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Clark sat down in his living room sofa doom scrolling his way through after a full day. Really just the same routine as anyone else would when they go down the rabbit hole — it’s doom scrolling through Instagram Reels, Youtube Shorts, and even Tiktok

Every time though he’d come across ads from Amazon, some random bogus website, and finally one of those game ads where you can actually play it right then and there. “Damn it, not this again” he said after getting stuck on one game ad that froze his screen, unable to continue scrolling unless he completed the task.

The game was Super Adventures and it had a feature of creating your own superhero avatar so you could do missions in-game. The ad allowed you to customize your own avatar with specific traits and powers.

“Fine I’ll do it, ugh” Clark complained.

The ad for the game was simple enough, it had an avatar in the center and a selection of powers you can give it

On screen he chose the basic superhero powers that he knew Superman had — since he was named Clark after all, he thought why not just input those choices?

“Alright so just flight, super strength, invulnerability, speed, and laser vision” he said as he tapped his way through. After selecting the screen then showed the hero avatar — what caught his eye was it kind of looked like him but as if he were drawn like a comic book hero with an absolute unit of a body, one that would be impossible to attain without steroids he thought.

After that, he was finally able to continue doom scrolling. “Man, I hate these pesky ads” as he continued looking through reels of dog memes and funny accidents.

He started feeling tired so he got up from the sofa and made his way to his kitchen to get something to eat. What he failed to realize was — he wasn’t actually walking

As he “walked” past his living room mirror, he saw a glimpse of himself but what shocked him was his feet weren’t touching the ground at all. He dropped most of what he had been carrying to put away

“Whaaat the fuuu..” he exclaimed as he saw himself floating in mid-air. “This can’t be real…I-I’m just tired that’s all” he said worryingly closing his eyes. As he did, he floated back down to the floor as he felt the wood touch his feet.

“No way that could’ve been real” he said as he remembered he clicked “Flight” as one of the superhero options on that ad earlier

“Okay okay that might’ve just been a hallucination, breathe Clark” he said. But to fully dispel his worries, he thought of trying to lift the sofa to be sure the “Super Strength” didn’t apply.

Boy was he in for a trip.

As he positioned himself beside his sofa to try and lift it, it actually budged as if it were just made of a sheet of paper. What previously took him effort with a friend to even get into his apartment was now above his head with just one hand and with almost zero effort

“Ho—ho-okay this can’t be fucking real” Clark said with the sofa hoisted above him almost touching the ceiling. He then lowered it back down to make sure he doesn’t damage anything. He thought that if he now had that kind of strength, one wrong move would easily destroy anything

And that’s when his clothes practically exploded

With loud rips, his clothes practically exploded and tore off his body — why? — because it was as if massive muscles just piled up onto his frame without warning

His shirt and hoodie couldn’t have expected his entire torso to just suddenly pack on pounds of pure muscle mass — thick pillowy pecs, biceps as big as his head, an impossibly wide shoulders and back, 8-pack abs, and all supported by the most powerful set of legs that were now damaging his floor

“FUCK what the absolute FUCK!” He shouted as the rush of his body expanding that much was surprising as the past two powers

He looked down and decided to tear off the torn up fabric off his body to take a better look

As he got whatever was left of his shirt, hoodie, and joggers off his body (with incredible ease), he finally got to see his body in its newfound glory

First, he really couldn’t see much downwards as his heaving chest was now blocking the view. He instinctively gave them a flex and saw how thick and far they went as they bounced.

Second, he felt up his new arms that were now futher away from each other. He felt up the bicep that he couldn’t even wrap his new massive hand around and felt up every ridge and vein that was now there

Third, he propped up his shoulders and back feeling up the new wingspan. He guessed he would at least be double the previous width he was just a few minutes ago with how his lats were pushing his arms out and his shoulders being capped by bowling balls

Fourth, he finally peered down to look at his legs. This thighs alone were bigger than his previous waistline with all the muscle mass stuffed in there

“Fuck man, this can’t be happening for real can it?” He said as he flexed a bicep in the mirrors direction, catching it ball up as big as his head

As he walked to the window he couldn’t feel the floor again. “Might as well take this out on a test run” Clark said as he flew out of his apartment

As he zipped through the sky, he decided on landing just down on the street of his apartment building to test out his new muscles and strength

People on the sidewalk were shocked to find a man with barely enough clothes just land heroically out of nowhere.

