As you start doing your set, runt looks at you, and begins to think hard. "Hmmm I wonder? I always liked how beefy those bodybuilders were in the Olympia, but let's make it bigger! And make it so he's no longer in compition because he juiced to much, and finally lets have it so he's so addicted he doesn't do anything else but juice and workout all day and night? Perfect!" He exclaims, and I look up confused. "What's your problem runt? Ha! It's true, cause your smaller compared to these babies!" I flex my arms in a double bicep pose. Runt just smiles and say with fake excitement "look! There's some steriods on the floor! Better grab them and gulp them down, don't want to start getting off your cycle now!"
Runt watched as his roider picks it up and swallows, folllowed by two more, then three, then five. "What's happening to me? I feel weird?" The roider said as he followed the trail of pills to an Iv with dbol in it. He instantly began to attach it to his arm, making sure the large veins on his bicep was a direct hit. He winced a little and began moving the Iv pole around as he started working out. By now he started to swell up a little more, his chest widening, his shoulders thickening up. As he started his curls, they two began to grow, looking twice the size they once were. He got up, and as he walked he began to get heavier. "Yo runt! You fooling with me or something?" He yelled. Runt laughed and said "just helping you get bigger juicy juice!" And stood there watching.
By now runts roider began to have thicker legs and as he tried walking, his movement became slower till it was just a waddle. As he huffed and puffed to the peck deck he noticed his pecks were already to the point he needed a bra if they weren't so firm with muscle. He bounced them in the mirror and saw his roid gut jut out a little more. By this time he must weigh about 500 pounds, and stepping on a scale he was right! "Holy shit! 545 pounds! I'm a beast man!" Runt just smiled seeing his body looking like a puffed out bodybuilder that's been roiding for years. "Your looking good there juicy juice!" Runt said as he patted his shoulder. His shoulders almost look like football pads they were so wide and big. His chest was an overflowing masterpiece minus the sever ginocastia, but his biceps were so big his arms flopped up and down as he waddled. His wingspan would block the sun if he walked the beach. He became aroused and tried to strike himself but suddenly he craved more roids. Looking at the empty bag he yelled "yo! Juice me up man! I'm low!" Runt smiled and happily abliged hoping he'd grow even more