From: "Rick ricksterct@aol.com" 

THE SUPERIOR MAN

Human CytoGenetics Research Lab 

The experimental gene enhancement project has in it's 9th month. The carrier 
of the implanted infant was Lillian Monte. She was chosen after interviewing 
thousands of women. The researchers were looking for a past history of 
superior genetics and her family line had them. No disease history, a 
muscular family line and incredible looks. The "father" of the altered fetes 
is one of the founders of the project. Frank Gargano, an extremely muscular. 
arrogant man some considered "dangerous" and "power hungry" who also has a 
healthy family tree. Every one of his relatives look as though they come from 
the perfect mold, in looks and strength. He was an athlete and incredibly 
intelligent. He and 3 other's came up with the idea of genetic altering with 
the hopes of building a human that could live much longer. The fetes was 
injected with mixes of serum that was developed in a lab to enhance this 
future man's performance and health. Lillian carried one of 3 attempts in 
this experiment. The first of the three died 6 month into the project along 
with it's mother. The second,  is in Colorado and is only 4 months still in 
it's mother's womb.

10:35 pm July 7th, the first successful birth of an enhanced human was over 
with horrifying results. The child, named Michael Gargano or H. E. R. C.  #1 
(Human Experiment Research Child) came out of the womb laterally tearing his 
mother apart. Lillian died on the table from mass internal injuries caused by 
the baby.  He weighed 22 pounds and had an incredible armor of muscle on his 
body. The infant was already lifting his head and reaching and grabbing 
objects at birth. Dale was amazed how dense in weight the infant was. The 
violent death of Lillian put the project into a tailspin. The secret 
investors pulled out and the other woman carrying the second project went 
into hiding with it's "father" when the researchers attempted to remove the 
fetes from her womb, after all, she still viewed the unborn experiment as her 
child and hoped the man who fathered this experiment would figure out a way 
to deliver the child without the same horrifying results.

Michael was being raised by his father Frank. Frank wasn't your typical 
father. He didn't teach Michael the normal things a father would teach his 
son. Frank's real interest in him was to see what his son was capable of. 
Michael showed an intelligence of a normal 5 year old but that's the only 
thing that was normal about him. Michael was extremely aggressive and 
powerful. His body showed an incredible muscular structure for his young age. 
Frank's goal was to push this aggression. His son was 4 times as strong as 
any child his age. That's where this secret experiment excelled...in 
aggression, strength and size and Frank knew this was the route to take. He 
taught his young son that the strong rule and to be the strongest was to be 
the ruler. Frank cut off all ties with the few remaining people in the 
project and was showing his true side ... he wanted to develop a weapon, a 
human weapon that was so powerful that no man or machine could stop him, and 
Michael was to be rained as that weapon.

Michael...Mike as his friends now called him was now 15. He was looking in 
the mirror. The years of Frank's influence molded him into a muscle bound, 
incredible powerful, arrogant teen. He lifted his right arm and flexed. 19" 
of twisted powerful muscle which rose to form a huge bicep. He liked what he 
saw, he LOVED who he was. He was a 15 year old that stood 5'8, weighed 205 
pounds of pure muscle. His incredible black Italian eyes screamed power. 
Everything about his son showed superiority, his looks, confidence and over 
all size right down to a huge 11 1/2 inch long x 8 1/2 "round monster that 
hung between his legs. He was benching 405 with ease. His father taught him 
at home because of several encounters with other children Mike would bully 
and beat up. Frank didn't want people to focus on Mike because of his 
strength and size...not yet. Frank had a plan to make Mike famous for his 
power. He realized that with the right guidance that Mike could soon be the 
most muscular, strongest man on the planet and he wanted this fame for his 
son. Mike would hang at the river with the other kids who wanted to be his 
friends. Mike knew he was far superior but tolerated them just because he 
needed an out let to show off. The kids would yell out challenged to the 
massive teen and he would do them. "Pick up that rock," Tony Richardson 
yelled, pointing at a boulder that weighed a good 600 pounds. Mike put his 
hand on the boulder and attempted to lift it. "AAARRRHHH" Mike yelled as he 
slowly lifted the rock, pushing his strength to the limit. Sweat pouring from 
his head his muscles bulged. Then it happened...just like the past few times. 
A surge of strength. His body was adapting. His strength jumped in levels and 
his muscle mass increased. His father explained this as a sudden release of 
testosterone and other chemicals injected in him as a fetes. This was 
occurring during purity and would eventually max out when purity was over. 

That max was in no way clear to Frank. There was no telling how muscular or 
powerful his son would be when his body was completely mature. The kids were 
amazed and cheered. The boulder now felt as though it weighed nothing. Mike's 
shirt exploded off of him revealing an ever more muscular frame. Mike slammed 
the boulder down and with a cocky grin slammed his fist into it, shattering 
it into several small pieces. "WHOOOA" was the sound of the kids watching. 
Mike felt his thick cock starting to swell. He new by that happening that he 
was in what he called a "power rush" ... his body was building with strength 
and he was getting off on releasing it. He picked up a palm sized rock and 
grinned at the watching kids. "That ain't nothin", Mike said as he closed his 
huge hand around the rock and squeezed. His arm grew as the muscle seemed to 
pulsate. Mike opened his hand and in his palm was a pile of sand.

