Ever wondered just how big I really am?

In this solo scene, I take you inside the gym right after a brutal pump session — chest heaving, arms engorged, sweat dripping, and veins popping. It’s not just a flex show — it’s a full-on measurement session, and the numbers speak for themselves.

First up: chest. The tape stretches across my thick pecs, struggling to wrap around the mass. I flex hard, and it reads a massive 60 inches — thick, wide, and rock solid. You can practically see the power radiating from every breath I take.

Then biceps. Pumped to the max, I hit a brutal double bi and wrap the tape around my arm. Over 24 inches of veiny, round, peaked perfection. I flex slow, let you watch it swell, twitch, and explode in size. It’s not just big — it’s freakish.

I keep going — shoulders, quads, calves, even neck. Every number is huge. Every body part is swollen, powerful, dominant. You’ll hear the cocky tone in my voice as I read out the stats, smirking like the muscle god I am. This is full alpha energy. I know you’re obsessed, and I love rubbing it in.

There’s flexing. Posing. Ripped clothes. Sweat. Attitude. And a whole lot of size worship — all from you, the viewer, watching me get off on just how massive I’ve become.

If you’re into muscle obsession, freaky stats, gym size worship, and dominant bodybuilder energy — this is pure porn for your size kink. No one’s built like this. And now you’ve got the numbers to prove it.