Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2011 10:18:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: M
Subject: Morphed Muscle Tit Freaks - Athletics Section (Bodybuilding)

MORPHED MUSCLE TIT FREAKS

Part 1: Military Mike

Later in the 21st century, the bodybuilding world fragmented into separate
interest groups. Traditional contests still took place, but they were less
popular in the face of new contests that centered around special fetishes.

For example, there were separate contests for bodybuilders with huge
cocks. There had always been fans who worshipped huge cocks on the
bodybuilders. But for the first time around the year 2050, an offshoot
organization of the IFFB actually sponsored contests where extra prize
money was paid for "posing trunk dimension and size." The presiding judges
(and fans) were aficianados of male endowment, who had a fetish for big,
bulging meat in the competitors' glittering posing trunks.

To win shows, athletes needed ever larger baskets. The points the judges
awarded for the biggest endowments became more and more lopsided, as other
aspects of the athletes' physiques took a back seat. In addition to the
judges, VIP sponsors also played an important role in this new facet of the
sport. These VIPs were muscle-addicted businessmen and politicians who sat
in front row seats at every show and showered attention on the most
enormous posing straps. In order to receive high scores from judges as well
as sponsorship help from the VIPs, competitors needed to walk on stage with
giant meat, not just huge cocks but also baseball-sized balls. Huge balls
helped create the contest-winning look. The desired look was an obscene
male bulge that stretched the fabric of the athlete's posing trunks in all
directions.

Competitors returned to the pump room between rounds to massage their meat
and to "pump up." Backstage organizers and expeditors lingered near the
competitors and offered to help massage and pump their meat. But they
usually got pushed aside by VIPs who left their seats in the audience and
rushed backstage to make contact with their favorite muscle idols. The VIPs
used their influence to "fluff" the athletes, shoving aside everyone else
in order to get their hands (or mouths) on the biggest bulges.
Photographers from fan newsletters and from Muscle Cock Magazine also
lingered backstage. They snapped hot pump-up photos, with posing trunks
stretched to the limit and bodybuilder meat sometimes partially or even
fully visible for the fans.

The judges themselves enjoyed special access to the athletes' physiques.
Several judges had developed exceptional oral techniques in pursuit of
their favorite hobby as devotees of the sport of bodybuilding: they loved
to capture trophy meat directly in their mouths. Before and after the
shows, these expert servicers kneeled down in private areas backstage (and
in hotel rooms) and milked loads from some of the "biggest" musclemen in
the sport.

With the intensity of competition, it became more and more difficult for
competitors to stand out with a successful "contest look." Under the
watchful encouragement of judges and sponsors, bodybuilders subjected
themselves to various procedures including surgical builds, vacuum pumping,
silicone injections (especially for huge ball size), synthol-based
fattening agents, and miscellaneous pharmaceuticals. The end result was an
impressive lineup of cocky competitors who muscled themselves forward to
display gigantic bulges for adoring judges, sponsors, and fans.

Another fetish group were glute worshippers. These depraved men were abject
slaves to huge freaky ass muscles, with subservient oral compulsions. This
fetish stayed underground for a much longer period of time, with no
contests until late in the century. In the meanwhile, wealthy sponsors
helped athletes gain monstrous glute size and obscene striations. The
appreciative bodybuilders made their glutes available at underground events
organized by the sponsors. Certain sponsors enjoyed being dominant, but
most of the sponsors were kinky oral bottoms. Several prominent sponsors
made plans to satisfy an oral compulsion which they did not talk about, but
which they revealed to each other through indirect allusion. Driven to
satisfy themselves, they enticed a group of uninhibited bodybuilder tops to
indulge their unspoken compulsion in backroom areas at underground parties
(see footnote at end of text).

But the biggest surprise in the new world of bodybuilding were Super Tit
Men competitions that came on the scene around the year 2060. Tit men and
tit boys started out as regular bodybuilders who, little by little, morphed
into freaky muscle tit pigs. They came from two different backgrounds. The
first group started out as hyper-masculine heavyweights and
superheavyweights who were chasing their dream of ever bigger pecs, delts,
and arms. These men used a combination of heavy weights, pharmaceuticals,
and synthol to pack more and more extreme size on to their pecs. Eventually
their pecs became an overwhelming obsession. As for the second group, many
of them came from the gay community. These gay musclemen were fixated on
creating thick, fat protruding nipples on top of big muscled-up pecs. They
lived for admiration and manipulation of these body parts and loved to show
them off on the contest stage. Their fantasy was to create sensuous, huge
muscle breasts that functioned like sexual organs.