Mike was basking in his size and strength. He was now a year older. He was 
265 pounds of muscle. He was at the river bed again near the old coal house. 
More then his friends gathered to watch him now. He loved the attention. 
"Come on, I did the car thing a few times" Mike yelled at a man who suggested 
he lift a car. "Use your imagination..be creative" Mike said. "Let's see what 
these babies are capable of doing". With that, Mike flexed his biceps which 
were measuring 24". "I got it !" , yelled a local teen pointing to the old 
coal house. " The steel over head loading doors, they still work. See if you 
could stop these monsters." The crowd followed Mike and the teen to the door. 
Mike looked up at them. The door was pure steel, about 5 inches thick. They 
where lowered and raised by a system of giant steel gears and run by an old 
huge workhorse electric engine. A man turned on the doors and they tested 
them to see if they worked. The teen placed a penny under the door as they 
lowered. When the door was lifted and the penny was flat, as though a 20 ton 
train ran over it. 

Mike stood under the door as it slowly lowered to his upper chest and then 
shut off. Mike's hands grabbed it and his massive legs took a stance to help 
hold the door. Mike's massive pecs flexed out as the door rested on the upper 
half of them. "OK..READY" Mike yelled as the switch was thrown and the huge 
gears started turning. Mike grunted as the power of the door was more then he 
expected. The gears slowed almost to a stop as the massively powerful teen's 
arms exploded on size. Mike was trying to military press the giant door. The 
crowd watched in awe as the silence was broke by Mike, yelling, grunting in 
attempt to defeat this door and the powerful machine that ran it. The door's 
gears where whining at a stand still. Neither man or machine was winning. 
Suddenly a huge click came from the gears as it was able to advance one space 
and then another. "Holy shit, Mike's doing to his knees", yelled the teen in 
disbelief. Mike's thick powerful legs slowly began to buckle under the doors 
pressure. "AAAAUUUUUGGG" Mike yelled, trying to find more strength. Mike 
dropped to one knee and the crowd gasp.

 Once again, Mike could feel his bulge in his shorts thickened. It was that 
power rush. Mike's back started to spread even wider then it ever has before. 
His biceps and pecs swelled  and his legs tore the seams of his shorts as the 
gears stopped. With a huge push the gears clanged and snapped. Mike slowly 
lifted the door as the motor smoked and seized up. The steel bent as Mike's 
hands pushed it upwards. Mike turned to the awestruck crowd, bounced his 
thick massive pecs and said, "Now that's power!!". Mike saw his father emerge 
from the crowd with his chest puffed out in pride of his boy. "OK son,  come 
on home...it's time we showed the world what you're made of"....... 

It was now a year later since Mike folded the steel door at the old coal 
house down near the river. On that day Mike's father Frank made the decision 
to make the most out of Mike's enhanced biological makeup that he and 2 other 
scientist have given him. He pushed his son in every way to increase size and 
strength...to get the most out of the superior genetics he had. This was most 
evident in the last year. Frank knew that Mike's strength will reach it's 
incredible peak when puberty is complete, and by that time he wants his son 
to be the most massively muscular, most powerful beast in history of man. He 
drilled it in Mike's head since the day that he was born that the strongest 
come first and he made sure Mike knew HE was the STRONGEST!  Frank had a 
plan, a plan that would make both him and his muscle bound freak of a son 
extremely wealthy and famous.

Mike walked out of the gym built in the basement of their home. A gym that 
had weights with hydraulic resistance and magnetic pull to make them 100 
times heavier then any weight a man has ever lifted. The results were 
startling. The ground literally shook with every step this musclebound 18 
year old took. He stopped and looked into the wide mirror that made up the 
wall in the "posing room" and flexed. "YEAH!!" he said, showing he liked what 
he saw. Frank came in with a measuring tape that was much larger then the 
average tape. "Let's see what we got going for us son." Frank said as Mike 
grunted and flexed his right bicep. "28 1/2", that's the man !" Frank said as 
he continued onto his quads. An incredible 40" stretched the tape over the 
flexed tree trunk. Every measurement was mind boggling, 25 calves, 26 neck 
... his son was MASSIVE. 

"OK, 34 waist and an awesome 8 pack going.. lets see what these pecs are 
showing." Frank wrapped the tape around his son's thick, round pecs. He could 
feel the strength in them as his fingers couldn't start to even dent the 
slabs of steel plated muscle. "Damn Mike, 78," you're off the fuckin' scale." 
Frank said as he checked the growth projection sheet. Frank's heart was 
beating incredibly fast and started to become hard as he realized the size of 
his son is even greater then he figured. The mere thought of his son's 
extraordinary size and strength excited him. He was getting off on Mike's 
strength almost as his son was. "Go shower and change, we have people to 
see," he said as he came back to reality.

There was always a crowd around the Gargano home. The word spread like wild 
fire about the 17 year old that destroyed Mr. Olympia in a bodybuilding 
contest 6 months ago. And the attention he got after breaking every lifting 
record known to man was all his father's doing. Frank thrust his son's 
extraordinary abilities into the spot light shortly after the door incident 
down at the coal house. With that he and his son gained instant fame as he 
would rush his boy into contest after contest and quickly rushed him off 
after the easy victories to avoid serious questions. 

