Try to get more muscular

You know what would go well with these abs? More abs. You ache to be shredded, sculpted to the last nook, with thicker arms than a regular man's torso! Only, you're not sure how to get the changes rolling. You never personally witnessed any of the previous changes happen.

Sophie: "Maybe if I tried working out?"

An idea worth trying. There's a bench press set in your basement. You should be getting to work already, but screw work! Supernatural stuff's going down.

You load a hundred pounds on the rack, your own personal record so far. If your previous, flabby arms could lift that, surely this'll be a cinch. Positioning yourself lying down on the bench, you steady yourself and grab hold of the bar.

Sophie: "Here goes..."

The bar rises easily. Almost too easily - it almost feels like you didn't load any weight on it at all! You must be loads stronger than you look.

Sophie: "Ah man! This is great and all, but how am I gonna get a workout?"

You sit on the edge of the bench, doing single-handed curls with what feels like two pounds of weight. Looks like you'll need a lot more to challenge these newfound muscles.

You load up every single weight that you can find in the room onto the bar, cannibalizing weights from the leg presses, hand weights, and even chaining two old refrigerators onto it. Frankly your're not sure if this setup will even hold, so you jerry-rig an entirely new weight bar into the mix.

Sophie: "If I can't get a workout with this... I don't even know what to do. Maybe travel to the mountains and lift huge hulking boulders? Ah, never mind it now, gotta focus."

You steady yourself again. You have a fairly sub-par grip on the two parallel bars, but you believe it'll hold.

You lift. This time, the feeling is different. A burning sensation fills every fibre of your arms as you arch your back and grunt intensly. But nevertheless, this gargantuan mass rises from the ground.

The two bars are drooping under what must be a thousand pounds of weight. You hold this stack of random utilities, chains and weights up for a few seconds in disbelief, awestruck by the unimaginable super strength coursing through your veins.

Gently, slowly, you let the bar lower back down. Taking a moment to catch your breath, the veins in your arms seem to light up. A momentous feeling springs forth to your extremities, as if screaming for "More"! You can't help but obey.

Second time is no easier that the first. But it feels better. You hold the bar up a bit longer, trying to savor this headiness.

Time seems to hold still. There you remain, silently clanking away at these humongous weights for what must be hours, but feels to you like only sparse minutes. You close your eyes hoping, wishing for bulging, hulking muscles.

As you finally dare to look, your view is obstructed by the slanted bulk of your chest, now not only swollen with gargantuan tits but also heaving with armor-plate grade pecs.

Sophie: "Ohh... oh god it worked!"

You rise to a sitting position, your sharp, defined and refined abs finding no difficulty in lugging up your tremendous mass - not even straight through the double weight bars, which bend like liquorice at the touch.

Your arms and legs are thick like logs, and your biceps have swollen to the size of bowling balls. In testing their might you retrieve a few ball bearings from a shelf nearby. You place them between your bicep and forearm and then flex, flattening them like marshmallows.

Sophie: "Feelin' pretty good about myself right now..."