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Part 1

For the past several years, I had spent a considerable portion of my spare time and money researching muscle growth and strength in humans. I had always been intrigued with the idea of increasing human potential beyond its current limits, preferably by several orders of magnitude. To this end, I had constructed my own lab in an abandoned warehouse near the waterfront. The rent was cheap and the location convenient to my “real” work.

Over time, I had acquired samples of various DNA from different species (even some un- differentiated Neanderthal DNA) and had worked to splice the strands appropriate to strength together with human DNA in the hope that the combination would become viable. My preliminary research showed that while it was possible to successfully perform this sort of “gene therapy”, the results were not nearly potent enough for what I was hoping to achieve.

Experiments on test animals showed an increase in strength (and resultant size) of about 100- 150% which was good but not great. My next series of experiments involved a purely synthetic compound which caused existing muscle tissue to strengthen and rematrix itself into a more efficient pattern while stimulating nutrient absorption, size increase and actual cell reproduction. I found that by splicing the synthetic DNA onto human genome patterns in the same fashion as I had done with my earlier DNA experiments, it was possible, in theory, to “rebuild” all the muscle tissue in a person's body with a new and improved form of muscle. The body's own cell replacement mechanism would pass the new codes into the regenerated cells. By modifying the sequencing somewhat, I was also able to compensate for changes in muscle strength at a tendon and bone level. Unfortunately, there were two drawbacks to this approach. First of all, for the rematrixing to occur, the subject would require massive amounts of nutrients (or at least differentiable energy sources) to cause the change to occur with any speed at all. The second drawback was that it was impossible to test on animals. My synthetic was specifically tailored to human sequencing and therefore required human subjects for testing.

I felt that my best chance for acquiring a subject would be to advertise in the local gyms for a volunteer interested in trying a new form of supplementation. It was admittedly a little misleading but then I couldn't afford to be completely honest without the FDA and have a dozen other organizations coming down on me pretty hard. I went around to the bulletin boards in all the Detroit gyms I knew and posted my notice:

WANTED

Volunteer/spokesperson for new line of supplements. Must be in

excellent health. Must be willing to get HUGE. Bodybuilders a plus.

Reply to Dr. V. M. Bathory-De Veres 555-1212 It took about a week or so before my advertisement was answered and that was when I met Scott.

We had arranged to meet at my lab in the early evening and I would explain everything to him then. My heart skipped a beat when he walked through the door. He was incredibly built already. Even through his street clothes you couldn't help noticing his huge pecs and shoulders, boulderous arms and phenomenal legs. And handsome to boot.

“Scott, I presume?”, I said, extending my hand and trying not to show my excitement at finding such an incredible specimen.

“That's me”, he replied good-naturedly, “You wanted a big guy so hear I am.”

“I also wanted a guy who wanted to get even bigger. Looks like you're already pretty big”, I ventured.

“Not big enough. I can never get big enough. And I'll do just about anything to do it too. I've tried supplements, alternative exercise techniques, steroids and even HGH but none of them worked nearly well enough for me. I want to get huge and I want to do it fast.” The sincerity in his voice cleared any last doubts I had about his suitability for the experiments.

“Alright then. But before we begin, I have to warn you that there are some risks. This compound has never been used on humans before and the results are pretty much unknown. I have taken every precaution I can but there are no guarantees.” If he was going to back out, now would be the time.

“If it means I'll get bigger, I'm willing to risk it”, he said.

“Okay. We'll figure this out together”, I said with a wry smile. “First, let's get some baseline measurements. If you'd take off your clothes, I'll get set up.”

As he disrobed, I punched up the data charts on my computer and gathered my measuring devices. When I turned around I was treated to one of the most phenomenal bodies I had ever seen. I was barely able to control the swelling in my crotch as I took down his impressive numbers. 6' tall, 269 lbs, 52” chest, 20” arms, 31” thighs and a 35” waist. After I had finished taking body fat measurements and contraction ratios, I looked up from my computer.

“I must say I am very impressed. I couldn't have designed a better candidate”, I said honestly.

Scott grinned and shot a double biceps pose at me. “When do I get to really show you something?”

“Right now”, I said, turning to my lab bench and picking up a small vial of my enhancer. Reached across and handed it to Scott.

“One of the problems I think we will have with this stuff is that you won't be able to eat enough to make it work very fast. So I have incorporated an energy absorption mechanism into the solution as well. It will allow your body to absorb energy from any source and convert it directly into usable fuel by the solution. The absorption mechanism is controlled by muscle stress so when you flex really hard, the absorption sequence is active.

When you are relaxed or not exerting too much force on your muscles, the absorption sequence is inactive. For tonight's experiment, I have rigged up some high-intensity lamps that will act as an energy source for you once you have taken the solution. If you will just stand over there beneath the lights.” I motioned him to a slightly raised area where I had positioned several powerful floodlights.

He stood on the platform with the vial in one of his massive hands, grinning. “Ready when you are”, he said.

I turned on the floods to half power and said, “Alright, drink the contents of the vial It will take a few minutes for the solution to enter your blood stream so relax”.

Scott uncorked the vial and downed the liquid in one gulp. “Tastes pretty rank”, he said, “But anything for science.”

A couple of minutes passed and I said, “Alright, start flexing. There should be enough in your system now to begin the reaction.”

Scott obliged me by hitting some really hard most muscular poses, a side biceps, some leg contractions and a lat spread.

“I don't know if it's working yet but I feel pretty good”, he said.

“Remember, the solution has to replace your existing tissue before it builds new muscle. You should be significantly stronger at this point even though you don't look different yet.”

“Let's find out”, Scott said, picking up a pair of 150lb dumbbells from the rack behind him. He started to curl them. Slowly at first and then with increasing ease.

“Not bad! Not bad at all!”, I said, barely able to contain my excitement.

“You ain't seen nothing yet”, Scott said, obviously pleased with himself, “Watch this…”

Part 2

Scott put down the dumbbells and hit a very hard lat spread. As he did, I could actually see his muscles swelling, growing right before my eyes. His lats were getting wider and thicker, the definition on his obliques was becoming razor sharp. His chest was heaving with new striations appearing with every breath. His shoulders were broadening and his whole body appeared to be developing at a phenomenal rate.

He struck a double biceps pose and I nearly came in my trousers. His biceps were pumped much bigger than they had been only moments before. The shape was incredible with full, round peaks and the “double cut” ridge down the center of the flexed muscle. I couldn't guess as to the size but I was more than impressed.

Scott turned his head to view his arms and was obviously pleased with what he saw. “Damn! I'm huge! Hey doc, come over here and bring the tape measure will ya?” I shut down the lights, grabbed the tape and strode excitedly onto the platform. “How do my arms measure up?” Scott asked cockily.

My hands were shaking slightly as I drew the tape across his massively flexed arm. I swallowed hard and said, “24 and an half inches. Not bad for a ten minute work out.” We both grinned at each other. “Let me check your chest”, I suggested. He smiled and flexed his huge pecs. The thickness was incredible. They stood out several inches beyond his upper abdomen.

“Does 58 inches sound about right?” I said, becoming extremely aroused by the closeness of such an incredible physique.

“I can live with it”, Scott replied casually, “What about my legs?”

Dropping to my knees, he flexed his quads and the tape measure jumped in my hands. The muscle definition was incredible. Every fiber was visible through his skin. The vascularity was astounding. I could see the veins pumping with power and had to marshal my self-discipline to stop myself from licking them right then and there.

“34 inches on the quads and 23 inches on the calves. Very nice. I expect you've better than tripled your strength too.” I said, my heart racing at the possibilities, “Care to test your strength?”

“What do you have in mind?” Scott asked self-assuredly.

“I don't know. Start with the bench press?” I suggested.

“Sounds good to me. Lemme see. If I'm three times stronger, then I'll need about 1500 on the bar. Do you have anything that can hold that kind of weight?” Scott asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do”, I said, motioning him to the bench near the back of the platform. “I have a friend who is a metallurgist and he forged a set of weights designed just for this sort of circumstance. See those plates? They're the same size as standard 45's but each one weighs ten times as much. The bar is made from one of the hardest titanium steel alloys on the planet and weighs about 450 lbs. too. All the other weights back here are of the same material so rack 'em up.”

Scott walked over to the bench and pulled one of the 450 plates off the rack as if it were nothing and proceeded to load the rest of the bar to 1500lbs. He threw his arms back, stretching his gigantic chest and reclined on the bench. Carefully, he positioned his hands on the bar and pushed. As he did, I could tell that the magnitude of our success was greater than I thought by the smile spreading across his face. He brought the bar down to touch his chest and pressed it up again effortlessly. He proceeded to do this eleven more times before he replaced the bar.

“1500's okay for a warm up, but looks like I'll need some real weight to see what I can do”, Scott said, flexing his mighty chest. He returned to the rack and loaded the bar to an even tonne. He lay down and pressed a single rep with perfect form. “Too light”, he declared and loaded another tonne. He tried the press again with this weight and he seemed more comfortable. He went for eight reps then jumped to his feet, muscles flexing. Scott was a very happy fellow. I was extremely gratified as well, not to mention horribly turned on.

“I love this!” Scott exclaimed. “Are the effects permanent? Will all this wear off? Do I have to keep taking it? What's the deal?” He reached for a pair of 300lb dumbbells and started curling with incredible ease, watching his mammoth biceps contract into perfect boulders of muscle.

“The effects are permanent. You don't need to take any more of this stuff.

It has become part of you now. Your muscle, tendon and bone tissue has mutated into progressively stronger material. They operate the same way they always have but they are considerably stronger now and have a much higher capacity to grow and reproduce. The energy-absorbing cell modification means that you can grow without eating tremendous quantities of food though you are likely to get very hungry if you work out without an adequate power source around.”

