In the future, bodybuilding has been split into two groups, normal bodybuilders called Sandows, and huger men called Buscles. Buscles are monstrous behemoths who are obsessed with becoming the biggest men ever. A nurse charged with taking care of these beasts retells the stories of the 26 men who took bodybuilding to the incredible extremes.
2 parts 4,790 words Added Dec 2023 6,723 views 4.0 stars (26 votes)
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In 2031, the Bodybuilding world split up into two factions of bodybuilding ideas and competitions. One side was the traditional bodybuilding methods with heavy training and workout with traditional trainers. These men were seen as the true holders of the ideals that Eugene Sandow embraced. If you do not know, Eugene Sandow was a German bodybuilder who is regarded as “The Father of Bodybuilding.” The Sandows, as they were later referred to, were men who pushed their bodies to the natural and normal limits. These men spend day and years in the gyms, working out and doing every exercise known to man. They ate clean and healthy diets and refrained from chemical enhancements to their beautiful bodies. These men wanted to keep bodybuilding the traditional and fair sport that it should and always had been. The other faction of bodybuilding saw different from this, and they pushed the meaning of mass to its limit.
I’m talking, of course, of Buscle Men! Men who took their bodies to the absolute and absurd limits of science. Buscle men, a grotesque conglomeration of the words bulk and muscle, were men who were just massive. I’m mot talking Rich Piana, Greg Valentino, or Robert Swenson huge; I am talking Hulk and bigger huge. Men who used science and tech to grow to obscene sizes, so huge they literally were just blobs of massive muscles. These men looked like muscle morphs come to life and they never stopped pushing their bodies to the absolute limit. These men literally ate, drank, and injected steroids on a near hourly basis while they attempted to work out. These guys were always extremely young, dumb, and almost constantly horny and sexually desperate for attention. They even had special underwear to take care of their needs and cover them up to keep them decent.
My name is Jeremy and I graduated medical school with an advanced degree in nurse practitioning. I became a Buscle Man Care Practitioner, basically a nurse and caretaker to these balloon-like giants. I started at a facility that was dedicated to caring for these men as they grew to enormous sizes. I fed, washed, dressed, and worked on these men and I love the fact I could be in the presence of these men. I had a secret and deeply rooted desire to be under one of these men and basically be their bitch. I am gay and yes, I see the problem with my sexual feelings towards these men, but I didn’t care and neither did the Company. Yes, The Company that “cared” for these men until they met untimely, and scary deaths.
One thing I have forgotten to mention is that a buscle is sponsored by usually anonymous, ultra-wealthy individuals. These are men who pay out the nose to get these young men as big as imaginably possible before they drop dead, one way or another. Usually the deaths are the results of the extreme steroid abuse, in the form of heart attacks, strokes, or liver failure. But on occasion they have been known to explode like cheap, overinflated water balloons.
Oh yeah, these men are not built, solid, strong muscle men, but rather exaggerated, bloated monsters. They drink extreme amounts of water and while they are incredibly strong and powerful, they are mostly water. I watched several of these buscle men explode and it was sad to watch but fascinating in the idea. Anyways, I started working for The Company as a caretaker and I work with some of biggest names in the buscle work. After 18 years with the company, I worked with 26 buscle men and these are my stories from my time with them. Some of these were long times, others were short and sweet, but oh man did I love each of these men. Here is my first tale, the story of the first buscle man I was put in charge of caring for.
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My first buscle man that was put into my care was a young, 23-year-old American guy named Maxwell Fennic. I had completed by training at the facility in a classroom like setting and then was thrown, quite literally, into the buscle pool. Max was the newest, up-and-coming buscle men in the world and he was already monstrously huge. Max was 14 when he began bodybuilding and he was pushing heavyweight when The Company came to him. They told him he could be even more enormous than he already was and Max bought the whole idea.
He began downing the roids, protein shakes, and creatine like it was the most delicious food he ever tasted. By the time Max was put in my care, he had gone from the incredible 267 pounds of beautifully crafted muscles, to 654 pounds of bloated, insane muscles. I remember walking into Max’s room at the facility and his face was so gorgeous and chiseled.He was part greek which gave him dashing features and beautiful olive skin and amazing green eyes. Beyond that, the rest of Max’s body was crafted from extreme science and near brainless greed.
