Beast Boy opened his eyes as light enveloped his sleeping face. -grumble- "Man, I forgot to close the blinds last night," a weary-eyed Beast Boy exclaimed to no one in particular. He looked down at his scrawny, frail frame. Beast Boy was always accepting of himself, but there were insecurities that lied deep within his heart: his lack of height, (which of course wouldn't win him Bachelor of the Year), and the absence of muscle; and who would by imtiminated by such a weakling? Sure, he knew anyone would give anything to become any animal they wanted, but when he used his powers so much, it just got tiring...

Beast Boy shuffled down the long, dark hallway. "Good morning Beast Boy! Care for some of my home-made glorfnog?" cried a cheery Starfire. Beast Boy made a gurgling sound in his throat. "Star, I'd rather chew my own toenails off!" said Beast Boy. "Don't you already do-" Starfire's voice trailed off as he took off to another part of the tower. "454...455...456; that's a new record!" he heard Robin exclaim. "Booyeah, you can't beat The Cy if ya tried!" cried a happy Cyborg. "Whatchya guys doin'?" asked Beast Boy. "Oh, Cyborg's on the weights, as usual, and he needed a spotter," shrugged Robin. "Look at Cyborg, Beast Boy thought, no one would never mess with him in a dark alley." Beast Boy told them he'd be off for walk, he walked out of the weight room. Robin looked up and was suddenly worried. Whenever Beast Boy went for a walk, he always had something on his mind...

Beast Boy wandered the streets of downtown Jump City, knowing that thinking about change wasn't going to make it happen. He approached the rough section of town; dirty, run-down buildings with years-old graffiti. He wondered if he'd actually want trouble to come up to his face; he needed a punching bag to get this overwhelming agression out. One building, however, looked strangely different from the others. Lights were on and it looked as if someone was home. Beast Boy walked closer and found the building was open, by a sign that exclaimed, "Yes! We Are Open!". He examined the door, that read, "Witkins Labs - Serving Your Biochemical Needs 24/7!" "Dude, what a weird slogan," thought Beast Boy. With curiousity taking over, Beast Boy opened the door and went inside...

"Hello young man. How may I help you?" grinned a smiling, gray-haired man. He face of newly-acquired wrinkles made him seem in his 60s. "Uh, I read your sign so I thought maybe..." Beast Boy trailed off in nervousness. "....that I could help you," finished the old man. "Yeah, uh, so can you?" asked Beast Boy. "Sure, sure... my prices are reasonable. But first, what is it that you need son?" questioned Witkin. "Well, I guess... I guess I'm looking for something that will, uh, increase my muscle mass; something that wouldn't make me look so puny." stated Beast Boy. "Aha, not a problem. That is definitely an easy formula to make. Now, as for the price... I'm asking 10 dollars for this one." said Witkin. "Welll..." Beast Boy dug his hands into his pockets. "Yup, here we go." He slipped the ten into the doctor's hand. "So, how does this work?" "Simple, explained Witkin, "I will administer the forumla via shot, and the effects should start to work almost immediately." Beast Boy still did not trust this weird doctor, but at this point it would be just plain stupid to refuse such a good offer. The doctor wrapped a rubber band around Beast Boy's thin upper arm. "Now, I should warn you; there are side effects to this: I have seen cases of rage develop over a short period after this solution has been given. "No sweat, said Beast Boy, "I'm mellow fellow." "Alright, here we go," said the doctor as he inserted the neddle to push the tube down. A sharp prick and the doctor slipped it out of his skin...

Suddenly, Beast Boy felt pain beyond anything he'd ever encountered before. His entire body became a siren of hurt, and he fell in a slump next to the doctor. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" cried Beast Boy. "Relax, son!", exclamied the doctor, "the formula is working!" As if on cue, Beast Boy felt his skinny body begin to grow. His shirt began to feel tighter and tighter and felt the seams begin to rip. His arms and legs began to swell, then pop up with muscle. His biceps began to rise and his entire arms began to double in size. His body grew several inches and then feet and he felt as if the world was falling down. His chest grew into hard pecorals and his abs hardened to a six-pack. Finally, the pain stopped, and he inspected himself closely. He had gone from about 4' 11" to a 7' foot monster. His slim body had become immensely powerful... and that was exactly the emotion he felt is his brain: power. "Dude, it worked! Thank you so much Dr. Witkin!" Beast Boy stated and noticed his high-pitched whiny voice had become strong and loud. "My pleasure, now go enjoy your new life; you have been REBORN." said the doctor, and Beast Boy noticed the doctor had a grin that was just a little TOO happy. But being excited as he was, he left the building and began his walk back to the Tower...

Robin, Cyborg, Raven and Starfire sat watching an 80s movie on TV when they heard the sliding doors open. They gave full attention to the monster that stood before them. "Titans, move!" cried Robin. They began to go towards the figure when Beast Boy exclaimed, "Stop, it's me! Beast Boy!" The world seemed to freeze in time. "You're not Beast Boy," said an angered Robin. "Yeah, I am... OK, if I wasn't Beast Boy, then how would I know Raven hates my jokes and Cyborg beat my high score on F-Zero?" The rest of the team looked at him in wonder, then jaws were dropped to the floor. "BB, how'd you get that ripped?" asked Cyborg. "I've just been using the good ol'-fashioned way of excerise and good dieting... hehe," said Beast Boy. Raven looked at Beast Boy and felt a rush of attraction, more than she had ever felt before...