XtraMass: Get Addicted

XtraMass: Get Addicted™️

Most drug pushers downplay the addictiveness of their product, but XtraMass was something else. All of its advertisements seemingly focusing first on its addictive powers, but when it packs uncut muscle mass onto your frame like XtraMass does it's most certainly a desirable effect. It can take the lankiest muscle-craving fiend terrified to ever even step foot into a real gym and transform him, willing or not, into a world class bodybuilder and then some.

Men across the globe were clamoring to submit themselves to the muscle growth they had always dreamed about, knowing that XtraMass would truly shut out all their other worries and force them to devote themselves to growth. Just like all their wildest fantasies they'd find themselves compelled into working out, building mass, all day, every day, transforming from a mere man to a muscle-building factory. Any man on XtraMass was quite easy to pick out in the gym. Above even the freakiest traditional bodybuilders these mens hunger for growth was ferocious, their workouts intense and heavy in respect.

It was truly a wonder drug for the muscle loving community so much so that many tried to deconstruct its makeup, but it proved a tough nut to crack, even for the most experienced chemists. They were able to isolate many of the usual suspects, dbol, tren, all the professional muscle-builders friends, but seemingly nothing else, yet the results were clearly speaking for themselves, there had to be something else to it. In reality, the answer was right in front of their faces the entire time, they just refused to accept it, they had found out exactly what it was made of, run-of-the-mill muscle growth drugs packaged neatly and marketed intentionally to the men most primed to grow, most primed to get addicted to the true drug, the only and last drug you'll ever need or want once you get a taste, muscle. So what do you say, ready to get addicted?

Up another 112lbs... hoping to break 750 by the end of the year.

427lbs this morning… thanks for asking.

Posthuman.

Daddy likes his boys thick.

He kept pressing the up arrow next to weight hoping to see some sort of change in his body from the site promising to make his muscular dreams come through. Frustrated and already clocking in at a healthy 350lbs he wondered why he was even there, having no issue packing on mass without the help of some silly scam site. He was actually 230lbs lighter mere moments ago, but the checkbox just off screen to make himself oblivious to the changes made sure he had no memory of his past self.

“You know son, when I told you to always be the bigger man... I didn’t mean literally.”