Blake showed off his muscles. I don't believe there was an ounce of
fat on him. He was so ripped I do believe that you could even see
every muscle strand below the skin poking out as if to say here I am.
Blake was allowed entrance and there he did find other muscle men but
no one as strong and ripped as he was.
All members were wonderful to look at but they had a dark desire just
as Blake did. Fatties weren't allowed to be members but they were very
much in attendance. These muscle gods needed some cushion for their
thick meaty dicks. And so the chubs came through the back door. Some
came and went others were so submissive they were collared and used
constantly chained in a pen like a pig taken out for the entertainment
of the muscle men.
Some would be brought up on pedestals and made to dance showing every
ripple shake, the sweat dripping from every fold. And there was plenty
of food there. The muscle gods didn't want their chubbies to get slim.
The real sub chubs would have a pen and a tough to eat from the less
submissive would sit and stuff themselves or be stuffed by the muscle
gods. Some would be in slings being fucked while the stuffed their
faces.
And every so often a muscle god would be turned to the dark side of
the club and start to fatten up. Peter was one of those muscle gods.
He had been in so many contests. He had a room of his own with
pictures of himself very ripped and Blake remembered him from some of
the muscle magazines he was interested in. He made a b-line toward him
and struck up a conversation. Soon finding he was so excited about
this man and wondering what it would be like to be with this man.
Blake couldn't believe how fat he had gotten. And as he fed his man
meat up Peter's ass he saw his thighs ripple. The cottage cheese was
so noticeable. And with every thrust Peters belly would flow up to his
chins and then back down to his crotch. Blake was in heaven.
Peter was one that stayed at the club and was submissive such that he
got into any scene that anyone wanted of him but he didn't need the
collar he just had been there for years and with Blake fucking him he
had for the first time thought about leaving and being with Blake
forever.
And so he moved in with Blake.
He was always there ready for Blake to come home but Blake would visit
the club from time to time to play with other chubs. Coming home
hornier than before and pounding Peter hard and deep. Bringing home
another chub from time to time to let Peter know his place and that he
can be replaced. Peter just got chubbier and chubbier just like Blake
liked and Blake began to lose his tone with all that wonderful food
Peter made but the descent to chubdom was slow for him. Coming about 5
years after Peter and Blake got together. When he finally found his
5xl shirt fit better at the belly than his chest he knew he was ready
for the change but he was always dominant to Peter. Being a sub for
the boys at the club.