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Beyond His Limits
🕑 Added 2021-11-29 00:13:34 +0000 UTCJoey was already well on his way to getting big. Hours in the gym had given him a nice lean, chiseled body. But the twunk wasn't satisfied. He still had a baby face and girls just laughed and called him cute whenever he tried to impress them. Knowing his face wasn't something he could change anytime soon, he made a goal for himself to get as huge as possible.
Then he got a message on instagram. Some brand called "Beyond Limits" had spotted him and thought he'd look good as one of their brand ambassadors and promised that their products would make him huge just like he wanted. He chuckled at the idea but he wasn't about to knock free product and the opportunity to make some money. They sent him some generic boxer briefs with their name on them and a bottle of pills with some a bunch of "Proprietary Blends" instead of ingredients. The directions said to take them immediately before a workout. He popped two before heading down to the gym, not expecting anything major to happen. He was wrong.
Almost immediately he got the biggest pump of his life. He wondered for a second they had slipped some viagra into the mix, except he wasn't experiencing any of the usual side effects like a stuffed nose or seeing blue or anything. As he went through his workout he crushed PR after PR, and after two hours he hadn't tired a bit. Nor had his pump died down. In fact, if he didn't know any better he would have said that it had actually gotten bigger. What he didn't know is that his muscles had indeed gotten bigger. And they were going to keep getting bigger. And he wouldn't be any the wiser until it was too late.
The pills he took actually had a cognitive dampener as well as a muscle growth serum. The cocktail of chemicals he was about to become addicted to was going to rapidly change his body and mind, reducing his intelligence and sexual inhibitions, shifting his proclivities, transforming him into the idea man of Beyond Limits brand, a big ol' Himbo.
By the time they sent him their next promotion product, a tiny yellow speedo, he was all to eager to wear, craving the thin material against his now loosening hole.
