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Mike Thurston Muscle-Building Tips
🕑 Added 2020-01-09 01:33:38 +0000 UTC[6 Word "You Call It" Request: Mike Thurston Shrunk to 3 Feet]
[Shrinking, Bodybuilders]
Mike Thurston Muscle-Building Tips
Grocery Store Edition
[Livestream starts: it’s Mike in a tight tank top standing in the “Health and Wellness” aisle at a grocery store. He’s only as tall as the third shelf. He’s got two brightly colored supplement bottles in his hands.]
“Hey all, this is Mike Thurston here at my local grocery store to show you which nutritional supplements can maximize your muscle-building. Since rest is the most important part of the day, I’m going to focus on these ZMA products--they contain Zinc, Magnesium Aspartate and Vitamin B6.”
[A shadow falls over Mike from the right side of frame; someone’s clearly standing there, and, compared to Mike, the person seems BIG.]
“Now if you’re going to your local grocer, you have to make sure you’re not getting a supplement with imitation ingredients. So these two brands here, price-wise…”
[A big leg steps into frame, so close to the camera it’s a little blurry. The person’s head is high out of the view of the camera.]
“Excuse me mate, I’m just recording a little Youtube video here…”
[The person’s voice is deep and growling.] “Look at you, little cutie! All those big muscles but you’re an itty-bitty thing. You’re smaller than my dick!”
[Mike clears his throat and straightens to his full height; shoulders back, staring up at the intruder.] “Excuse me, sir, but I’m three feet tall, and I find it hard to believe your… manhood… is bigger than three feet, especially since those are some pretty tight jeans…”
[The intruder leans over; his bearded face is just visible in frame. He pokes Mike in his muscled chest a few times.] “Look at that, rock-hard! Looks like a little mosquito bite though. How much you bench, little muscle man?”
[The man’s pokes are increasing in intensity; Mike is nearly knocked off his feet. He tries to steel himself up to stay standing but it gets harder each time.] “I don’t… max out, sir… it’s not… important in… bodybuilding… hey, quit that! Come on, sir, I’m trying to film something here!”
[The man snatches the bottles out of Mike’s hands. He stands up, once again out of frame except his jeans-clad legs.] “What you got here? These things make your muscles bigger? Or did they shrink you down to half-size?”
[Mike leaps for the bottles, which the man holds just out of reach.] “Give me those back! They’re… just for… improving rest. I’d be happy to answer your questions off camera if you would just…”
[The man’s hand covers Mike’s head, holding him to the ground, while Mike struggles to wriggle free and grab the supplements.] “Tell me how you got so small, runt! I’ve got a steakhead neighbor with biceps for brains who I want to shrink down to your size.”
[The man’s hand grabs Mike by his tight tank top and lifts him up and out of frame. Mike’s shoes are the only things visible as he alternately kicks or dangles helplessly. Mike groans out his response.] “It’s a… progressive condition caused by… a combination airborne illness and a genetic susceptibility…”
[The man, still holding Mike, walks over to the camera.] “This your phone, little guy? This how you’re making your videos?” [The camera turns and reveals him. He’s a skinny man with tattoos on his neck. He’s missing a front tooth and has a lazy eye. He grins into the camera, then points it at his dangling captive, the powerfully built but half-sized Mike.] “Smile for the camera, little guy!”
[Visible on-camera in the aisle beyond Mike is an elderly gentleman wearing the grocery store’s uniform. The man drops Mike to the ground and then points at the approaching gentleman. He’s a stocky man with coke-bottle glasses he’s squinting through, clearly having a hard time seeing anyway.] “What’s going on over here, you too? This your son, sir? [He points at Mike.] “He acting up?”
[The man points the camera up at his grinning face, eyes wide with possibility, then down at Mike, who’s looking up at the two larger gentlemen with a look of panic.] “This kid’s lost. I don’t think he can find his parents. Probably needs to be brought up front so they can be paged.”
[Mike takes a step back.] “I’m not a kid! I’m a full-grown man! I--”
[The grocery employee grabs Mike by the arm and wrenches him away.] “Your parents are probably worried sick, little boy! Come with me, we’ll get this all squared away.” [He drags Mike, who continues to protest in the high-pitched voice his shrunken vocal chords create, but the employee isn’t listening.]
[Skinny man grins into the camera, which then goes black.]
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Mike Thurston Muscle-Building Tips
Workout Edition
[Stream starts at a gym. The camera is in selfie-mode, Mike is standing next to a water fountain, his head barely reaching the spout. People are walking by behind him, but none of their heads are visible in the shot.]