Needless to say, this new wave of competitor did not receive a warm welcome
within traditional contest venues. Many organizers were dismayed, although
others responded more positively. One important contest promoter helped
turn the tide of acceptance. Handsome Bull Dunbar was one of the top
promoters. A muscleman himself, Bull loved to be surrounded by men with
enormous pecs. When Dunbar began to promote the concept of separate
contests for tit men, a surprising number of both competitors and judges
rushed to sign up. In 2060, the first series of Super Tit Men competitions
were held in various cities in the United States. The New York, Los
Angeles, and San Francisco shows drew huge attendance, with respectable
attendance in other cities as well.

New pump room equipment and weigh-in procedures were used at the Super Tit
Men contests. Organizers curtained off a private area at the back of the
weigh-in hall to serve as pump room. In addition to standard weights, the
pump room contained pumping harnesses and breast stimulator machines, as
well as nipple pumping cylinders. The most expensive equipment were the
PumpMaster Auto-Stimulator machines.  The PumpMasters were used by a group
of kinky tit men who hogged this equipment for their personal needs.
PumpMasters were the machine of choice for these bulked-up tit freaks
because of the intense pectoral stimulation these units delivered.  This
stimulation felt like full-blown muscle tit masturbation.  This feeling was
addictive, especially in conjunction with penis masturbation and rear-end
anal stimulation which the bodybuilders indulged in at the same time (see
Part 3 for additional reference to Version 9.0 PumpMaster
Auto-Stimulators).  Right behind the pump room was a bathroom with
floor-to-ceiling mirrors where bodybuilders could check themselves out and
pose for each other.

Weigh-in took place early on the day of the contest. Athletes were required
to strip down to their posing trunks. The official reason for weigh-in was
to place contestants in various competition classes based on their weight
and pectoral measurements. But insiders joked that the real purpose of
weigh-in was to provide a convenient setting for muscle worship between
athletes and judges. Judges obtained an amendment to IFFB regulations
permitting physical contact with the athletes in their posing straps. Their
justification was that bodybuilders needed to remove their clothing for
precise weight readings (same as in traditional bodybuilding) and that
judges needed to feel the competitors' physiques in order to accurately
measure their pectoral muscles (a new requirement).

As they approached the weigh-in line, competitors flexed their muscles and
hit poses. Each athlete stepped in front of the first judge, then proceeded
along the line for examination by the other judges. Responding to the feel
of tape measures and hands on their chests, competitors flaunted their pecs
for appreciation by these admiring men and for manipulation.

Each judge has his own technique, based on his own tastes and
interests. Some lingered over the superheavyweight bodybuilders, feeling
mass and hardness in the enormous pecs as they measured the length and
width of the pectoral muscles, touching various parts of the muscle as they
moved the tape back and forth. Other judges attended to the big breasted
men like Military Mike, a huge ex-Marine everyone was talking about. They
cupped, lifted, and fondled the muscle breasts, lingering and massaging as
they maneuvered their tape measure around the circumference of the jutting
organs, letting their hands enjoy the luscious opportunity to feel up the
competitors. Then there were judges who had a nipple fetish. They hungered
for the huge, swollen nipples seen on a number of the athletes. They
brushed against the nipples, pulled on them to see how big they would get,
rubbed them lovingly, struggling not to take the luscious nipples into
their hungry mouths.

Bodybuilders showed intense appreciation for the loving attention and
manipulation. The superheavyweights who had firm masculine pecs loved the
back and forth motion of the judges' hands on their huge pecs. This was the
payoff! They had lifted obscene weights, and had roided and syntholed
themselves to the max, in order to receive exactly this kind of
admiration. They know they were the largest men on the planet
earth. Crowding in front of them were men who lived and existed to worship
their muscles. They felt like they were on top of the world.

The breast and nipple athletes were happy too. They were having their
organs massaged lovingly. Stroked, pulled, plumping them up and rounding
them out for the final competition.

With all the stimulation, weigh-in sometimes got out of control and the
head judge had to step in. Athletes sometimes started leaking muscle milk
from their tits and cocks. One horny judge, a compulsive tit sucker, kept
trying to suck the most enlarged and pumped-up nipples that were on display
in the lineup, especially those which appeared moist with lactation.
Convinced that the other judges and most competitors were just as freaky as
he was, this judge boldly admitted that he was a "nipple whore" who sucked
bodybuilder nipples in public.  But these activities risked a clamp-down by
the IFFB, and were quickly stopped by the head judge in charge.

