Raising the Ceiling

[CelticMuscle]

Part One

"The chair recognises the honourable gentleman from Ohio"

"Mr. Speaker, I yield the remainder of my time to the honourable gentleman from California"

"The chair recognises the honourable gentleman from California. Mr. Acosta, you have three minutes"

As Joaquin stood up, he took a deep breath. He'd only been a congressman for less than three months and was now taking a stand in the debate about the debt ceiling. He bowed to the Speaker's chair and recited his speech from memory whilst at the same time, at the back of his mind, the events that led him here were replaying.

***

"COME ON" Joaquin shouted at the top of his voice. "THREE MORE REPS!"

The 500lb squat bar dipped as Joaquin crunched out his 12th rep that session.

"TWO MORE YOU WIMP!" he screamed and the 13th rep was peformed

"LAST ONE BUILDS THE MUSCLE" he roared as the whole gym stopped and watched the 6ft 1, 225lb Muscle Beach Overall champ scream in agony as he lifted the 14th rep, clanked the bar into place and collapsed against it huffing and puffing, his 55 inch chest heaving as he did so. The gym owner came over and patted him on the back.

"And the new record holder with a 1RM squat of 783lbs, Joaquin Acosta!"

Joaquin smiled and flexed his 45 inch quads for the whole gym to see and then staggered to the showers where he stood underneath the shower head and allowed the warm water to soothe the pumped up muscles. As he did, he heard someone speaking.

"This is the real dope. One injection of this and you will have muscles like He-Man and the Hulk combined. You think that Superman is buff, just you wait!"

"Oooooh" the second voice said, clearly on the verge of arriving, "give me. All that hot, hard muscle" which was closely followed by heavy breathing.

"Strip then man!" said the first voice, "and take it like a man!"

Just then the whole world went crazy. The whole shower block was flooded by people shouting "DEA!" and "Get down on the floor!". Joaquin panicked and dropped to the floor and suddenly felt a pain in his foot. He looked in horror as a syringe was stuck in his heel and the purple liquid inside was being injected into him. He removed it as quickly as he could, but suddenly became woozy. He staggered out of the shower collapsing into a very large policeman and gasped "Help Me!" before blacking out.

[cutlerfan]

Interesting beginning! I look forward to more! Can you send me some of that purple liquid?

[CelticMuscle]

Part Two

"AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Joaquin's screams of torment rang through the hospital as the doctors tried their best to investigate the liquid that had been injected into him. The policeman who had brought him in told the doctor what he knew but that didn't seem to help much. All the doctors could tell was that his DNA was unravelling at a rate never seen before and seemed to be restructuring itself into a form that was able to process energy twenty times faster than normal.

Joaquin stopped screaming and collapsed onto the bed. His breathing was laboured and every machine attached to him all pointed to the same conculsion, he was having a massive heart attack coupled with the collapse of his entire respiratory system. If it wasn't for the fact that whenever the doctors asked him how he felt he replied "INCREDIBLE!"

***

Two weeks later, the doctors had no choice but to discharge him as he was not dying and to all intents and purposes was in the best health of his life and yet they could not figure out what precisely had happened to him. The physical effects were obvious. He had grown from 5ft 7 to 7ft 5, his weight was unchanged (220lbs) but his bodyfat levels were now so low that none of the devices used to detect any, and his strength levels were so extreme that one doctor theorised that he could be at the heart of a tank buster bomb explosion and walk away without so much as blinking.

For Joaquin this was a disaster as no federation in the country would allow him to compete. A few sessions on "Muscle Cam.com" generated income yes, but soon the conversations turned from "Flex those guns" to "I'll pay you $1,000 to squeeze the life out of me" and so Joaquin resigned as a model and was soon walking along Muscle Beach feeling fed up. He decided to end it all there and then and was about to dive into the ocean when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned round and there was the policeman who had rescued him.

***

"Why not go into politics?" said the policeman as Joaquin over head pressed him following his invite for a gym session, "after all if Arnie can become governor of this state, I don't see why a superstrong bodybuilder can't?"

Joaquin lowered the policeman and pondered the idea, before rejecting it out of hand. "Who'd vote for this?" he asked, flexing his 26 inch biceps.

"Look" said the policeman, "there's a special election due in this district next month. Stand as an Independent and see what happens?"

Joaquin looked at the policeman and could see that he was being earnest and so agreed to do so, not realising that that decision was about to put his life on the line.

[Maverick0095875]

could your format your posts so they dont stretch out like this last one.

[Mad Dog]

Yeah, makes it difficult to read when you break the tables.

[Mdlftr]

I love it! A politically based muscle growth story!

Can a story about "Medicare for muscles" be far behind?

Do you write for the Washington Post? You should!

Great start! Can't wait to see where this goes!

Mdlftr