MuscleBook

Impossible Reality
It was incredible to look at, the festival of muscle called the Mr. Olympia being interrupted by a short little snot-nosed kid in an oversized robe. This was the most important moment for many of these men’s lives and here comes a little 8 year old brat to stop the whole process! There were several huge men looking down, sneering and frowning at the 4 foot 1 inch tall kid who had seemingly wandered out of nowhere to take command of the stage. The men averaged 6’2 and 290 pounds, working their whole lives to achieve the bodies they did, why was this kid here? They got their answer as the kid undid his robe and dropped it to the ground. BOOOM! He was revealed as the most muscular human being who ever existed, and he had yet to flex his body, at all. He was ripped to complete shreds and was not only proportionally bigger, but bigger overall than the heaviest heavyweight in the contest. The boy’s muscles were inconceivable, impossible to think about, how big are they, how strong are they, how can he get so big at only eight years old? He just smiled at the blank expressions staring back at him and began posing, showing each body part in his incredible body, his calves, bigger than most turkeys, his thighs, many of the bodybuilder’s waists measured up to his huge quads and hamstrings, his waist was incredibly tiny, showing an awesome eight pack of abs, his chest was incredibly huge, no one on the stage could even hope to compare chests with him, and finally his biceps, way bigger than his waist, and bigger than every man at the contest. The crowd was electrified by this young boy’s performance, they were screaming their heads off, they were clapping in appreciation, they had never seen a show like this. It was unanimous for the judges, none of them could think of anything else to do but give this 8 year old the overall prize, none of the much heavier bodybuilders came close to his size, symmetry and definition. It was probably the easiest decision ever rendered in professional bodybuilding contest, although the male professional bodybuilders were very angry at this miniscule newcomer, they couldn’t convince themselves that they were any where near his level of muscularity. 
“Well, Arnold and Triple H, we are here with the overall winner of the Mr. Olympia, no its not Ronny Coleman, Markus Ruhl, or Jay Cutler, it is eight year old first timer, Jimmy Newman, Jimmy may I ask how you got to be so muscular?” The announcer marveled at the youngster’s awesome physique. “Well, Tom, my parents were both very muscular in their own right, my father is Six time Mr. Olympia Ted Newman and my mother is 4 time Ms. Olympia champion Shari Myers-Newman, so right away, from the time I was born, I was brought into the life of a bodybuilder.” He continued “I ate everything they ate, I drank everything they drank, I followed them in just about everything they did, finally, when I was 5 and a half, they let me lift weights in their personal gym, that’s what really began my transformation into what you see right now.” The eight year old was very smart, as well, seemingly a genius with the body of a god, it was unreal to consider how young he really was, most kids his age were in the third grade, he was already in the 6th grade, most kids couldn’t even do a pushup, he could do countless numbers of them with two people, his 250 pound dad and 145 pound mom, sitting on his wide back. “Well, I discovered I was naturally very strong already, at three I benched 90 pounds the first time I got on the bench machine, and everything went from there, now, at just two months past my eigth birthday, I bench several times that, I won’t tell you, though, I want the whole world to see when I go to the national power lifting meet next Saturday, believe me though, the whole world will be amazed!” With that he flexed a bicep for the camera that filled up the entire field of vision of everyone at home, it was unreal, the bicep was up so high that it was touching Jimmy’s wrist, the show then went back to Arnold Shwarzenegger and Triple H, who were hosting the show, and looked to be in complete shock, mouth’s hanging open, and almost speechless. “Hunter, I have some measurements of Jimmy’s that the whole world will find interesting, his calves are 22 inches, his thighs are 32 inches, his waist is only 14 inches, his chest is 62 inches, and his biceps are 28 inches, over twice that of his waist.” The two looked at each other, totally dumbfounded as they tried to comprehend the significance of this data, most male bodybuilders would kill for any of those stats, but very few could even come close. “His chest is almost four and a half times his waist and his biceps are exactly 2 times his waist, I don’t know of any bodybuilder, male or female that could achieve numbers like that, and this amazing specimen is only 8 years old!” One thing is for sure, Triple H thought, I sure wouldn’t want to be one of the record holders at the National Powerlifting meet, this kid looks damn strong! 
Jimmy showed up to the powerlifting meet in an old sweatsuit that looked 2 sizes too big, it was his father’s at one point, but fit him almost perfectly. It made him look big, but at the same time it hid some of the now famous muscularity. But everyone knew it was him, of course he was the only pre-teen in the contest and his dimensions had become well known over the last week. Many of the powerlifters were sick with fear and awe of this Miniature Hercules, knowing his size was well beyond most of them already, and seeing how muscular he looked, they knew they were probably no where near his strength. He was just to powerful looking, bigger than any pro male bodybuilder, at only 8 years old. Jimmy was wearing a leather weight belt and lifting gloves as well, his father who was very big in his own right, but looked tiny compared to his own son, was walking next to him, giving him words of encouragement. It was intimidating to many of them to watch how the much shorter son, over 2 feet shorter, was a little bit wider then his dad, who wasn’t week looking by any means. It was only 8 years before that Ted Newman was coming to this contest to set records of his own, but even at this point, Ted felt that his son was much stronger than he was at his strongest, and that filled him with a sense of pride and awe as well. 
Just then, a loud voice rang out through the gym "Get this little pipsqueak out of my way, this is a man’s contest!" Obviously this was the big dog of the contest, the biggest, the strongest, the meanest guy there, and he definitely looked like it. He was 6’6 and weighed 360 pounds of muscle, his chest was huge, but he did have quite a beer belly on him, he sneered down at Jimmy with a look that would have sent 3/4 of the gym running the other direction. Jimmy just looked up and matched his opponent’s intensity, he said "Look, mr. I don’t know who you are, but let me introduce myself, I am Mr. Olympia 2008, Jimmy Newman." As he was saying this, he proceeded to take his sweats off, showing his body that won him that title, it was even bigger and harder than the contest, because he was training harder than ever to be the strongest person at this meet. Unlike most powerlifters, he was ripped to absolute shreds, every muscle was visible, covered in veins, and laced with striations that no normal man could have, much less an eight year old boy! He didn’t look scared either, he was confident, and even cocky, he knows he is probably much stronger than any adult in the contest. So he told his dad to put his warmup weight on the bar, and his dad proceeded to load 6 45 pound plates on each side, 585 pounds total! The big powerlifter wasn’t smirking any more, this kid was incredible as he lifted the bar off the rack without even a grunt and brought it down to his immensely muscular chest. He brought it up immediately, totally in control and lowered it again slowly, he did this for 25 reps, and at the end was not breathing hard or sweating at all, it wasn’t even a decent warm-up for him anymore. "Dad, put some real weight on there now." His father put a forty five on each side along with a 10 and a two and a half, for a total of 700 pounds! "Christ! I was 25 the first time I benched over 700, and I had been lifting for 14 years by that time, you’re only 8 years old and this is not even your max, is it?"