This action caused a slight back lash as some people wanted to know how Mike 
got so massive and powerful.  People tried to come down hard on Frank, asking 
more and more questions about Mike, questions that Frank refused to answer. 
The search into Frank's past showed up nothing also because of a change of 
name he did shortly after the H. E. R. C. project fell apart. Frank seemed to 
dodge the questions form the press but today feels far more comfortable. 
Today is Mike's 18th birthday and now no state agency could accuse him of 
everything from letting his son use drugs to child abuse like they have in 
the past year. Today Mike was legally a man. The front door to the house 
opened as Frank got the over sized pick up truck and pulled it through the 
crowd. Mike walked out the front door one shoulder at a time. 

Mike was wearing a v cut skin tight nylon T shirt. A shirt so tight that it 
showed off every muscle, every powerful curve. A red shirt that was so 
tightly stretched across his thick four foot wide back that the color seemed 
to be faded into a pale pinkish hue. Mike's pecs bulged out like two 1/2 
bowling balls. The shirt was so form fitting that it hugged them as if his 
torso was painted. You could count each of the 8 deeply carved powerful abs 
that flowed down his trunk. His arms, relaxed and hanging at his sides looked 
like two 70 pound hams where his biceps sat. His arms flaring outward from 
his powerful lats which were so powerfully thick. His walk was more of a 
shift back and forth as each massive quad literally had to move around the 
other. He was wearing jeans that were custom made to fit him. The jeans were 
skin tight as well. Jeans made of an extra strong elastic based thread so 
they could slightly expand to the over sized pillars that made up his legs. 
His quads looked as though they would bust through the material. The massive 
bulge that was made from his thick, long cock and huge balls strained the 
zipper to the limit as his quads pushed the boy's meat outward. Even his 
facial features were of pure power. His eyes were dark and deep with 
strength, his square chin and Italian features made him God like. He's been 
called perfect in every way and HE KNEW IT!

Children asking for his autograph, reporters asking questions and just on 
lookers who wanted to see the most powerful teen in the world flex his 
muscles were greeted with a cold, powerful icy stare as he easily muscled his 
way through the crowd, actually knocking over several people like a bull 
dozer. Mike had no time for people unless he was in need of an audience. He 
thought of the crowds as beings far less of himself. He felt as though it was 
an honor for them just to see him, never mind talk to him. Mike got in the 
Ultra Heavy Pick Up as his side sunk down a good 2 feet making the shocks 
squeal from his weight of 420 pounds which seemed even freakier on his 5'10 
frame. A reporter jumped toward the door and stuck a microphone in his face 
and ask "How does it feel to be the strongest man in history ?"  Mike replied 
by saying nothing, just smirking and taking the top of the microphone and 
squeezing it, easily shattering it into tiny pieces of plastic and metal. And 
the truck drove off.

They pulled into the Ramos Research Lab where Frank and Mike both agreed with 
scientist that he would have his strength tested and measured on his 18th 
birthday. They also made it clear that they will answer no question on how 
Michael Gargano came to this size. But that didn't seem to matter anymore to 
his millions of fans. The world was engulfed with the power of this cocky, 
huge ego, musclebound teen that all they wanted to see is what he was capable 
of doing. This drew the attention of the entire world. Everyone wanted to 
know how strong this titan was and if there was a limit to his strength. 
Every news agency was covering this story, some live. After taking Mike's 
measurements they lead Mike and his father into a huge room. Several people 
were in there watching along with dozens of news cameras. Mike loved the 
attention, he felt as though he deserved it. Scientist were standing next to 
several machines they built to test Mike's strength with. He went through the 
smaller test with ease. A grip machine to test hand strength, a hydraulic 
bench press that measured tons of pressure, a hydraulic squat machine. 

Mike broke several of the smaller machines and the larger hydraulic ones 
maxed out. The scientist where dumb founded and Mike actually seemed bored. 
"We have some stronger ones over here," one of the head scientist said as he 
walked the massive teen over to a machine that looked more like a torture 
device. "NO !" said one of the other men in the room. "We want to measure his 
strength, not kill him. I told you that machine was not to be used." The 
scientist was talking of a machine that his coworker developed for this 
experiment, one that was rejected because it could cause injury. "Wait," Mike 
said as the curiosity arose in him. The machine was massive and solid. The 
hydraulics on this thing were 5 times bigger on any machine used but Mike had 
no idea how it worked. " Listen Einstein, let's use the machine. Look at the 
fuckin size of me. You guys didn't even bring me to a sweat. No machine could 
stop me .... fuck, nothing could stop me!" Mike said, raising his voice. 
"Very well, hook him up." The scientist said to the other. Dr. Grey , a man 
who wanted fame designed this machine to literally crush Mike's massive 
torso. The fame he would get for having the machine that overpowered the 
world's strongest being would make him famous. Mike stood there as Dr. Grey 
wrapped huge cords of titanium bands over Mike's powerful torso and his 
tremendous guns, locking them at his side. 

The metal locked into a titanium bolts and had atomantium links which where 
going to be pulled by another titanium band. "What the hell does this thing 
do?" Mike ask. " Well Mr. Gargano, the machine is a hydraulic retractor made 
of titanium and atomantium, 2 of the strongest metals on the face of the 
earth. As the machine is turned on a solid atomantium barrel which weighs 
2200 pounds will pull into the machine inwhich the bands will tighten and 
close in, like a bear hug. We will measure the strength you give to resist 
until you tell us to shut Frank turned to the camera's and official stated 
the rules of the challenge which he knew there will be millions to be made. 
The entire world listened as the man spoke next to his cocky, powerful son 
who was bouncing and rolling his over sized pecs. 

