ZZ Muscle Dust
Get Big
Chad thumbed open his phone and touched the round HipTalk icon. His face in a circle smiled back at him and he raised an eyebrow at his own chiseled jaw and perfect tan.
“Only two hundred messages? What the Hell?” He picked up a sixty pound dumbbell with his right hand and curled while he scrolled. He only cared about the hot chicks and maybe a few dudes. The dudes that got it.
“Hey Chad! SO HOT.”
“Chad BABY, why you never call meh??”
“Baby u so fine!”
He nodded along with each dopamine hit, switching arms every fifty messages. Synth heavy trap pumped through the gym speakers and across from his bench a row of treadmills whirred.
Chad hit the plus sign at the bottom of the page and a video recorder started. He focused the camera on his bicep and curled the dumbbell, then he panned to his face.
“Working hard today. Gotta stay ripped for the ladies.” He kissed the air then hit send on the video. Yeah, they were gonna love that. An alert popped up for a new video from Master Muscle, an icon in the body building world. Chad had followed his advice exclusively the past year and had bulked up faster than ever. Master Muscle understood. He knew it wasn’t about the looks he got, or even all the women, not really. It was about the discipline and the sculpt. He was turning his body into a work of art, into something he crafted to be uniquely beautiful. And powerful.
Master Muscle’s angular face and huge trapezius muscles popped onto the screen, veins bulged in his neck and forehead. Framed by two racks of weights and backed by a shelf full of supplements, he held a small, black plastic jar with bright green letters printed on its label.
“Hey Muscle Maniacs, I have got a hot new tip for you. You know I get products from all of the up and coming companies in the muscle business. Everybody wants the Master to rep their muscle magic.” He smiled wider, “I don’t try ‘em all,” he tapped his head, “I’m all muscle, but I’m not a meathead.”
Chad laughed, he freaking loved the Master. The video continued.
“But this product, this little bottle right here, is changing my life. It’s plant-based, so it’s completely safe. Nothing to worry about. My team has checked out the ingredients, the company. It. Is. Legit.” The camera panned out.
“Holy shit,” Chad whispered. “That’s fucking amazing!” He had memorized every muscle on the Master’s body, he knew every major, every intersection, every anterior. What he saw before him was a whole new landscape. He put down the dumbbell he was still curling and stood, switching the video to full screen.
“Yo, Dex!” He waved across the gym to another bodybuilder. “Have you seen this new Master Muscle vid?”
Dex stood up from the rowing machine she was on and stalked over to Chad with her bleach blonde ponytail swinging. She was a foot shorter than him, but just as ripped.
“This better be good. I hate slacking when I’m here.”
“I know, I know, but look at this!” He showed the paused video to her, grinning as her eyes widened.