Growth Beyond Reason Re-post Parts 4-6

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[COLOR=dimgray]GROWTH BEYOND REASON[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]BY[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=dimgray]4.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]One month following his discharge from hospital saw Mark almost fully healed of his injuries. His right arm was still a little sore but Trey had devised a strengthening program to expedite his boyfriend?s recovery. The damage to him internally had been delicately and discreetly repaired and kept from him, under advisement from Doctor Freeman who decided it would not bode well for Mark to learn of the atrocious assault he had sustained at the hands of a crazed sex fiend, a man still at large and one who seemed to have vanished without a trace. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The police had no leads. Mark had been interviewed on five separate occasions as the investigation into the attack was set in motion. But that process in itself was tiring and upsetting to go through. Finally, when the police were done with Mark, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he still had a life to get on with? a life with Trey, the most beautiful and massively muscled man on the face of the Earth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Life had become good. Trey had grown too big to stay at Mark?s house. He kept breaking things, much to Mark?s mother Sheila?s dismay. Besides? it was difficult getting time to themselves ? to be a proper couple ? with her around. Out of respect to her they would usually have to wait until she was out of the house in order to play at being proper boyfriends. Trey had a suggestion to put forward:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Raul has to go away on business for a month. He said we can move into his apartment over the gym and treat it as our own place, until we find a place of our own that I can adapt to my size,? Trey suggested one evening whilst the two were stretched out on a greatly reinforced couch in front of the TV. There was an old John Wayne movie on, which idly held their interest. Mark had popped some corn for the two of them, most of which Trey would get through at lightning speed. He was careful about his consumption of sugar these days, for Mark now knew that it was sweet foods that triggered his growth spurts. Mark felt that Trey wasn?t telling him everything about the incredible processes that occurred in his body, resulting in the condition he was currently in. There was something in him that Mark couldn?t quite trust, something that prevented him falling too deeply in love with him and placing so much emotional dependence on him. On the subject of Raul, Mark pressed himself closer to his enormous boyfriend and felt his throat go dry upon hearing that name. He didn?t know why Ortega unnerved him so, for he?d met him on plenty of occasions over the last month since Shapeshifters had officially opened for business.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?I don?t think he likes me?, Mark said, almost croaking the words. Trey, stretched out beside him (and taking up two thirds of the couch), held him a little more tightly, just to instil in him some comfort and reassurance. ?Raul isn?t the worst person, you know. He?s got an attitude problem, but I couldn?t have started the gym without him. He put up most of the money anyway. Besides, Carter and Joel keep him in check. They?re good people, those two.?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?How come we rarely see them? I mean, they train too. I?ve seen them working out. And they are huge in their own right, but not even half your weight.? Mark had so many questions to ask Trey about their lives prior to the amnesia, and about Shapeshifters? things that never seemed to add up. Trey would sometimes prevaricate or change the subject when Mark became a little too curious about things he felt he had a right to know. Could this be some bizarre dream from which there was no waking up? Most of him hoped so.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?They come and go?mostly running things from behind the scenes. It gives Raul and me more freedom to bodybuild.? Trey would always emphasise the ?body? part of bodybuild by stressing the word to give it more significance. It was one of his three favourite words. The other two were ?Muscle? and ?Growth?. He tensed up his right arm for show and his thirty-six inch forearm thickened to about forty. Bulging veins propped out right around the massive limb and Mark grew hard just touching them.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?You just want to keep getting bigger, don?t you?? Mark always got excited at the thought of Trey continuing to grow? huger than ever. It was such a turn-on.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?That?s the plan, Sweetie. 725 is such an uneven number. Besides, it would be cool to see what 1000 feels like.? Trey got up from the couch and completely blocked the 42 inch widescreen TV that Sheila won from a magazine competition some months before. He had to flex. The urge was uncontrollable. He was wearing just a pair of especially adaptive denim shorts from the House of Trione, a select clothing company specialising in fashions for the extremely huge bodybuilder. These shorts, like all of Fortunato Trione?s designs were treated with a special chemical that made the fabric react to body heat. The fabric would shrink on contact with the skin but just tight enough to show off the wearer?s physique to maximum. There was also special hidden reinforced ribbing built into the garments to prevent their accidental destruction due to flexing or an unscheduled growth spurt. The shorts were sexy as hell. They ended midway down Trey?s mammoth thighs and had a pouched front to easily accommodate a dick that was now 21 inches long and 16 inches thick when flaccid. They had an exposed button-fly down the front, which Mark just loved. Something about how the buttons could be seen to strain during Trey?s flexing shows made Mark get so excited just watching him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey was shirtless and stood before his boyfriend who gazed up at him in complete awe, which was the norm during their times together. At a height of six feet six inches, Trey was just four inches away from scraping the ceiling. His shoulders were almost seven feet in diameter now, and he had every intention of building himself up huger. He started with a full lat spread. The wings flared open on either side of him, expanding his chest to 128 inches (maybe he was bigger than that, seeing as Mark hadn?t measured him in almost a week) His beach-ball-sized pecs swelled enormously, the upper portions (separated by three-inch deep striations from the lower, ?nippled? portions) pushed way up to his chin, making it seem as though his upper body was about to swallow up his head. He adored the sensation of what he called his own little ?Muscle War?, because of the way each muscle group was in conflict with its neighbours just to have space on him to occupy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]As he flexed his pecs, willing more blood into them to enhance their shape and definition, so the striations became more abundant and burrowed more deeply into his pec-meat. Mark silently watched his boyfriend and undid the flies of his pants. ?I think I?m heavier than 725, Sweetie. I think I may be closer to 750. Aw? this is amazing. I?m the biggest, hugest, heaviest super-massive bodybuilder in the world. I can?t believe that this is me. Raul will never get to match me. Hah! I will always be 250 pounds heavier than him. Tell me what I want to hear, my love.? Trey compressed down to a most muscular, starting off with squeezing ever so lightly in order to build up to a massive crab-explosion. The pressure in his muscles would be enormous, a kinetic flesh-dynamo exponentially gaining in ultimate power. Mark was only too horny and pleased to oblige. ?You?re too small, Trey. Way too fucking small. Raul will eat you for breakfast if you stay this small. You?re a fucking midget?a pipsqueak? the runt of the fucking litter.? The role-playing was necessary for Trey to focus. His muscles were growing harder and denser every day. He wasn?t quite yet bullet-proof, but he was building to it. Bodybuilding. Muscle. Growth. His three favourite words.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Me small, you say? Hardly, Sweetie. Watch me grow. Watch me blow your mind with THIS!!!? Trey flexed into an even tighter most muscular. Rope-thick tendrils of dark veins rose up from his flesh like anchors bringing up power cables from the ocean floor. Mark could clearly see the blood coursing through them at a thousand beats per minute, the rate necessary to keep everything flowing nicely during a flex. Trey?s anatomy was like no other on the planet?. except maybe Raul?s (he was up to 520 or thereabouts, when last Mark heard him boasting). Trey?s cardiovascular system was inhumanly efficient and his organs were as strong as the rest of him. He could hold his breath for ten minutes and his breath was powerful enough to knock a man over. He was a veritable superman. This wasn?t a growth-spurt flex, because Trey needed sugar to catalyse the reaction. But he would get a little larger from the increased blood-flow and depending on how well he worked out earlier that day (which was always extremely well) the growth would be permanent. He?d gotten good at willing where the best blood would end up, in this case? his pecs. He wanted more inches there, purely for his own pleasure and for Mark?s entertainment. He always got what he wanted.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The pecs swelled up like balloons, each pump of his heart forcing more volume into them. His skin broke out in stretch marks, deep red, almost purple. But they were healed by the growth of new skin almost instantly. This caused Trey?s skin to flash red as he flexed? a sure sign that growth was taking place. The buttons on his fly strained as his cock began to grow thicker and longer, but thanks to Trione, they would hold, or just about. The diamonds on Trey?s thighs erupted with size, definition and extreme density as they fortified themselves to take the strain of his slight increase in weight. His 58 inch biceps flared out to just over 60 (maybe more) and his tris advanced in the opposite direction to a width similar to their inner counterparts. He flexed more and more, harder and harder. His body increased in mass and he got so horny that he was tempted to go to the fridge and down a carton of Ben n? Jerry. Doing that would trigger an enormous growth spurt. It wouldn?t get him to the magic number 1000, for he would need to train with weights quite a lot to help him to get there, but if he were lucky he could be 850 by morning. It was so tempting, but he had to think about the house. He was so huge now that something was bound to get broken if he didn?t calm down. Sheila wasn?t rich by any means. Mark?s father had left them both comfortable after he died. But still, money was an object in this household.