Chapter 3
A week later there was a knock on Aaron Fisk's door. The champion bodybuilder was striking and imposing in appearance. In his gym they nicknamed him the "muscle Viking", which was a name he honestly didn't mind. With his strong masculine features, prominent nose, thick brow and mane of dark red hair, Aaron looked the part of some beefed-up, mythological Nordic warrior. His thick, short-cropped beard and longer hair also stood out in competition. He had beautiful muscular symmetry and definition and there was no mistaking that his physique was award winning.
Aaron answered to be greeted by a broad shouldered, beefy looking bearded man in a very tight suit. "Hello, are you Aaron? I'm Dick Hassle. I represent XPP nutrition and I'd like to talk to you about a possible sponsorship." Aaron's ears perked up.
"I'm here with this new and exciting pre-workout. It gives you energy and gives you a fantastic pump. Best of all, it'll help you build strength and size." He said.
"A pre-workout? Is it all caffeine?" Aaron responded incredulously.
"Not at all. Our special formula delivers all the energy you need to put in a great workout and pack on mass." Aaron seemed hesitant.
"But here's my offer, if you use our product and take first again this year, we will get you a very lucrative partnership. Your picture on magazines, your image on Muscle Development!"
This sounded pretty good to Aaron. "How much are we talking about?"
"Well, let’s just say if you sign on, we guarantee 10 different ad placements and at least one video commercial opportunity."
Aaron invited the beefy man inside. "Have you taken this stuff, does it work?" Aaron asked.
"I'm taking it right now, and let me tell you, it's the best pre-workout. It works like nothing you've ever seen. I wouldn't be pushing a product I didn't believe in. Let me just say, this suit fit me just fine until pretty recently. My strength and energy in the gym has gone up dramatically!" Dick took off the too-small suit jacket to show off his thickened, muscular arms.
Dick took out the samples. He had a box containing seven small clear bottles arranged in a row. "You take one of these before each workout." Just start here and take them until competition. You're competing this year, right?" Dick asked. Aaron nodded his head.
"This will keep your muscles full and round with the pump you get on competition day. You might need it. Some of your competition is coming in pretty big, these days"
All this seemed like a decent arrangement to Aaron. He didn't seem to have anything to lose by trying something out. If he won, he also would win an ad placement spot. A win-win in his mind.
Dick pulled out a contract that looked rather official and Aaron signed off on it. Dick continued with small talk, encouraging Aaron and giving him praise for his physique. Inside, Dick felt the slight twinge of guilt. He was going to ruin a finely aesthetic build with overblown, overfed fatty bulk, although, he was a little proud of his marketing skills and innovations with the powder.
Within the first three bottles of this XPP "pre-workout" was a highly diluted form of the concoction. Something that would indeed give him a energy rush and a strength boost. Something that would in fact give him a fantastic pump and help build muscle. He would undoubtedly notice that his muscles would look just a little bit fuller and rounder. That diluted form would also cause his weight increase so slowly and so subtly that he wouldn't notice for days. But hidden in the fourth, fifth and sixth bottles were concentrations of XPP so intense that it made all previous incarnations of the drug look mild. One dose would be enough for immediate and tremendous growth. He imagined one bottle might pack on close to 150 lbs. on any man willing to try it. If Aaron took one swig of that substance he blow up so big he wouldn't be able to compete for years.
Dick put on a smile and left Aaron with the case of "pre-workouts". Well, no one could accuse him of being totally dishonest. The competition was undoubtedly looking rather huge at the moment.
Aaron tried the first dose of XPP that afternoon. True to Dick's word, the "pre-workout" gave him a good deal of energy. He felt like he lifted heavier and had greater endurance. Best of all, his muscles did get a nice full pump. He went home feeling very good about the arrangement he had gotten into.
