they’d watched transform his slim built body into that of an excessively sized muscle monster in two seconds flat.

Displaying about three times more attitude than he had in the prejudging part of the show, Mikey was belting out his own crab most muscular pose. With his mouth animatedly stretched open, and also growling like an animal, Mikey was showing just as much cockiness and attitude as the muscle God next to him.

It was hard for Chuck Carter, who was watching the whole scene from his seat in the audience, to deny that Jackson was not only the biggest of the two of them, but had Mikey beat in this particular pose, both in terms of muscularity, cockiness and sheer in-yer-face, pant creaming attitude. Despite this, Chuck had no doubts that, out of the two tan drenched muscle monsters, Mikey was the bodybuilder revelling in the moment and enjoying it the most. In fact, no one seemed to be having more fun on stage than Mikey.

“And if the music man is ready…let’s get a posedown.”

Loud music filled the arena and the audience started to loudly cheer as all six of the superpower wielding bodybuilders ran to the front of the stage and starting blasting out various poses.

All Chuck wanted to do was watch Mikey, who was cranking out an incredible pec exploding side chest with an over excited grin, with Jackson and Shaun either side of him imitating the pose, but a scene at the far right of the stage was distracting him.

A man had run on stage and up to Bicycle Pump Boy with some kind of equipment in his hand. Chuck couldn’t help but gawp as the man proceeded to plug the end of a long lead into the bodybuilder’s bum. Before Chuck knew what was happening, Bicycle Pump Boy’s body parts were blowing up one by one until he was the obscenely pumped and outrageously huge muscle bull he’d been at the start of the competition.

Once his friend had done his job and retreated back into the audience, Bicycle Pump Boy celebrated his freshly pumped body by running to the front of the stage and cranking out a massive most muscular with a cocky as fuck grin and a loud, grizzly growl to rapturous applause.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage, Jackson James Jones and Mikey both now had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. The sides of their torsos were pushed tightly together and they were both hitting a simultaneous abs and thighs pose.

Chuck’s cock juddered at the sight of the two biggest monsters of the show wrapped in an embrace; their waists and quads pressing against each other’s. It was like watching one big wall of tan drenched, sweat soaked muscle. Nothing but hard, flexed, freaky muscle, popping and exploding in every direction.

But what Chuck was really struggling to tear his eyes away from was Mikey’s pink posing trunk encased bulge, now straining the obscenely shiny material to the absolute maximum. There was no doubt about it; Mikey was sporting a full on boner. And now his trunks were well and truly plastered in greasy, bronzed competition tan and the sweat of the 300 lbs muscle monster wearing them. He’d never seen a pair of posing trunks so badly in need of a wash. They were fucked. Well and truly fucked.

Chuck’s cock, now wet with pre-cum, pulsated furiously and his chest expanded with excitement as he imagined Mikey rushing back to his hotel room completely alone to blow a tremendous load into the crotch of the muckiest and messiest posing trunks Chuck had ever seen on a bodybuilding stage.

And then something was suddenly facing Chuck, and the rest of the audience, which he really couldn’t take his eye away from; the excessive sized, ridiculously developed bottom of The Irresistible Ass Man, who had now turned to face the rear of the stage, ready to hypnotise anyone who happened to glance at his enormous, posing trunk devouring glutes.

Chuck knew the bodybuilder must be hitting rear poses, but he had no idea which ones. All he could do was stare at Shaun’s magnificent bum cheeks. What followed then was about three minutes of Shaun doing nothing but pulling the cheekiest and most outrageous moves for the benefit of anyone under his hypnosis. He wiggled his oversized arse, continuously bent forward to show off his posing trunk covered crack to his victims, wiggled his oversized bottom whilst bent over, squatted down, tensed and flexed his glutes so that a dozen crazy lines and striations appeared in all their freaky glory, and even gave his enormous rump a few cheeky slaps.

Even under his deep hypnosis, a fantasy scene began to play out in Chuck’s head, whereby his face was firmly implanted in between Shaun’s two mammoth sized arse cheeks, and his wet tongue was wedged firmly inside of, and filling up his eager hole. Chuck knew that if he ever managed to get his dick inside an ass that huge and muscular, it would probably only be about twenty seconds before it exploded, and he blew the most intense load inside said bodybuilder’s meat furnace.

Chuck had often wondered if there was a superpower which enabled you to cum and cum as much, and for as long, as you wanted, and just what the owner of said superpower would be called. Mr Never-Ending Orgasm perhaps? Imagining plunging his dick into the enormous sized glutes of The Irresistible Ass Man, Chuck had never wished he owned such a superpower more.

It was only when The Irresistible Ass Man had finally spun back around to face the audience, breaking the spell Chuck and, no doubt, dozens of others around him had been under, that Chuck suddenly realised the majority of the bodybuilders had now jumped into the audience.

Just a few yards away from him, The Human Road Map was standing with a group of eager spectators crowded around him. The female robotic voice was booming from his chest, giving all sorts of directions as people excitedly called out various English towns and cities and watched his crazy superpower at work.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chuck then noticed two of the bodybuilders climbing up onto the judges table. Bicycle Pump Boy was blowing up his gigantic sized biceps for the audience below him with a look of sheer pleasure on his face. Next to him, The Amazing Abs Man had thrown his arms over his head, and was crunching down on his abdominal covered midsection. He scrunched up his face, manically grinned and wrinkled his nose like a rabbit’s as he gently twisted from side to side, showing all twenty-four of his beautifully carved out tummy muscles.

