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I went to an all-you-can-eat restaurant after work and stayed for about two hours. I just kept eating until I couldn't take another bite. When I finally looked down, my belly looked like an absolute monster!

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to take a picture of my huge stuffed belly. On the way there, I noticed my belly was actually sticking out from under my sweater! I could see people staring at it. After taking the photo, I left the restaurant and walked home. I swear people were looking at my belly the whole way. Once I got back, I took a few more pictures to capture just how full I was.

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👻 The Rookie and the Bodybuilder’s Ghost (part 1)

Happy spooky season This was support to be one part but Made too many image for one story so here part 2

The Haunted Mall

Rookie Officer Jason Hale, twenty-five, with an average build and short blond hair, had only been on the force for six months. His beat that night led him to the long-abandoned Westbrook Mall. Most of it had been gutted and condemned, but whispers of vagrants and strange sightings kept it on the patrol list.

He pushed through the cracked glass doors of what used to be a Gold Titan Gym. Dust-covered dumbbells, rusting barbells, and broken mirrors stared back at him. The smell of old sweat still lingered in the air.

He called out for the suspect he was chasing — silence. Then, a chill swept the room. Before Jason could react, a cold, invisible force slammed into him. His breath froze in his lungs, and something entered him.

And then, it was gone.

Or so he thought.

New Energy

The next morning, Jason woke up with a restless energy. At work, he couldn’t sit still. Jason try to shrugged off the experience from last night. He still looked like himself: slim, clean in his pressed uniform, just another rookie. But something felt… off.

That evening, after his shift, without really knowing why, Jason went to a local gym — something he never did voluntarily. His body moved like it knew the equipment. Every lift burned in the right places, every rep perfect.

He had never liked gyms. But suddenly, lifting iron felt natural. Movements he had never trained — deadlifts, bench presses, clean-and-jerks — flowed like second nature. His body pumped with fire, his muscles swelling and veins surging.

Hours vanished in what felt like minutes. Jason stumbled out exhausted but exhilarated.

The energy didn’t just show itself in the gym.

On patrol a few nights later, Jason spotted a thief bolting down an alley. Normally, he wasn’t the fastest runner on the force — but this time, his body exploded forward. His boots pounded the pavement like he’d been training for years.

Within seconds, he closed the distance, every stride powered by new strength. The suspect glanced back in shock before Jason slammed into him, tackling him hard to the ground.

Jason cuffed him, chest heaving, staring down in disbelief. How the hell was I that fast?

The Blackouts

It escalated quickly. He started going daily. The workouts got longer. His body transformed — shoulders broadening, chest swelling, arms thickening with muscle he had never worked for.

But then the blackouts began. At first, they only happened in the gym. One moment he’d rack the weights, the next he’d “wake up” drenched in sweat, two hours gone.

Then, they followed him home. He would wake up at 3 a.m. in front of his mirror, wearing tight gym tanks and compression shorts — clothes he would never have bought. His fridge filled with lean meats, vegetables, protein powder. Meals cooked and prepped, though he didn’t remember making them

His coworkers noticed too. “Damn, Hale, hitting the weights, huh?” they said. He smiled weakly, secretly terrified.

Rapid Growth

Jason’s transformation wasn’t just fast — it was terrifying.

In only a few weeks, he had packed on nearly twenty pounds of dense muscle. His chest jutted out like armor plates, his arms strained every shirt he owned, and veins began tracing across his forearms like living wires.

Coworkers started teasing him in the station locker room. “Damn, Hale — what are you eating, man? Steroids in your cereal?” one joked, patting his shoulder. Jason forced a laugh, hiding how unsettled he felt.

The truth was, he didn’t know. His fridge was stocked with lean meats, tubs of protein powder, and stacked meal-prep containers… but he couldn’t remember ever buying or cooking them. And when he looked in the mirror after his workouts, his reflection didn’t feel like his own.

