From: To: Subject: [MGS] The Next Big Thing - A New World Date: Wednesday, October 03, 2001 12:45 AM A New World "Really World, when you've got a full blown pump goin', your muscles are practically twice the size they are when they were cold." Kenny was talking to World's back. World was seated on a bench doing shoulder presses with 300 pounders. He was at the top of the motion where his enormous shoulders were touching together, pushing his nose down into the crack between his thick pecs. He lowered the weight and said to Kenny. "That makes no sense to me. You taped my arms at 35 cold yesterday, and 45 just before I quit for the day. That's not double." "Not in circumference, but in volume it is." Kenny continued, as World pushed the dumbbells up again. "OK look. You take 35 inches and divide it by pie, and you get the diameter… that's about 11 inches." World had lowered the weight and was watching the kid in the mirror. "Now the volume is half the diameter squared times pie… that's uh….what…95 square inches." World raised the dumbbells again. "Now take the 45 inches. Then your lookin' at… maybe…. Over 14 inches." World lowered the weight again. "That's uh… let's see… 50 times pie… say 160 square inches." World pushed up again. In just those few reps his shoulders had puffed up dramatically and they now flattened against one another has he fully extended. "That's about 2/3 bigger!" Kenny said proudly. Still with his arms outstretched, World turned his face to speak. With his lips smushed against his left pec, he told him, "Like I said, that's not double." He lowered the weight, released his head, "And so what man. That was a great pump, but I bet I only kept an inch of that size." He dropped the weights on the floor and layed his fat forearms on his lap. It looked like someone had implanted watermelons in his deltoids. "So what? What you talkin' about. Have you ever met anyone who even CLAIMED to gain that much muscle in one workout. But you do every damn day. And one inch MORE? That's almost 10% more mass! And look at yourself, it's piling up." World was quiet. He never liked math, but the kid had a point. In a little over 2 months he'd gained almost 200 lbs. He'd put two buffet restaurants out of business in the process. He had adopted Kenny as his unofficial personal assistant, doing all the things he could no no longer do for himself. In a full blown pump he couldn't move too well. Work arms, can't wipe the sweat off his forehead. Work back, he couldn't reach his belt to tighten it. The kid had to help him dressing and undressing, eating and drinking, and just about everything else. Kenny even sewed his tank top together out of three T-shirts he picked up at Venice Beach. Three XXL T-shirts, and he could see in the mirror that some of the seams were splitting. He was as big as a house with no end in site. "Hey World, you corner the market on Synthol or something?" Someone from a group of rubber neckers looking on said. They are braver in numbers. World looked up, "Does this look like Synthol to you?" He tensed his arm, turning the watermelon into what looked like rows of copper tubing and wire. His tricep flew out from beneath his arm, forming a boulder-sized protrusion that was even bigger than his deltoid. He glared at them. "You've gotten too big World." "Huh?" World spun around. It was Paglio. "You've gotten too big World." Paglio repeated. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're not going to be able to compete again. You're just too huge. You get up on a stage somewhere and there are going to be a lot a questions, a lot of rumors. Nobody is going to let you win, it could ruin the sport." World hadn't thought about competing in a long time. He really didn't like competing. Diet away all that hard earned size and power to look good for one day. Then you spend 6 months getting back to where you were. "Maybe I'll just go into powerlifting." "Same problem there. They'd find a way to disqualify you, or just not count your lift for technical execution." World clenched his eyebrows in displeasure. "Well F#%^&'em. This I do for me." He picked the 300 pounders back up. He started pumping again. "Well, it's good to hear you say that big guy." Paglio placed the box he was carrying under his arm on the end of World's bench. "I just wanted to come down here and see you in action." "What do you see." "The biggest mother f$#@!er in the world." World laughed and dropped the weights by his side. "We want you to be our poster boy, World. We'll pay all your expenses, anything you need, to grow as big as you can. All we need from you is a photo shoot every once in a while." "That's what I've been waiting to here, man." Will stood up and they shook hands. "You seem taller to me." Paglio said as they released each others hands. "You know, I thought so too." The kid chirped in. Another World It had been over a year since World had eaten his first X-pump bar. "Kenny, I need some water" The kid had the gallon