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Arc's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze darting between the pairs when River and Matty stood on either side of him, an unexpected show of solidarity. River playfully bumped shoulders with Arc, grinning. "How'd you get so tall? Steroids?" Arc's lips tightened at the question. "Steroids are for muscles, River," Farron chimed in, "I think it's beets." "Beets don't make someone grow, Farron," Kayla countered, with an eye roll. "They could if they wanted to," Farron insisted, deadpan. "Nobody should listen to her, she might have peed away all her senses in the bathroom," Kayla retorted, her tone playful but sharp.

“I swear you buy every orange juice in stock, Sophia,” Rosa said to her as they set their lunches on the table. “I still don’t get why you only drink orange juice.” Sophia picked up the bottle of orange juice and took off the cap. “Because vitamin C aids the absorption of calcium and calcium helps you grow taller.” Mike, Stella and Rosa burst into laughter. Sophia ignored them even though they were drawing the attention of other people to their table. She glanced at Nate who was smiling but wasn’t joining the others to laugh maniacally.

"Imagine what your body could do with actual fuel instead of liquid poison." When I finished—and I did finish, every last bite—she pushed a tray of pills and vitamins toward me, arranged like tiny soldiers on a napkin. "Medication time." She rattled off each pill like a pharmacist. "Anti-inflammatory magnesium for the spasms, vitamin D for your practically non-existent levels, B12 for energy that doesn't come from caffeine crashes, zinc for tissue repair and collagen because your joints are a mess" I dry-swallowed them all, too drained to argue.

They were the best grilled sausages I had ever eaten. Plenty of others had the same idea, and everyone was rushing to get their paws on the sausages. The counter was getting closer, but before I could reach it, I crashed into a muscular guy's arms. His pecs actually visibly bounced and the impact knocked me onto my butt. Camden Jordan's laughter rang in my ears. I looked up and saw that obnoxious smirk on his face. Camden had taken off his T-shirt and hung it casually over his shoulder. His eight-pack was also on full public display.

Titus must have had a great time lately. But his body could not positively handle it if this went on. Then, he remembered the supplements his mother-in-law had sent him from Tailand. He immediately called his wife to send them over. “Boss, this is good stuff. The doctors said that men need to use various supplements to nourish their bodies after they’re thirty, regardless of whether they’re healthy or not. It’ll be too late for regrets if you end up overstraining your body.” Titus took the herbal concoctions. They were labeled “good for testosterone production.”

She looked at me and laughed. “Come on! That elasticity will obviously change if you get something bigger, not unless……” Celestine paused. “What?” I asked her. She smiled. “There is this gel you can use, it is called Femicare. After having sex with a man who has a large penis, just go apply it after washing out his semen. Apply it continuously for three days and trust me, your vaginal muscles will absorb it, remain tight as usual and no one will even know you got screwed by a big thing.” Celestine told me.

“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.