Tossing all the potential ideas back and forth in his head, Chris finally came to the conclusion that Reno hasn’t once failed him yet. Why would he let him down now? Besides, if Reno were to suddenly jump ship now, Chris could easily just mop the floor with him in court. He had the richest lawyers backing his corner, Chris would be feared in a legal battle… and if these pills work, Chris would be worshipped, adored, and feared as they made him bulk up to become a god built for television.
“Alright, dude. I’ll give these babies here a go. I’ll give you an update in a few days how the treatment worked or failed. I’m banking on you, bro.” Chris finally said after being deep in thought. He extended his fist, which was immediately bumped by Reno.
“I haven’t let you down once yet, C-bro,” Reno said, heading for the door. “Keep me posted. If those pills do work and get you huge, I might just have to take some myself. Remember, though. Only one pill a day for five days. If need be, take two days off, then begin the cycle again. Do not take more than one a day for five days. They have not been tested in large doses and could therefore be dangerous.”
With a nod goodbye, Reno exited the house as Chris moved to stand in front of a full-length mirror in his living room. He stared at his body with his clothes on. His body was toned in the pecs and abs. They were the glamor muscles after all. Until now, all you needed was a pearly white smile, tight pecs, and a killer six pack of abs. Now you need to eat, sleep, breathe the gym. His legs, arms, and back were lacking from the lack of workouts for them. Now with this bottle of pills, he’d grow just big enough to eclipse all the bodybuilders trying to steal his show. He WILL be the biggest thing to ever grace television. He will be a god amongst men.
“So, one pill a day for five days, huh? That’s all it’ll take to get me worshipped by the masses? Then that’s what it’ll be!” Chris spoke to himself out loud, staring at his clothed body in the mirror as he unscrewed the bottle of pills. Quite hastily, he immediately placed one of the pale pink pills onto his tongue and immediately swallowed. He then sat the bottle down on his coffee table.
Expecting instant results, he started to flex and pose in the mirror. A few pec bounces and ab vacuums… but nothing was happening. There were no changes in Chris. Getting more and more furious by the second, Chris began stomping around, angry that he was not growing into a gorgeous god of a man. In his rage, he neglected to notice that his feet had suddenly become cramped in his socks, forcing the stitching to begin to tear as his feet started to swell larger.
“I can’t believe Reno let me down when I needed him most! I counted on him and he failed me! One pill did nothing! I need more! More power! More muscle! More height! More pills!” His voice, unbeknownst to Chris in his fit of rage, had grown deeper as he practically roared his frustrations out. His hand reached for the bottle of pills once more. Unscrewing the cap, a fistful of at least six or seven at the pale pink pills fell into Chris’ hand, then immediately were tossed down his throat.
He closed his eyes, feeling his body heat up and sweat began to form above his eyebrows. Moving to dab the sweat from his brow, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach. His hands then moved to his torso, where to his touch and unopened eyes, his abs seemed to have grown tighter. Not yet opening his eyes, fearing delusions from his anger, he let one of his hands move across his torso, feeling each of his abs and the now deep crevices between them. Getting curious, he felt each of his ab shapes and begun counting them. “One, two, three, four, five, six… SEVEN, AND EIGHT!”
His eyes finally opened and looked at his reflecting in the mirror, right on time as his socks had finally had enough stretching, tearing with a loud RIIIIP due to the feet growing larger inside of them. He released a slightly erotic moan. The pills were working! “I have eight abs! Reno! Dude! I gotta give him something to thank him! I’m growing! I just needed more than one of those pathetic pills. Let’s see just how big that small handful will make me.”
So distracted with the fact that his abs had tightened and increased in number, he failed to notice that his head was now no longer staring in the mirror as he started to grow taller. He was in pure ecstasy as he felt…
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