After a particularly tough mission, Commander Shepard had ordered the Normandy to dock at the Citadel for a day of rest and relaxation while the ship was stocked and checked.
Lt. James Vega was enjoying a few drinks at one of the more exotic bars tucked away from view of the Presidium's pristine terraces, perfectly maintained gardens and high-end stores.
Nodding his head to the beat of the music, James took a swig on his beer, before placing it back on the bar counter he was leaning on. The club was dingy, covered in neon, and smelled vaguely of sweat and cheep cologne, but above all, nothing much was happening. James got all dressed up for nothing (well, as dressed up as he wanted to be)
wearing a tight black shirt, unbuttoned enough to show the cleavage of his pec muscles proudly, topped with a brown leather bomber jacket, his huge biceps bulging in the sleeves, and dark slim fitting jeans, wrapped tightly over his beefy leg muscles, and black boots.
All the others wanted a night in, Shepard was doing that thing where he jogged around the presidium doing errands, Kaiden was nursing a biotic implant induced headache, Garrus was doing... whatever Garrus did with the forward cannon, something about calibrations. James had even asked Liara, who said she was flattered along with "I'd like that, but maybe some other time".
With no fellow servicemen to drink with in sight, James paid his tab and began to make his way to the door.
'Maybe I can get a quick weight set back on the ship' he thought to himself. Just then a hand grabbed his arm.
"Hey big guy" said a voice. James turned to see a man, about 30, pretty fit looking wearing a grey hoodie, and a satchel. Confused, James made a quick guess where this was going.
"Oh.. uhh... hey. Sorry, i'm not ... into dudes" he said sheepishly.
"Then why are you in a gay club?"
James looked around. He indeed was in a gay club and hadn't even noticed, maybe it was because it was dark, or maybe he had a little more to drink then he thought. But that did explain all the free drinks he got.
'Really?... crap... I mean... I don't have a problem with..." James began to ramble awkwardly. "I mean, my best friend is gay, hell so is my commander... I think "
"Hey, don't worry about it" said the man, reassuringly. "So... you're a soldier?"
"Uhh yeah...Alliance Navy Marine actually" said James, scratching the back of his neck so his bicep bulged in his sleeve.
"Nice..." said the guy, smiling back. "So you work out all the time right?"
"Yeah... I'm just going to do a quick weight session back on ship actually" nodded James.
"Sweet" the man smiled and nodded back, before reaching into his bag for something. "Ya know.... i got something a guy like you might be interested in"
He pulled out a plastic screw top tub, no bigger then a jam jar. It looked like a pill pot.
"Woah... I uhh.... don't do steroids hombre" he said, raising his hands in defence.
"Pffft... who said anything about steroids, buddy" said the man, still smiling friendly. "These are organic supplements, none of that nasty shit"
"I don't know...." replied Vega crossing his arms, his brow furrowing. "I could get in a shit storm of trouble"
"Don't worry, it's not in violation of any substance listed illegal by the alliance navy" reassured the man "See for yourself"
He handed the pot to James, who scanned the ingredients. He wasn't lying. Intrigued, James turned to the front of the pot.
"Excelmega Growth Supplement, manufactured by ExoGeni" read James aloud, before looking back to the man. "This stuff makes you jacked?"
"Yeah, as big as you want" continued the salesman.
"Sweet" said James, with an impressed smile. He looked back to the pot and continued to read, "Possible side effects include heterosexual hormonal imbalance and increased libedo"
"Yeah, It may cause you to appreciate men a bit more, and be a little more horny then usual, but small price to pay right?" said the man.
"Well, the horny bit ain't bad" shrugged James.
"Look, you seem like a smart young guy, plus I like you, so I'm gonna give you a pot now, 50% off, plus I'll throw in something else for free"
The man picked a small pump bottle out of his bag, and handed it to his bulky customer. James read the bottle.
"Supersize XL - get the edge down below", read James pulled at the slightly cryptic slogan. "This make my dick bigger or something?"
"Exactly, or your balls, either works"
"Mierda..." muttered James. "Okay, you got a deal amigo, how much you want"
"Tell you what, its 150 credits, but if you wanna pay half now, try it out, see if you like it. If you don't, money back guarantee."
"Guess that's reasonable" shrugged James, fishing out 75 creds from his wallet. "All right, i gotta go test this out"
"Alright, just take it after your work out while your pumped, but be careful man, it's potent stuff"
"I will, thanks again" said James, as he headed to the transport lift to get back to the Normandy's docking bay.
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A while later in the Normandy's cargo hold, James was just finishing up his weight set with some bench presses.
He had his useual grey Alliance marine shirt on (now with sweat stains running down the pits and across his wide back) and swapped his jeans for his navy-camo uniform combats and boots.
"Nugh... nughhh...ahhrhghh" grunted James, pushing out his last set. Putting the bar back on the rack, James sat up, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
"Yeah, new PB" he said, flexing his chest to himself. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror, and began to flex, grinning to himself. "yeah... thats what taking about"
James whipped himself down with a towel, as he stepped on his scales. The display came up with 210lbs. At 6"1, this was pretty buff, but James wanted more.
"Man, no gains in two weeks" he grumbled to himself. Then he looked across at the Excelmega sitting on the supply create next to his bunk. "Hmm, might as well test this out"
James picked up the pot and sat on his bunk. Unscrewing the top, he saw a white powder inside. "Hmmm, guess it's a shake" he said. Picking up his shaker, he filled it with water before going back to the pot.
"Mix with 150 to 250 ml of water, 1 spoon is roughly equal to 30lbs of muscle mass growth. Use with caution."
James carefully spooned 1 spoonful of the powder into his shaker. He paused and contemplated adding another.
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