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So I followed the giant the next morning. Thank God I trecad him to his apartment yesterday so there was no problem watching him. When he was waling towards the rever bank I couldn't make myself stop staring at his massive muscles rolling over his entire body. There was no gap in them - everything was bulging and flexing even without him knowing - that huge he was. I was wondering how he achieved it so hard that I didn't put too much attention on the road. I was pursuing myself to come up to him and quickly ask how long he'd been lifting. He must say around 30 years at least, I thought, but he isn't older then 35!!! Was he pumping from childhood by weird will of his father? The idea seemed crazy to me.
But then I realised that being so thoughtfu I lost the track of giant. For a moment I panicked but then I saw some movements behind the bushes on the river. I walked there and found myself on the some sort of a beach with pale sand. At first it seemed there was nobody. But then I heard mumbling and ran to the sound. I saw him - gargantuan man, at least 9 feet tall, broad as a barn, massive as a brute. He put his hands together behind his back to flex his triceps but now he couldn't get them back as before for some reason.

He truned on a sound of my footsteps and awkwardly grinned:

"Sorry, that's a bit uneasy, but... Could you help me, please? - he asked. - I guess my muscles aren't suitable for that anymore..."

Yeah, he was right. I saw the reason for his trouble - his too wide lats couldn't allow hands to come back in usual position and his fingers were suppressed by his heavy butt. The motivation for flexing on the empty beach also turned out pretty soon - I could hardly see some chicks on a ship sailing not far away from the beach. I wasn't sure to judge the chicks' boobs but Mr.Giant was desperately noticeable with his size. I came closer and pushed his rock-hard lats a bit to give his hands some space to sneak past the back. With the other hand I dared to lift his butt a bit to free his fingers. I felt hot - I made up plans to come and talk to the colossus one day but everything happened in the opposite way.

His lowered his hands and shook them to restore blood moving in his muscles. His already gigantic looking pecs in a strained way truned out to be absolutely enormous, bigger than any watermelon, while triceps hid there terrifying width.

"Ouf, - he said, you saved me. Thanks! I don't want to stay in that position for the entire day!"

"B-b-but... - I mumbled being shocked by his huginesss. He had no reason in flexing - even relaxed he was unbelievably muscular and broad. His crotch was somewhere on the level of my chest with my heignt 185sm. - W-w-why?"

"I gave up competing, mate, - he said without boasting. - I have a rest in here from my fury. You know what they told me? 'You're too big for our category system. Stages wouldn't support such weight as yours!' Just magine! And this at the time when every bodybuilder tries to get bigger! But they won't achieve my results in this! Never! 483lbs, man! And how I got them?! I tried it 5 times in a row!"

"What did you try?" - I finally realised that he's gonna tell me this even without me asking him.

"I'll tel you in a different place, mate, - he said, understanding that he already said too much. - By the way, name' Frank..."

I ecitedly shook Frank's gigantic hand, staring at his forearm thicker than my own leg....

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So I followed the giant the next morning. Thank God I trecad him to his apartment yesterday so there was no problem watching him. When he was waling towards the rever bank I couldn't make myself stop staring at his massive muscles rolling over his entire body. There was no gap in them - everything was bulging and flexing even without him knowing - that huge he was. I was wondering how he achieved it so hard that I didn't put too much attention on the road. I was pursuing myself to come up to him and quickly ask how long he'd been lifting. He must say around 30 years at least, I thought, but he isn't older then 35!!! Was he pumping from childhood by weird will of his father? The idea seemed crazy to me.
But then I realised that being so thoughtfu I lost the track of giant. For a moment I panicked but then I saw some movements behind the bushes on the river. I walked there and found myself on the some sort of a beach with pale sand. At first it seemed there was nobody. But then I heard mumbling and ran to the sound. I saw him - gargantuan man, at least 9 feet tall, broad as a barn, massive as a brute. He put his hands together behind his back to flex his triceps but now he couldn't get them back as before for some reason.

He truned on a sound of my footsteps and awkwardly grinned:

"Sorry, that's a bit uneasy, but... Could you help me, please? - he asked. - I guess my muscles aren't suitable for that anymore..."

Yeah, he was right. I saw the reason for his trouble - his too wide lats couldn't allow hands to come back in usual position and his fingers were suppressed by his heavy butt. The motivation for flexing on the empty beach also turned out pretty soon - I could hardly see some chicks on a ship sailing not far away from the beach. I wasn't sure to judge the chicks' boobs but Mr.Giant was desperately noticeable with his size. I came closer and pushed his rock-hard lats a bit to give his hands some space to sneak past the back. With the other hand I dared to lift his butt a bit to free his fingers. I felt hot - I made up plans to come and talk to the colossus one day but everything happened in the opposite way.

His lowered his hands and shook them to restore blood moving in his muscles. His already gigantic looking pecs in a strained way truned out to be absolutely enormous, bigger than any watermelon, while triceps hid there terrifying width.

"Ouf, - he said, you saved me. Thanks! I don't want to stay in that position for the entire day!"

"B-b-but... - I mumbled being shocked by his huginesss. He had no reason in flexing - even relaxed he was unbelievably muscular and broad. His crotch was somewhere on the level of my chest with my heignt 185sm. - W-w-why?"

"I gave up competing, mate, - he said without boasting. - I have a rest in here from my fury. You know what they told me? 'You're too big for our category system. Stages wouldn't support such weight as yours!' Just magine! And this at the time when every bodybuilder tries to get bigger! But they won't achieve my results in this! Never! 483lbs, man! And how I got them?! I tried it 5 times in a row!"

"What did you try?" - I finally realised that he's gonna tell me this even without me asking him.

"I'll tel you in a different place, mate, - he said, understanding that he already said too much. - By the way, name' Frank..."

I ecitedly shook Frank's gigantic hand, staring at his forearm thicker than my own leg....