JM's Muscle Cuties

In their most shining and glistening glory... Imagine having such a muscular canvas you'd be a makeshift ski slope so steep people would permanently injure themselves sliding off of that body. Or... I mean you could just squeeze them~ Besides the mountainous muscle mass I'd like to offer a huge than

The water had shut off ten minutes ago and she still hadn't moved, because moving was the whole problem. The shower stall had never been built for something like her. The tiled corner held her the way a shot glass holds a fist — which is to say it didn't, not really. She was wedged into it, folded a

I only ended up on that bridge because the morning commute had crawled to a dead stop, the kind of jam where you put the car in park and resign yourself to studying the cables stretching up into a flawless blue sky. I had the radio on. I was, by every measure, having a completely ordinary Tuesday. T

The garage hummed with that low, electric drone of fluorescent lights working overtime, casting everything in a clinical wash of white. Somewhere in the distance, a fan ticked against its housing. The air was thick with the smell of motor oil and chalk dust, mingling with something sweeter — the war

Nothing like a cute squirming meatball flexing and drowning in their own mass! Amirite?!?! But yes, find a different way to host my videos now! So that's good, you don't have to download it to view it 💗 Also, added another video as an attachment! Meatbellyness (Wistia, Inc.)

Here's a fun little comic, I really like how clean this style is so it needed to be featured in a fun little growth scenario. Hope you guys enjoy! 💗

The mattress groaned like it was filing a formal complaint. Danny had been on his back for approximately forty-five seconds and was already reconsidering several life choices—not because he regretted any of them, but because the view from below was something his brain hadn't been engineered to proce

Keeping up keeping up, more new tools on the market and more toys to play around with. Testing new models to see what I can do with all of them! I will do more posts like this along with my normal posts, showing you guys progress pics and what I cook up. Also some time off from my "real" job so now

The trailer smelled faintly of bleach and old sweat, the kind that never quite left the walls no matter how many times they scrubbed it. Brooke had been counting the minutes since the guard locked the outer door—twenty-three now—her heart thumping hard enough that the thick veins on her temples stoo

Some of my more experimental renders... Just absolutely love the mass and expressions in these! Thankfully her quads are strong cause I kinda like my pelvis 💗

Katie stood in the dimly lit corner of the upscale cocktail lounge, her golden dress hugging every curve and ridge of her extraordinary physique like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, but it was her body that truly stole the show—years of relentless training had sculpted her

Missy pushed open the apartment door with her usual bright energy, one hand raised in a cheerful wave. Her dark green hair bounced against her shoulders as she stepped inside, voice lilting through the hallway. “Hiii~! I’m here for the shoot!” She paused in the entryway, blinking at the empty living

The first night she sat cross-legged on their bed, arms folded tight under her modest chest, orange hair falling in soft strands around a face that was trying very hard to look stern. Her tank top hung loose, the thin straps barely disturbed by the gentle rise of her pecs when she breathed. Her bice

I know it fluctuates up and down a lot with subscriber counts but STILL! Thank you guys so much for the support, it means a lot to me and what I do. Here's to another year with bigger improvements!

The situation in the bubbling black pit was dire. The quicksand was thick, warm, and dragging Amina down with a relentless hunger. But as the mysterious sludge seeped into her skin, triggering that familiar, explosive heat, panic gave way to a sudden, meat-headed epiphany. "Wait! Don't throw the rop

The library was a sanctuary of silence, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust dust. But the silence was broken by a sound that didn't belong: the low, rhythmic creak of a sturdy oak table groaning under immense weight. You followed the sound to a secluded corner, where the soft glow of

And happy holidays everyone from JM, Aka. John Mundoe Yes, it is me if you didnt figure it out by now ;) Here is an extensive library of my posts during my Deviantart era (138 Pictures) The file is BIG, half a gig of high resolution pictures of my artwork posted there. Thank you guys for a wonderful

Biggest Buffest Bimbo Body Builder - Yes, cause that's now a thing, at least in my head! Did miss making these every now and then, there are just too many shapes and sizes muscles can come in and this one has been neglected for a while!

( Full resolution download available ) Yeah so I have been enjoying the recent tools on the market a LOT! Experimenting like CRAZY and my original generations are the template before I take them out and start messing with them in a variety of AI programs. I hope it pays off, I am loving the results

Sofia had always been the strongest girl in the village, but lately even she was starting to worry. It started that morning on the dirt path outside town. She stopped to adjust the heavy flour sack the miller had begged her to carry—three hundred pounds like it was nothing—and planted her hands on h

What if Mrs Clause was the one responsible with loading up the damn presents into the sleigh. Gotta make sure you can carry whole warehouses with of gifts in one go! For this one I went with a medium size and a big one for all the people's preferences. Though... I kinda wanna do one with massive boo

Well... Apparently people seemed to really enjoy there so might as well do another. This one with full body shots seeing as all the last ones were just upper body ones!

I had been wandering for hours, drawn by rumors of a hidden grove where the fireflies glowed teal and the air itself tasted like power. When the trees finally parted, I froze—there she was, alone in the clearing, white hair whipping around her face like living moonlight, emerald eyes fixed straight

She lowered herself slowly, deliberately, letting every pound of her settle onto his hips like a living avalanche of warm marble. The mattress groaned in surrender beneath them both, but it was his ragged inhale that made her bite her lip. Her traps were so swollen they kissed the bottoms of her ear

In the haze of the backstage lights, Jessica felt Roger's small paws exploring the ridges of her flexed bicep, his touch sending a shiver through her massive frame. She held the pose a little longer, her arm swelling under his gaze, the peak rising higher as veins traced subtle paths across the smoo

A little mix of Mai with varying sizes. Was playing around with this request from a Patron. Hope you all enjoy it and thank you so much for the continue support 💗

As you might have seen I posted 1 picture of her on the socials but here is the full gallery of her in varying sizes!