“I can feel that already”, Scott said, putting down the dumbbells. “I'm pretty starved right now. Wait a minute. You mean I'd continue to grow if there were enough power around here to feed my muscles? What's an adequate power source? How big can I get? How fast will I grow?” He was obviously excited at the prospect.

“Basically, your muscles will grow as fast as the power source can feed you, assuming the mechanism is activated by intense muscle contractions.

Those high-wattage floods give off a good deal of light and heat and you were able to absorb that light pretty easily and translate it into muscle.

You can use just about any energy as a power source. Electrical, sunlight, mechanical energy, anything. You can even use the old standard food but you'll have to eat a lot and it isn't efficient. Don't get me wrong, you still want to eat but to gain muscle, you want something that is immediately available, not something you need to digest. How big can you get? I really don't know. That's part of what I want to find out with these experiments.”

“No problem there”, Scott smiled. “I want to get enormous. But right now, I want to shower and get some dinner. I know a place around here that has an all you can eat buffet. I think we should show them what that really means.”

“Okay”, I said, “There is a locker room around the corner. Shower up while I shut down the lab.”

Scott turned his mighty torso and headed off for the showers. I couldn't help watching his incredible back and legs (and phenomenal glutes) as he strode powerfully toward the back of the warehouse. My heart was pounding and it wasn't just scientific satisfaction either…

Part 3

I began shutting down the lab, deactivating my equipment and putting my formulae under lock and key. Before I did, I copied the data from the automated sensors into the computer. The sensors kept track of various physical variations on a coarse level. Things such as mass, overall dimensions, body heat, etc. were transferred into my research logs. I annotated the data with my own observations. As I did so, I could hardly believe what I was writing. Scott had gained 30 lbs of muscle and his strength had increased by a factor of 8. Much more than I had anticipated.

Not that I was complaining. He had added 6” to his chest and 4” to his arms and legs while his waist remained the same. His body fat had been reduced to 4% and I could only guess that his stamina had increased in accordance to his strength.

I was just finishing my log entry when Scott came walking out of the locker room, his clothes barely able to contain his new mass. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“I noticed something in the shower I wasn't quite prepared for”, Scott said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh? What was that?” I asked.

“This stuff seems to work below the waist too”, Scott replied, touching his very packed crotch.

“Indeed”, I said, feeling a little faint. “How much did it grow?”

“About a fist's worth, whatever that measures out to be. Will this kind of growth continue too?”

“Well, the penis is a tendon and this formula does mutate tendons along with muscle tissue, but I expect the effects won't be as pronounced as your muscle development.”

Scott sighed and said, “Well I like the way it looks and I wouldn't mind if it grew even larger.”

I grinned and said, “Don't worry. I'm sure I can come up with something.”

He faux punched me on the shoulder and we went off to eat.

The restaurant was only a few blocks away from my lab. We went in, sat down and ordered the buffet. Scott made a b-line directly for the carving table and filled his plate with roast beef and turkey. I opted for some lighter fair and talked as my huge companion tore into his meal.

“Tonight's results are pretty amazing”, I started. “Your strength has increased much faster than I anticipated. I must have missed something in my design.”

“Don't worry”, Scott said between bites, “I like being strong. It gives me a real rush.”

“Well, the reason I bring it up at all is that there may be some un-anticipated developments that I couldn't have told you about.

Unfortunately, I have no idea what they are or what form they will take.

We'll just have to play it by ear.”

“No problem”, Scott replied, wiping his mouth. He got up, loaded another plate with carbs this time and returned to the table.

“Hungry?” I said, playfully.

“Yeah, that workout gave me one hell of an appetite. Even though you said I wouldn't have to eat to gain muscle, I'm still famished.”

“This may be one of the side-effects I warned you about. But I think it is more likely the result of you working out after I shut the lights down.

You activated the growth mechanism in your cells but didn't give them enough energy to grow on. Now your body is trying to make up for that. We will have to work in refining the growth trigger a little.”

“Fine by me. I like to eat but I can see my food bills could get out of hand if I have to feed myself like this every time I work out”, Scott said as he polished off his potato.

“Well tonight's dinner is on me”, I said smiling. “You're a better test subject than I could have hoped for.” I meant it too. Here I was, sitting next to what could only be described as a muscle god who was not only stronger than any human on the planet but was also extremely handsome and apparently a very nice guy.

“Thanks”, Scott said as he worked his way through the rest of his vegetables. “I think you're a pretty good guy too.”

Scott returned to the buffet one last time for desert before we left and walked back to my lab. When we arrived, Scott said he should really get going as he had to get up early the next morning for work.

“If you notice anything strange, call me immediately”, I said. “This is my private beeper number. Don't be afraid to use it.”

“I won't”, Scott said. “Do you want to see me tomorrow?”

“Absolutely”, I said. “We need to run some more tests. I would ask that you not go to the gym tomorrow or strain yourself too much. I want to record any changes in your body in a controlled environment for a while.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to show the guys at the gym what I could do”, Scott grinned, “but I can wait a few days. Guess I'll see you tomorrow.” Scott lifted one of his massive arms and bade me farewell as he walked to his car.

I walked to my car and drove home, still reeling from the events of the day. I changed, flipped through the channels a couple of times and went to bed.

I was awakened the next morning at 0500 by the sound of my beeper going off. I called the number and it was Scott.

“I thought you said this stuff didn't wear off”, he said excitedly.

“It shouldn't”, I said. “Why? What's happened?”

“Meet me at your lab and I'll show you”, Scott said with agitation.

“I'll be there in ten minutes.”

I quickly pulled on a pair of trousers and a shirt and made my way to the lab. I was just switching on my equipment when Scott walked through the doorway. He was still Herculean but only about as big as he had been prior to the treatment the night before.

“See what I mean?” he said.

“Hmmm…This is interesting. Hop up onto the platform and we'll run a few tests”, I said, genuinely puzzled. Mass simply doesn't disappear like that.

Scott removed his shirt to reveal his remarkably defined torso. At least the definition is still there I thought. As he stepped onto the platform, I took a look at my sensor readings and then looked again. According to the read-outs, while his overall size had diminished from yesterday's maximum, his mass had actually increased by about five pounds over the previous day's maximum. Curious, I thought I would try an experiment.

“Scott”, I said cautiously, “Go over to the weight rack and try curling with the 300lb dumb bells you threw around yesterday.”

“If you say so, but don't expect me to do much with them. I've shrunk to what I was before and I used to max out at about…” He caught himself in mid-thought as he easily lifted each 300lb weight from the rack and began curling them with incredible ease. “These are as light as a feather! I'm stronger than I was last night but I'm not as big. What's the story doc?”, he said, trading the 300's for 400's and curling furiously.

I considered this a moment and then it hit me.

“My formula increases strength by mutating the muscle, tendon and bone tissue itself. Each mutation is stronger than the previous one, partially by virtue of the number of cells and their size but also by their density and organization. I suspect that what we are seeing here is the body finding its equilibrium size. As you can see, your strength is about the same as it was last night as is your weight. In fact you are a little stronger and a little heavier. Must have been all that food you ate. If you were to work out without an adequate power source, as you are doing now, you would force your tissues to reorganize themselves into more and more efficient forms. In essence, you would get smaller in size but actually become denser and stronger per unit volume. When you work out with an adequate power source, your muscles will grow in both size and strength. In fact, now that your tissues have mutated into a more efficient form, the next time you work out with a power source your strength should increase even faster than before.”

Scott put down the dumb bells and said, “Let's try it. I like getting strong but I want to be huge too. This exercise I've been doing for the past few minutes already has my arms down to 18 inches, I'd guess. Let's go for mass!”

“Okay by me”, I said as I moved to warm up the floods. “It will take a few minutes for the lights to warm up. Just sit back and relax.”

Scott was clearly disturbed by loosing his hard-earned size and was fidgeting impatiently on the platform as the lights slowly began to brighten.

“You said I could use any power source, right?” Scott asked anxiously.

“That's right. It's Einstein's old E=mc^2 rule we're applying here”, I responded, wondering where he was going with this line of reasoning.

“Good, 'cause I don't want to wait for the lights to warm up.” Scott moved to the high-tension feeder cables for the flood lights, removed the connector and strapped the bare wires to his belt. There was an arc, a snap and a flash as the leads made contact with Scott's abdomen. Oddly, he didn't appear to be hurt in the slightest. Then he began to flex. Fast, hard poses, one after another. Lat spread, double biceps, chest poses, legs, faster and faster. As he flexed, electrical arcs flew from the lead wires and connected with his muscles. As they did, I could see his muscles expanding, swelling once more with incredible power. He flexed harder and harder and his muscles grow bigger and bigger. He was easily as big as he had been the day before and he didn't appear to be slowing down.

Scott looked at his arms and rubbed his hands across his pecs and abs. He hit a most-muscular pose and I swear every muscle in his body grew an inch. His vascularity was astounding. His pecs were huge slabs of striated muscle which stood a good foot away from his upper abs. And the abs! He must have had ridges three inches deep between his muscles. His arms were incredible. The size and shape of the biceps was beyond human. The striations on his triceps were so far beyond my experience that I could do nothing but stare.

I glanced down at my instruments and saw that his weight had increased to nearly 350lbs and was moving up at better than a pound per second. He moved over to the weight bench and instead of loading weights, he picked up the bar and walked toward the centre of the platform. He grinned at me and placed his hands at opposite ends of the bar. With what seemed like little effort he slowly began bending the bar double. The arcs of electricity were flying faster and faster as he bent the bar further and further. The lights began to dim as he drew more and more power from the main grid and I could see his muscles growing thicker and bigger. Muscles on muscles. He was more than human. Much more.

As he brought the ends of the bar together he threw it down and hit a most muscular pose. There was one huge burst of electricity and then the whole room went dark. A breaker had gone somewhere. I quickly hit the emergency lights from my console (all of my equipment had a redundant power supply) and gazed and the being before me…

Part 4

The emergency lights were able to light the platform dimly.

