I stopped at the gas station just before 7:00 PM. It was dark, but there was a car 
parked on the other side of the pump, as if someone had been getting gas - so I figured 
they were open. I blew the horn for an attendant to come out - and that’s when I heard 
a scream. LOUD! Painful! There was only one light on inside - a naked bulb hanging from 
a string, and I couldn’t see a thing - just a lot of shadows. 

This was one of those one stoplight towns with one gas station, and no movie theatre - and 
from the looks of it - no people. I blew the horn again, and I heard another of those 
horrible screams! Was someone being murdered in there? Oh, shit, it was an awful sound. 
I started to put the car in gear and speed away, and then screams stopped as quickly as 
they had begun. The door to the station opened and - FUCK! - out came some guy dressed 
like one of those old Texaco Gas Station attendants. Blue denim pants, light ble pressed 
shirt, and dark blue hat! But SHIT! The man must have been 6’3" and must have weighed 275 lbs. 
Lats, Traps, Torso, Arms, Legs - All fucking huge! His arms had to have been 24" around. 

He approached my window and smiled, and saluted. Fuck yeah! Saluted. He held there like 
that. Silent, as if he was waiting for me to return the salute, and, no lie now - his sleeve 
split in two! Completely in two - from the sheer size of his flexed muscle! I could not 
take my eyes off of that damn massive arm and the slowly ripping sleeve. Oh, shit! I followed 
the size of it up from the bicep to the forearm, and then the wrist - bigger than my fucking 
leg, and that’s when I noticed the blood on his hands. Shit! What was going on?

"Ah, did you cut yourself, or something man, because..." I started to ask, and he lifted 
his other arm, and fucking flexed a bi as he smiled at me. BOOM! Shit! Both of his arms 
made the biggest pump I had ever seen. He turned and smiled at the left one, and turned 
and smiled at the right one - slowly! Then he let the pump drop, took a deep breath, and 
pumped his fucking arms again. POW! Shit! the sleeves on both arms exploded and the monster 
was left with rags hanging from his tremendous delts. 

"Gas?" he asked, as he lowered his arms and stood with his pecs stuck out at lest two feet! 
He made them bounce a little and I though the shrt was going to give way! I nodded weakly. 
My dick was beginning to grow. As I stared at him in the mirrors of my car, he filled it 
with gas, washed the windows, (shit, you should have seen the muscle action there!) and 
checked the tires. The whole time I was silent, awestruck - watching all of the muscles in 
his body working! Oh, fuck what a lovely sight! He returned to the window, and I said weakly, 
"Listen I was driving down I-10 when I took a wrong turn and..." "Ten Dollars," he said, 
interrupting me - and stuck out his hand displaying his massive vein-filled forearm. His arm 
was seriously bigger than my leg!

"Yeah, no problem," I said. "But what I wanted to ask was..." "Ten Dollars," he repeated 
in a demanding fashion, and I took out the money quickly and handed it to him. Why would 
I argue? As he started to step away I called out, "Listen, I wanted to know..." and he was 
gone. The door closed and the light bulb went off. Dark. Silence. And then a bloodcurdling 
scream! What the hell was that?

As I sped out of the gas station I was stopped at that only light in town, and a car 
crossed the street in front of me that had license plates from Washington State. Shit, 
that guy had traveled a long way! Man, I’d hate to have to think of that drive. He put 
on his blinker and turned into the store just across the strret and parked his car 
outside. The door of the convenience store opened, and a boy of about 16 came walking 
out with 6 bags of ice curled in each arm, snuggly resting between his forearms and 
shoulders. That’s 150 lbs on each shoulder! 300 fucking pounds of ice on the shoulders 
of a 16-year-old kid! Oh, shit! I got weak! The center bags on both sides were higher 
then the others because of the HUGE peak muscle that stood there as he flexed around the 
ice.

He passed the man without saying a word and opened the outdoor freezer and started 
depositing the ice, shouting "ICE!" "ICE!" "ICE!" each time he dropped a bag in the 
freezer. The man walked towards and seemed to want to ask a question. "ICE!" "ICE!" 
"ICE!" he shouted until he was done. He closed the freezer door and turned to the 
street to stretch. He lifted his arms and flexed them, and took a deep breath and 
twisted his torso, and his fucking shirt exploded! YEAH! The whole fucking shirt 
exploded! His pecs were bare, and his muscled torso exposed, and his arms were out 
there for the world to admire - especially this man who was obviously as impressed 
as I was, because he carefully raised his hand to touch the boy’s incredible arm! So 
fucking huge!

