Don't Push Me - Chapter 11 added March 21

[DennisFLL]

Looks like Sam will be packing on more solid plates of muscle as cupid shoots his arrow at him and Chris.  Love the pace of your very well-written story and very much look forward to Chapter 6! 

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 6
I woke up to the sound of a new text.

Gym at 8am?

See you there, I texted back and checked the time. One hour to eat.

As I lumbered towards the kitchen I couldn’t help be surprised that Chris was still willing to lift with me. After that first workout three weeks ago, I didn’t think I’d see him again. True to my word, I showed the budding bodybuilder what real hardcore lifting was. Since my back got a quick workout, I decided to continue. When I maxed out for real max on lat rows with the bar loaded with 595 pounds, Chris couldn’t even move it, opting instead for tossing his lunch on the gym floor. Following that lift with six sets of lat pulldowns, he literally crawled towards the front door without looking back. I was stunned when he texted me two days later and apologized for running away.

I thought you were dead.
Almost. I’ve never seen anyone go that hard at the gym! I was a mess for the rest of the day but...
But what?
I couldn’t stop thinking about you gaining 60 pounds in two months and how fucking huge you are.
Nice. You think you have what it takes to get this massive?
Well, I’m already 267 so I’m bigger
Chris, have you not learned yet, I’m nowhere near as big as I’m going to be. You’re welcome to try to keep up but there is no way, NO ONE, that will be as big as me.
After a long pause he texted, I’m in

I finished off a plate piled with two dozen eggs before heading to the bathroom with a shake in my hand. As the light flicked on, I stepped on the scale.

265 pounds it read.

“FUCK! NOT ENOUGH!” I yelled, resisting the urge to twist the scale into a pretzel. “I need to work harder, push more weight, eat more food!"

I looked at my refection as I shaved myself smooth then reached for two preloaded singes and plunged them into my left glute. I turned on the shower and stepped inside, noting how much smaller the space felt lately. I cupped my pec as my free hand grabbed my throbbing cock. As I kneaded the smooth, dense muscle, I jerked to thoughts of the weight in my hand feeling four times as heavy. I moaned as I brought my arm up and licked the water off my now 20” arm, feeling veins under my tongue. I released my cock and lifted my left leg onto the side of the tub. As the water rained down, I became entranced by the shear size of my un-pumped quad.

“Getting so fucking huge but still only 28”. I can’t wait until I reach 30”, NO, 40”. YES! I will have the biggest quads. They’ll be so huge I’ll never find clothes. So powerful there won’t be enough weights at the gym to get a real pump. FUCK I WILL BE SUCH A FREAK!” I screamed as my cock began to spew on its own. I reached down and ran my hand over the smooth skin and marvelled at how comically small my hand looked. I balled up my fist and punched the slabs of muscle with tremendous force. “GROW YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, GROW.” I screamed as a load of cum sprayed across the shower. I tuned off the water and before reaching for a towel, grabbed two more syringes and stuck them into my right shoulder. Dry and clothed, I grabbed my gym bag as was out the door with enough time to meet Chris. I just hoped he was ready for the most brutal leg workout he’s even had.

I walked into the nearly empty gym and spotted Chris across the room. He reached 270 pounds and I could see his body fat was decreasing as he gained more size. He had a shaker raised to his lips but froze when he saw me waddling towards him, wearing just tight shorts and a string tank.

“Sam! FUCK MAN! You look like you’ve gained 10 pounds in four days!”

I dropped my bag near the quad rack. “I have but it’s not enough. Let’s go.” I said as I started to add weights to the bar.

Chris was slowly getting used to my focus during workouts and quickly stepped in line to help add plates. With three 45 pound plates per side, I bend under the bar and positioned it on my bloated traps. I hoisted the 315 pound off the rack and took a step back. As I drove the weight down, forcing my ass to stop only inches from the floor, I heard Chris gasp. I didn’t pause for long before driving the bar back up. My pace was nothing short of demonic. Rep after rep, with perfect form I raised and lowered the weight until sweat was obscuring my vision. Eventually I slammed the bar back on the rack with such force, the whole thing lurched froward a few inches.

