MORPHED MUSCLE TIT FREAKS Part 1 www.metabods.com
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 monster meat that bulged outward from abs and quads, drawing attention to the most important focal point of an ideal manly physique. 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.
The hottest scene was when competitors lined up on stage and showed off their meat from the side. The bulges appeared unbelievably huge when competitors made a “quarter turn to the right” at the request of the judges. In order to optimize their poses, 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 huge 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 usage. 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 muscle breasts on competitors like Military Mike, a huge ex-Marine everyone was talking about. They cupped, lifted, and fondled the tit meat on this new breed of competitor, lingering and massaging as they maneuvered their tape measure around these men’s jutting muscle breasts. 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, sucked nipples right in the lineup, especially thick nipples which appeared to contain secretions of muscle milk or – in some cases - full pectoral loads which needed to be released. 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 curtailed by the head judge in charge.
The most enormous Super Tit Man 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.