No Going Back

“I really shouldn’t do this…” thought Michael, “I said I’d just take one dose, just enough to get a nice, toned body. Now I’ve taken almost the entire bottle and I’m so big I can hardly move. I can’t fit into any of my clothes except for my workout gear, and people stare at me on the street like I’m some kind of freak. The only place I’m comfortable any more is in the gym, and even here, people are starting to talk about how big I’ve gotten. Too big, maybe. Is there such a thing?”

As he looked down at the pills, Michael knew he had already made a decision. It had been nice when he’d taken the first dose and woken up the next day with a trim swimmer’s body. After the second dose, he had the body of a gymnast. The third gave him the athletic musculature of a highly-trained football player, and the fourth had filled his body with the muscles of a champion bodybuilder. Each time he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection had taken up more and more space. And now, he had to see what was next. He popped the pills in his mouth without further thought and washed them down with a huge chug of water. He smiled, feeling a warm tingle wash over his body, indicating that the transformation had begun.

“I guess there’s no going back now…” he thought, giving himself a nice post-workout stretch, “Let’s see just how big I can get!”