“Two more each side.”

Chris obeyed silently. I figured he wanted to get a set in but he was also in constant awe watching me punish myself so he didn’t object.

The 495 pound bar dug into my traps and the plates rattled loudly as I stepped back again. I lowered the weight slowly, relishing the pain that radiated throughout my whole body. With a grunt I lifted the bar and started my second rep.

“BIGGEST FUCKING QUADS!” I growled at the top of the rep.

“MORE MASS!” I yelled at four.

“NOT ENOUGH!” I screamed at six.

“PUNY FUCK!” I mumbled at eight.

The ninth rep sent unbearable pain through my legs, causing me to stall at the bottom the rep. I saw Chris approach but I held him off. Instead, I raised my head slightly and started to emit a primal scream. The bar shook, the weight rattled and slowly it started to rise. When I reached the top of the rep, I felt like the bar was going to make me crumble like a pop can but instead of racking it, I looked into my wide, manic eyes. “MAKE THESE QUADS GROW!” I commanded.

“My god!” Chris said from behind as I lowered the weight again. How I managed three more reps was a mystery even to me. All I remember is this vision in my mind of a person so outrageously massive that they no longer resembled a human being. It wasn’t a picture of anyone real, it was one of pure fiction but to me, I knew I was seeing my future. As the weight met the rack, I felt myself collapse onto the ground and for a few moments, everything went black.

“SAM! SAM!” I woke to Chris kneeling over me.

“I’m ok.”

“NO YOU AREN’T!” 

I laid on the floor and looked up at the ceiling. I raised my hand. “Help me up.”

“Sam, stay there until we’re sure you ok.”

“I’m sure.” I said as he struggled to help lift my considerable bulk. I raised myself into a kneeling position and looked at the mirror. My shorts had split up the sides and slabs of quad muscle spilled out in every direction. I moaned and struggled to stand, refusing Chris’ assistance. I stood and faced myself. Even I could not believe the sight. My quads looked like nothing I had ever seen. Each one was so bloated and purple from the pump that there was no separation between the different muscles. My feet were being physically pushed apart to accommodate their shear girth. I tried to pivot my left leg but it refused to move. I looked down and couldn’t see my knees or calves because of how pumped the quads were. I don’t know if it was sweat or tears but my vision was suddenly obscured. I wiped them dry and stood straight up.

“Leg press.”

“WHAT!? Are you fucking serious! You just squatted until you passed out and you want to keep going!” Chris screamed.

I ignored him and shuffled towards the machine, the pain in my quads was so intense, I needed to hold onto nearby benches to proceed.

“SAM! WHAT THE FUCK!” Chris continued to protest.

“QUIET!” I bellowed so loud Chris stopped moving instantly. “THIS IS WHAT I AM. THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES TO BE THE BIGGEST.”

As I started to load plate after plate to the leg press, Chris just stood in shock. With ten 45 pound plates per side, I managed to maneuver myself into the sled, admitting that the sitting position felt good.

“That’s it! I’m done! You were right, you are too hardcore. I’m out!” Chris said and stomped away.

I turned to look at the numerous weights and the fullness of my quads.

“No one has what it takes to be a real freak.” I said as I released the sled and started to lower the 945 pound weight.

I walked into my apartment and collapsed at the front door. I didn’t remember getting there but when I looked at my watch, I saw that it was 11 a.m.; I had been at the gym for three hours.

I crawled to the kitchen and with my back against the cabinets, started to pull random food from the fridge. When I could no longer reach for things, I pulled myself up and with one hand supporting my body, my other filled a half full container of protein powder with water. I shook the big jug until it was mixed and proceeded to down the whole thing in less than a minute. I let the empty contain fall to the floor as I made my way down the hall to my bedroom, supporting my weight along the wall the whole way. I fell hard onto the mattress, causing the frame to creak. 

