Commission for  teranticdragon. I don't know if it's correct to label this as macro since it's kinda weird, but i'll let you all decide if i'm right or not. Either way it was an interesting one to write, so hey ho ^^

All this taking from others, sometimes it's good to remind the world of the value of hard work. And Ollie is certainly going to be doing plenty of reminding. In fact, I doubt they're going to ever forget him.

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Mr Universe

It was a nice night, Ollie decided after some thought. The moon was bright semicircle in the sky, and the night air was wonderfully refreshing as it cooled the sweat on his body. Each step came with a slight pant as he slowly recovered from the day's workout, brown fur rising and falling in the dark.

It would have been a great night, but something was whispering in his ear.

"Will you shut up?"

"We're communicating through a pseudo-psychic link that spans at least 8 dimensions, he can't hear us."

"You said that about Gaston."

A moment of silence, in which Ollie heard his own breaths puffing into the night.

“We agreed not to talk about Gaston.”

The voice sounded annoyed now. "Look, I don't know about you, but I am not going through a couple decades of red tape to seal this up officially. I say we use him."

"And break a dozen regulations in the process!"

"Hey, if you want to do it manually, feel free. Personally I have better things to do with my life. He's just a bull, not even dimensionally transverse!"

Ollie decided enough was enough. "I'm not just a bull. And if you're going to talk about me, at least have the balls to say it to my face."

There was a moment of silence, punctuated by a very muffled "Shit." Then reality twisted, and in front of Ollie materialised two creatures. They were dragons in the loosest sense of the word, vaporous creatures that flitted in and out of existence. The nearest one coughed before speaking in a voice like wet sandpaper.

"Greetings, mortal. I am the great god, Prexis 5, and I have come to -"

"Are you going to talk like that the whole time? It's pretty annoying." Ollie interrupted, suppressing a chuckle at Prexis's look of utter contempt. The second dragon seemed to be on the verge of laughing as well.

"Alright fine, FINE. We're here because we need a favour." Prexis put a claw to his head as he searched for the right words.

The other dragon stepped forwards. "Hi, Phyrax 7, pleased to meet you. What my friend is trying to say is that there's a leak in your reality. Think of it like a hole in a swimming pool, only instead of water it's energy. Except this follows reverse entropy since physics only follow the dimensions they apply in but cannot transcribe properly without a tachyon stream to sustain their interpretation, so eventually your reality will follow the stream outwards." At Ollie's blank stare Phyrax sighed. "Your reality has an energy leak, and we need to plug it or bad stuff happens."

Ollie nodded. "Ok, so why do you need me?"

"Because paperwork." Prexis said, waving a hand. "We could solve this ourselves but it would take a long time, and frankly I'd rather sort this here and now, I've got turkey in the oven and it's going to burn if I don't wrap up soon. So here's the deal." Prexis fumbled about for a second and plucked something seemingly out of thin air. It resembled a seed of some plant. "This will make you plug the hole."

"Woah woah woah, what?"

Phyrax sighed again. "It won't hurt, in fact I imagine it'll feel pretty good since you'll have a tachyon stream feeding energy into your body until the breach closes. I'm legally required to get your permission first, which is why I'm not forcing you right now. Council rules."

Ollie tilted his head as he looked at the seed. "What do I get in return? You said energy, do I get stronger?"

Phyrax chuckled darkly. "More than you imagine, and more than you will ever use. But once your body reaches critical mass then you'll settle, breach will be plugged, that's that. Though you might want to work out a bit first." The dragon cast a critical eye over Ollie's 5'5 frame, which despite looking athletic was relatively small. "You'll need a body that can take the strain."

"Oh I've tried. Seems to be quite difficult for me though." Ollie replied slightly dejectedly. He didn't notice Phyrax's ominous chuckle, nor his amused grin.

"Just do it. I guarantee you'll see the difference pretty quickly."

“Really?” Ollie perked up a bit at the the thought of real gains, proper, visible gains for once.

“See for yourself.” Phyrax grinned, but Ollie didn't notice it, too caught up on the idea that his training might begin to pay off.

"One last thing." Prexis shuffled awkwardly. "What we're doing here is quick and painless, but it also happens to be ever so slightly outlawed in every conceivable reality. So no blabbing."

Ollie rolled his eyes. "Who would I even tell?"