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He finished with a double biceps pose, kneeling down before Mark to allow his tiny boyfriend to worship his mountainous arms. ?Fuck my pecs, Mark,? Trey begged as Mark licked every inch of his right bicep whilst undoing his shorts with his free hand. Shelia wouldn?t be back until late that night. She knew that the boys needed their private time together. She was a good mother and extremely modern-thinking, except when Trey broke a vase or accidentally put his hand through the dry-wall. She knew he didn?t mean it. Mark found the behemoth?s clumsiness quite endearing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey lay down on the floor of the sitting room and Mark switched off the TV. Trey shrugged out of his shorts and Mark wasted no time getting naked either. ?Whatever you say, darling,? Mark sent back. Sex with Trey wasn?t an easy process. His cock had become so large in the past month that it was impossible for him to penetrate Mark. This meant that some imagination was required in order to make their lovemaking potent and special. Mark straddled his boyfriend at the waist? using his erect cock as a backrest. Applying that kind of pressure to Trey?s mammoth prick was stimulating in itself. He ran his hands along the brickwork of Trey?s stomach, marvelling at how much harder the ten-pack seemed, compared to the last time they made love. Trey tensed and flexed his abs and Mark buried his fingers in the spaces that separated each abdominal muscle. He ran his hands upwards, besotted by the mass of muscles that formed his pec shelf. Trey?s super-sensitive nipples were now two inches long and three inches around. The areolas skirting them had now grown to a diameter of five inches. He flexed and rippled his pecs to an incredible degree, creating thick compartmentalised bulges that were matched only by the incredible depth of the striations demarcating them. Mark played with Trey?s nipples and the incredible bodybuilder moaned in ecstasy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark climbed up the mountain that was Trey, kissing his way along as he went. ?You are so amazing,? he would mouth, celebrating every inch of Trey?s superior physique, in awe of the fact he was heavier than the last three Mister Olympias combined. Wow, what a thought. He was about to fuck a man that could bench press two tonnes in weight and bend three crowbars at the same time. But he wasn?t strong enough or big enough. He wouldn?t rest until he could bench press the fucking WORLD!!!![/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey was surprisingly submissive, lying on the floor, allowing Mark to play with him as he saw fit, enjoying how much more sensitive his nipples seemed to be getting, the more they grew along with everything else. He formed a crucifix on the floor, his arms laid out on either side. He tensed every muscle in his body and suddenly Mark was elevated more than a foot closer to the ceiling, the flexing was that intense. Trey was getting bigger and bigger. There was no stopping it. Neither of them ever wanted it to stop. 1000 pounds suddenly felt like such a small number. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark was surprisingly supple, double-jointed in many places. This made it easier to straddle a man of tremendous width and as Mark eased himself into a position whereby pec-fucking was possible, Trey surprised him by nudging a cube of sugar out from under the couch. He?d placed it there earlier, knowing that they would be fucking on the floor. Completely moaning with lust, wanting the lust to grow ever stronger, Trey crunched down on the sugar and immediately it triggered a growth-spurt. He ballooned crazily in a way that would implode the mind of someone who knew nothing of this phenomenon but was powerless to avert their gaze. Trey gained 50lbs in 10 seconds, mostly to his upper body, although his gigantic cock grew another four inches in length and fleshed out a couple more in circumference. Two inches were added to his forearms, three to his biceps. His lats spread even further outward in opposite directions and his glutes swelled up, pushing him and his passenger further away from the floor. His thighs puffed up larger and his calves became denser and fuller. His pecs grew from mountains to volcanoes and he bunched them together to create a canyon in the middle into which Mark could insert his cock. Mark did just that, thrusting inwardly with the intensity of a jackhammer. Trey?s chest muscles constricted around his boyfriend?s meat, kneading the shaft with controlled pulses, heightening Mark?s bliss and urging him to increase his assault.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Unngghh, soooo huuuuge, Trey. Huuuuuuuge!? Mark screamed as their bodies became laved with sweat, and precum flowed with impunity from the mast that was Trey?s cock standing sentinel over the boys at play.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?No such thing as huge to me,? Trey panted, completely giving himself to his scrawny lover. ?I can never be huge enough. NEVER!!!!!? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark leaned forward and kissed Trey, their tongues jostling together like combatants vying for dominance and victory. Trey?s mouth welcomed Mark?s invasion and their panting became a synchronised fanfare that only served to unite their physical compatibility further. They knew each other?s sexual rhythms perfectly, and their union always heightened their senses and levels of arousal. Mark could maintain his euphoria for only a short time before the lust of the act would overwhelm his senses so completely, that loss of control was inevitable. But they both welcomed such a loss. It was mesmerising. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark fucked deeply into Trey?s pecs, hardly denting the massive mounds, urged to complete the act as he approached the moment of ejaculation. Trey likewise would cum at the same time, for their synchronicity could be measured in milliseconds.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?I AM? THE? BODYBUILDER!!!!!!? Trey screamed and his balls released their spunk as a torrent of liquid white gold that erupted from him like an oil-strike. Half a litre of jism splashed the ceiling above, most of which came down on the couple and soiled them from head to toe. Some of it Trey swallowed but he licked quite a lot of it off Mark who was drenched in the stuff. Mark?s own modest amount of cum pooled up between Trey?s cleavage and when he was done with fucking the pecs, so he licked up his own cum, and, holding it in his mouth, brought his lips close to Trey?s once again, and kissed him long and hard. Jism was exchanged in the kiss and they remained like this for a couple more minutes, relishing the salty union their juice had formed between them.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?I love you, Trey. And I can?t even remember how we met,? Mark gasped as he struggled to regain his breath.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?What?s to remember, darling? All that matters are times like these? you and I together? and? of course?my incredible growth to come.? Trey was being his usual ?informative? self, to put a sarcastic tilt on things. They came out of their sexual reverie and got up from the floor. Mark looked up at the ceiling.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?Shit, Mom will see that when she gets home,? he said, speaking of the massive jism stain in the centre of the living room ceiling. Cum was literally everywhere in the room, like as though a sledgehammer had been taken to a carton of soy milk.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?Shit,? was all Trey could manage as his breathing returned to normal. The lovers decided to waste no time cleaning up. ?We have to get our own place,? he said before ending the subject. Mark completely agreed.[/COLOR]



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[COLOR=dimgray]Two days later and it was Trey?s 23rd birthday. It was cause for more than just one celebration. Dinner at Maury?s Steakhouse was the venue of choice and for the following reasons: Mark had returned to the town medical centre for a check-up and was given a completely clean bill of health. Trey could now set about devising a bodybuilding program for him to finally get some meat on his bones. The other reason to celebrate was the fact that Trey was at his heaviest weight yet, thanks to the sugar cube and some extraordinary workouts at the gym. He was benching three and a half tonnes, doing three sets of twelve reps. His strength was difficult to gauge, but he was getting stronger every day. It was their first evening together in Raul?s capacious and massive-bodybuilder-adapted apartment built into the topmost floor of the three-storey gym. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]As they got ready from Raul Ortega?s spacious bedroom with en suite bathroom and shower facilities, Trey mulled over what to wear to the restaurant. Maury the owner had a kid who?d been attending Shapeshifters since day one of its opening and already Maury Jr had bulked up by ten pounds. This meant that when it came to a dress code in his eating establishment, Maury Sr would turn a blind eye to Trey and Company. It also meant that Trey could be quite liberal about what he chose to wear out this evening.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Hmmm, this shirt is getting a little tight across the chest,? he exclaimed with genuine delight as he slightly struggled with the buttons to the semi-transparent half-cut grey shirt carrying a House of Trione label (as did most of his clothing these days, due to the fact that there wasn?t a store in existence that catered for someone his size). He admired himself in Raul?s full-length extra-wide posing mirror in his bedroom. That was the thing about Raul?vain to a fault. He had mirrors all over the apartment, even on the ceiling of every room. Trey liked the idea very much. He flexed a little and then a lot, smiling all the time and slightly daydreaming as he gazed at himself whilst mentally bulking up to even more extreme proportions. He loved what he could do so much and never wanted to stop growing. He managed to get the last two buttons on the half-shirt fastened. They just about held, but their three undone brothers above couldn?t be done up without destroying the garment so he left them open, revealing quite a lot of his chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The swell of his pecs was so extreme that it made the shirt tent considerably outward to at least 14 inches over his abs-slab. The shirt was cut so that it ended just about level with the bulbous underbelly of each pec. ?I?m getting HUGE!? he declared. Being sleeveless the cut of the shirt only accentuated his incredible upper arms. He flexed a mighty double biceps and his guns grew massively, each peak having recently formed a secondary bulb of muscle at its heavily-veined apex. ?Wow, biceps are higher than my fists now. And still growing.? This amazed Trey and it took hardly any time at all for his dick to become as big and as hard as a baseball bat. Like a drawbridge it rose up, and the coffee-mug-sized mushroom head thudded loudly against his astonishingly hard and defined mid-section.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?We?ll never get to Maury?s if you keep posing, Trey. Come on, hurry up. I?m starving,? Mark complained from the adjoining bathroom. Like every room in the apartment, the bathroom was minus a door. Extra-wide arches were the order here, allowing for these mammoth musclemen to come and go with ease. Trey was easily twice as wide as a regular door in the mortal realm. Much of the time these days he would have to turn sideways just to enter a room. The world wasn?t built for extremely enormous bodybuilders. But that would change once day, when he had achieved ultimate power to become the ruler of the world.