The kid smiled at the man, and turned behind him and picked up one of those metal 
newspaper-dispensing machines in his hands. He was so fucking strong! He placed it 
in front of his pecs, wrapped both hands around it, and started squeezing the machine 
until it was nothing but a mass of metal hugged against his enormous pecs. He dropped 
it to the side and the man tried to reach out and touch the boy’s thick massive chest. 
That’s when the kid bent down, and with one arm, lifted the man up and carried him 
inside the store. Click! The lights in the store went out, and the only illumination 
care from a BUDWISER sign hung on the rear wall. What was going on? That’s when the 
fucking screams began! Oh, shit! What was this 16-year-old mass of muscles doing to that 
middle aged man from Washington?

Freaking, I pulled on, I didn’t even realize I had gone through the light - a red 
light! Shit! From nowhere a cop was on me. Blue lights - motorcycle cop - helmet, shade, 
the works. I was getting out my license and I finally had it in my hand when I looked up 
and the cop rolled down the window and held it out. OH FUCK! A mountain of muscle stood 
outside my door. It was 6’7" and at least 350. Its’ arms were fucking bigger than any arms 
I had ever seen. 27" at least - and his quads were each the size of my waist. Was the whole 
town full of nothing but muscle freaks? Where the hell was I?

"LICENSE!" he said, and I handed it to him.

"Listen officer, I’m sorry, see, I was stopped at this light, just looking over there 
(I turned to indicate the store) - at that store when this kid no more than 16 years old 
came out and..." When I looked back the officer was standing there with his shirt open 
and his HUGE, HUGE fucking pecs sticking out. He smiled and reached into my car and took 
my hands and placed them on his pecs. They were like fucking steel!

"BOOM!" he said as he made them bounce! "BOOM-BOOM!" he said as he made them bounce again. 
I went totally hard. He looked down at my crotch and grinned.

He turned his back to me to walk away. Shit! What a fucking spread all of the way 
across that back! What is going on in this town? He crossed to the front of my car, 
bent down and grabbed my front bumper with ONE fucking hand. He stood straight up and 
with little effort at all lifted the front of my car off of the ground. I came! Oh 
fucking shit! Then he lifted his other arm, made a muscle at least 25" in circumference, 
and made the sleeve of his uniform explode! He smiled and I came again. Then for added 
measure he started repping the car in his hand for ten good, solid reps. Then he dropped 
the car and lifted a double bi that made his shirt sleeves rip away. He lowered his 
arms, smiled at me and said, "MAIL IT!" and he got on his cycle and rode away.

I sped out of town. Dirt road. Deserted. Dark. Fuckin’ flat tire. Shit!

As I got out of the car, I was cursing up a blue streak, and I went to the trunk to get 
the spare out. I unlocked the trunk, and reached in and started to release the spare. That’s 
when I heard it. CRACK! What the hell was that? It sounded like a branch of a tree being 
cracked in two, and it must have been a green branch, because whatever had cracked it 
continued to work the branch, because then I heard the sound of twisting and tearing - and 
silence. I paused.

Nothing. I unbolted the compartment that held the spare in place, and reached in to 
pull it out. And then I heard - you know - that sound made when you are ripping the 
drumsticks away from the turkey at Thanksgiving - then the familiar crack of the bone, 
and the tear of flesh as it comes away from the bird? That’s what I heard. Only 5 times 
louder than it always was on our Turkey Day table. Ripppppppp! And a fucking scream - worse 
than the ones in the store! "NO! NO! NO!" I heard a voice say. "Leave him the fuck alone!" 
And the ripping continued.

What the hell was that? Shit! I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it in the direction 
of the sound. And slowly, into the woods I walked, like a fucking idiot. Slowly, cautiously, 
neding to discover the source of that sound. And that’s how it all began. That’s how my 
life changed forever.

I crossed towards the sounds - trying hard to stay behind bushes and trees and anything 
that offered me a cover. Slowly I moved closer and closer to the cracking and splitting and 
tearing sounds. I stood behind a particularly large oak tree and peered around it and ran 
the beam of my flashlight across the ground in a careful row of oval light - back and forth - back 
and forth - searching for the source of the noise. And I found it! FUCK! My light played on a 
man only about 5’5" tall and pitifully scrawny. Probably only 120 pounds at the most. He had 
been tied to a tree. No! FUCK!

He WAS tied to a tree but his arms and his legs had been broken and twisted and mangled, 
and whatever had tied him thee used his own limbs for the ropes! His hands and feet were 
going in unnatural directions, and he was tight against the trunk of the small tree - his 
body two feet off of the ground!

Screams came from the other direction and I played my light two yards away. There, in the 
center of the beam of my light, was crouched a totally naked man. Man? No, animal! No, man! 
No...what the fuck was I looking at? And just exactly what the fuck was he doing? I started 
to run and suddenly the beast turned and stared at me. I was frozen. He stood. OH FUCK! 6’7" 
375 lbs. Torso! Abs! Shoulders! Arms! Traps! Quads! OH FUCK! He was a muscle monster! He stared 
straight into my eyes and smiled. I went totally hard.