Max was 6 foot even and his chest was 122 inches around, with an ab-covered massive bubble gut that was 78 inches around. His lats flared out like the great wings of a massive jumbo jet and they gave him an unbelievable V shape. Max had arms that were no longer able to bend at the elbow and his upper arms were 45 inches around. His forearms were literal hams covered in the well-known dick skin, mapped in veins that pulsed with power and roids. Max’s monster thighs were 41 inches around each and touched from his crotch to his knees and save for a small gap, his calves, each 30 inches around, dominated his legs. About six months before I met Max, he had reached the point of limited mobility on his body. At the facility, that meant you were no longer able to walk and could barely move your arms. Immobility was the complete cessation of any movement of your body sue to the muscles. Max was nearing that point and he was completely obsessed with the idea of becoming immobile. He was nothing but a muscle monster and he was pound of that image and nothing about his condition bothered him.
I walked into the room and Max was standing on a special platform, designed to support his massive body. The “Rack,” as it was known, tilted backwards so that buscles wouldn’t be able to fall over as they frequently did. Attached to Max’s left wrist was a cuff that had tubes with roids and an IV flowing into him. Buscles had to be intravenously given water on a near constant basis and drinking water was nearly pointless. Max glanced down at me and said,”Who the fuck are you?”
I was warned that some buscles were rude and obnoxious and that Max was one of the worst. “Hi Maxwell, my name is Jeremy and I am your assigned Buscle Man Care Practitioner. I will be taking care of you here at this facility.”
Max snorted and leaned his head back and said, “I guess Johnny wasn’t able to handle me anymore and just passed me along.” He barely breathed before adding, “Listen, I don’t need anything from you, just keep the roids and protein coming and you won’t have to worry. Now, leave me alone, I was close to cumming and you interrupted me.”
I was well aware that buscle men were usually super horny and needed constant attention and release. The thing is that most of these men have reduced manhoods as the roids and everything else shank their dicks. Max was no exception as his massive body dwarfed his manhood, all one inch of it. He barely had balls the size of corn kernels and they produced the most insignificant amount of cum. Most of these men could only just think of themselves getting some action from some beautiful woman or man. Max would usually imagine himself being well hung with one or two men caressing and worshiping his massive body. He would grunt like some turtle having a good hump session with its mate. I took the directive and walked into the nursing office that doubled as my personal living quarters. I got setup in my room and started my profile on Max setup and I began my medical logs on the monster. I watched through the see through wall, yes, the wall was see through because of the medical issues these men had. Max grunted and moaned until I saw his little dicklet squirt the itty bitty drops of cum from the man.
I was so turned on by the scene, I found myself grabbing my own nine incher and giving it a little stroke. I couldn’t help but think about that guy and how massive he was an what it must be like to be Max. So huge and swole that you can even remotely reach your own tiny dick and give it the proper jerking. So massive you can barely muster the slightest but of movement and so blown you are literally a freak. Yes, this was the right job for me, to care for men that were so massive and helpless that I was their only help. That was the thought that set me off and I shot my own load on my own desk and on my computer. I rested for a second and then cleaned up and spent the rest of the night watching Max and checking him.
This was my regular routine: check on Max, get him supplied and fed, and just watch him. After a month at the clinic, Max’s sponsor sent me a message about Max’s first competition and how Max needed to be transported. To preface all of this, I never met any of the sponsors of these buscle men as they were anonymous and faceless. All I knew is the country of origin for most of these men and Max’s sponsor was somewhere from Brazil.
Max was prepared for the competition with near meticulous instructions sent by the sponsor. Max began his preparation the day before the competition by being given a special pumping steroid. This steroid inflated the muscle tissues to their absolute maximum with as much moisture as the tissue could bare. This was one of the most critical and cautious periods as the steroid had been known to cause rupturing of the skin. Max was then setup with three IV bags that were hooked to pumps to ensure Mac was well hydrated to compensate for the steroid. That, Max was painted with the tanning paint and his special poser was put in his body. I would then inject Max with multiple shots of a special skin tightening serum that helps to increase vascularity.
