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.