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]?Yeah, you?re right. I should be more careful to control my passions, Mark,? Trey admitted, and thought about fluffy little bunnies in order to help his huge erection to subside. When he was flaccid again he finished dressing by rolling on a black pair of knee-length super-stretch jeans with exposed button-fly. His cock was now coiled up neatly inside the pouched front, making the fly-buttons moan somewhat from the strain. Every cut? striation?exaggerated swell of his thigh muscles could be clearly seen through the exceptionally light but strong denim weave. He finished the ensemble by pulling a belt tightly around his now 34-inch waist. But his waist, although it had gained some mass, was still less than one quarter the size of his enormous chest (pre-flexed). His chest was now 142 inches around. Flexed it would flare out to 163. But it still wasn?t enough. Not by a long shot. The word ?HUGE? was stencilled into the iron of the belt buckle. He pulled the belt as far as it would go without snapping it in two and marvelled at how the bottom row of the abs making up his ten-pack bulged outward over the belt. His body was a show-stopper. Hell? it could literally freeze time itself, although, unbeknownst to Mark, the time-lock phenomenon only worked if all four giant bodybuilders ? namely the curators of Shapeshifters Gym ? were flexing simultaneously, as had been the case on the day that Raul Ortega almost murdered Mark. Sometimes Trey wanted to kill Raul for what he?d done, finding it hard to fathom that they had once been lovers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]These days they only tolerated one another because of the business agreement. Trey was only with Mark to find out why he could move around during time-locks. Trey had been conscious during the time when Mark fucked him back at the convenience store, although he couldn?t move along with the rest of humanity. In retrospect he wasn?t angry with Mark for what he?d done. Hell? he?d probably have done the same had the roles been reversed. The thing about the time-locks was this: Trey and the others could use them to their advantage, like for instance? getting the gym up and running much faster and also using them to conduct stealthy investigations of new areas ripe for conquering, without treading on the toes of the local constabularies. Time-locks wore off, obviously? but Trey, Raul, Carter and Joel were always the first to break out of them, and?.unlike the rest of mundane mankind, they were always conscious during a time-lock.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]For the first time since they learned to manipulate the phenomenon, suddenly there was Mark Stone, capable of resisting the effects of a time-lock. If this power in him could be exploited in some way that would benefit the counterpoint to Mathias Redfern?s Utopian Ideal, in other words, the more humble collective formed of the Shapeshifters Gym operation? then it was something worth finding out about. But after a month of deceit and out and out role-playing, despite that Trey had a mission to complete, he had developed genuine feelings for Mark. We came to this town as we did other towns before, he thought (briefly unmindful of his physical beauty) to test the youth and tap into their potential? to start our own Collective and defy everything that Redfern stands for. And I had to walk into that store. I had to put on a show for Mark, knowing full and well that the other three were flexing and growing. Time shut down and Mark Stone?s power presented itself. What is this man made of?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey was still no closer to finding out, despite that a month had passed. Raul was growing impatient with Trey?s lack of focus. Okay, so Raul had over-reacted by raping Mark (his own way of unlocking a person?s gifts, you might say). Thank hell Mark hadn?t died. Raul was away for a month, trying to obtain methods of synthesising more Enerflex, since their supplies had become drastically low. Redfern?s fortress wasn?t impregnable, and Raul had his ways of getting in and out undetected. Without more Enerflex there would be no more muscle growth. And to men like Trey, Raul, Carter and Joel, that was simply not acceptable. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey snapped out of his meditation and brought himself back to immediate reality. He couldn?t help having feelings for Mark. He liked being with him, it was as simple as that. Despite his scrawny physique (all that would soon change), Mark had a twinkish cuteness about him that Trey simply adored. He loved having a skinny boyfriend to make the whole muscle worship business more potent. But he had a job to do and he had to force himself not to allow his feelings to get in the way. It was time to resume the charade.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark came out of the bathroom, having shaved, showered and sorted his hair. He slipped into a baggy pink tee-shirt with a picture of Austin Powers on it, a pair of baggy skater-boy jeans and finally a pair of Converse All-stars. He gazed at his incredible boyfriend wearing the sexiest outfit he had yet seen Trey showcase. ?Wow, everyday you seem bigger. That shirt won?t last long under that strain.? Mark became aroused, made more so when his lover flared his lats enormously and bounced his pecs hard enough to make those all-important last two shirt-buttons scream in defiance. ?Let?s go. I?m starving and could eat 20 pounds of beef?? said Trey, knowing full and well that he could do just that, ?? and if I?m still hungry afterward, maybe as a special treat, I might load myself up with some sweet, sugary dessert.? Mark?s mind boggled at the thought of Trey ballooning up further. ?You really are determined to get naked in public, aren?t you?? Mark was referring to the fact that Trey?s outfit wouldn?t be able to contain another sugar-powered growth spurt. But Trey wanted to grow so badly. 1000 pounds seemed like such a long ways off. 1000 pounds?it would suit him? for a while anyway. After all, numbers were infinite?unlike his patience.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=dimgray]They walked the two blocks to Maury?s Steakhouse. Trey had grown too big to ride in a car and it was far too nice an evening to take the subway. Two blocks wasn?t very far anyway, although Trey was ravenous after such an extensive and productive workout earlier. They held hands as lovers do, enjoying an open attitude to their gay orientation, not that this kind of thing mattered much to society any more. Besides, people tended to be far more shocked by Trey?s size than to be offended by two gay men expressing their love in public. Mark wasn?t bothered about being seen next to an individual as unique as Trey. People tended not to notice the smaller of the couple, and at times, however, this would bother Mark a great deal. It made him feel inferior to Trey not only in physical size and aesthetics, but in every way possible for a man to feel diminished by the status of another.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]They had talked about Mark commencing a bodybuilding program, now that he was fully recovered from the injuries. It was Mark?s dream to get big? maybe nowhere near as big as Trey was, but with the man-monolith as his trainer, there was no telling how far Mark could take it, if he wanted it badly enough.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]Trey?s bodybuilder strut was now even more pronounced than ever before, given that his thighs had increased by another six inches apiece. The 75-inch pylons rippled as he walked, immense slabs of beef slamming against each other, the impact of their motion causing his cock and balls to oscillate. Trey?s fly-buttons just about managed to hold everything in, although it was an amazing feeling to think that his cock could explode onto an unsuspecting public at any moment. He simply had no shame, now that he was the biggest built muscle man on planet Earth. Now that his lats had again increased, his waist seemed more tapered and his overall upper body had greatly fanned out, forcing his obelisk arms even further away from his body. He was magnificent? far beyond comparison.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]At the restaurant: business wasn?t bustling on this evening, meaning that tables were plentiful and service would be swift. Since when huge bodybuilders had descended on the town, news of Maury?s steaks quickly reached them. Although? having Trey Waters, Raul Ortega, Carter Yan and Joel McIntyre as frequent patrons often wreaked havoc with Maury?s tables and chairs. But these men ate huge amounts of food and left big tips, so Maury was able to reinforce the furniture to extend its lifespan. As always Maury was there to greet Trey and Mark and show them to their table personally. ?Try to be careful not to break anything, Trey,? said Maury, always having to make the point before seating his guests, ?Any more breakages in here and I?ll be bankrupt. You look bigger than when you were last here.? Maury handed them both a drinks menu. ?That?s because I am bigger!? Trey exclaimed proudly, making his pecs dance for all to see. He knew no shame whatsoever and just loved to take centre stage with his muscles as the star performers. He loved bodybuilding so much. He loved it more and more? the larger, heavier and stronger he grew? inevitably a leviathan of musculature and power. ?By the way, Maury, that kid of your shows real potential. A ten pound muscle spurt in just a month. He could be huge if he sticks with the lifting.? Trey found that the reinforced chair held his weight easily but he would push these fortifications to their limit in as fast a time possible? aiming to break yet another chair before a new month had arrived. Not that Maury would know of such a thing until it was too late. Trey Waters had to have his fun.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?That?s good to know, Trey. Maybe one day he?ll be bigger than even you,? Maury chuckled, slapping Trey lightly across his awesome back, glad that his apron concealed his rising boner.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?That will never happen,? Trey said with a half-warning. And in order to show that he meant business, he flashed a single biceps towards Maury, one that peaked a full inch above his fist. The 60-incher was massive and veined and throbbed with raw, barely-tameable power. A muscle of such mass carried one message and one only: no one alive would ever be anywhere near as big as Trey Waters!!![/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]After their food orders were taken, the guys were left alone to enjoy their time together. Someone had selected ?How do I live Without You?? on the video jukebox, the Trisha Yearwood version, one of Mark?s favourite songs. It seemed to punctuate the mood of the evening quite well. He loved Trey? at least he thought that he loved him. If only the bodybuilder could be more forthcoming about their past. Mark decided to ask him some things? important things that eluded him still.