> Chayton's story – part 2 <

With each day the physical changes became more apparent. His muscles swelled and began to constrain him, gradually becoming a burden. Every time he walked through the village, he felt the weight of his heavy muscles. He only needed to walk a little, and he was already out of breath. Simple tasks like bending to scoop water or shooting with the bow became increasingly challenging. His movements became clumsy, and the strength that was once a blessing felt more and more like a curse.

The voices, once encouraging and gentle, became increasingly demanding. After several weeks of steady growth, they began to criticize Chayton. "You are not yet strong enough," they whispered every time he took off the Wakan Tanka. "A true leader of our people must offer more. Your muscles must be larger, your presence even more impressive." Meanwhile, the villagers seemed increasingly puzzled by his transformation. They advised him to remove the talisman. The elders looked disdainfully at him. According to them, anyone who wants to be a good leader must also be able to show restraint.

Over time the demands of the ancestors became more aggressive. "Your muscles are not enough!" "You are a disgrace to your ancestors." Chayton, seeking to escape the voices, now wore the talisman almost constantly. The mental burden of these condemnations weighed heavily, but the physical limitations became unbearable.

One evening, Chayton placed the Wakan Tanka in front of him on the ground and begged the ancestors, "Please, leave me alone! Be silent at last!" However, the ancestors responded relentlessly: "We will never be silent. You killed your own brother. Did you think we wouldn't know? You have a choice: Wear the talisman and live without our voices, but endure your muscles endlessly growing until you are trapped in your own body. Or remove the talisman and live with our eternal hatred in your ears."

> Chayton's story – part 1 <

In the vastness of the prairies lived the Lakota tribe. The heart of their culture was the Wakan Tanka, a sacred talisman passed down from generation to generation, granting the bearer not only physical strength and attractiveness but also a connection to the spirits of their ancestors. Chayton envied his older brother Mahkah for inheriting the talisman. He always felt overshadowed by his brother and desired both the respect of the tribe members and the power of the talisman.

One clear autumn evening, Chayton accompanied his brother on a hunt. Far from the ears of the other villagers Chayton seized a moment of Mahkah's carelessness. His fall from a cliff seemed suspicious to no one. Chayton returned with his brother's body, marked by apparent pain and sorrow. The unsuspecting villagers showed him compassion an he took over the Wakan Tanka.

As Chayton placed the talisman around his neck, he immediately felt a deep, pulsating warmth spreading throughout his entire body. The energy was overwhelming, almost electrifying, as it flooded his muscles. Initially, the change was subtle. Chayton noticed his arms becoming firmer, his shoulders broader. Every morning it seemed as if he had grown stronger overnight, a process that flattered his vanity and gave him a newfound confidence.

But something was different than expected. The voices of the ancestors, who according to tribal lore should only speak while the talisman was worn, fell silent as long as Chayton wore it. But as soon as he took it off, they began to whisper. They praised his progress and growing strength. "You make your ancestors proud, Chayton," they said. "You will be strong enough to lead our people." "You look great!" "Put the talisman back on to become even stronger." These words were soothing to his soul, feeding his pride.

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> Liam's story – part 2 < LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale! My muscles are exploding! Absolutely amazing! Dr_Dale: Not surprised ;) Since you were so enthusiastic, I added another component to the pills that modifies the activity of IGF-1 in your body. IGF-1 is crucial for muscle growth and regeneration. LiamMuscle: What does that mean? Dr_Dale: Simply put, we're increasing the natural production and activity of IGF-1 in your muscles. This means your muscle cells will not only be able to grow without Myostatin's limit, but they will also grow and regenerate more efficiently thanks to the enhanced IGF-1 signal. LiamMuscle: What does IGF-1 do? Dr_Dale: IGF-1 stands for "Insulin-like Growth Factor 1". It's a protein that works similarly to insulin but is mainly responsible for growth and development in the body. IGF-1 is produced mainly in the liver and regulated by growth hormone. It promotes the growth of muscle cells, improves the healing of muscle tissue, and supports the development of new muscle cells from muscle stem cells. It's a key factor in muscle regeneration and growth. LiamMuscle: I only understand half of it. But what I do understand: More muscles. So, it's good. Dr_Dale: Good attitude. You don’t need to understand it. --- LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale. My muscles are growing really well. But it’s all happening a bit too fast. Can we slow down the muscle growth or something? --- LiamMuscle: Hey Dr_Dale. Maybe you didn’t read my last message from two weeks ago. Can we slow down the muscle growth? I’m really having problems. I’ve stopped working out, but the muscles keep growing! --- LiamMuscle: I need help! Please answere me! I can barely walk because of the muscles. My arms are so muscular, I can hardly bend them. I need help with everything! I’m completely dependent on others! --- LiamMuscle: Plesse… I csn barrely type witj these thick fingers… Help! [Message was not delivered. Dr_Dale blocked you.]

