Suddenly, we find ourselves in a gym. All around us are weights and dumbbells, exercise benches everything needed to muscle up.
I see my sister lifting dumbbells, as if they only weigh an ounce, and the amazing thing is she is smiling. Wow! Maybe my mother had a good idea.
I feel like my workout clothes are getting tighter every moment and look down at my body. Huge muscles are straining at the fabric and I'm afraid it's going to rip, but I can't stop lifting the weights.
I hear a series of pops and look over at my mother. Muscles are popping up all over her, she looks like a real bodybuilder. She smiles at me me, but I can see an anxious look in her eyes. Spandex can only stretch so far and hers is at its limit. I can hear the fabric beginning to tear. There is not an ounce of fat on her, just massive muscle.
My sister is having a similar problem and I'm starting to feel like the Incredible Hulk.
'Mom"' I call to her, "this is fun ,but I really think we have to stop. Do you have the stone?"
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