You glance at the cool, magic pencil with a big smile on your face. You feel giddy at the idea that you can change just about anything or anyone with this simple, little device, and you’re just itching to try it out. You just need to find a person to test it on.
Just then, you hear your younger brother Brandon arguing with mom in the kitchen downstairs. First, he wants to go and play soccer with his buddies in the park, but mom doesn’t want to drive him down there because she has stuff to do. Then, he asks if he can go to the neighbors’ house so he can go jump on the trampoline, but mom finds that too dangerous. Finally, he wants to go swimming at the community pool, but mom wants to finish doing the laundry. So, the poor, little guy is just moping around the house, feeling bored.
“Hey, Brandon! Come here!” you shout at him from your bedroom.
Your little bro wanders into the room, bored because he has nothing better to do.
Brandon is 10 years old, rather average for his age, short and very skinny with short, brown hair and brown eyes. You have a good relationship with him, and you love him to pieces.
“Hey, you want bigger muscles, little bro?” you ask him.
“Sure!” he replies happily.
“Come here!” you say as you grab the pencil off your desk.
You take the pencil in your right hand and with your little brother standing before you, you draw two columns of neatly spaced rectangles over his flat stomach. Three rows each. You end up with six rectangles on his stomach, drawn with the magic pencil.
“Owww, that tickles when you draw on my tummy! What are you doing, anyway?” he asks you.
“COOL! Look, bro! You now got a six-pack of abdominal muscles on your tummy! You’re ripped!” you grin as you tell your bro to stand before the mirror.
As soon as you remove the pencil, the drawn blocks morph into thick, deep, well-defined abdominal muscles, which make Brandon have a sex-pack that all bodybuilders must work so hard for in the gym, by doing crunches and other exercises for years!
“Wow! I got muscles on my tummy! They feel hard as rocks! “Brandon cheers, running his hands over his solid abs. His abs resemble a washboard! Impressive, for a fourth grader!
“Hey… Mom won’t let me go play soccer or let me jump on the trampoline!” Brandon whines. “I can’t even go to the pool until she’s done. Can you do something for me? And I keep on getting picked on at school by the big guys! Can you help me with your pencil?”
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