Chuck watched on as sweat trickled down the muscle freak’s midsection. His dick pulsated in his pants as he imagined himself walking up to the superpower welding bodybuilder, drawing his mouth to his phenomenal, muscle exploding stomach and licking said sweat off one of his many shredded abdominals with his tongue, before licking, sucking and worshiping every inch of the muscle with his mouth, and then doing the exact same thing with the other twenty-three gorgeous and crazily developed abs bursting through the bodybuilder’s midsection.

A scene happening at the very front row brought Chuck out of his abs worship fantasy. Leaning into the aisle between him and the next block of chairs, his heart got caught in his throat when he saw exactly what had caused the commotion. People were loudly cheering and clapping as the two biggest monsters of the show, Mikey and Jackson James Jones, were working their way down the walkway, stopping at various audience members to flex and squeeze and hit various poses in front of them.

Mikey seemed to be revelling in the glory more than Jackson. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself more than any other bodybuilder in the posedown. Grinning from ear to ear, Mikey looked like his whole monstrous sized and insanely conditioned body was about to burst from adrenaline. As he worked his way through the audience of his adoring and cheering fans, Mikey seemed to be stopping at every person seated in the aisle of each row. Sometimes cheekily pointing at and engaing with the lucky audience member before hitting whatever pose he chose.

He cranked out a massive front lat spread with a loud, “OOOOOF,” noise in front of the man in the second row, belted out a pec erupting side chest with an outrageous grunt in front of the poor unsuspecting lady seated behind him, then crunched out an insane abs and thighs with a loud, “HREEUGGHH,” in front a young man in the fourth row, who looked to be no older than in his late teens.

As Mikey got closer to Chuck, his heart suddenly leaped into his throat. He was sitting in the aisle seat of his row. If the magnificent, sweat and tan drenched muscle God continued to stop and flex for every person seated on the aisle of each row, then it would be Chuck’s turn very soon.

Nerves and adrenaline seared through his body as the muscle freak stopped in front of the man seated in front of him. Barely a foot away, Chuck was completely blown away by the magnificent meat monster. Every body part looked even more ginormous and otherworldly close up. Each abdominal looked bigger than the size of Chuck’s fist. His frame was gigantic. His shoulders preposterous. One of his quads looked bigger than Chuck’s whole torso. And as the monster placed his right fist on his waist, and threw up his left arm, his ludicrously sized bicep muscle exploded and erupted from his upper arm like the eighth wonder of the world.

As the man in the seat in front of Chuck whooped and cheered, Mikey, with a mischievous and excited grin on his face, bought his bicep down in front of the man’s face. Chuck watched in amazement as the lucky audience member in front of him clasped the enormous bicep muscle with his hand, and everyone around the scene roared with laughter. Chuck noticed the back of the man’s neck had gone bright red. He had no idea how he was still conscious. And how he’d managed to stop from blowing a massive wad of cum in his jeans the moment his fingers made contact with Mikey‘s muscle.

And then all of Chuck’s thoughts completely drifted away. Mikey and his monstrous mass had stopped at his chair, and was now standing over him in all their magnificent glory.

Time seemed to slow down as Chuck glanced up at the muscle God, bearing down at him and meeting his eyes with a playful, cocky smirk on his face. All Chuck could see was muscle. Obscene, unapologetic, inhuman mass. Bulging and exploding from the frame of the bodybuilder before him. And then all Chuck could see was Mikey’s posers. Mikey’s gloriously mucky, shiny pink posers. One of the biggest bodybuilder’s bulges Chuck had ever seen stared back at him, fully erect and stretching out the material of one of the grubbiest, tan wrecked pairs of posers he’d ever witnessed.

Chuck wanted to pause time. To revel in this glorious, once-in-a-lifetime moment. But the 300 lbs muscle monster towering above him had other plans.


Before Chuck had time to process another thought, Mikey was squeezing out an incredible crab most muscular with all of his might, just inches away from his face; the loud roar of the muscle beast ringing in his ears.

Mikey’s traps erupted before Chuck’s eyes. Everything on the monster’s upper body tightened and expanded in size. All Chuck could see before him was a mass of freaky, flexed muscle. Perfectly sculpted and bronzed. Wrapped in tight, thin skin. Striations appearing and veins erupting in the most unlikely of places.

Mikey’s presence and power seemed to completely engulf Chuck. He could see the lucky beads of sweat glistening on the surface of the muscle. He could feel the heat and adrenaline radiating off the monster’s body. And all the time an intoxicating aroma filled the air; the powerful, masculine scent of a 300 lbs sweat and tan drenched muscle bull.

Chuck looked up at Mikey’s face, now just inches away from his. Bronzed, handsome and both masculine but strangely boyish, it was now contorted in an outrageously cocky fashion, and lit up by a manic, teeth bearing grin. Mikey’s eyes glistened as they met with Chuck’s. The glory, pleasure and undeniable power of being a superior muscle God, both torturing and treating the mere mortal before him in equal measures, was palpable to anyone witnessing the scene.

Chuck wanted to cum. He wanted to whip his cock out there and then and just splurt a massive load of muscle loving spunk over the indecent slabs of mass on the flexing bodybuilder before him. He wanted to reach out and feel the monster’s biceps, squeeze his massive tits, grab a hold of his skin splitting traps and take his trunk covered bulge in his mouth and suck on the tan covered fabric until Mikey blew a massive wad of cum through the shiny material, and into Chuck’s eager mouth.

And then Mikey stopped posing, and as soon as the moment had come, it had gone. Chuck spent the rest of the posedown on an incredible high. Adrenaline surging through his body, as he replayed the moment Mikey had squeezed a most muscular in his face over and over again.

