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She is beautiful but doesn't come anywhere close to my Alice. "Can I buy you a drink?" I lift an eyebrow. I've never had a woman ask to buy me a drink before, but I guess there is a first for everything. "No, I'm skipping out on the alcohol," I say. I know the others are drinking tonight. Our next game isn't until next weekend, but I'm trying to keep to a strict routine. I want healthy fats; all I ever eat is chicken, protein shakes, and creatine. The woman's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ah, trying to keep yourself in shape? You're a hockey player, right? You're so big!"

“You really think this is going to work? That you can just force my body to change because you want it to?” I glance at her. “It’s not force. It’s work. Food. Heavy lifting. Rest. Massage. My hands on you every night. Protein shakes. Extra calories. You eat what I tell you to eat. You train how I tell you to train. And yeah, your body will change. It already started today. I saw your ass lift higher on those last reps.”

Just then, the door opened. Aaron walked in leisurely. "Did you two make me go out to buy supper just so you can talk smack about me behind my back?" Xante pushed up her glasses. "We're saying you have a good body. Is that bad-mouthing you?" Aaron placed the supper he bought on the coffee table and took off his jacket to show the muscles he was proud of. "It's true that I have a fabulous body. Here, I'm going to show you guys some tonight. I spent two hours in the gym every day and nurtured my body with good-quality protein powder. You're free to touch them!"

She didn't know if she could survive the experience, but she damn sure was going to try. Becky came back down with a medium cooked strip steak, on a bed of brown rice and spinach, all foods that were high energy production. Along with an enormous glass of a juice blend of Peach and Orange juice and a fierce Grape Gatoraid to help replenish Gio's electrolytes and rehydrate him. She made a note to make sure and pick up some more peach/orange juice blend and some pineapple/orange juice blend. She'd read in Cosmo that those helped a man's ejaculation taste sweeter.

Zach grumbled, gesturing at the book. Max glanced over and shrugged. “Well, technically it is possible…” Zach snorted. “You don’t have that either.” “Yeah, I like carbs,” Max said easily, “but seriously—low body fat, good lighting, consistent training… it’s not impossible. Just hope you’re looking forward to all the scenes where he’s constantly bench-pressing the furniture.” Zach laughed. “Yeah, and constantly drinking protein shakes.” Ava made an outraged noise. “Excuse me, this man has emotional depth!”

After Jayden had a look at him, he had pulled out a rapid tone-up plan that would require Mark to have three workouts per day, a special diet and he finally found out about the injections. The first was a booster to his metabolism, enabling a rapid burn-off of his body fat. The second was a little more unusual. One of the pharmaceutical research companies owned by Benjamin Moore had come up with a muscle-repair serum that enabled torn or injured muscles to repair themselves at a rapidly accelerated rate. It was designed with injured troops in mind, allowing those with minor injuries to return to the front line much quicker, and those with major injuries to repair and heal faster too. Part of

Susan said, looking over to where the French people were all getting a massage by two staff members. "It certainly does," Krista agreed, noticing one of the male staff members massaging the cock and balls of one of the men. "I hope that you have had a nice nap," Mahana said as she approached with a bamboo tray and three tall glasses filled with a reddish-orange liquid. "This will refresh you," she said, handing each of them a glass. "It is guava, papaya, pineapple, and passionfruit juices with some lime and gingko root to enhance sexual prowess," she explained.

“But side effects include joint pain and elevated blood sugar…” He stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, positioning a pretend syringe against his stomach— Just as his mom walked in. “Takuto! What are you doing?!” “I—I was researching abdominal fat percentages! Body composition management!” When science and business both failed him, Takuto turned to desperate measures. He ordered a “magnetic height-increasing patch.” It only attracted fridge magnets. Tried the “Moonlight Method”: meditating under the moonlight at night. The police returned him home.

I try to breathe, in and out, slow and steady, while he runs his mouth. "You have to eat more protein if you want to bulk up. We can cut you later, but you need to bulk for now—no more drinking sparkling water. I need you to chug a protein shake whenever you can. We need more meat on your bones." Instead of replying, I keep counting in my head. One. Two. Three. "Don't ignore me." I sigh. Maddox clearly can't tell I'm in a foul mood. This guy lacks the ability to read another person. I wonder how Michelle handles him without going insane.

Again. It’s fine the first few times, but after a few weeks, it gets really fucking boring. The guys hand me protein shakes five times a day as well, and it is helping. I’m putting on weight and gaining some muscle back, but every bite feels like another reminder that my body needs repairing. Another thing being monitored, measured and managed for me. Another thing that feels completely out of my control now.