Every person watched their televisions with awe. Some of the people couldn't 
wait to watch these challenges and there were those who even wanted to 
compete against this monster with dreams of testing their own strength 
against this unstoppable beast..... especially Brian Quinn, a 17 year old 
boy, who with his father and late mother hid in the mountains of Colorado for 
the last 17 years. In hiding from an experiment that went horrible wrong. An 
experiment in which the first attempt a fetes died 3 months into the 
pregnancy. The next attempt worked with a birth of an infant but the death of 
it's mother. That infant was named Michael Gargano.  5 months later the third 
infant was born, he would be named..... Brian Quinn.

The rules were stated by Frank Gargano for anyone on the planet to challenge 
his musclebound son Mike in strength. It was a pyramid challenge that would 
take place in four quarters. The first would involve a state-by-state arm-
wrestling and lifting contest. In the second quarter the winners of each 
state would face off in an elimination tournament that would decide the U.S. 
finalist. The third quarter would determine the strongest man worldwide, with 
the winner from each country participating. Then 3 months later that man 
would face Michael Gargano in a test of strength chosen at random, a match of 
brute power for dominance that would be broadcast live around the world. 
Sponsors quickly jumped on the bandwagon to put on the event. They put up 10 
million dollars for the winner. 

Thousands signed up. Every corner of the world had men who thought that maybe 
they could take this teen monster. The contest began as the participants 
struggled to overpower each other. But in Colorado, the 17 year old named 
Brian Quinn had to wait on the advice of his father, Dennis, who thought his 
son needed some training. Dennis knew his boy was special, but looking at 
Michael Gargano on t.v. he could see that Mike was bigger, more aggressive 
and stronger..possibly far stronger. Dennis had hidden his son Brian from the 
world, unlike his former partner Dale...now Frank Gargano. He saw in Brian so 
many of the same things he saw in the musclebound teen he viewed on 
television. The boy's muscle size and strength was incredible. He saw his son 
Brian lift a 2 ton prize bull  on his shoulders and carry it over a half mile 
after the steer broke it's leg. 

He watched his son admire the massive muscle on himself but not make a public 
show of it like Michael Gargano had. He saw his son have the same "power 
rushes" and massive muscle growth spasms as the Gargano monster. Yet he 
sheltered his son from the freak show Frank had thrust his boy into. Still, 
Dennis knew that deep down inside of his son was a monster just like Michael. 
A monster that was screaming to be released. So he would train his son. He 
knew Brian wasn't ready yet. He was not sure when or if his son would ever be 
ready to face this tower of strength. But Dennis would stand by his son as 
Brian grew from boyhood into manhood.

It was the eve of the 3rd annual "Test Of The Titans" and Michael Gargano was 
now 21 years old. " I'm fuckin' incredible !" Mike said as he ran his huge 
hand up his massive over muscled torso. His hand was actually trembling as it 
ran over the rock- hard cobblestone that made up his 8 pack abs. Then the 
mighty hand hit a mountain. A mountain of muscle mass that was one of his 
monsterous pecs. Pecs that were so thick that the girth under them jetted out 
10" as they appeared to defy gravity. He felt his dick harden slightly, 
slowly stretching the green and black striped short spandex he wore. The 
massive bulge between his legs seemed to go right along with the rest of his 
extremely powerful form.  

He looked at the camera that was focused on him in a pre-contest interview. 
"Look at this.." he said as he lifted his right arm and slowly flexed it. The 
massive muscle seemed like a bowling ball covered with a thin layer of skin 
and veins. " WOW !" the reported stated as he went on to ask his stats. " 32" 
biceps, 88" chest, 35 waist, 46 quads, 475 lbs on a 5'10 frame...and that's 
not even pumped! Now this is size and power !" Mike declared. In the last two 
challenges Mike devastated the men he faced. The test of strength only lasted 
seconds. And in those seconds Mike had made millions of dollars. Frank 
Gargano stood next to his son in the interview and couldn't help but 
interrupt him..." My son is at an all-time height in size and strength. That 
Turkish powerlifter tomorrow  is going to be like a turkey armwrestling an 
eagle! And if Mike snaps this man's arm I don't want to hear any whining. My 
son is pure power ."  With that Frank picked up a baseball bat and said to 
the camera "Kids, don't try this at home....", Mike gave one of his cockiest 
smirks to the camera as he hit a most muscular pose. A pose that was so thick 
with mass the his head seemed to be engulfed in his muscle. His pec slabs 
were so massive that they actually lifted up his chin as they jetted upwards 
and out. Frank took the bat and with a full batter's swing he slammed it into 
Mike's pecs. The sound on contact was a huge crackling thud. The bat then 
exploded into splinters of broken wood. Mike didn't flinch.  He then stood 
erect and bounced his pecs, still smirking. Frank looked at Mike, "That's my 
boy! Lets get out of here". Frank and Mike both left.

Frank trained Mike in the last 3 years like he never had before. In those 3 
years Frank saw his huge son experience a few shorter power rushes until they 
were completely done. The enhancer in Mike's blood stream had totally been 
exhausted, as predicted, now that he was through puberty. The size and 
strength Mike was left with was phenomenal. Mike's superior genes had been 
pushed to their limits and the musclebound man loved every ounce of his size 
and strength.

