Within moments of taking center stage, I could feel the gas filling my body like a muscle balloon. My face, my neck, my chest, I was growing thicker by the second. The image of my predecessor and his incredible size ran through my mind over and over again. At some point in my swelling, my shaft managed to free itself from its hammock, growing long and thick enough to peak back into view despite my bulging chest. My shame throbbed and drooled in front of the audience, my heart began to flutter. Hundreds of eyes expecting a show, and I was all too willing now to put on the best -and biggest- they’d ever seen.