While napping, Sam dreamt of being at the gym, not the school gym but rather in some industrial gym catered for seasoned lifters. There were huge guys all around him, powerlifters and pro bodybuilders … some Mr. Olympia competitors as well. Though few guys there were as tall as he, many were bulked out much huger.
Sam lay on the bench, preparing to do some presses. All these massive muscle dudes around him energized him. Plus he had taken some of those pills his new buddy Dr. Mark Rice in the college labs had given him to test. “If my calculations are right, these’ll really pump you huge,” Dr. Rice told him.
Fuck, he could feel that pump already! Like his arms were on fire! “Damn, these weights are too light!” he called out, causing a nearby trainer to rush over with more weights. While waiting for that trainer, his arms felt swole, his chest felt swole, his legs felt swole. All over, he could feel them muscles swelling. He was growing!
When the trainer came back to him, Sam took to the heavier weights like a madman. “More! Too light!” he barked. A couple other trainers started running over with even more weights, loading them on, as Sam continued to lift, and lift, and lift then with easy. By now, his arms had split his sleeves; and with each rep, his shirt lost extra seams, until just rags lay across his pecs.
More weights were added, and everyone in the gym had turned to watch Sam lift. When he finally finished and sat up, gasps were heard around the place at seeing his swollen gargantuan muscles. “Think this is something?” Sam said, lifting his arms up, flexing them, pumping them up huger. He stood up, and continued flexing, all his muscles now growing.
A crowd of fellow behemoths surrounded him, awing and drooling over his growing body. “Fuck, you all look so tiny to me now!” He watched as a couple previous Mr. Olympias began pawing at his muscle. Sam sneered down at them, flexing more, and laughed. “Who’s your muscle god now, eh? I’m the biggest fucker you guys ever gonna see!”
“Oh, yeah…,” a voice growled from the other side of the gym, interrupting Sam's posing.
The crowd of musclemen parted to the side at hearing the challenge, and Sam called out, “YEAH! Who the fuck do you think you are?”
He peered across the gym, where he saw a big guy, shirtless, curling weights. Though the dude was facing the opposite way, and though his back muscles looked expansive, he seemed no match for titan Sam.
“Well… aren’t you gonna answer me?” Sam called across. But the guy kept curling, his silent back to Sam.
With his mighty paws, Sam knocked his admirers to his side, and he stormed across the gym. His eyes were locked on his detractor, as he stepped closer and closer… and closer… and closer…. Damn, just how long was this gym! Surely, he should’ve reached the other side by now. His mysterious critic after all seemed closer… seemed…
Something wasn’t right, though. Suddenly, not knowing why, Sam wanted to stop, but his legs kept moving him forward against his will. He felt like panicking, as he realized getting close to his competitor, the dude was really beginning to look big. Not just muscular, but tall. Sam already was needing to bend his neck back to look up to the guy's head, and he still wasn’t near him.
The guy just loomed higher and higher, as Sam's legs kept moving him beyond his will. When Sam finally reached him, Sam’s head was not even as high as the dude’s waist. As if on cue, the dude swung around, laughing. Through his magnificent pecs high above Sam, the giant smiled and continued laughing. “Hello, Sam!...”
Sam gasped, it was his training buddy Zeke!
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