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superhuman strength, and who use this strength for violent purposes,
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Alex Renov 




ANDY'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT
by Alex 



     	Andy was always the one to party when the time came.  He 
loved to drink in high school and that attitude had lasted him 
well on into his college career.  He had a boyfriend, but given 
the choice, he would choose taking a shot of whiskey with his 
buddies than hang out with his boyfriend.  He was really strange 
in that way.  Andy was kind of a slacker though.  He did well in 
school when he would actually go to class, but too bad that was 
only twice a week at most.  During the summer months, he worked 
with his father as a construction worker for a local union contracting 
company.


     	Sunday was Andy's 21st birthday, and just like all of his 
friends' 21st birthday, Andy went out drinking to celebrate it.  
His best friend Doug organized the party and basically booked the 
entire bar for that night.  There might have been a table of two 
left for any random customers, but overall, the place was basically 
packed with Andy's friends.

	"Oh, you guys are the best!  I didn't even expect this!!"

	"Whatever dude, you knew this was coming.  Can you believe 
it?!  YOU'RE 21!!!  You know what that means!!!"

	Andy knew quite well that it was tradition to do 21 shots on 
your 21st birthday, and he was well aware of the consequences of doing 
it.  He would probably get drunk off his ass and not be able to walk 
straight by the end of the night.  He didn't care though...he was having 
the time of his life.  Besides, Andy had a pretty decent tolerance; 
if he spread out his drinks over several hours, he wouldn't be that bad.

	Hours went by, and Andy drank away, taking his time 
not to get too drunk too quickly.  He was pretty good at pacing himself, 
but it was kind of hard to really pace yourself when all your friends 
are urging you on.  Besides, everyone didn't want to wait for him to 
take his time.  It was getting late and everybody wanted to get home 
for work or school the next day.

	"ONE MORE BUDDY - SHOOT IT"

	"I CAN DO IT!!  HERE IT GOES" and at that moment, Andy reared 
his head back and let his 21st shot, a Kamikaze, slide down his 
throat.  There was a huge uproar and everybody was cheering.

	"Way to go buddy!!!" one cheered.

	"We knew you could do it!!!"  Since Andy's friends were 
basically taking over the pub, everybody was basically clapping for 
him.  Most were just clapping because they wanted to go home 
wanted to go home.  Andy looked around the room at all his friends 
who had cheered and thanked them for coming.  As they were all 
leaving, Andy glanced up at a table in the back to see this 
man sitting, silent, just staring at him.

	"Hey Doug, who is that guy up by the jukebox?" Doug turned 
around to look at the table next to the jukebox.  He couldn't see 
anybody there - just an empty table with two chairs

	"Dude, who are you talking about?"

	"There was a guy there, I swear.  This is so weird!  He was 
there not even two seconds before you looked."

	"Andy, i think you have had one too many drinks, buddy."

	"I'm not lying...I saw what I saw.  He was just staring at me with 
this nasty look on his face.  He wasn't here for my party, that's for sure.  
I've never seen him before in my life.  You didn't invite any of your 
friends that I don't know, did you?"

	"No, dude.  Andy, you are drunk man, there was nobody there.  And 
since the party is over now, it seems that there isn't many people 
in here either.  Do you want me to call you a cab?  I think I should."

	"No, its ok.  I only live down the block...I will just take the 
back way.  I should be fine, but thanks again for setting this up for me.  
You turn 21 in two weeks - BEWARE!"  The two of them giggled and then went 
their separate ways.

	Andy liked taking the alley behind the bar to go home.  It was 
quiet and Andy liked to think to himself when he walked that way.  
"I am not that drunk, why would I be seeing things?   This was a 
person...what's the problem here."  Andy couldn't figure it out 
for the life of him.  His head started to throb thinking about it so he 
decided to forget it.  I mean, what would be the point anyway?

	Then, a booming voice shot out nowhere echoing off the brick 
walls of the dark alley.  "Oh look!  What do we have here.  It's the 
fucking birthday boy."

	Andy peered up the alley to see if he could make out any 
figure of a person.  "WHO SAID THAT!!"  Andy yelled

	"Why don't you take a look behind you asshole, and you will see 
who spoke to you, or should i say you will see WHAT spoke to you."