One of the biggest Super Tit Men was Military Mike, a tatooed ex-Marine. A
tough street fighter and prize-winning heavyweight bodybuilder, Military
Mike shocked the bodybuilding world when he stepped on stage with 60-inch
muscle breasts and gigantic nipples. Mike had become a tit man following an
altercation with some chest studs from his gym. In the shower, these gay
bodybuilders had looked the wrong way at Mike's naked physique and thick
piece of meat. He swung at them when one of these queers announced that he
and his tit buddies loved giving blow jobs to military skinheads with big
meat. It took Mike no time to knock the naked cocksuckers to the shower
floor, punching them in the chest and gut.

But Mike stopped short as he was pounding on these men's muscle breasts and
huge nips. He was excited by the contact. All of a sudden, he was drawn to
their scene. A few days later he went back to the showers to admire their
tits and nipples. This time, when they dropped to their knees, he let them
suck his huge cock. Surrounded by hot muscle whores with gigantic tits,
Mike had a revelation. He wanted to be just like them, only way larger.

Soon he tried a few of their recommendations. One thing led to
another. They introduced him to Dr. Laurens, a pectoral augmentation
specialist, who performed muscle enhancement procedures on advanced
bodybuilders. Dr. Laurens was highly stimulated by Mike's gigantic pecs and
by Mike's obvious compulsion for extreme tit growth. The doctor suggested
multiple augmentation strategies -- for muscle breast development and
nipple expansion -- and Mike eagerly submitted to all procedures and then
begged for more. The doctor and Mike cared about only one thing -- molding
Mike into the world's most enormous tit freak with the most obscenely
morphed muscle breast appearance on the planet earth (see footnote b at end
of Part 3 for more detail on the male morphed breast look).

Within a surprisingly short span of time, an unbelievable transformation
had taken place. Mike stood in front of the mirrors in his bedroom proudly
admiring the shape of his hyper-augmented muscle breasts. He became
addicted to gazing at his pectoral mass in the mirrors...smearing oil on
his giant muscle tits...stretching and pulling his nipples to maximize
their thickness...flexing, posing, and indulging in narcissistic
self-admiration, sometimes masturbating and shooting at the size of his
monster-size organs. Mike was deeply turned on, knowing that he possessed
the biggest muscle breasts and nipples the bodybuilding world had yet to
witness.

Once Mike started competing in Super Tit Men contests, he underwent a
sexual change common among some tit men. His erotic pecs and nipples
electrified his ass. Mike suddenly needed to be pounded hard. He demanded
rough power fucks. And size mattered! He needed giant cocks, even fists, to
satisfy his desires.

"Hey, Mike," said Bull. Bull extended a firm handshake to Mike, and Mike
noticed Bull's big, beautiful hands. "Come over here and meet
Johnson. Johnson is one of the dudes I sponsor. Check him out! Probably the
biggest IFFB competitor on the planet! And definitely the biggest pec
muscles on the planet! Speaking of Johnson's pecs -- Johnson, why are your
pecs so red, dude?"

"No shit, Bull. Your damn judges are to blame, along with your bullshit
weigh-in procedure. Why do you need so many judges at weigh-in? I've been
manipulated by every set of hands at the weigh-in table." As he ranted,
Johnson flexed his exploding pecs, shoving them forward under the gaze of
Bull and Mike. "Every judge was begging to oil me up. But I know already I
am going to win this show! I don't need to suck up to these mealy-mouthed
judges!"

"Don't get too full of yourself, Johnson," said Dunbar. "Yes, you have the
most massive pecs in the IFFB. But sheer size isn't everything. You are an
old fashioned bodybuilder, my friend, and we are in a whole new era. Check
out some of the specimens around here. Best of all, check out the big
melons on this pumped skinhead right here! Mike, stick those babies out for
Johnson!"

"What bullshit," replied Johnson dismissively. "Huge, hard size is king!
Look at my hard, ripped pecs. Biggest in the world! These tit men are queer
bitches. Yeah, they may be fun to have around at contests. But they have no
business winning shows."

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" yelled Military Mike. "Shut your
fucking mouth or forget about stepping on that stage in one piece!"

"Hey, back off dude! I meant the queer little tit boys, not the huge dudes
like you. By the way, speaking of tit boys, where is that tit boy Todd? He
and I got to know each other real well at the last show."

"That tit boy's gone behind the curtain into the pump room already,"
replied Bull. "He insists on being first in line on the tit machines."

"I'll catch up with him in a little while," said Johnson. "See you dudes
later. I need to get my food out of my car. Then I will sniff around and
find that hot tit boy later. I am sure he will be happy to see me."

