As you look at your reflection in the van mirror - about the only thing still recognizable about you is your face, the rest of you has grown to the size of one of your brothers beefy, power lifter friends - and wonder how your clothes grew to fit you, your stomach growls, and you suddenly feel ravenous. You’re not far from home, and you start walking quickly. Your stomach growls again, and you remember that you haven’t eaten much in a while - no wonder you’re hungry. A wave of hunger passes over you, and you start jogging towards home. As you jog along, you notice that your heavy new pecs jounce with reassuring solidity - they must be nearly all muscle! As an experiment, as you jog you tense your chest muscles - and they seem to lift practically out of your t-shirt and hold steady and still with only the slightest jiggle. Yep, all muscle! Feeling famished, and not breathing hard at all, you up the pace to a run for the last block home.
You arrive home feeling great, not even breathing hard, but ravenously hungry. You burst into the kitchen and shout, “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!”...
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