By the time he was ready to roll out of his room, he looked like that famous video of Bruno Moraes flexing in the restaurant. And yes, you read that right, Max had to be picked up on his rack by a forklift and rolled out of his room. The racks were attached to pallet like platforms so that these buscle guys could be moved.
Any why did they have to be moved like this you may ask? Because these men were so huge, so utterly, ridiculously, massive that they could barely move. Most buscles couldn’t even manage to shuffle their feet more than a couple centimeters. As I watched my charge being rolled into the custom panel van that moved these monsters, I began to think. What must it be like to be parade and displayed like cattle in front of a crowd of people as they ogle and measure you? What must it be like to be so missive you have limited movement and tiny genitalia yet be so masculine? As these thoughts began to run through my head, I suddenly became erect and I though why not. This was my buscle’s private apartment and also mine, so why can’t I just enjoy myself?
I stripped down ‘til I was baked as the day I entered the world, threw my clothes into the laundry. I walked around with my huge boner bouncing around and getting some cool air and circulation. I stopped in front of the giant mirror that Max used to view himself and I couldn’t help but admire my own body. While I was not a bodybuilder or a buscle, I had a reasonable amount of well-built muscle mass. I was 185 pounds of lean, pumped muscle with a washboard stomach and full pecs. I had 18-inch arms and well-built thighs with diamond like calves and a toned bubble butt. But my most impressive feature, in my personal opinion, was my massive 13-inch cock. It was truly and monster pole that was also nice and thick, slightly curved towards my body, and capped with a huge mushroom head. Now most men with huge cocks have either the length or the thickness but rarely did one guy have both. Fully erect, my cock was a standout and obvious tool in my usually well fitting tight jeans. I stood in the mirror and admired my own body before realizing how horny Max had been making me. I was turned on by immobile men and before I knew it, I was openly jerking my cock off in Max’s space.
My two-inch-thick cock felt amazing in my hand as I slid my hand up and down my enormous length. I walked over to the closet station and opened up the door on the cabinet I had marked, Sexual relief. Inside was a collection of ointments, creams, and lubricants that I used professionally to get Max off. One of the lubes was laced with my own cocktail of drugs that enhanced size and sensitivity. What, I have a monster cock but it’s even more fun when it’s stretched to its limit and pumped up hard. I then squirted a rather generous amount of the lube into my hand and took ahold of my rock-hard cock. The feeling was amazing as the lube began to slick my tool up and the chemical cocktail began its work.
My cock was glistening when the swelling began and I watched my thick cock get even thicker. After a few minutes of gently jerking my long cock, it was stretched to three inches thick and nearly 15 inches long. I marveled at my handiwork and then began to picture myself in front of that crowd that Max was seeing. What if my cock was this massive and I was fucking Max deep and hard in his mouth or his mammoth ass? I began to think about what an ass like Max’s would feel like hugging and squeezing my cock. The thought was overwhelming and just like that, my bull like balls pulled up and I unloaded my seed across the floor. 14 hot, huge, fiery jets of my thick man seed squirted out of my nearly four-inch-thick mushroom head.
I braced myself against the locks of the platform as I came down off my high and surveyed the results of my efforts. My cum smelled like hot, steaming sex, and like Max when he was in his own heat and wallowing in his musk.
Max came back about three hours later from the competition which surprised me and those competitions were usually six hours long. “Fuck you, Jeremy. I was able to move my head and neck about two inches and that forced me to lose the competition for most immobile.” Jeremy was bright red in the face and he was fuming about this minor problem with his body. Buscles were famous for their willingness to blame losses and bad competitions on their attending nurses. Max was no different and demanded to speak with his sponsor while I worked to begin cleaning the massive monster. He had to be washed so I began with removing his poser and I saw his tiny micropenis. He was maybe and inch long with a half inch of girth and his testicles were about the size of cherry pits. “Such sad endowment for man who has more muscle in his for arms then I have on my whole body” I thought to myself. I grabbed a bucket of warm soapy water and began scrubbing Max’s hot, tanned, sweaty body. Scrubbing buscle muscle was like scrubbing a car body that was solid sheet metal and frame. Even curve and bulge made Max’s swollen muscles was more like a warm hard rock rather than normal soft skin.