"Good, good." Prexis closed his fist and the seed disappeared. When he opened his claw it was stained red. "Ew, gross."

"What happened? Where did the seed go?" Ollie asked as Prexis shook his hand out.

"I swapped it with a bit of your blood. Easier, but now I need to wash my hand. Ugh, come on Phyrax." Just like that Prexis disappeared, nothing indicating he had even existed.

Phyrax chuckled. "Good luck." He said before vanishing, leaving Ollie to wonder if all of that had really happened. With a shrug he carried on walking, letting the cool air calm his mind once again.

*

Saturday was Ollie's free day, which meant a good portion of it was spent at the gym anyway, but for some reason he felt more hyped for it than usual. The moment he got up he felt as though he'd had a few too many cups of coffee, energy jumping around his body. He was sweating even before he arrived, and Phyrax's words echoed through his mind. He couldn't wait to find out if it was true.

He was so confident he upped his weight a bit, adding an extra 20 Kilos on the barbell before settling underneath it. The first rep was hard, much harder than he had expected, and his whole body strained and tensed with the effort of forcing the metal up. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his muscles screamed, but with a grunt and a heave he finally managed to push it up.

"One."

He was aiming for 5, but the second one seemed nowhere near as hard as the first. Yes he was still straining, but it was a comfortable strain now.

"Two."

"Three, four, five." The last three were almost too easy, as though he'd loaded the wrong weights, and he stared at the bar in confusion as he racked it. He could easily have gone for another five reps, hell another ten reps even. He gave a quick flex and was surprised to see his arms bulge outwards- even for a pump that was big. Bigger than before? He couldn't tell, but he was struggling to pay attention. Energy was still sprinting around his body, and he reached for the weights again.

Another 40 kilos, much more than he should have been able to lift, stacked ominously onto the bar. As he settled under and gripped again he grinned for a second before pushing. Once again it was immeasurably heavy, but right when he thought his muscles would fail, instead they simply didn't. They screamed and burned, but they held, and held, and after almost half a minute he somehow, impossibly, pushed the bar up. Joy flooded his mind but he didn't let up, bringing it back down again, marvelling at how much more manageable it was. After a few reps he was lifting it like it was nothing, cranking out reps faster than he could count, and he racked it once again and sat up.

This time the difference was noticeable. His arms were a few inches thicker, muscle distending his shirt where his chest had pushed out. He was thicker, meatier, but more than that. He felt stronger, much more than before. Ollie wasn't a fool, and he quickly realised the cause.

"It's the energy." He whispered to himself. The more he lifted, the more he grew, the stronger he got. He felt like laughing in joy at this revelation, at the realisation that all the strength and size he had dreamed of was his for the taking. All that held him back was willpower, the ability to endure the burn and emerge stronger, and Ollie had plenty of that. He’d once fantasised about being a weightlifting champion - for him it was never about looks, but rather sheer, intoxicating strength. He had dreamed about breaking records, about astonishing the world, and now that was suddenly an achievable reality. Still, questions grew in his head: how big would he get? Was there a limit?

Time to find out.

This time Ollie went all out with the weights. He stacked as much as physically possible onto the bar, even the massive 100 kilo discs that he needed to lug with both hands. Literally everything was piled on, too much to count, but when he stepped back and took stock, he had to chuckle. There must have been nearly 800 kilos on there, so much shaped steel that the metal bar itself was bending slightly at the edges due to the strain. It was a frankly insane amount of weight, and just the presence of it alone was making some of the other gym patrons stare. Those disbelieving looks only intensified when they saw Ollie, who was nowhere near the biggest fur in the room, settling underneath it. Not that the bull minded - let them stare, he thought, soon they'll be stares of amazement, gasps of disbelief, eyes wide with surprise. He would lift it anyway, no matter what they thought - of that there was no doubt. All it would take was time and willpower.

The moment he pushed he truly realised what a monumental weight it was. He couldn't even get it off the rack in the first place, the whole thing was just utterly immovable. But rather than scare him away, the enormity of the task made him grin and lick his lips, the thought of being able to lift it sending ecstatic pulses through his mind. This, heavy? This was pitiful, barely worthy of a true legend, this was nothing more than a warm-up - the real weight would come afterwards, and he couldn’t wait to get to it. The thought made him grin more as he pushed himself harder, and harder, and harder, until once again he was on that precipice, his body screaming for respite, begging him to stop. But he didn't, and as energy slowly seeped into his twitching muscles, he once again started to swell.

