Second place ain't good enough - part 1

The greatest possible honor for a professional bodybuilder is, without a shadow of a doubt, to win the Mr. Olympia competition. Winning this prestigious event is a dream that only a few people actually manage to turn into a reality. You need to train hard for a good chunk of your life to even be allowed to stand on this great stage. You must build your body to near perfection. And that’s precisely what Phil has been doing for the last 17 years. He’s worked like a madman to achieve this ambitious dream, not stopping for a fraction of a second to even consider the sacrifices he had to make along the way. At 36 years old, he managed to stand proud on the Olympia stage and display his marvelous physique to the entire world. Every single pose was executed masterfully. He flexed his muscles like never before, making sure to show everyone every minuscule detail of his godlike musculature. He was definitely very impressive. But so were the other competitors. It was pretty clear that this year would be very hard to determine a winner.

Under the bright spotlights of the enormous arena, Phil simply looked like he was carved out of marble: 6 foot 6 inches tall and 265 lbs of prime male beef, wide shoulders, striated beyond belief, a thick neck supported by superb trap muscles, huge bulging pecs, perfectly shaped biceps and triceps, a gorgeous 6-pack rivaling any mountain range, with obliques curving down to his immense package. The thick quads swept out nearly as wide as his deltoids and his calves balanced out them with insane definition. In addition to all that he had the most beautiful ebony paper-thin skin which made every striation and every pulsing vein even more splendid to look at. He was incredibly huge and aesthetically unbeatable, a true black god sporting a massive bulge that threatened to break out of his trunks with every movement. He was bald and had a goatee, brown eyes and a chiseled jawline. After he finished posing, the crowd cheered and the judges looked as pleased as they could possibly be with a contestant. The girls in the audience were especially loud during Phil’s display as they could not control themselves in the presence of such a huge black alpha male. Basically everyone was convinced he was going to win. But there was one more competitor to go. And, to Phil’s horror, it was Rocko Metavia. He was relatively new to the sport of bodybuilding, at least compared to a veteran like Phil. But this guy managed to get very far in just a few years, eventually securing a place at the Olympia. Just a couple of months earlier, he looked significantly smaller than Phil, but now he was beyond jacked. He was a couple of inches taller and only about 25 lbs larger, but the differences between them were simply breathtaking. Rocko practically surpassed Phil in every possible way, becoming the supreme muscle monster of the Olympia. Every single movement he made was simply phenomenal. Every slab of hard beef was so thick and full of vigor it was almost scary. He flexed his muscles and the crowd cheered louder than ever before.  Even though the girls weren’t as vocal this time, mainly because his bulge wasn’t particularly large, the judges surely were very impressed. He finished his routine and waved to the audience like he already won, sporting a large grin on his face. In that moment Phil knew he was going to lose. And that’s precisely what happened. Rocko got the first place and Phil got the second. And that’s how this year’s Mr. Olympia ended, with the image of Rocko flexing his monstrous biceps one last time for the fans while Phil looked with disappointment at his own body, realizing it wasn’t good enough.

