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> Adone's story <

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Adone who ventured into a dusty antique shop. He came across an old oil lamp covered in a thick layer of dust. He picked it up and started wiping the dust off. Suddenly, as his hand brushed over the lamp, smoke escaped from it, forming into an extremely muscular genie.

"Finally, I am free!" exclaimed the genie. Adone was overwhelmed and stuttered, "Who are you?" "I am a genie doomed to be trapped in this lamp forever until someone comes to free me. – At least I'm free until I fulfill your three wishes," explained the genie with a broad grin.

Adone could hardly believe what he was hearing. "I get three wishes?" "Yes. But be warned, choose wisely! – And take your time, so I don't have to go back into the lamp immediately," warned the genie.

Adone thought for a only a short moment: "I want to be like you! I want to become incredibly muscular! I want to be the image of the perfect man!" The genie looked somewhat displeased, "Unusual for someone to express all three wishes at once. You could have given me some time of freedom. But alright, your wishes are my command!"

Adone was confused, but then he felt his muscles swelling and spreading over his body. He was overwhelmed by the sudden change and could hardly believe how muscular he was becoming. But then, as he moved, he noticed something strange. His skin felt oily, and when he tried to touch it, it smeared like fresh paint on a canvas. "What's happening to me?!" exclaimed Adone in panic.

"Your wishes are coming true. You will be 'the image of the perfect man' in an oil painting, you will be 'ridiculously muscular,' and you will be 'like me' – trapped as a genie for eternity – just in the oil of a painting instead of the oil of a lamp. But look on the bright side: Someone rubbing your enormous muscles is much more likely than someone rubbing my lamp."

> Connor's story <

In the bustling city where the lights of the fashion industry shine as bright as the stars in the night sky, lived Connor, a young man of exceptional beauty. One day, a model agent actually approached him on the street and invited him to a photoshoot. This threw Connor into a deep conflict. Behind his flawless smile was a struggle that no one saw – his secret homosexuality and his wrestling with the traditional ideals of masculinity that his family, especially his father, had instilled in him. They would never accept him pursuing something as "feminine" as a career in modeling. And if they were ever to find out about his sexuality, they would likely disown him.

The fear of rejection if he revealed his true identity weighed heavily on him. In a desperate attempt to cope with his inner conflicts and live up to the stereotypes of masculinity, he turned to aggressive combat sports. He fled from the flawless world of fashion to the rough leather of boxing gloves and the raw violence of the fighting ring.

With each punch, throw, and bruise, Connor distanced himself further from a career as a model. His appearance, once his greatest asset, now featured wrestler's ears, scars, and a typical boxer's nose. He hid his vulnerability beneath the rough masculinity of his body.

One evening, in a moment of desperation and loneliness, Connor ventured into a gay bar. A place he had previously avoided out of fear and shame. He nervously looked around. As he examined a wall adorned with ancient photos, he stumbled upon an old picture of his young father kissing another man. A shock ran through Connor as the truth hit him in the face. His father, who had always been the epitome of masculinity and strength to him, had suppressed his true self, just as Connor was doing now. He realized he was following the same path as his father and urgently needed to break free.

> Ted and Ian's story <

Ted always dreamed of having huge muscles. However, he lacked the discipline to regularly go to the gym. One evening, Ian, Ted's boyfriend, suggested an unusual solution: hypnosis. Ian was convinced he could help Ted achieve his goals. Using an old pocket watch, Ian began to hypnotize Ted. As the watch swung in front of Ted's eyes, Ian implanted the idea that muscle growth were very important. From then on, the mere sight of the watch was enough to intensify Ted's focus.

The hypnosis worked and Ted started training with unprecedented passion. His body transformed quickly, and they were thrilled with the results. Ian showed Ted the pocket watch periodically, which led Ted to an even greater obsession.