Clark then tried lifting up a parked car on the road. Much to his excitement and wonder, the car weighed nothing more than a feather as he hoisted it above him like the sofa in his living room.

Unbenknownst to him while being distracted by his new powers, everyone got their phones out and was recording the behemoth lifting up a car with one hand.

Unbenknownst to him as well, he was lifting the car so high up because everyone stood only up to his lower pec height. He didn’t manage to check how the ad also affected his height as he towered over everyone on the street

“This is gonna be great” Clark said to himself as he put the car back down and flew off, leaving a crater on the road where he launched himself — “gotta go back and install that game” he said as he flew back to his apartment.

Epilogue

Clark, now alias Goliath, was back in his apartment after a long day fighting crime in the city as he doom scrolled his way through social media again having a bit of difficulty with the size of his phone versus the size of his hands

See, after downloading the game, he made more specific modifications to his superhero avatar — all for the better he thought — now being twice or thrice the size he previously was with just the ad version of the game.

“I guess some ads aren’t all that pesky, heh” he laughed to himself bouncing his now massive pecs.

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Credit to the owner of the first photo who’s also on here. Sorry the moment I saw it, I knew I had to make a story out of it.

“Hey-uh guys, I think you turned it up too high” Jake said in a booming adult voice having burst out of all his clothes after Jordan pulled the slider to its max

Jake now stood nearly twice his original height and, by all means, thicker everywhere. His now massive bicep alone was bigger than his friends’ heads and looked at least 2-3x his original age sporting a full styled beard

“I could hardly see any of you from up here” he continued as he could hard see past his new jutting pecs

“I can’t believe the formula worked!” Kevin said as he inspected his newfound 8-pack abs

“This is fucking amazing and to think I only took a sip!” He continued as he now stood at by at least a foot taller than his height just a few minutes ago

“No this can’t be right, the Mr. Glenn I knew was just the same height, if not just over a few inches taller than myself” Mr. Shaw replied back at the looming giant in his store

“Mr. Shaw for the 3rd time it’s ME, Glenn! I just had a suit made here in your shop a few months ago” Glenn replied at the tiny tailor

“But that couldn’t be possible, you’re telling me you’re the same person when you’re at least twice the height and by all means over 50 times more massive” Mr. Shaw replied bewilderingly

“I got a growth spurt. Second puberty was what the docs called it. Guess it hit me like an oil tanker HAHA” Glenn replied feeling his laughter vibrate the entire shop

“Well alright then, let’s see if I can’t suit you up again” Mr. Shaw replied with a gulp

“Sweet Baby Jeez his arm circumference alone is more than my own head” Mr. Shaw thought to himself “How could any man get this big all of a sudden? Mr. Glenn was nearly as rail thin as me a few months back, how can he get back here with a pair of pecs I could hide in from the rain?”

“All measured up son. Now go on ahead and get dressed before you choose the fabrics” Mr. Shaw gestured at Glenn

“Mr. Shaw mind if you share my arm size? I’ve been keeping a mental note” Glenn said as he put on his 5XL shirt

“46 inches round” Mr. Shaw replied

“That’s an additional 4 inches from just 3 days ago! At this rate I’m gonna be coming back here every other week!” Glenn replied in excitement

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Maxwell Biggerman: Cop of the Year

Max Biggerman, one of the tenured cops of New York, was on his regular rounds around his section of the city.

Max wasn’t exactly the poster-image of the perfect cop but his record and reputation walked into the room before he even got in. With over 20 years of dedicated service to the precinct, what would you expect? But, now that he was 43, all the donuts throughout all those years have caught up to him.

His weight and cholesterol have been pulling his performance down a few notches and the captain had assigned him to do regular rounds — both following that he knows what to look out for and so that he could get some exercise.