*This story deals with a young boy who is extraordinarily muscular and strong, the story does not get beyond admiration for his body, and feats of strength, so there is not now or will ever be any sexual content in this particular story, but it will have a ton of description of muscle on a 5 year old, if you can not handle that, do not read this story.* 
My name is Jeremy Wilson, I’m a single dad living at home with a 12 year old boy, his name’s Harry James Wilson, named after Harry Potter, I’m a big fan of fantasy storybook characters. Little did I know that something truly and incredibly unreal would happen to me. 
It all happened when the new family, the Carravagios moved in next door, they were originally from Italy, but decided to move to America, why now, I don’t know, but luckily for me and Harry, they did. The family had 2 kids, a girl of 11 and a boy of 5, the dad, Giuseppe was 42 and the mom Juliana was 39, but both looked much younger and really healthy. I had met the young girl, who had a fairly strong handshake, but then I met the boy, and when he shook my hand, I was surprised, it felt like a vice was on my hand, I tried my best not to show the pain, but evidently it didn’t go unnoticed. 
“I’m sorry, my new friend, little Guppy doesn’t really know his strength yet. He’s been in gymnastics since he was 2, and he’s gotten really strong from it.” The boy, named Giuseppe Jr., but everyone called him guppy, didn’t look strong, with his baggy jacket on, there was no sign that he had the strength to bring a full grown man to his knees in pain from a simple handshake.
Everything was going great with the new neighbors, until one day, about 2 weeks after they moved in. I was standing in the kitchen, looking out a window that goes to the back yard, there I saw Guppy and my son Harry having a little bit of a wrestling match. I thought it was going to be a mismatch, the size difference was enormous, Harry was 5’2, 140 pounds, not really that fit, but he had a 2 foot height advantage and seemingly a huge weight advantage.
It turned out to be a one-sided match, but not in the way I was thinking. Little Guppy was throwing Harry around like a rag doll, he pinned him, put his knees on Harry’s shoulders, then amazingly, tore his shirt from his body like Hulk Hogan. It was then that I got a look at Guppy’s body and it was incredible! I had never even thought it possible to build muscle like that, for someone so young, but his shoulders looked wide, capped with muscles as big as softballs. He did a double biceps pose over Harry, completing the humiliation, and I felt that I had to get involved.
I went out the backdoor, and went to try and lift Guppy off of Harry’s beaten carcass. I say try to lift because I wasn‘t able to get him to move, it was like trying to lift up an 80 pound bag of cement. Not to mention that his body was harder than cement. 
“Mr. Wilson, what are you doing? Are you trying to lift me up? Silly man, that’s not a good way to lift up, you’re wrenching your back and not using your legs, here, let me show you.” 
Did I mention that I’m a big guy, I am 6’1 and I weigh 250 pounds, not muscle, I’m mostly fat, but I still thought that this 5 year old shouldn’t weigh more than I’m used to lifting. Anyway, Guppy rose off of Harry’s body, then he bent down in a squat and put his arms under his legs and lower back, with only a slight grunt, 5 year old Guppy lifted 12 year old Harry off the ground in a cradle carry. 
“N…now G…guppy, don’t h…hurt yourself, please put Harry down, I mean he weighs 140 pounds, you shouldn’t lift someone that much bigger than you.” 
“Actually, Mr. Wilson, he’s not that much heavier than me, I can hardly feel him at all. I weigh 73 pounds, as you can see, its all muscle. But I’ll put Harry down, because you asked nicely.” 
So Guppy set Harry down and stepped back slightly, Harry got up and back away from Guppy. 
“Man, you’re strong, little dude, can I feel your muscle?” 
Guppy smiled, and did a double biceps flex again. “Of course, I love showing off my muscle.” 
This was my first real chance to check out the kid’s upper body and it was incredible, he was really stocky, his stomach was incredibly defined, you could see each of the six bricks with ease. His pecs were equally well developed, 2 solid blocks of muscle that were lightly striated, with a noticeable valley down the middle, the beginning of a muscle cleavage that in a few years would make most bodybuilders green with envy. The shoulders from the back were very impressive, but from the front were even better, they were round, but you could easily see the striations and even veins running from the top of the shoulder down his arms. In other words, he looked like a mini bodybuilder, a 3’2 tall Dorian Yates. 
“My goodness, Guppy, you look incredible, surely just doing gymnastics hasn’t developed that kind of mass and definition, do you lift weights?” 
“Oh yes, Mr. Wilson, my daddy started me lifting weights when I was 3 years old, he says I took to them like a fish takes to water, but I was already strong from the 6 months of gymnastics I was doing by then. My dad said I was muscular even before my first birthday, that I had this four pack of abs even then. That’s one of the reasons why I took to gymnastics, I had strength well beyond anybody in my age group, and could already do many of the strength moves that gymnasts can do.” 
“Well it shows, your muscles are incredibly well developed, more developed then most teenagers, if I do say so myself. And the power you showed lifting Harry was just incredible. How much can you bench press, big guy?” 
“Dad says I shouldn’t let people know that, that the truth would be too unbelievable. But you’re our neighbors, our friends, you’d believe me wouldn’t you?” 
“Of course I would, Guppy, what about you Harry, you’d believe him, wouldn’t you?” 
“Yeah, dad, I mean I would have to, I felt your strength already.” 
“Oh no you didn’t, I was holding way back on you, Harry. You’re my friend, and I don’t want to hurt you, and I didn’t want to scare you by showing how strong I really am.” 
“But when you lifted Harry up, you showed some strain, you grunted, you lifted him slowly using your legs, that had to use a lot of your power, didn’t it?” 
“It was all for show, actually, again, I didn’t want to show you what I’m capable of, until I knew you’d be able to accept me for me, not be scared of me because of my power. Believe me, what I did with Harry showed only a small, small amount of my true power. Do you really, really want to know how strong I am, Mr. Wilson, do you promise we can still be friends if I do reveal to you how strong I am?” 