In the dim glow of the hidden training room, Juri Han knelt before her master, her once-arrogant eyes now softened with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. Her body was a masterpiece of raw power, sculpted through endless hours of brutal workouts that had transformed her into a living embodimen

In the pulsating glow of the neon-drenched alleyway, where holographic signs flickered in electric blues and pinks against the rain-slicked bricks, stood Mia, the underground gym rat who'd turned her body into a living obsession. She was tucked away in this hidden corner of the cyber city, away from

In the shadowed halls of the ancient temple, where flickering torchlight danced across marble columns, sat Aria, the young champion of the arena. Her body was a masterpiece of power, sculpted through endless days of grueling training under the watchful eyes of her trainers. She knelt on the cool sto

Lena lounged by the edge of the infinity pool, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over her oiled skin, making every striation in her physique shimmer like a forbidden temptation. Her black hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, accentuating the thick cords of her traps that rose high on

The garage trembled every time she walked. Not from the sound of her boots—though those alone could echo through the whole underground workshop—but from the sheer weight of her presence. Metal shelves rattled. Bolts clinked. Even the hanging chains swayed as if saluting her arrival. Grease-stained g

Yeah apparently quite a few liked the brick-house series so here are some more of those power packed muscle cuties!

That onesie that supposedly fits all... Too bad the cutie didnt read the fine print where it didnt include girls that were bigger than a whole Mr Olympia lineup!

The screen lit up—REC blinking red in the corner, signal bars at full. A soft filter of pink hearts hovered over the image, casting a glowing blush over every curve, line, and freakishly enormous striation on her body. She leaned into the frame, all teeth and confidence, as her massive delts swelled

The boardwalk creaked under each of her steps — not from old wood, but from the sheer weight of the walking mass of muscle that was somehow still called a girl. She wasn’t dressed for attention. In fact, her outfit was as minimal and casual as could be: just snug white shorts and a loose pair of fli

Coach hadn’t meant to cause a chain reaction when he spoke to Bella that day. He’d simply made an observation — a quick, offhand note during practice on a sunny spring afternoon. “Bella,” he said, squinting at her as she shifted nervously at the starting line. “You’re still a bit… top heavy for a sp

From somewhere inside that forest of flesh, her eyes blinked softly. Only her head remained free — a gentle, delicate face peeking out from between slabs of living hypertrophy, her expression serene despite the ocean of muscle threatening to eclipse her entirely. Shoulders? Gone. Traps? Towering. He

Her silver braid glinted under the soft lights, one perfect loop falling neatly over the mass of flesh that now engulfed her entire frame. She sat in silence — not from shyness, but necessity. Moving, even breathing, seemed like it required monumental effort. And yet, her face remained serene, calm.

Yall know the meme... Well, at least it should be! Come to life!

“Hi,” she says, sunshine-soft, tilting her head. “It’s a little silly, I know. I… may have overdid one-arm day.” The room is nothing but white and light, a floating stage where color has to earn its place. She brings all of it with her—the pink-mint triangles of a pastel bikini, the scatter of freck

“You were saying?” It lands with a wink and a blade. She’s bigger than the dare now—so pumped the air around her seems to tighten to fit. Bare skin gleams; vein-laced mass piles high around a grin that knows exactly what it’s doing to you. Her traps ride up like storm clouds to the line of her jaw,

Buttons don’t just pop—they launch. One zips past your ear with a wicked little zing, another pings off the wall as her chest rises like a tide. Cotton splits in a clean, surrendering rip, the placket opening while her pecs climb, climb, climb, inner cuts carving deeper until the canyon between them

“I’m telling you—it’s too small. Don’t believe me?” She says it with that sideways, catlike smile, thumbs hooked under the last intact button of a white shirt that has absolutely no business being on this body. The cotton doesn’t drape so much as beg; seams bow into trembling arcs over pecs stacked

You know the meme... But lets be real, who here doesn't feel like it when it comes to muscle or flexing around here? Every now and then you want a little extra and then you turn all Kylo Ren on them!

The air was thick with anticipation before she even flexed. She stood in the center of the room, cheeks flushed, the delicate white bikini clinging to her like an afterthought. It was a garment made for someone ordinary, someone with curves that could be contained, not someone whose body looked forg

The tower wasn’t stone this time—it was glass and steel, a high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. Yet the girl leaning over the balc The tower wasn’t stone this time—it was glass and steel, a high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. Yet the girl leaning over the balcony looked every bi

The floor trembled beneath the weight of the plates, the bar bending audibly under the pressure. She lay pinned beneath it—not by weakness, but by the sheer, crushing enormity of her own body. Her face was set in a snarl, teeth bared, eyes burning with effort. Every breath made her chest convulse, p

The gym was quiet except for the deep, echoing clank of plates. She lay flat on the bench, hands wrapped around the barbell, the weight loaded far beyond what most lifters would ever dream of touching. But it wasn’t the bar that seemed heavy—it was her. Every inch of her frame was swollen beyond bel

The smaller girl stiffened as she felt the tug, her eyes darting sideways with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Her pastel bikini was already stretched to its limit over abs so sharply carved they looked like a washboard sculpted from marble, but now the gentle pull on the strap made her shift u