The next day Aaron felt great. His contest prep was in full swing, he was, last time he had checked, dropping weight. Best of all, the pre-workout added an extra boost to his lifts. That afternoon he mixed in the second bottle into his shaker on the way to the gym. The energy came back and so did his pump. After an intense shoulder day, he couldn't help but pose in the locker room. Although he could tighten up and dry out a bit, he was looking pretty lean and solid. Best of all, the pump made his muscles look a little fuller and rounder. A miracle drug, he thought.
The third day continued in the same pattern, only at the gym he noticed something a little odd, instead of dropping weight, like he expected to with his strict pre-contest diet, he had actually gained 2 lbs., putting him back up to 221lbs. He shook it off as a negligible difference, nothing significant or meaningful.
It was on that fourth, fateful day of his experience with XPP that Aaron ingested something that would forever alter his body. The day started out normally. He woke up and inspected the musculature of his body, admiring the contours of his muscles. Winning first place at the competition last year had certainly helped to inflate his ego. He ate a quick breakfast and began to prepare for his daily workout regimen. He mixed the together his pre-workout shake, adding in one of the small capsules of powder. The substance in this capsule looked different though, having a subtle, green tinge and a faint, nutty smell. That was odd, considering the powder was usually pure white and scentless. Still, he supposed it made sense, given it was in pre-measured daily allotments. He took the finished shake and took a swig while he packed his bag to get ready for the gym. Almost immediately something felt off.
For a moment, his stomach gurgled violently. Aaron winced a bit at a brief wave of nausea. He took another swig of his shake in an attempt to abate the sickness in his stomach. It seemed to help, as the uneasy feeling left just as suddenly as it had arrived. Shrugging off the weirdness, Aaron threw his bag into his car and drove off to the gym. The whole ride there he couldn’t seem to get comfortable in his seat. Something felt off. He usually had to adjust it when bulking up as his body changed, but this time he couldn’t manage to find a comfortable position.
After an uncomfortable car ride he finally got to the gym and began changing into his gym clothes in the locker room. It was there he noticed he was getting looks from a few of the other regulars there. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, being the impressive looking man that he was, but there was something different about the way they looked at him. Usually it was a look of appraisal, the men being impressed with his physique. Now they merely looked confused. Aaron did feel like something was wrong, his balance seemed off, but he ignored it.
Aaron threw a smirk their way. “Can I help you with something?”
Most of the men turned away, except for one. Aaron recognized him as one of the older regulars. He continued giving Aaron a quizzical stare. Unknowingly, the stranger was watching the young bodybuilder in front of him grow. He swore he could see Aaron’s whole body swelling ever so subtly. He blinked, in disbelief of what he was seeing. Aaron noticed that the man was giving him, a concerned stare. He took a couple steps toward the muscle viking. “Are you okay big guy? You look… bloated.”
Aaron frowned. This was a far cry from his usual reception. He pulled on his workout shirt. It did feel unusual tight on him. He looked into a nearby mirror, noting his proportions seemed larger. He looked like he did before he started cutting for the season, his whole body looked bulkier. His brow furrowed as he looked in disbelief at the mirror.
Aaron tore his eyes away from his reflection and attempted a reassuring smirk. “It’s, ah, water retention from a new supplement I’m taking. I’m fine.” Just to prove it, he flexed a bicep, the impressive muscle bulging bigger than Aaron had seen before. Surely, in the back of his mind Aaron knew something was wrong, he could feel it. He felt, heavy, and his clothes felt snug, much tighter than normal.
Aaron made his way into the weight room, ready to show off for the guys. As he entered the gym, he continued getting stares from the regulars he knew. Men were even putting their weights down just to get a good look at him. It was the same, concerned look he got in the changing room.
Aaron tried laughing it off. “Yeah, that’s right. The muscle viking’s here! Go ahead and get a good look!” He sauntered over to the weights and began his workout, the tightness of his workout shirt seemed to have increased, but of course, he reasoned, that was impossible.