However, over time, Ian began to doubt his motives. The control fantasies he lived out with Ted worried him. When he shared his concerns with Ted, Ted assured him that everything was fine. Ted loved the control Ian took and asked him to continue the game. Despite Ted's assurances, Ian couldn't shake his doubts. So, he took a drastic step. Standing in front of a mirror, Ian hypnotized himself to let go of his worries and fully commit to driving Ted towards more muscle mass.

From then on, Ian had no moral concerns. He showed Ted the pocket watch daily, intensified the hypnosis, and drove Ted into an outright muscle frenzy. Ted couldn't escape the influence and faithfully complied with Ian's plans. One day, Ted asked Ian how far he planned to push him. Ian declared he would show Ted the watch until muscle growth became Ted's only obsession. Even if Ted became trapped in a hyper-muscular body and was unable to move, Ian wouldn't stop.

Ted, caught in the fuzzy state of hypnosis, was thrilled by the prospect. He hadn't been able to grasp rational thoughts for a long time. The idea of being completely consumed by his obsession filled him with a dark desire.

> Finn's story <

Finn was the epitome of an unassuming teenager: skinny, withdrawn, invisible – especially to Marc, the attractive boy in his class whose attention Finn desired more than anything else. He firmly believed that an athletic body could be the way to finally be seen by Marc.

He never felt comfortable in the gym. Hope sprouted in him when he came across a dubious website offering a kind of glass chamber, promising to make his dreams come true. You stood in the chamber, and through electrical stimulation, the muscles were encouraged to grow. Despite doubts about whether it could work, Finn ordered the chamber.

He set up the chamber in the basement and tried it out. The flow of electricity and the slightly twitching flashes were somewhat uncomfortable but bearable. Finn reacted almost absurdly strongly to the electrical stimulation; his muscles grew in a few weeks at a pace he never would have thought possible. When Marc finally paid attention to him, Finn seemed to be in seventh heaven.

Marc, fascinated by the chamber's effects, wanted to try it himself. The initial joy soon turned into a toxic game. Marc took control of the power supply and pushed the device to maximum power. For Finn, this was anything but pleasant, and he screamed during the process. Nevertheless, it was not the last time that Marc stimulated Finn's muscle growth with the chamber and went overboard. Finn quickly realized Marc's true nature: a superficial jerk who was mainly interested in his body and always wanted to make him more muscular.

However, the fear of falling back into loneliness held Finn back from ending the relationship. He let Marc play his dangerous game and endured the pain. Marc kept pushing Finn further, surpassing every limit, and gradually turning him into a muscle monster that scared the rest of the school and finally isolated Finn completely. Ironically, this made Marc Finn's only reference point, increasing the barrier for Finn to leave Marc to the unreachable.

> Antonio's story <

In the alleys of Venice lived Antonio. He was of slender build, with a face so unremarkable that it faded into the crowd. Yet, he possessed a special inheritance: a magical Venetian carnival mask, passed down through generations in his family.

On her deathbed, his mother had handed him the mask, cautioning him to use it wisely. "It holds great power. But be careful, for not everything we wish for brings us the happiness we seek." The mask had the ability to transform the wearer into the person they wished to be – but only as long as they wore it.

When Carnival came, Antonio saw his opportunity. Surrounded by merriment and colorful costumes, he could wear the mask without fear of ridicule. He longed for a muscular physique – and the mask granted his wish. Antonio became a figure of imposing stature, drawing looks of admiration. For brief nights, he felt powerful, desired, visible.

But with Ash Wednesday, the magic of Carnival faded, and Antonio found himself once again in his slender form. Memories of admiration and attention as a muscular man haunted him. He yearned for more, for a life where he wasn't invisible.

Eventually, in July – completely outside of Carnival – Antonio donned the mask again. He went to Piazza San Marco and began performing as a street artist. Day after day, he transformed into the muscular man he desired to be, becoming an attraction for tourists, proudly displaying his muscles and posing for photos. Over time, he continued to build his muscles, attracting larger crowds of onlookers.

