"I'll have 10 please." Trent asked greedily thinking of all the muscle he could gain. Of course he didn't want to get overly huge (Or at lease not yet...), but with 10 he had a large variety of things he could do. He could take some and save some for later when he needs them. Or he could give them to his friends and family if he thinks they need it.
But that was not important now, all Trent wanted to do was get home an look at his new body.
The kind shop lady packed the cookies up into a weird little drawstring bag much like an old coin bag that thieves use in movies. Trent said thank you to the lady, handed her some money and left, listening to the excited sounds of Marc trying one of the cookies on his way out.
Trent went straight home, he was too excited to stop and do anything else on the way.
Upon arriving home Trent yelled "Mum, I'm home."
He listened out for the usual, "Thats great honey." Followed by, "Did you find what you wanted?"
"Yup, I found it." Trent replied as his mum popped into view from the kitchen.
"Look at you, finally got some meat on your bones. You should have listened to your father and I when we told you to start going to the gym. Rock stars and guitarists don't have twigs for arms you know." Trent rolled his eyes. His mother put her hands on his buffed shoulders, "Honey, I love you but I'm glad you gained a bit of muscle. You were starting to look a bit unhealthy." With a final squeeze (that didn't have any effect on Trent's hard shoulders) she turned and left towards the kitchen. "Dinner's at seven."
Trent raced up to his room. He was itching to see his body without his shirt on but something his mother had said was bothering him. I'm glad you gained a bit of muscle. What does she mean a little, He had grown magically in a couple of hours. If she thinks I look muscular now, he thought, wait till I have another cookie. I'll be as strong as dad, maybe even stronger.
He opened the bag and pulled out a flexing arm cookie. He then placed the rest of the bag in a secret compartment in the bottom draw of his desk. He didn't know why the desk came with a fake bottom, he didn't usually have a reason to hide items from anyone but he didn't want the biscuits to 'accidentally' be eaten by someone. "Better safe than sorry." He reassured himself.
For the second time that day, Trent walked over to his full length mirror. He took a deep breath and took a bite of the cookie. A smile spread across his face as he felt the familiar tingle appear in his stomach. He ate the other half of the biscuit as he enjoyed the tingle heat up and begin to spread.
His arms felt warm. He loved it. What felt even better was how tight his sleeves were. He bought his arms up, feeling the material constrict further. Slowly he balled his fists and watched in the mirror as his biceps peaked massively, easily tearing through thee sleeves his favourite shirt. He then flexed his forearms ripping the upper part of the sleeves in half too. "Well I have no use for these anymore." He said smugly, ripping the torn sleeves clean off the shirt. "It's like a tank top now."
He continued to flex his arms, admiring their 16 and a half inches of pure steely muscle. His 'tank top' was now very tight around his chest, his pecs fighting for air. He pulled up his shirt to see his abs had defined further, although not quite an 8 pack they were defined beyond belief. Accented nicely by his V taper which lead down to his ever tightening pants.
His calfs were now looking massive and veiny just with the new mass they had to support. They looked like a cyclist who went to the gym to work out his legs further. Further up his thighs were ripping with muscle and fighting against thee tight stretchy fabric of his skinny jeans. "I should change into something looser." With that he flexed his legs and ripped his jeans right off. He was now standing in front of the mirror in a very tight, revealing 'tank top' and his boxers that were just big enough to hold his new size. He looked like an amateur junior bodybuilder. He was now well out of the realm of guitarist muscles. He bet he could even rip a guitar in half if he wanted, and if he couldn't he had more cookies how help.
As he grabbed a pair of sweat pants from his dresser he thought about what he wanted to do with his new muscle.
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