This time the growth was enough that Ollie could see it happening, and he watched in wonder as cords of new muscle wound themselves around his frame, as his back widened out behind him. Abs bulged on his frame even as his torso thickened, his chest heaving further and further out with every strained breath, and still he strained. His arms, which had initially quivered under the heavy weight, slowly lost their tremors until they were rock steady, the supporting muscles strengthening before the biceps and triceps swelled with power, each arm going from branch to trunk. Every delicious jet of strength gave him more to work with, and the feeling power flowing through him like electricity only made him want more. He was addicted, but instead of cocaine or heroin it was strength - but oh, how he craved it. Every extra kilogram of muscle made him want more, every extra Newton of force he fired upwards was an exercise in ecstasy. Strength was bliss, and the bull was well and truly hooked.

Ollie's attempt was attracting a crowd. The bull was a familiar figure around the gym, and many of them were shocked to see him lifting so much.

"Go on Ollie. Go on." Whispers flitted around, the others willing him onwards. None of them dared to spot such an enormous weight, but they all wanted him to succeed, to go where they could not. They needed him to succeed, to attain the power that he could earn, that he deserved. Every chant, every muttered encouragement, they all fed into the idea that he was the leader, he would redefine what they even thought possible. This was his power, and he needed it. He would take it. He could do it. HE WAS GOING TO DO IT. FUCKING DO IT!

“HRGHAAAAH!” The whispers morphed into shouts as finally Ollie lifted the bar off the rack, the thing immediately lowering to chest level, just enough force behind it to stop it crushing his chest.

"GAAAAAH!" Ollie yelled again as he forced himself to push harder and harder, past what he thought his body was capable of, thick spurts of muscle wrapping around his frame just when he was on the brink of failure. The bar wobbled slightly, and he was assaulted by cheers of encouragement as he swelled even larger, his body going straight through bodybuilder sizes and quickly approaching hulk proportions. Pecs like beach balls, biceps bigger than most guys' heads, his legs planted in the ground like thick telephone poles. Every muscle group strained with definition, the very fibres picked out in insane detail as he pushed at his limits, as he grew thicker and heavier with every breath. Every millisecond was an eternity of anabolic fire that signalled a surge of strength, countless pulses that merged into a river of power, coursing through him. He could still hear shouts and cheers, only now they were hopeful rather than encouraging - now they knew he could do it, and they were expecting him to deliver. Well Ollie wasn’t about to let them down now.

Slowly, quivering even with his burgeoning straight behind it, the bar began to lift. You could feel the tension in the air as the other lifters watched him, waited for him, prayed for him. Ollie by now was lost in a sea of effort, long past the pain by now - he was lucid, feeling every muscle strain and grow in perfect detail. Pushing the bar a few inches up exposed his biceps, which were absolutely titanic, like balloons stuffed under his fur. Unlike balloons though these were rock solid and glistening with sweat, any trembles fading as strength continued to pour into them. The pain was immense but odd, muscular fires being quenched by swells of bulk and power, only to restart again as the new fibres were stretched to their limit. It was an endless cycle of pain and pleasure, a tornado with Ollie caught in the middle, groaning constantly. In a few seconds he was holding it still, confidently, and for the first time he managed a grin around the strain. He could physically feel how much stronger he had gotten in the space of a few minutes, he could feel how he pressed harder into the bench underneath him, how the burning in his arms felt strange, muscles he had never experienced before already put under pressure. But enough messing about - he had a task after all.

"RAAAGH!" With a beastly grunt, much lower and more powerful than anyone had ever uttered before, Ollie pushed the bar up. The burning was unbelievable, his entire body screaming at him to stop, but he didn't listen. By now it was almost pleasurable - it was like the tightness one got after a good workout multiplied by a thousand, a tight burn that signified every muscle was working. Only for Ollie it signified every muscle was growing, and as a result he bathed in the feeling, he submerged himself in the burn and worked to feel it in every atom of his being. Instead of pain he felt raw power, he felt new muscles writhing and pumping all over him, and he put his faith in it. And after a few seconds his faith was rewarded as the bar went all the way up.

