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2 years after the events in the Chamber of Steroids, Harry Spotter is looking very swole. Weighing a delightful 250kgs, every single part of his body is pumped. Except for, that is, his testicles. Indeed, Harry forgot his PCT, and is now suffering the consequences. His nipples are swollen (and not in the good way), his forehead is stretched, and his acne has reached a severe stage. But, not even this could get Harry down as he admired his gains in the mirror. Ron Weedy, Harry’s beta best friend came over later that day. He said he had a surprise for Harry. Expecting a tub of creatine, Harry licked his lips as he imagined the water retention. Ron told him to hold on to a magic tub of BCAA powder, which was a prot-key. This transported Harry, much to his horror, to the Crossfit World Cup, sponsored by Gaspari nutrition. A dark cloud of rage filled Harry’s mind. He began to heave at the sight of all the crossfitters around him, feeling sick to his stomach. Ron was his friend however, and he knew he must contain his rage. Before long, Harry is introduced to Legdric Digory, a crossfit champion. Legdric’s lack of juicy mass agitates Harry, but he manages to hold himself together, until that is, Legdric says to Harry “You should do crossfit, we represent elite fitness. I post about it on my facebook all the time”. Harry turns deep red with rage. He utters a roar and snatches the nearest barbell up. Using it as a javelin, he impales Legdric.. Turning around, he spys two crossfitters squatting in the curl rack. Again he feels warm tren course through him. Grabbing 2 plates off the floor, he launches them like discuses towards the offending individuals. The plates make short work of their genetically weak necks, and their heads roll. Harry storms on, full roid rage activated. He picks up a Gaspari representative, and engulfs his head whole, enjoying the protein boost. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spies some crossfitters trying to scale a rope. “What is this horseshit!?” bellows Harry, charging over. With one powerful tug, he brings the rope crashing down, before using a EZ bar to beat the climbers to a pulp. He fills his spare shaker with this, as you never know when you may need to supplement your macros. Harry spreads his lats like a giant cobra, and all others cower at his alpha might. His uncle, Sirius Back watched, mirin Harry’s development- we all know where those giant trap genetics came from. Finally, Harry sees something which makes his blood boil. Something so utterly disgraceful he sheds an anabolic tear. Someone is deadlifting on the smith machine. Harry has never seen this horror before- such acts were never tolerated with Uncle Curlsley. He considers sprinting over, but remembers he cannot spare the calories, so opts for a fast walk. The terrified user pleads with Harry “Im just trying to avoid injury!”. Harry shakes his head, before deadlifting the entire rack, with its occupant, and throwing it over the edge of the cliff on which the tournament was taking place. He breathed a sigh of relief. There would be no crossfit world cup for another year, and it was rapidly approaching winter. Harry, after all, relished the bulk. As he left, he picked up the Goblet of Gaspari Whey and emptied its contents onto the ground, so that no-one would ever have to drink it. Another day in the life of an Alpha, he reckoned, as he took hopped in his hummer, and drove away while Ginny slobbed his knob.
