A Persian God's Blessing in Real Time

Mahmoud wasn't satisfied with being "Instagram Big". Sure, he had tens of thousands of followers ogling his every post, but he wanted to be bigger than where he currently was. He wanted the power to look down at people using just the power of his muscles and his strength to impose how much more powerful he is than everyone else. He would have to do with this current form though. He promised himself to lay off the drugs after a heavy dosing cycle that made him lose his temper too much and just made him feel terrible in general. The problem was he had to do as much as the heavy gainers to just maintain this size now. It was a pain to see the other big guys he once competed against slowly gaining more mass and leaving him in the world of fitness modeling. 

He tried whatever holistic herb and crystal was out there to promote growth, and he even knew they were a long shot to begin with! He just had to try whatever he could, until eventually he was literally praying to whatever deity or idea was out there to grant him a miracle if possible. It was a far-flung fantasy, but Mahmoud figured it couldn't hurt to try. At worst, he would just be speaking into empty air. Turns out though, he was going to get lucky with the one god he found from his home country of Iran. A god of masculinity and war that existed in the pagan religions before Islam and even before Zoroastrianism. He wasn't sure how he came out the information about this god, as the book with his story was suddenly there after he woke up from a particularly long study session. 

After giving the thoroughly-researched prayer to the long-lost god, he proceeded with his workout. He felt totally normal for the first few sets, but then he started feeling a strange tingling throughout. Mahmoud dismissed and continued on, assuming it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him.  He quickly figured out how wrong that assumption was, observing the weights getting slightly easier to lift to a point where he was hardly exerting any effort. He mindlessly kept increasing the weights until he noticed he was benching 200 kilos! 

Seeing that number so suddenly, Mahmoud stopped and went over to the large wall of mirrors to see what could be happening. It was quite the sight to see, so he ripped his shirt off and started posing like he was in a bodybuilding competition. He watched his body slowly blow up, get wider and taller, and practically exude more and more power. He felt the power of the mysterious god flowing into him, granting him the kind of body he had been craving: pecs like steel slabs, shoulders to take up an entire road lane, arms wider that most guys' legs, and even a bulbous lower torso with a very pleasant gift that the good decided to bestow on this new follower. His first follower in centuries as well, so he would give him everything this young man wanted as long as he worked to spread his worship and gain more followers.