UNLOCKED DOOR By The Dark Scion. It was Tuesday afternoon and Patricia was returning to the hospital. She was passing by a Clancy's Big Bell Gym. The metal clang of weights emanating from within caught her attention. From time to time the idea had crossed her mind about becoming fit. Patricia was a big girl. In bare feet she was 6ft 5in. and weighed in at 450lb. By some accounts she was obese and others called her big boned. It didn't really matter to her but all her friends were doing something physical and it was all-awash on TV and radio that people should exercise. After standing at the door of the gym for few minutes, she ventured inside. Patricia stood before the reception desk. A thickly set woman in bright green lycra pants and a yellow singlet came in from the gym. In a husky voice she politely asked. "How may I help you, today?" Patricia felt at ease and began her enquiry. "I'm interested in getting fit and umm, I was wandering if this would be the place to do it?" The thick set woman behind the reception counter placed her hands on her hips and carefully studied Patricia from head to foot. "Hi, my name is Kathy by the way...." "Hello, I'm Patricia, but Pat is fine." "Have you any medical conditions like high blood pressure or heart problems?". "No, nothing at all." Well Pat, this is really the right place for you. We can firm you up and have you feeling great in a relatively short time. "That's wonderful, umm, but one thing, will I build big muscles? I really don't want big muscles. I'm big enough as it is." Patricia laughed. " You seem to possess the genetics for muscle development. Your body shape is what we call mesomorphic. Such body types do have a tendency to put on weight and muscle. However, it also depends on the type of exercise you do, the amount you do and your diet. All of those we can control to reach a result that your happy with.".... "Okaaaaaaay, that sounds good to me. Do I have to sign up for a membership?" "No, we have found that once people start using our gym and our instructors they're hooked," Kathy chuckled. "You just pay at the end of each session. We charge $15 per hourly session with an instructor, and we charge only $5 for you to use the gym without an instructor for every three hours." "Right, that's very reasonable. When do I start?" "How about you come by tomorrow morning before work? We're open 24/7." Patricia shook Kathy's hand and made her way to the hospital. Kathy was a nurse's assistant and was seen as being very useful in lifting patients out of bed onto operating tables and shifting them for whatever reason they needed to be shifted. She was soon back in her usual ward. "Geez, I'm glad your back Kath, we've had problems rolling Mr Hodges over onto his side." "No problem, Doris, consider it done." "How are we today, Mr Hodges? I'm just going to roll you onto your side so doctor can examine you." Patricia pushed her arms under this 500lb patient and with a little help from Doris put him on his side. The day quickly disappeared and Patricia walked the mile to her home. She fumbled for the keys to the front door and entered. She went into the kitchen and made herself an omelette, a steak with a side salad and half dozen bread rolls. Patricia then ate a half a gallon of ice cream. Feeling satisfied she went into the living room, threw off her shoes, sat on the couch and switched on the TV. She soon dozed off.... A ray of light pierced through the gap in the room's curtain. Patricia looked at her watch, showered, and changed, into and old pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and took off on foot to the gym. "Phew made it, so where do I start Kath." "Come with me..." "Try these 30lb free weights. Here, grab them and I want you to raise them up to your shoulder and back down in six sets of six." Patricia seemed to do with that ease for the first three sets and then struggled through the rest. "Wow, that was heavy going! Is that it?" Kathy laughed, "NO WAY!" "Let's see how you can bench?" "Alright that's about 300lb you can do. Not bad". Patricia was put through a series of lifting, leg presses, and treadmill. The time went quickly and soon she was in the shower. Her body felt pleasantly sore. She felt happy that she took this up. As Patricia left, Kathy yelled. "I want you back an hour earlier tomorrow. I'm going to make you suffer, girl!" Kathy snorted gleefully. Another day went and Patricia was back at home. She felt hungrier than she usually did. She cooked three T-bone Steaks and made a half-dozen egg omelette and a litre of yoghurt. She was looking forward in going to the gym. The next day, Kathy punished Patricia with heavier weights and greater repetitions. Patricia sweated like she had never sweated before. A few times she felt like throwing up or passing out. It was gruelling. Kathy was relentless, it even got worse on the weekends. After a year, Patricia was feeling powerful and very tight. Her muscles had exploded in size and she loved it. "Umm, so Pat, what was that about you not wanting to get any muscles?" Kathy laughed "Yeah, you hooked me!" "I was strong but I never thought I could be this strong. I'm 560lb now, and hardly any fat and I'm benching twice my weight with ease. You should see how patients at the hospital look when I move them around as if they were paper weights."