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A short story...

You know you'd do it differently. If you could decide again you know you'd have started in your room. Just push ups. Simple squats. Asking for that beginners set of dumbells for Christmas. You remember that. When you were ready, you'd join the gym. You wouldn't be shy. You'd read everything you could. Pictures of the greats torn from magazines and plastered on your wall. And slowly you'd grow. Enough to be asked to flex by your friends as you laugh and pretend to be embarrassed. But you'd grow; surpassing half your peers. Then most of your peers. Sport is good, but it's not good for what you desire; for what you want your body to become.

Surpassing those peers one year, two years above you. Huge. Growing. So big already but just starting out. Buy that one size too small. Let them see. Let them understand. Reward yourself. When you finally got your hands on 'it'; you made the ultimate sacrifice, putting the 'best years of your life' on the altar of growth.

Grotesquely large muscles piling on to your frame, veins cascading down each peak. Thanks to 'it'. Unblemished skin contorted into an acne ridden stetch marked surface. For 'it.' Hair drawing back, brow, jaw shaped by the internal external, fighting against your expected appearance. No longer your father's son. 'It's' child. An inch, maybe two of height snatched by 'it'. For 'it' is now you. You are now the biggest in your neighbourhood. You're talked about. Envied.

So now. Where are you today? Right now. Well that's up to you. Did you condition to compete? Winning everything. Deals. Sponsorships. Are you now number one on the stage, flexing for the world. Greedy for glory. Did you get the growth bug; did you start powerlifting, building brute strength, mass, neck buried in muscle? The biggest, strongest. Are you a muscled model; perfect. Naked. Porn and fitness star. Is that you know? Or did you refuse to be anything; just lifting, growing, changing; a big knot of massive ugly, veined, bloated waddling muscle. Just for you. Only you know. But whatever became of you is exactly what you knew you had to be.