Carl's new life
By Rob Dunn
Carl wakes up to a whole new world and way of life

Carl woke up and instantly regretted it. His head hurt. His chest hurt. His eyes 
would not focus and all he saw was a bright blur. He heard vices around him but 
didn't care what they were saying. He just lay there in his pain. His thoughts 
drifted back ... 
Where was he? Ahh yes. He had terminal lung cancer and there was nothing they 
could do. All treatment had failed and he had decided to have his body frozen on 
the good doctors advice in the hope that in the future there would be a way to 
save his life. He groaned. He had never been in so much pain. A hand picked up 
his arm and something cold was pressed to the skin of his forearm. The pain 
seemed to ebb away. His vision began to clear. He could clearly see a bright 
light and a white ceiling above him. He heard the subtle sounds of a city life 
beyond the walls of the room he was in. A voice jerked Carl out of his own 
little world. "Mr Cartwright? Can you hear me?" Said a female voice as a smiling 
face bobbed into view. "Mrrf" was all that Carl could manage. A male voice 
outside of Carls field of vision said, "Looks like he will be ok. I'll let you 
get on with it. Let me know how he goes."
Carl heard footsteps and a door open and close. He tried to sit up and was 
gently but firmly pushed down flat on his back. Carl sighed and looked around at 
the room he was in. It was all white, insanely sterile, and very boring. There 
was some equipment to the left of the bed that he was in, a door set into the 
wall, and on the right side there was a woman whose voice he had heard before, 
standing in front of a window. "Hi." She said with a smile. He gaped at her. He 
had never in his life seen a woman like her. "Urrgh?" is all he got out as he 
stared at her. Its not that she was ugly, or had any deformities, it was that 
she was the most muscular woman he had ever seen in his life. She was not tall 
just wide. Too wide. Her shoulders were massive. Her upper arms hung at her 
sides on 45 degree angles, forced out by her huge lat's which were almost 
perpendicular with the floor, leaving her fore arms dangling out in space a long 
way from her waist.  She was obviously a muscle fanatic and must have spent 
every spare moment in a gym lifting weights, but even the biggest men did not 
get that big. She had very pale skin that was almost opaque, that showed up 
every detail of her overly defined and bulked up body. Carl could almost see the 
individual fibres that made up the muscles. And the muscles! They were just so 
big. He could make out each and every one. They were so defined, striated, and 
peaked. It looked like each muscle was about to explode. And she had veins that 
went everywhere, and were all different sizes, from the size of garden hose 
across her delt's and into her biceps and fore arm right down to the tiny ones 
that laced across her pec's, lat's and abs. He could see most of her upper body 
as she was wearing a sports bra that contained her, compared to the rest or her 
body, smallish breasts, and a pair of daisy dukes that looked like they were in 
need of replacing from age. He looked up at her face. She was pretty with cute 
features, bright green eyes and a long ponytail on the top of her head of sandy 
coloured hair.
"Hi." She said again smiling at him. 
"Hi." said Carl. "Where am I? And who are you?" 
"Who am I?" she said as she took a step back, every muscle bulging and rippling 
as she moved and brought both of her huge arms up into a double bicep pose and 
when her hands were level with her head she flexed. Carl's mouth dropped open. 
Her biceps swelled up into what must have been at least 38 inches of peaked, 
freaky muscle. Veins instantly raised to the surface, streaking down her arm 
till they ended in her hands. Then she relaxed and reached behind her to pick up 
a folder crammed full of papers off a small bench set into the wall. "My name is 
Samantha Bell, you can call me Sam, and I am the person who is going to 
integrate you into society."
"Wait up. Why did you just do that whole pose thing? And you're a bodybuilder 
right? I used to workout but I have never seen anyone as big as you are." Said 
Carl with a frown.
"I know that you have a lot of questions, and I will do my best to answer them." 
Sam replied. She held the folder up and opened it, her massive chest straining 
the material of the sports bra, as her delts, triceps and biceps jostled each 
other for position. 
"You were put into suspended animation on the advice of your doctors after it 
was known that there was nothing that could be done about your condition. You 
wanted to do that?" Sam asked lifting an eyebrow.
"Well ...yes." Carl stammered. "There was nothing that could save me and I had 
nothing to lose."
"Well you have been out for a few years now. In fact its been eight thousand 
three hundred and seventy nine years now. Things have changed quite a bit." 
continued Sam. "From the history books I know that in your time a person of 
my ...um ...build would have been an oddity, but now everyone is like me ..."
"Wait a minute." Carl interrupted. "You mean to tell me that everyone is a 
bodybuilder? And that ..."
Samantha cut him off mid sentence. "OK. First I talk, you listen. Then 
questions. As many as you like. As I was saying everyone is built like I am. In 
greeting everyone hits a double bicep pose. Shaking hands went out thousands of 
years ago. I am have been assigned to make sure that you adjust to things here. 