"Don't worry about Johnson," said Bull, sensing that Mike was down in the
mouth and pissed off after his interchange with Johnson. "I'm not really
sure his pecs are any bigger than yours. Plus look how round and succulent
yours are! Look how far those muscle breasts stick out! Every judge's eyes
will be glued!" As he said this, Bull brushed his hands tenderly over
Mike's breasts, stroking them, tenderly cupping them. And he began to
fondle Mike's engorging nipples. He nudged Mike behind the pump room
curtain for more privacy.

Mike responded to the physical attention. As Bull massaged Mike's pecs,
Mike slipped his posing trunks down to show off his ass and provide access.

"Check out your glutes!" exclaimed Bull.

Then Bull remembered some stories he had heard. One of the tit queens,
Bradley, had made some references. Something about Crisco splattered all
over one of the toilet stalls after the last contest. Then something about
an after hours club where Bradley hung out in San Francisco. Bradley said
he thought he saw Military Mike there. Crisco again and a sling at the back
of the club.

Bull slid his hands down Mike's crack to investigate for himself. He
slapped Mike's huge glute muscles, and pulled them apart, and Mike
cooperated by spreading wide. As Bull slipped his fingers inside, Mike
welcomed Bull into a hot, loose, sloppy hole. Mike was greased up, ready
for action.

"It's true," thought Bull. "This tatooed skinhead needs big fists up his
ass." As Bull pressed his hands against Mike's open hole, Mike reached back
to pull his ass cheeks even wider. "There's more Crisco in the bag. Open me
up and fill me."

"Not now, Mike," said Bull. "Look, Todd is down at the other end of the
pump room on one of the machines. He can see us. You've got to compete soon
and I've got to judge. I will look for you later."

Mike pulled his posing trunks back up, and he wondered if he and Bull would
be getting together later.

Part 2: Johnson and Todd As Bull Dunbar and Mike left the pump room,
Johnson came blasting in.

"Hey, Todd," said Johnson when he entered the pump room. "What are you up
to? I know, I don't need to ask. You're on one of those fucking machines!
What a pussy! You need to lift some weights like I do. As he was insulting
Todd, Johnson grabbed a weight bench, pulled it close to Todd, and was
getting ready to load up a barbell with heavy weights.

"Hey, Johnson," said Todd. "Before you stick those weights on there, pull
the bench even closer. I want a view right up between your legs. And pull
those sweat pants off, dude! Oh yeah, you've got my favorite posing trunks
on! You remembered from last year and you're wearing them again! I serviced
your basket out of those and you shot a big load in my mouth! Oh Johnson,
come closer!"

"Don't tell me what to do, you bossy bitch. Yeah, I know you just got your
college degree, but stop acting like Mr. Hot-Shot Executive in Charge!" But
meanwhile, Johnson was doing exactly what his tit boy asked him to do.

In truth, Johnson was a sight to behold spread out on the bench in nothing
more than Todd's favorite posing trunks. From Todd's vantage point: two
huge quad muscles, topped off by a succulent big bulge, and beyond the
bulge, two heaving pecs expanding from the pump of the weights. Johnson
possessed the freakiest pec muscles Todd had ever seen.

Todd started breathing heavier, while his own tits were being manipulated
by the stimulator machine. "What an honor, Johnson! Spread those legs so I
can look at that cock of yours swelling up! Pump those pecs up! Pump 'em!
They're the biggest in the world, and here they are right in front of me!"

"I'm the biggest alright," said Johnson. "So you like what you see?"
Between sets, Johnson stood up and flexed his pecs right into Todd's
face. Then he proceeded to adjust his swelling cock inside his posing
trunks, fondling his own member as he reached down. Todd stared hungrily at
pecs and cock.

"Come closer to my machine, Johnson," said Todd.

"Oh, so you want to suck? What do you want to suck first?"

"Your pecs. No, your cock. I can't decide. Feed me!"

And Johnson approached Todd and positioned a huge pec muscle right up
against Todd's gaping lips. First Todd licked all over Johnson's left pec,
then he slobbered all over Johnson's right pec. His lips sucked Johnson's
pecs wildly, just as if he were giving a hot blow job on a huge cock.

"Suck those big pecs! Suck 'em! That feels SOOO good!" moaned
Johnson. "Suck 'em, you tit sucker!"

"Turn the power up higher on my machine," yelled Todd. "I need the volume
cranked up while I suck."

"Yeah, you tit whore! Let's crank it up." Johnson turned the knob up as
high as it would go, making Todd scream with pleasure. Todd resumed sucking
like a maniac on Johnson's exploding pecs.