“Yes, yes, I absolutely will still be your friend, Guppy, if you show me your strength, I’m sure it will only make us even closer, because we’ll have a secret that no one else in the neighborhood will have. It’ll be like we’re in a secret club, doesn’t that sound cool?” 
“Well…ok, I guess when you put it that way. My dad has gotten me a new weight set, that’s part of his job, he is a developer of a new kind of alloy metal that is 3 times denser than lead, a plate that looks like 25 pounds actually weighs 75 pounds, a plate that looks like 45 pounds weighs 135 pounds, and a plate that looks like it weighs 100 pounds actually weighs 300 pounds. I can’t tell you how much weight I can bench, because before now, using regular weights, I haven’t been able to find my limit, not since I was 4 and a half years old. No bars have been heavy enough to test my true strength.” 
“But…but, you can put almost 1,000 pounds on a bar, you can’t be telling me that you can bench over a thousand pounds, that’s impossible! You’re only 5 years old!” 
“See, I knew you wouldn’t believe me! You’re just like all the other grownups that I’ve met, they always underestimate me, they always say no, you can’t do that! No, Guppy, don’t lift that car, you’ll hurt yourself! Well, if you really want to be my friends, you’ll come watch me work out!” 
“Okay, okay, big guy, we’ll watch you, but did you just say that you can lift a car? I have to see that for myself!” 
“Well, my parents said I shouldn’t but I guess, if you want me to lift your car, and you promise not to tell anyone I did it, I’ll do it, just for you, because we’re special friends.” 
So I showed Guppy to our garage and opened the garage door, and as soon as all three of us were in there, I looked around and closed it. 
“Okay Guppy, you have my permission, please, lift my car.” 
“Okay Mr. Wilson.” 
Without further ado, this incredible muscle boy put his hands on the front bumper of my 3500 pound Dodge SUV, he squats down and slowly lifts with his legs, the wheels of the car slowly, millimeter by millimeter raise off the ground as he stands up to his full height. I fell back against the garage door, I thought, up to now, his claims of power were all talk, but here was the absolute proof, Guppy was holding the front end of the car off the ground. But he wasn’t done! With a slight grunt, he started straightening his arms until they were over his head, along with the whole front end of the car! 
Do you remember the scene in the movie Superman? Where baby Cal-el comes to Earth and fresh out of the space capsule, he lifts the truck off the ground. I never thought, in all my life, that that scene could happen in real life, it was just too fantastic to even cross my brain that anyone on Earth could be strong enough to do it, but right in front of me, less than 5 feet away, this awesome, this superbly muscled 5 year old was doing it, with a smile on his face! Then it hit me, this was no ordinary 5 year old, this boy must have a gene, a mutant gene that allows his strength to just increase no matter what he lifts, his body just gets strong enough to lift it and after a while, the weight becomes lighter and lighter. I have heard of children with no myostatin blockers, but this was something altogether different. I had to learn more. 
“Guppy, you can set down my car now. I believe you, more than that, I believe in you. I promise to make sure that no one other than me, you, Harry, and your family knows how strong you really are, but first, you gotta do something for me.” 
“Okay Mr. Wilson, what do you want me to do?” 
“Will you tell me a little bit about your power growing up? Could you tell me a couple of interesting stories about your developing strength and muscle? I’m just curious, how strong were you when you started lifting weights, and even before that, did you do any incredible feats of strength when you were 1 or 2 years old?” 
“Okay, you got it, Mr. W., well I don’t remember doing it, but my mom says when I was 4 months old, I broke a wooden bar in my crib with my bare hands. I kept doing it, so they got me an all metal crib, thinking that there was no way I was strong enough to bend and break steal. But at 8 months old, that’s exactly what happened, they said I grabbed a bar really tightly and the metal deformed in my hand, then I yanked it and it broke off the crib. Since then until I was 1 and a half, I slept with my parents in their bed. They said I was rambunctious even then, that my involuntary kicks and punches hurt and left bruises. My dad said I even kicked mommy off the bed once or twice.” 
Wow, that was incredible, even as a baby, he was probably as strong as a normal 10 year old. I asked him, “Please go on?” 
“My first memories of using my power when I was 2 years old, I was watching my dad workout in his gym, first he was doing pushups, which I imitated immediately, dropping down and doing them much easier and much quicker than he was. I could feel something funny in my chest. I stopped when my dad stopped, but I bet I did twice as many pushups than he did, because I was doing them so much faster. My dad hadn’t seen me doing them, but he looked at me standing there and asked me if I wanted to workout with him. I smiled and nodded. He jumped up to a chin-up bar and told me this is the way you do chin-ups. The bar was 5 and a half feet above my head, but I squatted down and launched myself up as far as I would go. Two of my fingers were around the bar, without problem I grasped the bar. My dad had a disbelieving look on his face, how could I jump 5 feet in the air, I was only 2’3 tall! That’s when I started doing chin-ups, my dad dropped down and started counting. I did 30 pull-ups, because that’s as high as I could count at the time.” 
Awesome! I can’t even do one pull-up, I haven’t been able to since I was in 6th grade, but even at 2, this kid was so proportionally strong that he could rep out pull-ups without even trying. 
“How about your first day of gymnastics?” 
“Well, it didn’t really last long.”
“Why not?”
“Well, first of all, they couldn’t find a leotard that could fit me, even ones met for 5 and 6 year old boys did nothing to cover my muscles, then I started doing pull ups on the bar and ran around like I saw the older gymnasts do. Then I got into a fight with an 11 year old, who thought I was showing off for the class, and I didn‘t belong there, then he called me a freak. I got so mad that I took him down and hit him in the face, like I saw on wrestling. Well, he got a bloody nose and I was sent home for the day. When I came back a couple days later, they found a bigger leotard, one that was meant for a very well muscled 8 year old, and the boy that ragged on me was far more respectful to me. In fact, he tended to shy away from saying anything, even if I did something wrong, he knew I had a short temper and a stronger body.” 
Unreal! At 3 he was already taking down kids that were 11 years old and pretty strong in their own right? “What about your career in gymnastics, how long did that last?” 
“Oh, only about 3 months, see, it turns out that when I got the moves down, I could do them better than anyone at the school, and it went all the way up to 14 years old. So how would it look to you if a 3 year old boy competed against boys 13-14 and winning in a gymnastics meet? Well, my dad saw I was unnaturally strong and fast, and started me on a weight training program, to see how much potential I had. And you can probably guess, 2 years later, I can lift a car over my head.” 
“Yes, Guppy, you turned out to be very strong, huh? Not to mention muscular, I have a tape measure, would you mind if I took your measurements?” 