I took me almost three hours to wash and clean Max, during which I fought my boner in my pants. I was almost done washing him when I finally couldn’t hold back and my boner began to rise. It was the worst time to get an erection as I was washing arpund Max’s nearly missing neck and pecs. I fought and fought but it was a losing battle and suddenly my cock popped out of my pants. “What the fuck was that?” Max said as he jumped a little before connecting the dots and realizing what it was. “You sick fuck,” Max screamed at the top of his lungs. “Are you seriously fucking hard cleaning me? You sick mother—” I didn’t hear anything else as I dropped to the floor and bolted into my office and closing the door. I was red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe what I had just done and I was too scared to confront Max. I immediately did my own chores and passed out in my bed hoping I wouldn’t lose my job.
The next morning, I woken up by Max around 3:00 a.m. He was furiously pressing his call button on his remote. I thought about ignoring him but I finally got up and dressed in tight underwear to control my cock and a muscle tank. I walked into the room to find Max had used the harness we have installed in the ceiling to flip himself. He was leaning on his chest with his backside exposed to me. “Hey, get over here you perverted nurse.” He demanded in a low but seemingly sultry voice which was strange coming from this man. I cautiously walked around to look at Max’s face, which was nearly immobilized by his shoulder, pecs, and traps. His face being surrounded by muscle was the hottest sight I had ever seen and I was again fighting my own horniness.
“Remember this,” he said. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll make sure you are so dead that you will have to love like some fucking bum on the streets. If you fucking tell anyone, I will have you arrested and sent to the deepest, darkest fuckhole I can find on this planet. You understand?”
I meekly responded with a simple yes sir before Max suddenly asked me what he wanted from me. “Listen, I know I chose to be this monster but I miss having a cock I could rub and jerk off. I’m so fucking horny every day with these steroids and hormones that nothing seems to fucking work. I want you to take that massive cock of yours and fuck me hard and fast so I can actually have some fucking relief.”
Stunned, I stood motionless as my brain was trying to process what this man had just said. Max really wanted me to fuck him like some giant muscle bull and I was immediately and fully erect. Max looked at me with and unwavering look of frustration, annoyance, and lust. “Well, What the fuck are you waiting for? Get back there and start doing whatever it is you do.”
I immediately stripped down and let my cock fly which Max moaned at the sight of my monster in his face. I pulled a chair up behind Max’s ass and jumped on it and gave myself a direct view of Max’s amazing butt. It was super striated with muscle and so bloated it barely bounced or moved around when I slapped it. I used the special lube and slickened my cock before lining up with Max’s virgin hole. Now, buscle men are fed a special protein mix that does not produce a solid form of waste. Basically these men did not take shits and they essentially are clean which made this all the more exciting. “Fucking plunge yourself into me. Just shove it all the way in and have your way,” Max moaned to me.
I didn’t have to be told twice and I plunged my cock into Max’s hole and I screamed out in pleasure. He was so incredibly tight that it almost hurt my cock as it forced its way into his massive butt. Max immediately groaned and moaned before muttering “Holy Fuck” under his breath repeatedly. I began going deeper and deeper before I finally hit my hilt and I was fully into Max’s amazing ass. I then began pulling out and fucking the massive monster without any care or worry about the man taking me. I plunged into Max like he was going to be the last guy I ever fucked and I was going to take full advantage. Before long, I was ready to cum and I began screaming that I was going to cum in Max.
What I had not realized is that Max had gone silent as he was having a reaction to the lube I was using. Max, who had been moaning, shot his first load of the session just as I hit bottom and began fucking him. The steroids and chemicals in the lube suddenly took hold and he began to swell up. Max realized this and he didn’t say anything because he wanted to be that much bigger. He reveled in his growth as his delts, traps, and pecs fully swelled to finally immobilize is head. His arms swelled while his legs spread even further apart until he was in an X like shape on the rack. His thighs bloated up until they were nearly round balls of muscle while his calves enveloped the back of his knees. Max shot his second load when he realized he could only move his fingers and toes and nothing else. He was in heaven as he reached the near impossible goal of completely immobilized and that made him cum a third time.
