Mark, the father, rubs his tired eyes as he sips his coffee, glancing at his son, Tyler, who is scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, Tyler winces, clutching his arm, and flexes it in surprise as his bicep seems to swell beneath his t-shirt. Mark frowns, setting down his mug. "Did you just see that? Your arm looked...bigger for a second." Tyler blinks, then flexes again, and both father and son stare in shock as his muscle visibly expands and contracts at will.
Tyler grins mischievously, flexing his arm and watching as his bicep balloons impressively. Mark, unable to resist, rolls up his sleeves and tries the same—his own muscles bulge, more defined than ever before. "Whoa, Dad, look at you!" "This is insane. How is this even possible?" Their laughter fills the room as they strike ridiculous poses, transforming their arms into sculpted forms with nothing but a thought.
Tyler drops to the ground, pumping out one-handed push-ups as his arms inflate to comical proportions. Mark, refusing to be outdone, flexes both arms and lifts the picnic table with ease, grinning at his son's astonished face. "Okay, okay, you win! But only because you cheated with those massive arms!" "Admit it, though—this is way more fun than mowing the lawn." They collapse into laughter, enjoying the sheer absurdity of their superhuman strength.
Mark glances at his son, seeing not just the physical transformation but the joy lighting up Tyler's face. "You know, I haven't laughed this hard with you in a long time," he admits quietly. "Me neither, Dad. I mean, this is the weirdest thing ever, but...it's pretty awesome we're figuring it out together," Tyler replies, a genuine smile spreading across his face. The newfound power becomes a bridge between them, sparking conversations and shared jokes long into the night.
Mark traces the rim of his coffee cup, pondering the bizarre events of the day. "We should probably keep this just between us for now. I don't think the world is ready for the super-strong Johnsons," he says with a wink. "Deal. But tomorrow, can we try bench pressing the sofa?" Mark laughs, nodding, as they both marvel at the adventure that awaits.
Tyler glances at his father, hope and excitement shining in his eyes. "Ready for round two, Dad?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Mark replies, both of them grinning as they set off together, eager to explore the limits of their extraordinary new gift.