“Sure, Mr. W., that would be cool with me.” 
So a little while later I came back down to the basement, where I was met with the sight of Guppy crushing a rock in his hands. 
My son was awed at the sight of the 5 year old making dust out of the big stone. “Look dad, I asked him if he could make this stone into gravel, and he’s doing it, look, its busting up into a million pieces!” 
I was looking, first at the rock, then at the incredible definition that the effort of crushing the rock had on his body. His pecs were now standing out because of the position his arms were in, it was like he was doing a crab pose, the muscles were rippling, the striations were dancing. Not to mention his forearms were working, creating striations and veins on them. The 5 year old boy now had the look of an ultra-ripped Super heavyweight male bodybuilder, going for the Mr. Olympia crown. I put the tape down on the car and ran back in the house, I wanted to get a scale to see for myself how much this dynamo weighed. 
I came back down to get even more of a shock, it seemed that Guppy was gone, but I saw all four wheels of my SUV off the ground, and I knew where he was. I bent down to look and sure enough, Guppy was on his back, bench pressing the entire 3500 pounds of the truck! I couldn’t believe it, even after all the stuff I’d seen that day, I still couldn’t encompass the full power of this 5 year old! I cleared my throat.
“Guppy, could you put down my truck please, I love that you can bench press it, but I don’t want you to hurt it or yourself. I want to measure you, if you don’t mind.” 
“Sure, Mr. Wilson, no problem, I was liking the pump it gave me.” 
Boy, I’ll say, when he sat up I could see that his body was more pumped up now than when he was crushing that rock moments before, his pecs were standing out, and because he was breathing hard, they puffed up noticeably every couple of seconds. His shoulders and arms were also standing out quite a bit, not to mention his 6 pack abs, from the position he was sitting, they were quite defined as well. 
“Okay, first I wanna take your height and weight, then we can do the muscles!” I was quite excited to see Guppy’s statistics.
“Okay, first, you’re 3 feet 3 inches tall, that’s 39 inches. Step on the scale. You weigh 82 pounds! Wow, that’s incredible, if I estimate right, that’s the average weight of a 10 year old!” 
I started from his calves on up. Calves 10 inches around. Thighs 19 inches around. Waist 16 inches around. Chest 40 inches around, one inch over his height! Shoulders 23 inches across. Biceps 12 inches around! Incredible numbers considering he’s only 5 years old. Proportionally, if he was the height of your average male bodybuilder, those numbers would probably double, so if you stand him side to side with a middle weight bodybuilder, I’m pretty sure that Guppy would look bigger! 
“Awesome, little guy, or should I say big guy? The chest especially is awesome, considering your height and age, but maybe that’s just because you got done benching an SUV. What do you think son?” I asked Harry. 
“Boy, dad, Guppy’s body is incredible, I only wish I could be as strong and muscular as him.” 
“I didn’t know you wanted to be muscular and strong, had I known I would have gotten you into weights and working out years ago. Not that anything you could do would catch up to Guppy, he’s stronger than 5 of the World’s strongest men put together. But if you want me to train you, I’d be happy too.” 
“No offense, dad, but all things considered, I’d rather have Guppy’s dad train me, I mean look at the results he got out of Guppy.” 
“Now, to be fair, Harry, Guppy has a very special body, that looks to be able to respond to any exertion he puts on it. I’m pretty sure no matter what Giuseppe knows about lifting weights, I doubt he can get the same results with you.” 
“Dad, why don’t you believe in me, if I had the proper training when I was Guppy’s age, I could be really strong right now, and people at school wouldn’t make fun of me.” 
“Harry, Harry, settle down, okay, I’m sorry that I haven’t looked out for your best interests, but its hard, having to work, only seeing you a couple hours a day. Maybe you’re right, maybe I should have paid more attention to your fitness. Maybe you lifting with Guppy and his dad would be a good thing for you, but its your decision. Would you rather have me as your personal trainer, or would you want to go to someone else?” 
“Dad, I love you, but why can’t we come to a compromise? How about you get workout tips and old equipment from Giuseppe, and we workout out in the basement together, when you’re home from work. And when you’re at work, I can go over to Guppy’s house and lift with him for a couple hours.” 
“Okay, son, that sounds like a good plan. I will help you in whatever ways I can to see you get fit, and to get in shape myself. I have let myself go since your mother passed on. Let’s go over and ask Guppy’s dad!” 
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Six months later… 
“Hey son, could you pass over the 50 pound dumbbells? I’m working arms today.” 
Harry smiled and said, “No problem dad, here you go.” 
He brought both of them over, using only one hand, like they were little more than 5 pound weights to him. I looked at him proudly, here he stood, now 12 years old, but his body had completely changed. Where before he was slightly chunky, with a round face, now stood a body chiseled out of marble, his face handsome as a young Leo Dicaprio. His body rippled with muscle that I never thought could exist on his frame, he was now 5’6 and weighed 175 pounds, and was now a sports star at his middle school, and had dozens of girls chasing after him.
I then checked my own body in the mirror I was sitting across from. I was happy with my progress as well, I lost a lot of my body fat and have grown lean with muscle. I now weigh 215 pounds at 6’1, while before I couldn’t do a single pull-up, now I can do 5 sets of 20 with ease. 
Me and my son are in the best shapes of our lives, and we have Guppy and his dad to thank for it. 
The end…

He came out of nowhere to become a national phenomenon. He first stepped on stage as a nine year old guess poser at the NPC Jr. Nationals and the audience was completely blown away by his size and development. No one had ever seen anything like it at the time, a 4’7 inch kid with short, blond hair that could step on a bodybuilding stage and take it over and make it his. The crowd was on its feet the moment he stepped off to the side and actually yelled for an encore. He came back out for about a minute and hit poses that drove the crowd into a frenzy, he was a total hit and the promoters scratched their heads with a smile on their faces. Here was a short nine year old boy, coming in with condition and size that rivaled most heavyweights and beat many of them. He saw the dollar signs that this kid could produce, a nine year old bodybuilder, going against adult male bodybuilders and possibly winning, even if he was a foot and a half shorter and most likely weighed less than half of what they weighed. 
