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Chapter 4 Claire sat nervously in her luxurious hotel suite, surrounded by plush carpets, sleek furniture, and glittering chandeliers that illuminated every corner. She glanced around anxiously, meticulously checking each detail before settling on a leather sofa. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume mixed with a rich oakwood aroma. On the centrepiece of a glass-topped coffee table lay the contract signed between Linda and Mia, waiting to be signed. A bottle of red wine rested beside it. Now and then, Claire’s gaze strayed to the door, anticipating Mia’s entrance. Claire heard a faint knock at the door as the clock struck seven-fifty-five. Her pulse quickened as she rose from the chair. With a deep breath, she strode confidently toward the door, eager to seal the deal with Mia. Mia stood outside Claire's hotel room, feeling both nervous and excited. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, adjusting the straps of her dress to ensure they showcased her bulging

Chapter 8 The mansion was shrouded in darkness as the moon glowed through the leaded windows, illuminating the chandeliers and tapestries that adorned the walls. The only light source came from the roaring flames that danced within the marble fireplace, casting shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Logs crackled and popped as they burned. An empty wine bottle clattered onto its side on the fireside table. As the fire continued to burn brightly, a deep-throated laugh pierced the mansion. At first, it was unclear where the noise originated from, but soon enough, it became clear that the laughter belonged to none other than Penny, who sat slumped on the plush fireside chair. Her face contorted into a smile as she guffawed boisterously, her eyes half-closed. She lifted the wine bottle to her lips again, taking another large gulp without so much as a care for moderation. Penny's laughter faded away slowly, replaced by a sigh. As she rested back against the leather upholstery, she

Mary Anne Part I: The Visit As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the sleepy suburban streets, a beat-up old sedan trundled down the empty road. As Ewan spotted a narrow strip of concrete jutting out from the curb, he pulled over, carefully positioning the car at a slight angle to avoid blocking any driveways or pedestrians passing by. The car had seen better days, but for Ewan, it held a special place in his heart; after all, it was his first. Ewan double-checked that his keys were safely tucked away in his pocket. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing stray strands before focusing on the house across the street. It was a small, cosy bungalow with a neatly trimmed lawn and potted flowers lining the front porch. His grandmother's name, Mary Anne, was etched onto a wooden sign above the doorbell. Ewan took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, closing the door behind him. He hesitated momentarily, staring at the familiar sight of his grandmother's cosy tiny

Chapter 7 Standing barefoot in the bathroom, Tanya gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror. Her chest heaved with each breath, showcasing the impressive development of pectoral muscles that rippled prominently beneath her skin. Her biceps and triceps pulsed rhythmically as blood coursed through them. Sweat beaded upon her forehead and trickled down her temples, glistening against her skin like diamonds. With a steely determination, Tanya placed one foot carefully on the weight scales, followed closely by the other. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the number that flashed brightly moments later. Tanya's jaw dropped in amazement as the digital display came into view. She had never weighed so much in her entire life. In fact, the number staring back at her was almost double what it used to be before taking the pills Dr Crawford gave her. Tanya let out a low chuckle, both amused and overwhelmed by the sight before her. The numbers displayed on the weight scales

Chapter 5 Sarah's physique had undergone quite a transformation over the past few weeks as a result of her continued steroid use. Her once lean frame was now significantly more robust and bulky, bordering on being overweight. This dramatic change was attributed to excessive water retention, bringing the extra weight. Bev suggested that, instead of continuing her steady progress, Sarah should consider opting for more potent steroids during the colder months. This strategy would allow Sarah to pack on size quickly without having to worry about the excess weight being immediately noticeable beneath layers of warm clothing. Sarah immediately embraced the quicker route, wanting more, faster. However, as the weeks passed, Sarah began to experience adverse effects, leaving her drained and emotionally unstable. Sarah's hunger skyrocketed, too. Over Thanksgiving weekend, Sarah's insatiable cravings left her father baffled. She devoured every dish set before her, barely pausing between bites.

Chapter 2 The several past weeks ushered a transformative period in Mia's life. The once-cosy living room had been rearranged into a makeshift training ground to create a functional space for Mia's bodybuilding journey. The plush sofa now stood pushed against the wall, making room for a modest set of free weights, resistance bands, and a sturdy training bench. Linda, Mia’s mother, now acted as her training mentor, guiding her through the intricacies of form, technique, and the disciplined routines that defined the sport. Her voice carried both encouragement and a relentlessly authoritative drive for perfection, with Mia's focus unwavering as she absorbed her mother's teachings with each lesson. Countless tubs of protein powder, neatly arranged in a kaleidoscope of flavours and sizes, claimed their territory atop the kitchen’s sleek granite countertop. The shelves that once housed culinary delights now boasted an array of supplements—protein bars, pre-workout blends, and a medley of