THE CONTEST



        The contest is in 12 hours. It is 7:00 A.M. and I have been sitting
here all night – staring at the beaker. All night. I look at my 200 lb.
frame in the mirror and see that my eyes are red, my body is shaking from
lack of sleep, and yet I continue to stare at the liquid and wonder. What
will it do to me? What results can I expect? What are the side effects of
taking such a large dosage? I have tried it out on several “subjects” with
incredible results – increased mass and strength, and near physical
imperviousness to any tool of destruction.

        Eventually they all had to be immobilized before they did any
further damage. The condition of my lab is a testimony to their
accomplishments - total destruction everywhere. And now they exist in
suspended animation in bionic suspension chambers here in my lab - eight men
who once weighed between 120 lbs. to 200 lbs. Each was 10 lbs. heavier than
the other one was, and each was given a slightly larger dosage than the one
before. I am 22 years old, a senior in college, and I purposely chose men
who were smaller and younger than I am. The first was 14  - a high school
freshman - and the last 21 – a junior in college. All were pathetically puny
men who had been longing for more mass and size and who felt rejected by all
of the people they knew.

        I researched them carefully, followed them around, watched their
habits, and found out their pathetic weaknesses. I played on those
weaknesses in my talks with them about being rejected and scorned and
totally ignored, and eventually convinced them to try the serum. No, when I
think about it, I didn’t convince them – they begged me for it! They begged
and pleaded until I LET them take it. And the results that they got were
mind-blowing! Inhuman muscle! Inhuman mass! Added height! Incredible
strength! They were like machines of destruction. They were capable of any
feat of power! I had built an army that was at my beck and call! Incredible!
Eight men who could have taken all eight world titles. Eight men no one
could beat. But it was gone now.

        I walk the room, staring into each of the capsules, viewing the 25”
arms – the 60” chests – the 30” waists – the 20” necks – all 6’6” tall and
perfect. What was I going to do? The contest was in 12 hours and I had no
contestant. So what stopped ME from taking the serum myself? I knew the
answer. It was what I knew about their minds! They were all incredible
specimens but the serum had robbed them of any other thought processes
except those of destruction and mayhem. With each man I had tried to change
the formula to make him more able to control his actions; that is, except
when force was needed! With the first few it was impossible. They were
nothing but strength and muscle machines and they had no ability to control
the havoc they caused. The last four were better – more able to keep their
emotions in check.

        And the last one was almost perfect! Well, that is up until this
morning when he was in the gym preparing for tonight’s event. He was to be
the next Mr. World - the next man to take the bodybuilding community by
storm. The money, the fame, the endorsements – he would be bigger than any
man that had reigned before him. It was all in the bag! He was on the table
getting his post workout rub down. The trainer told him to sit up so that
the assistants could do his arms and legs. Slowly the unbelievable mass of
muscle raised himself into a sitting position causing every muscle in his
body to flex hard. The four of them worked furiously – rubbing all of that
incredible muscle mass and trying to serve this muscle man well. As the two
men who working his arms finished the rubdown, he smiled at them, put his
hands on their necks, and slowly lifted them off of the ground! I saw it
beginning, and I was helpless to stop it. “No!” I shouted. And he ignored
me.

        He held them off of the ground, their feet dangling in the air, and
smiled into their faces. Then he flexed his massive chest, let out a primal
grunt, and suddenly rammed them together – crushing their skulls. He
screamed again and released them, letting their bodies thud to the floor. He
grabbed the two men working his legs and lifted them and he stood to his
full 6’6” height. They were helpless as he walked toward the mirror and let
them watch themselves in his massive arms. He made them face the mirror,
their noses pressed up against the reflective glass. “That’s you alive,” he
said, as he made them stare into their own eyes. “And now, this is you,
dead!” Then he made his incredible 25” biceps flex into huge peaks, screamed
his horrible primal scream and smiled as he rammed the two men into the
mirror, shattering the glass. But their bodies didn’t stop there. They were
pressed INTO the wall, beyond it, and then into the concrete block that made
up the outer walls of the building! Glass continued to shatter everywhere.
They were imbedded a FOOT into their bloody chambers of plaster and cinder
block and glass! A full 12 inches! He turned to the head trainer and smiled.

        “Leave him alone!” I yelled as I went for the stun gun. He looked
down at Max, his faithful trainer who had prepared him night and day for
this contest, and put his hands under Max’s lats and he lifted him as easily
as if he weighed noting at all. He brought Max to his face, and the poor
trainer turned pale white. I knew the head butt was coming. It was how four
of the previous men had ended their trainer’s lives.

