buff bod

"What if I worked out six days a week for six months?" The machine clanged and clicked and a flash from the screen before the blank image changed. Your stomach was flatter and your chest had actual pecs instead of the nothing that was there before. In the tv you saw your buff self pose for the mirror, flexing his/your twenty-inch guns of newly defined muscle. Nothing like the rock but you were definitely in better shape. "If nothing else it's good motivation I guess. What if I worked out for a year?" Your final alarm on your phone rang before you could watch any more. "Shoot." You quickly grabbed your hoodie and ran outside to your car.

The machine beeped and whistled as the light inside the tv leaked out through the small crack left in the back where it had fallen earlier. The table changed into a weight bench, the coasters slid off, slamming with their new forty-five pound weight.

While your apartment was being changed to that of a gym rat you didn't notice your car doing the same. What was once a tiny ford fusion shifted and changed into a 1962 ford F-100. You only really noticed when your phone made a strange warbling sound and your music stopped.

Pulling over you stood out of the car turned truck stared in confusion. You had always wanted a truck like this, although more tricked out and modern than it was now but it seems you were on your way, "But how?" The cold fall air hit your bare arms as you wondered if someone had somehow slipped acid into your morning tea. Shivering you rubbed your arms and realized for the first time your truck isn't all that had changed.

Your arms were now massive and exposed by your sleeveless hoodie. "Why even have a hoodie?" Of course, if you didn't you would have been completely exposed as your shirt had went wherever your car went too.