The men continued to stare at him, mouths agape. No, not at him, at his stomach. Aaron looked down and was shocked to see a round, fleshy shape slowly pushing out from under his workout shirt. He yanked up his shirt to see a round, and somewhat hairy gut hanging off his torso. Aaron stared slack-jawed at the new formation. He prodded it experimentally, feeling its soft form, with a muscular base.
“What the hell…” he muttered.
Finally one of the other men spoke up. “Dude, we should call a doctor.”
Aaron snapped back to attention. “No! No. I’m fine!” He couldn’t let anybody else see him like this. “It’s… It’s just water retention! I’ll be right back!” He turned and hustled back out into the changing room. He quickly grabbed his things not bothering to change. As he did, he caught his reflection in the mirror. He was even bigger, now! His arms were easily several inches bigger, and his neck looked thicker than it had ever been. Not only that, but his beard was starting to look unusually long and full. The lights of the locker room glinted off the bushy hair of his arms, which hadn’t been there before.
“What the hell ...is happening to me?” he muttered under his breath as he gathered his things in a panic.
Aaron made his way out of there as quick as he could, feeling the muscles in his legs slowly growing, a layer of fat beginning to cover them. By the time he’d gotten into his car, his new, and noticeably hairier muscle gut was pressed uncomfortably against the steering wheel. He backed the seat away from the dash and got another good look at his face in his rearview mirror. His cheeks were also beginning to accumulate fat, the his facial hair sprouting higher and higher on his face. The flesh below his chin was also drooping, giving him a slight second chin. To hell with the seat, he had to get out of there, now!
Aaron threw his car into drive and sped off. As he drove he could feel his mass increasing. His shoulder’s filled out, pressing his left side against the driver door, making him after to lean over a bit. His shirt began to ride up over his stomach and pull tighter and tighter over his increasingly heavy pecs. He could feel his shirt constricting his arms and shoulders. As he drove, Aaron’s gut continued to inflate, pressing painfully against the steering wheel. He would have tried to adjust the seat again, but by that point his torso and arms had filled out so much there was no way he could fit his hand between the door and his seat to reach the button. By this point his clothes had begun to tear, first at his shoulders as he maneuvered his arms, then as his sides, as they could no longer surround his increasing bulk and massive gut. Aaron reached his beefy paw over his chest and ripped the rest of the constricting shirt to shreds, no longer able to contain his incredible mass. He was able to fully view the amazing amount of dark red hair that had grown out to encompass his overfed belly, his overblown pecs, his enormous arms, and his wide thighs. Tears streamed into his now bushy beard as he drove haphazardly in a panic down the freeway. As he took the turnoff into his neighborhood, he felt his head touch the roof of his car. So much muscle and fat had filled out his rump that it was pressing him into the ceiling of the cab!
“Almost home! Almost home! Almost home!” he said panicked.
He skidded into his driveway and cut the ignition. Luckily he wouldn’t have to worry about the seatbelt since he hadn’t bothered with it in his rush to get home. He tried reaching over to open the door, but he found the massive bulk of his body was in the way. His shorts were impossibly tight and were cutting into his much wider waist. His legs felt like they were pressing against each other underneath the wheel. He felt clumsy, heavy. His legs were pushing up against the sides of the seat. He tried leaning back but it was no use, the car was getting too small for him.
“No…” He muttered
Aaron’s body was still growing, His belly continued to press into the steering wheel causing the rest of his shirt to tear against the hairy bulk of his gut. There was a crunch of plastic and metal, and he felt his seat shudder, its support system destroyed. He tried to move his legs from under the steering wheel but found them pinned against themselves. The massive size of his quads had squished them together and he couldn’t budge.
“Help!” he shouted, hoping somebody would hear him. “Somebody help me!”
That was how he was found, three hours later. A neighbor had heard his shouts and, terrified by the violently rocking car, called 911. Rescue services found Aaron, compacted into what remained of the driver’s seat, his growth finally halted. It took them two more hours with the Jaws of Life to finally cut him out the car, like a sardine in a can. He was inhumanly huge, tipping the scales at nearly 600 lbs. of fat, muscle, and hair. Lucky for him, he was uninjured, at least from the car. The emotional damage, however, was permanent.
