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March 2023 Prompt: Uber-Mass
🕑 Added 2023-04-01 20:51:58 +0000 UTCIn a city gym, a well-muscular bodybuilder was hard at work on the weights. The older man grunted deeply, lifting the large weights, his muscles bulging out from the struggle as sweat dripped off him, soaking his tank top. After a few more reps, the man placed the weighted bar back on the holder before he reached over and grabbed his towel, working to wipe down the bench he had been working out on. Removing the weights from the bar and putting them back in their place, the heavy-set man picked up his bag and began to make his way through the gym towards the locker room, making sure to give a show of his large form to the smaller men in the gym.
‘Heh, no one can match my size.’ Tobias thought to himself, passing by the walls of mirrors and raising an arm in a flex. The muscular bodybuilder’s body glistened with sweat and the shining of his silver body hair. As he took a look over his impressive form, Tobias’s eyes glanced over at some of the passing younger men, noticing how their figures were fit enough to rival his own. Frowning at the sight, Tobias moved on as he knew for a fact his weight and size had plateaued for the past few weeks, which was only aggravated more by how the latest competition was quickly approaching. Sighing a bit, Tobias kept going through the gym, though he paused momentarily when he saw that a stall had been set up beside the locker room door.
“Hey there, big guy. Looking to get big?” The slim man stationed behind the stall said when he noticed the approaching Tobias. Getting closer, Tobias glanced up at the sign overhead advertising something called ‘Uber-Mass’.
“Listen, I don’t need anything. Especially some fake stuff called Uber-Mass or whatever.” Tobias said, tired of the offers for products that did nothing or were effectively steroids, getting him blacklisted from the competition circuit. The well-built older man began to move away before he stopped when the man behind the stall spoke up.”
“You heard of M.A.S.S. Inc and their products, right?” The man managing the stall asked, drawing Tobias’s attention. Most men were aware of M.A.S.S. inc and their growth products, not to mention the amount of property damage that is caused.
“Yeah, I also know that most bodybuilding competitions ban their use.” Tobias stated, recalling his main reason for never taking their products. Of course, whilst there were M.A.S.S. Inc promoted competitions, Tobias felt it wasn’t really worth getting so big without the actual effort.
“Well, that’s where Uber-Mass comes in. These products not only help you grow at a more believable rate than M.A.S.S. Inc’s own products but with it being of a more mundane size and undetectable in the competition circuit. With Uber-Mass, you will be guaranteed growth with only one can of our mixture.” The stall owner said, smiling as he brought up what looked like a six-pack of the product. The cans all decorated with an image of a flexed arm against a vibrant red can.
“Hmm, well I guess one can couldn't hurt.” Tobias said, fishing out his wallet as he decided that a little boost wouldn't cause any harm for him.
… Or so he thought.
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“Hey! Where was that guy who was here the other day?”
Julius looked up from the computer to the man that had just walked into the gym. The lithe receptionist blinked at the rather large sized older man. His body was clearly filled with muscles, however, there was more than a healthy layer of fat. The older man looked familiar, even as his full face beat red, glaring around to a spot where there had been a stall a few days ago.
“Ah, you mean that Uber-Mass crap. Yeah, the owner kicked him out, especially with all the problems that come with that stuff,” The receptionist said, looking over the see how the man before the counter was stretching out a tank top with their thick torso, the round, hairy gut spilling out from beneath the hem. Julius could see how the man’s thick thighs were straining the tight shorts, realising just how tall the man was too. “Looks like you should be lucky you didn’t take their stuff, from what I heard the growth stuff causes some weird side effects.”
“Yeah, no shit.” The man said gruffly, bringing a heavy hand down to the counter of the reception, shaking the marble as minute cracks began to form under the fist.
“Whoa man, don’t damage it. Keep that up and we won’t let you register for a membership!”
“Regis- For Fuck. Julius, it’s me, Tobias!” The heavy set bear of a man said, pointing to his full face and thick snowy beard. Julius blinked as he looked up at the broad behemoth before him, shocked when the realisation hit him.
“Shit! You got caught by that scammer didn’t you.” Julius said, noticing how the once muscular bodybuilder looked more like an offseason powerlifter. Whilst he could make out the muscles, the dense fat covered and stretched his clothing. Standing up from his chair, Julius saw just how bigger the older man had gotten before whilst Julius had been close to eye to eye with the former bodybuilder, now he found himself looking directly at the thick chest that strained and peeked out from the tank top.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be able to lose this weight before the next competition.” Tobias grunted, groaning as he reached a heavy hand over to his gut, giving it a shake as he blushed. Julius could only stare, clearing his throat to get the attention.
“Toby, you won’t be able to compete even if you lose the weight. Uber-Mass is flagged both in the normal circuits and even the M.A.S.S. Inc coms. You’ll have to wait at least five years, and even then it’s unlikely you’ll slim down with how that stuff affects you. All it takes is one sip and that stuff fucks with your metabolism.” Julius explained, watching as the immense Tobias was shocked by the news, getting worse and worse with the news that was being told. Tobias’ face was getting red, clearly trying to bottle up his anger before he seemed to suddenly calm down, turning back to the smaller man.
“Hey Julius, can I ask you something?”
“Uh… sure.”
“Do you know where the Uber-Mass company is?”
“Well, unless they make planes big enough for you. Doubt you’ll get there.”
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“So M.A.S.S. Inc is still try to shut us down. This time with claims of Trademark infringement.”
In a rather squat office building located within a rather non-discript mountain town, a group of executives were talking between themselves. Well… to call them executives was to be generous. Rather they were men who started the company with bare knowledge of how it works and were actually just using M.A.S.S. Inc’s own products and claiming it as their own after they altered them with their basic knowledge of chemistry from high school. Course, they’ve had to move up shop multiple times due to poor public relations and M.A.S.S. Inc’s legal teams.
“Well that’s only if we just resale the product. We altered the product.” Carl said the slim man was used to going out and having to try and peddle the products to make a quick buck before they had to leave off. Right now he was leaning back in his chair, casually glancing at his partner who just sighed.
“Carl, this is serious,” Desmond explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s bad enough we’re not approved by the FDA and the angry complaints from customers.I think we should cut our losses and just run off to the Cayman Islands with the funds.”
“Come on, we’re raking it in. Those idiots will do anything to get big on the… Cheap…” Carl began to say, tapering off as the room subtly shook. Their glasses started to shake before the room shook more and more. Looking out to the window of their office, the two men gasped as they took in the sight.
Moving past the mountains that cradled the town was a large giant that rivalled the mountains. His body was bloated with fat that if he had been normal size he would have been bed bound. The deep grunt sounded out even from the distance as the giant squeezed between the rock formations, thick hair-covered fat rolls squishing through and crushing trees as the blob-like man got closer.
“WHERE’S UBER-MASS?” The giant’s voice called out, shaking the small town as the behemoth waddled closer, thick building-sized feet sinking into the ground as his belly dragged along, crushing more of the landscape as his swollen ass almost crushed the mountains that barely survived the giant’s rampage.
“Shit…” Carl said, recognizing the bloated giant’s beard face that was easily larger than their entire office with how giant and bloated they were. The huge blob was big enough that Carl and Desmond could make out the rivers of sweat coming off as they knew they’d never survive if the giant came to them.
“COME ON! TIME TO SEE THE BEAST YOU HELPED MAKE!” The giant roared, groaning before a booming belch erupted, shaking the apartment with the windows cracking from the distant force.
