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The empty and brightly downwardly lit aerobics room was the perfect place for Kenan to snap a quick pic. While walking over to the mirror he smoothly removes his shirt, like the seasoned thirst trap he is, to pose for his few thousand followers.
He makes up for his short stature with an impressively toned body. His chocolate skin radiates in the light with cuts deepened by the harsh angle of it. As confident as he comes off online, he is insecure just like anyone else, knowing that his small size will keep him from his real goal. Sure being shredded is nice, but what he really desires is mass. Regardless, no matter how hard he pushes himself with his diet and training, he struggles to put on pounds, destined forever to be small, tight, and toned.
Kenan’s self-reflection is interrupted when he spies a thin gold chain hanging on a railing nearby. Picking it up he assumes that someone must have forgotten it. Upon inspecting it closer he notices a word engraved in the links near the clasp... PRODIGY. He thinks to pocket it and turn it into lost in found, but hesitates as he feels a deep desire to put it on. Thinking it will look good on him anyway, he indulges in the strange draw.
Without a second thought, he slips the chain over his head as he readies his phone. However, the second it falls into place, Kenan feels strange. His entire body starts to tingle like analog TV static. Still staring through his phone’s screen he watches in awe as his body starts to grow, the thin chain turning his body into anything but.
It starts with his pecs as they pout out taking on a pillowy, but dense shape. Underneath his tight abs pop out like cobblestones. The growth radiating outwards, his lats spread out wildly pushing his arms out. They continue their outward trajectory as they take on their own size, thick and conditioned biceps and forearms capped off with bowling ball delts.
His traps in turn rise up. The cold metal of the magical chain brushes up against his ear as his neck becomes a casualty of their vertical growth. Below, his lats continue their expansion, wide and thick, practically dripping off his back. Lats give way to his perky glutes as they round out with the muscles in front of them.
Kenan unknowingly adjusts his stance as he makes room for his quads and calves to take shape. Taking on a circumference over double what his waist used to be. His pants grow with him, still tightly clung to his legs though, as would anything on someone packing this much muscle.
He snaps the pic and within an instant the world changes around him to complete his transformation. The image ready to go out to his millions of followers, no filters necessary for a body like his. He’s still Kenan, but he’s known to most by his nickname, The Prodigy, bestowed onto him due to his limitless ability to pack on thick, toned muscle. He easily outclasses men with more than a foot of height on him and at 25, he’s only just started.
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.
There is something almost divine about your good husband when he flexed for you.
Keone Pearson