Aaron was now an impossibly large man. No one had ever seen someone with the exaggerated proportions his body had taken on. Like a series of massive spheres, his physique had turned into some obscene caricature of a power lifter. The rescuers were in shock at the size of him., he had grown an enormous amount of fat on top of his unprecedented musculature. But underneath it all, he probably now possessed more muscle mass than anyone in the world.
It took a while for Aaron to get accustomed to walking around at his new size. His legs rolled around each other, fighting for space. His footsteps boomed and bent the floorboards. His hairy arms sat high up, propped outwards as they rested high against his massively wide and incredibly furry back. His shoulders had grown insanely wide and broad. And leading the way was the massive beach-ball sized, spherical mass that was his gut. Aaron got winded easily, his huge tank-like body had to take it slow. Clothes would now have to be specially made for him, and while he may have ballooned up into the world's strongest, most powerful weightlifter, Aaron had grown far too big to ever be able to compete in a bodybuilding competition again.
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Chapter 4
Vince heard good news from Mr. Hassle- none of his competition wasn’t going to give him any trouble this year. The biggest guys had dropped out. Dick had even sent him over a few small canisters of the newest product he had produced. An ultra-potent, ultra-powerful and fast acting XPP concentrate. “Be careful with it!” Dick’s note said “It’s still in it’s trial, and even the smallest amount will cause huge gains”
His phone buzzed. It was Dick “Best of luck on the competition today. Your old rivals won’t be there this time.“ Vince smiled when he read that text. It was a day away from the competition and he was looking lean and mean, ready to win his first gold.
The day of the competition he had his one close friend tag along, help him out, take photos and prep. He knew he was going to smash away the competition in the heavyweight class. Since the year prior he had been more careful about his own doses of XPP and he was able to achieve a bulked up balance that fit his needs perfectly. Vince was coming with several more pounds of lean muscle this year.
Everything appeared to be going to plan. His only competitors in this local competition was a handful of total amateurs, who, he reasoned, didn’t take it seriously. They just weren’t cut up or proportionate enough to really take first. At least that was until an unknown man made his appearance.
Ahmed strutted into the competition looking proud. His body was beautifully balanced and proportional, yet still managed to carry a serious amount of muscle mass. Vince did a double-take. This was a new guy, he’d never seen him before, and he looked good. Too good. Where had he been? He thought back, trying to remember where he had seen him before.
Vince eyed him suspiciously. As they prepped for the stage he caught a glimpse of Dick Hassle,who had grown enormous in the last month. His thick beefy shoulders completely filled out his XXL shirt. Last time Vince had seen him, Dick still only looked a little bulky, now he was massive. Probably closing in on 300 lbs. From slimy advertising agent to bulked up monster, he had made quite a transformation for himself.
Dick conversing with this guy he had never seen before. Vince was tempted to go and say hello, but maintained a distance. Who was this new bodybuilder?
After oiling up and getting on stage, the bodybuilders lined up and went through the routine.
Though he had been over confident before, now he wasn’t so sure, this new guy was looking good. He tried to figure out where had seen him before. Finally, he remembered where he had last seen this handsome young middle eastern man. He had been standing in the audience the year before. And he was skinny then! Vince began fuming. He had spent a fortune paying Dick to get rid of the competition he knew he had, only to have some new guy, some protégé of Dick’s, come an upstage him. He couldn’t believe it. Dick and him had had a deal.
As the competition began, Vince began feeling less confident that he would take home gold. Ahmed was looking good. Dialed in, sharp, lean and proportional. The stage lights were hot and the crowd was loud. Vince just tried to concentrate on looking his best.
Later, when Ahmed was called out as the first place winner of the heavyweight class Vince’s temper began to boil over. The bastard knew what he was doing, and if he couldn't get to Dick, he'd get to Ahmed. Vince tried his best to hide his emotions. He left the stage and pulled out the rest of the highly concentrated samples of XPP from his bag. Dick had given him a whole set of them to use as he wished. These were in solid stainless steel containers.