He was still replaying the moment when Mikey, the clear crowd favourite, collected his second place trophy, to a mix of deafening cheers and boos from the audience, and a rather apologetic and guilty looking Jackson James Jones took first place. Mikey, meanwhile, still revelling in the glory of being a huge, shredded freak on a bodybuilding stage, didn’t seem to care one bit that he’d lost out to first place.

It was only with the show drawing to an end, that Chuck suddenly focused his thoughts back to the plan he’d hatched with his boyfriend Timmy Tate. While all of the other audience members left the show, Chuck would have to get back to the pump room, and back to Timmy.

Whatever might happen from that moment was difficult for Chuck to predict, but there was a fairly good chance that his boyfriend wasn’t done having his fun just yet.

To be continued...


Thursday, 17 August 2017


OK guys, here goes with the fourth part of "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph".

Part 3 saw Mikey entering into his very first bodybuilding competition at The Annual Superpower Games; a sporting event for anyone whose superpower may give them an advantage in regular competitive sports!

Mikey met his fellow competitors backstage, all of whom have their own unique superpower, including Shaun Slater, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, whose ass is so excessively big that anyone who stares at it becomes instantly hypnotised, The Amazing Abs Man; the only bodybuilder in the world to own a twenty-four pack, The Human Road Map, whose freakishly vascular physique doubles up as a Sat Nav and Bicycle Pump Boy, who can blow up his average sized body and become a huge, shredded muscle bull by inserting a bicycle pump up his bottom.

The part ended with a surprise entry from another bodybuilder; 25 year old 320 lbs All American muscle monster Jackson James Jones. But what is his superpower, and it is even the real Jackson?

Part 3 also introduced a muscle loving gay couple called Timmy and Chuck, who have managed to sneak into the pump room as part of some kind of mysterious plan they've hatched up...

Chapter Seven

In all the years that Mikey Maguire had fantasised about stepping onto a bodybuilding stage, he’d never once considered the possibility that, waiting in line to do just that with a group of equally shredded muscle freaks after having been painted from head to foot in deep bronzed competition tan, he’d be nervous to the point where he’d feel like throwing up.

He was desperately trying not to think about the crowd of people on the other side of the curtain, sitting in the audience waiting for Mikey and his five fellow muscle freaks of assorted sizes and heights to emerge.

The most monstrous sized of those bodybuilders was stood just a few feet away from him. A bodybuilder Mikey had seen in competition videos on the Internet countless of times before, and who just so happened to be one of the biggest and most well known pros in the world; twenty-five year old All American beef mountain Jackson James Jones.

Jackson was nothing short of an absolute monster. Unlike Mikey, who just happened to look like a top five Mr Olympia competitor whenever his superpower came into force, Jackson James Jones actually was a top five Mr Olympia competitor. The man was so huge he bordered on looking like a cartoon character. Comically huge shoulders, obscenely sized pecs, thick blocky abs, insane quads, a ludicrously wide, barn door back, and one of the biggest arses on any current bodybuilder all helped to make up the monstrous mountain of muscle Jackson had the nerve to call his body. With his All American, clean cut, corn-fed looks, he also happened to be exceptionally good looking.

The jaws of pretty much everyone in the backstage area had dropped when all 320 lbs of Jackson had casually waddled into the room. Completely alone, he had not spoken a word to anyone. He’d casually taken off his tracksuit to reveal his excessively sized mass in all it’s shredded-to-fuck glory, before picking up a set of barbells and pumping up his enormous sized biceps in a mirror, completely ignoring the gawps and stares from every other person in the room.

“Do you think it’s really him?” “I wonder what his superpower is?” “If it’s not him then who the hell is it and exactly what superpower is at play here?” were just some of the questions Mikey had piled on to his friend Pete Potter and fellow competitor Shaun Slater, aka, The Irresistible Ass Man.

Both were as curious about Jackson as Mikey was, but neither of them could answer his questions for sure. “It’s most likely not the real Jackson James Jones. But who can say for sure?” Pete had pondered, before giving another few suggestions. “We could wait to see if his power emerges. Or we could always just ask him?”

Mikey wasn’t sure about Shaun or Pete, but the notion of strolling up to a world renowned 320 lbs American muscle God like Jackson James Jones, who also happened to be his favourite bodybuilder, and responsible for more of his blown loads than any other, and casually asking him what his superpower was didn’t exactly seem plausible.

“There is another way of finding out his power of course,” Shaun had said, with a raised eyebrow and a knowing, mischievous smirk directed at Pete. Mikey questioned what Shaun had meant by this, but Pete had annoyingly brushed the question aside and Mikey hadn’t probed him any further. He was curious, but if Pete didn’t want to let him in on a shared secret he had with Shaun, then he had to respect that.

As he stood in line to face the stage, Mikey’s eyes were fixated on Jackson’s monstrous lats and enormous sized bottom, now spilling out of a pair of shiny purple posers, which was trying, but failing miserably to cover up even a third of his absurdly sized rump.

What Mikey certainly hadn’t expected in that moment, was for Jackson to swivel his head around, and, whilst locking eyes with him, flash him a warm and incredibly gorgeous grin. A smile which could even be classed as bordering on flirtatious. Mikey’s heart swelled, and a rush of adrenaline surged through his freak-show worthy, gloriously bronzed body. Was Jackson a massive tease who could sense that Mikey had been drooling over him since he’d entered the pump room (was he really that obvious?), or was something else going on here?

The overwhelming increase of nerves that took over Mikey as he stepped from the pump room to the bodybuilding stage wavered, and all but seemed to disappear once he was actually standing on the stage and looking out to the sea of spectators.

