Arturosgrowth - Blog Posts

(A true story)

I was washing my car the other day. My wife came out and she stared at me for a couple minutes. I did not say anything. I just let her watch. But finally she said, “You look good. Different. I don’t know what is it, but is good. It’s not just your body, it’s something else. More... sexy. You look good” and then she went inside the house again a little bit confused.

I smiled. I smiled because I know what is it. Is my Master. I have a Master that talk with me and make me feel like a fucking bull. A Master that give me orders and everytine I obey I feel unstoppable. I submitted to him, and that made me found my place. I feel complete. He is not just sculping my body, he is increasing my selfsteam and transforming me in a fucking muscle sexual beast. But my wife doesn’t know all that... she is just enjoying the results of the work of my Master on me.

-Arturo

The Cage

Arturo saw the cage´s door open. Part of him did not want to go inside, but the other part knew was the best idea. That duality always fighting. No winner, no loser, just an inner fight. He looked at the cage and then to Fran again.

"Come on, go inside, you have to do it," said Fran with a calm voice.

Arturo knew he was right and stepped inside.

Fran closed to door behind him and put the double chain and lock. Arturo´s breathing started to go faster. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Panic incressed. Arturo grabs the bars with both hands and shakes them.

"Fran, let me out. I don't want to be here. Open de door... open it!"

"Arturo, look at me. Calm down, breath. Breath. You HAVE to be there. Soon everything will be over. Tomorrow the sun will rise and you, and everybody else will be fine. Ok?"

Fran´s voice calmed Arturo down. Breath. He sat on the floor and waited. In a couple minutes the moon would be on the zenith and it will start.

Fran sat in a chair at a fair distance from the cage and waited too. Any of them talked.

Fran almost fell to sleep when Arturo suddenly started groaning. Fran got on his feet and look at Arturo. This part was fascinating for Fran. Arturo was laying on the floor. His body was shaking and drops of sweat cover his face. The groaning became louder and louder. Pain and anger. His fists hit the floor. He got in his knees, and after that, struggling, he managed to get in his feet. Then the bones cracked. One single loud crack and Arturo was now 8.5 feet tall. Fran, almost under a hypnosis, walked towards the cage. Fran had seen that transformation dozens of times but always was captivating to see such power comes to life. Arturo grabbed the bars to the cage to enduring the pain and stay standing.

"Now the muscles" whispered Fran to nobody.

Arturo´s muscles started to move like something was under them. And they grow, and grow, and grow. His new body ripped his clothe off in pieces. In front of Fran was Arturo, but was not Arturo anymore, now was a muscled beast. Pure fury and primal instinct. Arturo now was the Bull, as Frans liked to call it. And for the last months, Frans was trying to tame that bull...

Finally, the transformation was complete and the Bull stood proud and powerful. He looked around him. The cage. Then he became aware of Frans presence. In a fast movement, the Bull extended his enormous arms thru the bars trying to grab Fran´s neck. Fran jumped back just in time to escape from his fists.

"Easy, easy... you are not going to kill me that fast, you monster," Said Fran in a playful way.

Fran looked at the Bull´s eyes. Was intimidating, but not to Fran, not anymore. And with an authoritative voice, he told him "Step back from the door"

The Bull did not move.

"Step back!!"

The Bull groaned and start shaking the cage. Looked like the cage and the whole cabin would colaps, but Fran quickly learned from the first nights so now he was sure that everything will contain the monster.

"Alright. Fuck you" Said Fran and walked away from the room. For a couple minutes Fran stayed in the other room listing the Bull groaning and roaring. For one moment he thought the Bull will break the chain, but everything stayed still. When finally the Bull calmed down, Fran got back in front of him and looking him to the eyes.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm your Sir. Do you understand? We have been thru this... I´m-Your-Sir."

The Bull looked at Fran and did not move.

"I'm going to open the door. Do you understand? And you will control yourself. I WILL control you."

The Bull did not move. Just his pecs when up and down while he filled his lungs with air. That was the reason Fran came up with the name of Bull.

Fran took the key and opened the lock. Slowly he took the chain of the door. This is it, though Fran. And then he opened the door.

The Bull growl like never before and when to attack Fran. But Fran did not move. He stared into his eyes and commanded. "Stop!!"

And the Bull did.

They have one second looking at each other's eyes... but with that second everything falls in his place. Everyone knew from now on his place.

"Good boy," said Fran. "Now get in your knees"

The Bull did.

Fran grabs the same chain and lock that he used in the cage´s door and put then around the Bulls neck.

Fran contemplated the muscled beast that he had in his knees in front of him. That powerful Bull, tamed by him. "I did it," Said Fran. "I fucking did it" The Bull was his, he owned his personal beastly musclegod.

"Now, let's have some fun," Said Fran to his toy and smiled.

My Thoughts on Muscle Growth

I want to be big. Huge. I want to transform my body into a fantasy. Giant muscles, over-proportioned. Pleasing men with how perfect and huge and unreal I will be. Huge pecs, huge butt, huge legs, huge back, huge shoulders. I love everything that makes me feel less and less normal as I grow. I want it to be difficult to find clothes that fit. I want to be so huge it’s difficult to get dressed, so huge that I will breathe heavily with every big step I take. Doors and seats will be too small for me. Being huge and submissive is what gives me  confidence- it is my purpose. By getting huge I feel more submissive, more immobile and reliant, more of a slave to my addiction of constantly training to gain muscle. I want anyone who looks at me to know I’m a musclefreak trophyboy.                                                

Hey Arturo! @lookintomyeyesboy and @brounderconstruction wrote a post for you.

-Fran

I understand that need. Obey just feels right, like there is where I belong. Now my muscle body, all those workouts have a purpose, sirve to my Sir. And the bigger I get, the most alpha monster fucking manly muscular beast I get... the most I want to be control/use for my Sir. Fuck, I guess he really own me. -Arturo

The body is just a plaything of the mind.

No matter how big and powerful the body is, the mind is the one in charge, and if you control the mind you control everything. 

My Master is a small dude. I could break him in half with one hand. But he controls me and there is no way I could resist him, because he owns my mind.

“Get naked” he says, and I obey. There is no doubt in my mind who is the stronger man here, and it’s not me.

I am a slave. I exist to obey and serve. When I fuck him or when he fucks me, it’s just him, using my body for his pleasure the way he wants, and it’s his right to take me and my privilege to serve him.

I open my pants and take them down, ready for sex.

The body is just a plaything of the mind and  my mind is a plaything of his, so I am a plaything for his will, to take and use how he wants to.

I don’t know what he will do with me right now and I don’t care. What matters is that he will get to be served, and that I have a chance to be his slave, his servant, his fuck toy.

His plaything.