But as Antonio lived in the mask, his heart began to suffer under the weight of his dual existence. He realized that neither of his personas could form true connections or find love. Behind the mask of the muscle man was now a confident yet hollow character, unable – both literally and metaphorically – to remove the mask. His true self – the slender, invisible young man – stood alone before the mirror every evening, disappointed in what he saw and who he was.

> Oliver and Andrew’s story - part 1 <

I'm Andrew, and I have to admit that I realized too late what happened to Oliver, my partner. Oliver was always the more thoughtful one between us, deep and full of worries about the state of the world. Our small farm was his refuge, but even here, he couldn't escape the world's pain. It broke my heart to see how much he suffered, not only from global crises but also from the fear that I might leave him because of his constant complaints.

Oliver found some comfort with our cattle in the barn. I thought it was the peace and simplicity that attracted him. But what I didn't know was that he saw in the cattle, which had become massive muscle masses due to growth hormones, a form of silence that he desired so much. These animals, reduced to their physical existence, without worries, without thoughts, seemed to him to be an ideal.

I saw Oliver change. He became calmer, seemingly more content, and his physique developed in a way that I can only describe as breathtaking. I thought he had found a new passion in bodybuilding, a healthy distraction from his thoughts. I encouraged him, not knowing what was actually happening.

One day, I could no longer ignore that something was wrong. Oliver was no longer the person I knew. Our conversations had become shallow; he spent every free minute in the barn, away from me. Driven by concern, I finally followed him and discovered the shocking truth. I found Oliver injecting himself with another dose of cattle hormones. The sight took my breath away.

> Oliver and Andrew’s story - part 2 <

The words he spoke then pierced my heart like an arrow. Oliver confessed to me that he envied the thoughtless existence of the cattle. He didn't just want to be like them; he wanted to become one of them, completely rid of his humanity. The idea of living as an inflated muscle cow seemed to him the ultimate goal. I could only listen in horror as he fantasized about a bullring through the nose and an ear tag, signs of his complete surrender of humanity.

Desperate and angry, I left the barn, unable to deal with the situation. But when I had composed myself and returned, I found Oliver in a state that made any communication impossible. He had injected himself with the rest of the hormones and was now completely absent, a vacant smile on his lips.

I faced an impossible decision. Taking Oliver to the hospital was out of the question. My shame was too great, my certainty that no one could have helped him come back. So I fulfilled his last human wish. I set up a box in the barn for him, equipped him with a bullring and an ear tag. It was the least I could do for him.

One day, as I was tending to the cattle with hormones, I saw a spark of longing in Oliver's eyes. Without really thinking, I gave him what he desired. The quiet "thank you" he murmured was the last human sign I received from Oliver.

> Arvid and Einar's story <

In a world where the idea of masculinity was inseparably linked to the size and power of muscles, lived Arvid and Einar, a pair of shape-shifters who had chosen to inhabit bodies of hypermuscular bodybuilders. Their love was as strong as the muscles that covered every inch of their bodies.

One day, Arvid revealed a secret buried deep in his heart. "Einar," he began with a trembling voice, "there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. Something I could barely admit to myself." Einar, whose heart stopped at the words of his beloved, reassuringly wrapped his powerful arms around Arvid. "Whatever it is, my dear, you can confide in me." With closed eyes Arvid confessed: "I've always hidden behind this facade of muscle. But deep inside me, there's a desire to be smaller, protected by you. I long for comfort, even if it sounds unmanly."

Emotions like love, concern, surprise overwhelmed Einar – but all of this culminated in a strong devotion. "Arvid, my love for you is unconditional. If your heart desires something else, so be it." With the magic flowing in their veins, Einar took Arvid's hand and spoke words full of strength and love. "Let go, my beloved. Become who you want to be, not who you thought you had to be." Under Einar's gentle persuasion, Arvid's body began to shrink, every inch he lost made him fit more into the image his heart desired. With each degree of reduction, he felt lighter, freer, more secure in the arms of his partner.

