#chest day

Went to the gym on my lunch break today, kept it light and did some chest and abs. Forgot to take a gym selfie so here’s a post-workout going back to work selfie.

Don’t fall into the “I don’t have time to workout” mentality. MAKE THE TIME. Try replacing “I don’t have time” with “it’s not a priority” when it comes to all things in your life and see how the things that you “don’t have time” for change.

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“Someone’s been working out their pecs a bit too much”

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“Chest Day”

Pop!

“Damn it!” Mark hissed as the top few buttons of his shirt popped off. He sighed as he saw his pumped up pecs already shoving their way through the opening of his ruined shirt, and he shook his head in resignation.

“What is it?” his workout buddy, Jorge, asked, eying his top-heavy friend up and down.

Mark gestured down at his exposed, meaty pecs. “That’s the third shirt this week,” he huffed.

Jorge cocked his eyebrow at the other man. “Well, I mean, you have been doing nothing but Chest Day for the past few weeks,” he countered, thinking back to the last couple of times the two of them had ventured to the gym together. No matter what muscle group they were supposed to work on, Mark had always made his way to the chest-focused machines, working on growing his larger chest. It was odd since Mark had always focused on staying proportional and building his muscles in perfect sync. However, ever since that one day when some random nerdy-looking guy who wouldn’t stop checking out Mark had commented something about how Mark should do more Chest Days, it seemed as if chest was all Mark was able to do.

And Jorge would never tell his straight friend that he thought he looked so fucking hot with his large, meaty pecs completely warping his previously in-sync musculature. Mark’s muscled arms and legs still bulged the same, but they were nothing in comparison to the massive pillows that his pecs had become. What had used to be modest and chiseled pectorals had become huge, pumped mounds of muscle that jutted off the stud’s chest to form a shelf. The crevice between them had deepened significantly, and his nipples were forced to the point of sticking straight downward.

Jorge had to force himself to look away from his friend, getting hard at the sight of Mark struggling to squeeze his large pecs into his tank top.

Mark frowned again at his reflection, blushing at the way his cumbersome pectorals forced their way over the swoop of his tank top. They were in full view, making the shirt something more of a formality since it left nothing at all to the imagination, especially with his hard nipples poking around the small straps.

“Yeah…” the stud mumbled as he scratched his head, “I think I should focus on a different group today. These are getting too big for my taste. I’m already growing out of the new shirts I bought the other day.”

The two men were finished changing into their workout clothes and they headed out of the locker room, Mark having to walk with his back slightly arched to compensate for his heavy pecs, inadvertently shoving them out into the air as if to show them off. There was a slight bounce to them with every step the muscleman took, the humongous pecs demanding the attention of every other bodybuilder in the gym, making the stud’s face grow bright red with embarrassment.

Trying to distract his friend, Jorge piped up. “So, what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “How about Leg Day?”

Over near the treadmills, he could see that familiar nerdy guy looking over at them, his eyes honing in on the top-heavy Mark before grinning.

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I was thinkin’ about doing chest,” he said before wincing and clearing his throat. “I mean, I think we should do Chest Day… er, I mean, I wanna work on growing my pecs.” Mark’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as his body went rigid before walking over to the pec fly machine.

“Chest?” Jorge asked in disbelief. “Again?”

Regardless of how absurd doing chest for the thousandth time that month sounded, Mark still couldn’t stop his feet from walking towards the pec fly machine. His following friend was blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil the now top-heavy hunk was having. It was if his body was moving all on its own, without any control from Mark. Even when he’d said that he’d wanted to do Chest Day (again), he’d been horrified at how he’d been physically incapable of saying “Leg Day”. No matter how hard he’d tried to suggest a different muscle group, his tongue had seemed to have a life of its own, forcing the stud to say that he wanted to grow his already obscenely large pecs some more.

As the muscled hunk sat down on the bench and leaned back, he reached up and grabbed the handles of the machine, starting to perform heavy reps that made his massive pecs burn with power. 

Poor Mark was helpless as he did yet another Chest Day. He tried to call out to Jorge, who had simply shrugged and went to do legs, but his mouth refused to cooperate. The hunk gritted his teeth as he fought with all of his strength to stop working on his chest, but his body stayed put on the machine that was right in front of the mirror, showing the man how ridiculous he looked as he performed rep after rep. With each movement, his massive, inflated pecs spilled out of his tank top even more and bulged with power, completely engulfing his thick neck and making it look like the stud’s head rested directly atop the muscled mounds.

His heart raced in his bulging chest as his panicked eyes locked with the mischievous ones of the nerdy guy. Deep down he knew that it was impossible, but a voice in the back of his frenzied mind told him that the guy was somehow responsible. Mark thought back on the past few weeks of Chest Day, which had began ever since their chance encounter. He paled at the future image of himself going to the gym day after day, helpless to do anything but Chest Day— all the while his pecs would continue to grow larger and larger, looking ridiculous as they ballooned off his previously proportional body.

Eventually, Mark finished his workout, his pecs burning from the incredible pump they’d received.

“So,” Jorge began as he met back up with his friend in the locker room, drying himself off after his shower, “how was Chest Day?”

Mark kept his lips pursed in a thin line for a moment before sighing. “It was fine,” he relented, feeling defeated as he grabbed his t-shirt out of his locker. He struggled to slide the fabric over his huge chest, and when he had it on, he tried not to look at his reflection. Despite the t-shirt being two sizes larger than his usual size, his inflated pecs strained the thin fabric to bursting and his hard nipples poked noticeably against it. The collar had ripped slightly, showcasing the deep crevice of his chest. Due to the massive shelf his pecs had become, the bottom of the shirt was lifted above his belly button, looking more like a crop top.

“Well, maybe tomorrow we can do arms?” Jorge suggested, clapping the hunk on the shoulder.

“Sure…” Mark mumbled, wanting nothing more than to have his body be back in sync, but he knew deep down that tomorrow he’d be forced to do chest again, and his pecs would continue to pack on even more meat.

The top-heavy stud waddled out of the locker room and headed towards the exit, trying to ignore the looks his bouncing muscletits garnered. He passed by the nerd who smirked as he passed.

“Lookin’ good, Mark,” he smiled. “I told you that Chest Day would be a great focus for you. You have the biggest pecs of anyone in the gym!”

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