That coupled with the first rays of dawn coming through the skylight revealed an incredible site. There stood Scott, his superhuman form heaving and his hands roaming over his massive chest and arms. His sweat pants had been ripped to shreds as he grew and now there was nothing but tattered ribbons of cloth hanging to his impossibly narrow waist.” Get me a mirror”, Scott said commandingly, his voice a little deeper than before. Stirred from my reverie, I quickly hopped onto the platform and opened the mirror doors along the back partition. The mirrors were a variant of those used in department stores for viewing clothing only these were about six feet per segment so the view was much wider. For Scott, it needed to be. As Scott caught a view of himself, I heard him whisper “YES!!!” He strode to the back of the platform and slowly brought up his arms into a double biceps pose while he flexed his abs and quads.” This is what I've been wanting for a long time”, Scott said with obvious appreciation for his new body. “We need more light in here. I want to see what I've got and I don't want to miss an inch of it.”

“Alright. Stay here. I'll go and flip the breaker.”

I said. I stepped down from the platform and headed for breaker room. I opened the panel and reset the switch. The lights came on immediately and I quickly headed back to the main area. When I arrived, I saw Scott transfixed with himself, flexing, rubbing and squeezing his muscles with great passion. I grabbed my tape measure and hopped onto the platform.” God this is great doc”, Scott said. “I've always wanted to be this big. Got the tape? Let's see how big I am. I gotta be bigger than anyone else!” My hands shaking with excitement, I brought the tape around his chest as he flexed. I let my fingers glide gently over his massive muscles. An indulgence I know but I couldn't resist. I had created a man who was my idea of physical perfection. My eyes nearly bugged out when I read the number.” What is it?” Scott asked. “82 and 3/4 inches.” I swallowed hard. “Damn! I like it!” Scott said with enthusiasm. “Check out my arms!”

Scott raised his right arm and flexed his biceps. I couldn't have been prepared for the sight which greeted my eyes. His biceps had grown so large that there wasn't a millimeter of space between the inner elbow tie and the start of the muscle or the biceps and the deltoid. The biceps themselves were beyond massive yet with a peak which could only be described as parabolic. Full, defined, vascular with veins the size of garden hoses pulsing powerfully. His forearms had grown to incredible dimensions as well. Completely shredded bands of muscle which looked like they belonged to a bodybuilder's leg rather than a forearm. They were impossibly full and defined. I brought the tape measure around the flexed arm and read off the measure. “34 and 1/2 inches”, I said, my voice quivering. “Scott, you are the most incredible physical specimen in the world.”

“I am more than that”, Scott said. “I've become a god!” Looking in the mirror, Scott hit a most muscular pose and started feeling his powerful body again. I dropped to my knees and brought the tape around his thigh. He obliged me within hard flex and I read the number. “42 inches even”, I said.

I dropped to his calf and stretched the tape. “Your calf is 30 and 3/8 inches”. I had to be dreaming. Scott was too incredible for words. As I started to get up, my shoulder accidentally encountered his basket .He was already sporting a semi-hard-on (mine had been in full swing since I first laid eyes on him) and my eyes nearly fell out when I saw the extent of his mutation. I gulped and said, “Shall I measure this too?” Scott grinned.

“Hold on. Let me flex for you.” He did and immediately his cock swelled and swelled and SWELLED, easily ripping through the fabric his former sweats. His huge member stood at absolute attention at a gravity-defying angle away from his body. I was amazed that something that large could extend that far without bending. His incredible vascularity extended to his beautiful cock too. I gently drew the tape from the base of the shaft to his massive head and nearly came on the spot. “16 and 3/4 inches by 9 around”, I said. While I was far more interested in muscle size and strength than genital dimensions, Scott had a piece I couldn't ignore. “Yeah!”, Scott said, looking down at me arrogantly. “I suppose you like that?” I considered his words carefully. Was he inviting me or challenging me? I didn't know which but the thought of having free reign to worship this incredible superman was more than my mind could handle. Oh what the hell. “I like it a lot”, I said slowly, looking up at him, directly into his eyes. “In fact, I like all of it. If I were to create a man from my own fantasies of perfection, he would pale in comparison with you. You redefine what it is to be a god.” If he were an homophobe or didn't like my come on line, I knew I would die within the next few seconds, but at least I would die a very happy man. With a suddenness which frightened me, Scott bent down and lifted me up like a rag doll. He held me at arms' length for a moment and looked into my eyes. The grin on his face could be either approving or psychotic. I didn't know where this was going at all.

Then, with no effort at all, he brought my mouth to his and gave me a french kiss I'm not likely to ever forget. His throbbing tongue, obviously as powerful as the rest of his body probed the back of my throat and filled my body with ecstasy. He put me down gently and smiled. I smiled back, amazed at my incredible good fortune. Then, with a deliberate tone in my voice I said, “Does this new god need a deciple?” Scott laughed out loud and said, “Yeah, I guess I could use one or two of those.”

Part 5

Scott returned to looking at himself in the mirror and rubbing his massive hands across his body. He was obviously in love with it. Who could blame him? I, on the other hand, brought myself back to reality and returned to the console to take some readings. When I arrived, I took a quick glance at the screens and discovered that there was still current flowing through the lines to the flood lamps. Scott still had the lines attached to his waist yet when he had held me, I had felt nothing (not exactly true, but, well, you know what I mean…) I checked a few more instruments and discovered that Scott was still getting heavier. The logs showed that when the power came back on, he was adding about a pound every 30 seconds or so.

“Scott?” I asked.

“What's up Doc?” he answered back playfully, still looking at himself in the mirror.

“Do you feel any discomfort at all?”

“Hell no. I feel great!” Scott replied, pulsing his huge pecs at me. The power curve jumped a little as he flexed.

“You're still connected to the electrical main and there's plenty of current running through it. It appears you are drawing a good deal of power even now in your idle state.” I observed. “Don't flex too much for a few minutes. I want to get some other readings and make a few calculations.”

“Anything you say. Damn, I look great just standing here. I don't even need to flex and I turn myself on!” Scott said.

“Trust me, I feel the same thing”, I grinned and went to work. “Could you move to the centre of the platform? See the white circle? Stand inside it for me. Stay as still as you can for a few seconds while I run some tests.” I activated the mass spectrometer and quantum density sensors and tied them into the automated measuring system. A series of low-powered lasers passed across Scott's magnificent body, measuring him in every detail and then shut down.

“Okay, you can move again,” I said.

“What was that?” Scott asked. “It was one hell of a light show.”

“I have some scanner prototypes in here that give me some density analysis and exact measurements on size and mass. I wanted to see exactly what was happening with you”, I explained.

“The measuring tape's more fun”, Scott teased, hitting a quick double biceps pose for my benefit. God this man was gorgeous! It was all I could do not to throw myself at him. Still, science demanded my attention at the moment.

I grinned back. “Alright Scott, I'm cutting power to the leads now. Tell me if you feel anything strange.” I brought the flood controls off-line and looked at Scott. He just shrugged. I looked down at my instruments and noticed that he was not gaining any more mass, which made sense: no power, no mass.

“Okay. Now I want you to hit some really hard poses for me. Like before. Don't worry if you start to shrink a little. I'll stand by with the power mains to pump you right back up. I need to see if the power you absorbed during the last pause has stabilized your tissues or not.”

Scott began hitting pose after pose. His arms flexing, his deltoids rippling, his pecs were huge slabs of rock-like muscle, his abs were like a collection of beautifully formed stones and his lats were a religious experience. His legs belonged in a forest they were so thick. I could barely take my eyes off his incredible physique to note the readings on my console. After a couple minutes, I activated the full instrument pack again and scanned the results. “Alright Scott. You can stop flexing now. It doesn't appear you have lost any of your size this time. That's good. It appears your body has stabilized at this size for the time being. The computer is running a full analysis of the sensor readings now. It will be a little while before it's done, but my guess is you won't be shrinking again. This is as small as you're going to get.”

“Works for me”, Scott said. “I like this size. It makes me feel invincible.”

“You may not be far off. According to the preliminary read-outs, your muscle tissue is now so strong that it would take an armor-piercing mortar shell to do you any damage and even then you would regenerate so quickly that you wouldn't see so much as a scratch in just a couple of minutes. As to how strong that makes you, I'm not sure yet. That's what the computer is working on.”

“Why wait for a computer?” Scott said, his voice confident. “Let's see what I can do! Come here and hold on. We're going to have some fun.”

Obediently, I walked over to Scott who picked me up with one hand and put me on his shoulder. His traps were so wide and his upper pecs so thick that I could sit comfortably without holding on. I did hold on though. I wanted to experience as much of his mega-massive body as I possibly could. He strode over to the door and stopped.

“I think you better get down for a second”, Scott said seriously. “Looks like this door is too small for my shoulders to get through. I'll have to do something about that.” He positioned himself right in front of the door and with a single, sharp push, blew the door from its hinges and sent it flying across the parking lot. It landed in pieces about 100 feet away. Next, Scott moved his massive arms through the door until his shoulders touched the steel door frame.

“See? I thought I was too wide for this door”, he said and proceeded to spread his shoulders and arms slowly into the frame. There was a groaning of metal followed by the sound of concrete crumbling. Wider and wider he pushed his shoulders until the door frame split open at the top and concrete fell from the top of the frame. Scott took the remains of the frame and ripped them from the wall. He proceeded to bend and twist them into a knot and then crumpled them like a piece of paper and threw it aside.

“You would have needed a new door anyway”, Scott said. “I was too big for the old one.” I couldn't argue with that.

“If you want to test yourself, we should stroll over to the pier on the other side of the warehouse. It hasn't been used in years and there's plenty there for you to play with”, I suggested.

“Alright, let's go”, Scott said, once again, lifting me onto his massive shoulder.