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Is this where you brought me on our first date?? Mark hoped to hear a lot of the things he wanted to hear, that one month after almost losing his boyfriend to a maniac?s attack, Trey would no longer be so reticent about what being with him truly stood for. If Trey was truly the attentive and doting boyfriend he claimed to be, then surely it would pain him to keep things from Mark, It almost felt as though Trey didn?t want Mark to remember. And if this were the case, how could Mark ever learn to trust him? ?Uh, no. We didn?t come here. I took you to a movie. Can?t remember what it was called. No?wait?something with Woody Allen in it. It was so funny? not the movie? the guy sitting behind me complaining about how much of the screen I blocked him from seeing. And when I stood up to tell him what to do with himself, I accidentally sneezed in his face, the sudden movement of which caused me to flex and burst out of my shirt. Don?t think that guy will ever see another movie after that.? Trey Waters? he got through so many shirts in so little time. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]It was an amusing story, but like the ones that rarely came before them, Mark was none the wiser. These were memories that he simply could not access, no matter how hard he tried to make them fit into his current life? and the muscle-god he shared it with. ?I wish that I could get even a small feeling that these things really happened, Trey,? said Mark, somewhat despairingly. He was happy this evening and didn?t want the tempo of his mood to lessen. Trey could see it in this eyes, however, and he reached a massive arm across the table to take his boyfriend?s hand in his own. The skin on Trey?s hand was rough from the calluses obtained from years of contact with bars of ever-increasing weight. But they could be surprisingly gentle when he needed them to be. ?I don?t want you to get upset, honey. Tonight is supposed to be a celebration, something to be joyful for.? There was genuine feeling in Trey?s voice, momentarily replacing the cocky self-assuredness that usually drove his speech, the effects of having the most enormous muscles ever. ?Then tell me more about us, Trey? so that this relationship can really mean something to me, beyond what we?ve had together this past month. I know I take second place to your bodybuilding?. I accept that and am fine with it. But please let what we do have together be more than what the last month has been for me.? Mark?s eyes began to water. Trisha Yearwood wasn?t helping in that department.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey had never been a great linguist. Words simply weren?t his thing. But he did his best, now, to tell Mark what he wanted to hear, and as articulately as possible. Choosing the right words wasn?t easy. ?I? do? love you, Mark. It?s just, as I get bigger and stronger, it?s like as though I keep raising the bar for myself, y?know? each week putting myself under greater pressure to constantly exceed the gains I made the week before. It takes a lot of? concentration, y?know? It forces me to put things out of my head so that I can maintain my focus and succeed further. I want to be able to bench four tonnes by the end of the summer. I want to be 1000 pounds, Mark. I?ve made such incredible gains this past month. Can you even begin to imagine how heavy I will be in one year?s time?? Trey took Mark?s hand and brought it close to his beautifully full and sexy lips. He kissed each digit with more tenderness than Mark was accustomed to seeing him display. It was something to be greatly encouraged. Mark?s reluctance to answer was an answer in itself. Trey then added: ?Just because I don?t talk about our life together, doesn?t mean that it isn?t important to me. It is? it?s just that my bodybuilding means more. You knew that when we first got together.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Back when you thought you were huge at five hundred and six pounds,? said Mark suddenly and without thinking. Hearing this number caused Trey?s right eyebrow to peak upwards out of intrigue. He had never revealed that number to Mark? his weight upon arrival back in his hometown after a four year absence. Then he remembered? that time in the convenience store. He?d let it slip as a boast during the first flex-show he?d subjected Mark to. That had been before the rape attack? and the amnesia. Could this be the start of Mark remembering the things that Trey didn?t want him to? An awkward silence ensued, as Trey played with unsettling scenarios in his head. Fortunately Maury arrived with their food, giving them both something new to focus on. ?Let?s eat,? Trey said simply, as delicious, sizzling aromas enflamed both their senses.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The huge man wolfed his way through three portions of sticky-sweet barbecued spare ribs and as he ate, Mark noticed some growth was taking place upon Trey. ?You?re getting bigger. There must be sugar in the barbecue sauce.? Mark began to look around them, suddenly mindful of the many stares Trey was receiving, mostly from the male diners whose female partners struggled to keep their partners? eyes on them. ?Fuck it? don?t care. Food too good,? said Trey, his appetite seeming to revert him to a Neanderthal?s level of intelligence. And to think, just minutes before, Mark thought he was getting through to him. It wasn?t a significant growth spurt as those Mark had previously witnessed, and it mostly focused on his arms and shoulders. Mark found this altogether curious. Had Trey reached a stage where he could manipulate his growth to target specific regions of his physique? Mark then remembered the last night they?d made love, and how Trey seemed to force growth out of his pecs alone. Could this be the evolution of the muscle growth phenomenon? For the first time in the month of memories that amnesia hadn?t robbed him of, Mark wondered about the effects of sugar on Trey?s muscle growth. Just how was it possible that a particular food group could do to Trey what gamma radiation did to Bruce Banner? The hulk was pure fiction, of course, but things in reality were not meant to happen this way.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?How big would you like me to get, honey?? Mark asked, about mid-way through the main course. He was having trouble finishing a quarter pounder burger and thick-cut fries. Trey was almost done with his second of three 16 ounce steaks, each one accompanied by a sizeable baked potato filled with cheese and sour cream. Hardly the typical fare of a conventional bodybuilder in training. But the word ?conventional? was never meant to fit into the same sentence as the name Trey Waters. There seemed to be no limit to his appetite. He ate like a pig, not that it ever showed on him. Trey hardly gave Mark a glance as he answered. ?It?s entirely up to you, Sweetie,? he replied before cramming the last forkful of the second round of sirloin into his mouth. He chewed noisily and it was mildly irritating. Mark simply ignored it. ?Really? Because now that you mention it, I would like to rival you one day? in size and strength. It?s always been my dream to be enormous.? Trey stopped chewing for a moment. He looked up from his food and focused his steely blue eyes squarely on Mark. Then he swallowed the sirloin somewhat audibly and took a swig from his beer. ?That?s not possible.? His tone seemed impassive, but also a little cautious in its precise delivery, almost as if Trey knew that Mark even attempting such a course of training was beyond his ability to achieve.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]?What is it really with you and sugar, Trey? No one on Earth can react like that to something so commonplace. If that were the case, everyone in the world would be built like you.? Mark was determined to get answers from Trey. The huge bodybuilder had not planned on the evening being so serious. He had wanted to have fun, but Mark didn?t seem willing to oblige. After a moment to choose his words Trey gave something of an explanation. ?I was born with a rare condition. It?s very complicated. I don?t have the vocabulary to explain it. Raul has it too. As does Carter and Joel. But in me it?s more pronounced. That?s all I can say. Just be thankful that I?m not a deformed freak or something.? That said, Trey returned to his eating. Mark had to take a breather. He decided to use the bathroom. ?I?ll be back in a moment, darling,? The way he stressed that last word caused Trey to look up from his meal and to stare Mark squarely in the face. The tension between them was now quite apparent.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Just then Trey?s phone rang and he answered it immediately. It was Carter Yan. ?You two look like you have issues in need of sorting out, Trey,? said Carter without an ?hello? first. Suddenly aware that the Chinaman could see him, Trey?s eyes began to dart around the restaurant. ?Where the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? I warned you about spying on me, you prick!? Trey hammered a fist on his table, causing everything on it and around it to rattle noisily. The back of his shirt formed the smallest of tears, as his muscles became engorged with furious energies. Yan?s voice remained calm on the other end of the connection. ?Joel and I like to get results from our investigations. So far you?ve come up with squat. One month later and we?re still no closer to finding out why Mark Stone is resistant to our time-lock ability. He?s the only one in the world that we know of with this ability. We could use him to bring down Redfern?s Utopia, if only we could recruit his ability. Enerflex is in very short supp-? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?I don?t need you to tell me what I already know,? Trey interjected sharply. His table-thump had already attracted the attention of Maury, who immediately approached the table. ?Everything alright, Trey?? He was only concerned about his crockery and furniture. The last thing Maury needed right now was to make an enemy of Trey Waters, not since Maury jr. had taken to gym workouts like a duck to water, and after years of a sedentary teenage lifestyle. ?Yeah, sorry Maury. Just some crap I need to take care of, is all,? Trey apologised, then shooting Maury with an ?excuse me, I?m on the phone? look. Maury got the hint and left. Other diners immediately returned to their food and drink.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?So our business arrangement is just ?crap? to you, is it?? Carter Yan never rose his voice or acted indignantly in any way. Even when working out he did so quietly. He was never one to cast too much of an imposing shadow, despite that at over four hundred pounds, he was quite an imposing fellah, to put things mildly. ?I didn?t mean it like that. Look, you will never have me over a barrel, if that?s what you think. Just look at the fucking size of me, Carter. I?m doing my best to figure out Mark. Amnesia is a tricky state of mind. I can?t just blurt something out and expect him to make sense of it. I need more time, is all. Besides, you and Joel together could never hope to overpower me. Now back off, fucker.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?And If I were to rally Raul to our cause, that would be three against one. You wouldn?t stand a chance then, Trey. But I?m not a man to make threats, idle or otherwise.? Yan hung up after that. Anger rising in Trey, he crushed the phone to smithereens in his hand, for his grip was that of a vice. It was the second phone he had destroyed in a month (the other had been Mark?s, crushed to bits between his enormous chest cleavage). Yan?s words had been designed to grate on Trey. The four had managed to successfully break free of the Mathias Redfern Utopian Collective, taking with them enough Enerflex serum to secure several months of incredible growth. But the serum eventually voided itself beyond the Collective walls, and so far the four mega-men didn?t know how to prevent this. Carter and Yan had once shown great promise as interns to Redfern?s genius, but the scientist would teach them only so much, an insurance policy against coming to an untimely end at the hands of a massive bodybuilder eager for an Enerflex overload. Kill the source?the very creator of that which is needed the most and the supply is forever cut off. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Yan was close to recreating Redfern?s experiments, but he was missing one vital component? Redfern himself. The man lived in an impregnable fortress, surrounded by extremely powerful bodybuilder sentinels and protectors. It wasn?t totally impossible to get into the Collective, but getting to Redfern was. The time-locks only lasted a few minutes, and his guards could break the lock at the same time as those whose muscles generated it. Mark Stone?s secret must be learned. If Yan could reproduce this ability in himself and his three accomplices, they could create time-locks but be immune to their effects. Redfern?s fate would finally be in their hands. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]From across the restaurant an attractive Asian woman, apparently waiting for her dinner date to arrive, popped a small phone into her bag and uncrossed her legs in order to get up from her table in one isolated corner of the dining area. Trey was already making another call, this time from his boyfriend?s phone, the one he?d purchased to replace the previous one (the fate of which was tied up somewhere in his mind with amnesia-string). He needed to speak to Raul. Damn, what?s keeping Mark, he thought agitatedly as he waited for Ortega to pick up on his end.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The Asian woman made towards the restrooms, her red chiffon dress billowing out behind her like a spray of red rose petals caught on a sudden breeze. She was a little overdressed for Maury?s Steakhouse, but no one seemed to pay her any heed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]In the bathroom Mark was cross-examining himself in the mirror over the wash basin. He stared intently at himself, hands pressed firmly on the rim of the sink, his bony fingers displaying white knuckles as his nails dug against the ceramic. He was trying to break into his own mind, in an attempt to peel back the tarpaulin that had been thrown over his memory, rendering everything down into a tarred darkness from which no shred of memory could escape. He thought of a number. He said it in his mind. He uttered it aloud? ?Five hundred and six? five hundred and six? five hundred and fucking SIX!!!?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The Asian woman in chiffon came into the men?s bathroom, apparently not the slightest bit surprised to have done so. ?Ahem?could you help me?Mark?? [/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]It was enough to break Mark out of his brief self-analytical reverie. Being gay, a woman resembling the Malaysian actress Michelle Yeoh had no effect on his libido. A straight guy might have fared better. ?Uh?wrong restroom, lady,? he said simply, deciding to wash his hands and get back to Trey.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?No, Mark? I?m in the right place alright. Unfortunately you are not!? The woman?s dress began to move, falling away from her lithe figure as runnels of blood, exposing her taut but shapely breasts to a man who didn?t give a shit about that sort of thing. The blood solution collected around her waist and legs and immediately took on the shape of sateen jogging pants (if such things existed). The first of two transformations was more subtle than what came directly after.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Fucking answering machine, the bastard!? Trey resisted the urge to crush yet another phone, the only downside to being so huge and so strong was that it was costly having to replace all the clothes and everyday commodities that made life a little easier. Raul must be teleporting near-constantly, Trey reasoned, perhaps accounting for why Ortega failed to answer the phone from his end. He would be near the Fortress of Redfern, using his teleportation ability to keep a half-second ahead of the muscle-freak guards and robotic armaments. The extent and range of his teleports were extremely limited, therefore he had to keep his wits about him if he were to make it right into the vault containing the Enerflex. That was assuming, of course, that Ortega hadn?t already been killed in action. When dealing with a power such as Redfern, the brute strength possessed by Raul, Carter, Joel and especially? especially? Trey, was simply just not enough. Strength could never hope to beat ingenuity? it was a simple yet incontrovertible law.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]A loud crash coming from the rear of the restaurant sent everyone into a panic. Women began to scream, men began to holler. All hell broke loose as the entire restaurant shook. Trey immediately thought about Mark?s safety, not even stopping to examine why he was putting the focus of his mission before his own welfare. Fuck it, if the place crashed down around him, Trey Waters would walk free without a scratch. In the panic to flee, no one paid Trey any attention as the behemoth shrugged out of his shirt just as the overhead lights went out. A flare of naked flame erupted from the service hatch through to the kitchen. Several of the staff could be heard crying out in pain but Trey wasn?t a superhero and didn?t abide by such a selfless philosophy. Until now. In the orange glare of the fire that begun to engulf everything, Trey?s magnificent body seemed to flare ever larger. Every vein and striation, every gully that formed deep lines of separation between his vast muscles, absorbed and refracted light to such a degree, it seemed that parts of Trey were glowing in the firelight. As exertion made his skin to perspire, so light was refracted further. He was a magnificent sight to behold, although at this time no one cared beyond their own desperation to get to safety.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Mark?MARK!!!!? Too big to get through the door to the restrooms, Trey simply bashed a larger door out of the surrounding concrete, large enough for him to get through. There in the men?s room he found Mark lying unconscious on the floor. There was a huge hole in the side of the restaurant where Mark?s assailant had been strong enough to escape by bashing through the bare restroom wall. Trey stooped to pick up his boyfriend, and as he tried to revive him he felt love?genuine love for the scrawny fellah. ?Wake up, Sweetie. Wake up for Trey. Puh-please.? As Trey gently tilted Mark?s head he noticed the mark from the hypodermic on his neck.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Carter Yan!? Anger made his blood to boil. Trey was the biggest of the four, therefore the others had agreed to let him investigate Mark Stone in whatever way he saw fit. The amnesia that came out of Ortega?s own brand of investigation had provided a much-needed smokescreen within which to hide Trey?s true intentions and allow him to pose as Mark?s boyfriend, so that he could learn everything about him. Ok, so Carter had a point when he said Trey had so far discovered nothing. But now Carter, growing ever impatient with Trey?s lack of results, had decided to fuck everything up. There was no telling what a second attack on Mark at the hands of a huge bodybuilder would do to his already fragile psyche.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Mark. Wake up for me?.please.? And for the first time since this sham relationship began, Trey Waters kissed Mark Stone? and truly meant it. This was enough to snap Mark back from unconsciousness. When he came to, Trey had already gotten him to safety. Hiding behind some bushes in the town?s municipal park and picnic area, they were invisible to the motorcade of police cars and fire engines that roared past, en route to everyone?s favourite Steakhouse in an effort to restore normality and make things safe once again. Trey didn?t care about any of that. He held his boyfriend lovingly to his bare, massive chest, adrenalin pumping to every last corner of his body, possibly reacting with his raised sugar levels in order to promote yet more insane muscle growth. Below his waist, his sexy pants began to lose the battle to the expansion of his thighs, his balls, his impossibly huge dick.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Trey?thank god. She? the Asian. First a woman? then she became? Carter? He? he?changed form right in front of me. He? injected me?with a hypo? took blood.? Mark?s voice had become a feeble croak. Trey felt the back of his head and his fingers came back sticky with blood. ?Ssh, don?t talk any more. You may have a concussion. Got to get you to an emergency room.? Trey lifted Mark into his arms as though he was feather-light. Before passing out again, Mark marvelled at how much larger Trey had become since the calamity at the Steakhouse. ?You?re huger than ever now. 1000 maybe? Not sure. Trey? what?s happening? Tell me please.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]As two kinds of darkness descended on the town that evening, spreading out to the tune of wailing sirens and cries of utter distress, Trey Waters, more massive than he was aware of at this time, made a solemn promise to the man he now loved so much. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?When this is over, when I get your head looked at, I?m going to tell you the truth. Mark, I?m going to tell you?everything.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]6.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=black][COLOR=dimgray]It was fortunate that Mark Stone?s second trip to hospital in just one month was without repercussions. Trey had feared a concussion, but the blood he?d found at the back of Mark?s head proved to be little more than a graze. That was good, because Trey needed to get him to safety as soon as possible. Under the cover of darkness he?d been able to lope back to the apartment to get some clothes and an overnight bag of things they would need. Obviously Carter would be nowhere in sight, thanks to Joel?s duck-blind ability, which meant that the highly mobile laboratory could be hidden literally anywhere. The abilities that Raul, Carter and Joel had developed as a side-effect to Redfern?s experiments into extreme muscle-growth often sent a shiver down Trey?s spine. It was a possibility that his extra-talent was in squeezing greater performance out of the Enerflex-glycogen bonds that were stored between his muscle fibres. But compared to teleportation, hiding rooms inside folds in space/time?and shape shifting, Trey could hardly depend on brute size and strength alone to take on the might of his once-colleagues.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He tried Raul on Mark?s phone again. They had once been good buddies, lovers for a time, before Redfern wove his taint into them. Raul had a penchant for gay rape? and had served time in prison for it. But a gut instinct in Trey told him that the Hispanic wasn?t beyond redemption. If he could just convince him to stand by him and Mark, the odds against resisting whatever his instincts told him Carter and Joel would soon unleash upon them (and this town), would be a little more in Trey?s favour. There was still no answer from Raul. Perhaps he hadn?t made it to Redfern?s vault. