"Here ya go stud," the muscle freak said as he brusquely ripped off all of Zack's clothing.
"Noooooo!" Zack screamed as he struggled like a helpless rag doll in the rubber gloved hands of the muscle
freak.
Zack had decided that the gloves were football gloves and this guy must be from a rival team. Then cold liquid
covered his hair and dripped down his body. It was some kind of oil. The giant muscle guy was pouring it from
a big brown glass jug. At first Zack hoped to slip from the guy's powerful grip, but the rubber gloved grip
wouldn't give. Zack glanced around, it looked like he was in a tanning salon. There were rows of booths lined
up. One directly in front of him had the door wide open. The muscle freak was trying to shove him inside. As
Zack hit the far wall of the tanning booth. He pivoted on his foot to bolt out of there, but all he did was
slip on his oil soaked feet and land on his butt.
The muscle freak laughed and closed the door. The walls lit up. Zack closed his eyes fearing that the harsh
artificial light might damages his eyes. He managed to stand using the walls to keep from slipping. He tried
the door, it was locked as expected. The oil had dripped over his closed eyelids and dried into a gummy
rubbery seal. He was afraid he'd end up like a lobster, if that guy left him in here for hours.
Finally, there was a sound, and Zack felt the rays were no longer bombarding his naked body. He opened his
eyes. They must have moved him from the booth to a warehouse, or the booth had gotten bigger? The wall in
front of him swung open. He was staring at the biggest pair of Nike hightops he had ever seen. An old woman
could live in one of those shoes, he thought. Then he looked up.
There were two massive pillars of hairy flesh rising to what looked like a yellow parachute draped over the a
hill sized crotch. He had to step back to see the giant's abs. The giant stooped and reached for him. He was
huge, but he didn't seem quite as muscled as the muscle freak had - just enormously bigger.
"Yeah, you'll do great!" he said picking up Zack as if he was an action figure.
Only while in the giant's grasp did Zack notice that his skin was glowing faintly.
A giant version of the muscle freak loomed over the giant's shoulder.
It said in a booming voice, "Yeah, he's the perfect suppository now. Wear him for a couple weeks and you'll
absorb his compressed muscles, and maybe in a couple of weeks ya'll look more like me."
Zack freaked, he had been turned into some sort of steroid. How was he going to be worn? What was a
suppository again?