He hadn’t quite braced himself for what the atmosphere of the show would be like, or what standing almost naked in nothing but shiny, micro posers, while dozens of people ogled, gawped and marvelled at him would feel like.

As he stood centre stage, barefoot with the heat of the stage lights beating down on his ludicrously wide back, the loud beats of the music filling the arena, and an audience of about hundreds cheering, clapping, jeering and gasping as they stared at his phantasmagorical physique, any nerves Mikey felt had completely vanished and been replaced by the most intense rush of adrenaline.

Drenched in deep bronzed competition tan, and under the intense lighting, Mikey knew that his body had never looked more spectacular. He was almost overwhelmed at the sight which met him every time he looked down and saw the mounds of magnificent muscle mass looking back at him. Mikey had seen his body so many times before, but somehow, in this setting, it looked even more freaky, even more alien, and even more beautiful than it ever had.

The sights he was met with as he turned to his left and right were equally spectacular and mind-blowing. On either side of him stood his fellow superpower wielding muscle freaks. The Amazing Abs Man had his arms behind his head and was crunching down on all twenty four of his crazily cut stomach muscles. The Human Road Map was standing with his hand on his hips and twisting and tensing his impressively thick and terrifyingly vascular quads, all the time looking down with a cocky smirk on his face, admiring his own freakish muscle. Bicycle Pump Boy had twisted to his side, and positioned himself into a side chest pose, his mammothly huge tits bouncing off his chest to a glorious degree and his face contorted into the most arrogant grimace. Shaun, aka, The Irresistible Ass Man was blowing up his tremendous sized, croquet ball biceps in a front double pose, his face scrunched in the cheekiest manner, as he growled through gritted teeth. And further down the line, a man who Mikey had shot multiple loads over in the comfort of his own bedroom, was top five Mr Olympia competitor Jackson James Jones, wowing the audience with his beast sized back and ridiculously huge, posing trunk devouring ass in a back lat spread.

Every single one of his fellow competitors was showing off their mass to the audience. Mikey suddenly realised that he was the only one not flexing. Instead of feeling nervous, a rush of giddy excitement shot through him, and, giving the lucky audience exactly what they wanted, he geared himself up to crank out his favourite pose. The pose he loved to hit more than any other. With an excitable grin on his face, Mikey lifted both of his arms up, and with considerable force, cranked down hard into a brutal, mass exploding crab most muscular.

Mikey was almost taken aback when the audience exploded in loud cheers in direct response to his pose. Hearing the incredible audience reaction seem to ignite something in all of the lads on stage, as every single one of them started crowding around Mikey and belting out matching crab most musculars in response, until all six freaks were hunched over with their traps exploding up to their earlobes, indulging in the ultimate bodybuilding pose; Mikey Maguire in the middle, revelling in the glory more so than any one of them.

His only wish was that he could somehow see what the audience were seeing. If only they’d erect a huge mirror at the back of the auditorium. Or at least catch the whole scene on camera and project it so that Mikey and his fellow competitors could watch themselves cranking out, flexing and tearing up the stage.

He wondered what was going on in the minds of the audience members as they stared at the six muscle freaks on stage showing off their mighty mass in their tiny, shiny posing trunks. Most of them were probably wondering just who Mikey was, where he had come from and what his superpower was. Many of them were probably fantasising about what it would be like to be as huge and monstrous as him and stand on stage, being ogled at and adored. And he was fairly sure a considerable percentage of them were currently turned on and battling huge boners in their jeans at the sight of the bronzed, shredded muscle bulls before them. He knew that his friend Pete was sitting somewhere in the audience. Maybe the man who had signed them into the venue was sitting there too, and maybe the insanely cute Tom Daley look-alike with the black specs was with him, looking on with the same look of awe he’d given Mikey earlier, his hands in his lap, desperately trying to conceal his growing hard on as a bunch of obscenely huge muscle bulls cranked out matching crab most musculars before him.

Mikey’s adrenaline didn’t waver for one single moment throughout the entire prejudging part of the show. He flexed and posed without ever feeling tired (a nifty side effect of his superpower) and soaked up every second that he spent on stage, showing off his otherworldly body.

But no moment was greater for Mikey than when he was stood in between Shaun Slater and Jackson James Jones, being cheered at by the audience in the final comparisons round. If the gawps, gasps and stares of the people in the street made Mikey feel like a freak, the show's audience reaction to him, and the two monsters either side of him made him feel like a God.

As he, Jackson and Shaun blew up their magnificent biceps to a rupture of applause, a thought raced through Mikey’s mind. What if being a bodybuilder was what he was supposed to really be? And then more thoughts flooded his mind. What if this was his destiny? To be the biggest and best superpower enabled muscle freak on the planet? To be one of the greatest bodybuilders in the history of the Annual Superpower Games? Or maybe it was his destiny to be the most worshipped muscle monster in the universe? Maybe he was supposed to go out into the world, find any and every man with a penchant for huge, shredded bodybuilders and help them fulfil their ultimate fantasies of worshipping a real life muscle bull? And what if he’d gotten his superpower wrong? What if he wasn’t a lad who could transform his ordinary sized body into a hulking mass of worship-worthy muscle whenever he liked? What if he was supposed to be a once ordinary sized man who one day transformed into a 300 lbs bodybuilder, and stayed that way forever?

Mikey was unexpectedly pulled from his thoughts when, mid way through an abs and thighs pose, with his arms around the back of his head, and his blocky abs protruding through his stomach like huge rocks trapped under his skin, he suddenly felt something alien brushing against one of his monstrously thick and ludicrously details quads.

