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It was still dark when the crew first noticed something strange. A huge object showed up on their radar screens bigger and faster than any ship, seemingly headed straight towards them in what should have been miles of empty ocean. Nothing they tried worked as whatever the mystery object was seemed to be deliberately trying to get into their path, able to manoeuvre much more easily than the huge ship. They breathed a sigh of relief when their screens cleared, and the ocean seemed to be empty once more, maybe it was simply faulty equipment, or some kind of freak weather phenomenon. They’d just got back on course when the ship violently stopped, throwing everyone across the bridge onto the floor. Screams could be heard across the decks as passengers were flung out of their beds, it felt like the huge vessel had gone full speed straight into a rock face.

Back on the bridge the crew got back on their feet and tried to get help, but their screens had gone blank, and their radios were dead. They had no way of knowing that Matt, the 22 year old muscle freak was finally living his dream, and had simply plucked the mast off the ship, cutting them off from the outside world, and leaving his prey totally at his mercy. He’d been dreaming about this day for years, even when he first set foot in the gym he used to check out his gains in the mirror, trying to will his abs into being bigger than buildings, visualising his pecs being bigger than a football field, he might force a team to play a match on there one day. He turned into some kind of outcast, not bothering with school or any normal past times. He just focused solely on his goal to be the ultimate alpha male. He dreamed of millions having to worship his godly, muscular body, terrorising cities just by his sheer size and presence, dominating the world into giving him everything he needed to live a life of pure hedonistic pleasure, swimming around the oceans, toying with ships, finding new lands to force into submission.

He was just 19 when he realised he’d finally tipped his body into the kind of growth he wanted. Everyone thought the high rise that collapsed in his home city was a freak accident, but the reality was he’d been pushing hard in the basement gym, alone, after hours, and had got so massively pumped that the only way he could grow was upwards. He ran his hands across his engorged, sweaty pecs, and realised that they were probably now bigger than some of the apartments on the upper floors. He was soon forced to lie on the floor, barely even feeling the tons of weights and equipment being crushed beneath him. He glanced up and noticed one of the buildings huge steel beams was above him, and smirked at the idea it was in just about the right place to bench press. Why not? Not really expecting anything to happen he placed his palms on the underside of the beam, wrapped his fingers around it as best as they would fit, and pushed. Much to his surprise, he felt a beautiful resistance building across his chest, something to finally test his power, and with a huge bang, chunks of concrete and clouds of dust rained down on him as the 60 storeys above him began to move. It felt epic. Hose pipe veins stood out all over his pecs and arms as he bench pressed the whole fucking building. It just wasn’t designed to cope with his 19 year old muscle though, beams began to twist and fail, and concrete slabs cracked and shattered. Soon the building simply toppled over, it was like knocking over dominoes as it crashed into its neighbour and in seconds left most of the city centre a rubble strewn ruin. Matt had had a glimpse of power, and he liked it, but he wanted more. Muddy more. He decided to leave humanity behind until he was big enough to live his life without anyone, or anything being able to stop him. Now it was time. The ship was one of his first victims. They tried to power blindly out of trouble, but even with the engines at full throttle the ship didn’t move, then, incredibly, it began to move rapidly in the opposite direction. When daylight finally broke, the thousands on board realised their problems were far bigger than they could ever have imagined. Mass panic soon erupted. Most of the crew abandoned ship, leaving everyone to their fate. Matt simply soaked up the scene, enjoying people throwing themselves overboard rather than take their chances with him. He was going to enjoy this, and if the people on that pathetic little raft thought they’d gone unnoticed, they were in for a shock.He was just 19 when he realised he’d finally tipped his body into the kind of growth he wanted. Everyone thought the high rise that collapsed in his home city was a freak accident, but the reality was he’d been pushing hard in the basement gym, alone, after hours, and had got so massively pumped that the only way he could grow was upwards. He ran his hands across his engorged, sweaty pecs, and realised that they were probably now bigger than some of the apartments on the upper floors. He was soon forced to lie on the floor, barely even feeling the tons of weights and equipment being crushed beneath him. He glanced up and noticed one of the buildings huge steel beams was above him, and smirked at the idea it was in just about the right place to bench press. Why not? Not really expecting anything to happen he placed his palms on the underside of the beam, wrapped his fingers around it as best as they would fit, and pushed. Much to his surprise, he felt a beautiful resistance building across his chest, something to finally test his power, and with a huge bang, chunks of concrete and clouds of dust rained down on him as the 60 storeys above him began to move. It felt epic. Hose pipe veins stood out all over his pecs and arms as he bench pressed the whole fucking building. It just wasn’t designed to cope with his 19 year old muscle though, beams began to twist and fail, and concrete slabs cracked and shattered. Soon the building simply toppled over, it was like knocking over dominoes as it crashed into its neighbour and in seconds left most of the city centre a rubble strewn ruin. Matt had had a glimpse of power, and he liked it, but he wanted more. Much more. He decided to leave humanity behind until he was big enough to live his life without anyone, or anything being able to stop him. Now it was time. The ship was one of his first victims. They tried to power blindly out of trouble, but even with the engines at full throttle the ship didn’t move, then, incredibly, it began to move rapidly in the opposite direction. When daylight finally broke, the thousands on board realised their problems were far bigger than they could ever have imagined. Mass panic soon erupted. Most of the crew abandoned ship, leaving everyone to their fate. Matt simply soaked up the scene, enjoying people throwing themselves overboard rather than take their chances with him. He was going to enjoy this, and if the people on that pathetic little raft thought they’d gone unnoticed, they were in for a shock.