	With that, Andy turned around to see the biggest man he had ever 
seen in his entire life.  Biceps that must have measured 30" cold, a chest 
that must have stretched the tape past 70, quads that the giant redwoods 
would be jealous of, and a pair of solid brick abs with cuts at least an 
inch deep.  This guy was enormous - he looked like one of those muscle 
morphs that Andy had seen pictures of on the net, but this guy was real.  
Veins snaked around this guy's body like a roadmap and there was not an 
ounce of fat on him.  Then, Andy moved up to the man's face.

	"SHIT, YOU ARE THE GUY I SAW IN THE BAR!!  I thought you were just 
a figment of my imagination.  You basically just vanished."

	"No dipshit.  Using these steel pillars, I ran away before your 
friend made the full turn of his head."  The Beast of Granite flexed the 
most inhuman set of legs that Andy had ever seen.  They made Paul DeMayo 
look like he was standing on toothpicks.  "I didn't want any witnesses."

	"W-W-W-What the hell do you mean witnesses?"  Andy's voice sounded 
very scared and very afraid.

	"Today I felt like just sitting down quietly with myself and just 
think about how gorgeous I am.  I went to have a few drinks thinking of 
how nobody can beat this godly body.  Then you and your puny ass friends 
come in and make a racket because of your birthday.  I could not concentrate 
on my beauty, and sadly for you, you will pay for that!  DEARLY!!"

	Andy took another look at the musclebeast and knew that whatever 
he was going to do to him, there would be no escape.  In a heartbeat, 
Alex took off sprinting down the alley leaving the huge monster behind 
him.  He looked back once to see the god still standing in the same place 
laughing heartily.  "WHAT A SICK FUCK" Andy thought to himself.  When he 
was about 20 feet away from the end of the alley, 20 feet away from 
freedom, a strong breeze kicked up in Andy's face.  The breeze increased 
slowly to a strong wind...then soon to a gale.  Andy couldn't understand 
it and really couldn't fight it.  It was too much for him to handle as 
he grabbed on to a garbage dumpster.  In another second, the gale picked 
up and Andy's feet quickly snapped from the ground as he was being pulled 
back.  Holding on to the dumpster for dear life, he looked to see how the 
musclebeast was handling the sudden change in weather.  The man stood 
solid with his lips pursed and his striated pecs flexed to enormous 
proportions and growing more outward - DEFYING GRAVITY.

	"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?!"  Andy thought.  "OH SHIT!!!!  HE'S 
CAUSING THIS FUCKING TORNADO!!"  While he was looking at the beast of 
steel, the dumpster started to move towards the musclegod losing against 
the power of his muscled lungs.  Tires stacked neatly in the alley flew 
towards the beast but just bounced off his steel frame.  Andy couldn't 
take the pain and strain on his arms as he regretfully let go of the 
garbage dumpster.  He flew back with such force and speed heading right 
towards the Beast himself.  The enormous dumpster couldn't take much 
more of the power either as the Beast inhaled more deeply.  The steel 
ton was lifted from the ground and started to fly backward as well.  
Andy hit Beast's supercut abs with a loud resounding "SNAP" as Andy's arm 
shattered upon impact.  Beast didn't even budge a milimeter.  The heavy 
dumpster flew past the beast's head and crashed into the brick wall 
behind them. 

	"MY ARM!!!  YOU BROKE MY FUCKING ARM YOU SON OF A BITCH - WHAT 
THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

	"Your arm is the worst of your problems.  I am your biggest 
one.  I did you a favor anyway...look at that puny fucking arm anyway.  
Now look at this!"  Beast held out his arm at a 180 degree angle and 
started to curl his forearm up.  His bicep ballooned up in front of Andy's 
eyes and didn't want to stop.  Veins snaked around the skin engorged with 
blood feeling like steel running through the veins.  Beast grabbed Andy 
by the throat and turned around towards the brick wall behind him.  "I 
have a little gas, fucker."  With that, Beast let out the loudest burp 
echoing throughout the alleyway shattering windows.  When he was done, 
Beast blew the horrible smelling fumes on Andy with such force that he 
shot back about 20 feet and slammed his back on the brick wall hoisted 
a foot from the ground.  Nothing was keeping him up but the pure strength 
of the Beast's lungs.  Andy tried to scream from the pressure of the blast, 
but the wind held his jaw shut tight.  Slowly, Beast turned up the pressure 
of the blast and small cracks could be heard on the wall behind Andy.  The 
foundation was actually being pulverized to dust behind him.  Beast pursed 
his lips tighter as he directed the blast to the center of the chest.  
Andy's mouth was finally free as he let out blood curdling screams from the 
pain being inflicted.  He looked down and actually saw his ribs starting to 
bend, but Beast did lot let up until he heard a satisfying crunch as Andy's 
sternum snapped.  Andy fell to the ground in extreme pain.  

