Kelly Crauss at some point along the way of shipping Muscle Tech-X out to affiliate gyms for testing and demonstrations of the drug's efficiency proceeded to "accidentally" ship a quite large number of flavored dosages out to a new "fitness beach". Set up to allow people to experience the weight lifting and fitness related thrills of the gym and socialize at the same time on the beach, including volleyball and other activities like surfing, the "fitness beach" was deemed to be a valuable target by the scientific higher ups. If they were to understand the effects of and comprehend the nature of their special ingredient as it related to people, this would be the best place to unleash it a little.
And for that, Kelly went ahead with the accident.
In truth, it was no accident at all, but an exposure event - with people ready to go in in case things got too out of control. To tell the truth, Kelly hoped things got a little chaotic over there. Beneath the surface job she had as one of the head advertisers for the drug, she was involved in the research team associated with it. As yet, she was eager to see what a large enough exposure of the drug could do for people. To people.
Especially in such an environment like a beach. She knew damn well what enough doses of MTX did to men. And rather than course correct, she wanted to see what in all the results could be. If with further study she could isolate or even enhance the effects.
The dosages arrived at the beach in the form of numerous sports drinks and refreshments included at the local vending machines, in the local refreshment store. The vending machines stocking the so called "MTX Sports Refresher" were tactically placed near either the gym, the volleyball court area, or the places the surfers rested after their runs at the waves.
Kelly Crauss had done her research on this one.
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As the local beach store owner saw his new supply, he just shrugged and figured it was some new stuff. Someone trying to unseat King Gatorade. He just figured it'd be over in a month or so, so he saw no issue in stocking it and promoting it while it lasted. This so naive owner was Dino Saunders, a bleach blond and tanned surfer turned shop owner. Dino still surfed on occasion, but by now more prioritized his fitness. His light hazel eyes scanned the nutrient labels on the containers and he pondered what in all might be in there.
Dino stood at about six foot tall, and his Hawaiian shirt was unbuttoned enough to show his tightly toned body. He wasn't as bulky as some of the bodybuilders, but then, Dino didn't particularly care to be. He liked this look he had. He wore a pair of blue and green patterned short shorts, which to his delight usually got the ladies' attention whenever he did any running outside without his shirt on.
For now though, Dino decided to sit back and wait at his station to see if anyone came in to get some "MTX". Whatever that was.