The gym immediately exploded into cheers, and a couple of lifters went to help him rack the weight again, but Ollie shook his head at them. The bar felt manageable in his hands now, and instead of racking it he went for another rep, much to the shock of everyone there. This time it felt like 80 kilos rather than 800, and it was simple to bring it down and back up again, like it was any other weight. Ollie was giddy at how easy it was now, and he went for more and more reps, pumping them out faster and faster, never tiring because the weight was simply not enough to challenge him anymore. But the elation disappeared as quickly as the challenge, especially once he realised his growth had slowed down. The burn had gone completely, and now Ollie was craving it once more. He needed to feel his body hit the limit and then surpass it, and that was nowhere near possible with this weight now. After 20 or so reps he grew bored, and in a move that made the whole room gasp he switched to one hand only. Even then it was still easy, and he sighed in disappointment at the weight he had thought was impossibly heavy but a few minutes ago. The only indication that the weight was not light was the fact that the metal bar was bending to each side, and the amazed silence around him. Still, he couldn’t help but feel slightly elated looking at the progress he had made, in all but a matter of minutes.

Finally he grew tired of lifting, and even though his body felt as fresh as when he entered, he racked the weight and sat up. He looked around and grinned.

"Good set, huh."

Everyone exploded into cheers and swarmed him, laughing and clapping him on the back. Their hands were like raindrops against his skin, little plinks rather than hard slaps, and Ollie laughed as he started to realise what it was like being this strong. And this was only the start - soon they would practically worship him. As he stood up he finally got a scale on how much he had grown - he stood a good half a foot taller than everyone around him, which meant he was well over 7ft tall, and he was ridiculously stacked. Muscles upon muscles, his whole frame heavy and thick with barely contained force. He could feel the way his power cut through the world, in the way friendly punches and slaps were like tickles, in the way he could lean into the ground and impress his immense weight into it. He felt solid in a world that wasn't, and it was an odd sensation, albeit an addicting one thanks to the sense of strength it lent him. Suddenly he realised - this was the same as the weight. When put up against resistance he grew stronger until he could get past it. He was still feeling resistance now, which meant…

Ollie grinned. This was nowhere near his limit. He could grow stronger until the earth itself was like air to his touch, until everything simply parted around him. In fact, as he flexed he realised there would always be resistance: the stronger he got, the stronger he could flex himself, and the more resistance his own body could offer up. His potential gains were limitless, and if that was the case then he would go further than nobody else had before. He grinned and flexed a bit at the thought of a bicep big enough to crush a galaxy, and the action pumped him up another few inches, torrents of strength throbbing through his body.

Had he been attuned to a slightly different dimensional plane, he would have felt himself tear the hole in reality ever so slightly wider.

Ollie was far from done. Having really kickstarted his growth, he was now getting stronger faster than he could test himself. He picked up a few of the machines, all 1000+ kilos of them, and though their shape made them awkward to hold he was pretty sure he could have juggled them if he wanted to. It was as though everything was filled with helium, as if he was the only concrete thing in a world made of wool. The dumbbell rack was the heaviest thing there, since it had the barbell weights on it as well, but even that was far too easy, 1500 kilos was not even enough to make him strain.

He went around the room and removed the weights from every machine, every dumbbell, everything he could get his hands on. He extracted every last kilogram of weight from the gym, leaving the machines themselves as courtesy to the other lifters. With every single weight in the gym stacked together, he picked it up and tried to squat with it. This was at least enough to bring a slight burn to his frame, but he hadn't even finished one rep when that burn disappeared, his strength soaring even in that brief time. After a couple of squats he had to stop himself launching the weights through the roof just for the fun of it. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough - he needed that burn again, he craved that tightness, that delicious effort. Still, he reasoned, what was the point of strength if you didn’t demonstrate it? Perhaps such a demonstration would quell his hunger.

"Alright, first one to move me gets a million!" Ollie didn't have a million, but what he did have was more strength than everyone else in the gym combined, and he knew it. He could feel it in the momentum his body carried, in the way his movements were sharp despite his titanic body. Even just looking at him you could tell, the bull was 8ft tall and an utter monster, his body three times as thick as the already large lifters there, and fifty times as hard. Every muscle was like fleshy steel, not giving an inch - rather than pure size, the cause of Ollie's strength was muscular density, many times greater than the others. If he had the same density as the rest of them he would have been many times his current size, but his might was compressed. In reality the other lifters had a snowball’s chance in hell of moving him, but he wanted to prove it, to show just how out of their depth they were. Not to embarrass them, but just to show off to himself more than anything. He had always been a sucker for strength domination, and now he was on the right end of it - the thought of forcing them to submit with nothing more than a gentle push had him grinning.