I finally blew my load Max swelled just a bit more as my seed was implanted deep in his ever-swollen bosom. I had never blown a load like that until I had fucked Max and the feeling was so incredible. I jumped down to finally realize Max had reached his ultimate dream and he was just smiling away. “That was so amazing and beautiful, O can’t believe I actually did that to you,” I said to the immobile man.
“I can’t move anymore. Fuck yeah, I’m fucking immobile and I can’t believe it. I....I........I’m.......gonna , fuck I’m gonna cum,” Max said through his clenched teeth. He blew another dry load between his legs and then he moaned. “Thank you. I feel so much better now. I so needed that. Fuck I wanted this so bad,” Max moaned.
I was amazed at the reaction he had and I immediately did some checkups and measurement before making my report. Max now weighed an astounding 845 pounds of pure, roid soaked buscle muscle. I hid my fucking a buscle, and instead chalked up incident to an unknown reaction. I said that I had hooked Max up to the auto-fleshlight and the lube I used caused him to reach immobility. I then got Max flipped around and he was out like a light, so I cleaned up his man juice and then went to bed.
Three months later, Max finally took second at a show and he came back wanting more muscle and more size. “Look Max, we have already maxed out your frame with as much muscle as we can get on you. Your body is reaching its absolute limit and we can’t do anything else to make you even bigger,” I told Max.
His face looked defeated as I told him the news but then a voice suddenly came across the speakers. “Look,” the voice said with a heavy Spanish accent from the monitor in front of Max’s face. “I pay you $275,000 to make this man as big as possible and he makes me a lot of money so you better figure out a way to lake this guy huge. If not, you can go find a job a some hospital making crappy wages and being worthless. Now start pumping what ever it was that made Max immobile and have him ready in two months for the next competition.”
I was in a dilemma, I had to make Max bigger or my job would be over. But If I made Max even bigger, he would possibly have a heart attack or worse, explode like an overblown blimp.
Before I could make my decision, I suddenly heard a whirling, and I began looking for the noise. When I finally realized what was going on, it was too late to stop the robotic arm that suddenly began filling with a liquid. It was my special lubricant that Max was sucking up into the syringe before moving it and injecting into his ass. Max suddenly began to swell like a balloon hooked up to an unregulated helium tank. Max’s head was disappearing into a sea of pec, delt, and trap muscles while his legs tried to widen further. He grunted as his body tried to take on the sudden increase in muscle mass on his smaller frame. I began hearing sounds akin to a balloon swelling up and stretching, realizing that this was Max’s huge body. Max’s pecs had sealed off his mouth but Max was screaming, “Fuck yes. Mmmm. Im.....gonna....be.......the...... Biggest........ mmmmmmmmmooooooooohhhhhhh.” He was at his ultimate capacity as I jumped behind the console in the room to shield myself. The room was full of the sound of swelling and squeaks when I suddenly heard a muffled BOOM.
The sounds suddenly stopped and I felt the most incredible thud before I carefully looked above the console. Max was still standing there, still gigantic but something seemed weird about the body. I then realized that Max’s heart had exploded in his chest and that his blood swollen muscle was deflating. I looked at the monitor and it confirmed his heart had stopped but Max had reached 1134 pounds of muscle. This was the most I had ever even seen a buscle weigh, because most died after reaching 900 pounds.
I called the authorities and they came quickly and surveyed the situation and began the laborious task of moving Max. I told the authorities that Max had taken control of the injection robot and was attempting to inject himself with steroids. The officer shook his head and said, “One of these days, people will come to their senses and they will see the truth. These men are preyed on and given what they want but, in the end, they just kill themselves. Their hearts explode from the roids and that’s the end. Anyways, sorry that happened to you but its sometimes the thing that happens.”
After a couple hours, Max’s body was being taken out by crane and headed to a facility that was specially designed to cremate these men. I took one last look at that rather handsome face before it was rolled away from the facility. The Company called to tell me they had been informed and told me to be more careful with my medicines. They then told me the sponsor already had lined up another man to be their buscle man and he would be arriving in a month. I walked to my room and laid down and though about my time with Max and what I did to him. I immediately got hard at the memory and began jerking my cock as I wondered who my new buscle would be. I shot a load at the images I began to think of.
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