“No one has what it takes to be a real freak.” I mumbled before passing out for the next six hours.

[LorianofLothric]

Damn, this story is so hot. Can’t wait for the next part!

[hungryboy]

Sam is such a hardcore muscle freak. GROW SAM! GROW INTO THE MONSTER YOU WANT TO BE!

[debate1]

Can't wait for more

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 7
As much as I hated to admit it, the situation at the gym concerned me. I woke up feeling exhausted and even though I had sleep for six hours, it felt like no time had passed. I was relieved when I could stand unassisted but as I placed six chicken breasts into the oven, I collapsed again on the sofa. I pulled out my computer and started doing research.

I knew the drugs I was taking were intense but they were working. I was growing. I started doing research on increasing stamina and gym recovery but kept coming up with stupid remedies. Every article I opened that spoke about getting proper rest made me swear under my breath.

“I’m never going to grow without lifting.” I said.

As I retuned to the computer with a full plate of food, I clicked on a link for a local sports Doctor. From his picture, I could tell be dabbled in bodybuilding. He was in his early forties and also wasn’t bad to look at. His website spoke about unlocked hidden potential and helping elite athletes reach their goals. With barely any expectations, I submitted an inquiry form to set up an appointment.

“Even a guy like this will tell me to slow down and be patient.” I said to myself as I finished eating and feel asleep on the sofa.

The next morning I felt a little better but still not myself. The only thing that made me happy was when I stepped on the scale and saw the number.

273 pounds. Eight pounds over night!

I reached for my phone and wasn’t surprised that Chris had not texted. I didn’t expect he would again. I was about to open social media when I saw I had a new email.

/Thank you for you inquiry with Dr. Conrad. Due to a scheduling mishap, I can fit you in this morning at 10 a.m., please reply if you are able to make the appointment./

“Excellent” I said and replied that I would be there at 10. I had an hour to get ready and drive across town so I hurried to shower. I decided to wear my largest hoodie that I noticed was close to being too small as I struggled to pull it over my body. It did little to hide my widening shoulders and growing pecs. Fortunately my sweat pants were designed for bodybuilders and still had lots of excess fabric.

I walked into Dr. Conrad’s office and was surprised to not see anyone at the front desk. I looked down a nearby hallway and again, didn’t hear or see anyone. I took a few steps down the hall and looked through a glass door to see a rather well equipped gym. I opened the door slowly and heard the familiar clanking of metal immediately. I stepped inside and looked around. Near the back of the room, Dr. Conrad, who I recognized from his website, was performing bicep curls. He was wearing a loose tank top and I couldn’t help notice his arms looks much larger than the one image on his website. I cleared my throat hoping to not startle him. He turned his head and stopped curling the weights.

“I’m sorry. There was no one out front.”

“Not a problem.” Dr. Conrad said as he retuned the weights. “You’re the first appointment the day so I was getting a quick workout in. The rest of the staff will arrive later.” He said and started to approach. He was better looking than I initially thought and had definitely packed on more size since that picture was taken. He had flecks of grey hair and I noticed he was very vascular. As he came to stand inform of me, I noticed we were the same height.

“Dr. Henry Conrad. You must be Sam.” he said extending his hand.

“Yes. Pleased to meet you.” I said, noticing the Doctor inspecting my body with the look of someone used to seeing larger than normal people.

“Why don’t we head into my office. Plus it will give me a change to put on something more professional.” 

“I feel more comfortable in here and you look fine to me.” I said with a smile.

“Ok then. I can tell you’re into lifting so I’m sure you’re used to seeing people in gym clothes.”

“Yeah you could say that.” I replied.

“So Sam. What brings you in today?”

I decided not to bombard the doctor with my full story. The extremes I was putting myself through were fair from normal and I wasn’t sure he would understand.

“Well Dr. Conrad…”

“Henry.”

“Well, Henry, I’ve been lifting pretty hard lately and I’m gaining some size but I’ve noticed my body isn’t recovering as quickly as I want. I should also mention that I do have some chemical help.”

