Trainer Victor
Chapter 1
Oscar Reynolds stood hesitating in front of the gym door for a long time.
The doctor had recommended strength training several years ago.
“You need to do regular strength exercises. At your current condition, even daily life will gradually become difficult.”
The doctor’s words had lingered in his mind, but Oscar had kept putting it off, lacking the courage.
Using excuses like “I’m too busy with work,” “I’ll start when my body feels a little better,” or “Next month for sure,” he had delayed it for years.
Finally, today, he made up his mind and pushed open the door to ‘Iron Vital’.
As soon as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of solid, massive bodies under bright lights.
Oscar instinctively shrank his shoulders.
‘Can someone like me… really work out here…?’
A man behind the counter smiled and greeted him.
“First time here?”
Victor Kane. 48 years old. 202cm tall and 385kg.
Wearing a black cap, a white short-sleeve shirt, and black training pants, he was already far beyond the bounds of ordinary humans.
His chest and shoulders looked ready to burst through the shirt, and the heavy outline of his cock was clearly visible, bulging against the front of his pants.
Oscar answered in a hesitant voice.
“…Yes. How… how do I use the facilities?”
Victor smiled gently and began to explain.
“You can just use it normally, or you can sign up for PT sessions. For beginners, training with a personal trainer is safer and more effective.”
As he spoke, he gestured toward the gym interior visible through the glass beside the counter.
Oscar’s gaze followed.
Young muscular men lifting heavy barbells on benches, middle-aged men pulling cables with their backs swelling as if about to explode, and even a man in his late sixties doing squats.
Everyone had enormous mass and rock-solid bodies, and the heavy outlines of their cocks swaying beneath their training pants caught his eye.
For a moment, Oscar was speechless.
‘There are so many bodies like that…? Can an old man like me… really train here…?’
Victor added with a slight smile.
“Most of our members do PT. Especially for gentlemen your age, it’s best to learn the proper form from the beginning. Incorrect posture can easily lead to injury.”
Oscar looked back and forth between Victor’s overwhelming physique and the massive bodies filling the gym, then nodded as if in a daze.
In the end, he signed the PT contract with trembling hands.
About a week later.
Under Victor’s guidance, Oscar had been learning various exercises — bench press, cable machines, leg press, and more.
The changes were still minimal, but he had gained a tiny bit of firmness in his arms and chest, and he felt slightly less out of breath.
That day, Victor focused on teaching Oscar push-ups.
Every time Oscar lowered and raised his body from the floor with effort, Victor stood right beside him, correcting his waist and back.
“Breathe out slowly as you push your chest up. Keep your back flat on the floor…”
Whenever Oscar spread his arms and lowered his body, Victor’s heavy cock, hanging long inside his training pants, brushed against the inside of Oscar’s arm or thigh — sometimes even pressing lightly against him.
Every time he felt that heavy, warm weight, Oscar’s face burned and his heart pounded wildly.
‘This… this is… too much… his cock keeps touching me… Why is it so heavy and hot…?
It’s embarrassing… How can an old man like me… feel something like this…? But why… is my body… reacting like this…?’
Victor seemed to quietly enjoy Oscar’s tension, yet spoke in a calm voice.
“Good. Keep your elbows a little closer. Come on, just a few more! Slowly — all the way down, then back up. You’re doing well.”
Oscar clenched his teeth and tried to focus, but every time Victor’s cock brushed his arm, his body trembled slightly and he felt a strange twitch below.
‘No… I need to concentrate… That heavy feeling… it’s too distracting…’
When the push-up set finally ended, Victor spoke softly.
“After today’s workout, go take a shower. We have a large shower room.”
Oscar opened the door to the shower room.
Warm water poured down, but the entire space was filled with a thick, musky scent of semen.
Near the floor drain, white precum mixed with water was flowing viscously, so much that the drain was half-clogged and gurgling as it struggled to empty.
There were a few younger men, but what stood out most was a group of three older men gathered in one corner.
Their faces looked like ordinary neighborhood grandpas — wrinkled and kindly — but their bodies were absolute monsters.
Their chests, arms, and thighs swelled massively, glistening under the water, and their cocks hung heavily, slapping against their thighs or swaying half-hard with noticeable weight.
The grandpas were chatting loudly.
“You look even bigger today. Your chest has gotten thicker.”
“These days my energy is overflowing and it’s a problem. My cock gets so hard at night I can’t sleep properly. At this point, I feel like I need a milker. If I don’t drain it a few times, I’ll end up leaking outside…”
“Hey, old man. Move your cock out of the way. It keeps hitting my leg. Damn, it’s so heavy it’s driving me crazy.”
“Sorry. But after today’s workout, it’s swelling up again. The precum is no joke. The drain’s gonna get clogged again.”
“After every workout and shower, I feel like I have to jerk off at least once. With a body this big, the stamina comes along with it. If I don’t drain it, it twitches all night and drives me insane.”
The moment they noticed Oscar, their voices dropped slightly.
(in a low whisper)
“That guy must be the new one Victor brought in.”
“I wonder how big he’ll get… Hehe… With that skinny body, I’m curious how huge his cock will become…”
Oscar stole glances at their gazes, their monstrous glistening muscles, their heavily swaying cocks, and the white precum clogging the drain. His chest felt tight.
‘How did they become like that…? Their faces look like normal old men… but their bodies… those cocks…
Could someone like me… really become like that…?’
Just then, the shower room door opened and Victor entered.
He was completely naked.
His 385kg super-muscular body shone overwhelmingly under the water.
His enormous cock hung heavily, slapping against his thighs with every step and swaying along with the water stream.
Victor stood at the showerhead right next to Oscar and turned on the water.
“Your push-up form has improved a lot today. If you keep this up, you’ll see noticeable changes soon.”
The two stood side by side, showering.
Every time Victor’s cock brushed against Oscar’s arm or thigh, Oscar’s body flinched.
Victor asked in a soft but suggestive voice.
“Do you want to become like those grandpas over there?”
Oscar hesitated for a moment, then answered as calmly as he could.
“…If it’s possible… I’d like that.”
Victor smiled and lightly placed his hand on Oscar’s shoulder.
“Then… I have a good supplement. Would you like to try it while you’re training here? The effects are quite fast and definite.”
Oscar faced Victor’s intense gaze, the overwhelming muscles glistening under the water, and the massive cock hanging heavily right beside him.
Anxiety.
Curiosity.
And a powerful throb rising from deep in his chest — something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
He slowly nodded.