The main promoter, Steve Saggs, approached the kid, whose name he had learned was Mike Stevens. They shook hands, Mike wasn’t squeezing hard at all, but Steve had to keep from wincing, his hand was hurting so much. Steve asked him all the regular questions and was surprised by most of the answers. 9 years old, 4’7.5 height, 130 pounds weight, had been weightlifting for 4 years, has already, at 9 years old, benched 400 pounds, thanks to genetics and supplements. He had gotten involved in gymnastics at 5 years old, and at some point found that he had a natural strength that made him the best in his age group. His coach asked him if he had ever lifted a weight, and the five year old said no sir, but I do exercise a lot, doing pull-ups and push-ups, in fact, he was able to do one arm pull-ups and push-ups easily. He had never been to a gym before, but imagined he would be good at it, because he was always naturally strong, strong enough to beat his nine year old brother arm wrestling. But the local junior weightlifting program was set up for 6 year olds and above. So from 6 years old on, Mike was lifting every day after school and to the amazement of his parents and the bodybuilders at the gym, he got bigger and bigger every week, month and year. Steve asked what Mike benched his first time, get this, a 3 foot tall, 55 pound kid got up 95 pounds the first time he even touched the weight. He said by the time he was seven one armed push-ups weren’t challenging enough so he did them with three 45 pound school friends on his back. At eight, he benched 300 pounds for the first time, wowing the crowd that seemed to gather around whenever he lifted. He was 4’3 and 90 pounds then and his muscles were already quite developed. So, Steve said, you gained 100 pounds on your bench and 20 pounds of muscle in just a year, that’s incredible, then Steve asked if he could measure Mike’s muscles. He looked at his parents questionably and they nodded, so Steve took out a measuring tape and started at his calves. Oh my god, Steve thought to himself, 18 inches, I didn’t have 18 inch calves until I was 21 years old, and I had worked out for 7 years to that point! Thighs 29 inches, incredible on a kid so short, waist 18 inches, the same as his calves, that is unreal. Chest, 50 inches, this kid is 55 inches tall, his chest is only 5 inches less than his height. Shoulders are 36 inches wide, not huge, but this is a nine year old kid! Finally, his pride and joys, his biceps, 20 inches, making him proportionally the largest bodybuilder on the planet, inch for inch, pound for pound. 
Steve couldn’t believe what he was seeing, this nine year old kid, through superior genetics and training, had built a body that surpassed just about every body he had ever had the pleasure to look at through his 15 years of promoting. He asked his parents what they thought of Mike seriously going into bodybuilding, as in competing on a national and then professional level. Both Mike’s mother and father were supportive of Mike’s stated profession and would only help him to become the best he could be, so obviously they agreed. The next contest-about 3 months later, Mike was there, but not as a guest poser, he was a real competitor. He had grown a little in those three months, now he was a few weeks away from his 10th birthday, he was 4’9 and weighed 160 pounds of muscle. The package he bought to the stage was incredible to see, because his muscles had grown in proportion and looked even bigger then they did three months ago. Steve couldn’t help but feel enormous pride from his discovery, not only did Mike win his class, the lightweight division, but he dominated in the overall, making guys a foot and a half taller and maybe up to 200 pounds heavier look like total wimps compared to his incredible body! The heaviest guy and heavyweight winner in the show was 335 pounds and his muscles were huge beyond all the other adults in the show, but when he and Mike went head to head in the overall he couldn’t help but feel inferior to the pre-teen’s stunning physique. On bicep poses alone this kid blew the superheavy away, even though the big guy’s arms were a little over 3 inches bigger around, but he was 6’4" so proportionally Mike’s 21 inch arms were a lot bigger than this guy’s 24 inch arms. The crowd oohed and aaahed through Mike’s posing routine and were left in disbelief when he compared against the much heavier class winners. It was no contest, Mike won it running away. 
Mike was enthusiastic, jumping around like the kid he was backstage, not caring how it made him look to the bodybuilders back there. Steve greeted Mike with a big hug and said "You knocked dead, kid, you are the biggest thing to hit bodybuilding since Arnold, you can’t go anywhere but up from here, Mike." So, Mike and Steve got to talking and Steve was once again surprised to learn of all the things Mike was capable of now. During the three months between contests Mike stepped up his training a lot, instead of working out for 3 hours a day, he worked out for 4 and a half. He dieted even harder and lifted heavier and heavier weights for more reps. "Remember when I told you I could bench 400 pounds 3 months ago, well now I use that as my warm-up weight, I have gotten so strong in the past 3 months that my max bench has gone up to 550 pounds, and even that has become a little easy in the past week. That’s right, through motivation and some non-steroid supplements, I upped my bench 150 pounds in less than 3 months, and I am not stopping there." Steve was shocked, this kid was unreal, not even the biggest of bodybuilders could claim a 150 pound gain in their bench in a year, this 9 year old kid gained it in a quarter of a year easily. Steve mentioned that Mike’s muscles looked even bigger than 3 months ago and asked if he wanted to be measured again, Mike smiled and said "I thought you’d never ask." Mike brought out his own measuring tape, as the encounter at the last contest opened his eyes to the pleasure of measuring his own muscles. So Steve started at the calves and worked his way up again, 20 inch calves, 2 inches gained! 32 inch thighs, 3 inches gained! 17 inch waist, 1 inch lost!! 54 inch chest, 4 inches gained! 21 inch arms, 1 inch gained! This kid kept gaining muscle and weight and lost whatever fat he had left around his waist and looked like the perfect V shape of a bodybuilder, in fact it was more of a T because his shoulders were so proportionally wide and his lats flared out a little. So he had become the bodybuilding world’s best in a little under three months in the sport. 
Steve then signed Mike to appear at the Nationals, which if he could win, he would become a professional bodybuilder. Steve told Mike to train even harder, because the guys at the Nationals were a lot bigger than the guys at this level of competition. Mike would be 10 years old then, and if his condition here at this card would be any indication, the people at the next contest would be blown completely away by this kids body. So Mike was put to work, he had to be home schooled now, because his massive muscles made him stand out and the kids that didn’t understand made fun of him. The last time that happened Mike put a kid in the hospital, he only hit the kid once in the stomach, but the kid was spitting up blood and convulsing in agony on the ground. He was expelled, thankfully the kids parents didn’t file anything against him, but he knew he couldn’t be trusted to keep his composure in any real school, so his parents taught him at home. Mike later told me he pulled the punch, he was only using about 25 percent of his power. I told him that most 10 year old kids have weak bodies compared to yours, Mike said, this kid was 14, and he had a decent body, nothing compared to him of course. Steve had of course kept in contact with Mike and his parents, because as Mike had said many times in interviews, Steve was about the only friend he found in bodybuilding, all the rest were out to get his money or steal his fame, Steve was only concerned with his personal well being. So they okayed it through his parents and everything was ready for his second bodybuilding show, and to tell you the truth there was nothing in Steve’s mind that could stop him from winning the Nationals, even if the guys there would be big, Mike would be that much bigger. 