“Hi all, this is Mike here at Gold’s Gym in Vegas. We’re here to train with big Craig Golias to prove that even though I may not stand so tall anymore, I can still train with the big boys! And along the way I’ll be giving important tips so you can maximize--”
[The camera twists and turns; someone has grabbed the phone out of Mike’s hand. It finally points upward at the wide pec shelf of Craig Golias; his goofy face grins down over the expansive rack of chest muscle. His black tank top, hugging his ballooning muscles tightly, is soaked with sweat.]
“Hey there, folks! I’ve got a question for YOU!” [He bounces his pecs a few times.] “Hey Mike Thurston, are YOU even HUGE BRO?” [He points the camera down at Mike, who’s standing in the big shadow cast by Craig’s large body. He grimaces back, then reaches up meekly to take the camera back. Craig jerks it away, then turns it back on himself while he crouches down.] “Check it out, folks! I’m kneeling and he doesn’t even come up to my shoulder!” [Craig holds his hand on the top of Mike’s head, then draws a line to himself to show how small Mike is. He keeps turning the camera back on his own grinning face, then back at Mike, who’s fuming.] “I’m just kidding little man. But I better hold the camera. I’ve got a way better vantage point up here.”
[Mike cricks his neck and tries to recompose himself.] “Okay, so… should we warm up first? What are we training?” [He puffs up his chest and tries to stand so his own muscular development is on display.] “How about a big back day?” [He spreads his lats. Off-camera, Craig laughs.]
“Bro, first thing you’re gonna do is hop on my back and ride me around like Yoda!” [Mike’s mouth is a straight line as he stares up at Craig.] “I’m not joking, bro! Hop on!” [Craig’s big hand hoists Mike off the ground and out of the camera’s view. The air is knocked out of Mike as he roughly lands off-camera, but Craig flips the view around to show his thickly muscled head with Mike barely able to get his arms around Craig’s big neck and shoulders.]
“Craig, are you serious?” [Mike looks around nervously. People are starting to gather.] “I thought we were going to seriously train?”
“Oh we are going to train, little man! Hold on tight! Time for me to do some cardio!” [The camera bounces as Craig takes off in a sprint. Mike clings on for dear life, bouncing like he’s riding a wild bronco. The gym whizzes by in a blur, but occasionally Craig, who’s hooting and hollering the whole time, stops to show a gym member pointing and laughing or staring wide-eyed at the spectacle.]
[The camera points at a rapidly approaching door marked “Locker Room” which Craig barrels through. He skids to a stop. The camera then turns toward the floor, where Mike is roughly dropped. Mike falls to his hands and knees, wheezing and trying to stay standing, while the camera thuds away from Mike to finally settle on the bathroom counter. Craig’s hulking frame waddles into view, where he hits a few obligatory most muscular poses before turning around and locking the bathroom door.]
“All right, Thurston fans!” [Craig is speaking directly to the camera, stepping in front of Mike. The little bodybuilder is barely visible beyond Craig’s massive frame.] “We’re going to play a little game of ‘Who Wore It Best?’ Little Mike and I are going to hit some poses, but just to even the odds, we’re going to do it in my clothes.” [Craig hits a double bi, then spreads his lats so wide they fill up the whole frame. He hits a side-chest--he’s barely able to hold his hands together, his chest is so wide--and then struggles to yank off his shirt with one hand. When it’s finally off, he tosses it to Mike. It covers the little bodybuilder entirely.]
[Struggling to free himself from the sweat-heavy garment, Mike finally emerges from the neck hole. It’s clear that with tent poles, he could probably sleep comfortably in the tank top. None of Mike’s body is visible except his head and hands. He looks nervously up at Craig, who’s out of view of the camera now but still casting a massive shadow over the runty bodybuilder. Mike hits a double bi, then a lat spread, then a side-chest. He stumbles around in the huge tank top between poses.]
“Okay, now, are we done?” [Mike’s eyes go wide, then a huge pair of shorts flop over him, knocking to the ground. As soon as he makes his way free from the huge shorts, a jockstrap covers his whole head and causes him to topple backwards.]
[The camera spins wildly before coming to rest on the floor, pointed at the ceiling. Only Craig’s upper body is visible, but it’s clear he’s adjusting his own manhood out of frame while giving the camera a sneer.] “C’mon, Mike! I thought you were huge, bro? Let’s go take a shower, little buddy. No chance any of the water is gonna get past my big old back, though. You’ll have to wash with whatever soap runs off me!” [The camera bounces as Craig’s massive body thuds toward it. As he grabs it, the feed goes dead.]
Mike Thurston Muscle-Building Tips
Fashion Edition
[When the feed goes live, the camera is pointed at Mike, who’s wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. To his right are two muscular legs clad in tight blue spandex with a substantial bulge clearly outlined.]
