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> Liam's story – part 1 < Dr_Dale: Hi LiamMuscle! I saw your forum post about wanting more muscles and looking for shortcuts. I think I can help. I’d love to see a guy like you grow. ;) What I'm offering is far from anything you've tried before. I'm talking about genetic modification - CRISPR. Interested? LiamMuscle: Genetic modification? Sounds like sci-fi. Tell me more. Dr_Dale: In short, we can edit your DNA to modify certain genes that control your muscle growth. Specifically, this involves two things: Myostatin and Follistatin. LiamMuscle: What are those? What do they do? Dr_Dale: Myostatin is a protein that naturally limits your muscle growth. Too much of it, and your body stops itself from building more muscle mass. Follistatin, on the other hand, promotes muscle growth. It neutralizes the effects of Myostatin. LiamMuscle: And you can craft with it? Dr_Dale: Yes, through a special CRISPR treatment. I work with nanoparticles that we use as a delivery system for the CRISPR tool. These nanoparticles are incorporated into pills that you simply swallow. LiamMuscle: Sounds too simple. Just pills? Dr_Dale: Exactly. The nanoparticles are programmed to pass through the liver and go straight to your muscle cells without being broken down by your body. Once there, they start working: turning off the Myostatin gene and boosting Follistatin production. LiamMuscle: What does that mean for me? More muscles, non-stop? Dr_Dale: Theoretically, yes. Your muscles wouldn't be limited by Myostatin anymore. With increased Follistatin production, you could see significant gains, far beyond what's naturally possible. LiamMuscle: Sounds great. Send me the pills. Dr_Dale: Like any procedure of this kind, there are risks. LiamMuscle: Don't care. Don't bore me with that. Make me your guinea pig. Dr_Dale: Someone's quickly convinced. ;) I like it! You're really ready to do anything for more muscles, aren't you? LiamMuscle: When it comes to muscles, there's no such thing as too much. Bigger is always better!

> Liam's story – part 2 < LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale! My muscles are exploding! Absolutely amazing! Dr_Dale: Not surprised ;) Since you were so enthusiastic, I added another component to the pills that modifies the activity of IGF-1 in your body. IGF-1 is crucial for muscle growth and regeneration. LiamMuscle: What does that mean? Dr_Dale: Simply put, we're increasing the natural production and activity of IGF-1 in your muscles. This means your muscle cells will not only be able to grow without Myostatin's limit, but they will also grow and regenerate more efficiently thanks to the enhanced IGF-1 signal. LiamMuscle: What does IGF-1 do? Dr_Dale: IGF-1 stands for "Insulin-like Growth Factor 1". It's a protein that works similarly to insulin but is mainly responsible for growth and development in the body. IGF-1 is produced mainly in the liver and regulated by growth hormone. It promotes the growth of muscle cells, improves the healing of muscle tissue, and supports the development of new muscle cells from muscle stem cells. It's a key factor in muscle regeneration and growth. LiamMuscle: I only understand half of it. But what I do understand: More muscles. So, it's good. Dr_Dale: Good attitude. You don’t need to understand it. --- LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale. My muscles are growing really well. But it’s all happening a bit too fast. Can we slow down the muscle growth or something? --- LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale. Maybe you didn’t read my last message from two weeks ago. Can we slow down the muscle growth? I’m really having problems. I’ve stopped working out, but the muscles keep growing! --- LiamMuscle: I need help! Please answere me! I can barely walk because of the muscles. My arms are so muscular, I can hardly bend them. I need help with everything! I’m completely dependent on others! --- LiamMuscle: Plesse… I csn barrely type witj these thick fingers… Help! [Message was not delivered. Dr_Dale blocked you.]

> Chayton's story – part 1 <

In the vastness of the prairies lived the Lakota tribe. The heart of their culture was the Wakan Tanka, a sacred talisman passed down from generation to generation, granting the bearer not only physical strength and attractiveness but also a connection to the spirits of their ancestors. Chayton envied his older brother Mahkah for inheriting the talisman. He always felt overshadowed by his brother and desired both the respect of the tribe members and the power of the talisman.

One clear autumn evening, Chayton accompanied his brother on a hunt. Far from the ears of the other villagers Chayton seized a moment of Mahkah's carelessness. His fall from a cliff seemed suspicious to no one. Chayton returned with his brother's body, marked by apparent pain and sorrow. The unsuspecting villagers showed him compassion an he took over the Wakan Tanka.

As Chayton placed the talisman around his neck, he immediately felt a deep, pulsating warmth spreading throughout his entire body. The energy was overwhelming, almost electrifying, as it flooded his muscles. Initially, the change was subtle. Chayton noticed his arms becoming firmer, his shoulders broader. Every morning it seemed as if he had grown stronger overnight, a process that flattered his vanity and gave him a newfound confidence.

