"Free spell. I'll definitely help." Trent was low on cash since he hadn't won the million and he usually spends all his money on guitars.
Marc's mum dropped box full of weird items on the table and began unloading it. He said out load what things were as she pulled them out of the box.
"A dumbbell, a jar of sweet, muscle fibres from a bodybuilder." Trent almost threw up when she opened a small wooden box to show him, they were still bloody. "Protein powder, a tank top, spray tan in a bottle, a picture of a bodybuilder, and..." She paused for emphasis, "Cookie dough."
"Cookie dough?" Trent questioned.
"We make them into cookies. A spell is most potent when you eat it." Marc explained.
"One cookie should add about 10lbs of muscle. How much do you weigh now?" The lady asked still smiling.
"About 115lbs, I have a little muscle in my arms but not much." Trent explained.
"I only weigh 65. I don't have any muscle." Marc said copying Trent.
Well, we are going to fix that." She handed Marc the bowl of cookie dough. "I need you guys to pour a tablespoon of sweet, a cup protein powder, two chopped up muscle fibres, and a drizzle of the spray tan onto the dough. I will cut the picture and tank top into confetti for sprinkles." Trent thought this was insane. They were literally going to make cookies out of there smelly items.
"What about the dumbbell?" Trent asked as he measured the sweet on to a tablespoon.
"Rolling Pin." She said simply cutting the picture up into confetti pieces.
Marc and Trent worked on mixing the ingredients into the dough. Trent stirred since the dough was so sticky and needed a little muscle to get it to work, Marc tried but couldn't get the wooden spoon to move much. After they mixed it all up mostly, they laid the dough out on the table. It smelt like a gym and so did they. Marc's mother handed Trent the 5lb rolling pin dumbbell which he could barely lift, which was fine since it was being used as a rolling pin not a weight. Trent and Marc worked together to get the dough the right thickness everywhere, it wasn't easy with a dumbbell.
Marc's mother handed us some cookie cutter, they were shaped like dumbbells and flexed arms. They managed to cut out 40 cookies in total, 20 of each shape. They then sprinkled them with the mixed tank top/bodybuilder photo confetti before putting them in the oven to cook for half an hour.
Marc's mother then pulled the baked cookie out of the oven. They still smelt terrible.
"So, Trent, for your help you can have one for free. How many would you like to buy?She asked placing the tray on the table.
"Can I try my free one first before I decide?" Trent asks politely, realising although she had said they add 10lbs of muscle, something may have gone wrong to make them more potent. Best to be sure that he doesn't over buy and over eat.
"Of course." She said still smiling as Marc handed him one of the hot cookies. It smelt terrible. He couldn't believe he was actually going to eat this. He slowly brought it closer to his mouth and took a small bite. "You need to eat it in no more than two bites if you want to full effect." She explained to him before he took his second. Trent realised that it didn't actually taste as bad as the smell. He quickly finished the biscuit with the second bit and waited.
"Do you feel anything?" Marc asked.
Trent was about to say that he didn't when he got a warm feeling in his stomach. The feeling began to tingle and move about. Trent felt like he was on a roller-coaster that was making his stomach wretch. His stomach became hotter and he had the urge to take off his shirt, although he didn't because that would be weird in front of strangers. The hot tingling moved to his arms. They felt like jelly then they felt solid again but more solid than normal.
Marc and his mother watched as Trent rolled up his sleeve to examine his arm. His forearms looked far thicker than a normal guitarists. They were striated and vainly, it looked like he had just had an amazing arm workout. Trent rolled his sleeve up further too find his bicep, no longer a tiny bump, bulging with muscle. Nice and round and again definitely bigger than that of a normal guitarist, even one that might work out. His under arm developed a nice horseshoe tricep that finished his nice round arm. Marc reached out to feel. He squeezed but was unable to dent it anymore.
"It's so hard now." He said in awe of Trent's growing arms.
"I'm not even flexing." Marc felt his hands move as the skin under it stretched to make way for the flexed size bulging. Immovable veins snaked their way along the bicep and up his thick forearm. "Nice. 15 inches if I had to guess." Trent said with a malicious smile.
"What about your abs?" Marc asked already lifting Trent's shirt up. This had clearly been the feeling in his stomach earlier as instead of being flat, it covered by six thick mounds with deep caverns separating them.
"I have a six-pack!" He said thumping them with his strong arms. "Amazing! I barely felt that." At this moment he felt the tingling heat again, this time it was moving down. Trent's skinny jeans felt tight, much tighter than normal. Suddenly a tear ripped straight up his calfs. He reached down and ripped the pant legs off at the knee showing off his new teardrop calfs. They looked like the calfs of a runner or biker. He accidentally put his had on his thigh and felt the mass that was now packed into the upper part of his now short skinny jeans.
"This is amazing! Thanks so much." Trent said rolling down his sleeve again, which was on the verge of ripping also.
"Now that you have tried one, how many would you like to buy?" The lady asked ignoring her son who was clearly eager to try a cookie now too.
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