	"I'm going to kill you, you fucking asshole!" Andy whelped.

	"Don't you learn yet?!  There is not a soul alive who could 
beat me.  Should I prove it to you some more?"  Beast grabbed one 
of the tires that had flown at him during the hurricane and wedged 
it between his pecs.  "Big fucking pecs!  Fucking melon balls of steel!  
Mine to command - Mine to control!"  Beast inhaled deeply and inflated 
his pecs to inhuman proportions.  Steel striations lined his enormous 
mountains of muscle as they closed in on the rubber of the tire.  The 
cleavage of his inhuman muscles sqeezed in harder like a godly vice as 
the tire popped with a deafening scream.  Beast tossed the piece of 
shredded rubber to the side.  He then moved on to the dumpster that had 
crashed into the wall behind him.  He hoisted it over head as if it were 
a napkin and looked Andy right in the eye with no expression...only bloodlust.  
"PAY ATTENTION - SEE WHAT AWAITS YOU!"  Without grimacing or even flexing 
too hard, the Beast slowly started to bring his hands together crushing 
inwards on the dense steel.  Muscles bulged under his inhuman skin, yet 
he showed no signs of fatigue at all.  When his hands finally met, Beast 
tossed the unrecognizable glob of metal to the ground with a hard thud.  
"Your turn buddy!"  Beast layed down on the ground right next to his helpless 
victim and wrapped his mammoth quads aound Andy's upper thighs.  

	"LOOK AT OUR QUADS PRICK!  YOUR'S ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME.  
Running away was your second mistake today."

	"W-W-W-What was my first" Andy yelped.

	"You breathed!"  Beast slowly flexed his striated quads.  Veins 
bursting on the skin rippling with power.  Thick muscle cut the way a 
bodybuilder only dreamed.  Andy writhed in pain as the musclegod crushed 
down on his pathetic looking quads.

	Suddenly, there was a large "CRRRRRRACK" that echoed throughout 
the alley.  "AHHHHHHHH  YOU BROKE MY FUCKING LEG" Andy SCREAMED but the 
musclegod didn't care.

	"Ooooh yeah.  Big fucking legs.  Monster granite thighs.  These 
babies will do more than just break them."  The Beast continued to flex 
his massive pillars and the sound of femurs disintegrating was music 
to his ears.

	"PLEASE!!!!!!!  GET THE FUCK OFF ME" Andy was in the most 
immense pain he had ever been in his whole life.

	"FUCK YOU!!  YOu should have thought of this before coming to 
your party.  Consider what I am going to do to you as your gift."  
Beast continued his massive onslaught until bones either splintered 
through the skin and or were reduced to powder.  "These fucking quads 
could crush steel, boy."

	Beast stood up and looked at his masterpiece of muscle 
destruction.  Andy's legs were completely turned to mush...there was 
not a bone left that was longer than two inches in his quads.  Beast 
just stood and looked at Andy's face, tears streaming, screams issuing 
from his mouth.  Beast looked around the alley and walked over to the 
sewer.  He noticed the manhole cover and ripped it out even though it 
was welded into place.  He stuck it between his legs and shot out a 
massive flex,veins in his legs stood out and snaked around his quads.  
The dense metal of the manhole cover screamed trying to keep its shape 
against the man-god's power.  The metal tried in vain to withstand the 
brutal torture, but it could not hold up much longer and started to fold 
in on itself.  Beast's face remained perfectly solid and without expression 
until the metal changed to an unrecognizable clump.  Beast gave a small 
smile that struck fear in the pained Andy.  "GET UP"

	"PLEASE SIR, I C-C-CAN't"

	Beast grabbed Andy by the collar and hoisted him up until 
he was eye level with the beast.  His feet dangling in mid air.  
"When I give you an order, you LISTEN!!!!"  Beast wrapped his gargantuan 
arms around Andy's pathetic chest.  "My pythons are going to destroy 
you, birthday boy."  With Andy still suspended off the ground, the night air
 grew silent.  And then, the Beast started to sqeeze in with his massive 
guns.  Looking Andy straight in the eye, with only a smile on his face, 
Beast began to slowly flex his chest.  Muscles bunching under the paper 
thin skin into huge mammoth mounds of iron constricted Andy tighter and tighter.