But something was different than expected. The voices of the ancestors, who according to tribal lore should only speak while the talisman was worn, fell silent as long as Chayton wore it. But as soon as he took it off, they began to whisper. They praised his progress and growing strength. "You make your ancestors proud, Chayton," they said. "You will be strong enough to lead our people." "You look great!" "Put the talisman back on to become even stronger." These words were soothing to his soul, feeding his pride.

> Chayton's story – part 2 <

With each day the physical changes became more apparent. His muscles swelled and began to constrain him, gradually becoming a burden. Every time he walked through the village, he felt the weight of his heavy muscles. He only needed to walk a little, and he was already out of breath. Simple tasks like bending to scoop water or shooting with the bow became increasingly challenging. His movements became clumsy, and the strength that was once a blessing felt more and more like a curse.

The voices, once encouraging and gentle, became increasingly demanding. After several weeks of steady growth, they began to criticize Chayton. "You are not yet strong enough," they whispered every time he took off the Wakan Tanka. "A true leader of our people must offer more. Your muscles must be larger, your presence even more impressive." Meanwhile, the villagers seemed increasingly puzzled by his transformation. They advised him to remove the talisman. The elders looked disdainfully at him. According to them, anyone who wants to be a good leader must also be able to show restraint.

Over time the demands of the ancestors became more aggressive. "Your muscles are not enough!" "You are a disgrace to your ancestors." Chayton, seeking to escape the voices, now wore the talisman almost constantly. The mental burden of these condemnations weighed heavily, but the physical limitations became unbearable.

One evening, Chayton placed the Wakan Tanka in front of him on the ground and begged the ancestors, "Please, leave me alone! Be silent at last!" However, the ancestors responded relentlessly: "We will never be silent. You killed your own brother. Did you think we wouldn't know? You have a choice: Wear the talisman and live without our voices, but endure your muscles endlessly growing until you are trapped in your own body. Or remove the talisman and live with our eternal hatred in your ears."

> Rick's story < Rick and his construction worker colleagues were hired to demolish an old industrial complex of a decommissioned biochemical factory. None of them knew why the building had been shut down, but they didn’t care. They were just doing their job. Rick thought protective gear was for weaklings. The more they were told to wear the gear on this site, the more rebellious he became. “A real man doesn’t need that stuff,” he often said, and whenever he was unobserved, he took off his helmet, goggles, and mask. The microorganisms from the concrete dust, released in a lab accident, entered his body through his lungs, mucous membranes, and small wounds, unleashing their harmful effects. Rick noticed within days that his muscles were growing. He thought it was due to the hard physical labor. His clothes became tighter, and he enjoyed the admiration of his colleagues. “Look at this! This is what a real man looks like!” he boasted, rolling up his sleeves to show off his ever-growing muscles. Each day, Rick’s obsession grew. He worked tirelessly, and his muscles continued to grow uncontrollably. Soon, he could barely walk normally, but he refused to see it as a problem. “More muscles! That’s what makes a man! It’s obvious why my muscles are growing so much. I’m the alpha!” he shouted proudly. Rick became a massive, muscle-bound giant. His movements grew heavy, and everyday tasks became a struggle. He reveled in the attention and admiration he received. “Look at this, you weaklings! This is true masculinity!” he boasted, struggling through the day. Rick, increasingly trapped in his gigantic body, became a living monument to his own unreflective notions of masculinity. While his colleagues began to avoid him, Rick lived in his own world, convinced that he had achieved the ultimate embodiment of manhood.

> Jonas‘ story <

"Come here, my boy, put down your wooden sword and stop fighting invisible enemies. Let me tell you an old story from our village, which happened many years ago. It was a time before you were born, before even your mother was born. People in the village hardly talk about it anymore, but I remember it well, as if it were yesterday.

Back then, there lived a young man named Jonas. He was always a dreamer, our Jonas, always looking for adventures and a way to prove himself. Sometimes, he spent time up in the castle ruins on the hill. One day, he seemed to have found an old, rusty sword there, and from that moment on, everything changed.

We often saw him return to the ruins, again and again, day after day. At first, we thought he had just found a place that fascinated him. But soon we noticed that he was up there, in the ruins, fighting the air with the rusty sword, as if invisible enemies were attacking him. It was a strange sight. Some of us thought he was odd, others began to seriously worry about him.

Over time, Jonas got stronger. He looked more powerful than ever before. But while his physical strength increased, he seemed to drift more and more mentally. People in the village whispered behind their hands that he had lost his mind. We saw him fighting, sweating, and shouting, but we couldn’t see any enemies.