Mikey felt like his heart had caught in his throat as he looked down to see Jackson James Jones moving his fingers up and down the crazy feathering in Mikey’s right quad.

The audience were going crazy as Mikey furiously blushed and tried to comprehend what was happening. Jackson, with the most devilish grin on his utterly gorgeous face, then went one step further and started giving Mikey’s quad a couple of playful slaps, causing Mikey’s expression to uncontrollably merge into a bashful smirk, and the bulge in his shiny black posers to pulsate with sudden force.

As Jackson moved his hand away, his eyes met with Mikey’s, and he gave him a similarly flirtatious grin to the one he had when they’d been queuing up backstage. A flustered Mikey looked down at Jackson’s enormous quads, only slightly bigger than his own, and exploding in insane detail. Should he return the playful gesture, and give one of Jackson’s alien quads a cheeky slap, he thought? Mikey considered it for a moment, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. The only muscle he’d ever touched was his own. To feel and touch the huge, shredded muscle of another freakishly sized bodybuilder was something he’d dreamed of doing for so long. It meant too much to Mikey to do it in this setting, in front of hundreds of cheering and laughing audience members.

But one thing was definite; having Jackson’s hands on his quads had felt amazing. As had the moment where their eyes had locked, and Jackson had flashed him that absurdly gorgeous, heart melting smile, and all of Mikey’s questions from earlier suddenly rose to the surface again. Was he in the presence of the real Jackson James Jones, and if not, then who the hell was this person beside him, and just exactly what incredible superpower did he possess that enabled him to morph into the body of one of the world’s best bodybuilders?


An intense and heady mix of excitement and relief consumed Chuck Carter. The hardest part of the plan he’d cooked up with his boyfriend Timmy Tate was done. It was now an almost guaranteed success. Only unforeseen circumstances that were out of their control could ruin things now.

Chuck glanced around the now empty pump room. He could hear the loud cheers and applause from the audience, who were marvelling at the six muscle freaks that had occupied this space not long before.

The plan wasn’t completely over, of course. There was still the potentially tricky task that Chuck would have to perform later that day. But for now, he could relax. He was excited for Timmy, who’d always been somewhat envious of Chuck’s admittedly better power. But Timmy was embarking on a journey of his own. Possibly the most fun journey he’d ever had with the use of his superpower.

Right now there was nothing for Chuck to do but to head out into the audience of the show and watch the kind of superhuman muscle freaks he and his boyfriend Timmy had been lusting over for years. It wouldn’t be long before he’d see his plan unfold before his eyes, and he’d see Timmy make his first ever appearance on a bodybuilding stage.


The six competitors of the world’s most bonkers bodybuilding show left the stage to an overwhelming eruption of applause and returned to the pump room. Mikey would have happily stayed on the stage for the rest of the day. The best part of prejudging had undoubtedly been the final comparisons round, where he’d been stood in between Jackson James Jones and Shaun Slater, the two most gorgeous freaks of the line up. The three of them had collectively made up the three biggest monsters on stage. After Jackson had felt up, and slapped Mikey's quads, both he and Shaun had outrageously shouted out in the cockiest manner imaginable during their final crab most muscular poses. Not to be left out, Mikey had released his own animal-like growl, much to the pleasure and amusement of the audience.

Back in the pump room, his body drenched in a mixture of sweat and bronzed competition tan, Mikey jumped when someone unexpectedly slapped him on the back.

“Good job out there, matie.”

Mikey’s stomach tightened. 320 lbs All American meat mountain Jackson James Jones was talking to him.

“Oh and sorry about the quad slapping. Couldn’t resist, big lad.”

Matie? Lad? The words sounded odd to Mikey being said in an American accent. Mikey gulped and, trying to overcome a sudden crippling shyness, muttered a simple “thanks” to Jackson, who was even more monstrous and absurdly good looking up close.

“Fuck mate! You were awesome up there!” Mikey’s friend Pete had returned to the pump room too and was now standing next to the two biggest muscle bulls in the backstage area.

“I’m Pete, by the way.” He confidently presented his hand for Jackson to shake. “Nice to meet you, Pete, mate,” Jackson said, taking his hand.

Mate? Americans don’t say mate, Mikey thought.

He couldn’t help but notice the slight flirtation in the grin Jackson was giving Pete, but it didn’t seem quite as blatant as the ones he’d given Mikey.

“This is my buddie, Mikey,” Pete said, before suddenly panicking and correcting himself. “Oh shit. I mean…erm…this is Jackson.” Ironically, Mikey was more embarrassed about Jackson knowing the pseudonym he’d created on impulse that morning, inspired by the very man standing before him, than he was about him knowing his real name.

Jackson looked at Mikey with a mischievous smirk and his left eyebrow playfully raised. “Jackson, huh?” he teased. “It’s ummm…just a stage name,” Mikey bashfully replied.

Jackson nodded. “Interesting stage name,” he said, still cheekily smirking. “Well, Jackson, I have to say; I think I prefer the name Mikey. It suits you better,” he said. Mikey’s pounding heart was expanding in his chest. There was now very little doubt left in his head about what was happening. Jackson James Jones was flirting was him. The Jackson James Jones.

“So, Mikey,” he began. “I’ve got to ask…what’s your superpower?”

“OK, guys, twenty minutes before finals start,” came a loud voice, saving Mikey, who had been completely taken aback by Jackson’s bold question.

“Mikey, erm…Jackson…you better change into your second posers,” Pete said, further saving Mikey the task of answering Jackson’s question.