Without any judgement he responded, “Ok. Let’s start with a physical examination. Can you strip off down to your underwear?”

I hesitated for a moment before pulling down my sweat pants. I tried to pull the hoodie over my head but struggled to get it past my shoulders.

“I can help with that.” Henry said and helped pull me free.

I stood straight up and watched the doctor’s eyes widen at the sight of my nearly naked body.

“First of all, I’m very impressed. On your form you said you were 24. I can’t remember seeing someone that young with this level of development. Your body fat appears extremely low too. Let me grab a tape measure and record your statistics.” The doctor said a turned towards the door. It was a quick moment but I swore I saw him adjust his crotch. He retuned a few seconds later.

“Let’s start at the top.” He said and wrapped the tape around my neck and started to announce the numbers.

“Neck, 19 inches. Chest, 55 inches. Arms, 20 inches. Forearms, 17 inches. Waist, 28 inches. Quads, 29 inches and calves, 21 inches. Just astounding.” The doctor said and stood back up and directed me to step on the scale.

“275lbs. Again, astounding for someone so young. You must have started lifting at 15 years old.”

“Not exactly Henry. I worked out for the first time when I was 22 but I was only 190 pounds about nine months ago.

The doctor froze and took an unsteady step back. “H-H-How…O-O-Oh m-m-my…W-W-What have you…”

“Well Henry, I should tell you that I’m not like other people. I know there are lots of people that want to get big and even compete but that’s not for me. I want something else entirely. I want to be the biggest.” I said as my pecs bounced involuntarily.

“Sam. I hear what you are saying but I can’t believe what you just told me. I’ve been doing this for 20 years, working with the top athletes in the world and I have never meet some who has made such staggering progress.”

“Thanks but now I’m worried I won’t be able to keep growing. If I can’t make it through one workout without barely being able to move the next day I’m never going to get bigger.” 

Sensing my despair, Henry stepped closer and placed a hand on my shoulder. I noticed he gave it a slight squeeze in the process.

“Don’t loose hope yet Sam, we are just getting started. Let me draw some blood and run few more tests. In the meantime, can you write down your current workout routine, meal intake and the supplements and ‘chemicals’ you are taking.” He said with a wink. “Be honest.”

For the next hour, I wrote down everything as the doctor drew vile after vile of blood, never having to search for a vein. He collected a urine sample, listened to my heartbeat and took my blood pressure.

“Don’t you have other patients?” I asked realizing the time.

“Um-no. I cancelled them all. I also told the staff to take the day off. We have a lot of work to do.” As he said that, my stomach rumbled loudly. “I’ll get you some protein and order us some lunch. Just relax.”

Left along in the gym, I started to roam around. I noticed a few machine in the back with large hydraulics attached to them instead of weight plates. I pressed a button and saw it ask for a max weight to be entered. I sat on the bench press machine and dialled the weight up to 350 pounds. I gripped the handles and began to press. Instantly, I felt the intense pressure from the hydraulics. It was like no weight I have ever lifted. I managed 4 reps before stopping. My pecs had never felt so pumped from so few reps. I turned it up to 400 and managed three reps. As I released the handles, I noticed Henry had been watching.

“That was incredible Sam. My top athletes can barely max out with 200 pounds.” He handed me a shake and told me the food would arrive soon. In the meantime, he was going to get the results of my tests.

I surveyed a few more machines and before long, I felt like I had been working out for hours. When the doctor returned, I was sweating a lot and was fully pumped.

“Fuck” I heard him say under his breath before motioning me to have a seat on a nearby bench.

“I reviewed the results and I must say I’m completely stunned. If I wasn’t sitting across from you, I would never believe a 24 year old could achieve this level of development so quickly. Based on the supplements, steroids and food intake you are consuming, you should be dead. I’ve never seen such a dangerous combination but here you are, growing faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“But for how long Henry? I’m scared I’ve taken it too far.”