It was still only about 0600 but the light of dawn was just about to break into daylight as we made our way to the pier. At the pier were several cranes, some old freight carriers and several old-style fork lifts, dormant and neglected. I hopped down from his shoulder and Scott approached one of the old fork lifts. It was an old diesel variety and was used to lift heavy boxes onto and from docked ships. Scott looked at it a moment, figuring out where he could get a good grip. Then, approaching it from the side, he gently tipped the lift to one side and moved his other hand across the bottom to the opposite side. With no more effort than a normal man picks up an empty cardboard box, Scott proceeded to lift the entire vehicle off the ground and press it over his head. With a tiny shrug, he sent it several feet in the air to land once again in his hands, now spaced so they could grab both sides.

“This is too easy”, Scott remarked as he slowly brought his hands together. As he did so, I could see his muscles ripple powerfully across his chest and upper arms. The fork lift groaned as its centre was crushed by the incredible force being exerted by Scott's incredible body. He then took the lift in one hand and heaved it into the bay. It flew for nearly 100 yards before splashing into the dark waters. I just stood there in amazement. Scott was apparently capable of just about anything. He looked around and made his way toward one of the cranes imbedded into the dock. Very tall, the crane itself didn't weight very much but its base was part of the wharf which was made of re-enforced concrete. Scott considered this for a moment then, with one mighty punch of his great fist, broke through the concrete base and penetrated a couple of feet into the pier. He followed suit with his other fist a couple of feet away. He squatted down, showing his incredible legs and ass and slowly started to raise himself. The striations on his hamstrings and quads as well as his chest and upper arms were beginning to make themselves known as I heard the terrible sound of crumbling concrete and ripping steel. Scott had apparently managed to grab hold of a couple re-enforcement beams imbedded into the concrete and was essentially lifting the section of the dock with the crane right out of it's foundations. The piece he was lifting was easily a twenty foot cube of solid concrete and metal and he appeared to have no difficulty with it at all.

He turned to me, not even breathing hard and asked “Where do you want it?”

I was too stunned to reply and just pointed toward the water. With a deliberate effort he threw the huge slab high into the air. I watched it hurl toward its eventual splash down several hundred feet away. Obviously satisfied with himself, he looked right at me and started flexing his chest and legs. “I could use a little attention after that little test”, he smiled invitingly.

“Anything you want”, I said, my voice breaking at the thought of finally worshipping this god.

“Come here and appreciate me”, Scott said arrogantly. “My muscles deserve to be worshipped. I need to be worshipped. I am a god.” It was as if he had read my mind. I quickly walked over to him and began rubbing my hands against his huge pecs, my tongue tracing the incredible striations on his massive muscles. I had been with bodybuilders before and had always been aroused by hard muscles. Muscles which didn't give way when you squeezed. Scott was different though. His muscles were so dense that it felt as if I was worshipping a marble statue. His muscles didn't give a millimeter yet the pulsed with inconceivable power and heaved as Scott breathed slowly in and out.

He took his massive left hand, grabbed me under the arm and brought me over to his right shoulder. He extended his right arm and started flexing his biceps.

“Feel my arms! Lick them! Worship your GOD!” Scott commanded. I crawled out onto his enormous arm which was nearly as thick as my torso and began squeezing and rubbing and licking his superhuman muscle. He would flex and relax his biceps slowly and I would feel the wonderful surge of power with each pulse. I began rubbing my crotch against his shoulder and could feel the strength of his boulderous deltoid beneath my cock. I wrapped my arms around his biceps as he relaxed it and squeezed with all my might. It didn't budge. Then, as he slowly flexed again, his power broke my embrace and I was overwhelmed with the reality of having an arm this size beneath me. I climbed back onto his shoulder and climbed across to his other arm. This time, he chose to have me work on his forearm and so I climbed all the way out on his extended arm and began feeling his superbly developed forearm. Thick ropes of muscle contracted and relaxed, dancing in a ballet of strength and raw power. I licked them, tried to bite into them massaged them, worshipped them all the while wondering how far this would go…

Part 6

When Scott had finished throwing around the equipment at the dock we returned to the lab, I atop his massive shoulders. He let me down outside the door and he squeezed his way through the shattered portal. It felt as if I had lived in a dream for the last couple of hours. Scott was so far beyond my wildest dreams that I would do anything for him now. All he had to do is ask.

He was obviously pleased with the way the morning turned out and as soon as we got back into the lab, he b-lined for the mirrors on the platform and started flexing again, rubbing his hands across his superhuman muscles.

Without taking his eyes off himself, he said, “We have to go out and show this off today. I'm too hot to keep indoors.” He hit a double biceps and I nearly came again.

“Well there isn't anything I can do to keep you here,” I said, “After what I saw on the dock, I don't think there is anything ANYONE could do to force you into something.” I advanced slowly behind his massive back, completely hidden from view by its massive proportions and started to gently rub my hands over his Herculean muscles, feeling every ridge and striation as it rippled and flexed.

“I want to go to the gym and see what the guys say to this!” Scott said, spreading his lats to their full, 4-foot width. “Alright. If that's what you want,” I said. “You had better get into some clothes before you go over though. While I'm sure they'll be turned on by you buck naked, I'm pretty sure we'd get arrested if we went out on the street this way.”

Scott grinned and headed off to the locker room. I shut down the equipment and followed him in. He was standing by a locker trying to fit his oversized basket into a pair of compression shorts. The fabric was already straining against his 42” thighs and his huge, hard glutes. He looked ready to explode right out of them. His massive legs had left no room for his incredible cock and balls. I walked over to him.

“Here,” I said, “Let me help.” While carefully trying not to rip the already strained fabric, I reached down and stretched the fabric just a little further. With some effort, Scott was able to move his enormous member inside and I released my grip. There would be nothing left to the imagination in this outfit, I thought to myself. Scott couldn't find anything big enough for his massive torso so he decided to go shirtless.

“Right after the gym, we need to take you to my tailor”, I said, “And get you something to wear.”

“You don't like this?” Scott grinned, thrusting his huge basket out and flexing his pecs.

My heart was racing. “I didn't say that. Its just going to be difficult for you to walk around in public this way. Me? I'd like to see you like this all the time.”

“You'll get to see me as much as you want”, Scott said, reaching across and pulling me into his rock-hard chest. “But first, let me see how many guys at my gym are queer for my new body.”

We walked out to the door and realized there was no way I could lock up the lab: Scott had completely destroyed the door frame. “Oops,” he said, blushing. Looking around, he saw several sheets of corrugated aluminum stacked against the loading bay. He walked over to them, picked up a sheet and bent it double and then double again as if it were a piece of paper.

He walked back, hastened us to leave and wedged the aluminum into the door space. “That should hold until you get a new door,” Scott said, satisfied with himself, “Being mega-strong comes in handy.”

We walked over to my car and encountered our next problem. Scott was considerably larger than the average person and all I had was a two seater.

I took off the roof, moved his seat as far back as it would go and asked him if he could squeeze inside. With considerable effort, he was able to crunch himself into a mass of ultra-dense muscle that just barely contained itself to his side of the car.

“That must be uncomfortable,” I said.

“It is,” Scott replied. “Just hope I don't have to breathe too deeply or I'll crush your dash-board.”

“The sooner we get there the sooner you can get out of this thing,” I said.

“Just tell me were to go.”

As it turned out, we were only about ten minutes from his gym. When we got there, he opened the door and immediately stretched, flexing his massive physique again.

“Damn that was cramped,” Scott said. “You better think about hiring a van or something to get us back.”

“Will do,” I said. “We're here. Shall we go in?”

Scott looked at me and grinned, “You bet.”

I opened the door for Scott and he slid in sideways: his shoulders were too wide for the door. We crossed to the desk where the attendant was sitting, reading MusleMag. He wasn't one of the “big boys”, but he was built. I gave Scott his membership card (his wallet was with me: no room in his compression shorts).

“Morning Jim,” Scott said, casually putting down his membership card.

“Morning Scott,” Jim said, quickly glancing up. Before his eyes had refocused on his magazine, he threw his head back and stared at Scott.

“Jesus! What happened to you?!?!”

Scott grinned and said, “Just been working hard. This is my friend Vlad. I said he could work out with me today. Is there a problem with that?”

Jim couldn't take his eyes off Scott's incredible muscles. He was just sitting there with his mouth open and his eyes bulging.

“Hello? Jim?” Scott said, waving his huge hand in front of Jim's eyes.

“What? Oh, no problem. Sure, go ahead. No, wait a minute. You got to wear a shirt,” Jim said with obvious excitement in his voice. “Do you have anything in my size?” Scott asked chidingly.

Jim swallowed hard and said, “I guess not. Go on in. Damn you're awesome!”

Scott just smiled, pulsed his pecs, picked up a towel and entered the main floor. Jim got up from his chair, dropped his magazine and followed us in, a look of disbelief still on his face.

The gym had the usual early-morning crowd of about a dozen or so guys, most of them big and pushing some serious iron. As Scott walked by each of them, they did a double-take, stopped what they were doing and just stared.

Stared at that huge muscular back, those impossibly wide shoulders, the tiny waist, the phenomenal glutes and those oaken thighs.

Scott made his way casually to an open flat bench. “Today's a chest and biceps day,” he said, grinning knowingly. Both of us were quite aware there wasn't enough weight in the whole gym to give him anything more than a warm up, but this was showtime and Scott liked being in the spotlight.

“Let's warm up with 495,” he said, “Help me load this bar.”

“Sure,” I said, and began loading my side with five plates. As we did, I noticed a lot of the guys had come over to watch. Scott went to the end of the bench and sat down on the end. He quickly glanced at the stares of utter incredulity on each of their faces and said, “Yeah, about 495 is a good warmup for BICEPS.” The audience's eyes got bigger still and they started talking among themselves. Scott was obviously enjoying this.

One of the big guys (whom I later learned was named Paul) spoke up, “I don't care how big you look, nobody does curls with 495. It just isn't possible.”