But Mikey wasn’t quite as scared at the prospect of answering Jackson’s question as he thought he’d be. In fact, he found himself wondering whether it would actually be such a bad thing to reveal his superpower? If any of the bodybuilders or audience members who’d seen him that day were to see him out and about in his regular sized body, and recognised his face, they’d discover his secret anyway. And Pete had already told him that there were no reports or photos from the Superpower Games. What if his power impressed Jackson as much as it had Pete those few months ago? And what if, by revealing his power, it led Jackson to reveal his own mysterious power and, even his real identity. Both of which Mikey was now dying to know more then ever.

“See you back on stage, Mikey, mate,” Jackson said. “Oh and, can I give you a friendly tip, bud?”

Surprised at Jackson's question, Mikey replied, “Sure,” intrigued as to what wisdom the gorgeous and flirtatious 320 lbs muscle God before him was about to impart.

“Well, your posing is awesome. But don’t be afraid to have a bit of fun with it,” Jackson replied. “You know…be a bit cocky. Crank up the ‘tude a bit.” Mikey smirked at the irony of Jackson’s suggestion. He was no stranger to being cocky with his posing when he was alone in his bedroom. Somehow during prejudging though, Mikey had been so overwhelmed with the experience that he hadn’t really thought to display the same kind of attitude, other than with his final crab most muscular during the last comparisons round, when he’d been spurred on by Shaun and Jackson. He wasn’t sure he’d be quite as cocky as he usually was at home, it was his first ever show after all, but he was determined to take Jackson’s advice when he headed out for the finals.

“Good advice mate. Thanks!” Mikey delivered, blushing.

As Jackson left Mikey and Pete alone, Mikey couldn’t help but wonder; if he wasn’t the real Jackson James Jones, could he be a gay muscle loving impostor, just as crazily turned on by muscle as he was, and eager to get his muscle worshipping hands on some serious muscle? Mikey’s head was spinning with possibilities. He had to know if he was in the presence of the real Jackson James Jones or not.

As Pete wrapped a towel around Mikey, and he changed from his shiny black prejudging trunks into the insanely shiny, bright pink posers he’d bought from the “Muscle World” store the day he’d met Pete, Mikey began to hatch a plan in his head.

He wasn’t sure whether it was because he’d been squeezed into his shiny black trunks for a good few hours, but Mikey couldn’t help thinking that his pink trunks felt slightly different than normal. But his mind was too preoccupied with the new idea that was suddenly invading his thoughts.

“Pete, mate,” the now pink posing trunk sporting Mikey began. “Random question but…do you know how I can find someone working for the show?”

“Ummm…I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone if we ask around,” Pete said suspiciously. “Why dude? What are you up to?”

Mikey mischievously and teasingly grinned at Pete, and replied to his question with the same teasing words his friend had used earlier that day when Mikey had quizzed him about the other competitors from the show.

“You’ll see.”

Chuck Carter had been to over twenty bodybuilding shows. Most of those he’d attended with the use of his superpower. Some of them he’d attended without the use of his power, but had then used it during the show to have some extra fun.

During some of the shows Chuck had gone backstage, enabling him to get close to the thing that turned him on more than anything else in the world; huge, shredded, competition conditioned muscle freaks in tiny, colourful posing trunks. In moments where he was feeling particularly adventurous, he’d even managed to get on stage with some of the freaks at certain competitions.

He’d been to the world biggest bodybuilding competitions and seen the most monstrous freaks in the business. But no show was more exciting, more fun, or more unpredictable than the bodybuilding competition at the Annual Superpower Games.

He’d been to the show three years running with his boyfriend Timmy, who was just as equally turned on by otherworldly muscle as Chuck was. This year’s event, though, was a show of many firsts. It was the first time Chuck had sat in the audience alone, and it was the first time Timmy would experience what it felt like to be on a bodybuilding stage.

Finals was under way, and the bodybuilders were coming out one by one to perform their posing routines. The Amazing Abs Man had wowed everyone with his crazy, beautiful midsection, The Human Road Map had entertained the crowd by demonstrating his crazy superpower mid-routine, and Bicycle Pump Boy had torn up the stage displaying the most outrageously cocky attitude conceivable. But there was one particular bodybuilder Chuck was looking forward to seeing more than the rest.

“Our next competitor has changed his stage name,” the show’s commentator mysteriously announced. “The bodybuilder formerly known as Jackson Potter will now be known as Mikey M.”

Chuck’s stomach filled with excitement at the announcement of the next competitor, while the crowd had erupted with cheers. He was curious as to the sudden change of name though. Maybe it was because another certain Jackson, the one and only Jackson James Jones, had made a last minute surprise entry into the competition.

Bracing himself for the entrance of the obscenely monstrous muscle freak he’d followed into the pump room that morning, Chuck’s heart got caught in this throat when a perfectly ordinary sized, slim built man in a pair of the most magnificent, shiny pink posing trunks rather sheepishly strolled out instead.

The whole audience seemed to simultaneously cry out gasps, followed by muttering and whispering, which grew louder and louder as the non-muscular, bronzed competition covered man walked to the front of the stage. It was undoubtedly the same guy he’d seen before. His cute, slightly goofy looking face was the same, but he was no longer a 320 lbs muscle monster.

As the posing music started, a nervous looking Mikey nee Jackson Potter, lifted up both of his arms into a front double bicep pose. The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers at the sight of the ordinary sized man flexing on stage. Where not long before sat two enormous balls of bronzed muscle bulging off the young man’s upper arms, were two limp, slightly risen mounds of muscle of a man who looked like he’d barely set foot in a gym in his entire life.