Mike could think of nothing but the contest tomorrow. He loved the glory of 
humiliating another man with his strength. The first year of the contest Mike 
arm- wrestled a Russian powerlifter and not only beat him but then put him in 
a full nelson that literally shattered the man. The next year it was a 
Californian strong man. Mike devestated him also and then tortured him even 
worse then the man the year before. Mike believed that a man should pay for 
just the mere thought that he could compare to Mike's superior size and 
strength. Mike watched the television as they showed the Turkish wrestler  
flex his 27" biceps as if to intimidate the American Hercules. Mike laughed 
and actually started to get hard at the thought of taking the Turkish man 
apart.

Mike went down to the old coal house where it all started. His father had 
turned the abandoned building into a training center for his son. Everything 
was state of the art. The lifting equipment that was magnetically controlled 
to stand up to Mike's incredible strength. In the center of it all was a new 
device that Frank and his friend Dr. Grey had created to test Mike. Mike's 
favorite way of showing his immense strength was through arm-wrestling. The 
device was a titanium-built arm with a magnetic pull that could tear a small 
mountain in half. On the arm was a readout that showed strength, 1 being the 
lowest reading in strength (about the output equaling a speeding mac truck) 
to the number 10 (equaling the force of a shuttle craft engines at full 
throttle). Mike eyed the device and grinned his now famous cocky grin. "This 
is gonna be fun ".  Frank wrapped a band around Mike's bicep with a wire 
connected to the machine. The band would stretch to measure the size of 
Mike's gun as he flexed. 

Mike sat at the machine and locked his huge hand into the titanium bar. His 
guns swelled to their 32 inches in full gear when his father through the 
switch. The device lit up with power. Mike's arm tightened and flexed. Both 
the immovable machine and unstoppable limb of Mike shook as Mike moved it 
slowly. Frank looked at the numbers on the machine as they shot past 1..then 
2....then 3...over 4 and 5, right to 6. Frank looked up at his son. His face 
was as red as could be.  He strained to find all of his 
strength..."uugggghHHHHHGGHHH". The powerful device withstood Mike's 
incredible strength. The machine's needle shot to 6 1/2...7... Mike's arm was 
now measuring a pumped 35" . The band around Mike's bicep popped, not being 
made to measure a now unexpected 36". Mike loved this. He worked best at 
times when his strength was being pushed. His cock throbbed with power as he 
felt he was going to blow a massive load right in his spandex shorts. Now his 
strength was in full control of him.  With one last groan, Mike began to bend 
the super hard metal and the arm screeched. The needle shot to 10 and tried 
to surpass it, having nowhere to go. "OK, OK son," Frank said, placing his 
hand on his boy's muscle-packed bicep. Mike couldn't stop right away and kept 
pushing.  Frank looked down at his hand in shock. 

It didn't cover 1/4 of the bicep head. He could feel the power running 
through it ... it felt incredible. He had never held his son's bicep while it 
was powered up like this. The cablelike vein that ran down the huge dome of 
the bicep was beating with strength. He started to get aroused and quickly 
pulled his hand off of the pulsating mound of power that was Mike's bicep. He 
couldn't being to imagine what his son must feel inside. He only could 
compare the feeling to what a godlike Hercules must feel.  Dr Grey looked 
over the readouts. "Incredible...fucking incredible !"He said out loud. " 
Michael's strength is far more then I thought it was. His biceps measured 
36.2" pumped before the band failed. He gave out enough power in his The next 
day at the Olympia Stadium thousands came to a sold- out house to watch the 
match. Cameras were showing the event live on television, just like the 2 
years before. The first year there was a huge audience and the next even 
bigger. This year was the biggest yet. It was like the Super Bowl. 

Everyone knew what the outcome would be. But it was Mike's looks, body, 
strength and attitude people wanted to see. He was the man everyone loved to 
hate. The event was filled with interviews and pictures of both men. There 
were lights flashing and drums roared as the place went black except for the 
center stage where a huge, hairy man stood. He was 6'6 and had a body of a 
thick, hard as a boulder powerlifter. He called himself Samson, claiming to 
be as mighty as the legendary strongman.  He made it through the ranks by 
defeating man after man in hopes of discovering a way to take down Mike. 
Suddenly, music blared as the huge crowd stood. Out of a corner, a door 
opened and a massive, musclebound man stepped out. He was wearing an 
oversized sweatshirt that would be a tent on anyone else. But on him, the 
shirt was stretched over the mounds of muscle. He had on short spandex that 
he was now famous for wearing, spandex that was tight over his rock-hard 
lifter's ass. The shorts covered his manly bulge, a bulge that seemed to be a 
30 pound potato shoved between his legs. Mike was pumped to the max. Every 
muscle stretching their limits. 

Mike then flexed and grunted every muscle at once in his upper body. A the 
muscle exploded suddenly in size, the sweat shirt tore at every seam. Yje 
rags that once made up the shirt fell to Mike's feet.  He stood there letting 
people take in his massive form. His thick-slabbed pecs, 5 foot wide 
shoulders and his 46 "quads that made him walk in a stance of pure power. He 
liked a good show and he knew how to put one on. He smiled arrogantly as he 
flexed a pumped 36" bicep. Mike sat at the table across from the burly man 
and hardly made note of his presence. Mike locked hands with the taller man.. 