“I disagree.” He said and looked at him with stunned silence. “What you’ve been doing to yourself is the definition of extreme but I believe your full potential can be harnessed more safely and with better results.”

“Really!” I exclaimed.

“Yes. There are other supplements not available to the general public. There are more advanced, more refined steroids and ways to increase your caloric intake far greater than you can consume at the moment.”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“There are also a variety of drugs you can take to safely increase your recovery and stamina, allowing you to withstand these absolutely incomprehensible workout routines,” he said shaking the pile of papers I had filled out.

I wiped tears from my eyes. “Thank you Henry.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Everything comes with risk. I have to ask you to be honest with me now.”

“Sure Henry, anything.”

“How far do you hope to take this?”

I took a deep breath and felt my stomach lurch. Here was the moment when I express my deepest desires about how huge I dream of becoming, how all consuming my dedication was and just how inhumanly big I want to become and the doctor will look at me like a complete psychopath. I stood up so I didn’t have to see the doctor’s face and told him everything. I spoke about my deepest, darkest fantasies, about the visions and dreams I have of inhumanly large muscle beasts and how each staggering mass gain I make only makes me want more. When I finished, I returned to the bench and looked at the doctor’s stunned face.

Sweat was beading on his forehead and he was visibly shaking. I prepared myself to be thrown out the the office in disgust but instead he stood up and came to stop at my feet. He lifted my face and looked down at me. Without a word, he pulled me up so we were face to face. Gently, he brought his hands up and placed them on my pecs.

“Flex.” 

I moved my wrists together and flexed as hard as I could. He moaned and squeezed each pec with all his might, knowing I could handle it. I raised my arms and flexed my 20 inch arms. His hands moved to feel both and as I straightened and re-flexed, he gripped harder and moaned.

As his hands ran down my wing-like lats he whispered, “I’m going to help you become the massive monster you dream of becoming.” His hands travelled behind my waist and slid into my underwear, grabbing my hard, striated glutes, which I flexed in response. I stepped up onto the bench and Henry started to explore my huge quads and calves. He eventually leaned in and licked my right calf, causing my cock to spring from the top off my underwear.

“These are already the most stunning quads and calves I’ve seen in person but they are no where near what we’ll make them.”

I reached down and grabbed Henry’s head. His face moved to my crouch and pulled down my underwear with his teeth. He then shallowed my cock and balls whole. I let out a loud moan as he started to suck with tremendous force. I placed my hands on his dense, round shoulders and within seconds, I felt myself nearing orgasm.

“I’m going to cum.”

Henry reached behind me and gripped my ass with all his strength. I flexed every muscle on my body as I filled his mouth with the biggest load of cum I had ever produced. Henry released my cock, swallowed and wiped the excess from his mouth.

I stepped off the bench and wrapped my arms around the incredibly sexy doctor. I kissed him passionately for a few minutes before hugging him very hard. “Thank you Henry, thank you.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s eat and get to work.”

[mario2007]

Just gets better and better!

[dredlifter]

Love this new development.  Dr. Henry sounds just as hot and sexy too!

[richard18]

glad sam has found his perfect guy and maybe henry will grow as well

[Newmassaddict]

Chapter 8
The next four months passed like a blur. With Dr. Henry Conrad’s help, I felt like a new man almost immediately. He had taken special interest in my progress, setting up two appointments a week to track my progress. The rest of my time was spent at the gym, literally. My recovery and stamina were off the charts, which only made my already manic dedication increase exponentially. It was like living in a dream.

My alarm went off at 6 a.m. and I practically jumped out of bed, well, as much as I could in my current state. As I lumbered towards the bathroom, I smiled as the floorboards creaked underfoot. I flicked on the light and stared at my reflection for the longest time. It had become a regular occurrence for me to have to take time each day to release the person staring back at me was not in fact a dream. I hit a couple of quick poses but had to tear myself away because was going to be a busy day. My first workout would start soon and I had a checkin with Henry. It had been three days since my last one and I was curious to see the results. I glanced down at the shattered scale I could no longer use, it had disintegrated weeks ago, but I kept it as a souvenir of that momentous day.