The crowd reaction seemed to ease Mikey’s nerves a little, and a hint of a grin began to emerge. Meanwhile, Chuck couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He had no idea what was unfolding, but it was both completely bonkers, and hugely entertaining. He was also uncontrollably smirking at the sight of those insanely hot, shiny pink posing trunks. The bulge of which was already covered in Mikey’s bronzed competition tan, where it had rubbed against his inner thigh, in the most gloriously mucky fashion.

Mikey continued to hit a few more poses, including a comical crab most muscular. This seemed to ignite something in Mikey, who was now smiling broadly, and clearly enjoying the brilliant audience reaction. He hit another crab most muscular, this time with his face contorted into an arrogant scrunch, making the whole scene even more comical.

Mikey then put his hands on his hips, looked down at his own physique, shook his head and animatedly wagged his right index finger at the audience as if to say, “Nope…this won’t do.”

As Mikey lifted his right arm up so it was level with his shoulder blades, and then did the same with his left, Chuck braced himself for the hugely endearing non-muscular lad on stage to crank out another comical crab most muscular. But something else happened instead.

Every single one of Mikey’s body parts erupted, expanded and grew until Chuck, and the rest of the audience were, once again, staring at a 300 lbs, excessively sized, indecently shredded muscle bull. Everyone gasped and cheered as the now monstrous Mikey bought both of his arms down, and cranked into a brutal crab most muscular. His mouth wide open, and the loudest and cockiest growl filling up the theatre.

It was the most bonkers, most amazing and immensely horny thing Chuck had ever witnessed at any bodybuilding show he’d attended. It was also the greatest superpower he’d seen in action yet.

What followed was the most entertaining posing routine Chuck had ever sat through. Clearly spawned on by the audience, the newly transformed 300 lbs muscle monster version of Mikey stomped and strutted his way around the stage, pulling some of the most animated, playful and cockiest facial expressions of any bodybuilder Chuck had known. He’d literally never seen a bodybuilder having more fun on stage.

The audience went absolutely nuts as Mikey wobbled his crazily detailed quads, wiggled his enormous sized bottom, cheekily jigged along to his posing music and stomped from side to side, pointing at different corners of the crowd before cranking out the most obscene most musculars. Some of which Mikey hit with his mouth arrogantly wide open, some with his face scrunched up and his tongue sticking out, some with manic, crazy head wobbles, and others whilst indulging in various other over the top cocky moves and facial expressions.

Mikey even jumped into the audience at one point and started flexing amongst the regular, non muscle freaks who were gawping and cheering at his magnificent display of incredibly cocky muscle posing. But Chuck’s favourite moment came when Mikey shamelessly squatted down, and tucked the back of his mucky tan stained posing trunks right into the crack of his gigantic sized rump, so that they were completely gobbled up by his big greedy glutes.

He may not have been the biggest bodybuilder in the competition, but there was no mistake; Mikey, the man who had the power to transform his slim built, perfectly ordinary body into a hulking mass of God-like muscle was the absolute star of this year’s show.

As Mikey finally departed the stage (he stopped three times to crank out three massive crab most musculars accompanied by with loud grunts, growls and shouts on his way backstage), Chuck, along with the rest of the audience, sat in complete awe and amazement at what they’d just seen. It had been the greatest five minutes of any bodybuilding show Chuck had ever sat through, and as he waited for the next competitor to emerge, his whole body was tingling with a euphoric happiness at one thought only; how much fun his boyfriend Timmy must be having right at this very moment.

To be continued...

COMING UP IN PART 5: Jackson accepts an interesting invitation from Mikey and Pete. Plus, all the competitors partake in the final posedown!

Saturday, 12 August 2017


Following on from last month's "July Muscle Madness" post, it's time for a similar type of post featuring some of my favourite muscle pics and videos from the past few weeks.

Featured in this month's collection...utterly monstrous Aussie muscle mountain Joshua Lenartowicz looking NUTS at the Tampa Bay Pro, NPC USA and Tampa Bay 212 class winner Derek Lunsford, who went from being an amateur bodybuilder to Olympia qualifier in a week, and who also happens to be handsome, shredded and a cocky as fuck poser to boot, a bearded James Flex Lewis (why the FUCK does Flex look so hot with a beard?!), Regan Grimes doing his up most best to be labelled the best, most shredded and all out hottest young bodybuilder from Canada (hmmm...not sure what Mr Bumstead would have to say about that!) and a truck load of other once regular sized lads who've dedicated their lives to try and get as huge, jacked and muscular as they possibly can!

Thank you to everyone who has offered me their awesome and lovely feedback for my "Mikey The Human Muscle Morph" story. I'm not even half way through yet so lots more to come! Here are some links to the first three parts for anyone who hasn't had a chance to read it yet, and wishes to do so...



Who needs posing trunks when you've got socks? Hmmm. Sorry mate - not sure your new idea of wearing socks instead of posers will go down too well with the judges. It could make a fun show to watch though.


Quick! Someone help Josh - he's about to explode!! FAAAAWWKK!!


Shitting fucking buggering HELL!! Regan's physique literally looks it's made out of marble! Etched and chiselled to absolute perfection!



Fun fact: Pat Lee likes the blog. How bloody awesome is that?



FUCKING HELL!! LOOK AT JOSH! Just an obscene amount of BEEF packed on to that frame. HUGE quads, gorgeous teardrops, crazy delts, just so much mass EVERYWHERE!! God I love it!

This is the aforementioned Derek Lunsford! Peeled, stacked, a little bit gorgeous and a LOT fucking cocky. Oh and I love those itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, shiny blue posing trunks (made by the excellent Muscle Potential).