Then Johnson stood back to make Todd beg like a whore. "You tit whore,
you're stuck on that machine and can't move! Stick your tongue out and beg
for my pecs, tit sucker!"

"Please feed me your pecs," moaned Todd. And he opened his mouth wide like
a hungry slut and moved his tongue around wildly, sticking it out
obscenely, begging for more pec meat. The machine continued pounding Todd's
tits.

"Suck 'em, you whore," Johnson said, as he allowed Todd's hungry mouth
another feeding.

Then Johnson tried to reach down and feel Todd's ass but the machine was in
the way. All of a sudden, Johnson wanted to fuck.

But before he fucked him, Johnson wanted to tease Todd and play around with
his hot tits. Johnson loved the fantasy of Todd as a bitch whore strapped
inside the machine. Ever since last year, Johnson had sexual fantasies with
images of Todd's tits sticking out of the pumping harness and his nipples
protruding out from the cups. Suddenly, he turned the machine off. He
loosened the straps and cups on Todd and told him to stand up. He started
to think about how he loved to move Todd in and out of the harness and
stimulator cups.

"Let me readjust this harness on you, Todd. I love to pull your muscle
breasts through the harness straps." Johnson showed a tender, loving side.

"Hey, Todd. Wow, they hardly squeeze through. Oh, that's beautiful, my
boy. I'm getting so hard. Now, let's snap the cups on, but let me feel you
up first. Look at your muscle breasts expanding their size from my
touch. And I love the way these cups have an opening for your big nipples
to stick through. Let me tug your sweet nipples!"

As he squeezed the nipples, Johnson leaned over and put his tongue into
Todd's mouth. He kissed Todd passionately, over and over again, as he
continued to pull on Todd's nipples, fondling them, stretching them,
pulling, squeezing, pulling.

And now he was ready to fuck Todd's ass.

"Oh, keep manipulating me!" screamed Todd.

"But I am ready to fuck you," said Johnson.

"Oh, I am ready for that too," said Todd.

Johnson yanked Todd off the machine and pulled Todd into his arms. Pulling
Todd's breasts against his own huge pecs and kissing him passionately,
Johnson reached around and put both hands on Todd's hot ass. "Let me feel
your pussy, you tit whore!"

Todd turned around, spread his ass cheeks wide, and backed himself up
against Johnson's huge member. Johnson clutched Todd's huge muscle breasts
as he inserted himself into Todd. He slid slowly and tenderly into Todd's
ass. Todd swayed up and down and back and forth, squeezing tight, then
opening up, as he sought the deepest possible penetration.

Johnson continued with a tender touch. He pushed in slowly, tenderly,
firmly, moving in and out, in and out. Todd moaned with contentment. But
after a while, Todd needed to be hit harder.

"Pound me", said Todd, as he squeezed and then released his ass cheeks
hungrily. "I need it bad!"

"Oh, yeah, you tit whore. I'm going to fuck you hard now."

"Oh yeah fuck me hard!" screamed Todd. "Let me feel that huge cock all the
way inside." Todd loosened his ass and jolted back on to Johnson's huge
cock. "I'm your fucking tit whore!" he screamed.

"Now pull on my nipples! Hard!" Todd was starting to issue commands. And
his nipples did the trick for both men. Within minutes of Johnson beginning
to pull wildly on Todd's nipples as he fucked him, both men shot off huge
wads at the same time.

Part 3: Chuck and Mike As Johnson was pulling his cock out of Todd's ass, a
group of competitors entered the pump room. No surprise to catch Todd with
his ass in the air, but Johnson was straight -- well, he considered himself
straight as did the other bodybuilders. So Johnson hurriedly put on his
sweat pants and left the pump room through a back door.

Among the competitors who came into the pump room were some of the most
notorious tit boys.

"Well, Todd," said Jeremy, "you're getting some early action today."

"Lucky you, you got fucked by one of the big boys," said Bradley, who was
very feminine.

The tit boys strapped themselves into their machines and continued to make
small talk.

Two straight bodybuilders, Chuck and Marcus, also entered the pump room
just as Todd and Johnson were finishing up. "Did you see what I saw?" said
Chuck.

"I don't want to believe it," said Marcus. "Johnson's a real pussy
chaser. Is he going after this kind of pussy too?"

"This is fucking my mind up," said Chuck. "And look at those queers lined
up on those machines! With all this shit going on, I'm ready to go back to
regular bodybuilding!"

"No, you won't do that. You're too into your own pecs to give this scene
up. Just like me."

"Yeah, you're right," said Chuck. "We fuck chicks and stay away from these
tit boys. But how about the thrill of posing our massive pecs for these
judges and fans!"