Scott grinned. “Maybe for you, but not for me.” He got up and walked to the back of the bench, put his hands under the bar at shoulder width and lifted the bar off the supports. Staring right at Paul, Scott slowly curled the bar in perfect form for twelve reps. The crowd had fallen silent during this amazing feat and then broke out in cheers as he put the bar down. Everybody came over and congratulated Scott. They were all slapping him on the arms and shoulders, smiling and saying they'd never seen anything like it. Its my opinion they weren't congratulating him as much as they were trying to touch his monstrous muscles. In either case, Paul still wasn't convinced.

“There's got to be a trick. No way you're as big and strong as you look,”

Paul said, scowling.

“No trick,” Scott said, “Just 32 inches of rock-solid biceps.” Scott flexed his right arm and the sight of the boulder-size peak, pulsating with power, nearly made me embarrass myself in front of the entire gym. Looking around, I could see I wasn't the only one turned on. Just about all the guys were sporting hardons through their shorts. A couple of them were openly playing with themselves and eying Scott's massive package.

“Mind if I try?” Paul asked.

“Go ahead,” Scott said. “I'll spot you.”

Paul walked around to the back of the bench and Scott moved out of the way.

Paul grasped the bar and with some effort lifted it off the supports but couldn't curl it more than a few inches.

“Here,” Scott said, “Let me help.” He maneuvered in behind Paul, pressing his slab-like pecs hard against Paul's back, extended his arms outside Paul's, linked his index finger on either side of the bar and started to lift gently. Suddenly the bar was lighter in Paul's hands and he was able to curl it with some difficulty. As he did so, I could see Paul struggling with the realization that Scott was everything he claimed to be: ultra massive and super strong. He also seemed to be very uncomfortable about the rise he was getting in his shorts. Paul put the bar back and Scott moved back.

“Okay,” Paul said, grudgingly. “I guess you are pretty strong. What I want to know is how? Nobody is your size. And you weren't this big on Monday. Nowhere near this size. How did you do it?”

“I'm not ready to tell anyone yet,” Scott said coyly. “I need something to drink. Vlad, join me at the juice bar?” Scott had a quizzical look on his face. He had something to tell me but I wasn't sure what it was…

Part 7

I accompanied Scott over to the juice bar and ordered a couple of carb boosters. The drinks were dispensed. While we drank, Scott told me about Paul.

“He's going to be a pain,” Scott said. “He's used to being top dog around this gym. He's won several local and regional shows and doesn't like being bested.”

“I guess he's going to have to get used to it,” I grinned, playfully punching Scott's massive shoulder.

“I suppose, but he might start asking some pretty rude questions. I'd keep my guard up,” Scott warned.

“Alright. I will. But what about you? How did you like what happened in there? All those guys getting turned on to you,” I asked.

“It was awesome!” Scott grinned. “I always liked being looked at but it was great seeing all those guys go queer for my body. The showers should be fun. Wait till they get a load of what I've got below the waist.”

“I think they already have a good idea,” I said, slapping my hand on his upper thigh, just below where his enormous member was stretching the material.

Scott downed the last of his drink and said, “Well, lets go back to the floor. I want to show these guys what I can really do.” For the rest of his workout, Scott had a major audience. More people stopped their workouts and started following Scott from station to station, watching his incredible muscles break every gym record with ease. I, of course, knew that he was deliberately restraining himself. They gym bench press record, for example, was 615lbs. Scott used 765lbs for his standard set of barbell curls. His bench press was too great for any of the free-weight stations, so he improvised with a Smith machine, two fully loaded bars, wracked one atop the other, and an additional ten plates stacked on top of the support beam. All totaled, 2340lbs for 12 reps. And he wasn't even breaking a sweat. Between sets, Scott would give his audience what they wanted by flexing his huge body through some of the most incredible poses these guys had ever seen. He encouraged the guys to feel his muscles while he flexed. A few did readily, then more and more until finally, all of them were comfortable with the thought of rubbing their hands all over his megamuscles. After an hour, there wasn't a guy in the gym who wasn't sporting a raging hardon. Paul was the only one who kept his distance, keeping to his own workout. But even he was seen sneaking glances at this Scott's magnificent physique and the bulge in his own shorts was noticeable as well.

Ending one of his flexing sessions, Scott said, “Well, time to hit the showers.” Several of the guys couldn't keep from touching themselves at the thought of seeing this god unclothed. Scott took his towel and strolled off toward the locker room.

“I'll wait for you here,” I grinned. Scott returned the grin as he and a throng of guys entered the locker room door to what I could only imagine would be a very interesting lather session. The gym floor was deserted except for Paul who was finishing up his legs with some heavy squats. I strolled past and into the lobby which, to my slight surprise, was unmanned. I suspected Jim was one of those who had joined Scott in the showers for a bit of fun. I sat down and picked up a copy of M&F and starting leafing through the articles. Looking through the magazine, I couldn't help but compare these bodybuilders to the musclegod I had created. These guys were wimps! There was a picture of Mike Matarazzo flexing his 23” biceps proudly. I felt sorry for the guy. He was going to be totally out-classed.

The door opened and out stepped Paul, towel in hand, dabbing sweat off his well-developed body from his workout. “Hey,” he said. I nodded back.

“So what's with Scott?” Paul asked. “I've never seen anyone like him before. How did he do it and what's your connection?” Scott was right: Paul was going to be a pain.

“I'm a friend of his, and his new trainer,” I responded.

“Yeah. So what do you have him on? Some sort of mega-diabolol or something?” Paul asked pointedly.

“Nothing like that at all. He doesn't need to take any chemicals at all,”

I said, bending the truth a little. Scott only needed the one treatment.

The rest had come as a result of his genetic changes.

“Then what is it? I want to know and if you don't tell me, I'm going to take matters into my own hands,” Paul threatened, moving closer and tensing his muscles.

“I wouldn't recommend intimidating me,” I warned. “What you saw Scott do this morning was really just for show. He's capable of much much more.

And he's still a growing boy. If you hurt me, I don't think he will take it very well.”

Paul swallowed hard but didn't blink. “Alright. Maybe I can't force it out of you, but there are other ways of finding out.” He backed off, turned around and went back to the floor. I thought about what he said but felt secure that everything was under control.

Scott was taking his time in the showers, as I suspected he might. I took the opportunity to ring up my office for a van to be delivered to the gym and to pick up my car. About half an hour later the van arrived but Scott still hadn't come out of the locker room. Curious, I went in to investigate. Scott stood in the centre of the locker room floor, naked and completely erect. At his feet were the remains of his compression shorts.

He had apparently gotten hard before he could take them off and they had ripped to shreds. He was flexing his magnificent body while at least a dozen men rubbed his muscles and licked every part of his physique.

Another dozen or so men were stroking themselves off watching Scott go through his posing routine. Another ten or so were already spent on the floor. Scott was obviously enjoying himself. I walked over and whispered in Scott's ear.

“I hate to break this up,” I said, “But Paul might take this as an opportunity to call the police. Being written up for an orgy in a public place isn't really how I want to spend the morning.”

Scott looked at me, disappointed. “I guess you're right. Okay guys. I really need to shower now.” Scott gently extracted himself from the throng of men, picked up a towel and walked into the showers. Most of the crowd followed him and offered to lather him up and wash him down. Scott kindly refused these offers in lieu of what I had just suggested.

When Scott emerged and toweled himself off, the problem of what he should wear came immediately to mind. Jim said he had a pair of extra-large baggies that might just fit and ran out front to get them. When I asked how much, Jim just grinned and said, “They're on the house.” The baggies were anything but baggy. Scott's tree-trunk thighs filled them completely and even strained them somewhat in the glutes. He had to fit his Herculean cock down the left leg. Still, it was less dangerous than walking around in the nude. We left the locker room and exited the gym. “Seems like you enjoyed yourself in there,” I quipped.

“A little too much,” Scott said, gesturing to his enormous manhood, “I need to find some relief.”

“I ordered up a van. We'll go back to the lab and see what we can do.”

Scott opened the back door and got in. I hopped in the driver's seat and drove back to the lab. What I didn't know at the time was that we were being followed…

Part 8

I accompanied Scott over to the juice bar and ordered a couple of carb boosters. The drinks were dispensed. While we drank, Scott told me about Paul.

“He's going to be a pain,” Scott said. “He's used to being top dog around this gym. He's won several local and regional shows and doesn't like being bested.”

“I guess he's going to have to get used to it,” I grinned, playfully punching Scott's massive shoulder.

“I suppose, but he might start asking some pretty rude questions. I'd keep my guard up,” Scott warned.

“Alright. I will. But what about you? How did you like what happened in there? All those guys getting turned on to you,” I asked.

“It was awesome!” Scott grinned. “I always liked being looked at but it was great seeing all those guys go queer for my body. The showers should be fun. Wait till they get a load of what I've got below the waist.”

“I think they already have a good idea,” I said, slapping my hand on his upper thigh, just below where his enormous member was stretching the material.

Scott downed the last of his drink and said, “Well, lets go back to the floor. I want to show these guys what I can really do.” For the rest of his workout, Scott had a major audience. More people stopped their workouts and started following Scott from station to station, watching his incredible muscles break every gym record with ease. I, of course, knew that he was deliberately restraining himself. They gym bench press record, for example, was 615lbs. Scott used 765lbs for his standard set of barbell curls. His bench press was too great for any of the free-weight stations, so he improvised with a Smith machine, two fully loaded bars, wracked one atop the other, and an additional ten plates stacked on top of the support beam. All totaled, 2340lbs for 12 reps. And he wasn't even breaking a sweat. Between sets, Scott would give his audience what they wanted by flexing his huge body through some of the most incredible poses these guys had ever seen. He encouraged the guys to feel his muscles while he flexed. A few did readily, then more and more until finally, all of them were comfortable with the thought of rubbing their hands all over his megamuscles. After an hour, there wasn't a guy in the gym who wasn't sporting a raging hardon. Paul was the only one who kept his distance, keeping to his own workout. But even he was seen sneaking glances at this Scott's magnificent physique and the bulge in his own shorts was noticeable as well.