Exceedingly sexy American almost daddy Matt Kuoba perfecting the abs and thighs with face scrunched to buggery/nose wrinkled up like a rabbit's pose (hehe)!

Don't mind us - just fucking grab that big ass of yours (cheeky bleeder)! Is it just me or are posing trunk straps getting THINNER?! Slurp!

Another fun fact: Muscle Potential also like the blog (especially my posing trunk posts). OK now I'm just showing off.

Dear Mr Flex,

Never ever ever ever EVER shave that beard. Ger-UFF!

Does Derek EVER crank out a crab most muscular with his gob closed?!

Fuck!! Have you ever seen a corridor before filled with so much BEEF?! Just keep those elbows away from the walls lads. You'll get them covered in muck!

Shall we take that as a NO then Derek?!

WHY do I love that you can see how pale the sole of this guy's foot is compared to the rest of him?!

DAMN! Did you leave enough bum for the rest of us mate?!

Remember this cute little spunkster from my last post? GOD he's adorable. I love how hot and shiny those posers look even though the pic is black and white!

This is Malcolm. He works in IT middle management. He's a lovely, friendly, mild mannered sort of chap. Until it gets to the weekend...when Malcolm strips to his posing trunks, slaps on a tub load of tan and stomps about cranking and squeezing his indecently roided, nasty-as-hell BEEF to anyone he comes into contact with. FUCK YEAH MALCOLM!!

This lad is not the biggest, best conditioned or even best looking bodybuilder *but* there's something just obscenely HORNY about him. I think it's the fact that he's just fucking CAKED himself in slop. I mean he's *really* gone to town with the tan. Those sticky red trunks just don't stand a fucking CHANCE do they? You can already see the straps have gotten mucky. Can you imagine him peeling those little red fuckers down his shredded quads, and just dangling them in the air in front of him, just drenched in tan, sweat, oil and slop?!

I'm sure there's a pumped bicep, a freaky lat and even a cute looking face here somewhere but all I see is a thick wall of ASS!! DAMN!!

SPECIAL OFFER: Buy one bald as fuck, hard-bodied, grizzly working class British daddy and get a younger, also bald, roided-to-fuck, cheeky looking Brit lad for FREE!

If you stay sideways Josh you *might* just get through that doorway. Can't make any promises though!


Sorry to break it to you love but your boyfriend is SO checking out that guy's ass (and who the bloody hell can blame him?)!

Bald dude in the blue doing his very best impression of the Bicycle Pump Boy character from my Mikey story! OOOOOF!!

It might be my childish sense of humour but this picture fucking cracks me up! I think it's the non-impressed expression on the monkey's face, and the way he's looking at him as if to say, "Who the fuck is *this* douchebag?"


Behold, a demi muscle God amongst mere mortals...

Is it just me or does this guy have striations in his fucking head?!

I LOVE THESE TEENIE TINY POSERS!! I wanna pair for myself!

A face that cute should NOT have quads that huge, shredded and nasty!

Holy golden posers Batman! Wouldn't mind a pair of these glittery bad boys either!

Don't mind us mate! Just fucking SHOVE that big silver sparkly posing trunk clad ass right in the air!

Cute and Cuter!

Just a perfectly normal day on the Central Line. Newspapers sprawled on the seats. Some geezer reading The Guardian. A topless, jacked up, gorgeous-as-fuck muscle boy down on one knee flexing his gloriously pumped biceps!

You don't get *this* on Brighton beach (you don't even get bloody sand)!

JEEEEEZUS!! How much bum do you want mate?! This roided up muscle bull picked the largest sized posing trunks in the shop and they *still* only cover up a third of his ginormous sized rump!

Bored of cheeky/handsome/shredded Derek Lunsford yet?! TOUGH SHIT!


I REALLY do fucking want those posers (fetches credit card and hops on to the Muscle Potential website)!

I've always said there should be some sort of Juniour Mr Olympia contest for guys under 22/23. The winner gets a pro card and instant qualification for the real Mr Olympia. Pretty sure this lad would be a top contender for the title (FUCK)!

Thumbs up if you're gonna go back to your hotel room after the show and blow a massive load in your shiny colourful posing trunks!



Fucking crank that shit Josh!

Who doesn't love a bit of old school muscle? 90's mass monsters (and absolute fucking legends) Jean-Pierre and Nasser!

GOD I LOVE THIS VID!! American bodybuilder Matt Kuoba (featured above in some of the stage/backstage shots) who's a bit of a handsome bugger, flexing in his kitchen; deliciously tanned, jacked to shit and just all round hot as fuck!

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Check out that cheeky (and bloody gorgeous!) muscle monkey Regan Grimes pumping out some mental most musculars for the camera!

And here's that uber-monster Josh cranking out and flexing that indecent MASS in action (FAAAWWWKK!!)...

This vid is fucking bonkers!! Brad Rowe ringing out the sweat from his vest on to the gym floor (health and safety much?! Hope he fetched a mop afterwards)! Outrageous, mad, and just fucking obscene! Plus...LOOK AT DEM QUADS!!

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And finally...a video of everyone's favourite Welsh muscle freak! James Flex Lewis rocking the stage whilst looking outrageously sexy and all sorts of woof worthy with his beard while displaying some serious 'tude, and just looking all round fucking NUTS!! Is there ANY muscle fan on this Earth who *doesn't* love Flex?!

And just for fun, which bodybuilder(s) did you like the most from this post? Let me know in the poll below. I've only included the guys who are featured the most, but also added an "other" option...

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