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?We can?t stay here, honey,? said Trey as he tossed whatever he could find into two tote bags. ?Yeah, the police will know we were at the Steakhouse. They?ll want to question us,? said Mark, downing some aspirin given to him at the hospital. ?There is a van out back, with a big enough interior to just about accommodate me,? said Trey, rushing about the apartment as if Armageddon was about to descend upon them. Perhaps it already had. Raul kept a safe hidden behind a framed painting of Jack Nicholson in full Joker getup. The leer/grimace of the Joker?s exaggerated grin could be unnerving if viewed for two long, but Trey ignored it and went straight for the safe behind the frame. His strength was incredible. He grabbed the handle of the safe and pulled without applying too much force. It broke off in his hand. Not a problem. He made a fist and pounded the iron door until it gave in. Iron was like putty to someone as strong as Trey.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Inside the safe were several wads of bank notes, more money than Mark ever thought he would see in his lifetime. There was also a small velvet pouch tied at the neck. ?Half a million in uncut diamonds, the best South Africa has to offer. Thirty thousand in cash. Should last us a while.? Trey stuffed the cash into the tote-bag and the diamonds went into a bum-bag which he kept secure around his waist. The sweat suit he wore was stretched tight over his tremendous frame, although it had fitted him with room to spare only that previous day. Trey was thinking too fast, trying to make sure they wouldn?t make any mistakes. He was too preoccupied to even notice how much bigger he had become. When extreme danger had reared its ugly head, the adrenaline rush it precipitated must have caused an extreme reaction when mixing with the Enerflex-glycogen bonds. But there would hopefully time for analysis later. Now was certainly not the time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Just when Trey thought he?d taken everything from the safe, he noticed that there was a secret panel at the back. It had been partially worried by the force of his punch to the safe door. ?What?s this?? He removed the panel and found a silicone storage container, about twice the size of a pack of cigarettes. He wasted no time opening it up. He gasped.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?What is it, Trey?? Mark held his breath as a worried look washed across Trey?s face. Even when under stress he was still beautiful and had the face of a male supermodel. He was the most beautiful man alive. No one could match him in looks or size. ?Enerflex. And it?s fresh. Not yet corrupted? Jesus we have to get out of here ASAP!!!? He slipped the container with its four filled syringes into the bum-bag.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?I know that but can?t you slow down for a second?? Mark?s heart was beating so fast now. It made thinking difficult due to his temples throbbing and the fact he still felt a little out of sorts due to the bang to his head. ?Raul is working for Redfern. And I think he?s setting a tr-?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Before he could finish, a mighty arm appeared as if from nowhere, connecting with Trey?s sternum with the force of a tank crashing through concrete. Trey was sent flying through the air, through the double doors connecting the living room with the master bedroom. He landed on Raul?s king-size bed and his massive 1000+ lbs of weight reduced the bed to splinters. Transfixed with fear, Mark stood before the materialising form of Raul Ortega as he teleported directly in front of him. At that moment Mark remembered the attack. He suddenly remembered everything and recognised Raul as the man who?d almost killed him. But Raul had changed. He was bigger than he was one month ago. Hell? he was way bigger than he had been before leaving for the Collective. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He was as big, if not bigger than Trey Waters. ?For someone so scrawny, you have a habit of healing way too easily, Mark. I wonder if this might be another of your curious gifts.? Raul was clad only in spandex gym shorts, stretched to an incredible degree by his elephantine thighs with quads and hamstrings that rippled with energies eager to make the muscles expand ever further. His cock was growing longer and thicker beneath the spandex, lancing outward to drive Raul?s insatiable hunger further. His upper body was immense, almost nine feet across at the shoulders, massive pec balloons so huge that seeing his own feet over them was impossible. Ropy veins, the largest ones? an inch and a half thick? meandered and intersected in a repeated pattern across his immense hide. Stretch marks flared red and were healed in that flashing manner right across his skin as the musculature beneath refused to stop expanding, tissues of immense diamond hardness colliding against one another, assaulting with the intention of tearing their brethren and forcing rapid healing and expansion. ?I need to grow more, runt. And I need to fuck you to do it. You liked it the last time didn?t you? Well I?m bigger now. Bigger than that loser boyfriend of yours. And after I get my fix from you, I?m going to kill that blonde bastard!? Raul?s fury was as immense as his body and he growled like the maniac that he was. And to think? Trey thought that he could be redeemed. But his soul was lost. In its place there was only unfeeling enmity for all things.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Leave the skeleton, Raul,? said a voice as if out of nowhere. Behind Raul, the vestige of a collapsing portal issued the resonant command of an authoritarian. ?Widen the doorway so that I may enter. I need to see him for myself.? Raul obeyed his master at once, using his will to call up a tele-portal so that his boss could make his entrance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Stunned in the other room, Trey tried to regain his feet as he picked himself up from the remains of the bed. How did Raul get to be so strong? That punch had been powerful. Trey actually found himself checking his ribs for breakages. Fortunately he found none. But he would be bruised in the morning for sure.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mathias Redfern was an imposing figure. Six and a half feet tall but thin as a lathe, his skin was pale and his face heavily lined, like ancient parchment. He was completely bald, save for a plaited lock of jet-black hair set below the crown of his head and ending just beyond the nape of his unnaturally long neck. His eyes were grey and toneless, tiny pupils almost subsumed by the murky opacity of the irises in which they were set. His mouth was incapable of conveying any shape of warmth. It was a cold aperture to a soul that was positively freezing. He was dressed in a simple black suit, giving him the look of a mortician, although the overall look about him could be summed up in one word?.unearthly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Redfern moved with surprising agility despite it was difficult to fathom his age (he could have been anywhere between 45 and 80). With lightning swiftness he was into the bedroom and loomed over the stunned giant bodybuilder, Trey Waters? once his most promising project. But he had decided to leave his mentor behind, a lust for power corrupting an already tarnished mind. ?Don?t try to get up, my boy. I?ve rendered your legs temporarily useless. They wouldn?t be able to support your weight.? Redfern had a crispness to his English accent, but often allowed the final syllable of a word to drag out a little, giving his speech a somewhat disjointed aspect. He spoke without any emotion. Trey began to panic as he tried frantically to get up from the destroyed bed. It was impossible. Redfern still had power over him. Oh god, don?t let him revert me, Trey mentally wept. Redfern stooped to bring himself closer to the behemoth. ?Raul tells me that you were planning to raid the fortress for more Enerflex. That would have proved a fatal mistake, Trey. My Elite Guards are more powerful than ever. And their talents?.ah yes? ever-developing into myriad magical wonders.? Redfern paused to mull on his words for a moment before adding: ?Still haven?t found out what your extra ability is though. Curious. I should have expected you to show something by now. I would have felt it, too, as a tremor on the Aaia-wave.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Raul was part of the escape, too, Mathias. But you seem to have brought him to heel rather well. What did you promise him, apart from a steady supply of Enerflex?? Fear momentarily turned to anger as Trey fought within to will extra power into his legs, to break the paralysis Redfern had inflicted on him. He managed to get himself into a sitting position, his back almost as wide as the cracked headboard it pressed against.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Raul was never in your clique, Trey. He was working for me the whole time. I never trusted the union you formed with Carter Yan and Joel McIntyre? and their abilities make them slippery to catch. You three had to be watched, not stopped. I needed to know what you are capable of doing. Further to this you are using one of my precious gyms to fuel your research and not what it was intended for. To start cleaning up this little mess, I shall be reacquiring my property as of this very moment.? Redfern?s words were final.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Raul came into the room, his hand clamped tightly around Mark?s bony wrist. There was no way he could break such a hold. Mark and Trey were in serious trouble. ?Don?t you want to test the skeleton here for the condition??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Ah yes, of course,? said Redfern, turning swiftly on a heel to bear down on the helpless Mark like a vulture homing in on carrion. It was then Mark noticed that Redfern?s thumbnails were long and pointed, as though he?d filed them into useful points. Redfern brought one hand up to Mark?s face and his skin felt cold and leathery. The fiend briefly caressed Mark?s right cheek and appeared to like what he saw. Then? he dug into the cheek with one of his claws and Mark screamed as the nail went through his flesh but drew no blood. Redfern, now in contact with Mark?s physiology through the most unlikely of interfaces, closed his eyes and seemed to focus distantly for a time. Mark?s entire body went limp and he felt as though he were free-floating? a consciousness without substance. It was a terrifying feeling. All the while this happened, Raul held him more tightly so that he wouldn?t fall. From across the room Trey watched this? aghast and fearful for his lover. Please let him be like me? please let him have the condition? or else he?s?dead, Trey thought worriedly. He held his breath as Redfern?s reverie seemed to deepen. The temperature in the room dropped by three or four degrees.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Aaaaah? confirmation? always intoxicating to me.? Redfern broke contact with Mark, his thumbnail leaving no exit wound.