        I set the gun on ‘high’ and crossed behind the huge man’s back. I
applied the charge to his neck and suddenly he let Max fall. He turned to
me. “Open the chamber!” I yelled to Max, and he did limped across the room
and did as he was told. The creature reached out to take me, and I somehow
managed to press the gun into his head, and the jolt dropped him to the
floor! My heart raced as Max and I struggled to encase him in the eighth
capsule. It was nearly impossible – such massive bulk and muscle!

        As we closed the door, I stood breathless, scared and bewildered
about what I was going to do about the contest. “Are you all right, Max?” I
asked.

       “Sure,” came the reply, “but what about the show? The money? The
prizes? Our future?”

        “Let me think, Max. Leave me for a while. I’ll come up with
something. And Max, no matter what happens, remember that these men are
never to be released. There is no telling what destruction might result.
Promise me you’ll make sure of that.”

       “I will, boss,” he told me, and left me in the room – a broken man. I
stared at the beaker and then suddenly reached out and swallowed the entire
contents. I gagged and sputtered and fell to the ground. It was an hour
later when I awoke.

PART TWO

        Confusion. Total confusion. I looked to my right and there – in my
PALM – sat Max! He had his head against my bicep and I was walking down Main
Street heading toward downtown. What was going on? I had been 200 lbs, and
fairly fit, but I could never have carried Max in my hand!!!! I looked at
the upper arm he was leaning against and realized it could not have been
mine at all. It belonged to someone else! It was clearly 30” in this flexed
state and was attached to shoulders that were at least 75” across the back!
They were massive. I looked down and realized I could not see the ground!
There was something in the way. It was my chest!!!!! My pecs made a shelf of
muscle sticking out from my body at least five inches! I turned and looked
at my other arm, and heard Max say – “flex it!” And I did! I obeyed Max
without question! And as I saw that monster arm rise up, I stared
unbelieving at the 30” mound that rose from the top of it!!! What a peak!
How much did I weigh? I had to be over 600 lbs! I had calculated the dosage
of the serum and I thought it was going to end up in the range that the
other “experiments” had produced, but I was at least double the biggest one!

        I looked at my chest again and suddenly I realized I had no shirt
on. Was I nude? “Put me down, Davey boy!” commanded Max, and I stopped and
did what I was told!  As I placed him on the ground I realized suddenly that
my face was incredibly far from the ground. Man! How tall was I? 9 feet? 10
feet? More? I was dressed in a pair of navy blue posing trunks that were
stretched across the largest genitals that I had ever seen. They were
bursting!  The outline of my giant cock was clearly visible! The head was
enormous! I put my hand on the briefs and there was massive movement inside!
I was a monster in more ways than one! And my quads - my thighs were
extreme! They were each the size of my waist – at least 45 inches.

        “Like what you see, Davey boy?” Max asked. I could only nod and
stare at the 25” calves.  I was huge, I was built, I was hung – like no
human ever was. What had I become? What had I done to myself? “Davey, see
that man there trying to jack up his truck to change the tire? Help him
 out.” What was I going to do to help him out? I didn’t know. But I did as I
was told and crossed to the truck and said to the man, ‘Step aside, sir!”
And I put both of my gargantuan hands on the truck and then LIFTED IT three
feet off of the ground!!! And it was as light as a feather to me!The owner
stared in disbelief, and then began to change the tire. I looked down at my
arms and they pumped with blood, making them bigger than their normal 30.”
Max smiled at me. “That’s my boy!” I held the truck in place for a full ten
minutes and never felt a thing. It was such a powerful experience! I never
felt a thing while the man worked – except an increasing pump! And,
fuck!!!!!!! It was a truck! How fuckin’ strong was I?

        “Put me on your shoulder, Davey boy, you’re gonna go win a contest,
son!” And as easily as if he was a doll, I placed my hand on his NECK and
lifted him to my shoulder – 10 feet in the air!!!!! “Let’s go, man!” I
thundered off obediently down the street. My arms were forced out two feet
from my sides by my mammoth shoulders and my huge lats.   I walked with a
sort of thud weh each of my huge legs hit the ground and it tended to make
everything around me shake. I was a musclegod! I was bigger than any man on
the planet! The potential effects were mind boggling! That’s when I
remembered all of the experiments in the lab and the trouble they had
caused. The destruction. Was I capable of the same thing? I knew I had
altered the formula but I didn’t know exactly what the effects would be.

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