“Calling for backup on 107 and 32nd, we got a big group” Max heard over on his radio “On my way” he replied.

As he got to the scene, it looked to him like it was a drug bust. What perplexed him was it wasn’t normal for these things to happen in broad daylight.

“What do we have here?” Max asked one of the lieutenants handcuffing some of the suspects “Just a regular bust sir, though we assume they tried hiding this in daylight to avoid suspicion” the lieutenant replied. “I’m new to this sort of thing Max, mind if you take over logging in evidence?” the lieutenant asked. “Sure but you owe me a dozen donuts when we get back” Max said jokingly

As they brought over the suspects’ cars over to the precinct for further inspection and cleaning, Max collected each item from their cars. “What were these guys trying to do? Mix up a cocktail or something?” he said.

As he reached in again into the cushions of the cars he immediately winced in pain

As it turned out, one of the suspects purposefully hid one of the syringes into the backseat. “WHAT THE HELL!” Max shouted as the syringe deposited its remaining contents into his bloodstream

“Fuck, gotta get this checked stat” he said as he rushed back inside the precinct to get first aid. Luckily some of the rookies were trained in some first aid. He stayed in the precinct for hours to see if the syringe had an impact on him or anything, luckily for him again nothing happened (for now) but the captain told him to get checked at the hospital first thing tomorrow.

It was already late when he finally got home but he couldn’t stop thinking about that syringe. “Damn it, what could’ve been in there?!” he wondered as he inspected his hand again. “Thankfully I don’t feel anything” he said but promised himself to get to the hospital tomorrow morning

As he laid in bed to get ready to sleep, he then started feeling intense heat and pain

“Okay this must be fucking it then” Max exclaimed as he clutched his pillows tight from the intense pain. The heat his body was generating was making him sweat profusely “GAAAAAAAHHH FUCK!” he continued as he tossed and turned in bed

He reached for the pills he prepared ahead of time on his nightstand and drank as much as he could — he assumed it would help him ease any pain he’d encounter if the syringe did anything to him at night.

It got to a point where his body just gave up and caused him to quickly pass out

What was interesting was the contents of the syringe was really just a junkie’s own concoction but pairing that with years of donuts, a (very) high cholesterol and fat storage, and the meds Max took, that all resulted into something new altogether.

As he was passed out on the bed, the changes started occuring like clockwork throughout the night.

First, his body started deflating. Years of accumulated fat started melting away from his body through his sweat until he was barely recognizable.

Second, his body started slowly creeping longer vertically. Over the course of 5 hours, his body stretched from his 5’10” to a commanding 6’5”. Thankfully the clothes he had on were big enough to cover him up, following they were all 3XL and all.

Third and finally, the major changes started manifesting just before sunrise. The amount of fat he’d lost came back 3X stronger in the form of pure rock hard muscle

His once flabby arms were now absolute cannons, thankfully he had a gun owner’s permit for being a cop. Each bicep were as big, if not bigger, than his own head. His pecs were now so obscenely huge that they would block his view downwards while rested. The deep valley they made practically stretching the shirt fabric to their limits. His neck practically packed on so much muscle that it flared a bit wider than his now chiseled jaw

His shoulders and back didn’t disappoint either as he now occupied more space of his bed than before.

It was already 6:30AM and his alarm went off. Max woke up with a start as he felt the damp bedsheets. He immediately stood up from bed, getting virtigo in the process.

As he got his bearings, that’s when he finally saw what had happened to him

“N-no this can’t be real” he said as he looked down and saw nothing but his shirt - his pecs stretching the fabric so far out that he couldn’t see his feet. Something only his stomach would’ve done before

Max continued and felt up his chest only to be met with 8 cobblestone abs and a deep crevasse that lined his now prominent pectorals.

After that realization he rushed to his mirror to see things more clearly

In the mirror stood a man he couldn’t recognize at all — it wasn’t him per se. The man in the mirror no longer had the weight of a thousand bear claws and beaver tails and cups of coffee, the man he saw was practically perfect in every way and then some.

