Mark, a normal guy in his 20's, ambled along, hands in his pockets, lost in thought. He wore faded jeans and a blue hoodie, blending into the crowd, his expression relaxed yet distracted. The city seemed alive around him, but nothing about his walk suggested today would be anything but ordinary.
Jack, known for his impressive physique, catches Mark's attention with a confident nod. "Hey, Mark. You look like you could use a little excitement," he says, holding out the potion. The air feels charged, as if something remarkable is about to happen.
Mark[/@ch_1]'s face.]
"What is this?" he asks, curiosity warring with hesitation. "A gift. Drink it, and you'll see," Jack replies, his voice low and persuasive. Mark studies Jack for a moment, then takes the bottle, uncorks it, and drinks the potion in one swift motion.
Mark[/@ch_1]'s feet. His body begins to change—muscles swelling, clothes stretching tight, skin glowing with newfound power.]
People on the street stop and stare, their faces a mixture of awe and disbelief. Mark's arms grow thick and strong, his chest broadens, and he towers above the crowd. The transformation is both dazzling and surreal, every fiber of his being alive with energy.
Mark[/@ch_1] stands as a muscle giant, casting a massive shadow onto the sidewalk. The city feels smaller, and the air vibrates with possibility.]
"Welcome to a new you," Jack says, grinning with pride. "I can't believe it... I feel incredible," Mark replies, flexing his arms and marveling at his strength. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, celebrating the astonishing change.
Mark[/@ch_1] walks with newfound confidence, muscles rippling as he moves. The world seems full of opportunity, and he realizes this transformation is only the beginning.]
"Thank you, Jack. I owe you one," he says, smiling wide. "Just remember—use your strength wisely," Jack replies, giving a nod before disappearing into the night. With each step, Mark embraces his extraordinary new self, ready to face whatever adventures lie ahead.