Vince was going to get back at Ahmed for stealing what was rightfully his, first place, and he could make sure Ahmed would never compete again. As he plotted again, with his mind buzzing with ideas, Vince found some empty plastic water bottles and set them up on the tables in the staging area.
As the lights were lowered and the last contestants walked off, Vince with his second place trophy in hand, the furious bodybuilder began to formulate the plan. He was eyeing Ahmed's empty water bottle. He saw it in his hand. As Ahmed greeted his supporters and friends and walked back into the staging area, Vince followed behind. The place began to really clear out as people went home. That's when Vince went to to make his introduction.
"Congratulations" Vince said, choking back his hostility.
"Thanks man!" replied Ahmed
"You looked great out there. Was that your first time competing?" Vince asked. "Yeah, can you believe my luck?" He replied. Vince spotted one of the empty water bottle behind Ahmed, he had left. "Hey do you mind grabbing my water bottle right there for me?" He said pointing to an empty plastic contained resting on a table behind Ahmed "I'm gonna fill it up" Vince pointed to the large water cooler on the side of the hall. Ahmed handed him the empty plastic bottle "Do you want me to fill yours while I'm at it?" he asked, and to his gleeful surprise, Ahmed said yes, handing over his plastic water bottle. Plan A had worked. Vince sauntered off to the cooler on the far side of the room and subtly pulled out his concentrated powder. He dumped two whole canisters of powerful XPP into Ahmed's bottle and filled it up with water. It dissolved instantly. Colorless, odorless, this was the powerful weapon he had asked Dick to produce.
Vince handed back the water to Ahmed and a smirk came over his face as Ahmed took a big swig of the bottle. He nearly finished it in two gulps. Vince said a pleasant goodbye and walked off, gleeful. He had actually gotten away with it. Ahmed was going to get turn into a blimp afterall!
A moment later Ahmed felt a strange sensation in his stomach. It was intense. He felt a pressure building and knew it wasn't natural. He turned his attention to the water and noticed a fine powder was floating in it. He knew something was wrong. He looked around to see if he could find Vince or Dick. Something felt wrong. He felt...bloated.
Ahmed had heard the news about Aaron Fisk, last year's competitor, everyone in the local circuit had heard what had happened. No one knew how or why the champion bodybuilder had blown up into a monstrously overbulked blimp. He had assumed he had overdosed on Dick's formula, but now he knew the real reason. He made the connection.
As Ahmed began furiously searching the backstage area for Vince, he could feel something beginning to happen. His body was ever so subtly starting to bulk up. His proudly cut and defined abs were starting to fade and bow outwards. He started to pick up the pace. He opened up the back doors leading to the back parking lot and he could make out the muscular silhouette of Vince walking to his car. Ahmed tried to be stealthy and quietly made his way closer. Ahmed could feel his track pants getting tighter as his ass rounded out and quads thickened. His weight was shifting as his body grew heavier. He knew he was rapidly inflating in size, he could feel it. He was also bouncing off the wall with energy. He knew he would have to make his move now before he grew any bigger.
Ahmed charged, catching Vince completely off guard. The now considerably larger man was pumped full of XPP energy and quickly pinned Vince against the cement.
"You fucking bastard!" He screamed. Vince was horrified to see Ahmed's noticeably larger frame pinning him down. He was strong too. All that XPP was giving Ahmed an incredibly powerful grip on Vince's arms. As he sat there pinned, his head looking up at the bodybuilder on top of him, Vince saw the start of stubble on the Ahmed's previously clean shaven face. His whole body was looking puffier too, undefined. The powder was working.
"I'm going to fucking beat the shit out of you!" Ahmed exclaimed again. It was at that moment that Vince began to re-evaluate the brilliance of his scheme. He was now completely pinned by an enormously strong, rapidly growing man who was only getting larger and stronger.