The Turk couldn't get over how muscular Mike was in person, the width of his 
shoulders and back. He took in how Mike's shoulders looked as round as 
bowling balls and probably as hard. He was amazed that Mike's hands were as 
big as his, if not bigger. But Samson never showed the amazement on his hard, 
powerful face. Mike never took his eyes off his father as the ref counted 
down...3...2...1..GO ! The Turkish man grunted and growled. He pushed with 
all his might. At this size there was no technique, only sheer muscling 
strength. Samson couldn't budge Mike. Mike played with his opponent for a few 
seconds but quickly grew bored. The crowds were going wild, waiting to see 
Mike destroy the guy. Frank saw Mike was wanting to get this part over with, 
so with a proud grin he yelled to his son.."Take him down, Mike". Mike turned 
his head and looked into the Samson's eyes. The man could see the power in 
Mike's glare. The dark color of his eyes seemed to have a flame burning deep 
within them. S

Frank looked over Mike's huge shoulder and his mouth dropped. There stood a 
man, about 20 years old. A massive, musclebound  blond man. 
Mike glared at him and he glared back. The man stepped forward and his thick 
pecs pressed into Mike's. Mike stepped forward as did the man again. Neither 
one could move the other. The stranger looked at Mike and in a deep voice he 
said , "You want to try picking on somebody your own size ?" And the crowd 
went wild.

Frank looked in shock as Mike pressed his super massive pec slabs into the 
blond man's heaving chest and couldn't move him. Frank saw a man standing 
behind the young monster. He knew this man. It was Dennis Quinn, one of the 
scientist from the H.E.R.C. project. That means that this muscle bound blond 
must be his enhanced "boy." But this was no boy. Brian Quinn stood 5'9, 
almost an inch and 1/2 shorter than Mike. He weighed a massive 468 pounds 
compared to Mikes 475. His biceps were slightly smaller than Mike's but his 
88" chest equaled his. His massive quads were the most impressive body part 
on this beast. A whopping 49," 3 1/2 inches thicker than Mike's..even more 
impressive because Brian was almost a year younger. But it was Mike who had 
the fire in his eyes. The boy was driven by his strength and size. This was 
the most important thing to him, nothing mattered more and nothing or no one 
came close. Brian on the other hand was just finding out what he was capable 
of doing with his huge muscles. 

He always secretly got off on squatting 3000 pound bulls on his father's 
farm, or flexing for the hired help. The last year of his life his father 
trained him getting him ready for this showdown with the cocky Gargano boy. 
And now his father let him let loose and Mike would be the test of strength 
he always fantasized about. Mike was on top of the mountain and Brian was 
hungry ... and toppling Mike would be what he needed to feed this hunger. But 
Mike was powerful and not about to be shown up. This was Mike's world and 
nobody knew the rules and how to play it more then he did.

The crowd was on their feet as the cameras went in for a close up of the 
stare down. "Who is this monster ?!" The announcer ask. Dennis stepped 
forward "Brian Quinn... The STRONGEST man in the world !" He answered. "Fuck 
you Quinn. Mike is stronger, more muscular." Frank yelled. "Yeah? Well, lets 
find out !" Dennis said as he walked over to the arm wrestling table in the 
center of the ring. "Come on son. Let's show the world what you could do to 
this overly muscled ego maniac." He said, coaching Brian over  to the table. 
Brian, still looking at Mike walked over to the table. Frank looked at Mike 
and grinned, " Take him down," he said was Mike walked to the other end of 
the table. Brian's tight fitting shorts began to bulge as his long, super 
thick cock began to swell at the though of the challenge. Mike looked down at 
the bulging mound and ran his hand over his own equally as big pouch.. 
showing that his big hand couldn't cover half of the bulge. The officials 
locked measuring bands around their biceps to see the size of the guns as 
they battled. The two said nothing as the locked hands and their biceps grew. 
They struggled even before the officials gave the starting go. 

The ref held the locked huge paws of the two monsters and counted down... 
3...2...1...GO! He released their hands as their biceps exploded in size. 
Veins, looking like cables, shot down their arms.The bands shot to 31" on the 
challenger and 33" on the champion. 

Brian's head thrusted back, shocked at the strength Mike had in his leg sized 
arm. Mike gave out a grunt as he soared to 100% of his strength, not moving 
Brian a fraction. People were going nuts watching these two gladiators trying 
to out muscle the other. Frank was in Mike's face, screaming at him to take 
down "this pussy boy." Dennis was into it also, more then he thought he would 
be. He looked at his son's biceps as though he was looking at them for the 
first time. The size was immense, but slightly shadowed by Mike's superior 
sized guns. But Brian was holding Mike off, equaling his strength ... 
doing something no man or machine was capable of doing to the unstoppable 
Michael Gargano. Suddenly there was movement. Dennis saw a spark in Mike's 
eyes as Brian's mighty flexed arm went down slightly ... but steadily. Mike's 
bicep measurement was now at an incredible 34 1/2." Brian yelled out loud, 
trying to find the strength to stop this monster. Brian's pecs rose upward to 
his chin, his back flared outward and Mike's unstoppable arm stopped! Brian 
was beet red as he continued to yell. His arm was a quarter way down when he 
stopped Mike's assault. Mike kept pushing, his father screaming in his ear to 
give more power. "Push...PUSH !!" Frank yelled. Mike's eyes suddenly grew 
round as Brian started to take Mike's arm up ward. 