So, the time came, two months later, Mike was 5 weeks into his 10th birthday and asked to meet Steve 4 hours before the contest started, so Steve agreed without even thinking about why. Mike showed up with a robe on, his muscles were partially obscured, but it was obvious exactly how muscular he was, his shoulders were unbelievably wide, and I could tell already that no matter how big the biggest guy in the contest would be, Mike would humiliate him with his size and definition. Both sat down and Steve asked him what he wanted to talk to me about. He said that since Steve had been a judge and promoter for 15 years, it would be best to come to Steve to ask how his condition appeared, and if he needed to change his routine any before the show. Steve, knowing that Mike couldn’t possibly be beaten unless a minor miracle happened, asked why Mike would want to know this. Mike said, "I wanted to show you my body and see if you can see any weaknesses." At that point Mike took the robe off and Steve’s eyes went wide with awe, even after seeing Mike perform twice, showing muscles that went beyond anything he had seen in his career, Mike still managed to trump himself. Wearing a tiny posing bikini that showed off everything that could be seen, Mike glowed in athletic glory, like a fabled football hero. Indeed, not only had Mike managed to add more muscle to his body, but he was able to define his muscles even more from the last contest, every muscle that could be found on his body, from his traps to his calves could be perfectly seen, and striations and veins covered at least 90 percent of these muscles. It was an absolute sight to see, Steve, while straight, couldn’t help but get erect at the Boy God that stood in front of him. Steve was speechless for at least three minutes, as he scoped out every inch of Mike’s incredible musculature. When he finally said something it was "How, I didn’t think it was possible to surpass yourself, but you keep doing it, it seems like you have no limits as far as muscle size and definition is concerned, how do you do it?" Mike smiled and laughed with glee "I did just as you told me, I worked out harder than before, I dieted as much as I could, and I kept focused on becoming the biggest and strongest I could be, you helped me become this big, and I will be grateful to you forever, Steve." 
Steve needed to ask what Mike’s measurements were, as the questions were burnt into his brain. First though, Mike updated Steve on his height and weight, 5’0 and 175 pounds This time Steve couldn’t wait, he went right to Mike’s awesome biceps "23 inches, that is impossible on someone your height, but that’s what the measure says." Next chest, 60 inches, huge, and the same measure as his height! Waist 20 inches, his chest is three times the size of his waist. Thighs, 39 inches, not quite twice his waist, but very close. Finally calves, 23 inches, equaling his bicep measure, everything about Mike was huge but his height. Steve asked what class he wanted to be in, Mike said he would like to be in the heavyweights, but said that he would win that class easily, and wanted a final showdown with the biggest guy in the show, well height and weight wise at least. There was no question in Steve’s mind that proportionally, Mike was the biggest, he had arms that were only 3 inches less than the largest competitor here, and that man was 6’5 and 348 pounds, a difference of 1’5" and 173 pounds, but if Mike and Jorgen Denis stood side by side, it would be Jorgen who would feel small. Mike decided to go to the middleweight class, because he felt that’s right where his weight would fit, and he would have fun posing beside these guys, knowing that any two of them could still not be as big and hard and defined as he was, and it turned him on to a certain extent. So I registered him under the middleweights, it wasn’t open class of course, most people had to be fitted into their weight class by weight, but Mike was a special exception. There was one last question Steve had to have answered "Mike, have you gotten any stronger over the past two months." Steve was almost salivating for the ten year old’s response. Mike said "Oh yeah, I took your advice to lift harder and heavier and I did, I lifted 5 and a half hours everyday and I upped my poundages, it was so easy with the motivation you gave me." Steve asked for specific numbers, going out of his mind in anticipation. Mike said "Well, you thought that my gain from 400 to 550 in 3 months time was impressive, well how about a 750 pound bench press, a full 200 pounds in only 2 months, and now, I can curl 400 pounds. In fact, the most amazing feat of strength I have done wasn’t even using my regular weights, I managed to lift the back end of my mom’s SUV off the ground, only using my right hand, my mom just about fainted when she saw that!" Steven almost did as well, as he came in his pants from the sheer strength that this 10 year old possessed. 
Steve and Mike spoke like that for two hours, but the time just passed for them, because of the sheer joy and awe of Steve seeing what Mike had become, and from Mike answering all Steve’s questions, no matter how stupid or irrelevant they might have seemed at the time. Mike put his robe back on, not wanting to show his body before the contest, as not to freak out or embarrass his fellow competitors, it was amazing for all the men though to see this little kid walking around with shoulders wider than some of theirs. Mike was being advertised as the greatest bodybuilder of all time, even before he reached puberty, and he definitely lived up to those expectations and then some. When he was called out against the middleweights, there was no comparison, he just blew everyone away, the size, definition, and symmetry of his muscles were just too perfect to allow anyone to get even close to him. He achieved a perfect score, and received the loudest standing ovation that has ever been recorded at a bodybuilding event, even louder when you consider that the whole auditorium was packed to the rafters to see this incredible specimen of pre-teen male muscle. His posing routine was something to see, as not only he hit devastating muscle poses that sent the crowd into an absolute frenzy, he also did acrobatic moves that could only be duplicated by the most skilled male gymnasts, it was unreal how he could such brutal muscle and such agile grace into one package. His routine brought many a tear as well as many a climax from the mostly female audience, but even the males couldn’t help but be aroused by Mike’s incomprehensible display of male muscle. Well, the overall went just the same way, even though he towered over Mike by a foot and a half, Jorgen, the heavyweight winner, could only go through the motions, as Mike took the stage over and proceeded to wipe the floor with his competition. In the end it was unanimous, Mike was the overall winner and became the youngest professional bodybuilder in the long and storied history of bodybuilding. It was the best rated bodybuilding show on TV up to that point as well, as 800,000 people watched from home as the boy set the bodybuilding world on its ear. Steve was there the whole time, smiling in pride, with a tear of joy running down his left cheek. The End?

Here is my first real muscle boy story, I posted it on the old MGS Forum. 
