John went and introduced himself to the bored boy, who told him his name was Noah. From farther off he seemed pretty average, but he was 6'2" and had a very handsome face with raven-black hair and a charming grin. The only bad part was he was very skinny, weighing only 130 pounds.
John said, "So I brought two drinks with me just in case I needed another, but you look like you could use one. You want it?" he asked, offering one bottle of formula.
"Thanks, man! That's really nice of you, since you don't even know me," Noah said. He accepted the bottle and began to drink some.
Soon he had drained a quarter of the bottle. John was excited to see that Noah's pecs and biceps were looking a little bigger and more defined. The formula worked!
Noah paused for a while, then began drinking again. This time he kept going, continuing to gulp the formula down. The changes became more noticeable. Noah's shirt and pants looked painted onto his newly muscular body. His chest was like a shelf, his abs like a washboard, his biceps like steel pythons, his thighs thick.
Soon the image of a beautiful muscle man stood before John. As the seams of his clothing began to come open, Noah turned to him and...