The crowd went wild, never before seeing a man actual start to best Mike 
Gargano. Their biceps shook as the strength ran through them. 

Brian took Mike's over sized arm back to the starting point. Mike poured on 
the power, attempting to stop Brian from bring him into the neutral zone of 
the contest. Brian's arm pushed as did Mikes. The camera went in super close, 
hoping to catch Mike's arm going over to the losing side for the first time 
ever. Mike couldn't believe this was happening. He was using 110% of his 
strength and Brian was equaling him. They both struggled at the starting 
position ... teetering back and forth slightly. Mike suddenly gave a surge of 
raw power and Brian quickly shot out his own rush of strength. Their biceps 
grew even bigger as Mike gave his all. Brian's guns shot to a 33" measurement 
as Mike's larger biceps hit an all time high of 35" ! 

But he still didn't move Brian. He looked down at his own massive gun. He 
knew this was the time to take Brian down. He collected all the strength in 
him and then Mike let it explode. Every muscle in his giant torso flexed as 
he gave everything he had into his mighty arm. 

Brian's entire body jumped as his strength countered again against Mike's. 
This time the impossible started to happen as Mike's arm slowly went into the 
losing position for the first time in his life.  

Brian surged again as Mike yelled out..."UUUGGGHHHHH" . He felt his strength 
beginning to be over taken.  people were going crazy as Mike found the power 
to stop Brian's arm and the two struggled for control. At the same time both 
massive men grunted and surged with pure strength and power. This last test 
was too much for the undefeated Michael as his arm was sent through the table 
by Brian's pumped cannon. Suddenly, the table supporting the two struggling 
titans collapsed. The strain of the power struggle and the weight of these 
two monsters was far too much for it.

Mike's massive form crashed into Brian's as they both fell forward. Mike shot 
upright to his feet and roared in anger. He glared at Brian, who stood there, 
almost shocked that he was out muscling and over powering Mike.  Brian's arms 
were pumped like never before. 

His muscle enlarged by pure strength. His short spandex strained to hold in 
the massive mound of his thick man hood which was pulsating from power. Mike 
then threw a devastating punch into Brian's right pec. The contact was loud 
was powerful. Brian grunted and stepped back from the unexpected assault. 
"Tear him apart !" Frank yelled to Mike. Mike then threw another punch, this 
time into Brian's abs, slightly folding him over. He then hammered his fist 
into Brian's wide, thickly muscled back. Brian didn't move. Then he stood 
upright with a look of rage on his face. Mike threw another shot into Brian, 
but this time he blocked it. Brian returned a punch into Mike's super pumped 
pecs. Mike stumbled backwards into the wall, shocked that another man could 
move him. Brian jumped into Mike sending both their massive bodies threw the 
cement wall and tumbling outside. They both traded blows that would kill a 
moose. Neither one gave in as the two shot slow, powerful, deliberate punched 
into each other's super sized torsos. Nobody tried to stop the battle, 
fearing serious harm. Mike threw three brutal blows into Brian's pecs, hardly 
moving him. Brian bounced his thick pecs and cockily ask if that's the best 
he could give. "You think you're a bad mother ?" Mike ask as he started to 
grin. "Give me your best shot..." Mike said as he flexed his pecs outward 
into two slabs that looked like domes the side of half globes. 

The skin stretched as the muscle surrounded his chin. The thick muscle was 
harder than titanium. Mike braced his powerful legs and taunted Brian to 
throw his best punch into his immovable mass. He knew Brian would break his 
hand on his 88" flexed pecs and this would be the end of the new comer. 
Brian, engulfed in rage, looked at the massive Michael Gargano. He never 
looked more muscular, more powerful."No Brian, Don't fall for  it !" Dennis 
said, knowing that Mike's torso was slightly more muscular then his son's. 
"Try and move him ... PUSSY BOY!" Frank yelled, hoping to push Brian into 
Mike's fatal plan. With that, Brian pulled his massive arm back and threw his 
best punch into Mike's flexed slabs of muscle. Mike was ready and flexed to 
the max. The contact was explosive. The sound of Brian's unstoppable arm 
slamming into Mike's immovable musclebound torso was thunderous. Mike gasp as 
the power of Brian's fist broke through the super dense muscle mass of his 
pecs. Mike's powerful legs stepped back as his Herculean torso stumbled into 
the woods. Mike dropped to one knee in defeat as Brian took advantage and 
tackled him. The two massive men rolled each other, crushing everything in 
their way like a massive steam roller. 

Mike's cock swelled, trying to find strength to stop the upsetting defeat. 
Frank, running into the wooded area tried to clear his head and figure out a 
way to stop Brian. He stood at the edge of a hill which the two monsters 
rolled down and looked in shock as Brian stood over the fallen champion of 
power. His son looked so massive laying there. His arms ballooned outward 
with a pump that surpassed anything he ever had before. But that massive pump 
wasn't good enough to stop Brian. Brian circled his prey, flexing his own 
giant biceps. Frank watched in horror as Brian's arms grew with each flex. 
Dennis suddenly appeared  and shouted to Brian, "son...do what I say...." 
Dennis was a super smart man. He was the actual founder of the H.E.R.C. 
project and most of the enhancement chemicals used in the fetuses where his 
own creations. He must have found a new drug he used on his son. An 
enhancement that made him a superior man to Michael Gargano. 