“This can’t be me can it?!” He exclaimed as he raised an arm to flex. The man in the mirror followed suit. The bicep he flexed now in full view “Jeez that’s a gun violation right there” he said as he gawked at the sheer size of it

“Shit what’re the boys and the chief gonna say about this when I enter looking like an absolute behemoth” he said as he continued inspecting his now massive physique. He had so much energy that he felt like he could run a marathon “God, look at me thinking I could run a marathon” Max exclaimed as he felt how light on his feet he was — all thanks to his now massive tree trunk legs.

As he got ready for work, he tried on his uniform. He was afraid it wouldn’t fit him but luckily it did “Thank God I wore a 4XL uniform” he said as he barely could fit his arms in and close the buttons. Unfortunately his pants didn’t fit so he had to settle for the uniform shorts

At the precinct, all eyes were practically glued onto him with jaws all on the floor. Not everyday you get a man that had to duck and pivot to get inside

“Hey fellas, I’m looking for the captain. Anyone seen him around?” Max asked some of the policemen there. All of them shaking and staring in fear and bewilderment. “He’s in his office” one of them finally replied.

“Ah Biggerman, you done visiting the hospital after yesterday’s fiasco?” the captain said before looking up from his paperwork. “Not yet I’m afraid, something came up” Max replied. “Well I told you to go there fir— HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED?!” The captain exclaimed as he looked up to the new and improved Max. “Growth spurt chief. Can I ask if I could get the case files from yestersay? Wanted to figure *this* out myself” he said gesturing at his bicep that was struggling with the 4XL sleeve

“Here be my guest man, take all the time you need” the chief replied “Be sure to still get checked alright, I don’t want this precinct to be liable for creating The Hulk”

“Got it boss” Max replied back holding the case files

Max made his way out of the office immediately after getting the files to check who the suspects were and what they were mixing and concocting

Max went on to discover the total sting operation by uncovering a cult trying to genetically force their way into superhero-hood via a special mix of chems that would’ve altered a person’s physicality (and libido). Unfortunately their work ended up being inconclusive until Max.

Max went on to eventually get named Cop of the Year by the chief for uncovering the entire operation but he’s thankful that he now had Max, the absolute unit of a man of precinct 7 on the job to make the city safe

“Hmm might need to increase pec size by another 10%” Nathan said as he ran his hands through his perfect 8 pack abs

Nathan recently got a hold of the BodyMod app on his phon luckily before it got shot down by The Store for data privacy issues

He wanted to just alter some of his photos to see what he’d look like if he had a different hairstyle, if he had a beard, etc. and the app promised to be able to generate it with some new AI tools to really make it more realistic and immersive

As Nathan registered an account and ran through the app, he was perplexed to see that it already had his biometrics and vitals “now that can’t be right. I guess that’s what the data privacy lawsuits were about” he said as he ran through the data

As he ran through the app, he started noticing that each section had sliders. Out of curiosity he slid the height slider from 5’10” to 6’5” and pressed apply. Almost instantly and by magic, he felt his entire body stretch out to match the new metric “OH SHIT IT WORKS?!” he screamed as he immediately stood up to check, almost getting virtigo in the process.

“Yeah man — ever since that accident I’ve never felt better in my life” Trevor replied back to you with his entire massive body on full display

Trevor used to be a scientist at the local testing labs in the neighborhood — they ran a lot of tests that range from hypothetical to even final-stage human testing.

They were running an experiment on mice that would have enabled to completely inhibit myostatin and enhance all of the effects of that inhibition, one of which was enabling muscles to grow without a natural limit.

Trevor was one of the scientists that was in-charge of cleaning out the test vials and accidentally dropped an entire rack of them to the lab floor which caused all the liquid chemicals to mix and emit a strong vapor. Fortunately only Trevor was inside but that meant he inhaled practically all of it. He was placed on monitoring since then.

Now, he practically lives in his makeshift home gym with nothing but working out on his mind “ever since inhaling all of those combined liquids, I’ve been gaining muscle mass with the smallest amount of effort. Literally lifting 5lbs gave me x5 of that in mass” he says as he flexes a bicep the size of your head