After the show, he went back to his locker room and simply stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. His sadness was overwhelming. He got so close but still lost to a newbie like Rocko. He didn’t even bother getting dressed. After a little while the door opened and Megan entered the room with her usual catlike grace. Megan was Phil’s manager and long time friend. She was a hot brunette with long legs and a bad attitude. She was only a couple years younger than Phil. Megan always had nice big boobs naturally, but got implants the moment she could afford them anyway. In her line of work, a busty woman is someone who couldn’t be ignored and that gave her power. She had the first surgery about 10 years ago. Ever since that day she kept regularly upgrading them to bigger sizes, eventually surpassing most pornstars in that regard. These beautiful orbs had helped her many times in her career, making for convincing arguments when negotiating with sponsors on behalf of Phil. She had a nicely toned physique as well. As a matter of fact, she could easily be a fitness influencer if she ever wanted to, but she didn’t care for such things. This girl was all about the money and the big decisions. “Hey big man, you gotta hear me out. I did some digging and it seems that… Wait, what the hell’s the matter with you? You just won second place at the freakin’ Olympia? Why the long face?” she said as she slammed the door behind her. “Yeah well... I didn’t win the first place so... Guess I gotta try again next year.” the big man said with a sigh. “Listen, you were great all right? The only reason you lost is because that Rocko guy cheated. As I was saying, I did some digging backstage and I found out how he managed to get so big in such a short time. You ready? Here is the fucker’s secret!” she said as she pulled out a small bottle full of white pills. “This shit is responsible for his rapid growth. He took it regularly during the last few months and trained like a fucking race horse. It’s a very potent drug made out of some reptile’s blood or tissue or some shit.” Megan explained. Phil picked up the bottle and looked at it with genuine curiosity. “Megan, did you take this from Rocko’s locker?” asked Phil. “Maybe. You know me, darlin’. I always find a way to get what I want. So here’s my plan: today we celebrate your second place and tomorrow we start preparing for the next Olympia. I’ll find out where they make this stuff and get you more. We’ll also... Whoa whoa what are you doin’, big boy?” she said as she witnessed Phil opening the bottle and dumping all of the pills straight into his mouth without even blinking. He was so upset he wasn’t thinking straight. He wanted to see what would happen if he took the whole damn bottle at once. If Rocko got so big using only one or two pills per day, he would surely become even bigger after taking a few dozen in one go.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Phil? Why did you do that?” Megan yelled as her client dropped the bottle and looked directly at her. A few seconds later, he started to feel an intense heat emanating from inside his body. “Shit!! I think It’s… working…” he tried to say as his body started expanding in every direction. His muscles felt like they were on fire as they grew bigger, thicker and way more shredded that they ever were. His biceps became as big as bowling balls, his massive pecs doubled in size and his 6-pack evolved into a thick and glorious 8-pack. The shoulders and triceps grew enormously big as well, adjusting themselves to compliment the rest of the ebony beef that was now added onto Phil’s body. His quads became so massive they were twice as thick as Megan’s torso, his calves became 3 times larger and his glutes were now so hard they could be mistaken for granite blocks. Every vein on Phil’s body reached the size of a pencil while some of them were even thicker, like the ones on his biceps or forearms. His traps and lats grew so much Phil would have no way of getting out through the door the way he came in. The big man moaned louder as the transformation came closer to its conclusion. The last growth surge made Phil’s posing trunks explode and his already big cock burst out, growing from its 9 inches to a whopping 15 and becoming thicker than Megan’s forearm. His big black balls grew too, now each of them being larger than Megan’s fist. Megan watched in complete silence as her client grew from a massive bodybuilder to a muscle behemoth. She could barely believe what she was seeing. He was so big now he made his former self look completely unimpressive. He was a black muscle god. His cock became instantly hard after the transformation concluded and it started leaking pre like a kitchen sink. It was clear to Megan that Phil didn’t get any taller, but he packed on an enormous amount of bulk and his cock became the embodiment of every woman’s wet dream.

“Holy shit!!” was the only thing Megan’s mouth could let out. “You’re fucking enormous!” she continued after a couple of seconds, still having a hard time processing what just happened. She got closer and put her hands on his massive chest. The masses of black meat on his pecs felt like she was touching a concrete wall. “So fucking thick!! So big and strong!” she said as she went lower and began caressing his mind-bending set of abs. Phil didn’t say a word. He was still stunned after the transformation, even though his body felt incredible. His muscles were slowly pulsating with every breath he took. Megan’s hands continued to go lower until they reached his monster black cock. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!! Such a big black monster cock! I knew you were hung before, but this cock is simply ridiculous!” she said as she got on her knees to take a closer look at Phil’s throbbing meatpole. She started gently stroking it as more and more pre leaked out right before her eyes. Phil looked down at his manager as she was worshipping his veiny cock like it was the first one she ever saw one. It was hard to for him to see her because of the insane size of his pecs, but he could definitely feel what she was doing down there. He hit a double biceps pose in order to check out his new gains. Saying he was loving his huge muscles would be an understatement. “Fuck yeah!! Meg, check out these guns!” he said to his manager as he flexed his biceps harder, making them swell and throb even more. Megan barely managed to let go of the monster cock to look up at Phil’s bulging biceps. “How about we check out how much mass I put on?” he said with a childish grin. Megan stood up and gently put her hand on his huge bicep. She could almost feel the blood flowing through those monstrously thick veins. “Well, I guess you got me pretty curious too. Get on the scale and let’s see!” Phil did just that. Megan bit her lips as she watched the black muscle monster walk towards the scale and carefully step on it. He was so large and heavy that the scale broke as soon as he put the second leg on it. “Damn thing broke! Oh right… If I remember correctly, these models can’t go over 500 lbs. Hey Meg, where can we get…” he managed to say as he turned around, only to find a naked Megan shamelessly rubbing her wet pussy. “Stop worrying about nonsense, dear! You’re easily the biggest mass monster in this fucking building! Now get over here and give me that big black cock!” she said with a cock crazed look in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than for her hung muscular colossus to wreck her slutty holes with his monster rod. When he saw Megan’s gorgeous body in all its naked glory, his cock started shaking and leaking pre like it had a mind of its own. Now he only wanted to ram his hard meat deep inside her and make her scream like the bad bitch she is. This was also the perfect opportunity to test out his new and improved body. After all, if he managed to put Megan in her place, he would have no problem winning the Olympia next year and showing Rocko who’s the real man!