Pretty much everyone lined up to try. Some genuinely thought they stood a chance, though they quickly changed their minds when Ollie stopped their advances with a finger. Quite a few just wanted him to flex and show off, to feel those muscles twisting and writhing, and he was happy to flex for them, watching their faces light up as the placed hands on him and felt the heavy movements. After all, flexing made him grow again, and he wanted to see their reactions when they felt his muscles grow under their hands, forcing their fingers apart. A few wanted the honour of arm wrestling him, and the difference between their arms was obscene - the other lifters were far from twigs, but compared to the massive howitzers that Ollie was sporting it was like comparing straws to tree trunks. But as much as Ollie was enjoying his current size, he was not at the gym to have fun. He was at the gym to get bigger, and that was what he was going to do.

Fortunately he didn’t have to do much. If he’d been a little more attuned to matters of other dimensional planes, he might have noticed his burgeoning form widening the hole in reality, soaking in even more energy, ripping apart spacetime itself. But no, instead he simply smiled, enamoured with his own body and harbouring no intention whatsoever of stopping now. The growth was intoxicating, and Ollie was more than happy to let it continue for the unforseeable future. The larger he got, the more he pulled apart the reality hole, and the more energy flooded into his form, growing him further. The more energy flooded in, the more his body burned and swelled with strength, the more the bull wanted the growth, craved it, encouraged it with the heaviest weight he could find. It was an endless loop, and though Ollie knew none of this, he intended to ride it all the way out. Already he was thickening out just by standing there, his body sinking into the concrete slowly as energy filtered in.

It was too slow, far far too slow for his liking. These weights weren’t going to get him anywhere - he needed something more substantial. As he doubled in weight just by existing, an idea popped into his head.

The building was good-old fashioned brick and mortar, which meant that when he tried to get a good grip on it the brick simply crumbled like dry pastry in his fingers. He walked around the outside of it a bit, looking for a way to grab hold, but nothing presented itself. However, after a little bit of digging he managed to find the foundations, a solid slab of pure concrete anchoring the building into the ground, and this proved enough to get a good grip from which to lever the building up. Ollie had never lifted a building, and even at his strength he was expecting heavy resistance. But instead there was none, and he had to stop himself flinging the whole thing high into the air, such was the speed at which he levered it up. The movement of his body was like a screw turning - slow, methodic, unstoppable. An inevitable movement, impossible to slow down, simply moving forward with irresistible strength as he levered the building up and did and did a couple of presses with it over his head. He was so fantastically thick that the foundations couldn’t take several tons of weight on his hands, and he soon found himself inside the gym again - the whole thing had collapsed on top of him, and he had punched through the floor. He hadn’t even felt it - concrete parted like tissue paper, and were it not for the hole he would have never thought anything of the sort had happened. Invincibility seemed to be a side effect of strength - it made sense when he thought about it. When nothing offered resistance, what could possibly harm or even stop him? Not that he cared about going anywhere in particular - it just meant there was nothing to stop his growth anymore, nothing that could stand up to him and prevent him from achieving his destiny.

He had to flex, he just had to. You don’t just lift a building and not strike a pose, and the one that Ollie settled on was a bicep flex that could have crushed a diamond into dust, one that would have made every bodybuilder on the planet not just retire but hang themselves in pure shame. It was a flex to end all flexes, and it felt like one too - the way his arms were forced to obtuse angles by the sheer amount of muscle firing upwards, the absolute solidness of his entire body cutting through the air with horrendously excessive power, like a cleaver through warm butter. It was a flex that showed him just how thick he was, how unstoppably powerful, how impossibly strong. He was a titan, a juggernaut of pure might, a being of power unheard of on this fragile planet. On this fragile everything - he felt like the only solid thing in a universe of cotton and paper. He was quite literally harder and stronger than anything else in existence, and he knew it with the certainty and confidence of one who knows their power, who understands what they were capable of, right down to the last kilogram of lifted weight.

