User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The 666 word pasta write off!/@comment-24437113-20160408205709

''I started writing but realized I had nowhere to go with this. But I think the concept may have potential. If someone could suggest how this ends, I might top it off. It's 343 words at the moment. Sorry for ruining the chain of complete stories:''

A man named Terry was trying to build muscles. While his efforts in the gym over the past few months or so hadn’t gone unrewarded, the progress seemed to be stalling. His strength increased gradually over time, as it always had done. However much to his frustration, it seemed that the size of his biceps had reached a limit; in his mind, a measly limit compared to the likes of Schwarzenegger or Ferrigno, which was basically what he was aiming for.

It was rather unfair; he could bench press more than pretty much everyone he knew, yet even some of his colleagues prized meatier biceps and triceps and other ‘ceps’ than him. Terry felt like giving up on his training regimen on several occasions, but recollected himself each time, in the hope that the continued hard work would someday yield his much anticipated results.

One day, after a long and intense workout, Terry was about to drive home from the gym when he was approached by two beautiful, scantily clad blonde women in the car park.

‘We noticed you were a regular gym member,’ one of them said.

‘Not many people use their memberships like you do,’ said the other, ‘so we decided to reward your dedication with a much-sought-after one-time-only discount offer!’

‘We’re giving you an exclusive packet of ‘BULK-EEZY’ protein pills to help you get toned fast.’

‘In fact, we’re so impressed by your regimen that we’re giving them to you for free!’

‘No more pain and sweat. Just one pill a day and your muscles will balloon up to the size of Schwarzenegger’s and Ferrigno’s combined in no time!’

Bit of an exaggeration, thought Terry. But nevertheless, free pills to help with his muscle building aspirations. Couldn’t hurt, right? After all, they just contained some protein, not risky heart-attack inducing steroids. Besides, who would turn down an offer from two gorgeous ladies? But something didn’t feel quite right.

‘Are you meant to be endorsing the gym’s products?’ He asked.

‘Well…’ The looks on their faces blatantly screamed ‘no affiliation whatsoever’.