Joey Through The Years - Age 26 (PART 4 of 5)

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STATISTICS:
Height: 6'6
Weight: 1210 lbs

Joey pumped the humongous dumbells, barely breaking a sweat as the bridge cable like veins on his pecs and biceps bulged under his ivory toned skin, looking like they're ready to burst through it. After a good few sets he placed them gently back onto the rack and struck a competition pose in the pump-up room mirrors, every muscle on his body like a boulder ready to break the skin.
In just two years Joey had packed on more pure bulk than even he thought possible, no taller than when he was in his early 20's, but nearly 400 pounds heavier. His arms were packed with enough muscle mass on their own to make two average guys look like competition ready bodybuilders, his pecs were like two paving slabs stuck onto his monstrously wide chest and his thighs were as thick as oak trees.

Emily burst through the door into the 'pump-up room', visibly stressed.
"Joey what the hell?!" She Bellowed, "you're supposed to be oiled up and ready for the stage, the competitor line-up is in 20 minutes!"
Joey shook his head as if snapping out of trance and let out an 'oh fuck!'.
"You've not even got your tattoos covered up babe! you should know they deduct points for that after you came in second last time."
Joey nodded as he rummaged through his bag in a panic to try find his body oil.
"... And why in hell have you got your hair up in a deathhawk? are you just trying to see if you can actually lose?."
"Come on Emily, who here's gonna possibly be a match for me? I'm a one-goth testosterone factory. even with my tats and hair, there's nobody that can rival my si-"

And at that moment, one of the other competitors came in through the door at the other end of the room. The guy had to duck under the 7 foot tall door frame and had to attempt to squeeze his sheer, gigantic frame through like crawling through a ventilation shaft. This guy was a monster.
Standing well over 7 foot tall and he must've weighed close to 2000 pounds. Joey was dumbstruck at how someone could possibly have been bigger than him.
The monstrous bodybuilder smiled at Joey and Emily and opened his mouth to speak.
"oh hey, sorry you two. I've lost my bag, have you seen it? blue Gold's Gym bag with a black shoulder strap." He said in a register so deep and low it was like Barry White's and Cristopher Lee's voices had made a baby.
Joey was at a loss for words. Why? How? How was this guy so big?! Steroids? The gigantic bulge in his posing trunks would suggest otherwise.

Emily eventually managed to squeek out "is that it over there?" pointing to the corner locker where the bag was very visibly left in front of.
"ah, thanks. Getting really hard to see over these things" gesturing towards his mountainous pectorals "even with my glasses." He smiled, or at least Joey thinks he did, since it was impossible to see the 2000 pounders mouth behind the wall of meat jutting from his chest.
He held the bag under his arm and it seemingly escaped from view and headed for the door.
"Good look Joey, fan of your music by the way" He said as he squeezed himself back through the door.

Joey and Emily stood totally motionless for a second.
"Babe?" Joey murmured.
"Yeah Handsome?" She replied.
"can you help me get these covered up while I tie my hair back? I'm gonna need to get every point I can tonight."