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Whuh-what did you juh-just do?? Tears spilled freely down Mark?s cheeks now and he wasn?t ashamed to feel twelve years old again. ?Release him, Raul.? Redfern commanded. Ortega let go of Mark and pushed him towards his lover. Mark collapsed into Trey?s mammoth arms and sobbed into his chest, wishing that this nightmare would go away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?You are Metozenic, Mark? like your so-called boyfriend and my faithful Raul here. Were you not a metozen, you would not have survived my examination. Congratulations, you have a reason to be kept alive? but as part of the Collective I have built. The Collective exists for ones such as you, Mark. I can unlock such amazing potential in you, oh yes.? There was no joy or enthusiasm to be felt from Redfern?s tone of voice, his expressions neutral? but falteringly so, as though some kind of elation was trying to burst forth from features of cold granite. But Trey knew moments such as these? knew that Redfern was secretly jumping for joy having discovered another Grade-A candidate for his dark sorcery.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Don?t forget he has an ability already, Mathias,? Raul reminded his mentor, ?one that manifested itself despite he has yet to be given Enerflex.? The Hispanic giant was pleased that he had reminded his lord and master of that fact. Redfern looked at him and his scowl deepened. ?I forget nothing, you cretin,? he rasped, baring teeth that were yellow and far too fang-like. ?It is merely a residual mutation from the first-gen experimentation asserting itself early. No doubt Yan will have found a way to sample this one?s blood by now. He learned his craft from me, perhaps a little too well.? For a moment Redfern said nothing but just gazed at the felled lovers, considering his next move. He took in the crippled Trey?s mammoth muscles and a flicker of regret glimmered in his rheumy gaze. Trey had been his favourite? his most promising. But he had developed megalomaniacal traits and challenged all that his master was in the Utopia of his making. The truth was that Redfern could have emotions if he wanted to, but he would never show them. He should have had Trey destroyed, a failed experiment. But it was a sin to annihilate perfection? for perfection and longevity was all that Redfern strived for.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Raul, teleport the small one to my private workshop. And as for the once-masterpiece of mine? I shall spend a moment alone with him.? Redfern began to rub his crotch with his hand, kneading his twitching member as lust washed through him and made him its servant. Raul immediately carried out his orders and picked up Mark to carry him away from his boyfriend. When that was done, Raul activated his power and Mark vanished. There was a brief flash of blue and the distinct smell of ozone in the air. That had never happened before.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?Huh?? Raul scratched his head in befuddlement. Was that supposed to happen? ?Uh, Mathias? Something just-?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=dimgray]?Be off with you, Raul!? Redfern snapped, now showing anger towards his muscular minion. Raul did what he was told and vanished into a tele-portal of his creation. He was hungry and needed a workout anyway. His muscles were so huge that they required greater maintenance. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?So then, Trey. Here we are. What should I do with you? Kill you? Or better still?? Redfern?s corpse-like figure moved across the felled giant like a seeping shadow with the texture of an oil slick. His movements were convoluted, inhuman. ?? or better still, revert you. My, but you were in a sorry state when first we met, weren?t you??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Hearing that horrid word ?revert? was enough to cause Trey to quake with fear. Every muscle of his amazing body flexed repeatedly as he trembled. ?I would rather die than be like that again, Mathias. Okay, so you?ve won? just kill me and make it quick.? Trey felt some movement returning to his legs. They felt stronger, but not enough to allow him to get up off the smashed bed. Time was running out for him. ?Oh but can an old man not have one last kiss from his once-object of greatest desire?? Redfern never spoke of his subjects as people, rather as objects or projects. This further distinguished him from human beings. And yet, like a human being he had his wants? his lusts. Trey saw a tent forming of the old man?s pants at the front. Redfern descended further on to Trey, his eyes glazing over with want, his heart quickening.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]But then? Mathias was denied his fun as everything seemed to fold in on itself and then get twisted apart as though matter and reality were coming apart at the seams. Trey felt himself sinking?no?falling through some nameless cosm as the screams of rage from Redfern shrank from an ear-splitting cacophony to a dulling drone? then becoming the merest whimper on the aether, until it was gone. Disoriented and still unable to walk, thankfully Trey knew that he was out of danger? or was he? Joel McIntyre could punch holes in space and space/time in order to hide things within. Trey had experienced this before, so now he knew that he was out of Redfern?s impossibly long reach. But was he now in even greater danger? Yan had, only a short time ago, attacked Mark back at Maury?s.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]As his senses returned to normal, the disorientation leaving him, Trey came to on the floor of Carter Yan?s secret laboratory, still in the same position he had been in back at Raul?s apartment. To his surprise and utter disbelief, Mark was standing over him, a look of relief and deep love causing his tears to drip onto Trey. ?They want to help, Trey,? was all he said as he knelt down to hug his beautiful boyfriend. ?We?we shouldn?t trust them. How did you wind up here? I saw Raul teleport you. You should be at the Collective?unless?? For a brief moment Trey feared the worst, that Redfern had re-recruited Carter and Joel and now they, too, were working for him once again. If he was back at the Collective, then he was doomed. But as his senses further attuned themselves to normality, everything became clear.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Looks like I pulled you two out in the nick of time, Trey. Thankfully Raul doesn?t know that I can intercept his tele-ports and short them out,? said Joel McIntyre, making one of his rare real-time appearances. Both men had grown considerably bigger and more defined since they last saw each other, which wasn?t that long ago at all. ?Just tell me one thing. You and Carter are definitely on our side now, right? Can you be trusted?? He eyed the 600 pound Scot with a determined, unwavering gaze that spoke volumes on behalf of his lack of trust for anyone at this time, anyone but Mark, of course.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?We weren?t sure about you and Raul. But now, since we?ve been monitoring recent events, we know what side Raul?s bread is buttered on? the burnt side. He?s one of Redfern?s, all right. And we simply can?t allow that fucking fiend to experiment on Mark.? Joel?s tone seemed sincere enough. But Trey wasn?t about to trust him or Carter just yet. ?So instead, Carter will experiment on him, so little change there.? Trey felt more power returning to his legs. He attempted to get up and had to grip the wall for support. He was so strong that his fingernails gouged into the plaster causing it to flake away in places. ?He just wants to run tests, that?s all. Mark is like us?will be like us if things go in our favour.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Joel was a prize specimen. He was the youngest of the four of Redfern?s once-prized projects, recruited into the Collective at just 16. In just three years the teenager had blossomed into a massive bodybuilder, currently weighing about 600 lbs. Unlike the others, he had no desire to grow any larger, although the option to do so was always there. He was also the shortest, at just over six feet tall, although when first arriving into Redfern?s custody he had stood at only five feet six inches in height. But the fact that he was almost a foot shorter than Trey, but only 400 lbs lighter meant that in proportion to his height, his body was more sizeably and densely muscled. In fact, it could be argued that for his height he was more muscular and aesthetically proportioned than Trey, Carter or even Raul. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]He had reddish hair, which he liked to keep shaved tight to his head. He was also quite hairy and loved how his pec-mane tapered down to a delicious treasure trail than ran along the centre of his granite-sculpted abs. He wasn?t overly handsome, but had a rugged aspect to his features: a nose that was slightly too wide for his face, a chin that tapered perhaps a little too much, robbing him of the angled jaw lines of his companions. His eyes were hazel and perhaps a little too small and set into sockets that were a tad too deep. But somehow his facial shortfalls seemed to marry together well and he came across as reasonably good-looking. But his body, in contrast, had no flaws whatsoever. He liked exposed button-fly pants as much as Trey and we wore his full-length, stretched tightly across his gargantuan thighs. Tucked into the pants was a button-front low-necked tank-top which he always wore unbuttoned down to his navel, exposing so much of his beefy, hairy muscle mass. Straining the button-fly to its limits was a coiled up snake-phallus which enhanced his crotch to immense proportions. His biceps and triceps were a tad out of proportion with the rest of his body, but he liked them huge. At 600 lbs, his upper arms were easily fifty-five inches around. His chest, last time he measured, was in the high nineties. He was happy with these proportions.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Test is just another word for experimentation, Joel. I?m at my wits end here,? Trey said gruffly. He took some tentative steps towards Joel, helped in part by Mark who?d never seen his boyfriend look so helpless before. Seeing Trey getting his walking strength back was a strange sight indeed. Knowing just how strong he was made Mark fear the power of Mathias Redfern even more. ?Then trust us, Trey. Maybe you should speak to Carter, although he shouted at me last time I tried to ask him something. He?s busy examining Mark?s blood for??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?What we now already know? evidence of Metazens in his system,? said Trey, interjecting somewhat rudely on Joel, causing the smaller muscleman to frown his disapproval. Mark stayed with Trey, finding he could provide little support for the seven foot tall giant as he made bolder and bolder steps in order to work full strength back into his legs. ?And how do you feel about all of this, Sweetie,? Trey addressed his boyfriend, who seemed to have a permanently baffled look on his face. It was time to be honest and open, now that the charade was at an end.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?I remember everything now. That day when you first came into the store. The time-freeze phenomenon, and that eerie fog that seemed to be issuing from a fake gymnasium.? Mark grew despondent. He deserved a full explanation as to what was going on. Okay, so he had pieced together quite a bit, assembling recent events into a mishmash of nonsense, things that required ironing out. Only Trey and the others could fill in the missing pieces. ?I?ll leave you too alone then,? said Joel, leaving the room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]The room was rectangular, lit by strip lighting across the ceiling. The walls were grey and the floor was rubber-matted. There were storage containers, metal drums and filing cabinets placed neatly around the room. There was a counter for the preparation of protein shakes, along with a blender, mini refrigerator and storage space for foodstuffs and supplements. Trey sat down on an adapted chair and folded his arms on the table before him. Mark sat in the chair opposite, feeling like a little boy trying to fit into an adult-sized world. ?Well, I?m listening. Tell me everything I need to know, Trey.? Mark became silent at that time and waited for his boyfriend?s story to unfold. Trey would be completely honest with him and keep nothing back. He started talking about the condition known as Metazeniosis:[/COLOR]