"Ahmed could feel his belly round out further and start to press against Vince's body. "Look what you're fucking doing to me. I'm going to crush you before this is over!"
Vince struggled fruitlessly against an increasingly large and powerful aggressor. He watched in a mix of awe and fear as Ahmed's shoulders widened, his belly and chest began ballooning outwards, and Vince felt more and more weight bearing down on him. Ahmed was quickly growing behind even his largest offseason size. recently shaved body hair was coming back with a vengeance.
Ahmed took stock in what he was doing. Enraged as he was, he wasn't about to kill him. No, he couldn’t live with that. But he was going to punish him. That's when the noticed the small canisters were poking out of Vince's pockets. Ahmed felt another surge as his belly pushed out farther. His arms thickened dramatically and lost almost all definition. Ahmed leveraged his weight on Vince so he would bear the brunt of it. It was getting harder for Vince to breath. The beast on top of him had to be pushing closer to 300 lbs and was keeping him down with his sheer strength. Ahmed's track shorts began to give way under his ballooning thighs. They split in two places.
As it seemed Vince was out of breath and exhausted from his pointless efforts at struggling against the now much larger man, Ahmed adjusted his position quickly, hearing Vince squeal as he shifted his weight over one of Vince's legs. Ahmed was starting to feel heavy himself, and his own increasing size was starting to make him less limber and flexible. He quickly reached into Vince's pockets and grabbed all 5 small, thin metal canisters. Vince didn't even seem aware of what he was doing. Not until it was too late. Three opened canisters suddenly were shoved into his mouth.
"Swallow this now or I'll fucking make you!" Ahmed exclaimed with a furious look on his now bearded face.
Vince, finding it hard to breath, gave in. He gulped down the dry powder, choking on some of it. He had no idea how much he had ingested. As soon as it his his stomach, the pain and cramping gave him an idea.
Ahmed was threw the canisters aside and began once again to re-adjust his pinning position. Vince yelped again. Ahmed was already transformed into a beefy bear of a man. Clearly he was now well over 300 lbs and still growing. His beard was starting to get quite long, his chest hair was turning into a forest on his increasingly thick chest. Vince looked like he was practically convulsing. Before things got out of hand, Ahmed decided he'd make his exit.
With that, Ahmed jumped off Vince and stood up, finding it his center of gravity had changed dramatically. He found his now hairy, and large, gut was now sticking out blocking his view of his legs. His track pants were shredded and tight in the waist. He none the less found the energy to turn around and jog back to his car. He knew he'd have to get out of there before anyone saw him. And with that, the massive, transformed bodybuilding champion was off into the cool night air, his body bouncing heavily on the asphalt.
Vince, in shock, laid on the ground for another moment, catching his breath. He coughed up some powder and accidentally ended up swallowing it again. His stomach was gurgling and in some degree of pain. He struggled for another moment and then began to pull himself up from the ground. As he stood up he could see the distance silhouette of the now massive Ahmed jogging away. He bent over in pain as another wave hit him. He caught his breath and began feeling the heat of his skin. The changes were already starting on his body.
Suddenly there were loud footsteps in the dark. The large, burly frame of Dick Hassle appeared.
“I saw what you did to Ahmed” He said in an unusually deep voice. “I don’t care for that. We had a deal. You wouldn’t distribute or give to anyone else the XPP and you would let me do the work.”
“Ah fuck, thank god you’re here Dick” Vince said between breaths. his frame was starting to shift and thicken already. He pushed his back up off the asphalt
“I see he treated you to some of our concentrated XPP as well. I hope he didn't give you a big dose.” Dick said in a dark tone “Let's get you out of here. Ok, lets get you up.”
The powerfully build Dick pulled up the large bodybuilder up. Vince could feel the powders effects and they were becoming quite visible. His abs were softening and his waist was rapidly thickening.