“Hi all, this is Mike Thurston here with Davy Barnes, here to talk to you about how to look good if you’ve got a large athletic build!”
[The legs in blue tights bend and Davy’s blonde, prettyboy face and bare muscular torso lower into frame. He smiles and winks at the camera.] “Funny you should say that, Mike, because there’s nothing large about you, little guy!” [Davy gives Mike a rough shove which knocks the little bodybuilder off his feet.]
“Ooof… geez, man… I… Okay, basically, I wanted to talk about what it’s like to have broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and big developed legs, and how hard it is to buy clothes for a body-type like that.”
[Davy rolls his eyes, then stands up to full height. He bends at the waist so he’s looming over Mike, casting a shadow over him.] “Oh yeah? Let’s talk about how hard it is to buy men’s clothing when all you fit in is baby gap, hunh buddy?”
[Mike takes a step backwards.] “Hey, c’mon, Davy! You said you’d go easy, man! Let’s just do a straight-up video!”
[Davy reaches out and lifts Mike up and out of frame.] “Let’s take a look at that nice little polo shirt you’re wearing, mini-me!” [Mike groans and his legs kick as he struggles out of frame. Then he drops to the ground, shirtless.] “Hey, man, give me that back!”
[Davy crouches back into the frame, holding the tiny shirt up against his body.] “Look at this! You actually had this tailored to fit your weird body.” [The shirt just covers one of Davy’s pecs. He draws a line with his finger down the side.] “It’s actually tapered to fit your shoulders and waist. Can’t buy this at a kid’s clothing store! And they don’t sell it at the local ‘Short And Puny’ outlet either. I was going to try this on, but there’s no way I can even get it over my head! Let’s see if I can fit a leg inside it.”
[Mike struggles to get his shirt back while Davy easily holds him at bay with one hand. Meanwhile, he shoves his leg into it. It bursts through the leg hole and gets caught on Davy’s mid-quad.] “Look at this, Mike! My quad is… is even… bigger than… your… waist…” [Davy pauses, putting a hand to his forehead. He drops to his knees, holds his hands over his face and swoons, all of which causes Mike’s polo shirt to tear to shreds around his thick flexing leg.]
[Mike approaches Davy slowly, still visibly angry but seeming concerned.] “You okay man? What’s wrong?”
[Davy falls forward into a push-up position.] “Feel… so fucking weak… whole body… is… tingling…” [Davy’s eyes suddenly go wide as his body starts to compress in on itself. It looks like a camera trick, but seconds later, after a loud POP sound, Davy has disappeared from frame.]
[Mike approaches the camera, lifts it and turns it to Davy’s blue tights on the floor. There’s a wriggling little lump in them. Something is inside, struggling to get out.] “Well, Davy, I have some bad news for you. It appears you’ve got a genetic susceptibility to the shrinking virus that made me this small. And what’s worse, it looks like you’ve got a far more extreme reaction than I had!” [Mike reaches down and yanks the tights up and out of the camera frame. As the wriggling lump rolls out, it makes tiny chipmunky squeaks and cries before landing on the floor with a shrill grunt.]
[The little lump is Davy, now about six inches tall and naked, standing in the shadow cast by Mike’s body. Covering his manhood, Davy looks up at the camera. He speaks but he’s so small and close to the ground, it’s barely audible.]
“Honestly, Davy, I think buying clothes just became a much bigger issue for you!”
[Mike’s hand reaches for Davy, who starts to run but can’t escape Mike’s approaching grip. The camera goes black.]
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Mike Thurston Muscle-Building Tips
Anti-Bullying Edition
[Livestream begins and Mike is standing next to a table with a dollhouse on it.]
“Hi, all! Sorry I haven’t posted anything in awhile. I’ve just been busy helping a friend adjust to his new situation. As you know, I’m one of the first to be overcome by this shrinking virus, so this channel will start to focus more on advocacy for this afflicted with it. But today we’re going to be talking about how dangerous bullying can be. And we’ll be talking to someone who knows firsthand.”
[Mike reaches up and opens the dollhouse. Standing in it, wearing a scrap of cloth fashioned around his tiny body like a toga, is Davy.]
“Say hello to my subscribers, Davy!”
[Davy sheepishly waves as Mike’s hand snatches him from the dollhouse, eliciting a loud SQUEAK from the action-figure sized brute. Davy grips Mike’s hand tightly, fearful of falling. Mike holds little Davy to his chest. Davy clings to Mike’s rock-hard pec, nervously avoiding the edge of Mike’s hand and the long drop beyond it.]
