“I can’t believe you’re here!” Kara squealed. “I’d been doing photo shoots here for weeks hoping I’d run into you and it finally worked! I can’t believe I’m actually standing face to face with my idol, the Muscle God himself!”
“It’s uh, nice to meet you too, Ms. Summer,” Jack stammered. He extended his hand and Kara marveled at a forearm that was bigger around than her ample chest before taking his hand and shaking it.
If he had met her at any other moment in his life, he would probably be starstruck (and at least half hard) just from her presence, but now he was thrown off by the fact that SHE was enamored with HIM. It had never occurred to him that being the biggest, strongest being on the planet would probably make it impossible NOT to be famous, or at least viral. “You’re looking very, er, buff today.”
Kara beamed, looking even more radiant than usual. “Oh, thank you!” she chirped. “I’ve always been passionate about fitness, but since buying your book I’ve shifted my goals to really trying to pack on some muscle! It’s only been a few weeks, but so far it’s been amazing!”
Of course he’d written a book. What better way to make money from his body than by telling other people how they could look like him, even though his muscles came from…magic? Technology? Sheer desire? He had no idea.
Although now that he gave Kara another look up and down, she was noticeably more buff than he remembered - and he had seen enough pictures to have a VERY good mental image of her muscles. And now that he thought about it, had Hannah seemed more toned than usual this morning? He’d been so preoccupied with his own body he hadn’t noticed, but now he was trying to remember…
“Can we get a selfie?…or actually, we better have someone else take it for us” Kara continued. “No one’s arms would be long enough to fit all THIS into the frame” she added, giving Jack an up and down look of desire that might as well have turned her eyes into cartoon hearts.
“Can you get a picture of us?” she asked her photographer. The mention of another person snapped Jack out of his train of thought and he suddenly realized that the crowd that had been surrounding Kara was now around both of them, and had grown quite a bit. It was made up entirely of people who seemed visibly more muscular than the average person, a fact that was readily apparent given that most were in beach wear. Strangely, many didn’t look like typical gym rats, despite their muscles. There was a mix of ages, clothing styles and appearances that seemed to suggest a fairly normal population sample, rather than a group biased towards working out. Looking around, he thought he saw part of his own face on the corner of a book that was poking out of a very athletic woman’s bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a book of the same color sitting abandoned on a bench at the edge of the beach, its owner presumably part of the crowd surrounding him.
Kara nestled against his side, posing for the photo. He put a hand on her shoulder, looked at the camera and forced a smile.
“Oh, we should flex!” she suggested, raising her right arm and flexing up a bicep that was definitely MUCH bigger than Jack remembered her having. It was almost in the realm of a female bodybuilder, despite the fact that she looked more like a fitness model at rest. Despite looking relatively buff normally, she had still managed to develop what could only be considered a sleeper build. Jack brought his left arm up and flexed a massive bicep. It was the first time he’d fully flexed any part of his new body and even he was shocked when it peaked well above his fist! He’d had to straighten his arm a bit to accommodate his boulder of a bicep and the massive slab of his forearm. He tried not to look too surprised, after all, he should be used to his own body, but it was still astounding just how huge he was. He looked back at the camera and forced a smile again.
As the photographer snapped a few shots, Jack became very aware that most of the onlookers had remained gathered around, crowding in the background of the picture, and that many of them were taking the opportunity to covertly feel him up. With so many people around, it would be impossible for him to know who was touching him, so his fans took advantage. Between the hands grabbing and bodies pushing against his enormous hips and legs, his shorts were getting especially jostled.
Jack couldn’t be happier with his dream body, but he had had no time at all to prepare or adapt to being famous as well, and he was feeling very overwhelmed, despite his incredible power. The stares in the street had been one thing (a thing that made even more sense now - it wasn’t ONLY his muscles people were shocked to see), but this was something very different. He decided he needed to get out of there, get back home and figure out just how famous he was and what exactly this book he had written was all about.
“Well, thanks everyone! It’s been great meeting all of you, but I need to go. Remember to uh, lift heavy, and get your protein and veggies, and uh…” he rambled, trying to find a way to leave gracefully. In unison, several of the crowd completed what was apparently some kind of slogan of his: “if you can dream it, you can become it!”
“Uh, exactly,” Jack said. “Take care!” He turned, waved to Kara and the crowd and started walking quickly back the way he had come. He wanted to run, but wasn’t sure what his enormous mass landing on one foot would do to the concrete. He still hadn’t quite adjusted to his new dimensions and as he turned the corner, his enormous tricep accidentally bashed a chunk of masonry out of the corner of a building, harder than the bricks even when relaxed.
Kara Summer stayed rooted as the crowd dispersed, staring at Jack’s back as he departed. She was absolutely mesmerized by the way his vast muscles, barely covered by his skintight tank top, rippled and flexed as he walked. She stared laser beams into his huge swaying glutes until he turned the corner, all but drooling at the sight of so much mass on one person, dreaming simultaneously of Jack’s body and massive muscles more generally. The techniques in his book were effective like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she knew plenty of others were already getting similar results with it, but could she truly look like him someday?
She finally came back to reality once Jack was out of sight. She looked around and noticed a small, round item on the ground, right where Jack had been for the picture. She picked it up, and examined it. It was a small button, but with no indication of what it was for. It wasn’t any kind of remote she had ever seen. Was it Jack’s? Had it fallen out of his pocket in the scrum? She turned it over, but found no answers. As she held it, a strange little voice in the back of her subconscious urged her to push it…
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