> Liam's story – part 1 < Dr_Dale: Hi LiamMuscle! I saw your forum post about wanting more muscles and looking for shortcuts. I think I can help. I’d love to see a guy like you grow. ;) What I'm offering is far from anything you've tried before. I'm talking about genetic modification - CRISPR. Interested? LiamMuscle: Genetic modification? Sounds like sci-fi. Tell me more. Dr_Dale: In short, we can edit your DNA to modify certain genes that control your muscle growth. Specifically, this involves two things: Myostatin and Follistatin. LiamMuscle: What are those? What do they do? Dr_Dale: Myostatin is a protein that naturally limits your muscle growth. Too much of it, and your body stops itself from building more muscle mass. Follistatin, on the other hand, promotes muscle growth. It neutralizes the effects of Myostatin. LiamMuscle: And you can craft with it? Dr_Dale: Yes, through a special CRISPR treatment. I work with nanoparticles that we use as a delivery system for the CRISPR tool. These nanoparticles are incorporated into pills that you simply swallow. LiamMuscle: Sounds too simple. Just pills? Dr_Dale: Exactly. The nanoparticles are programmed to pass through the liver and go straight to your muscle cells without being broken down by your body. Once there, they start working: turning off the Myostatin gene and boosting Follistatin production. LiamMuscle: What does that mean for me? More muscles, non-stop? Dr_Dale: Theoretically, yes. Your muscles wouldn't be limited by Myostatin anymore. With increased Follistatin production, you could see significant gains, far beyond what's naturally possible. LiamMuscle: Sounds great. Send me the pills. Dr_Dale: Like any procedure of this kind, there are risks. LiamMuscle: Don't care. Don't bore me with that. Make me your guinea pig. Dr_Dale: Someone's quickly convinced. ;) I like it! You're really ready to do anything for more muscles, aren't you? LiamMuscle: When it comes to muscles, there's no such thing as too much. Bigger is always better!

> Owen and Dr. Gray's story – part 2 <

"The hospital would drop the charges if you agree to let us expose you to the gas again – for science, of course." Owen didn't hesitate for a second. "Where do I sign? You drop the charges and I get even more muscles?" "That's right. A lot more muscles. Much more. You'll be surprised."

Day after day, Owen woke up in his hospital room and each time his body seemed to have grown even more – each muscle fuller and more defined than before. Dr. Gray was always by his side, whispering an ever-growing obsession. "You're a pioneer, Owen," Dr. Gray whispered as he prepared the gas bottle. "Your body is a masterpiece shaped by science."

With each new day and each new treatment, Owen seemed to lose himself more in his hyper-muscular body. Movements became harder, almost alien, as if the muscles had a life of their own. But instead of feeling limited, Owen felt a strange euphoria. "More," he whispered when he looked in the mirror that Dr. Gray held for him and saw his arms that were now as thick as other men's waists.

"I feel great," he said to Dr. Gray, whose face showed a mix of triumph and scientific curiosity.

"That's good. Ready?" asked Dr. Gray and, after Owen eagerly nodded, helped him put on the mask that would connect him with the next wave of gas.