"Exactly," said Marcus. "It's totally hot competing in these shows. Hey,
there's some big mirrors in the bathroom! Let's check it out." Five minutes
later, Chuck and Marcus were stripped, oiled, and posing for each other in
the bathroom mirrors.

"Look how freaky my pecs are after that last cycle," said Marcus. His pecs
were sweaty, veiny, ripped, and shimmering in oil. "Oh yeah, check out my
veins! Check out my ripped striations and cuts!"

"Hell yeah, they do look hot!" said Chuck. "But look at mine! All the
fucking synthol that fag doctor injected in me! He made me explode all
over! Look at how thick and full I look from every angle!" Chuck began
posing obscenely in the mirror as he splattered more oil on his pecs and
then cupped and rubbed them with both hands. "Look at this fat ridge of
muscle I have on top! And look at how they flop out on the side when I do a
side chest pose!"

"Ridge of fat and flopping out is right," said Marcus. "Dude, you and that
doctor went overboard with the synthol. Big fat melons is what you have!
Compare that to these tight veins and cuts I've got! That's what these
judges want to see!" Marcus put more oil on his pecs and continued to
display his veins and cuts in the mirror.

"No, not these judges," said Chuck. "The fatter the better for them. I
can't wait to show off these big babies to those slobbering muscle
worshippers!" As he pictured judges salivating underneath his monstrous
pecs, Chuck's cock began to bulge inside his posing trunks.

"Don't get a hard-on, Chuck. You'll cream your new posing trunks. God damn,
you're beginning to sound like Military Mike. That dude used to get a lot
of respect. Now look at him."

"Mike's OK," said Chuck. "He's a tough son-of-a-bitch and I advise you not
to make any comments to his face. Honestly, I think he's going to win this
show. That asshole Johnson thinks he has the contest in the bag, but Mike's
going to surprise him. Mike's got prize winning pecs from all his years in
bodybuilding and now that chest doctor has been doing procedures on him. I
saw Mike in the pump room. Holy shit! He's packin' two giant mounds of hot
bulged-out pec meat! That's exactly the kind of juiced-up muscle that's
gonna drive this audience wild! Expecially those pec-sucking queers sitting
at the judging table!"

"Dude, you REALLY ARE sounding weird! Tough son-of-bitch? I'm not sure. I
think he's a big fruitcake with tits larger than any stripper I've ever
seen!  Dude, did you know Bradley saw Mike on the PumpMasters working his
tits while he was jerking his cock!  So you want some of those muscle
breasts yourself? Should I sign you up for some augmentation with
Dr. Laurens?

"Well, yeah. After what I've seen Dr. Laurens do for Mike, I actually have
benn thinking about going to see him. I've got the winter to move on it if
I decide to proceed before the next contest season."

Then Military Mike entered the bathroom. "Is Bull Dunbar back here?"

"No, haven't seen him," replied Chuck. "Are you getting tight with Bull?
Isn't he sponsoring that asshole Johnson?"

"Yes, Johnson is his man. But he and I were hanging out in the pump room --
and um, I was posing for him."

"Hanging out in the pump room?" asked Marcus. "Along the same lines as we
caught Johnson and Todd hanging out in the pump room?"

"Say Mike," said Chuck. "Take you shirt off and come over here by the
mirrors."

Military Mike was happy to oblige. As Mike pulled out his massive pecs from
beneath his sweats, Chuck gasped and handed him some oil. Mike started
oiling himself up.

"Do you really call those pecs?" said Marcus. "That looks like science
fiction, not bodybuilding."

"Well, I AM building my body!" responded Mike.

"That's true," said Chuck. "And you've got exactly what the judges and fans
want to see. Show me what you've got, dude!"

And Chuck sat transfixed in front of Mike who posed his 60-inch tits in the
mirror. "Watch me oil these motherfuckers up!" said Mike. "Look how fucking
HOT they are when they're pumped and oiled! I could show these babies off
24 hours a day! Dr. Laurens himself digs watching me pose. Plus, he's lined
me up to guest pose at his augmentation seminar he's scheduling for his
bodybuilder clients."

Mike's cock got hard inside his posing trunks as he pictured himself on a
posing platform at the augmentation seminar posing his 60-inch tits for a
room full of tit-obsessed bodybuilders. He envisioned the bodybuilders
crowding forward to get close to him. Then he saw himself stepping off the
platform and inviting the men to personally touch him, to feel his massive
development, to physically examine the full extent of his augmentation.