One day, it seems the old sword broke. He ran into the village in a panic, shouting for help and trying to tell us about the invisible enemies that were chasing him. But we saw nothing but a desperate muscleman fighting invisible shadows. We couldn’t help him, and many of us finally thought he was crazy.

Jonas fled from our village that same day. No one ever saw him again. People say he is still out there, fighting the ghosts of his own imagination. People here in the village have forgotten him, but I haven’t. Every time I see you fighting with your little wooden sword, I think of Jonas and wonder if he ever found peace."

> Paul and Marco’s story <

Paul and Marco moved into an old mansion that once belonged to the legendary bodybuilder Henry Strong. Paul, an avid fitness enthusiast, was thrilled at the idea of living in his idol's house. Marco, with a penchant for the supernatural, was intrigued by the rumors of Henry’s ghost haunting the mansion.

Soon after their move, Marco decided to hold a séance to contact Henry’s spirit. On a dark and stormy night, he prepared everything: flickering candles, an old Ouija board, and mystical rituals. To Paul’s astonishment, Marco successfully summoned Henry Strong’s ghost. Henry revealed that he was seeking a protégé to achieve what he couldn’t in life: to become the most extreme bodybuilder of all time. Since Paul couldn’t see or hear the ghost, Marco acted as the medium. Enthusiastic and determined, Paul agreed to do whatever it took to free Henry’s spirit.

From that day on, Henry took over Paul’s training. He provided detailed workout and nutrition plans and endowed Paul with superhuman strength by possessing his body. Paul’s muscles grew at an unprecedented rate. Each day brought impressive progress, transforming Paul into a monumental sculpture of pure muscle.

As Paul’s muscle mass increased, his everyday life became increasingly difficult. The sheer size of his muscles made movement and even basic tasks challenging. Despite these difficulties, Paul was determined to continue. He and Marco reveled in their extraordinary adventure. Paul wanted to free Henry’s spirit and establish himself as the most extreme bodybuilder ever.

Paul grappled with the physical challenges of his growth, while Marco provided emotional support and maintained communication with Henry. As Paul neared his goal, with his muscles reaching unimaginable sizes, Henry believed that Paul would want to reduce his muscle mass after Henry was freed. But Paul and Marco had different plans. They asked Henry for further guidance so Paul could continue growing even after Henry found peace.

Impressed by their dedication, Henry decided to forgo his eternal rest and continue guiding them. Together, they planned to transform Paul’s body even further, making him a true freak.

> Alaric's story <

When humans lost respect for nature, there lived a young man named Alaric. He came from a city increasingly falling to industrialization, spreading its destruction all around. The deforestation, river pollution, and reckless use of resources had turned the once lively nature into a desolate landscape.

Alaric, fascinated by the beauty and peace of nature since he was a child, felt out of place in this world. One day, when he saw an old oak tree he had known and loved since his childhood being cut down, he decided to leave the city and move into the deep forest. He wanted to protect the remaining nature.

The forest was a magical place, full of secrets and old stories. Alaric built a simple hut and lived in harmony with nature. The ancient trees especially brought him incredible inner peace. One night, as the full moon bathed the forest in silver light, Alaric felt a deep connection to the trees, as if they were calling him.

He followed the call and soon found himself in the middle of a grove of ancient oaks, whose branches reached towards the sky like arms. In the center of the grove stood a particularly powerful tree. Alaric placed his hand on the rough trunk and felt a warm, pulsating energy. Suddenly, he heard the whispering voices of the tree spirits.

"Alaric, we have seen your love and respect for nature. Will you be our protector? Are you ready to make a pact with us and receive the powers of the oaks to protect this forest from the impending dangers?"

Alaric did not hesitate for a moment. He knew he would have to fight against the intruders who wanted to exploit the forest. With a determined heart, Alaric agreed.

The mighty energy of the tree spirits flowed through his body. He felt his muscles grow stronger, his senses sharpen, and his mind fill with the ancient knowledge of the trees. Alaric was now more than just a man; he was the protector of the forest, the guardian of the oaks.

> Gym Stalker's Story <

I stand in the gym, hidden behind the heavy equipment, watching him. He is the embodiment of strength and dominance, his body defined to the smallest detail. Every movement he makes makes my heart beat faster and my breath catch. I can't help it; I have to capture him, his appearance, forever.

At first, I only dared to take fleeting glances when I was sure he wouldn't notice. But with each day, my desire grew stronger to see more of him. My hand shakes slightly as I pull out my smartphone and open the camera. A quick snapshot from afar, then I hide the device again, my heart racing each time.