Then he bent down and lifted the screaming man on the ground in one hand. He held him two 
feet off of the ground with his legs dangling as if he wanted to show me how strong he was. 
Then me took the man BY THE HEAD in both of his massive hands, and smiled at me and TWISTED 
the man’s head off of his body. OH SHIT! I couldn’t move! He smiled at me and THREW the head 
ten yards into the side of an oak tree and it exploded., and he crossed to the guy tied 
around the tree and the screaming began again.

He removed the little man from the tree, and held him in one palm. SHIT was this man 
strong! The screaming got louder and louder, and the muscle monster turned to him and said, 
"NO!" And put the man’s neck in between his bicep and forearm, and flexed. The fucking 
neck crunched with ease. There was no more screaming. Rippppppppppppp was what I heard as 
he tore the left leg from what had been a human being!

Using only the strength of his huge left arm he pulled the leg off of the torso and 
stood in the middle of the clearing - nude and fucking huge! He held the leg in front 
of his body, turning it sideways - like a muscle man would turn an iron bar to prepare 
to bend it for admiring onlookers. His biceps bloated, his triceps exploded, and he 
CRACKEDDDDDDD the leg of the man in two, then fucking doubled it over, and flexed again! 
CRACKKKKKK! It broke into four pieces! Then he turned back to me like he was trying even 
harder to impress me, and he placed all four broken bones in the clevage between his pecs. 
He pecs were so fucking massive that the bones stayed there when he removed his hands.

He raised his arms to his sides, made fists - huge fucking fists, and crossed his arms over 
one another forcing his left fist to his right shoulder, and his right fist to his left 
shoulder. And then he smiled at me and started ground his pecs back and forth, and back 
and forth. His lats worked and his trps flexed and his six pack went crazy and he ground 
and ground and ground, and smiled! Then he dropped his arms to his side and nothing but 
powder reamined on his pecs. OH FUCKING SHIT! What power!

He looked down at his right arm and bunched himself a huge fucking bicep! SHIT! "Muscle," 
he said with the voice of a 10 year old kid! He looked over at his left arm and shot himself 
a tricep and said "Bigger muscle!" And he turned back to the body. It was then I got an 
idea of how massive his back was. SHIT! He had to have had a 65" set of shoulders and a 29" 
waist. And he had more muscles than I have even seen on TWO men at the same time. I was 
getting hard! This blonde haired, blue-eyed mass of super muscles was turning me on.

"You like watching the kid rip that fucking man apart with his bare hands?" a voice asked 
from behind me. I suddenly turned to see a small man - probably only 5’2" man - standing 
there with two of the biggest muscle fucks I had ever seen right behind him. He looked past 
me and called out to the Hulk. "Marty! Torso!" 

The muscle monster turned and lifted the body off of the ground and bear-hugged it 
against his massive pecs. He flexed his pecs, pumped his tris, and proceeded to IMPLODE 
the body on itself! I heard CRUNCH! As the rib began to break one by one, and CRACK! 
as his sternum broke. SQUISH! Was the sound I heard as the man’s pecs ceased to be, and 
the muscle man turned the body sideways and placed it between his hands and, fuck! The 
torso was turning to mush as the muscle kid - who could not have been more than 17 - pumped 
his arms, flexed his pecs and continued to make the body into a sack of jelly. I was 
getting hard again! And the weird thing was, it all seemed to be a show for me.

"I see you like what my the boy can do, mister!" said the man. "HEAD!" he called out 
to the boy, and he dropped the body to the ground, knelt beside it, and put his hands 
on either side of the head. "NOW!" called the man - and the boy smiled and twisted the 
head of the former man to the left. CRACK! And he smiled again and turned it to the 
right. CRACK! And then he began turning the head to the left - his huge muscles rippling 
as he did, and the head tore off of the body and stood with it in his hand.

He looked down at the huge expressionless head, and studied it like it was a prized 
possession and then he turned it upside down, and the made biggest fucking fist I had 
ever seen, and RAMMMMMMED it into the neck. He smiled at us, turned his hand upright, 
and began to manipulate the mouth of the man from inside. He grinned at us as he did. 
"PUPPET SHOW!!" he said like a three year old kid, and he opened the mouth over and 
over and kept repeating "PUPPET SHOW! PUPPET SHOW!" with his huge arms flexed and his 
massive pecs bouncing back and forth. Oh, FUCK!

I was hard, and pumped, and confused and dazed all at the same time. I turned to run. 
And there - standing behind me were the gas station monster, the convenience store titan 
and the muscle cop! All smiling, all with arms folded across their massive bodies and all 
with expressions that let me know they hadn’t a brain in their heads. "Bring him, Marty!" 
commanded the little man and the monster picked me up like I was weightless, slung me across 
his shoulders, and followed the man without questioning him. As I dangled from the boy’s 
shoulders, I looked up to see the parade of muscle following us. Cop, clerk and pump jockey 
and the two muscle titans that seemed to be serving that little man. What he hell was happening?