Pro, after hitting his new tackle dummy in the night air of the field, comes back inside and picks the wand off the seat of the weight bench. "Man I'm so hungry for protein all the time! I wish I could just eat and keep getting more jacked all the time! That way I never have to worry about being hungry again!" And then an Idea came into his mind, and a gleam into his red eyes. "I wish I'd never stop eating protein or stop growing muscles!" And waved the wand at himself. With a zap a strange thing happened. Dylan the tatoo became normal again, somewhat, and stood there with the under armour gear still on him, still a perminent fixture onto his body. "Oh thank god! Pro you made me human again! But why?" Pro just shook his head bewildered, and that's when the strange sight appeared in front of them.
"Oh man look at all that protein and gym equipment!" Pro said as he looked into the weight room and saw all new equipment and a mountanious pile of chiken breast, beef, fish, and turkey. He liked his lips greedly and began charging toward it like a rhino during a stampide! "Pro I don't think you should... never mind!" And quickly grabbed the wand as pro consumed gulp after gulp. As he ate, dylan just watched as his body began to inflate, more and more muscle growing onto his already massive frame. Dylan just kept gobbling down as he expanded in the chest and lats first, his wingspan getting more glorious with each passing swallow. His arms steadily rising upward as his biceps began to fill up, ingorged with muscle and veins. Next his quads grew and pro just shrugged and ajusted himself slightly, his next and shoulders expanding and growing into mounds of muscled flesh. Dylan just chuckled as pro consumed half the pile and waddled away, to big to walk anymore. But as he began to leave, a man appeared and shouted for him to get over to the weights!
"Move it you meat head! Get your ass over here now!" Shouted the trainer, and pro waddled over inch by inch, as though he couldn't resist. "Oh man pro, what did you do?" Said dylan as the trainer shouted insults and pushed pro to the brinks of pain. Pro just kept lifting until he couldn't lift anymore, and sore began to waddle back to the pile. He sat down tired and began reaching with his oversized arms and biceps to the pile again and consumed to the point where he couldn't reach it anymore. As he sat there little pixies appeared with trays and began to tickle him and sooth him as they fed him more food. "Oh man, I'm gulp, loving, gulp, this!" And with those last words the trainer appeared again. This time the chair left and he was on equipment again. For an hour this continued to the point he no longer could function, his neck just a memory, his chances of escaping this, just a distant thought in his mind. DYlan just smiled and said " well I don't think you can get into anymore trouble now, so I'm gonna get and find out how to get all this back again." Pro just nodded like in a dream as a tube began to feed him while he kept lifting.
Dylan watched as the tube went into his mouth, the pixies gently tickling his cheek and giving him a kiss as they inserted in. He began gulping the brown protein as one of them inserted it into his arm through a huge iv bag. Next came another of pure steriods. The whole time this happened his cloths never ripped, but in fact grew to his size. His helmet had become massive as well as the rest of the gear that was attached to him. Pro tried to lay back down, and started back up on benching again, arms reaching up to the screaming of the trainer, then came arms, then shoulders, then chest. The whole time dylan walked away shaking his head....