Big Ben
by Tim R
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After his outstanding performance at the bodybuilding competition, Ben returned to the gym for a
workout to beat all workouts.  It was evening, but he was totally pumped and feeling huge.  With
his black suit on you could see every one of Ben’s muscles flexed and pumped to huge
proportions.  He was a muscle freak of the greatest size.  Other men could only dream of being
that huge, and standing facing himself in the mirror, Ben new he was the most muscular man in
the world, huge beyond belief and stronger than any man alive. Ben worked on his pecs and traps
and by the end of the workout his neck was thick and huge, and his traps were touching his ears, 
Huge was an understatement.

After about an hour, Ben and his training partner heard a noise in the alley.  Ben was now tool
large to fit through the back doorway so his training partner went out back to check on the noise. 
Ben went back to biceps concentration curls and was pumping his arms beyond huge when his
training partner yelled to Ben,  “Ben, help, come to the back quick”  Ben quickly moved toward
the door and looked out back to see his partner laying in a puddle of blood, his head gashed and
he was half alive.  In the distance Ben could see a gang of eight guys laughing and shouting, “look
at the hero in the black suit” “who do you think you are batman”, the guys were obviously drunk,
but had tried to hurt Ben’s partner to get a few dollars for more drugs and alcohol.  

Ben started to get very upset with the gang, and he clenched his fist pumping up his forearms and
gritting his teeth.  Not thinking Ben pushed his way through the door opening which was about a
good foot too small, and Ben ripped the door off the frame and whit one flex of his massive
triceps, Ben had crushed the doorframe causing the brick wall to move nearly two feet wider for
him to fit through.  Checking to make sure his partner was okay, Ben, in his muscle suit looking
like a fucking mass of muscle and steel, thundered down the alley towards the group of thugs.  As
Ben approached the men began to realise the size he had grown too, even before his growth Ben
could have easily taken on these puny thugs, but today Ben was going to make sure they never
bothered anyone at the gym again.  

The group of guys walked towards Ben, each man holding either steel bars, knives or other tools, 
The wall of thugs stopped in their tracks as Ben stood nearly 10 feet away.  After his workout,
Ben looked phenomenal. He was massive with thick beefy shoulders, massive sinewy biceps,
huge eye popping chest which was not only strong but finely shaped, square and thick from the
base all the way up to his neckline like armour welded to his body. His legs were
as big around as some ordinary men and his waist was no more than any youthful athlete.  As
his anger grew, the cables of his forearms swelled so much the veins in his forearms stuck out
like snakes circling a mighty trunk of an oak tree.  

Grabbing the man closest to him, Ben’s triceps sprang into life and ripped through his sweatshirt
sleeves exposing thick ripped cables of muscle.  Ben ripped off his shirt, revealing his black
workout suit, and the mass of muscle is contained.  As Ben lifted the first man in the air, his back 
muscles and his traps rose like twin beasts rising against moon behind him and with a quick
squeeze, the man began to crumple under Ben’s enviable strength.  Ben had his hands around the
mans chest, and easily squeezed all life out of the thug.  Ben threw the first man into the corner
and although breathing, his ribs were crushed and his lungs virtually useless.  He was no longer a
menace to society.  

The second man held out a long sharp knife normally used by butchers to carve meat. The man
lunged towards Ben, the knife wedging into Bens right biceps nearly six inches.  Ben’s muscles
were so dense and thick that there was no chance of the knife doing any damage.  While the men
gathered around Ben, he raised his right arm and the muscle hardened, his face grimaced 
in silent pain, his face darkening , and with a mighty flex, working the biceps bigger and harder
until the sharp steel pressed back out through the wound it caused and fell impotently, to the
ground, the usually sharp blade squeezed flat by his sinewy biceps muscle.  And he healed up in
no time at all.  Ben had actually flexed the knife out of his biceps.   

Quickly grabbing the now unarmed man, and the taller man next to him, Ben grabbed both men in
his mighty arms, and squished their hard skulls between his forearm and biceps,   The biceps peak
quickly crushing their brains and with one final pump of his now massive biceps Ben watched the
veins on his biceps pound as they fed blood into muscle that crushed their skull and cracked their
spine ensuring their removal from society.  

Two more men ran towards Ben with their arms outstretched and a thick roped in their arms
ready to bind Ben and tie him up.. Ben easily grabbed the rope from them and then he snapped the
ropes and bound the men themselves.  At first he tied them back to back wrapping the ropes
around their chest.  Ben continued to pull the ropes tightening and tightening as the men felt their
legs being crushed but the ropes.  The men fell to the floor and Ben cuffed and shackled them,
using their own tools, to the pipes in the alley.  Another man came from behind and snapped a
pair of shackles on Ben’s legs.   Snapping his steel restraints Ben killed the man with a single blow
to the chest.

The remaining men were now in terror, the Mountain of Muscle who had destroyed their friends
was standing in front of them with the arms of a god and the body of a monster.  He was ready to
kill them, his muscles pumped his strength greater than a earthquake. Ben went over to the
garbage truck parked behind the gym, With a deafening battle roar he pressed the entire truck
overhead, he easily lifted the truck and turned it on its side, his yard-wide chest, now streaming
with black oil and sweat,  Ben was full of rage and pride in his virility, and tossing the truck
towards the remaining thugs, he flexed his engorged biceps.  As he contracted the mountainous
muscles he moved towards the one remaining thug.  Smiling and growling, he paused, then flexed
again, biceps filling his arms as his lats swept out.  His head sat on a column of obscene muscle. 
His biceps rose in peaked, ripped glory as he forced the final man to bend down before him.  The
remaining man was the largest and best looking of the group, a man who Ben had envied as a teen
because he had easily gained size and muscle.  Now next to Ben he looked like a baby, although
he easily stood six foot and weighed over 250 pounds. Wanting to prove to this boy that Ben
was a Muscle God, Ben lifted the garbage truck over his head.  Again he strained and the truck
bowed to his strength; now his triceps were pressed against his sides. Pressing the truck back into
the air, he muscled the ends together and the truck's spine bucked, the tires rocked and sagged
and then banged into each other, with his mammoth sweating body encased between them.  Then
it quivered and wrenched back outwards, and turned sideways.  

With a savage cry he lifted and hurled the twisted wreckage twisted by his iron arms into the
truck. The last thug, crying and bowing to Ben’s strength, pleaded for mercy.  Ben lifted the man
to his feet and demanded him to remove his clothes and show his muscular ripped body.  The thug
removed his shirt and began to flex his 22 inch biceps and expand his chest to its full 58 inched. 
Although proud of his body, the thug was skinny next to Ben’s Herculean mountain of muscle.   

Ben took his outstretch hand and encircled the thugs might biceps, Ben demanded he flex, and as
the thugs biceps expanded and hardened to steel, Ben easily tensed his forearm and using only his
thumb and index finger, Ben squeezed the thugs mighty biceps, crushing muscle and bone with
such ease. the thug crying and screaming for Ben to stop, as Ben continued to tell him to flex. 
The might steel biceps of the tug were no match for Ben, The thugs arms were crushed and limp
by his side as Ben let the thug go knowing he would no longer be able to show off his mighty
biceps.  

Ben returned to his training partner who was now breathing easily and awake, cradling him in his
massive arms, Ben returned to the gym to get some help.  As the left the thug said to Ben, I’ll be
back, and with the rest of the gang.  Big Ben was a hero, saving his community from the thugs
who had terrorised the neighbourhood for years.