Now any questions?"
Carl sat up. "So your telling me that I'm in the future? And that everyone is a 
bodybuilder?"
Samantha sighed. "Yes you are in the future and no everyone is not a 
bodybuilder. I don't work out at all. I have gone through genetic enhancement. 
Everyone does. It starts from a very young age. Now bodybuilders have to have 
major operations to have their bone structure changed to be able to take the 
muscle mass that being a bodybuilder now requires. I am not nearly big enough to 
be a bodybuilder. But it is nice of you to say so."
Carl thought about this. "So I am going to be a freak, being the only guy on the 
planet who is not a musclebound hulk?"
"You mean you wouldn't ever want to be able to do this if you could?" Replied 
Sam twisting sideways into a side chest pose. She then flexed slowly from the 
ground up her huge calves budging out, veins starkly visible, then her quads 
formed into massive bulges of rock hard muscle covered in thick veins. Sam then 
closed her right hand into a fist and flexed her forearm bringing the thick 
muscles into action. Her right bicep slowly grew larger and larger until the 
skin was almost bursting. Then she suddenly relaxed, letting all her muscles 
suddenly change shape, exhaled and drew in a deep breath and then flexed again 
this time flexing from the ground up but this time a lot faster and when she had 
just tensed up her melon sized deltoids she then flexed her massive pecs rolling 
them up and then squeezing them till they showed up deep striations, her thin, 
almost transparent skin showing up every cut and separation in her whole body. 
She had the deepest cleavage that Carl had ever seen! Her pecs had to stand at 
least 10 inches out into space. He gaped at her as she stood there, her mighty 
pecs rising and falling as she took in lung fulls of air.
Carl just stared at her, his jaw wide open. 
"Hmmm." Frowned Samantha relaxing, her oversized bulk rearranging itself as she 
relaxed. "Well, you have plenty of time to decide, but I think you will want to 
be bigger than you are. How do you live with those tiny arms?" said Sam reaching 
over and giving Carls' right bicep a quick squeeze.
"I do ok." At least so far, thought Carl, looking down at his arm and then at 
Sam's. 
"So, are you ready to see your new home? You are now recovered from your 
treatment and we can leave any time you like."
"I have a home here already?" asked Carl.
"Well of course." Replied Sam. "Unlike your time there is no poverty now. There 
is enough of everything for everyone." 
Samantha walked over to the wall on the side of the room opposite to the bed and 
reached into a recess set into the wall. Walking made the muscles in her legs 
and shoulders contract and bulge. She reached down into a recess in the wall 
with both hands and her more than expansive lats exploded, flaring to form an 
almost vee that made her look like she was wider than she was tall. Her rear 
deltoids became full, round like basketballs, and hard, full of striations. She 
stood up with some cloths in her hands. She tossed them onto the bed. "Here are 
some cloths for you. They have been altered to fit your size." 
Samantha stood at the foot of the bed.
Carl looked at her. She didn't look like she was going anywhere. "Um, would you 
mind stepping outside?"
"Why?" asked Sam with a puzzled look on her face.
"Well if I'm going to get changed ...I might like to do it alone."
"Oh. Really? You don't ...want me in the room when you are naked. I remember that 
from the histories. Of course. I will wait outside." And she walked over to the 
door and opened it. "Don't take too long." And with a wink she closed the door 
behind her.
Carl threw the covers of the bed off. He stepped out of the bed and began to 
take the gown he was wearing off and put on the cloths. His mind was racing. 
Everyone was now bigger than ...bigger than any person he had ever seen in the 20th 
century.  He paused. There was no shirt, just a pair of shorts that were a good 
fit round his waist but very baggy. And he had been in a cryo tube for almost 
10,000 years, after which they cured him of cancer? He did not believe a word of 
it. It was too impossible. He slipped on the shoes by the bed, scratched at his 
naked chest, and walked over to the window.  
What he saw made his mind boggle. The window looked out onto a large square 
courtyard covered in grass and pathways. The sun was shining and there was 
laughter and conversation lilting through the glass. It must have been at least 
500 yards to the other side. The thing about the courtyard that made his mind do 
back flips was that all of the people in it were massively muscled. They were 
all huge. All the women had on just enough material to cover their breasts and a 
pair of shorts or a skirt. The men just had shorts on. He quickly walked over to 
the door, which was way too wide to be a normal door, and yanked it open. 
The door opened into a long corridor. There were a few people walking to and 
from somewhere or other, all massively muscled. Samantha was sitting on a seat 
next to the door. She stood up as he came through the door. She was a lot 
shorter than Carl had expected. He did not think that he was tall at 6 foot, but 
she must have been only about 5 foot 4 inches. He looked down at her. From this 
angle she looked bigger again. Her shoulders and chest made up an expansive area 
that had a head carefully placed in the middle. He could have easily placed a 
MacDonald's tray on each shoulder and one on her pecs and still see muscle on 
the outer edge of all three trays. 