Einar, now the larger one, held Arvid in a loving but firm embrace. "I will always be here to hold you, to protect you, my dear," whispered Einar. Arvid felt a freedom he never thought possible. In the contrasting dynamic of their size ratio, he found true strength – the strength to face his own vulnerability and surrender to the love and acceptance of his partner. The comfort Arvid sought and the protective instinct awakened in Einar merged into a unity stronger than the greatest muscles they had ever sculpted.

> Owen and Dr. Gray's story – part 1 <

At night in the hospital, because an employee wasn't careful, there was a gas leak in the lab. Owen, a security guard, was on patrol at this late hour when the gas surrounded him. He immediately felt a warm wave through his muscles, but before he could believe what his eyes saw – his flesh growing – he fell into deep darkness.

When Owen woke up, he was in the sterile coolness of a hospital room. His vision was blurry and unfocused, and he saw the face of a doctor who introduced himself as Dr. Gray. "Do you remember what happened yesterday?" he asked, but Owen's thoughts were a tangled mess with no beginning or end.

Dr. Gray, worried Owen might sue the hospital, said, "You made a serious mistake. The gas... you released it." The words hit hard, but Owen, who couldn't remember anything, was torn between doubt and a whispering fear of the consequences.

"I want to help you," continued the doctor, his gaze sliding over Owen's bulging muscles. "There's a treatment. A ... different ... gas that could restore your memory." Owen just nodded, driven by a desire for clarity.

He woke up with no memory. The doctor asked again what Owen thought had happened. "I can't really remember, but I guess I released the gas. But why would I do that?" Dr. Gray saw that Owen's memory was moldable like clay. "You wanted this," he said. "You longed for bigger muscles, more than anything. You knew about the effects of the gas." "I can't remember at all! My memory doesn't seem to be working right..." "I can help you. There's a gas treatment that will restore your memory."

The next morning, asked about the accident, Owen said he had released the gas on purpose to get more muscles. Muscles were so incredibly important to him that he must have lost his mind. Dr. Gray's lies had become his truth.

"It's a bit awkward to bring this up, but you realize the hospital will sue you?" Owen was shocked. Dr. Gray continued: "But I have a proposal for you. A win-win deal."

> Owen and Dr. Gray's story – part 2 <

"The hospital would drop the charges if you agree to let us expose you to the gas again – for science, of course." Owen didn't hesitate for a second. "Where do I sign? You drop the charges and I get even more muscles?" "That's right. A lot more muscles. Much more. You'll be surprised."

Day after day, Owen woke up in his hospital room and each time his body seemed to have grown even more – each muscle fuller and more defined than before. Dr. Gray was always by his side, whispering an ever-growing obsession. "You're a pioneer, Owen," Dr. Gray whispered as he prepared the gas bottle. "Your body is a masterpiece shaped by science."

With each new day and each new treatment, Owen seemed to lose himself more in his hyper-muscular body. Movements became harder, almost alien, as if the muscles had a life of their own. But instead of feeling limited, Owen felt a strange euphoria. "More," he whispered when he looked in the mirror that Dr. Gray held for him and saw his arms that were now as thick as other men's waists.

"I feel great," he said to Dr. Gray, whose face showed a mix of triumph and scientific curiosity.

"That's good. Ready?" asked Dr. Gray and, after Owen eagerly nodded, helped him put on the mask that would connect him with the next wave of gas.

Finally, after weeks, maybe months – Owen couldn't tell – his body reached a mass beyond imagination. His muscles, swollen and massive, stopped him from moving. He was trapped in his own flesh, a sculpture of pure power, but in his heart, he felt nothing but joy.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Dr. Gray's voice was barely a whisper, but Owen heard it clearly. "You are the masterpiece of human evolution."

"Can I... can I get more?" asked Owen, his voice weak under the weight of his gigantic chest.

Dr. Gray smiled, a smile that held both satisfaction and a dark secret. "Of course, Owen. There is always more. The question is just, how far are you willing to go?" "As long as I can breathe," said Owen, "I want more."

> 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.]