	The air rushed out of Andy's lungs as his screams were just 
silenced.  He flailed his legs around in the hopes of getting release 
but to no avail.  He tried desperately punching Beast's back, but 
the superhuman lats felt like hitting a brick wall.  Above the vain 
attempts to escape, a loud sound issued from the man's chest like 
a bone splintering.

	"Say good bye to your fucking chest dude."  With little effort, 
Beast started to flex his granite, gnarly muscle.  The split peaks 
of his biceps crushing in on the sides, the bowling pin forarms 
compressing from the back, and thick, meaty pecs squeezing from the 
front was too much than Andy could handle.  Ribs shattered one by 
one in the amazing death grip giving Andy's lungs a lot of pain to 
take in some air.

	"PLEASE!!!  I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE"  Andy SHOUTED.  With 
that, the beast let him down.

	"If you can't take that, how are you going to be able to 
handle this?"  Beast layed down on the floor and placed Andy so 
that he was laying across his stomach with his butt over his navel.  
"How would you like to see how I work my stomach, asshole?  Don't 
you want to see how I get this 8-pack that most bodybuilders only 
dream of getting?"  Beast raised his knees so that his feet were 
flat on the floor and put his hands behind his head.  His biceps 
were so big, it was a wonder how they didn't crush down on his own 
skull.

	"Sir, p-p-please have mercy.  I'll do anything you want.  
What do you want from me?"

	"Your blood on my muscles."  Beast started raising his torso 
from the ground until Andy's pelvis was sandwiched between solid abs 
and steel quads.  Andy could not believe the torture this guy was 
giving him.  "Pay attention to me fucker.  This is why we call it a 
CRUNCH."  Beast gave three short exhales and continued on with his 
situp.  Suddenly, a muffled crack issued from the musclebeast's inhuman 
muscles.

	"AHHHHHHHHHH  LET ME GO LET ME GO PLEEEEASE!'

	"Not until these abs are done with you."  Blood streamed out 
of the ridges in Beast's abs as Andy's hips were ground to mush.  Beast 
didn't stop though, he had too much of an urge to totally destroy this 
motherfucker.  Beast continued to rise up until his chin touched the top 
oh his knees.  Andy's pelvis was flattened completely and blood started 
to issue out of the screaming mouth of the victim.  

	Beast got up and took a glance at his masterpiece.  Andy looked 
horrible; from the waist down, it looked as if he had gotten run over by 
a truck.  Andy was coughing up blood from the extreme torture that was 
administered.  Beast's torso was covered in bone and gore from the horrible 
onslaught.  "I guess you had enough torture for one day, you piece of shit."

	"ttttthank you" Andy whimpered.  Even if Beast did let him 
go, he knew that he was going to be a quadripeligic for the rest of 
his life.  Beast started walking towards the broken piece of a man 
that was Andy.  "wwwwhat are yyou doing?"

	"Don't question me fucker!  I said you were done being tortured.  
I didn't say I was done with you.  LOOK AT MY CALFS!!"  Beast flexed 
his calfs forming an iron heart shaped muscle that ballooned outwards 
the size bodybuilder's wished their biceps to be.  "They aren't calfs, 
THEY ARE BULLS!"  Beast grabbed Andy by the hair and put his chin in 
the crook of his knee - right on the underside of his knee.  He brought 
his calf up and viced his head between solid muscle - his calf and his 
hamstring.  "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASSHOLE!"  Beast's hamstring bulged with 
enormous power as he slowly flexed it in on Andy's head.  The pressure 
was enormous as they crushed in on Andy's temples.  Blood started to 
flow out of Andy's nose, eyes, and mouth as his whole face became beet red.

	"p-p-please"

	"Good night"  Beast finished his flex as his muscles squashed 
Andy's skull like a pancake.  Pieces of gray matter fell to the ground 
out most of the gore remained trapped in the vice.  Beast finished his 
flex and Andy's lifeless body fell to the ground.

	"He will never interrupt me again."

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