He Hasn't Been Able To Pull Himself Away From The Morphed Image Of Himself In His Phone For The Past

He hasn't been able to pull himself away from the morphed image of himself in his phone for the past 15 minutes. Endlessly tweaking here and there all the while growing it bigger and bigger and bigger.

He's sculpted a decent figure for himself, but he always fantasied of more. When this app started popping up on his usual haunts, he decided to give it a try after seeing some of the photos people have been posting with it.

So amazed by the realistic image his phone his able to create, he neglects to notice that it's more than just a technological trick, with every change having a very real effect on his body.

Not until he feels something brush his ear, what he would shortly come to realize being his swollen trap, is he snapped back into reality. In his shock and clumsiness due to his sudden mass, he drops his phone, but the sound of it shattering as it hit the ground was the least of his worries.

In the mirror ahead he comes to grips with his unwitting enhancements. He had imagined the feeling of such swollen muscles as he pumped them up in the app, but the real deal is something else. Bulging all over, it's all so hot, and fuck wouldn't more be even hotter? but no... it's... way, way too much, right? how is he supposed to do anything normal as a lumbering muscle beast like this.

With a grunt he bends over to pick up what's left of his phone, noting as he does of how much less he can bend due to his thick abs and quads. Through the shards of pixels still managing to display a picture he frantically taps around hoping in vain to land on a setting to dial back the changes.

He sees himself growing in the mirror again and in frustration brings up his other hand to reinforce his grip and refocus on the task, but when it's stopped short inches from the phone by his colliding pecs, biceps, and forearms, his phone once again goes tumbling down, this time across the locker room floor.

He rushes over to grab it once again, or at least he means to, but the growth has shifted into overdrive and his swelling quads are limiting him to the slowest waddle. Each step is more difficult than the last as he covers less and less ground between them. Despite his dwindling field of vision over his pecs and his arms getting pinned in the air further by the second, he's still holding out hope that he can do something to make it stop... until, *crunch*

The growth stops at the sound, the phone was toast. His frantic thoughts give way to a wave of acceptance, at least for the moment, as he calms down enough to take in just how much more he had grown in the last few seconds. He's shocked, bewildered, and aroused. In the mirror was a muscular starfish of a man, so bulging with muscle that he could do little more than wiggle his hands and feet. A size he had only fantasized about now oh so real after the series of bizarre events.

Having not planned to blow up into an immobile muscle blob today, all he could do now is wait for someone to find him and see what happens from there. As he passes the time by inspecting his heaving muscle frame he hopes that app had backed up to the cloud, cuz there's a few more areas that could use some more tweaking now that he's fully taken himself in.

BOOM

“Man... 6th place” Keone muttered to himself on his solemn walk back to his hotel room after just missing a top 5 placement at the Olympia. Waiting for him at the door, he found a small box, some sort of consolation prize he reasoned, taking it inside.

Like any good bodybuilder in a room with a mirror, he stripped back down to his stage uniform and scoured every inch of his crazy physique to see where he could have gone wrong. After a last defeated sigh, he remembered the box, awkwardly waddling the few steps over to it with his sweatpants still around his ankles.

The small gray box opened like a jewelry box, strangely barren aside from a small note propped up in the center.

Tough break, Keone. See you in the top five next year. Your friends at BOOM Genetics.

As he finished reading the note, he heard a small piercing noise before feeling a prick at the side of his neck. Before he had any moment to process, much like the company’s namesake, BOOM he instantly doubled in mass.

It was all part of their plan to shake up the bodybuilding industry, similar transformations happening to other 6th through 10th place finishing competitors all across the event, giving the hungriest few a more than ample head start over the newly crowned and instantly dwarfed former top dogs.

The next year was a frenzy, the new beasts not content to sit on their laurels continuing to pack on more beastly mass with the help of their new exclusive sponsors. Everyone else in their own frenzy, attempting and mostly failing at catching up to the new elite class.

BOOM’s genetically modified freaks easily cleaned up in every class, leaving the already demoralized stragglers wondering why they even tried. But a new round of small boxes was sure to turn their woes around.

He literally can’t grow fast enough... he’s still so small.

He used the smallest shaker possible to 'make him look huge' blissfully oblivious that no comparison was needed to demonstrate the fact.

Goal achieved.

427lbs this morning… thanks for asking.

Joan