The First Grader 
By Jeremy Wilson w/ inspiration from Rex Torres 
A little muscle boy tests his power and courage
Tommy Myers was what some people would call a prodigy, he wasn’t a music prodigy or a genius, he was a strength prodigy. He had been brought up by his dad, since his mom had died giving birth to him, as he was a 21 inch long, 23 pound bundle of muscle and strength already. So his father Jerry, had to raise both Tommy and his older brother Richard by himself. Richard was 9 years old when Tommy was born and was terribly saddened by the loss of his mother, but was strong because he knew that’s what his dad would want. His father recognized the fact that Tommy wasn’t going to be a normal boy when he was crawling around on the floor and was ripping parts of the carpet up in his hands, and not little chunks, big 6 inch sections. Jerry Myers was impressed to say the least and knew that this boy could turn out to be the strongest human being the world has ever seen, if he was given the right training. Of course Jerry was a former powerlifter and current personal trainer in the largest gym in New York state, so he knew what the right training could be, except he had never trained someone as small and young as Tommy, but as he had seen already, Tommy was already stronger than a normal eight year old boy, even though at this point he was just a month short of his 2nd birthday. 
Jerry had to have a special gym built, one that had about 1/3 the size of bars and plates that a normal gym had and a mini universal machine that only went up to 500 pounds on the leg press and 250 on the bench press, but it was scale down to the size of the now 2 year old Tommy, even though he was much larger than a normal one, he was 2’4 and weighed 48 pounds, huge for a two year old, heck that’s pretty big for a five year old. His muscles were already showing, he had almost no baby fat to speak of, he had a solid 4 pack for his abs and his arms were already lumpy with little biceps. His thighs were round and hard, but didn’t have the tear drop shape as of yet, his calves and forearms were bulging with hard muscle and he actually looked like he could pass for someone even up to six years old, as he walked around with a big smile on his face and his medium dark hair flowing in the breeze, he looked like an idolized version of Hercules as a boy. He was without doubt, the most amazing specimen of a two year old boy ever, but that isn’t the end of it all, oh no, its just the beginning. Rich was not so happy though, he found that even though he was 11 and Tommy was only 2, Tommy could more than match his strength in various contests of strength they had, they hadn’t armwrestled yet, as Tommy’s arm was not nearly long enough, but they had tug of wars and playful wrestling matches and Tommy was always the winner. Now that Tommy was lifting weights the strength gap would grow even more and Rich was disgusted that he didn’t get those kinds of genes from their father. He was proud of his brother and had a right to be as you will see later. He loved his brother a lot and always did, but he didn’t know why Tommy had to be so strong and muscular, and Rich was so scrawny and weak. Tommy took to lifting weights like a fish to water, you couldn’t get him out of the gym, especially if he was doing bench presses, his favorite exercise. It didn’t take long for his father to realize that the weights in the gym would soon become too light for this mighty toddler. 
It was Tommy’s third birthday and he was working out with his new presents, more weight plates, about 150 pounds worth on the 45 pound bar, which Tommy graduated to because his grip had been too much for the lighter and thinner aluminum bars, which held only a possible total of 100 pounds. So now, at only three years old and 2’8 and 65 pounds, this huge three year old was benching close to 200 pounds, not only that, he was treating it like child’s play, which it was since he was a child and he was playing with it, 195 pounds, 3 times his weight already, proved no challenge as he completed 8 reps without help. This amazed his own father, who himself hadn’t been able to bench that much until he was 15 years old, here his 3 year old son was doing it for reps easily. Now it seemed to his father that Tommy’s strength limits were not known, as the more he worked out, the more strength he gained, over a little less than a year he had been able to gain over 150 pounds on his bench press and his body has gotten thicker and more muscular all over. He looked as though someone had implanted four tennis balls into his stomach and pulled the skin tight. He was also looking more vascular as veins were starting to appear on his biceps, forearms and his tree trunk neck. He truly looked like a mini Mr. Olympia, except for the fact that he had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing nothing more than a pair of running shorts. His father marveled at his son’s physique, it seemed that Richard Sandrak was not the only kid who was predisposed to be muscular, his own 3 year old son blew Richard out of the water ten times over. 
Tommy, now 4 years old, could have walked on to a national bodybuilding stage and make the most heavily muscled man blush in envy. Now he was posing in a mirror in his big basement gym, looking in proportion like a real bodybuilder, only standing 3 feet tall, but weighing in at a totally huge 83 pounds. His body was almost fully developed now, not only that, but his bones are so strong now, that he could afford to pack on pound after pound of muscle to his frame, it was conceivable for him to weight over 100 pounds at his current height and not be immobile, in fact he is quite flexible, being able to do the splits even though his thighs are filled with muscle. Jerry couldn’t help but be amazed at the doctors report, Tommy had 5 times the amount of testosterone that a normal 8 year old boy has and his bones are about a quarter of an inch thicker than a normal boy his age. He was beyond strong now, there is now so much weight on the bars he uses that his father has a hard time controlling them by himself. His bench was an unreal, impossible 350 pounds, and remember this boy himself weighs only 83 pounds, that is well over 4 times his own bodyweight! And that was only the beginning as we come now to the present.
Tommy Myers stepped out into his back yard deck, wearing nothing but a posing bikini, his muscles covered with a thin sheen of sweat, which made his huge muscles glisten like a diamond. He was so beyond what even his father envisioned he could be. Now at 6 years old, he was 3’8" tall and weighed an astounding 145 pounds, all of it muscle and bone, he was ripped to shreds, with a body fat of 1%. And it all wasn’t for show either, as he had just completed an extremely heavy workout, benching 750 pounds for his max, the first time he had tried that weight, and he hoisted it with seeming ease. Not only had he benched a world record for men’s powerlifting, he was easily the strongest person in the world when it came to pound for pound power. 750 pounds was over 5 times his own bodyweight, he was not only the first one to bench 4 times his bodyweight, but the one and only to do 5 times his bodyweight, but his dad didn’t let word get out, as he was trying to protect Tommy from the media. When reports of Richard Sandrak got out to the people, some were appalled that his parents would let him become a 7 year old muscle man, if they saw what Tommy had become, they would go into a feeding frenzy that would hurt Tommy more than help him, and Jerry didn’t want that for his son. So as far as public exposure is concerned, Jerry dressed Tommy in nothing but baggy clothes, even in the summer, as to not make a big deal about his unbelievable musculature. 
