As the commercials continued, Dennis looked at the girls talking about how they could get a hold of this seemingly magical supplement. So did Dennis. But he also had other ideas. If a seemingly innocent thought of improving the show he were watching turned into Kristie Alley, a woman clearly outside his fantasies, becoming some type of super woman, what could he do with a little focus?
As the show came back on and a middle age woman named Laura stood on the stage, Dennis sniffed. OK, she was 5 foot 11 and 300 pounds. It was clear in his mind that this could change, but so what? His only interest was in the supplement Kristie was pushing and to get it to some of the women around him. And then Gina too. So as the show droned on for a few minutes, with Laura’s measurements being taken for reference, Dennis began to think about other TV shows. He also looked at the girls around him. Why wait for the supplement to be mentioned and then to try and get some? If one picture caused this, why couldn’t he have a more direct affect?
Suppose these party girls grew big, strong muscles right here, right now. Thinking about things, he wondered if he could imagine that he had a bottle of the supplement, or one that worked even better. Getting up and turning toward an empty corner, Dennis thought about a bottle of magic muscle pills being on the table in front of him. With a nervous look back at the girls focused on the Oprah show, Dennis looked through the lens of the camera and jerked back as sure enough, he saw a bottle on the table. Looking away from the camera for a moment, the table was once again bare.
Smiling at the power he now felt he possessed, he tried his best to focus on the pills. What they would do, how fast they would work, that they would only work on women. Fat would melt away, muscles would grow from nothing, beauty would be amplified, strength…. He chewed his tongue for a moment. Should the pills give the girls strength proportional to their muscle growth, or should they be able to grow even stronger? Perhaps he could have many types of pills in the bottle allowing for different results. All with the same basic premise, larger muscles, greater strength, enhanced beauty and curves, but with different proportions. One pill could create a world class fitness girl, the next, nothing short of a She-Hulk powerhouse.
Seeing as the camera had filled in his random thought with the Oprah show, he wasn’t worried about his somewhat vague thoughts about the pills. After all, what could go wrong?
Smiling to himself at his flawless logic being run by his smaller head, Dennis once again pulled the camera up and snapped the picture. When he pulled the camera down, sure enough, there was a bottle of pills with the words UCLA Fitness Supplement and some words about dosage. Walking over to the bottle and picking it up, Dennis grunted slightly. He hadn’t thought about dosage. After all, wasn’t one pill going to be enough?
Shrugging his shoulders and still confident that he was about to create a campus full of muscle filled gorgeous girls frolicking around, lifting cars and flexing their scantily clad bodies, he turned back toward the girls on the couch, eager to test the pills out.
Moving back toward the TV he watched as Laura was sent to the back with instructions while Kristie and Oprah stayed out the couch. It was at this point that Kristie pulled out a bottle with a label that looked just like the one Dennis was holding. The hair rose on the back of Dennis’s neck at the sight. He knew he had his in.
Looking at the girls leaning toward the screen, Dennis scanned the room again, finally realizing that he recognized one girl from a Greek History class, Stephanie. He knew what a hot girl she was, and the fact that she was really out of his league. They had studied together a few times in a group at the library, so he hoped she would recognize him.
“Um, sorry to interrupt ladies, but if you’re looking to get your hands on some of those pills, perhaps I can help.”
The girls all turned their heads, looking at him with skeptical eyes. Dennis gulped under the scrutiny, as the beautiful girls could be intimidating. One girl, Tracy, shot him a crooked smile.
“What makes you think we want to look like that?”
Dennis gulped again, but it was Stephanie who came to his rescue. “Oh come ON, Tracy. Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t want a magic pill to melt the fat away and give you muscle tone. I for one would kill for that chance. Besides, it would be cool to be really strong.”
Tracy rolled her eyes. “This has to be some kind of trick. There is no such thing.”
Dennis pulled the pills out, figuring it was now or never. “I just happen to have some right here.”
The girls eyes all widened. Stephanie shot a look at the TV, which had an inset shot of the pills while Kristie and Oprah talked. She then moved closer to Dennis, staring at the bottle. It was then she recognized him.
“Dennis? From Greek History?”
Dennis blushed, taken aback by her sudden advance on him and her surprised statements. He tried to play it cool.
“Uh, yeah. Stephanie?”
Still staring more at the bottle than him, Stephanie nodded her head. “Yeah. Where did you get these pills?”
Dennis froze for a moment. He hadn’t thought he would need a back story. Thinking quickly, he made something up. After all, who was going to check?
“My cousin is a pharmacist and let me have a bottle. He was interested to see how well it worked and asked me to bring some to college.”
Now feeling he had his in and a bit of control for the first time, he paused as his smile grew and his fantasies blossomed.
“I WAS going to head over to the jock sorority or perhaps the gamer girls. You know, if you girls weren’t interested.”
Stephanie stood back up and smiled at Dennis. Even hung over and with no make-up she was very pretty. Her long blonde hair was a bit of mess and her green eyes had a bit of red, but she was still made Dennis pause. At 5 foot 9 and with a bit of extra fat, her boobs were none the less nicely sized and her shape was curvy, apparent even with a large sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants. Dennis could only imagine that she wasn’t wearing a bra and had on a thong. Bouncing up and down on her bare feet she held her smile on Dennis.
“Don’t be silly. You know we are interested. I, for one, would love to try one.”
Dennis tried to remain cool, but Stephanie was more than he could handle, even in her slightly hung over state.
“Well. OK. If you really want to.”
Stephanie giggled now as Dennis fiddled with the child proof cap. Popping it opened he looked up only to see not just Stephanie, but Tracy and the third girl, Juliet, as well. It was at that point that Gina came back out with the Sorority president, Allie. Gina looked surprised with the girls all huddled around Dennis.
“Dennis? What’s going on?”
Dennis’s pulse raced, as he felt surprised and nervous. He had nearly forgotten about Gina and now he felt like he was betraying her. Realizing he had more verbal dancing to perform, he forced a smile. He also looked into the bottle, seeing pills of different size and shape.
“Oh, Gina. I was just offering the girls some diet supplements given to me by my pharmacist cousin. The pills were just being discussed on Oprah.”
The other girls were giving Gina the once over and Allie looked on with interest. Stephanie sighed, clearly impatient.
“Look, you can give your girlfriend a pill later. Right now I’d like to try one out.”
Gina stepped closer, not quite sure what to make of things, including the ‘girlfriend’ comment. One thing she was sure of, she didn’t like this girl next to Dennis.
Dennis could see Gina was a bit agitated, but he was already committed to Stephanie in his mind. After all, there were plenty of pills for everyone.
So as the girls all stood around him, staring expectantly, Dennis finally….
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