jug ready. World was shirtless and sitting on the end of a reinforced bench, which Monster Mass had bought for him. Kenny placed one hand on his pec and reached over to reach his mouth. World rocked back gently, taking the kid along with him. The kid balanced himself as he poured the water down World's mouth. Glug….glug….glug Gulp… gulp… gulp The jug was empty now. World opened his eyes and rocked forward slowly. He set Kenny back on the work out floor like a dad putting down a two year old. The kid straightened up and went back to the fountain to fill up again. World was working his pecs today. Sitting slumped over, it looked like someone had hung a couple of steel drums around his neck. They arced above his collarbone, looped over, and lay on top of his huge quads. His abs were somewhere beneath the mammoth flesh. His glutes rose him up high on the bench, making him look like he was sitting on a bar stool. His feet barely touched the floor, so he had to balance himself on his gigantic buttocks, like two pilates balls. Without warning, World snapped back his arms. A whoosh was audible. He rolled one shoulder, then the other. He turned his neck side to side with a loud crack as he bounced up and down on his massive ass. In another instant he was under the bar. Monster Mass had this bar specially made out of titanium. It was longer and fatter in the middle so it could hold more plates. The bar set on spokes that were a couple of feet higher than is normal. World's back was layered with thick sinewy mass, which is why the bar set on spokes that were a couple of feet above a standard height. His head , in the center of all this bulk, was supported on the bench by his log like traps. He looked up at the bar and counted the weight. "Let's put a few more on." The kid picked up a 45 lb plate with two hands. "How much you got on there now?" "I counted 42 plates. What's that?" "45 times 42, plus the weight of the bar… Let's say 1950. Two more plates and you'll be over a ton." "Whew… Let's make it 6 more plates. I feel strong. What would that be?" "2250." Kenny put the plates on. World's hands were on the bar and he took a few deep breaths. "Huhnnnn." The bar was off the rests. It dropped down slowly, just below his pecs, then he pushed it up, brushing the bar against them. 25 rythmic reps followed. World carefully placed the bar back, then dropped his arms to the floor. "Damn that burns," he winced. "Need an X-pump." Kenny walked behind the bench as he tore the wrapper off. Still laying on his back, World tried to reach it with his hand. But his pec blocked his arm, so he let it fall back to the floor. He smiled at the ceiling. Kenny hand fed him. The light from the skylight glistened off of his heaving steel-drum pecs. Blood was rushing to them now and they heightened. Kenny put his two hands up to his face and pantomimed blowing air into balloon. Will's eyes rolled back to look at him. He chuckled. His chest continued to swell, the shadow it through lengthened and gradually covered his face. After a couple of minutes World sat up, rolling the huge things out. They hung heavy and pulsing. He arched his back, bouncing them up to his chin. His nipples were stretched across the bottom of them, easily a foot across. "Kenny, better rub some E on me, this is a F*$% @in' awesome pump today." He pulled his shoulders back, stretching out the thick cords of muscle fibers. "Lookin' FREAKED World!" Said a gymrat who had been watching the whole time. World lifted his monstrous arm. His shoulder rose above his head. The mountainous peak of his bicep rose almost to his fist. "97" he said. "Cold?" World looked back at his arm "Doesn't it look like 97? I had it pumped to a hundred and ten the other day." "119" Kenny corrected him. "119" World repeated. He rose to his feet. He towered over Kenny. He was 7' foot 8" and just about as wide. The exaggerated pumps had not only engorged his muscles, it also stimulated new bone growth. It had allowed his body to adapt, to accommodate his daily expanding muscle mass. Lengthening his collarbone, arms and legs. His hands and feet were huge and thick; If he wore shoes, he'd need a 45 triple E. Only his face still looked human, although his neck and jaws were now massive. World shifted into a double bicep pose. His giant shoulders pulled his pecs up to his cheeks and pinned back his ears. "Whatchew weigh now?" "Kenny, what I weigh now?" "Best guess… he's over 1600 lbs now." Kenny answered back. "How big you want to ge?." World lower his arms to his lats. His head looked ridiculously small between his log traps. He puffed up his chest, paused for a moment, then inflated it even bigger with a deep breath through his nose. His arms were forced outward. His upper His legs looked welded together, pushing each other out into a semi-circle. "Just another 50 lbs man, just another 50 lbs." he turned toward Kenny. "let's blow up these tris next. I want these arms to be over a hundred when I wake up tomorrow.