It was odd seeing insanely hard muscles fight for space, veins like steel pipes pumping on the surface as his body steamed with power, strength burning off him. One could literally feel the strength from a few paces away, in the way the world bent towards Ollie, like he was ever so slightly magnetic. In fact the world was bending towards him. The growth was much faster now, the energy loop accelerating exponentially, and somehow Ollie’s body could take it, absorb the energy, grow thicker, stronger, harder, BIGGER.
For a while Ollie simply stood and bathed in sensation. He could literally feel himself growing in strength with every breath, each inhalation a little bit deeper as his chest thickened out, his feet sinking into the ground as his weight doubled, then tripled, his body packing on dense knots of muscle like cannonballs, punching their way through his frame. It felt like molten concrete flowing through his veins, a hot, thick liquid that made every muscle tighten on contact, a constricting feeling that he put down to the sensation but was in fact his body bulking up, enormous muscles restricting his flexibility a little bit. What felt strangest was the scale of the growth, for the exponential nature meant that every second was stronger than the last, and simply by standing there he was rapidly growing far stronger than he could conceive of. This level of strength was so utterly alien it was unreal: Ollie pushed his hand into the ground, astounded at the complete lack of resistance, like it was made of cotton candy. He noticed a distinct lack of feeling around his body, and it took a few pokes to realise that everything was still working, rather nothing earthly was making an impact anymore.

He needed to do something. All this strength was intoxicating, but simply letting it build up wasn’t his style. After all, what was the point of having this body if he wasn’t going to put it to the test? At only 13 feet tall it was a struggle to find something to challenge his strength, and while walking through solid rock proved to be an interesting experience, it failed to provide any form of challenge. He wondered what exactly he even could lift at this rate, as anything he tried was instantly overcome, but anything that triggered the burn would grow him. If nothing on the planet would do, then perhaps the planet itself would substitute. So, with nothing else left to do, he dug his hands into the ground and tried to lift it.

Now what Ollie didn’t realise was that he was a lot heavier than he thought. His presence was like a marble on a sheet of paper, a solid mass of bulk that weighed down the world around him, and in fact he was so heavy that he was tilting the tectonic plate he was standing on. Thus when he strained to lift the ground, he didn’t notice the entirety of this tectonic plate creak and snap, then wobble. Harder and harder he pulled, forcing his body to work, enjoying the feeling of blood blasting through his veins as he gave it everything. The ground tilted, cracks shearing through the surface as he slowly levered the entire thing up, lava dripping from the bottom like molten glue. God it felt amazing, feeling the planet itself bend and quiver to his force, knowing that he could literally reshape the world with sheer effort. And that was not to mention the feeling of his strength soaring once again, the billion-ton slab of earth in his hands feeling lighter with every second.
Finally he let it drop with an earth-shattering crack, the impact causing earthquakes across the planet, the entire orb trembling with the force as he nonchalantly tossed a sixth of the planet around like a small toy. Grinning, he looked at the ground, then leaned down. Gently, almost delicately, he positioned his hand above the ground and gave it a flick.
The impact reverberated through the planet, magnitude 10 earthquakes bouncing from pole to pole as the entire planet shook with the force of the impact. It wasn’t just the force, but also the tiny point of impact - it was so much pressure on one spot that it quite literally knocked the planet out of orbit, jolting it several million miles to the side as the force blasted into it. He watched in wonder as chunks of rock destabilised, the tectonic plates all lifting and falling as the planet roiled. He once again picked up the tectonic plate he had been lifting before, only this time it was like picking up a feather - there was no resistance, none at all, and it looked almost comical. He waved it around at a speed that defied logic, only possible through strength, and after a few seconds he hefted it in one hand, aiming it upwards. His target was the orb in the sky, just visible in the faint daylight - the moon, innocent and whole.

Not for much longer.

With a grunt and a thick heave, Ollie hurled the tectonic plate at the moon. He half expected the thing to just float around with how light it was, but no, it shot upwards at supersonic speed, reaching the moon in a matter of milliseconds thanks to the force it was thrown with. Ollie felt the impact before he saw it, a wave of vibration akin to a nuclear bomb, though what he didn't realise was that his impromptu missile had the energy of over a trillion nuclear bombs. The moon didn’t just crack, it exploded into a massive cloud of rock like a firework, chunks simply spinning off into space as it ceased to exist. Ollie expected to feel regret at his utter destruction of the celestial body, but all he felt was surprise at how easy it was. At how fragile the world was. And most of all, at how it was all this easy when he was so, so far from done.