And on duty? The ghost’s power followed him into the streets. Jason found himself sprinting after suspects with a speed and stamina that stunned even him. Every time he caught someone, he’d stare at his hands, cuffing them with trembling fingers. This isn’t me. This can’t be me.

The strangest part came during his blackouts. He’d wake up standing in front of the mirror in tight gym clothes he would never have chosen himself — tanks that clung to his chest, shorts hugging his thighs.

— and worse, one morning in just tight black briefs clinging to his thighs.

Double Life

Jason was living a lie — or maybe two of them.

At work, he was still Officer Hale: a rookie cop, uniform crisp, badge shining. But even that image was starting to crack. His uniform shirts fit tighter every week. Buttons stretched across his chest, seams strained at his biceps, and more than once he caught other officers grinning as if waiting for the fabric to burst. “You’re gonna outgrow that badge if you keep it up,” one colleague joked. Jason laughed weakly, but inside he was panicking.

At home, it was worse. He’d black out, then wake up in front of his apartment mirror, phone in hand, finding selfies he didn’t remember taking. There he was in string tanks, compression shorts, joggers that clung to his new thighs — clothes that showed off every vein, every slab of muscle. He hated how much he looked the part… and how right it felt.

Some nights, he’d catch himself wandering the city after his shift, heading straight to the gym without even realizing it. Once, he saw his reflection in a neon-lit window — chest pumped, arms swollen, hoodie cut so low his pecs were exposed — and for a terrifying moment, he felt proud.

But the ghost wasn’t just shaping his downtime. Even on duty, Jason felt it bleeding through. Chasing suspects, his shirt would fly open mid-run, undershirt riding up to expose the blocky swell of his gut. His muscles made him faster, stronger, better — but at the cost of his sanity.

And the worst moments came in his sleep. More than once he woke in the dead of night, his heart racing, only to find himself wearing posing trunks, lying in bed as if ready for a bodybuilding show. The badge on his nightstand mocked him. Jason buried his face in his hands, whispering: What’s happening to me?

The Needle

Jason had convinced himself he could manage it — that he could live as both a cop and a gym rat, that he could draw a line somewhere.

That illusion shattered the night he woke up in the locker room.

The smell of sweat and oil clung to the air. He looked down — he was wearing nothing but a pair of shiny black posing briefs stretched tight across his thighs. His skin gleamed as if he’d been oiled for a stage show. His muscles were monstrous, swollen beyond belief, veins crawling like ropes across his arms. His belly, once trim, was beginning to push outward, rounded and firm.

Then his eyes landed on the bench. A syringe, used and discarded. His arm ached where the needle had gone in.

Jason staggered back, panic flooding him. No. No, I would never—

That’s when the voice came, clearer than ever before:

“We had to. You’ll never win without it. I lost my chance — but through you, I’ll claim the stage. The gut, the pain — it’s worth it. You’ll be a champion.”

Jason clutched his head, shaking violently. “This isn’t me! I’m a cop, not—”

“You’re mine.”

From that night, his blackouts grew darker. He’d wake at home surrounded by empty protein tubs, plates stacked high with half-eaten steaks. Sometimes he’d find himself mid-pose in the mirror, veins bulging, grinning with a confidence that wasn’t his own.

Even at work, the ghost’s influence was inescapable. During an arrest in a dark alley, Jason slammed a suspect so hard against the wall that his uniform sleeve ripped open around his bicep. The man crumpled, terrified, and Jason snapped the cuffs on with trembling hands. The other officers praised his strength — but Jason’s stomach churned. He hadn’t meant to hit that hard. He wasn’t sure he’d even been the one doing it.

And the worst came at night. He woke in bed, still in posing briefs, veins alive with a chemical fire he didn’t remember injecting. He sat on the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes wide. The badge on his nightstand looked like a toy now, his hand dwarfing it when he picked it up.

He was losing himself… one shot at a time.

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