The transformation is relentless, a slow burn igniting into ..
Added 2025-03-19 21:52:39 +0000 UTCThe transformation is relentless, a slow burn igniting into an inferno of raw power, all bankrolled by my beta subs’ unwavering tribute to my roid-fueled cravings. It begins with the sting of the needle, liquid fire coursing through my veins, waking every fiber of my being. First, my muscles twitch and pulse, restless under skin that soon stretches to accommodate the swelling mass beneath. My biceps, once mere curves, inflate day by day—tight, rounded peaks splitting into jagged, veined ridges that flex with obscene definition. My chest heaves forward, pecs thickening into dense, striated plates, each rep pushing them further outward until they cast shadows over my carved abs below.
My traps rise like mountains, swallowing my neck as my shoulders broaden into cannonball delts, straining every shirt to its ripping point. Down below, my quads and hamstrings balloon, each sinew hardening into steel cables that ripple with every step, while my glutes turn to stone, a foundation for this towering alpha frame. The roids amplify every heartbeat, every breath, flooding me with heat and hunger—my skin glistens, stretched taut and thin, revealing the pulsing roadmap of veins snaking across my ever-expanding bulk. Day by day, I shed the mortal shell, sculpted anew by chemical alchemy and sub-funded obsession, a god forged in sweat, steel, and unrelenting growth.
