I stand on the stage, surrounded on all sides in the circular hall. The audience looks down from the rising tiers of seating, their eyes on me.
They whisper and mutter amongst themselves as I slowly turn, taking in the room. It is time to begin.
I begin to flex my muscles before the crowd. All of them. Every muscle I can muster. The crowd "ooo's" and "ahh's" appropriately.
I flex harder. My muscles tightening and constricting as my body trembles with force.
I flex harder, My skin turning pink as I begin to sweat and flex harder still.
I feel the lactic acid building up, burning as my body screams for me to stop. But I can't stop.
Not now. Not yet.
The audience gasps as I let out the slightest of grunts as the fibers of my muscles begin to split and fray, yet still I must endure.
The temperature in the theater begins to rise as I exude heat. The air around me begins to ripple and wave as my skin shifts to red.
Harder still do I flex as I slowly begin to collapse in on myself. Nearing a state of total flex.
I soon begin to emit light as I flex myself harder and tighter. I soon gain the brilliant luminance of a stellar body. The crowd is literally blinded by the spectacle and begin to scream.
They can't see the dark spot begin to grow in the star heart that I have become. The ultimate state of transcendent flex.
The flex singularity grows until it encompasses where my old mortal form once stood. A great beam of energy bursts out, through the roof, and splits the sky.
In a chorus of panicked screams, people in the audience begin to burst from the sheer pressure I now exude.
Soon I begin to grow, pulling all matter around me, adding to the flex. Nothing is able to escape my pull, save for my primal roar.
My cries spread far and wide, a warning to all as they will soon become one with the flex. And become one they do as I grow larger and larger. Consuming the planet at a shocking rate.
Soon the planet is no more, my flex has consumed it. I float there, in the vacuum of space. I test my flex, I pull in the Moon and grow ever more.
I begin to flex on gravity, nay, physics itself. I consume the other planets, and then our own mother star. But it isn't enough.
I shall travel the cosmos. Consuming. Growing. Flexing ever harder. I will bend the very universe around me.
I will draw in everything. And eventually I will release the flex. And I will create the universe anew.
But that is not my true goal. No my goal comes right before. When I have taken in all that is and was. When I am truly everything. That is when I will do the true flex.
In that brief moment before I disseminate myself into a new existence...