Ending one of his flexing sessions, Scott said, “Well, time to hit the showers.” Several of the guys couldn't keep from touching themselves at the thought of seeing this god unclothed. Scott took his towel and strolled off toward the locker room.

“I'll wait for you here,” I grinned. Scott returned the grin as he and a throng of guys entered the locker room door to what I could only imagine would be a very interesting lather session. The gym floor was deserted except for Paul who was finishing up his legs with some heavy squats. I strolled past and into the lobby which, to my slight surprise, was unmanned. I suspected Jim was one of those who had joined Scott in the showers for a bit of fun. I sat down and picked up a copy of M&F and starting leafing through the articles. Looking through the magazine, I couldn't help but compare these bodybuilders to the musclegod I had created. These guys were wimps! There was a picture of Mike Matarazzo flexing his 23” biceps proudly. I felt sorry for the guy. He was going to be totally out-classed.

The door opened and out stepped Paul, towel in hand, dabbing sweat off his well-developed body from his workout. “Hey,” he said. I nodded back.

“So what's with Scott?” Paul asked. “I've never seen anyone like him before. How did he do it and what's your connection?” Scott was right: Paul was going to be a pain.

“I'm a friend of his, and his new trainer,” I responded.

“Yeah. So what do you have him on? Some sort of mega-diabolol or something?” Paul asked pointedly.

“Nothing like that at all. He doesn't need to take any chemicals at all,”

I said, bending the truth a little. Scott only needed the one treatment.

The rest had come as a result of his genetic changes.

“Then what is it? I want to know and if you don't tell me, I'm going to take matters into my own hands,” Paul threatened, moving closer and tensing his muscles.

“I wouldn't recommend intimidating me,” I warned. “What you saw Scott do this morning was really just for show. He's capable of much much more.

And he's still a growing boy. If you hurt me, I don't think he will take it very well.”

Paul swallowed hard but didn't blink. “Alright. Maybe I can't force it out of you, but there are other ways of finding out.” He backed off, turned around and went back to the floor. I thought about what he said but felt secure that everything was under control.

Scott was taking his time in the showers, as I suspected he might. I took the opportunity to ring up my office for a van to be delivered to the gym and to pick up my car. About half an hour later the van arrived but Scott still hadn't come out of the locker room. Curious, I went in to investigate. Scott stood in the centre of the locker room floor, naked and completely erect. At his feet were the remains of his compression shorts.

He had apparently gotten hard before he could take them off and they had ripped to shreds. He was flexing his magnificent body while at least a dozen men rubbed his muscles and licked every part of his physique.

Another dozen or so men were stroking themselves off watching Scott go through his posing routine. Another ten or so were already spent on the floor. Scott was obviously enjoying himself. I walked over and whispered in Scott's ear.

“I hate to break this up,” I said, “But Paul might take this as an opportunity to call the police. Being written up for an orgy in a public place isn't really how I want to spend the morning.”

Scott looked at me, disappointed. “I guess you're right. Okay guys. I really need to shower now.” Scott gently extracted himself from the throng of men, picked up a towel and walked into the showers. Most of the crowd followed him and offered to lather him up and wash him down. Scott kindly refused these offers in lieu of what I had just suggested.

When Scott emerged and toweled himself off, the problem of what he should wear came immediately to mind. Jim said he had a pair of extra-large baggies that might just fit and ran out front to get them. When I asked how much, Jim just grinned and said, “They're on the house.” The baggies were anything but baggy. Scott's tree-trunk thighs filled them completely and even strained them somewhat in the glutes. He had to fit his Herculean cock down the left leg. Still, it was less dangerous than walking around in the nude. We left the locker room and exited the gym. “Seems like you enjoyed yourself in there,” I quipped.

“A little too much,” Scott said, gesturing to his enormous manhood, “I need to find some relief.”

“I ordered up a van. We'll go back to the lab and see what we can do.”

Scott opened the back door and got in. I hopped in the driver's seat and drove back to the lab. What I didn't know at the time was that we were being followed…

Part 9

When Scott and I returned to the lab, we went inside (Scott had to unwedge the makeshift door for me). Scott seemed kind of anxious and headed directly for the test platform. When he got there, he opened up the mirrors on the back wall, pulled off his baggies and started flexing in the buff. Where as he had been extremely excited the last time he had treated himself to this sort of exhibition, his face was now one of intense scrutiny as he carefully traced every line of muscle with his fingers and flexed in various poses and positions.

“What are you doing?”, I asked sheepishly.

“I'm ready for the next step,” he replied.

“You mean you want to get bigger already? We haven't fully examined what happened to you the first time,” I noted.

“I don't care. I just want to get bigger. I'm already bigger than anyone else on the planet, but I want more,” Scott said with a very serious tone in his voice.

“Well I'm in no position to stop you,” I said. “The thing is you can grow anytime you want. All you need is a power source. Any power source.”

“Yeah, you explained that before,” Scott remarked, “but remember what happened the last time? I was standing here flexing for nearly half an hour with the power still switched on and I didn't grow any more.”

“You got much heavier, your muscle density quadrupled and your strength increased more than ten-fold in that half hour,” I said, reviewing the logs.

“But I didn't grow,” Scott maintained. “I want to get bigger. The strength and all is great and I love to show off, but what I really want is to be huge.”

I paused and considered his words. It did seem that the formula I created optimized for strength and muscle density in favor of size, though Scott's physique could not be regarded as insignificant. I would have to figure out a way of boosting the size aspect as well.

“Alright,” I said, “I need a little time to work out a modified serum that will give you what you want. Obviously, you could get bigger right away by finding a bigger power source, but eventually that would have limited effects as well and your body would probably re-stabilize at its current size, though your mass, strength and density would increase again in proportion to the new energy source.”

Scott scowled.

“Don't worry,” I grinned, “We'll get you so big even you won't know what to do with all your size.” With that, Scott wrapped his massive arms around me and gave me a gentle hug.

“Why don't you go off to work and meet me back here this evening,” I said.

“I should be able to give you some answers by then.”

“Damn!”, Scott exclaimed. “It's nearly noon and I was due in at work at nine! My boss is going to kill me!”

“Not likely,” I quipped. “Just explain to him how much more productive you'll be now that you're ten times stronger than a bulldozer. Getting you there is going to be a little bit of a chore. You'll probably have to use the van. I'll ring the motor pool and have then pick it up from you at work. I'll arrange for your transportation back here.”

“Okay by me,” Scott said as he hurried out the door.

I had some serious work to do. First, I called my office and told them I was going to be taking the rest of the week off. Next, I called several of my suppliers and told them I needed the special equipment I had ordered delivered immediately. Finally, I sat down at my console and started playing around with my original formula to see if there was some way I could increase the growth factors.

The workmen showed up to install my equipment about an hour later. The new machinery included significantly more sensitive measuring devices, scanners, quantum densometres and high-capacity power couplings. I barely noticed them going about their business as I continued to work on the formula modifications. In retrospect, I suppose I should have recognized Paul among the workers but it didn't occur to me until much later.

By five o'clock I had hit upon a formula which looked promising in computer simulations and began producing a test batch of the serum. The workmen had all left and I rang the motor pool to send down a Hummer. If Scott was going to grow even more massive, I needed something heavy duty and big to transport him. The Hummer arrived about 20 minutes later and I drove off to pick up Scott.

When I arrived at his construction site, there was Scott, surrounded by a couple dozen men, showing off. He was doing one-armed presses with a bulldozer, much to the amazement and obvious arousal of the men in the audience. When he saw me drive up, he carefully put the dozer down and walked over to meet me.

“A good day I suppose?” I asked.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, pretty good. These guys couldn't believe what happened to me. I told them to wait until tomorrow if they thought I was built today.”

“I'll try not to disappoint them,” I grinned, “Hop in. This thing is big enough even for you.”

Scott opened the door and moved his massive physique into the passenger side of the Hummer. The whole vehicle sank rather dramatically to the right as it accepted his incredible mass onto the suspension. On the way back to the lab, Scott told me about his day.

“The foreman was a little ticked that I was late, but when he got a look at me, he shut up”, Scott said. “I think he's got a thing for me. He couldn't keep his eyes off me the whole day. But neither could the rest of them. I made up for lost time by hauling whole palettes of bricks from the delivery ramp to the elevator. When they say that, these guys went wild.

They started wanting to feel my muscles and testing my strength. You saw me playing with the bulldozer? Earlier today I was bending I-beams into pretzels. They loved it.”

“Well I'm glad you had fun,” I said. “I've been busy tweaking the formula and may have hit upon something that will work. I should warn you I haven't tested it yet and there may be some side effects but you will probably like the effect.”

“What's different about this stuff?”, Scott asked.

“Without getting to technical, the original formula constantly rematrixed your bone, tendon and muscle tissue into stronger and stronger filaments.

More muscle per unit volume. More muscle density, more strength. The problem was that you weren't seeing any of these increases because the formula rematrixed automatically. You were growing but not in size. For example, right now, you're probably dense enough to stop an armor piercing bullet within the first few cell layers on your pecs. If you didn't have this super density, you'd be much bigger than you are now.

“The new formula works a little differently. You will go through a plateau approach. Your size will increase as you flex and use energy just like before. Your muscle density at this stage will remain the same. When you've stopped flexing, any further energy you draw will be used to increase the density. So you'll never shrink like you did the first time.

And any time you want to grow, all you have to do is flex with a power source available. Any time you want to increase your density and strength per unit volume, draw power without flexing.”

“Sounds great, Doc,” Scott said, obviously excited. “I can't wait to try it.”

We pulled into the lab, got out of the Hummer and opened the bay door. To our surprise, there was Paul, standing in the bay.