I walked from the bathroom to my room naked and wet, towelling off was too much of a chore. I riffled through my clothes, all gym attire, and pulled out a 3XL pair of basketball shorts and a 4XL hoodie with the arms cut off half-way. I had been warned by gym management two weeks ago that I had to cover up due to the “chaos” I regularly created. I hated it at first but came to appreciate how no matter what I wore, it couldn’t hide the development underneath. Besides, the almost constant drama I induced at the gym was becoming a little distracting.

Walking the three blocks to the gym always provided a source of entertainment. People looked confused by the disproportionate size of my head atop my body. They either dove out of my way or got frustrated by the slow pace of my movement. Once in a while, a true muscle head would recognize what I really was and just stare in complete awe. There were even a few storeowners that would hand me a free snack or drink as I waddled by, those were my favourite people.

As the gym door opened, everything changed. My face hardened and my demeanour became very serious and more times than not, my cock would twitch in anticipation. Today was chest day and I had three hours to utterly annihilate it. As usual, all heads turned as I entered. The regulars waited to see what I was training so they could avoid the weights and machines I needed. I never bullied anyone but there was a collective agreement among everyone that this just made life easier.

I dropped my gym bag at the bench press and grabbed two 45 plates with one hand and started loading the bar. Six more plates made my warmup weight a comfortable 405 pounds. I slid under the bar, feeling my lats spill over the sides of the padded bench and gripped the bar. It rose like a feather and barely made contact with my chest before flying back to starting position. Like a piston, I cranked out 30 reps before placing it back on the rack like it still weighed nothing. My subsequent sets with 495 and 585 went pretty much the same way. I loaded seven plates on the bar for what would be considered my first working set. The 675 pounds rose a little slower but still in my complete control. At 20 reps, I was starting to feel some soreness in my growing pec meat. I reached 40 reps and the pain was becoming intense but I refused to give in. I lowered the weight for the 41 time and held it an inch from my pecs. My arms started to shake and I could no longer contain a loud, primal growl. I stomped my foot, counting to 10 before pressing it back to the top. I learned a while ago, that these slow, intense reps were the only way to get the proper use of the weights. I repeated the movement for 9 more reps and by the end, I was screaming pretty loudly. When the bar was slammed back onto the rack, I let my arms fall to my sides, stretching my spent muscles, experiencing the full intensity of the lift. My shirt sleeves had been hiked up to my shoulders, exposing my blood-engorged forearms, biceps and triceps. I sat up on the bench and glanced around the room. No one was staring but I could see that was due to people forcing themselves not to look. I stood and added two more plates, almost reaching the limit of what the bar would hold. I returned to the bench and hoisted the 795 pound bar of the rack. After three more sets at that weigh, the bench was surrounded by my sweat. I slammed the bar back with such force, a number of plates crashed to the floor around me. I was lost in the sensation of my pecs grazing my chin while still fully reclined that I didn’t initially hear the screaming.

“MY FOOT! MY FOOT!” I heard coming out my trance and sitting up. Next to me, a gym member was on the floor, holding their foot while two other people huddled around them. One of the rouge weights from my bar lay nearby.

“Are you ok?’ I asked.

“NO I’m not ok you big freak! Your weight flew off and landed on my foot. I think it’s broken.”

“I’m really sorry.” I said and stood up.

“Stay away! Just stay the fuck away you big dumb fuck.” The injured person screamed at me. 

Not wanting to escalate the situation, I raised my hands and slowly moved to the free weight area. I felt bad for less time than I should have but my growing chest pump superseded my empathy. I tilted the bench up for incline press and grabbed the 110 pound dumbbells. As I prepared to lift the weights, I glanced behind my reflection and saw the group members surrounding the injured member shake their heads in disbelief that I was continuing my workout.

