Adipose Adonis

Alexander’s days were an eternal cycle of flexing in front of the mirror and hoisting heavy weights, sculpting his temple of a body into godlike proportions. He stood before his reflection, his eyes tracing the contours of his adonis-like body. Each flex of his chiseled abs sent waves of pleasure through his veins as he rejoiced in his own image.

His measurements were so insane he could hardly believe it himself. His shoulders were broad enough that they barely fit through some doors. His arms were so sculpted they looked like a Ken doll. And his glutes, firm and tantalizing, were so shapely they evoked stares from men and women alike on a regular basis. His body was the epitome of perfection. But as winter approached, he knew he needed something more. Something… bigger and more grandiose.

It started innocently enough, a small transgression of his disciplined diet. A burger here, a bucket of chicken wings there. At first he told himself it was just a means to enhance his gains. A dirty bulk, as they would say online. Fast food was his secret weapon, loaded with protein and calories. According to the message boards the extra calories would fuel his muscles, transforming him into a mountainous being. So he embraced it, reluctant yet eager to unlock this new path to greatness.

Originally it was just one or two fast food runs a week and then it became more frequent. Each succulent meal from a new spot left him craving more. It didn’t take long before the greasy offerings became an addiction. Alexander used to look down on people who ate this junk. He’d regard his flabby coworkers with disgust, waddling around the office with a greasy bag of slop on their lunch break. But now he understood the appeal, the sinful delight of all those greasy calories, the unprecedented rush of pleasure with each mouthful. Besides, he would never look like those piles of mashed potatoes he worked with, not with his impeccable base of muscle mass.

Alexander’s stomach got used to being stretched wide with artery clogging foods. His body would throb with anticipation, muscles straining in excitement, as he waited in line at the drive through or the grocery store. Something had switched and food was now more than sustenance; it was a seductive mistress beckoning him toward the path of indulgence. His strength did increase along the way, but his appetite grew insatiable. It was a wicked game of give and take, pushing his body to ever-increasing limits while succumbing to the temptation of hedonistic indulgence. Little did he know, this twisted love affair with fast food would lead him down a path he never expected.

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Alexander stood in front of the mirror, admiring his newfound voluptuousness. A softness now filled the hollows of his once-hewn muscles, encasing them in a layer of gooey indulgence. His body, once defined with ripples of steel, now bore the weight of a heavy fifty pounds of pure unabashed fat. The once chiseled lines of his abs were now hidden beneath a soft layer of padding that threatened to droop into an overhang after every oversized meal. His lean thighs now pressed together with a thick and malleable layer of chub. And of course, his ass was a sight to behold more than ever before. Those curvaceous glutes were now creamy and supple with fat, jiggling with every step he took. They were dimpled with cellulite and could hardly be contained by either his jeans or his boxer briefs. His heaping body was a testament to his dedication to the art of dirty bulking.

Alexander's girthy reflection in the mirror taunted and enticed him simultaneously. His fingers traced the new contours of his curvier physique, eliciting a strange mix of pride and arousal. The squishy bounce of his new curves were a foreign sensation that delighted him. He enjoyed the sheer mass and the manner in which he took up more space. He felt heavy and large, reveling in the sensuousness of his bulky new physique.

He flexed his arms, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. The visage in the mirror whispered to him, seductive and enticing. Alexander could feel desire coursing through his veins, his body responding to the sight of his own gluttony. His cock began to stiffen. It rose higher and higher as he flexed his arms against the softening curves of his chest and the developing fat rolls on his sides. His forearms tensed, showing every vein and muscle, as he gripped his own voluptuous love handles. A dribble of pre cum oozed from his erection as he squeezed and rubbed his hands over every inch of himself.

Standing there, basking in the warm glow of his own beauty, a thought invaded Alexander's mind. What if he could share this newfound bulk with someone else? A partner who would gasp in delight at the sight of his round belly, his shapely thighs, and of course, his glorious bubble butt. The idea of someone worshiping his girth excited Alexander. He was ready to embrace his plumpened form and explore the depths of his own thick sensuality. With anticipation in his heart and confidence in his step, Alexander set out to share his bountiful body with the world.

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Alexander stomped through the bustling pulse of the city during the cold winter months. His coat barely contained his fresh girth. He headed to a small divey gay bar, dimly lit with a red light and surprisingly bustling for a Thursday night. He made his way towards the bar counter, his presence immediately captivating the attention of various patrons. He removed his coat and proudly pressed his belly against the counter while ordering a beer and a shot of whiskey. The waist of his jeans failed to conceal a good two inches of flubbery ass crack that had all the men drooling over him from behind. Little did they know that Alexander had also blown out the thighs of his jeans and when he sat down everyone would get a full view.

Before he had a chance to grab a seat at a table, Alexander saw him. A young muscle stud glistened in the shadows at the far end of the bar. He flashed Alexander a tantalizing grin. Alexander approached the beauty, a coy smile playing on his lips. And without uttering a single word, their eyes locked in mutual understanding. Alexander didn’t have to say much, he just stepped close enough that his gut grazed against the other man’s T-shirt. They introduced themselves knowing that names didn’t matter. Nevertheless, Alexander enjoyed that the guy’s name- Troy. It matched his Grecian features and statuesque physique.

Troy’s hands immediately found their way to Alexander’s love handles and belly. The dark glare in his eyes communicated his lust for Alexander’s swollen body. Alexander relished the man’s eager touch and went in for a kiss ten minutes into their conversation. Troy gripped a succulent handful of ass fat and melted into Alexander’s immense corpulence as their tongues intertwined. Each man was growing a red hot erection that yearned for a soft warm hole.

Alexander felt like a gooey demigod as Troy’s voracious libido had him nearly dry humping the larger man’s juicy rolls of flesh. Troy jiggled Alexander’s fat belly and puffy pecs, his hands slid between Alexander’s swampy ass cheeks, his tongue lapped at Alexander’s burgeoning double chin. He even discovered the hole in Alexander’s crotch, allowing fluffy thighs to bulge outward and kiss the testosterone-laden air.

Alexander took in every touch, every taste, as the muscle stud worshiped his husky form. Their bodies became enmeshed in the corner of the bar, moving in a symphony of pleasure and indulgence, their soft moans and grunts blending harmoniously with the heavy club music of the bar. The action elicited drooling lascivious onlookers who would have paid to see the finale. Instead, Troy mentioned something about a back room and lead Alexander down a dark hallway and through a dilapidated wooden door.

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Alexander exited the bar feeling like an absolute god. In a matter of thirty minutes he had picked up the most gorgeous man in the gay bar who showered his body with affection and sucked him off in the back room. He emerged into the outside world looking disheveled, his belly flopping out from under his tee, his coat unable to really protect his girth, and a developing waddle that he wasn’t even fully aware of. However, he glowed with such confidence that the gay men entering the bar gazed upon him like a celebrity. Even the straight women nearby eyed him hungrily. Alexander was a molten hunk of absolute beauty and sex that was impossible to ignore.

He walked down the sidewalk with shoulders back and belly forward, his strong features glittering under streetlights. His cock was sated, but his hunger for indulgence was not yet appeased. He didn’t just need to keep his body large and imposing, he needed it to keep growing. He needed mass. Alexander yearned to grow larger and more desirable than ever before. With more size would come more adoration, more sex from men like Troy, more fawning acolytes of his mountain of mass. He chuckled to himself as he stepped up to the burger shack and pondered how much food he could put away in one sitting. Who knew that dirty bulking could lead to such decadent pleasures?