...... On the other side of town was the penitentiary. Banana Campana was a lifer. He was in for multiple murders - hits for the mob. He was wiry 200lb and six feet tall. His face was etched with cunning and brutality. Everything he did was for some personal gain and the pretence he used made the observant physically ill. Not even extensive facial surgery could obliterate what was in his soul. You had to watch your back when he was around. No one liked him and no one trusted him. They only tolerated him. One morning in the yard, in an assembly of prisoners to be addressed by the warden, he was shanked in the back. Someone then proceeded to garrotte him. The commotion alerted the guards and this piece of human trash was saved. Whilst recuperating in the prison hospital, he knew that he had to get out otherwise he would die. Today, he was on kitchen duty. The truck driver from a delivery company came in with the daily vegetables. The luckless courier was alone in the kitchen with Campana. His throat was slit and his uniform removed. Campana was soon loose on the streets. He needed to get money and the entire town was his oyster. He watched and walked around some houses in a quiet street that he had found. He looked for signs of alarm systems and tried doors and windows. Much to his delight, he found a door to a cottage open. He was soon rummaging about looking for jewellery and money. ... Patricia was now doing mornings and after work sessions at the gym. She had just finished her late workout and started to walk home. After arriving she noticed that her front door was open. She entered and saw this skinny man searching through her bookshelf. She locked the door and inwardly smiled. Here was a test of her strength. "What the fuck, are you doing in here!," she boomed. Campana turned and was startled by the size of the woman that stood at the door. He pulled his shank out of his pocket and brandished it about. "Just step away from the door and no one gets hurt". Patricia readied herself. "Bring it on you stick insect, I'm going to enjoy crushing the life out of you," Patricia sneered. Campana laughed. "You're big but you're just a bitch. This is your last day skank." Leering , Campana carving the air with his shank moved circumspectly toward Patricia. He lunged. Patricia went to grab his arm. Her hand got cut. She was momentarily stunned and stepped back but quickly gathered her composure. Licking the blood from her hand, she sneered. "Say goodbye to the world, worm" Patricia rushed toward him roaring. She grabbed and twisted the arm holding the shank, heard the bones in it crack and watched it fall to the ground. Campana screamed in pain. "You fuck'n' bitch, my arm!" Tears welled in Campana's eyes. " Small, fragile man, your life is now man." Effortlessly she grabbed Campana about the neck and lifted him into the air. Her hands began to squeeze. Campana legs kicked and his arms flayed wildly. Patricia surged with strength, she continued to squeeze. His eyes turned up and his tongue fell loose from his mouth. The struggling ceased. Patricia smirked and continued to squeeze. She heard the sound of crushing vertebrae and she dropped the lifeless corpse. Standing over the kill, she felt her vagina moisten. It was so easy. She flexed her biceps and wanted more, much more. Patricia ran into the next door neighbours home and feigned panic and told them that she killed an intruder in self-defence. The police soon arrived. They were visibly shaken by Patricia's size. Patricia explained what happened and that she was in a panicked state. They inspected the scene and body. "Don't worry, ma'am. The law is with you here. You are allowed to use reasonable lethal force in the case of this house intrusion. I just need to take some detail. This scum by the way is a well-known felon and murderer. He won't be missed" Patricia looked down at the puny officer and his associate. She couldn't help imagining crushing their rib cages or tearing their arms from their sockets. Softly she gave them the information they wanted. The next day, Patricia left to go to the gym. She was about to lock her front door but stopped and placed her keys back in her bag....