[COLOR=dimgray]?I was born with the condition, as were Raul, Carter, Joel? and you, obviously. But there are many more of us out there, living mundane lives, not knowing of the power locked deep inside every cell in their bodies. Redfern seeks us out, drawing us into his Collective, the reasons for which he never divulges. But whatever reason he does this for, one thing is certain: only he will benefit from it in the end, unless a more powerful order emerges to bring him down. In any case, his searches carry him all over the world. He found Raul in Mexico, pulling strings and forking out a lot of money to get him out of prison. Joel is from Aberdeen Scotland and Carter is from Hong Kong. I was in Europe being treated for an eating disorder when Redfern found me.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Hearing this caused Mark?s eyes to wax large in their sockets. Trey Waters had an eating disorder? ?I thought that would surprise you. When I failed to get a football scholarship to Heyden Carr University, I kinda went off the rails a little. Well actually? a lot. I stopped exercising altogether and took to eating. And boy when I ate I could put away a lot of food. I went to Europe to try to take my mind off food, all the while gaining pound after pound of ugly fat. Within a year my weight had increased to 325 and I was fat? getting fatter too. And as my weight increased, so too did my appetite. I was 400+ lbs by the time I reached Barcelona and the food there was simply marvellous. I met a local guy named Juan-Carlos who was into fat men and had a fetish about stuffing me with so much food, to get me larger and eventually bed-ridden. By the end of my second year away from home, Juan-Carlos had achieved just that. I was well over 800 lbs when eventually I was admitted to the clinic in Madrid. That?s when Redfern found me.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark was too astonished to comment at this time. But he could sense his boyfriend?s pain and reached across the table to lovingly take his hand in his own. Trey welcomed his support with a wavering half-smile. He continued with his story: ?Redfern is extremely rich. How he made his wealth is a mystery, something with stocks and shares in the seventies, I reckon. And diamonds also? can?t forget those. But with great wealth comes lots of power and influence. He could pull a lot of strings and always cover his tracks in doing so. He had people working in hospitals and clinics throughout the world, their jobs to seek out anyone with anomalous medical conditions, either congenital or brought on by other factors. In my case he found me through a nurse he?d stationed at the Madrid Clinic for Obesity Control. I was something of a medical marvel. At over 800 lbs I was still somewhat mobile and didn?t suffer from any of the typical obesity-related conditions, such as sleep apnea, diabetes and high blood pressure. My liver worked fine, all of my organs were in fine shape?. Including my heart which had the resting heartbeat of an athlete. All of this filtered to Redfern, of course, and he was drawn to me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?It turns out that the condition causes hyper-efficiency in the organs of the body and also in the endocrine system. My skeletal structure is extremely dense, and my cardiovascular system is on par with that of a racehorse. Any of the conditions that I should have developed at this massive weight were rendered null and void. I could probably continue to get fatter and fatter and my body systems would continue to compensate. Metazeniosis is an adaptive condition? that?s why I can continue to gain huge amounts of muscle and my heart and lungs, all of my body functions adapt to meet supply and demand. Carter believes, in theory, that there is no upper limit to how heavy and muscular I can get. The same goes for when I was morbidly obese, although not to parry to such vices would probably eventually get me so immobile that I would die from the boredom of not being able to move.? Trey paused to moisten his lips with some bottled water from the mobile fridge. He also offered one to Mark.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?You used interesting words??parry to vices?. It?s like you?ve become more articulate, especially with words,? Mark commented, then taking a much-needed swig from the water bottle. Trey thought about this. ?Redfern paralysed me from the waist down. Whenever he uses his strange powers on us, something affects our minds, making us more intelligent. The effects last less than eight hours though. If Redfern is aware of this, he hasn?t mentioned it so far. Carter thinks it?s something we may be able to exploit. But back to my story. I said that I wanted to tell you everything and that?s what I intend to do.? Trey downed all of his water before continuing:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?When I first met Mathias Redfern, he came across as a genuinely benevolent person, willing to help me escape the trap my own body was fast becoming. He was congenial and eager to get to know me. He looked no different to what he looks like today, a tall, virtually living-spectre, thin to a fault and yet his body belied strength of an unknown origin. Pale and sickly he might have looked, but the grip from his handshake was cold and vice-like. Still though, what he proposed to me was something that a young man in my condition would be mad to turn down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?It involved having me air-lifted to one of his special clinics, in this case high in the Italian Alps. An unusual place for a clinic, maybe, but there was an eccentricity about Redfern that made me accept that a man of his wealth and influence could achieve anything he set his mind to. He explained that the altitude helped with the treatment of his ?projects? as he liked to call us. He would have paid off the Madrid Clinic administrator to erase all records of my attendance there. Then, with a clean slate, I began my new lease of life as Mathias Redfern?s most promising diamond in the rough.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?My treatment began just over two years ago. Can you believe it? Two years ago I was a massively overweight man despite that I was only turning 21. I should have been living life to the max, excelling at sports and growing big and strong. Bodybuilding was something I?d always kept on the back-burner, just in case I didn?t make it in pro-football. The binge-eating started me on a dark path to Oblivion. I thought at first that Mathias Redfern would be my ultimate salvation. Turned out he is Oblivion Incarnate.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?We? meaning his other project Raul Ortega - Carter and Joel were recruited some months after us - were started on a series of injections right away. This was Enerflex, developed by Redfern himself, only we didn?t know what it was called at first. We also didn?t know that we were to be the first humans to ever be tried with the stuff. We were human guinea pigs, nothing more. Raul was overweight as well, but that was because during his time in solitary he received little chance to exercise properly. Call it bad management in a Mexican prison. Redfern learnt about him through similar means, a spy placed in the midst of the establishment. Raul?s vice was rape, so he had to be kept in solitary as much as possible. Thing about Raul was, that he kept breaking out of the cells, for he was unnaturally strong, despite he had little in the way of muscle mass. One time he broke out of his cell and raped the shit out of two prison guards. This made him stronger. He was the first of Redfern?s subjects to sprout muscles before Enerflex was applied. The reason for this was made clear to us during our treatment: that basically there are different grades of Metazeniosis. I?m a grade three, whereas Raul is a grade two? actually he out-grades me. But our muscle-growth factors are distinctly different due to the fact they are triggered by different catalysts.? Trey paused to consider his next words carefully. He caressed Mark?s hand lovingly and looked at him square in the eyes, with nothing but honesty reflected in his own. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Judging by how Redfern reacted to his probing of you?. I would guess that you are the first grade one Metazen that Redfern has yet encountered. Also, you seem to have developed an ability on its own, without the introduction of Enerflex into your system, namely your ability to resist our time-locks. Carter is determined to unlock the mystery of your cellular structure before Redfern does. You could turn out to be the most powerful Metazenic bodybuilder of all time.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey paused from his story so that Mark could take everything in. It was a lot to digest all at once and Mark felt his head spinning as he attempted to process this important information. Finally, after a minute or so, he had to ask: ?You have questions for me so far? There?s more to tell you, but ask me whatever you want.? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Mark thought long and hard, his head surging with questions for Trey. But one question more than any other refused to be put on the back-burner. There was one thing Mark had to know above all else:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]?Why did you lie to me??[/COLOR]

[COLOR=dimgray]Trey had expected this, now that Mark?s full memory had returned. He leaned back in his seat and sighed long and hard as he clamped together the fingers of each hand behind his head, forming something of a comfortable headrest. It had been an exhausting few hours, even for him. With his arms locked in this position, his gigantic biceps swelled larger, pushing against his forearms, making the secondary peaks on each bi flare huger? as if to crush his head. His arms were getting bigger and bigger, but because he?d had less than an ideal evening, he had yet to examine himself for even more growth (although his head getting near-engulfed by his biceps when resting his hands behind was an all-new experience). He let out a vast, somewhat defeatist sigh. Then, puffing up his enormous chest so that the threads in the sweatshirt began to come apart between his pecs and along each colossal arm, Trey smirked one of his famous smug grins and declared:[/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][COLOR=dimgray]?I lied to you because I wanted to be the most powerful being on Earth. Mark? I wanted to rule the fucking[/COLOR] [COLOR=dimgray]world!?[/COLOR][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=black][COLOR=dimgray][COLOR=#ffff00][COLOR=yellow]Parts 7-9[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]
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