Muscling Up with Emil and Robert

The lights were so bright.

"Look at his chest!" someone said. "It's fucking huge!"

"I can't see anything." Someone else said. "How big is it? I can't see what size it is."

"I don't know, but it's fucking huge. I can tell that."

Someone else sighed. "This is just the worst idea ever." Someone said. "I mean, why would you want to do this? Why would you want to take that pill and grow like that?"

"Because my girlfriend left me." I said, as the blinding light from above shone on me from the spotlight in the middle of the stage. They had all been watching me get larger with amazement, but now I was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Your girlfriend left you?" The first guy asked. "You're doing this because your girlfriend left you?" He turned to the others and sighed. "He's never going to find anyone if he does this." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Why not?" I asked. "I'm big now and they'll all be attracted to me, right? Isn't that the point of this whole thing?"

The guy in the spotlight shook his head again. He made a face and then shrugged his shoulders before walking off underneath the spotlight and crossing over towards me from where he stood on my side of the stage with a microphone in his hand as he tapped it against his leg while he spoke into it quietly before turning to look back at me. The spotlights had gone off by then, but there was still plenty of light shining down on me from above on the stage floor, and when he turned to look at me I could see how dumbfounded he looked at my size in person as he stared right at me with wide eyes.

He held up one finger and then pointed it towards me as he walked closer while still staring at my body with disbelief written all over his face before holding up two fingers as he held out his other hand in front of him while he continued walking toward me until he was close enough that we could stand nose to nose. Then he leaned forward slightly as he continued staring at my body before looking up into my eyes for a moment before looking back down again with an even more astonished look than before on his face before finally taking a step back and letting out a sigh as if he was frustrated or angry about something before speaking into the microphone once again while holding it against his chest with both hands as if trying to make sure that everyone heard every word that came out of his mouth without missing a single syllable between any words.