Vince hobbled after Dick as he led him to his car. “In the back seat” He insisted. And as soon as Vince was in the back, sprawled out across the length of the car’s cabin, the two sped off.
“Dick thank god you found me, do you know how I can stop this? I don’t want to turn into a blimp!” Vince said, who was starting to feel added poundage piling onto his frame.
“You mean like Ahmed?” Dick fumed.”You’re going to blow my cover, You’ve done nothing but put my business in risk with these stunts and I should have seen that coming.”
“Please Dick, can you do anything? I don’t want to end up like…”
“Like all the other guys you’ve sabotaged with XPP? No, you wanted to play with this stuff, you wanted to ruin the competition.”
“Not ruin! Look at Bladen, he’s a huge powerlifter now! And Aaron… he’s so huge, there’s no one like him in the world”
“Correction… “ Dick jumped in “There wasn’t anyone in the world like him. You and Ahmed might soon be giving him a run for his money.” Dick sped up while Vince grabbed at his cramping, swelling stomach.
“Where are we headed?” Vince asked in a dazed sounding voice. The two seemed to be driving farther into the countryside.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to a safe spot. I can administer a kind of antidote there. Just stay back there and try to relax. We’ll be there soon.”
A few minutes passed and Vince was becoming restless. He could feel his now rounded gut pressing against his frame as he reclined. His whole body was getting meatier, the space in the entire back of the cabin seemed to be diminishing. Then, he saw Dick made a sudden turn off onto a dirt road. A minute later they were parked by a massive farm house.
Dick came around the open the door and saw the thickened frame of Vince squirming on the seats.
“Goddamn you’re blowing up quick. Let's get you out of here.”
Vince wormed his way out of the back, feeling the strange new sensations of new flesh pushing up together as he tried to maneuver himself out of the back. As soon as Vince got standing up he could feel his whole center of balance had shifted. Most noticeably to his large, protruding gut. He grabbed hold of it with his hands in disbelief.
“Fuck” He groaned. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him now.
Vince was led into the barn and down a set of stairs into the basement. The bright fluorescents in the basement revealed Dick’s laboratory. Large tubes and pipettes, beakers and all kinds of equipment. From there Dick led him into a second room and then a third with a large concrete slab at nearly waist height.
"Now I need you to stay in this room and just relax. Try to relax. I need to keep this under wraps. We can’t have more super sized men like you wandering around or the authorities might get suspicious." Dick said calmly
“Here, you can stay in here for a minute while I get the syringe ready. Why don’t you sit down.” Dick said.
Vince took the moment alone to take stock in how his body had ballooned since Ahmed had stuffed the powder into his mouth. He sat down on the massive slab nearly 10 feet across, his beefy legs dangling. His hands explored the roundness of his new, growing gut and the heaviness of his beefed up pecs and thickened arms.
Another minute went by and Dick came back wearing gloves and a white coat. He readied the syringe and without much hesitation jabbed it into Vince’s shoulder.
Vince felt a tingle and then something shifted. He looked down to see his body was still swelling, only now it seemed to be ballooning up even faster.
“Dick, what's happening? I’m getting huge!”
Vince watched with each breath his chest seemed to push out a little farther, hair rapidly growing back and spreading across his thickening chest. His arms filled out and pushed against his side.
Dick rushed back out of the room. When he returned Vince looked like he’s blown past 400 lbs and was still growing.
Again Dick jabbed Vince with a syringe. The large man suddenly felt a little woozy. “Now I need you to lay down.” Dick said and Vince pushed his legs up and climbed back farther onto the slab. Dick grabbed a pillow and placed it behind Vince’s head. Soon after Vince blacked out.
When Vince came to he couldn’t quite make out what he was sensing. He felt the cold slab against his back and a massive weight on his chest and body. He couldn’t figure out what he was sensing.
It took him a moment to adjust and become conscious of his surroundings. When he did he couldn’t quite understand what he saw. As he looked up he saw a massive stretch of hairy flesh extending up, blocking his view. His chest. He shifted his weight and felt an incredible heaviness and sluggishness. His eyes darted to his sides, where again his view seemed blocked by a mountain of muscle and fat, and coated in a thick layer of hair.
