"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the handsomest of them all?"
Justin admired his reflection, looking at his reflection. The model had been looking at his vanity mirror for anytime from minutes to hours now, admiring every part of himself that appeared on the reflective surface. Shirtless, Justin flexed both of his biceps, loving how his muscles bulged beneath his perfect tan skin.
Justin winked at the mirror, "You, of course."
Justin then heard a familiar ringing sound from his cellphone. A custom ring tone made for one person and one person only.
Justin answered the call. "Donny, my man, what's up?" Donny is his modeling agent.
"Hello, Justin," Donny's voice answered from the other side of the device. "I'm calling you to talk about your career."
Justin began to sweat; he got a bad feeling from Donny's tone. "My career?"
"Yes, your career." Donny deadpanned. "Justin, you're losing popularity. And you're losing it fast."
"What?!" Justin exclaimed. "How is that possible? I'm one of the biggest models on the planet."
"Was." Donny corrected. "You was one of the biggest models on the planet. And I mean that in multiple ways."
"Multiple ways...?"
"Yes, multiple ways. You see, Justin, there are some new male models that have hit the scene. These new models are much bigger and buffer than you and other models and have began to take your popularity."
Justin's face scrunched. He has been getting a lot less modeling deals as of late. It has been a few years since he was last on Total Drama, and since the Drama Brothers disbanded, and both of those made his career much bigger than it was previously, so he assumed it may have had something to do with that.
But new models stealing his spotlight?!
"So what do you want me to do?" Justin asked.
"Here's the thing, Justin: if you want to keep your fame and fortune, you're gonna hafta get as big as the competition." Donny explained. Justin's phone have off a notification; Donny sent a text. "These are the guys that are the new big thing. You'll wanna be as big or bigger than them."
Without disconnecting from the call, Justin checked the texts.
His eyes buldged as he saw the pictures. There was no way in hell those pictures were real; they had to be photoshopped.
"I know, I know, they can't be real. But believe me, they are." Donny said. "And keepin' up with them is the only way for you to continue modeling.
"How do you expect me to get that big?" Justin yelled. He was already very fit and muscular as it is, but compared to those guys, he might as well be scrawny.
"I don't know!" Donny yelled back. "Look, this isn't easy for me either. I've workin' day and night to get someone who'll take you for the past week; I'm very tired and stressed. I managed to get a deal for a photo shoot, but they'll only take it if you bulk up to that size in abou' a week."
With that, Donny hung up.
Justin huffed in annoyance. With his shirt back on, he walked into his living room and slumped on the couch.
Going onto the internet, Justin searched up 'how to get large muscles'
He was promptly surprised to immediately get an add for an experimental new drug. Apparently, some scientists were working on a new serum that can cause tremendous muscle growth. The purpose of this drug was to 'bring the next step in human evolution.'
Justin didn't really care why they were making this drug. All he knew or cared for was that the laboratory to be tested at was not only not too far from where he lives, but they were even offering money for participation.
According to the add, all Justin had to do was give them an email and then wait for a response.
After emailing them, Justin got a response in about half an hour.
Justin grinned; if the drug worked, he'll be the biggest model in the world (both figuratively and literally). And if the drug doesn't work... he'll just use his amazing team of lawyers to sue the pants off of those scientists.
Justin laughed; it was a win-win situation.
---
"I must admit, it is a tremendous honor to meet you, Justin."
Almost as soon as Justin arrived, he was met by one of the scientists for the project: a lanky male in his early thirties named 'Jerome'.
"Seriously, my children love Total Drama and were massive fans of the Drama Brothers," Jerome said as he shook Justin's hand.
"Thanks man, love it when people swoon over me." Justin smiles.
Jerome led Justin down a long, long corridor full of dozens of doors. He eventually leads the young adult into a room with what looked like a reclining chair and a bunch of medical equipment.
"Now you're going to feel a slight prick when we inject the serum into you." Jerome explained as Justin sat down onto the chair. Next to them was a person in a lab coat with a face mask who seemed to be fiddling with what seemed to be the serum. "I must warn you, there is a chance that this serum will also cause you to become overall taller and increase the size of your... phallus."
"'Fall-us?'" Justin repeated with a quicker eyebrow, clearly having no idea about what the word means.
"...Your penis." Jerome explained quickly, flushing. "There. You're done."
Looking back to the other person in the room, Justin saw them disposing of a now empty needle.
"You'll might be feeling some fatigue before your muscles grow," Jerome explained. "We'll also be needing a daily check-up of your progress. To see what side-effects you might have from the drug."
Justin nodded absent mindedly, feeling a mild, numb pain in his bicep, where the needle was stuck in.
---
Justin laid on his couch, mindlessly changing channel after channel on his television.
Bored and exhausted, Justin didn't notice as his muscles began to bulge and grow from beneath the skin.
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