Jerry had decided to wait until Tommy was 6 to measure his muscles, he had figured that he would be grown enough to really check on his progress, his muscles looked fully developed, to the point that he almost looked as wide as he was tall, as his shoulders were 2’10" wide, not a huge amount by adult standards, but when you’re only 6 years old and 3’8", that makes you look incredibly wide. The first measurement was the neck, 13 inches, veiny and surrounded by a thick pair of traps. Then his chest, 40 inches, unbelievable considering that it was only 4 inches less than his height. Also his pecs were already two inches in depth! Waist, 18 inches, again, not bad considering his age and height, thighs, 34 inches, unbelievable on such a small boy, it looked like he was carrying two barrels under his waist. Calves, 19 inches, not many people carry calves that are bigger around than his waist, another reason Tommy was so special. Finally Tommy’s personal favorite, his biceps, 17 inches, inconceivable on a boy so young and short, and only an inch less than his waist measure. He truly looks like a miniature version of the Incredible Hulk, except scaled down to a body of a six year old and not green, but everything else looks awesome on him. His father is totally proud of him, he smiles down at the Hulk his son has become. 
But Tommy is anything but a child, he has proved himself to be very mature, more mature than most college students. He takes pride in his muscles and strength, but he is not conceited and doesn’t show them constantly to anybody who would watch. He was kind and generous and always used his strength to help his father and his neighbors whenever he could. He did minor things around the house, like moving heavy pieces of furniture and lifting up a dresser or something as heavy to dust under. Then one day, to the disbelief of his own father and just about every neighbor that watched, he actually lifted the front of their Buick LeSabre off the ground and pressed it over his head. It was at that point that Jerry knew Tommy was put on Earth to do something special, here he was doing a feat of strength that has never been seen by anyone outside of a science fiction movie. Jerry now had a decision to make, he didn’t know whether or not to let Tommy become a hero, but that decision wasn’t his to make, was it? 
Richard was a freshman in high school and was sort of scrawny, not unlike most high school freshman. It was obvious that Tommy got the lion’s share of the strength and muscle in the family, but that was okay with Rich, he was very smart and got straight A’s throughout Grade School and Junior High School. He would never go out for any sports, but was a member of the chess team, the school band, and a member of the Madison Players, the school’s acting club. Rich was so talented in acting that he got the male lead in the school’s version of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, playing the title character. Jerry was as excited for Rich as Tommy was and they all celebrated around the table with a cake for Rich and Jerry and a protein shake for Tommy, who by no means needed them anymore. Massive was not a strong enough word to describe Tommy, he bulged out of most of the XXL shirts that his father had to get him and was beginning to stretch the XXXL sweatshirts that he now had to wear to conceal his monster mass. But Tommy didn’t care, he liked being as special as he was and he still was pretty smart anyway, he got an A- in most of his classes and of course an A++ in Physical Education, he excelled in anything physical. Rich got an A+ in most of his classes, but his Phys Ed class was not something to be proud of, as he got his only C ever. But Jerry loved both of his son’s equally, even though Tommy took after him more, he was proud of Rich for his smarts and certainly felt that he would be a great man one day. Unfortunately for Rich, Tommy had overshadowed him in most things and was about to become the most famous person in his little town. 
It was Thursday night and Jerry pulled up to Rich’s high school with Tommy in the back seat. Tommy could fit in the front anymore, as his body was too wide to be able to squeeze two people in the front seat, especially with his dad, who was very bulky himself. So they went in and took a couple of seats near the front, when Rich came out the crowd applauded and Tommy and Jerry were yelling their heads off to show how proud they were of him. The play was also being broadcast by a local cable access channel and there were cameras set all over the stage area. It was a dangerous night however, as thunderstorms and tornado clouds were seen all over the state, but they felt they were safe, as the school was a bomb shelter. Throughout the play, there were lightning strikes close to the school and the skies were filled with loud burst of thunder and hail. Rich handled everything as calmly as possible, while most of the rest of the cast were cringing at every bolt of lightning and huge thunder blast that came near to the school. Unfortunately, they had a right to be nervous, right at the ending of the play, at the final scene, a bolt came right out of the sky and struck the north side of the building they were in. Luckily no one was hurt in the blast, but a small portion of the set caught fire from the debris, but it was quickly snuffed out by the water system in the ceiling. Not as fortunately for the people there though, was the fact that a huge chunk of rock had wedged itself between the main doors, the only entrance and exit. It was over 4 feet in diameter and 5 feet high, it had to weight over 1500 pounds. Tommy looked around for another exit, but he saw none, he then squeezed his father’s hand hard and said "I have to do something, dad, I am the only one who can do anything about it." Jerry responded "I knew you were given this great strength for some reason, this must be the reason God gave them to you, do whatever you can son, and I’ll help in whatever ways I can." 
Tommy stood up tall and strong and took his shirt off, showing his immense musculature to the people gathered there, most of whom gasped with surprise and awe. Some of the ladies even fainted at the sight of Tommy’s unbelievably huge and ripped physique. He didn’t pay any attention and said "Dad, take care of any injured people, I think I can take this boulder on myself." He flexed up to massive proportions, and seeing as though adrenaline was pulsing through his body at an enormous rate, so his muscles and strength were enhanced even more. In a word, his body was awesome, but showing it off wasn’t he wanted to take the sweatshirt off for protection against the sharp edges and heat of the boulder. To him, his body was as natural as anything, like eating and breathing, but to the people gathered there, and to thousands of people watching at home on Cable Access, he was the most incredible physical specimen that ever existed on Earth. Tommy over to the rock that jammed their path and tried to lift it, but as strong as he is, he could only lift it two inches from the ground. His muscles were straining even larger than ever before, they looked almost twice the size they were when he first took the shirt off, but that didn’t prove useful. He knew they wouldn’t get far, that way, so he called the two biggest guys over to the rock, he said "please, try to lift the rock with me, I am sure we can roll it once we get out of the crater." So these two 250 pound guys, seniors on the football team strained on both sides of the rock for all that they worth, but all three of them combined only lifted it a total of 4 inches off the ground. Tommy was straining even harder now, as he recoginized that maybe these two 18 year old football players would do no good, every vein in his arms and neck was now pulsing with adrenaline and it showed. The two seniors were happy, but to tell the truth, Tommy was still lifting at least 3/4 of the total weight. Now it was out of the crater enough to roll it, so that is what they did. The crowd that were not awed by the strength feat were clapping and cheering as though they had watched the football team win the state championship. They raised Tommy up on their shoulders, amazed at the weight they carried, he was dense beyond belief, this kid had to weigh 150 pounds, and he was only 3’8". The Channel 4 news had a story on Tommy that night, and now it was just the opposite of what Jerry was worried about. The media praised Tommy as being a superhero, with muscles of steel and a heart of gold. He also became a hero of the kids of the neighborhood, but that story will come later…The End