“I’d like to use the machine,” said a short, overweight girl with a round pretty face. She was wearing a loose, faded blue t-shirt with the words, “Homebodies R Me”.
“Sharon!” Louis said. “Not you!”
“Why not? Why can’t I be strong and beautiful like Cassie?” she whined, glaring at Louis.
“Because you are a loser and a dog,” Rob explained to Louis's laughter.
“Hey, no way to talk! That’s no reason! No reason at all. That’s what we’re here for. How many units do you want?” the salesman said, leaning down toward her.
“Um, I have ten dollars, so that’s ten units right?”
“Right you are! The young lady’s decisive, and a math genius to boot! Step right in!”
She turned and smirked at Rob and Louis and disappeared inside.
“We’ll see how much she grows and then we’ll know how much to spend,” Rob whispered to Louis.
"She'll be even more of a dog if she gets muscles," Louis whispered back.
A loud ding sounded and the door opened. Sharon stepped out. The fat around her waist had vanished, replaced by rock-hard abdominals, larger and firmer breasts and a bubble butt. Instead of flabby arms she had firmly toned biceps, with more than a hint of vascularity. She was also 9 inches taller, standing half a head above Rob and Louis. Her t-shirt was electric blue, molded to her chest while leaving her waist bare, and the words, stretched across her bust, said, “Hot bodies are hard (4U) to get.” She looked down at Rob and Louis and patted them on the head. “Wimpy little losers!” she smirked.
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