"Tap into his strength source Brian. Do like I showed you. 

Take his strength !" Dennis yelled. Brian, now power hungry looked up at his 
father and smiled. He then looked down at Mike, who has now trying to get up. 
Brian upper cut Mike in the jaw, sending him on his back with the force hard 
enough to shake the ground. Still trying to find more strength, Mike's cock 
continued to swell, making it look as though he had a melon between his legs. 
Brian then grabbed Mike's shorts and with ease ripped them from him. Mike's 
thick long cock fell to the side of his leg. His balls were round and filled 
with cum. Then it hit Frank. The source of the strength in the enhanced 
monsters laid in there blood. Dennis was going to have Brian suck the 
cum...and strength right out of Mike, making Brain far more powerful. 
Mike looked up in disbelief as Brian held his shorts. "Don't let him suck 
you're cock Mike ... he'll take your strength!" Frank yelled to his son. Mike 
kick Brian in the chest, sending him back a couple of steps. Frank yelled to 
his son, telling him to drink Brian's cum...telling him that if he did, he 
would be far stronger then he ever dreamed. That alone was enough to drive 
his power hungry son. 

Mike grabbed Brian by the waist and the stronger Brian muscled him back to 
the ground. The two, now battling on the muddy surface of the woods grabbed 
at each others dicks. Mike ripped Brian's shorts and was shocked at his huge 
member. It had to be close to the 10" round that Mike himself had. The head 
was swollen as he tried to plant his mouth on it. Brian had a firm grip on 
Mike's dick as he over powered him onto his back. He then sat on Mike's 
massive pecs and locked his lips onto the head of this Italian powerhouse. 
Mike's torso arched as he felt Brian trying to shove his beer can thick cock 
into his mouth. 

Mike never had a man suck on his dick and couldn't get over the incredible 
feeling as Brian squeezed the fat cock with all his strength not even coming 
close to bringing his fingers together because of the thickness of it. Mike 
could feel the cum in his balls boil as his father screamed for him not to 
blow. "Suck him Mike, get his load first !" Frank yelled as Mike lifted 
Brian's legs upward and lowered his cock into his mouth. Mike couldn't get 
passed Brian's thick head so he stroked his cock with power. Brian felt his 
dick pulsate as Mike tried to drink his strength. The two men did everything 
they could to hold off. Their muscle cocks were now fully erect as the studs 
sucked. the twisted muscle mass on the ground both fought for the prize of 
superior strength. This was Mike's first time being blown and sucking another 
man. this wasn't Brian's. That was Dennis' secret advantage. Those bulls 
Brian would squat on the farm ... for the past year they were injected with 
the enhancement formula and Brian would lift the 3000 pound beast over head 
and suck the animal off, taking in his strength. Now he had the strongest 
bull of them all at his mercy...Michael Gargano. He felt Mike's cock getting 
wet with pre cum. Mike could hardly keep up the pace of sucking as he felt 
Brian begin to upstage him again. He couldn't get the thought of Brian out of 
his head. His blond hair. Deep blue eyes. 

His perfect face and the muscles that were powerful enough to defeat him for 
the first time in his life. Brian felt Mike's cock shaft swell thick with 
cum. He knew Mike was close. Brian fought to hold off his own load as he felt 
Mike's massive pecs flex up and down beneath his own torso. Brian though of 
the hot look on Mike's face ... the look of disbelief as he was being over 
powered. That thought alone made his cum rise. But Brian had more experience 
at this and twisted his mouth around the huge dick head. Mike couldn't hold 
off. His lower torso started trusting at Brian's head as though he was 
fucking it. Frank knew his son was in trouble. He saw Brian was close to 
blowing but was able to hold off. Frank knew that not only was Brian's 
strength superior to Mike's but so was his will. He had to act fast as he 
noticed his son's trusting becoming uncontrollable. He saw Mike struggling to 
handle Brian's slightly thicker dickhead with his mouth. Frank then stepped 
up to the two sucking titans and took his foot and stomped on Brian's round 
muscular ass, thrusting his dick down with force into Mike's throat. 

Brian's cock was where it never was before. Mike's jaw stretched as he gagged 
and his 26" neck flexed, squeezing the cock. Mike's load shot upwards but not 
as fast as Brian's. "UUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA" was the noise Brian made as 
his head flew off of Mike's cock in pure please. Brian's thick cum shot 
upward into Mike's throat. Mike swallowed as the hot thick white cum blew 
into his belly. He could feel the strength from Brian being instantly 
transferred into his own body. Brian continued to blow as his strength level 
lowered slightly but Mike's level shot through the ceiling. With the sudden 
power surge in Mike, his dick exploded a shot of thick load into the air a 
good 30 feet and into a pool of white steaming cum that was a good 6 inches 
deep.

The crowd, now outside the wooded area stood in shock as Mike carried an 
unconscious Brian over his shoulders. He through the drained muscle man to 
the ground with power. Mike was massive. He stood there and flexed. His 
muscle mass increase inches as his weight soared over 500 pounds of pure 
beef. He actually had trouble moving as his own muscles got in the way of 
each other. He then stepped on the powered down Brian Quinn and with his foot 
pushed Brian's still massive muscles into the earth. Mike knew this was his 
greatest moment in strength and size. He knew he was now the Superior Man!