“Dick!” Vince gasped. “Dick, what's going on!?” Vince exclaimed.
He tried to wiggle his arms and he felt the oddest sensation of flesh pressing up against flesh. As he moved his hands around he felt his body, he seemed indescribably huge. His arms seemed stretched out as far and they could on his sides and still he could feel what he presumed to be his massive, hairy midsection.
It was beginning to dawn on him that he was now immobilized under the sheer mass of his body. His gut and chest extended up above him farther than his enormously thickened arms could reach. And his arms had limited movement. The tremendous girth of his upper arm and shoulder prevented him from bending much at his elbow. There was just simply too much on his frame.
All Vince could seem to do was wiggle. He tried to build momentum to pull his torso up, but he quickly became totally exhausted. He could feel his legs squishing together, even when it felt like he was laying in a starfish position.
After wailing for Dick for a half hour, he finally came to the door. Vince couldn’t see him. Laying down with his head against the pillow, Vince’s window of vision was now blocked on three sides by the sheer size of his overblown body.
“So someone’s finally awake I see. “ Dick said,
“Dick, what's going on?! what has happened to me. What’s all…” Vince exclaimed in a desperate tone.
“ Well, Vince, let me explain something. First you asked me to make Aaron Fisk balloon into a six hundred pound blimp. That happened, against my better judgement and now there are people after me. Ahmed, that nice young man you tricked the other day, is now something like 500 lbs and barely recognizable. Thats two men you’ve turned into overblown, fattened-up powerlifter freaks, and it’s two too many, frankly. It’s all very suspicious, you have to understand. I can’t be traced back to you. All my work and all my business would be ruined if I let you just go and turn into a third blown up bodybuilder. People would notice. So I had no choice. I need you to stay out of the eye of the public and I think you’re much safer here now like this. No worries of you getting out of here, either. You’re far too big to stand and even if you could you’re now far too big for those reinforced concrete doorways. You’re in your new home now. “
Vince felt his eyes welling up with anger and frustration. He tried to kick his legs, but felt his movement constricted. It was the sensation of flesh pushing against flesh. He had finally blown up so big that he was immobilized.
“Listen” Dick began again “Don’t even try to get yourself off this slab. Your weight is now well over a half ton. If you try to pull yourself off of this slab, you’ll just hurt yourself. You’ve been unconscious for about a day and a half. You’ve gained almost 1000 lbs in that time and it has been my pleasure to watch this process utterly transform you into a massive pile of fat, muscle, and hair. You’re cattle at this point, Vince, and you have to understand that.”
Vince squirmed, causing these huge, mounds of hairy muscle and fat to move with him. Dick had to keep him docile or the giant man could hurt himself, or the lab. He stared at Vince's hands. Even the muscles in his fingers had blown up so big they barely moved. The back of his hands were covered in hair, and his forearms had grown so big around and so hairy that they’d hardly be recognizable as human. His arms too, were so thick and massive that they completely enveloped his elbows, virtually freezing them in place.
Suddenly Vince heard the sound of a trimmer and then the cold sensation of the metal blade against his skin. “You see Vince, at this stage, everything your body creates, the hair, urine, semen, saliva, everything has a relatively high level of the same chemicals that makes up XPP. You’re so full of XPP your body literally oozes the stuff. I could pull it from your sweat. But trimming your absurdly hairy mass is one of the easiest and quickest ways to farm the chemicals I need. You get it now Vince? You’re my cattle. Eventually you’ll learn the complacency of this life. Eventually too, I think we’ll find a way to get you down to a more manageable size. But for now, you’re here. Get used to it.”
As the cold metal blade of the hair trimmers made cut a thick swath across the tremendous mounds of his frame, Vince felt tears trickle down his massive, chipmunk cheeks and into his unruly beard.