The Titan’s Transformation

Chapter 1

Vince had always been the epitome of strength. At six-foot-five, with muscles chiseled like a Greek god, he had spent years sculpting his body to perfection. Every vein in his arms pulsed with power, his abs were like iron plates, and when he walked into a room, people noticed.

But tonight, something was different.

“Just trust me, man,” Lyle had said, grinning as he slid a small bottle across the table. The label read GROW MAX: Instant Mass Pills.

Vince had laughed. “I don’t need mass. I’m already a tank.”

Lyle smirked. “Not this kind of mass. You think being huge means power? Real power is size. Size that overwhelms. That dominates.”

Something in Lyle’s voice intrigued Vince. He’d always been the biggest guy around, but this was a challenge—a new way to push his body beyond its limits. Without hesitation, he swallowed a handful of the small blue pills.

Now, standing in the middle of the crowded gym, Vince felt it.

A warmth spread through his core, pooling in his stomach like a heavy meal settling in too quickly. His skin tingled. His muscles, once solid, softened in an instant. A deep gurgling rolled through his gut, and he staggered, gripping a weight rack for support.

Then it hit—fast, unstoppable.

His abs disappeared under a thickening layer of fat, his once-defined chest bulging outward into a round, heavy slab of flesh. His arms, once coiled with raw power, swelled with doughy softness, his biceps and triceps rounding out into sagging bulk.

His gym tank top stretched tight, the seams whining as his torso expanded. His pecs sagged with new weight, pushing against the fabric. His thighs, already thick with muscle, ballooned into heavy, wobbling columns, rubbing together with each passing second.

People were watching now—staring in shock, horror, awe.

Vince gasped, gripping his gut as it surged forward, pressing against the waistband of his shorts. The elastic gave a pitiful snap, and his belly oozed free, drooping lower, rounder.

RIIIIP!

His tank top shredded apart, the threads unable to contain the sheer girth overtaking him.

Another deep groan filled the air—not from him, but from his body, his stomach churning, inflating. His back thickened, pressing against the nearest gym machine, bending metal under his unrelenting growth.

Lyle stood in the corner, grinning, arms crossed.

“Told you,” he murmured.

Vince tried to take a step, but his thighs smacked together, his belly bouncing wildly with the motion. He felt his weight double, then triple, and it wasn’t stopping. He could feel the air around him shift as his body claimed more space, the ground beneath him creaking.

The gym-goers backed away, some taking out their phones, filming in awe. Vince, the once-perfect muscle god, was now an unstoppable, growing force.

And he loved it.

His breathing grew heavy, each breath pushing his bulk outward. He could feel his arms sinking into his sides, pressed in by the sheer mass of his torso. He reached for his reflection in the mirror, but all he could see was his enormous stomach, round and heaving, surging forward like a force of nature.

Then—

BOOM.

The bench behind him snapped under his growing weight. He landed on the floor, belly wobbling, chest heaving, legs sprawled out like thick tree trunks.

Silence.

Then, applause.

Lyle stepped forward, offering him another handful of pills.

“Bigger?” he asked, a challenge in his voice.

Vince grinned, licking his lips.

“Bigger.”

And he swallowed them all.