“I've been waiting for you boys to get here,” Paul said, smiling from ear to ear. “I wanted you to be the first to witness my transformation.”

Scott and I looked at each other then at Paul who had just unsealed a vial of the modified serum.

“I wouldn't recommend that,” I told Paul anxiously. “You don't know how to use it and that batch hasn't been tested yet.”

“I know all I need to know,” Paul said harshly. “Scott's bigger than me now and I don't like it. This stuff is going to change all of that. I want to be the biggest, strongest man on the planet.” He put the vial to his lips and drank it down.

“Damn you Paul!” I shouted, “get into the lab quickly. I need to monitor what's going on. There's no telling what the new serum will do with your body chemistry! It was balanced for Scott!”

Obediently, Paul obeyed as Scott walked behind, his face belaying his anger. I ushered both men onto the platform and activated the equipment.

The new scanners began tracing their bodies and feeding data back into my console. When they had gathered all the relevant information, I ushered Scott to one side.

“He doesn't know how to activate the formula, even if it does work for him,” I said quietly. “Besides, he'll need an energy source and I don't intend to give him one.” Secretly, I passed a vial of the new formula to Scott. “Keep this with you. Don't drink it yet.”

We returned to the platform and Scott stood next to Paul.

“When does this stuff kick in?” Paul asked impatiently.

“With Scott it took about 20 minutes or so but with you, it might not work at all. Like I tried to explain, I tailored this formula specifically to work with Scott's DNA, not yours. You really shouldn't have taken matters into your own hands like that.”

Paul scowled. “What choice did I have? I mean look at him,” motioning to Scott's magnificent physique, “He's huge! Bigger than me! I don't like that. I have to grow! How much longer?”

“Any time now,” I said. Paul began to flex. He was as big as a guy could be before this stuff. His physique was well-sculpted and hard but he looked like an under-nourished kid standing next to Scott. After about ten minutes of hard flexing with no results, Paul lowered his arms and walked up to Scott.

“It didn't work,” Paul said angrily, “But don't count me out yet. I'll get bigger than you. I promise.” With that, Paul shoved his fist into Scott's massive pecs. As it hit, both Scott and Paul gasped. There was a blue spark at the point of contact and then another and another. Blue energy bolts erupted from Scott's body and focused on Paul's fist and forearm.

Scott raised an hand to his head as if in pain. Paul, suddenly realizing what was happening quickly embarrassed Scott in an hug. As more and more of their bodies contacted, the energy bolts became more pronounced, dancing across their muscles in a strange, electric ballet. To my shock I noticed that Paul was beginning to grow. He was using Scott as his power source.

Part 10

Realizing that Paul was draining some of his power, Scott unlocked himself from Paul's ever-stronger grip and pushed him across the platform. As they separated, the bolts of energy subsided and Scott staggered, a little dazed, toward the newly refurbished weight area. Quickly, I activated the scanning equipment and took readings on both men. While the instruments began their work, I tried to distract Paul's attention.

“Paul,” I said, “The formula you took is having a peculiar effect on your metabolism. Stand still for a moment so the scanners can get some readings. You could be in danger.”

Paul smirked and said, “In danger? Ha! Look at me!” Paul went into a double biceps pose to show that his arms had indeed gained a few inches.

“Never the less, let the machines do their work before you move around too much,” I cautioned. “How do you feel?”

“Huge,” Paul said. “Huge and strong. I may not be as big as Scott, but I will be soon. Seems I can feed on other guys muscles.”

“Actually,” I interjected, “You feed off any energy source. The more powerful the source, the bigger and stronger you get. When you touched Scott, you started to absorb some of his power. Because he packs far more energy per unit volume than regular muscle, the effect was very pronounced.”

I looked over at Scott who appeared to have recovered and was looking at himself in the mirror. He hadn't lost any apparent size, but the instruments said he had lost about 50lbs of mass, probably in lost muscle density. This correlated with the 50lbs of muscle Paul had apparently put on.

“How do you feel, Scott?” I asked.

“I'm okay now. It was a little weird though,” Scott replied.

I motioned to Scott to drink the vial of enhanced growth formula. He uncorked it and drank it down. Paul was too busy flexing for himself in the mirror to notice. The scanners had finished compiling their data and I looked over the results.

“Alright guys,” I began. “It seems that Paul here has absorbed about 50lbs of muscle from Scott as a result of that little incident. Paul, please don't do that again. It could be dangerous for both of you. Scott, you are probably a little weaker than you were before the transfer but we'll correct that soon enough. You didn't appear to lose any size, probably because your muscles are so dense at this point 50lbs wouldn't be noticeable. Paul, your genetic structure has accepted the revised growth sequences and assimilated them throughout your body. Because these sequences were keyed to Scott's DNA, your growth curve is going to be somewhat less pronounced but still incredibly fast.” Before I finished my explanation, Scott had begun rubbing his hands over his incredible muscles. He seemed to be growing more and more excited as the elevation of his enormous cock indicated. Paul listened intently but when he noticed how Scott was worshipping himself, he scowled and approached Scott.

“Paul,” I warned, “I told you not to get too close to Scott. I don't want him to lose any more muscle.”

“Too bad,” Paul replied, “I want to be bigger than Scott. I want to feed on his muscles and grow.” Having said this, Paul placed his hands on Scott's pecs and started to rub and squeeze Scott's enormous slabs of superhuman muscle. To Paul's surprise though, no bolts of energy shot from Scott's body to feed his. Indeed nothing at all happened. Scott, appreciating the extra attention Paul was giving him, wrapped his mega-muscled arms around Paul's torso and brought him close, practically crushing him between his over-developed chest and his 32 inch arms. Paul tried to push away but Scott was far too strong for that. As he struggled, some small arcs of energy appeared from Paul to Scott. As Scott gyrated more heavily, more and more arcs appeared and Scott began to moan with pleasure. As I anticipated, the formula I gave Scott now enabled him to drain Paul with greater ease than Paul could drain him and therefore the transfer of muscle and power was now reversed. As Scott rubbed his huge, ripped body against Paul, I could see Paul's muscles getting smaller and an obvious look of horror on his eyes as he too realized what was happening.

When Scott had drained Paul down to his normal size, I asked Scott to disengage. He complied. Paul was shivering.

“I warned you it could be dangerous,” I grinned to Paul. Turning to Scott, “Now the real fun begins. Paul here was one of the workmen who installed quite a lot of the equipment this morning, including some high-power energy conduits, so you have him to thank for what is about to happen. You wanted to get huge, so I thought this would be the safest way.”

I flipped a switch and a bank of menacing rods descended from above the platform just over Scott.

“This looks great, doc,” Scott exclaimed, “Let's get started!” With that he started to flex his enormous arms and pecs and start pulsing his incredible quads. I turned to the console and set the capacitor inputs to 10%. A low hum filled the room as the system charged. Meanwhile, Scott was flexing like mad. He was rubbing his hands all over his incredible body. He couldn't get enough of himself.

“Ready?” I asked over the now-steady hum.

“Yes!” Scott shouted back. I glanced down at the console, removed the safety and flipped the switch. Instantly, arcs of energy ran from the power array to Scott's body. As they hit, Scott let out a moan of ecstasy.

He began flexing harder and harder. After a few seconds, it was obvious his muscles had begun to grow. I looked down at my instruments and read that his arms were now 34 inches and still growing. His muscles were getting more and more defined, the striations were no longer subtle lines but rope-like in character, huge and thick.

“This is great!” Scott shouted, flexing and worshipping himself even more than before.

Excited, I said, “I'm going to turn it up. Get ready.”

“Do it!” Scott replied.

I slowly pushed the bar to 20% and the energy bolts increased in intensity and density. Scott was really getting into it now, hitting fast, hard poses and noting that every time he flexed, his muscles grew. His chest was over 90 inches and his legs were close to 50. He was growing a little in height too, now standing about 6’6”. His cock was a sight to be seen. It measured over 26” of rock-solid manhood. Still he continued to grow as the arcs danced across his muscles. Faster and faster his muscles expanded. His arms were now 40 inches. According to my instruments, Scott now had strength equivalent to about 200,000 ordinary men. He could, if he wanted, bench press something like 20,000 metric tonnes. His muscle density was so great that a diamond-tipped drill wouldn't be able to penetrate the first layer of muscle tissue.

And still he grew.

“Turn it up!” Scott shouted, “I want MORE!”

I pushed the power lever to 30% and the arcs of energy turned into solid beams, shooting out of the power array and directly into Scott's muscles.

I could actually see the muscle tissue generating and regenerating, getting bigger and stronger with every pulse. His height passed 7' and his pecs were in the 110” range. His arms measured an amazing 49”. His strength was growing so fast that the numbers on my screen were practically unreadable. As he hit pose after pose, his body continued to develop. A warning light flashed on my console and moments later the array overloaded and shut down.

Both Paul and I looked up at Scott in amazement. No one had ever been this big. My scanners said he stood 9’3” tall, weighed 4532lbs, chest 128”, arms 56”, quads 72”, calves 40”, waist 40”, cock 37”. His strength readings were beyond belief. Scott was stronger than the combined strength of every other human on the planet.

Part 11

Scott stood on the platform, his god-like chest heaving and his impossibly developed arms tensing and relaxing, pumping blood through muscles that could only be described as superhuman. Paul couldn't stop staring at Scott's incredible development. Scott noticed and started laughing, a deep, resonant laugh which made the walls vibrate.

“You like what you see, little man?” Scott said to Paul, with a deserved air of superiority.

Paul couldn't speak and instead, fell to his knees and started rubbing his hands across Scott's incredible calves. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around them and tried to hug them with all his might.

Scott grinned down at him, “I'm not even flexing them and you can't dent them. This feels great.” Turning to me he asked, “How big have I gotten, doc?”