Sam smiled and asked, "Ready to go?"
"Sure." Said Carl.
Sam set off down the corridor with Carl trailing in her wake. Carl saw in the 
distance a weight bench in an alcove further along the hall. "What is that 
weight bench doing in the hall?"
"It's a Pump Station. Come on, I'll show you." Said Samantha handing him the 
folder she was carrying. She skipped up to the bench, her massive calves 
straining and contracting, and lowered her massive bulk onto the small by 
comparison bench. Carl looked at the bar as Sam took hold of it and was amazed 
to see that there was almost 800 pounds on it. There was no way she could ...
Samantha gently lifted the bar off the stand and began to raise it up and down 
grunting as she did. The bar bounced and the weights clanged against each other. 
After 16 reps she stopped, rested the bar on her pecs and then relaxed them, the 
bar sinking deep into the thick muscle. Then she flexed her pecs and the bar 
leapt into the air. Sam caught it with a grunt and put it back onto its stand, 
got up and then stood behind the bench. Sam then lifted the bar off its stand, 
and began to curl it. Her biceps began to get more and more pumped, growing in 
size, the veins standing out like print on a road map. Her pecs and biceps were 
stretching the skin that covered them to its very limit. Carl thought for 
certain that Sam was about to have either her skin tare open or a vein burst 
open. But after 14 reps she put the weight back up onto its stand and stepped up 
to Carl. She was breathing very hard and Carl could see the blood pulsing though 
her veins. Her chest, delts, triceps, and biceps throbbed and twitched. Sam 
smiled and hit a most muscular pose, then she flexed. Her pecs would have 
obscured half of her face if Carl was her height. She was a mass of throbbing, 
muscle engorged, woman. Carl reached out a hand and felt her left bicep. Sam 
relaxed the oversized ball of muscle and Carl squeezed the peak of the mountain 
of flesh. It felt so good. Samantha then slowly extended her arm and then 
brought it up into a bicep pose and flexed. Carls grip on her meaty bicep was 
instantly lost as she pumped the muscle. Carl went weak at the knees as Sam 
flexed, the muscle changing shape under his hand. The muscle was so hard and he 
could feel it swelling with blood. He could also feel her pulse. Carl felt the 
pipe sized vein that ran over her pumped and bloated deltoid and bicep, then 
into her forearm, where it divided into a mass of smaller ones. 
Carl ran his hand down from the peak of Samantha's might bicep and along her 
forearm. It was covered in more veins than Carl though could be possible. It 
seemed like there was more vein visible than muscle. The contrast between her 
rock hard muscle and the soft, prominent veins felt amazing.
"That's why it's called a pump station. Come on, let's get to your new home" 
Said Sam with a sly smile. She took the folder out of his hands and bounced off 
down the hall. 
Right thought Carl to himself. At the end of the hall there was a reception desk 
with a young woman of massive proportions who was already talking with Samantha.
"Hello Mr Cartwright." Said the woman behind the desk hitting a double bicep 
pose. She looked him up and down and turned to Sam. "So when does he start 
enhancement?" 
Sam frowned. "He's not sure he wants it."
"That will change." The receptionist replied with a smile.
"What makes you say that?" asked Carl.
"This." She said flexing her mammoth bicep. "Wanna arm wrestle?"
Carl went bright red and Sam came to his rescue grabbing him by hand and saying 
over her shoulder to the receptionist, "Ask him again in 3 months!"
Once outside the building Carl saw that it was a single story building. He 
looked around the landscape and saw that all the buildings were only one story 
tall. The road outside the hospital was busy as far as he could tell and as they 
walked through the car park people on the street stopped and gawked at him. Carl 
stopped and looked around. Everyone was a huge and muscly, and they had stopped. 
They were all looking at him. He heard a woman say 'Ewww. Look at that guy. What 
a freak.' Another said, 'Why would you want to look like that.' Samantha noticed 
his distress and said, "Don't listen to them. Its not often anyone like you is 
seen in an image, let alone in the flesh. Come on."
They got into a car, and were soon on their way. Carl was happy that there were 
still cars even though this one was totally silent except for the noise of the 
wheels on the road. 
The trip to Carls new home was uneventful and when they arrived, it was in front 
of a low, grey building. Inside the front door was a long hall with about 10 or 
so doors set into it. There were numbers on the ones that he could see. 
"Your in number 4." Said Sam as she strode of down the hall. She put her hand on 
a yellow square on the door and it slid aside. Carl noted that the doorway was 
very wide. He thought about this and realised that in a door from his time even 
if Sam turned sideways it would still be an effort for her to get though. He 
grinned at this though. Sam turned and caught him grinning. "What's so funny?" 
She said with her hand on hips (Not an easy feat given her physical proportions) 
and a raised eyebrow. 
"Nothing." said Carl.
Too be continued ...