As strange as this encounter was, you weren't about to take drugs from a giant, chemically enhanced clown. Before you can leave, though, Smokey grabs you from behind. "Don't worry, chum, it will help the act." And with a looming grin, Myostatin plunges the needle into your own arm.
You feel the jab. Then your body feels like it's quivering and pulsating. Your skin tone turns pale, and you feel your muscles swelling. Your arms balloon, biceps bulging, veins snaking down, ending in two enormous, rough hands with thick fingers. Shoulders branch out, ballooning deltoids topping each enormous limb, and your neck thickens like a barrel while rounded traps extend on each side. Pectorals bulge out, ending in gray nipples, and chiseled rock hard abs form. Your lats flare out forming a huge arch, stretching and tearing the fabric of your clothes.
Legs are elephantine with enormous calves. The feet also change, becoming larger, big enough for oversized shoes, but also hard enough to stomp the earth or juggle heavy objects (or animals). Your hair turns a bright red, and your nose changes shape, a thick bridge leading to the traditional red clown nose. Your brow is thicker, skull wider, ears sticking out, and a painted on smiling mouth covers your thicker lips.
You feel exhausted, and a thick voice says "Wha, what?" and then begins chuckling like an earthquake. You realize this is you.
"Looking good, kid," Smokey says. Myostatin beams down at you (you're still not *quite* as big as he is... yet).
"Now go with Myo for a lift and to finish the process. You like it so far, don't you?"
You flex your powerful muscles. You hadn't planned on becoming a clown today, but this *does* feel good. The thought of lifting heavy weights, performing amazing feats, and continuing to grow (as big as Myostatin? Bigger?) intoxicates you. With a grin even beneath the permanent one, you chuckle assent as you begin to stomp forward with your new friends. "Sure do, hehohohoheh."