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Mr. Yuan Tries to Help the Inflated Muscle Man

added by liftmore 16 years ago BM

“Guy, what are you doing up there? Ahh, I see your muscles are nice and big now. My ointment works well, does it not?”
“It … I… Look at me! I’m floating like a balloon. Mr. Yuan you got to get me down! Please you got to help me.”
The old man rubbed his chin as he thought. “Oh yes I see, I see now. You always were a polite boy and I like that about you.” The old man bumped along to the trunk and sat down on it. He twisted his stiff old body until by tilting his shoulders enough he could look up at the muscle blimp floating above. The old man smiled at Guy happily.
Guy was so big now that his head wouldn’t even turn and the movement of his arms and legs was restricted to mere inches by the over lapping mounds of inflated muscles. When the man tried to get a look at his body all he could see was nylon coated mounds pressing up around his head. The bodybuilder had no way to judge it but his body looked as thought it easily weighed over 600 pounds of lean cut muscle. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat anywhere on the man. The skin suit had held up well to his growth and fit him like skin while its bright blue strips and panels only accentuated his incredible size.
“You got to have one of your ointments that will shrink back down to size or a pill or something.”
The old man smiled and shook his head. “No, no I am afraid I don’t.”
“I can’t stay like this, Mr. Yuan! You got to do something! It was your goo that blew me up like this!” Guy was losing his patience with the old man.
“My son, it was my goo that gave you the body of your dreams. Can I be blamed for your dreams?” The man smiled patiently. “So tell me how it is that you are now floating in the air like muscle bound balloon?”
Guy knew the man was right. There was logic in what he said. So the bodybuilder spilled it all, telling the man about how since he was a child he had had a fascination with inflating his muscle like balloons till he was packed with real solid muscle. Even his years in the weight room and solid gains hadn’t diminished the fetish. “Now look at me… floating up here like a helium filled human balloon.”
The old man listened to him talk all the while nodding his head and saying, “Yes, yes, I see.” When Guy had finished his confession, the old man smiled. “Tell me Guy; in these fantasies of yours did your balloon muscles ever deflate?” The old man stood up as he looked up at the man.
“No, they only got bigger.”
“That is a problem, my boy”, was all the old man said as he started out of the room as his steps matched the thump of his cane on the old wooden floor.
Guy watched the man go with growing frustration. Then suddenly the words of the old man made sense to him. The bodybuilder started to picture his muscles shrinking and he even puckered his lips and blew air from his lungs. As if he had turned on an exhaust fan somewhere within his body a sweet tasting gust of air began to flow out of his mouth with force. Guy could feel his muscles shrinking as his legs began to sink down toward the floor underneath him. For a time his upper body seemed to swell even bigger around his head as if the helium that filled his muscles was pocketing there as it waited to exit his body. Slowly the huge man drifted down to the floor. Guy stood before the mirror and watched his enormous muscle mass shrink down to something half way human. He had lost the lighter than air feeling by now but still felt the heft of his big muscles. Guy continued to imagine his muscle mass blowing off as if his lips were a pressure relief value until he was satisfied with his look. The suit easily slid over the surface of his muscled body but wasn’t exactly baggy. The bodybuilder stepped up on the scale and happily saw it top out around 240.
Guy walked into the shop again to see the old man dusting jars behind his counter. Mr. Yuan smiled as he saw the bodybuilder approach. “I see that you have taken care of that little gas problem then my friend?”
The big man chuckled as he picked up his tattered clothing from the floor as he made his way down the aisle. “Oh yes.” Guy’s deep voice momentarily sounded high pitched as if he had sucked in a breath of helium but quickly dropped to its normal range. “I think it is all under control, Mr. Yuan.”
The parade had passed and the crowds outside were rapidly thinning out. The bodybuilder smiled at the old man and quickly bent his left arm up and put his thumb into his mouth and blew. Guy’s arm rapidly doubled its muscle mass until his thumb popped free of his mouth as the enormous muscles pressing together over whelmed his strength. “I think I got it now. The body of my dreams.” Guy’s arm almost just as quickly shrunk back to normal. The happy bodybuilder leaned over the counter and thrust a strong hand out to the old man. “Thank you, Mr. Yuan”, he said as he shook the man’s hand.
Just then the bells on the door jingled. Guy looked over to see a tall well built man step in dressed in workout clothes. Guy immediately recognized the man from his gym. His name was Cray. Guy looked down with some embarrassment at the suit he now wore.
The man looked around the dim store and his green eyes immediately locked on Guy and Mr. Yuan. Recognition flooded the man’s face as he walked confidently toward the pair. “Guy how you doing? Or should I call you Super Guy, now? What’s with the su…” the man didn’t even get the words out before he answered his own question. “Ahh, you must have been in the parade dressed up like that.” The new man plucked at a pinch of stretchy fabric at Guy’s shoulder. "Looks good on you."
Thankful for the out, Guy just nodded as he shook the tall man’s hand.
Cray was six foot tall with wild black hair that stood up all over his head and had a 240 pound build that any bodybuilder would be happy with. In fact it was Cray’s build that Guy had focused on earlier as he tried to fight off his muscle inflating fantasies. Guy now matched Cray’s 240 pounds of muscle but packed onto his 5’10” frame it made Guy look even beefier than the stud.
The green eyed man looked Guy up and down. “Boy, look at the size of you! You are blowing up!”

“Something like that”, Guy said with a grin at Mr. Yuan.


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