Finally, after weeks, maybe months – Owen couldn't tell – his body reached a mass beyond imagination. His muscles, swollen and massive, stopped him from moving. He was trapped in his own flesh, a sculpture of pure power, but in his heart, he felt nothing but joy.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Dr. Gray's voice was barely a whisper, but Owen heard it clearly. "You are the masterpiece of human evolution."

"Can I... can I get more?" asked Owen, his voice weak under the weight of his gigantic chest.

Dr. Gray smiled, a smile that held both satisfaction and a dark secret. "Of course, Owen. There is always more. The question is just, how far are you willing to go?" "As long as I can breathe," said Owen, "I want more."

> Owen and Dr. Gray's story – part 1 <

At night in the hospital, because an employee wasn't careful, there was a gas leak in the lab. Owen, a security guard, was on patrol at this late hour when the gas surrounded him. He immediately felt a warm wave through his muscles, but before he could believe what his eyes saw – his flesh growing – he fell into deep darkness.

When Owen woke up, he was in the sterile coolness of a hospital room. His vision was blurry and unfocused, and he saw the face of a doctor who introduced himself as Dr. Gray. "Do you remember what happened yesterday?" he asked, but Owen's thoughts were a tangled mess with no beginning or end.

Dr. Gray, worried Owen might sue the hospital, said, "You made a serious mistake. The gas... you released it." The words hit hard, but Owen, who couldn't remember anything, was torn between doubt and a whispering fear of the consequences.

"I want to help you," continued the doctor, his gaze sliding over Owen's bulging muscles. "There's a treatment. A ... different ... gas that could restore your memory." Owen just nodded, driven by a desire for clarity.

He woke up with no memory. The doctor asked again what Owen thought had happened. "I can't really remember, but I guess I released the gas. But why would I do that?" Dr. Gray saw that Owen's memory was moldable like clay. "You wanted this," he said. "You longed for bigger muscles, more than anything. You knew about the effects of the gas." "I can't remember at all! My memory doesn't seem to be working right..." "I can help you. There's a gas treatment that will restore your memory."

The next morning, asked about the accident, Owen said he had released the gas on purpose to get more muscles. Muscles were so incredibly important to him that he must have lost his mind. Dr. Gray's lies had become his truth.

"It's a bit awkward to bring this up, but you realize the hospital will sue you?" Owen was shocked. Dr. Gray continued: "But I have a proposal for you. A win-win deal."

> Arvid and Einar's story <

In a world where the idea of masculinity was inseparably linked to the size and power of muscles, lived Arvid and Einar, a pair of shape-shifters who had chosen to inhabit bodies of hypermuscular bodybuilders. Their love was as strong as the muscles that covered every inch of their bodies.

One day, Arvid revealed a secret buried deep in his heart. "Einar," he began with a trembling voice, "there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. Something I could barely admit to myself." Einar, whose heart stopped at the words of his beloved, reassuringly wrapped his powerful arms around Arvid. "Whatever it is, my dear, you can confide in me." With closed eyes Arvid confessed: "I've always hidden behind this facade of muscle. But deep inside me, there's a desire to be smaller, protected by you. I long for comfort, even if it sounds unmanly."

Emotions like love, concern, surprise overwhelmed Einar – but all of this culminated in a strong devotion. "Arvid, my love for you is unconditional. If your heart desires something else, so be it." With the magic flowing in their veins, Einar took Arvid's hand and spoke words full of strength and love. "Let go, my beloved. Become who you want to be, not who you thought you had to be." Under Einar's gentle persuasion, Arvid's body began to shrink, every inch he lost made him fit more into the image his heart desired. With each degree of reduction, he felt lighter, freer, more secure in the arms of his partner.

Einar, now the larger one, held Arvid in a loving but firm embrace. "I will always be here to hold you, to protect you, my dear," whispered Einar. Arvid felt a freedom he never thought possible. In the contrasting dynamic of their size ratio, he found true strength – the strength to face his own vulnerability and surrender to the love and acceptance of his partner. The comfort Arvid sought and the protective instinct awakened in Einar merged into a unity stronger than the greatest muscles they had ever sculpted.