There was one thing he had to try, before he got too strong. He could already feel himself sinking into the ground with alarming ease, and he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he became too dense to stand on the planet and simply sank through it. It was a goner, he knew that, but if it was going anyway then he was going to send it out with a bang. A few of the original lifters had been watching his feats of strength with a mixture of awe and terror, and Ollie turned to them. Without the planet they would die anyway, and judging by his surroundings Earth wasn’t going to work for much longer. With a grin spreading his face, he gestured at one of them to lie down, and he did so (albeit apprehensively).

Now Ollie had always been a wrestling fan, and had always harboured dreams of appearing in that hallowed ring. So it was no coincidence that the move he chose to end the earth with was an elbow drop like no other. The impact was utterly cataclysmic, the earth cracking like an egg, little pieces blasting off as the bull delivered the final blow to the planet. It was so strong that he even shattered the solid metal orb at the core of the planet, cooling metal taking on long, thin shapes as it streaked outwards and cooled. At the heart of it all floated Ollie, still getting stronger and marvelling at the fragility of the planet. Still, the call of more strength overcame his curiosity, and there were still other ones to play with.

He took some time playing with the rest of the solar system. Mercury was light, like a tennis ball, and so he threw it clean through Jupiter, the celestial body like a laser as it approached the speed of light. It was hard to even interact with them anymore, for grasping them was like grappling with air, solid rock and compressed diamond like smoke around his fingers, so weak as to be intangible. Poor Mars was crushed like a soda can, making a satisfying sound as he crunched it into a hand-sized ball, an action that was as difficult as breathing for him.

Soon though it became a struggle to even stay in the reality. Nothing of his density could simply sit in the universe and not invoke the consequences, and as he watched he could feel the entire reality begin to converge towards him. Planets approached his body, crushing themselves onto him, shrinking into nuggets of compressed dust and then further still. Stars flared as if in panic, compressing into pinpoints of unbelievable energy that still submitted to Ollie’s energy-swollen body. He wasn't getting larger, but his sheer power was forcing this fragile reality to shrink and warp. All the while he sat and bathed in sensation, the soft massages of countless worlds, the gentle warming of suns, the slight pulling sensations of black holes. He was the literal center of the universe, everything pulled into him, only getting thicker and stronger. Even now the growth was exponential, every gain larger than the last, every billion galaxies worth of strength doubled, then tripled, over and over again.

Eventually reality could take no more. Like old wallpaper peeled from the wall, the edges of reality came loose and folded inwards, unable to resist the gravitic power of Ollie’s 20ft form, and quickly the rest of reality followed suit, crumpling like paper beneath his sheer, incomparable force. He was so powerful that his mere presence marred reality, and as he sat in his own pocket of space wrapped around him like a skin, he gave a triumphant flex, muscles exploding larger than entire universes simply by existing, not even at the limit of their true strength. Truth be told it felt nice, to just let the reality soak in like a warm bath, and he floated around for a bit before sensing more energy. Countless universes ready to be dominated, all but a simple step away. Already the borders were beginning to crumple from his presence, time and physics warping as sheer power bent the rules out of shape. With a grin he began his journey outwards.

*

“You’re actually an idiot.”

Prexis laughed, though it was a stressed sound. “Alright, I know this looks bad -”

“You literally created an extinction-level event!” Phyrax was dumbfounded at his friend’s shrug.

“The council will stop him eventually.”

“For god’s sake Prexis, he’s powerful enough to fold reality. Not just warp it, but literally fold it. Do you have any idea of the kind of force needed to do that? It’s several universes worth of energy, you incompetent twat! And you think the council can stop that? You think anything can stop that?”

Prexis shuffled awkwardly. “Well on the plus side, the hole is gone.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch you. Alright come on, we might not be able to stop him but we can at least direct him to some of the more problematic realities.” Phyrax materialised a portal, and the two of them stepped through to reason with a being that made gods wet their pants. They thought they could reason with him, that they could slow the growth with offerings and words. That eventually they would convince the bull that he was big enough.

They were very, VERY wrong.