"Dudes! Here's the oil!" Mike fantasized. "Oil my pecs up! Oil `em!"
Stimulated by his fans feeling him up and oiling him, Mike started thinking
about some kinky items that were in his gym bag: can of Crisco, his butt
plug, some poppers, and his nipple pumping machine. So Mike circled through
the crowd for a few minutes, then he stepped away from the crowd to a
private area behind the posing platform. Mike found what he was looking
for. He greased his ass with Crisco when no one was looking, inserted his
butt plug into his hole underneath his posing trunks, took several hits of
poppers, and machine pumped his nipples.

With pecs extended and nipples bulging, Mike plunged back into his crowd of
fans.

"Dudes," he yelled out. "Check out the biggest, freakiest pecs on the
planet earth!" As Mike's fans elbowed their way forward to feel his
pectoral muscles and gigantic nipples, Mike allowed the men plenty of time
to work him over with their hands, all the while squeezing his ass back and
forth on the butt plug inside his hole.

In his fantasy, Mike was on the verge of coming inside his posing
trunks. And then a huge freaky topman in the crowd started pulling on
Mike's nipples. "Yeah, buddy." Mike whispered in his ear. "Work `em! Pull
on `em! Harder, dude! Yeah, pull right now. Oh yeah! While you tug on them,
I'm going to squeeze and pump this big dildo in my ass! Oh dude, I am
coming! Ahhhhhhh!"

Even after imagining himself shooting, Mike's fantasy continued in his
mind. Every bodybuilder in the room wanted to touch his chest. A hundred
pair of hungry hands reaching out for his pecs! An orgy of pec oiling, pec
squeezing, and even some kinky nipple action as he made his way through the
room! A hundred bodybuilders with embarrassing hard-ons packed inside of
tight baskets! Dr. Laurens standing next to Mike and beaming with pride!
The doctor yelling out, "Just wait for next year!" And then -- on a screen
above the posing platform -- huge morped illustrations of Mike with massive
70-inch tits! Then obscene illustrations of Mike morphed out to 80 inches!
To 90 INCHES!

As bodybuilders gasped at the morphed imagery, Dr Laurens flipped the
screen to show images of Mike's pecs being mechanically
manipulated. "Additional support and stimulation is necessary at these huge
dimensions!" the doctor yelled out. The new illustrations were kinky and
extreme, showing Mike being power-milked inside enormous PumpMaster units.
The PumpMaster had been designed for the dairy industry, but subsequently
adapted by Dr. Laurens and a team of veterinarians and physicians for
autoerotic stimulation of human breasts, including male muscle tits that
had been grossly expanded for sexual usage. The PumpMasters shown in these
images were specifically Version 9.0 Super-Slut PumpMasters, which were
used by female strippers as well as by male bodybuilder tit freaks.
90-inches of freaky chest meat being masturbated inside Super-Slut
PumpMasters was the limit of what Mike's fans could handle! Bodybuilders
lost control and creamed in their pants throughout the audience!

But back to the reality in front of him. Mike realized Chuck was watching
his dick swelling up inside his posing trunks. So Mike adjusted his basket,
smoothing his boner into a big, even, round bulge. Chuck's tongue was
hanging out and his eyes were moving back and forth between Mike's cock and
his huge tits.

"I'm exploding all over!" yelled Mike. "Check it out, dude. Watch my
nipples blow up when I put these suction cups on!" Mike stopped posing so
he could squeeze each nipple into an enormous suction cup. He pulled and
pumped the cups, staring at himself in the mirror: pulling, squeezing,
tugging, pumping. In a few minutes, he snapped the cups off. Chuck gasped
at the obscene, blown-up nipples. They looked like medium sized penises
stuck onto Military Mike's pecs.

Having stimulated his nipples into huge sex organs, Mike couldn't keep his
cock from swelling into a giant mega-boner which almost burst out his
posing trunks. Mike stroked his basket as he observed Chuck kneeling closer
and staring directly at his cock. "Hell yeah, man, I'm huge! Check it out,
dude!" Chuck responded by reaching forward and yelling out, "Huge is right!
Those trunks are too small for your meat! Here, let's pull them off! Oh, my
God! Look at the size...!" Then Chuck stopped talking. He stretched his
lips wide open, allowing Mike to slip his hard dick all the way to the back
of Chuck's throat.

Marcus was disgusted. He left the bathroom to return to the pump room. Just
as he left, Bull Dunbar entered the bathroom.

"Hey guys," said Bull. "I need to take a piss. Chuck! No way! Damn! It
never ceases to amaze me how many unexpected meat eaters there are around
here. Sorry to interrupt your delicious protein snack, but you better
follow Marcus up front. Your class is up soon. You need to get up front
fast!"