Barely able to take my eyes off his phenomenal torso, I looked down to my console and gulped. My voice quivering just a little, I said, “Well, you're 9’3” tall and weigh about two tonnes. You have a 128” chest, 56”

arms, 72” quads, 40” calves and a 37” manhood. You wanted to be a god? Well wishes sometimes come true.”

Scott grinned and rolled his eyes back. He let out another of his powerful laughs. “I'm the biggest, most powerful being on the planet! I love it! God, I love it! Men will bow down before me in awe! Yeah!”

“Looks like you have another disciple already,” I observed, motioning to Paul, busy squeezing and rubbing his body against Scott's leg.

“Yeah,” Scott said, “It feels great. I love being worshipped. Come on out here and worship me. I know you want it.”

I made my way from behind the console and onto the platform. Scott's eyes locked with mine and we shared a moment of pure lust, I at his body and he for my worship. Gently, he reached forth with his massive hand and guided mine to touch his granite-like abs. They were warm to the touch and harder than anything I had ever felt before. Cautiously at first and then with greater and greater force, I tried to squeeze one of his abdominals but to no avail. He could probably deflect an Exocet missile without denting those monster muscles.

I was in ecstasy and began rubbing my hands across his broad lats, all the while he gently caressed my back and shoulders with his enormous hand. I could reach the very bottom of his statuesque pecs with some difficult.

Noting my predicament, he grabbed me by the waist and elevated me so that I could feel the full majesty of his new chest development. Grinning, he flexed one pec then the other, the muscles so hard and yet moving with such fluid motion that I could only guess at the power each fiber contained. I rubbed my body across his enormous pecs and let my hands follow the lines of muscle toward his shoulders, each approximately the size of large car tire. The definition was impossibly tight. His skin was so soft and so thin that every detail of muscle was apparent.

I climbed onto his massive left trap and wrapped my arms around his huge neck. Bending my head to his ear, I said, “I love you, Scott. You're the god I've always wanted.” He gave me a gentle squeeze with his hand and returned me to the floor.

Paul was still working on Scott's right leg and appeared to be in ecstasy.

Low moans of desire evident when I walked over and extricated him from the object of his lust. Scott was flexing again, feeling his new muscles and watching himself in the mirrors. I turned to him and said, “Scott, Paul, we have some thinking to do. While this experiment has worked far better than I could have anticipated, I have succeeded in creating a superhuman being I will be at pains to explain and another who has the potential for very fast growth. Have either of you given any thought as to how we should treat this situation? There are bound to be some hard, valid questions from anyone who sees you guys. And if someone from the military sees you? God, they'd want to use this stuff for their own ends. That isn't what I had in mind.”

Scott stopped flexing and scowled for a moment. Paul too was contemplative. After a moment, Scott said, “Why not just destroy the formula? That way no one could get hold of it. We could explain the two of us away as genetic freaks or something. Mutations.”

“That's a thought,” I said, “But have you considered what your size will mean? You can't very well live an ordinary life. People will be hounding you all the time and the government would probably love to get their hands on you, no pun intended. Eventually, it will lead back to me and I'm not sure I can hide from that.”

“You leave that to me,” Scott said, authoritatively. “Anyone messes with you, they've got to get through me.” He hit a lat spread and I suddenly felt very safe.

Grinning, I said, “Yes, but what about you two? What are you going to do with all this power? What do you want out of all this?”

Part 12

Scott frowned for a moment, considering the predicament. Then, a wonderful smile came to his face and he drew himself tall, with his hands on his waist.

“You're thinking about this all wrong, doc,” Scott said, smiling from ear to ear. “I'm a god. I'm the most powerful being on the planet. I can have whatever I want. And what I want is to be worshipped. Let them ask questions. Let them get concerned. There's nothing they can do about it.

They'll kneel before me just like Paul has done. With my power, even straight guys will get queer for my body. And let them. I won't disappoint them.”

With that, Scott strode toward the back of the warehouse, toward the cargo doors. Paul and I followed. With a gentle tug, Scott rolled up one of the doors, hopped down (with a noticeable shudder to the building) and began making his way across the deserted parking lot. Scott's strides were better half again as long as mine so we had to jog beside to keep up. Paul seemed mesmerized by Scott. I didn't blame him. Scott's freakishly huge, muscular frame, naked and bronzed in the bright sunlight was awe-inspiring.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To introduce the world to their new god.” Scott said, a self-confident smile on his lips.

We left the parking lot and turned onto one of the streets which fed into Lakeside Blvd. A couple of street punks spotted Scott and stopped dead in their tracks. Scott smiled as he approached and all they could do was look at the magnificent physique as it flexed and rippled, looming larger as the distance shortened. As he stood before them Scott asked, “You like what you see?” Scott brought his arms up into a double biceps pose, looked arrogantly at each boulderous muscle and then directly at the street boys.

In a voice which was so powerful, so authoritative, yet so seductive he said, “Worship me. You know that's what you want. Go ahead. Touch me.”

The boys, zombie-like, moved toward Scott's superhuman body and began rubbing their bodies against his legs and lower torso. Paul also joined in the action, wrapping his hands around Scott's partially erect cock and rubbing it with all his strength. The boys seemed in absolute lust for Scott's muscles, squeezing, licking and caressing them with the fervor of pure sexual ecstasy. Scott was enjoying himself too, slowly rubbing his hands across his massive chest and arms, flexing and squeezing, entreating all of us to a splendid display of male erotica.

Then, slowly, Scott began to move toward the boulevard, all of us trying to touch his massive legs as they flexed with each step. At the intersection, a considerable number of pedestrians caught sight of Scott's tall, impossibly powerful physique, noted all of us obviously enjoying ourselves and came over to join us. Men and women of every description flocked across the street and toward Scott, pressing against each other, trying to get close enough to touch his Herculean body.

In the street itself, a driver of an automobile, obviously distracted by Scott's presence, had rear- ended a parked car, causing considerable damage.

Scott, caring individual that he was, waded through his sea of admirers to aid the distressed motorist. He gently pulled off the collapsed door and ushered the driver out. As it turned out, it was Jim from the gym. Scott, concerned, asked, “You okay Jim?”

Quivering, Jim said, “I'm fine. What happened to you? You're…you're gorgeous!”

Scott smiled and pulsed his pecs for Jim. “Thanks,” Scott said, “Go ahead. Worship me. I know you want to. It's alright. Everyone wants to.”

Scott knelt down and flexed his huge biceps right under Jim's face. Jim, his eyes huge, timidly reached out and touched the huge mountain of muscle, then, began caressing it. Then, with his other hand and finally his face and chest rubbing against it with trance-like pleasure. More and more people closed in around Scott's kneeling body, pressing themselves close to him. Scott began a series of slow, hard poses which allowed his audience to gasp in amazement and offered new muscles to touch and worship. More and more people joined the crowd, all wanting desperately to touch Scott, to be near him.

After half an hour or so, the crowd had grown to thousands and all traffic had come to a stand still. A police riot team drove up in a SWAT van and disembarked in full protective gear, broke their way through the crowd and made their way toward Scott, ordering on-lookers away. Scott, noticing their approach, rose to his full height and stared directly at them. The point man for the squad stopped cold about 50 feet away and gulped nervously. The other members of the team paused a moment and then took up positions flanking the officer in front, raising their rifles and taking aim at Scott. Paul was on one side of Scott and I on the other. Scott reached down with his massive hand and patted me on the back. Under his breath he whispered, “Don't worry. Watch this.” He then turned to Paul and whispered something I couldn't quite make out.

Scott smiled agreeably and slowly took a step forward. The point officer raised his bull horn and said, “Stay where you are,” his voice noticeably unsure, “We have orders to arrest you for inciting a riot. We don't want to hurt you but if you resist, we will use force.”

“I understand, officer,” Scott said in a powerful tone which was just as loud as the bullhorn, “There wasn't a riot, per se. Just a lot of people interested in what I have to offer.” Scott raised his right arm, flexed the biceps and shrugged. Several of the policemen in the line were rubbing their crotches. Even the point officer appeared aroused, his jaw dropping at the sight of Scott's megabody. “Why don't you join in? There's plenty of me for everyone,” Scott said in his most seductive tone.

It was obvious the point officer was torn between what he wanted to do-what he AND his men wanted to do-and their duty. Slowly, he brought up the bullhorn and said, “I'm sorry. We'll have to take you in.” He motioned to four of his more muscular men who came forth with thick chains and approached Scott. As they drew nearer, Paul suddenly stepped between the officers and Scott, opened his arms wide and began flexing his muscles.

When the officers were within a couple of feet of Paul, blue arcs of power cascaded from the officers into Paul's body and Paul began to grow. The officers, weakened, dropped their chains and tried to pull away, but Paul was too powerful. He flexed harder and drained more and more of their strength. Their uniforms becoming noticeably loose as Paul's physique grew with the power of an additional four men. Finally, the arcs ceased and the officers were on their knees, thin and exhausted while Paul basked in the power of his newly-acquired muscles, flexing wildly.

The other officers in the line were noticeably taken back but aroused at the same time. In his most accommodating voice, Scott said, “You see officer, you have nothing to fear if you join us, but if you oppose us, well,”

glancing down to the drained officers, “You might find yourself a little weak in the knees.” With that, Scott flexed an incredible most-muscular pose and suddenly, arcs of energy leapt forth from the bodies of the entire police line and into Scott's muscles. Scott relaxed and the arcs disappeared. His gargantuan chest heaved for a moment and he said, “That felt good. But I won't do it again unless I have to.”

Recollecting himself, the point officer turned to his officers and shouted “Open fire!” The police line re-aimed their rifles and began shooting at Scott. Scott just smiled as the bullets bounced harmlessly off his incredible muscles. He motioned to Paul who advanced on the line of officers, grabbed one of their rifles and bent it double. Then, with a ferocity of a starving man, laid his hands on the officer's shoulders and drained him until he weighed no more than 100 lbs. Paul proceeded down the line, draining one officer after another, growing bigger and stronger with each one…

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