For the next sets using the 110, 120 and finally with the heaviest 130 pound dumbbells, I made a point of not dropping them but rather slowly lowering them to the floor. By the end, my hoodie stuck to me like a second skin. I rolled off the bench and cranked out 100 pushups with my chest slapping against the floor with each rep. When I finished, I rolled onto my back and took a minute to rest. It was at that moment I saw two feet appear beside me.

“Sam?” The voice asked timidly.

I rolled to my side and used the bench to rise to my feet. 

Tim the manager looked at my fully pumped pecs with fear and looked to be having trouble speaking.

“What’s up Tim?”

“S-S-Sam,” he sputtered, “I can’t ignore what just happened. The member has been taken to the hospital and is already threatening to file a lawsuit.”

“It was an accident Tim.”

“That may be but this is not the first issue lately. Last month you snapped a cable on the pull down machine. Two weeks ago you broke the bathroom scale and just a week ago, you left a crater in the floor right there when you dropped the 130 pound dumbbells.”

Fury was rising inside me as Tim continued to list his grievances.

“And that doesn’t include the on-slot of complaints I get daily from people uncomfortable being around you or quick frankly disturbed by your appearance.”

“What are you saying Tim?” I said as calmly as I could.

“I’m sorry Sam but you need to find a new gym.”

I took a step back so I could not reach for Tim’s neck like I wanted to. I surveyed the room and noticed everyone was not only watching this exchange but actually enjoying it.

“Let me get this straight. You open a gym designed for people to get in better shape and when someone does that you kick them out.”

“Now Sam…” Tim tired to interrupt but I raised a hand he he stopped talking.

“I’m EXACTLY what this place was meant to create. But I can see that all you people can’t understand that because NO ONE will reach the level I have because NO ONE here has what it takes. You say you are sickened by my extreme workout style or appearance but this is what it’s SUPPOSED to be!”

“Sam, please don’t make a scene.”

“Oh Tim, why would I make a scene?” I said as I started to stalk around the room, causing people to move out of my way. I picked up the bar someone was using to bench with and performed a few curls. I walked over the leg press, loaded with weights, and pushed it a foot with just one foot.

“Sam please.” Tim shouted.

“NO! You do not get to criticize me ANYMORE. I don’t know why I ever let you. I’m not anything like these people. Hell, I’d kill myself if I was like any of you. This place has tried to restrain the monster I’m becoming for TOO LONG and I’m not going to let that happen anymore. THIS IS WHAT NONE OF YOU WILL EVER BE!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs and ripped my hoodie off.

“OH MY GOD! THAT’S TOO MUCH! WHAT THE FUCK?” I heard people scream.

“Oh, is this too much for all you ‘gym people’?” I said, walking to the other side of the room, where there was a wall of mirrors. “Do you know, I haven’t been able to pose shirtless here in months?” I said, raising my arms and hitting a double bicep pose, causing more screams of disgust.

I dropped the pose and moved to the preacher curl machine. “I can’t even fit into this machine anymore, it can’t accommodate my size.” I said as I leaned down and gripped the sides of the heavy machine. “But I bet I can lift it with this inappropriate body though.” I said as I stood up, cradling the machine and its full weight stack together. I repositioned my grip and with a loud, terrifying scream, pressed it above my head. I felt my biceps press against my ears and my pumped chest protested by shooting waves of pain all over my upper body.

“NO!” Someone screamed.

“YES! This is want I’ve become. TOO MUCH for this PUNY GYM and it’s small minded members.” I said as I took a few steps with the heavy machine above my head. I caught my reflection in the mirror and had to agree the sight was pretty extraordinary. I maneuvered to a nearby squat rack and with one jerk of my whole body, launched the machine so it came crashing down on the top of the rack, eight feet off the ground.

“Good luck getting that down TIM!” I said as I picked up my discarded shirt and gym bag and headed for the door. I stopped and turned around, surveying the shocked faces in the crowd. “Thanks for reminding me that I will NEVER hide what I really am again.” I said as I pushed the doors open with such force, they blew off the hinges like an explosive device had ignited.