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You and your trainer were good friends for years now. He was that kind of muscle head that was perfectly aware of his size and his will to put on even more mass. Getting bigger was the sole purpose of his life. 

Every year in the early summer days, he disappeared for a few weeks. You asked him where he went in this time, but all he gave away was a silent smirk. One thing was for sure; every time he came back, he seemed to have grown dozens of pounds heavier. Soon, you were excited to see him leave and return every summer.

Your mind started telling you stories about his disappearances — a secret facility growing an arsenal of over-grown men. A kind of summer camp visited by the biggest muscle heads from all over the world. The harvest of an unknown magic fruit somewhere off the map.


Maybe, one day, he will take you with him.

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