"Shit," said Chuck, as Mike's cock slipped out of his mouth. As soon as
Chuck departed, Military Mike pulled his Crisco out of his gym bag and
slipped into the most remote toilet stall. "Here Bull, I am down here on
the end," said Mike in a low voice.

"OK," said Bull. "Good timing. Let me finish this piss while I stroke this
cock with these huge hands! God, that feels good. I am pissing like a
horse! Grease your ass up real good. And pull that big hole wide open. I'll
be right down."

Notes and Addenda

footnote (a) page 1 of Part 1: There were no limits to the action at
underground parties organized for glute men. Bodybuilders lined up at
posing stations for deep rimming. Raunch-minded sponsors waited by the rest
rooms so they could rim out bodybuilders who had just finished taking a
dump. And late at night, a group of even more depraved sponsors (known as
the "toilet club") stripped down to jock straps and drugged themselves up
on poppers. They waited in toilet stalls, begging to be used as
full-service toilets by bodybuilders with massive loads of piss and shit to
dump.

Some of the bodybuilders were horny bottoms themselves. Addicted to extreme
glute development in themselves and in their fellow competitors, these
athletes not only liked to get fucked and fisted, but they sucked other
competitors asses at the posing stations, and sometimes joined the toilet
club for full-load bodybuilder piss and shit deliveries.

footnote (b) page 3 of Part 1: Military Mike showed Dr. Laurens videos (see
below) of a chest man from his gym who was a bantamweight bodybuilder of
smaller size and weight, but who could be considered a "tit freak" as the
videos demonstrate. This tit man, who often exhibited his pecs in public
and who was rumored to allow muscle worshippers to oil and suck his pecs in
private, served as an initial model for Mike's chest expansion. In
actuality, Mike surpassed the achievements of this tit man many times
over. When Mike reached his largest muscle breast size (at 82 inches), he
was at least five times larger than what is observable in the videos of
this tit man. Mike also achieved extreme nipple growth, which is not
evident in the videos of this chest man. It is useful to look at this live
model in order to understand the psychology of dedicated tit men and how
they pursued their addiction to extreme tit growth. To see this actual tit
man, go to YouTube and type in one of the following (if they are still
available):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVUbkKYbQVA" Esta Ai A Resposta

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XBq0CrJnPo" Para Os Meus Criticos

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o0_3QEnrlQ" Rodrigo Ferraz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1MUhAFjyMc" Rodrigo Ferraz Translated

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0suvlx3ehJ4" Synthol Abuse definitely not a bodybuilder Rodrigo Ferraz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFFfI2vo3YA" Maior Trapezio de Curitiba

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UReAFA7TZx4" So seu Seminovos Rodrigo Ferraz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNe7hjiw3c4" O Maior Trapezio de Curitiba no ChatRoulette

Esta Ai A Reposta shows Rodrigo's tits inside tight muscle tank tops. In
particular, the blue Calvin Klein shirt shows impressive stacked muscle
breast appearance on this beginner tit man. Synthol Abuse shows Rodrigo
squeezing his muscle breasts through a tight white tank top and then
removing the tank top to demonstrate roundness and fullness of
augmentation. Rodrigo Ferraz has a hot sequence (very short) of Rodrigo
feeling himself up; he also bounces his muscle breasts several times in
this video. Trapezio provides pectoral closeup shots by an obvious muscle
worshipper. Rodrigo feels himself up a little bit, possibly in preparation
for pec sucking by the cameraman. Of all the videos, So Seu has the most
gay sensibility, with Rodrigo dancing (gay stripper style), flexing his
pecs for the camera in closeup shots, and feeling himself up. Rodrigo
Ferraz ChatRoulette features everyday admirers of muscle tits, showing the
widespread interest in this form of bodybuilding in mid twenty-first
century.

For a realistic understanding of the tit man community during the era of
the Super Tit Man contests, it is helpful - while watching these videos -
to create your own obscene fantasy images of substantially larger morphed
muscle breasts and huge protruding nipples. Your own images should be
according to your own tastes and interests (for example, huge traditional
bodybuilder pecs versus hyper-augmented muscle breasts and/or nipples). The
beginner tit man in these videos gives only a partial taste of the huge
size and shape tit men ultimately were able to create around the year 2060
and later. Eventually we will attempt to provide actual illustrations of
Super Tit Man competitors along with back-stage photos and videos of
athletes oiling up and engaging in other back-stage activities, including
private actions. Illustrators who are willing to contribute to this effort
should email the moderator of this site indicating their skills and
interest, along with an example of their work.