muscle growth Anatomy Lesson

August 23, 2021

Anatomy Lesson

by Isobtuse

You walked into your biology class. It was 8:10 in the morning and you were tired. All the students were tired. You had picked this class thinking an early time slot would be beneficial to your schedule, but all it did was annoy you to no end. Every morning you'd wake up at 7:00 to get ready for a little over an hour of class.

The professor was a whole other story. Dr. Dan Haneul. He was probably something near 90 years old. You could recall that his story was that he immigrated here during the Korean War as a teen. What was an octogenarian doing still teaching? You'd ask yourself that question every day. Today however would be different. You had sat in your biology class, in the large lecture hall. You flipped through your class schedule. Today read, "Anatomy Lesson". That's what you were to be lectured about today.

You slightly cringed at the thought. While Dr. Haneul was a tenured, immensely smart individual... his teaching was a bit poor. Being so old came with a bit of a slowdown in his physical abilities. The way he walked, talked, and carried himself about usually meant listening to a five minute topic get dragged out to fifteen minutes. Not to mention his accent, which was just thick enough to make some English words translate not-so-well to his Korean adjusted tongue.

You looked up at the clock. 8:15? You look around the classroom, and the other students are also a bit puzzled. Dr. Haneul has at least consistently shown up to teach. You all sit a bit puzzled, but not too worried. He's not the first professor you've had show up late to a class. You didn't bother checking for an email from him either, he's old school like that. A few more minutes pass, a couple students leave, but most stay. Just as you begin to contemplate leaving yourself... you hear the lecture hall door creak. You turn around.

Standing in the doorway is a young man, asian in his looks. He's carrying a leather briefcase in his right hand, and is holding a cup of coffee in the other. He quickly steps down the steps of the lecture hall, making his way down. The next obvious thing that strikes you about this individual is his fashion choices. He's got some glasses on. Wearing some simple black pants and tight black shirt. Which brings you to the next obvious thing.

He's ripped! As he hops down the steps, the tight black shirt contrasted against the beige tones of the lecture hall, his black shirt emphasizes his wasp waist and wide shoulders. He sets his things down on the desk, and looks around the room. This individual looks like a strapping young asian man in his 20 or 30s.

"Hello students."

And it clicks. The glasses... the bag... the coffee... it's what Dr. Haneul would bring into class. But... this can't be...

"Surprised?" A big, goofy grin slides across the young man's face. It cannot be emphasized enough, this man's smile could be plastered on an advertisement for anything, and it'd sell.

You think again however, this can't be the Dr. Haneul. The words he's just spoken are clear cut English, with a slight accent. Nothing like the thick accent from before. Was this just some prank? Dr. Haneul wasn't the pranking type. The other students in your class all look around confused. Murmurs, whispers, and gossip spread as the doctor just looks at everyone.

"It's your anatomy lesson today!" The doctor says as he turns on his computer at the front and pulls up some slides. ANATOMY LESSON - 10.16.XX appear on the screen. You're still just dumbfounded. You say, "Excuse me?", but the doctor's aura of nonchalance around his very different appearance seems to quiet the class. He clicks a button on his computer. It brings up a slide showing an image of a man, but with their muscles exposed. The doctor continued. "This model is good, but it can be hard to see the muscles on a person... with skin." He walked up to the front of the class.

"So naturally..." he began to tug at his shirt. "... I'm here to help illustrate some of the finer points of anatomy." he began to lift it up, practically peeling it off of his abs. Lifting it up and over his head, his clumps the loose piece of clothing in his hands. The class watches, astonished, as his massive upper body flexes with the tiniest movements. You yourself can't really believe what you're seeing. Everything is moving so fast you can't even think about the current topic, as that soon gets replaced by a new one.

"Alright students... let's start with these here. What are they called?" He pointed to the arm of the anatomy chart. A girl raised her hand meekly.

"The... brachium?" she responds.

"Correct! And in the brachium... you have these smaller groups here. One of the most obvious being..." he turns from the screen back to the class. He whips his arm upwards, and flexes a large bicep in front of the class. The same goofy smile paints his face. "...the biceps!" For what seems like an eternity, he flexes his gargantuan biceps for the class. Walking around, he excitedly points out every group of muscles on his arm. As he makes his way to you, he asks you, "and what is this called? Eh?" He extends his arm downwards, and his triceps explode outwards, the individual details such as the fibers and veins clearly visible.

"Uhh... the triceps?"

"Correct!" he says as he flexes them one more time for you, then moves on the next group of students as he continues to lecture. By the time he whipped around to the front of the class, his arms had been flexed well over a hundred times. He continues with chest, highlighting that what people usually call 'pecs' can be subdivided into smaller, identifiable groups. As he makes his rounds around the hall, you can't help but wonder what the hell happened. This had to be a prank or something. Dr. Haneul must've hired someone to fill in for him. But that couldn't explain the more advanced knowledge he held of the human body's musculature. And... as he made his way around, you could tie certain features of this massive man back to the frail old one that you were used to.

The glasses were the same. The eyebrows held a uniquely triangular shape, but instead they were black and full, rather than white and nearly gone from his brow. You couldn't compare haircuts as he was... bald before this. But he now had a very modern, Korean style haircut. The jet black hair accentuated his facial features.

"Alright class... last group. The abdominals." He pulled his hands inwards, behind his head, and crunched them for the entire class. Again, in his enthusiastic tone, as he held the pose, he named the different muscle groups. It should be noted that with his more extreme musculature, the muscles would just pop right out, obviously and ready for labeling. He also made sure to tell the class to make note of his bulging lats, and stretched pecs. The entire experience was all very surreal.

It also seemed as if he wasn't really getting into it during the final moments of the class. After relaxing his arms, he said, "Now class, watch as all these different groups combine to make a whole." And he began to flex his entire body! Ab crunching, pec bouncing, bicep flexing, he did it all. As he flexed, he called out the names of each pose and asked the class to name the muscles being used, like a rapid-fire knowledge test.

When it was done, he grabbed the shirt he had taken off, and slipped it back on. All that endless flexing seemed to have given him a pump, as evidenced by the more pronounced muscular silhouette the shirt gave him.

"You're all probably wondering how I got this way. Well, the truth is..."

END

Something quick I had to type out just to get it out of my head. Pacing is bad but as long as it's out, it's out. Based off of these two images. Could maybe continue but I doubt it. Feedback appreciated too, I guess

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