Description
It was still dark when the crew first noticed something strange. A huge object showed up on their radar screens bigger and faster than any ship, seemingly headed straight towards them in what should have been miles of empty ocean. Nothing they tried worked as whatever the mystery object was seemed to be deliberately trying to get into their path, able to manoeuvre much more easily than the huge ship. They breathed a sigh of relief when their screens cleared, and the ocean seemed to be empty once more, maybe it was simply faulty equipment, or some kind of freak weather phenomenon. They’d just got back on course when the ship violently stopped, throwing everyone across the bridge onto the floor. Screams could be heard across the decks as passengers were flung out of their beds, it felt like the huge vessel had gone full speed straight into a rock face.

Back on the bridge the crew got back on their feet and tried to get help, but their screens had gone blank, and their radios were dead. They had no way of knowing that Matt, the 22 year old muscle freak was finally living his dream, and had simply plucked the mast off the ship, cutting them off from the outside world, and leaving his prey totally at his mercy. He’d been dreaming about this day for years, even when he first set foot in the gym he used to check out his gains in the mirror, trying to will his abs into being bigger than buildings, visualising his pecs being bigger than a football field, he might force a team to play a match on there one day. He turned into some kind of outcast, not bothering with school or any normal past times. He just focused solely on his goal to be the ultimate alpha male. He dreamed of millions having to worship his godly, muscular body, terrorising cities just by his sheer size and presence, dominating the world into giving him everything he needed to live a life of pure hedonistic pleasure, swimming around the oceans, toying with ships, finding new lands to force into submission.

He was just 19 when he realised he’d finally tipped his body into the kind of growth he wanted. Everyone thought the high rise that collapsed in his home city was a freak accident, but the reality was he’d been pushing hard in the basement gym, alone, after hours, and had got so massively pumped that the only way he could grow was upwards. He ran his hands across his engorged, sweaty pecs, and realised that they were probably now bigger than some of the apartments on the upper floors. He was soon forced to lie on the floor, barely even feeling the tons of weights and equipment being crushed beneath him. He glanced up and noticed one of the buildings huge steel beams was above him, and smirked at the idea it was in just about the right place to bench press. Why not? Not really expecting anything to happen he placed his palms on the underside of the beam, wrapped his fingers around it as best as they would fit, and pushed. Much to his surprise, he felt a beautiful resistance building across his chest, something to finally test his power, and with a huge bang, chunks of concrete and clouds of dust rained down on him as the 60 storeys above him began to move. It felt epic. Hose pipe veins stood out all over his pecs and arms as he bench pressed the whole fucking building. It just wasn’t designed to cope with his 19 year old muscle though, beams began to twist and fail, and concrete slabs cracked and shattered. Soon the building simply toppled over, it was like knocking over dominoes as it crashed into its neighbour and in seconds left most of the city centre a rubble strewn ruin. Matt had had a glimpse of power, and he liked it, but he wanted more. Muddy more. He decided to leave humanity behind until he was big enough to live his life without anyone, or anything being able to stop him. Now it was time. The ship was one of his first victims. They tried to power blindly out of trouble, but even with the engines at full throttle the ship didn’t move, then, incredibly, it began to move rapidly in the opposite direction. When daylight finally broke, the thousands on board realised their problems were far bigger than they could ever have imagined. Mass panic soon erupted. Most of the crew abandoned ship, leaving everyone to their fate. Matt simply soaked up the scene, enjoying people throwing themselves overboard rather than take their chances with him. He was going to enjoy this, and if the people on that pathetic little raft thought they’d gone unnoticed, they were in for a shock.He was just 19 when he realised he’d finally tipped his body into the kind of growth he wanted. Everyone thought the high rise that collapsed in his home city was a freak accident, but the reality was he’d been pushing hard in the basement gym, alone, after hours, and had got so massively pumped that the only way he could grow was upwards. He ran his hands across his engorged, sweaty pecs, and realised that they were probably now bigger than some of the apartments on the upper floors. He was soon forced to lie on the floor, barely even feeling the tons of weights and equipment being crushed beneath him. He glanced up and noticed one of the buildings huge steel beams was above him, and smirked at the idea it was in just about the right place to bench press. Why not? Not really expecting anything to happen he placed his palms on the underside of the beam, wrapped his fingers around it as best as they would fit, and pushed. Much to his surprise, he felt a beautiful resistance building across his chest, something to finally test his power, and with a huge bang, chunks of concrete and clouds of dust rained down on him as the 60 storeys above him began to move. It felt epic. Hose pipe veins stood out all over his pecs and arms as he bench pressed the whole fucking building. It just wasn’t designed to cope with his 19 year old muscle though, beams began to twist and fail, and concrete slabs cracked and shattered. Soon the building simply toppled over, it was like knocking over dominoes as it crashed into its neighbour and in seconds left most of the city centre a rubble strewn ruin. Matt had had a glimpse of power, and he liked it, but he wanted more. Much more. He decided to leave humanity behind until he was big enough to live his life without anyone, or anything being able to stop him. Now it was time. The ship was one of his first victims. They tried to power blindly out of trouble, but even with the engines at full throttle the ship didn’t move, then, incredibly, it began to move rapidly in the opposite direction. When daylight finally broke, the thousands on board realised their problems were far bigger than they could ever have imagined. Mass panic soon erupted. Most of the crew abandoned ship, leaving everyone to their fate. Matt simply soaked up the scene, enjoying people throwing themselves overboard rather than take their chances with him. He was going to enjoy this, and if the people on that pathetic little raft thought they’d gone unnoticed, they were in for a shock.