But that's not enough for me. I want more, I need more. I get closer. The camera focuses on his massive muscles. I'm obsessed, losing myself in the fascination of his body. The camera captures every drop of sweat. I duck, almost kneeling on the floor, to get a better angle, to make his impressive stature look even more imposing – In a fluid motion, he turns to me. Before I can react, he knocks the smartphone out of my hand. It falls to the floor with a clatter.

"What the hell is this?" he yells at me. I flinch, instinctively trying to make myself smaller. "Don't you know this violates my rights?"

I open my mouth, but the words stick in my throat. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, my hands tremble. "I'm sorry! I... I know it was wrong. Please, I'm really sorry. I'll delete the photos." His eyes flashing dangerously. "Show me the pictures."

With trembling hands, I pick up the smartphone – there's a crack in the display – unlock it, and open the gallery and hand him the device. He looks at the photos, swipes through the images. Every second feels like an eternity, my breath stops as I wait for his reaction.

Suddenly, a slight smile plays on his lips. "You have talent," he says suddenly, his voice calmer. "These pictures are good. Very good." I stare at him, completely surprised. "Really?" I ask incredulously.

He nods slowly but seriously. "Yes. But listen, if you don't want me to report you, you will photograph me properly from now on. Professionally. And don't let me catch you secretly photographing someone again."

Tell me his story!

> Ben's story <

The swimming hall was filled with the sound of splashing water. Ben, my young and ambitious swimmer, came to me, his coach: "Kai, I want to boost my performance. I want to dope."

I had doubts, but the pressure to make him successful made me go along with it. I got the doping substance, but in my ignorance, I gave him far too high a dose.

Within a few days, the substance showed its effects. Ben's times in the water improved drastically. His energy seemed endless, his movements more powerful. But his muscles grew at an unnatural rate.

"Kai, I feel strong! My shoulders, arms, and back are getting bigger," Ben said excitedly. At first, the changes were subtle. His muscles became more defined and harder. Soon, no one could ignore the rapid increase in muscle mass.

Ben initially enjoyed the admiration. His swimming performance peaked, but then his flexibility gradually decreased. "I can't turn as quickly anymore," he said one day, frustrated.

The muscle mass continued to grow and increasingly impaired his performance in the water. Ben was devastated. "Kai, what's happening to me? I'm getting bigger, but I can barely swim." The disappointment and pain in his eyes were clear, but to my surprise, there was also determination. "If I can't swim anymore, I'll find another way to prove myself," he finally said.

Ben decided to pursue a new career as a bodybuilder. Together, we created training plans and adjusted his diet. His muscles continued to grow. He quickly adapted to his fate and found new enthusiasm in bodybuilding. "I will make it, Kai. Thank you for supporting me."

Ben's new career quickly became successful. Despite my feelings of guilt, I saw how he found his peace. He stood on stage, a symbol of pure strength and determination, showing the world that even from the darkest decisions, something great can emerge. I admired him for his ability to reinvent himself, almost more than for his breathtaking body. I was proud of him.

> Naciss' Story <

Naciss was obsessed with his own beauty. Every day, he stood before a mirror, admiring his well-toned body. Yet he longed for more – ever more muscles. One day, he discovered an old mirror in a shop. The shopkeeper told him that the mirror was magical. Fascinated, Naciss bought the mirror and brought it home.

As soon as he arrived, a voice whispered from the mirror: "Naciss, I know your desire. I can make you more muscular. But in return, you must stop looking at yourself. Each time you see your reflection, your muscles will shrink twice as fast as I have made them grow." Naciss hesitated briefly, but the temptation was too great. "I agree!" he declared.

In the following days, he felt his muscles growing. His clothes became tighter; his body felt more powerful. But the urge to gaze upon his new self became overwhelming. He removed the cloths with which he had covered all the mirrors. Yet as soon as he glimpsed his reflection, he felt his muscles dramatically begin to shrink. Panic seized him. "No!" he shouted, turning away.

His body was now noticeably slimmer than before. Desperately, he avoided all reflections from then on – window panes, shiny surfaces – and ventured out only at night. But the world was full of reflections, and again and again he caught a glimpse of himself: in a puddle, in a shop window, in the gleaming surface of a car. Each time, the shrinking began anew. Naciss became increasingly paranoid.

In a fit of rage and despair, he confronted the magical mirror. "Take back the deal!" he shouted. The mirror replied coldly, "A pact is a pact. You made your choice."

In fury, Naciss struck the mirror with his bare fists. The glass shattered into a thousand shards. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes, clutched his face, and sank to the ground. Darkness enveloped him – he was blind.

The pain was unbearable, but he also felt his muscles growing. Destroying the mirror had not broken its magic. Horrified, Naciss realized that without the ability to see, he could never again behold his reflection. The magic of the mirror would now let his muscles continue to grow unhindered.