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diecastkid2000 · 11 months
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Jacinda Maree Sharkey
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jay2thicc · 4 months
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Australian IFBB Pro Bodybuilder, personal trainer & contest prep coach; Justin Wessels working on shoulders💪🏼 in 2016
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What happened to Calum Von Moger in his recent accident? Injury and health update of the Australian actor and bodybuilder revealed
What happened to Calum Von Moger in his recent accident? Injury and health update of the Australian actor and bodybuilder revealed
Recently, three-time Mr Universe winner Calum Von Moger suffered serious injuries when he fell through a second-storey window. According to Nick Trigilli, the bodybuilder was “under the influence of drugs” when the incident happened. However, the video doesn’t reveal exactly what caused the accident. Von’s friends have questioned whether he was intoxicated at the time of the fall. After the…
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ultrablogsworld · 8 months
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instantclassicshit · 2 months
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Gabby Lyons the Australian bodybuilding beauty showing off her amazing off season thickness. This is definitely an instant classic 👌
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On his way to meet-up with his Grindr date. One thing Jeff likes about his life nowadays is the fact that he can swipe right to the most vile or even unattractive person, and with the premium paid version of the Chronivac seamlessly weaved into his Grindr, he can adjust that person to his liking. This seemed like a beta version that is not yet released to the public, or so he thought as he didn't even know to whom this phone actually belongs to. He just found it randomly in the club one night, tinkered a bit with it and then find the Grindr app looking a bit different from his usual one. That self-exploration lead him to find out about the built-in Chronivac, which he abused to sculpt himself into God's perfect image of a human being. He packed himself with muscle in all the right places, get rid of all the shortcomings like his poor eyesight, scoliosis, his partial color-blindness and all the small yet annoying sparse body acne to leave himself a nice, taut and smooth body. He increased his height substantially to 6'4" from his previous 5'6" form and rather than staying as a mixed Lebanese-Mexican man, he went on full Caucasian as he renamed himself as Dominic Groth, a German-Australian self-obsessed bodybuilding content creator. With such discovery, now he's excited to share this blessing to more people, of course with him as the one bestowing the transformation and the receiving end mostly unaware of the changes, at least for now
As he knocks on the door of his date, instead of a boring 5'7" fat fuck of a middle-aged accountant that clearly couldn't pull anyone, a towering 6'7" confident muscle beast answered the door
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"Glad you ain't no catfish,"
"Same goes for you, Daddy,"
The massive guy smirked, his cock stirring in his pants after being called like that by a hulking 6'4" jock. Memories of his past life seemingly vanished into thin air as he grabbed Jeff into his house with such ease and confidence, as if this is just another day in the life of this bonafide muscle stud.
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fredwkong · 8 months
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He there, you did a story not long ago about a guy having magic underwear that turned him into different muscle men each time he wore them. I was wondering if you could do one like that for me but have it be bodybuilding posers that make me a huge roided bodybuilder on stage.
It's a pretty fun superpower, isn't it?
You better know what you're getting into, though. The first time you put on the poser, it's an incredible rush to turn into a brainless Korean hunk. The new you poses and flexes in front of the mirror, totally oblivious to the little guy you were just a few minutes ago. You beat a load out of your fat Korean cock with the poser tucked under your balls.
When you take the poser off, you return to your regular, boring self, but... is that a bit of definition on your abs?
The next day you put the poser on again and become a slutty, roided Australian himbo. You get so hot admiring your veiny forearms that you cum almost untouched right into the pouch. When you turn back, you admire the veins snaking up from your wrist.
Musky Indian bro; you sweat all the time. Hairy Arab strongman; your beard sharpens. Venezuelan mass monster; you get a juicy muscle ass. With each transformation, you lose more of your original self, getting bigger, dumber, and way hornier.
It's been just a month of daily jerkoff sessions in your poser, and you're right on the edge of a natural-looking body. You could stop now: your body is a man's wet dream, and you still have the smarts to hold down a job. But you're not going to, right? You're addicted to the change, the size, the bliss of being a complete musclestud moron.
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I can't wait to see you next month ;)
If that got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.
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happy74827 · 18 days
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The Way You Kiss Me
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[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.
WC: 1443
Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice
I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)
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Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.
That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.
And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.
It hadn't happened right away.
No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.
“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.
He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.
And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.
You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.
The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.
Turns out your suspicion was right.
His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.
Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.
But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.
It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.
And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.
You were the first to speak.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."
He cut you off.
"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."
The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.
You shook your head.
"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."
He raised his hands.
“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."
It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.
"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."
"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."
It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.
"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"
You flushed.
"I told you, they're my favorite."
He smiled and shook his head.
"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."
As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.
He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.
"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."
Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.
He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.
"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."
He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.
"Hey, Traps?" You called.
He appeared in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"What’re you listening to?"
He grinned and held up his Walkman.
“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."
You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.
"Of course you are."
His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.
You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.
You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.
The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.
His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.
He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.
He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.
Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.
Like now, for instance.
He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.
Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.
You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.
The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.
He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.
His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.
The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.
He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"A fan of this one?"
You didn't answer.
Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.
His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.
For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.
There was no need for them. Not now.
You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.
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diecastkid2000 · 11 months
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musclelovergr · 1 year
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artbyblastweave · 2 years
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Worm thought of the day:
I really like that Gavel, the closest thing the setting has to The Punisher, is treated as a deranged, self-righteous whack-job who eventually got a ton of innocent people killed and then went to jail for the rest of his life. 
Because, realistically, setting ethics aside for a second- that’s what would happen! The fundamental cowardice of Punisher as an IP is that it’s really unwilling to engage with Punisher killing the wrong person by mistake. A lot of the MAX runs flirt with this by humanizing Punisher’s targets enough to make the reader question whether they deserve to die, but Punisher is still literally always right that the people he’s targeting did what he thinks they did. And he gets it right again and again and again, over the course of 30 years of vigilantism? With no collateral damage, ever?
No. No he fucking wouldn’t. So thank you, Worm, for Gavel. Thanks for addressing that little storytelling knot with the three paragraphs you spent on your unhinged Australian bodybuilding vigilante.
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bigwishes · 2 years
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Would you rather
1. Being a Big muscular body builder city kid stuck in the country never able to enter the city so no gym but you would have all the farm equipment to work out with
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2. A Big muscular body builder redneck country boy stuck in the city never able to leave the city but you have unlimmited money and free time to do as you wish
Well I actually grew up in the Australian bush and have moved closer to the city now, (although I still live on property away from the suburbs). So I guess I'd take option 2 haha, I already have plenty of experiences of being the "country" guy like explaining how sheep sheering works to the "city kids" at uni. I definitely don't want to live out bush again there were lots of stuff to deal with and I woke up to a brown snake (if you don't know one of the most dangerous snakes in Australia) in my house more than a few times. Really the only thing missing right now is already being a big muscled bodybuilder.
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Polixeni Papapetrou, Games of consequence.
Polixeni Papapetrou (1960 – 2018) was an Australian photographer noted for her themed photo series about people's identities. Photo series she has made include Elvis Presley fans, Marilyn Monroe impersonators, drag queens, wrestlers and bodybuilders and the recreation of photographs by Lewis Carroll, using her daughter as a model.
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