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Dr. Denninger was happy when his experiments with neanderthal DNA and retroviri gave him the body of his dreams. To hell with all his colleagues who had told him that he was insane for believing that Homo sapiens neanderthalensis were much more physically powerful than our species and that only their more limited mental capacities had caused their extinction. He had decided to directly test this on himself. Now a less honest person would have told everyone that this was just a way to find cures for muscle dystrophy or similar diseases. Not so Denninger. He could admit that it was all for the hot body he had craved since high-school and had never been able to get himself. Well that and proving his hypothesis. Naturally. The process itself had been painful, which wasn't surprising, seeing as most of his DNA was being forcibly rewritten by the virus. It had been worth it though. He felt confident and powerful and enjoyed every second of it. He let his new, much more impressive pecs bounce a little for his own amusement, flexed his arms and groped the new, highly enlarged bulge in his pants. He hadn't expected that last part, but didn't mind it at all. After jerking off furiously and covering himself and his bed in his spunk, he fell asleep. He had strange dreams: He saw snow-covered mountains and tundras, wide grass plains and at least once the ocean. All of these terrains felt strangely familiar now, even though Denninger had never even been to the ocean before. His muscles felt huge in these dreams, much bigger than even the improvement he had already gotten. They still felt like a light weight while he was hunting mammoths and running through the wilds of paleolithic europe. He groaned in his sleep. Slowly but surely his actual body began to stretch and grow even further without him noticing it... Not that he minded the additional muscle mass and power when he woke up the next day. Ok, there was a certain dizziness that he couldn't shake of, as if his thoughts were somehow different than before, a bit slower and more foggy. But nevermind that, he was getting even bigger than predicted! And he felt insanely horny. Absentmindedly he scratched the growing hair on his chest. Perhaps he should postpone his triumphant meeting with his colleagues for a day or so and instead spend the rest of the day masturbating and feeling his new body... That’s him a week later. His libido was still growing, as was his mass and his body hair. The meeting with his colleagues never happened, in fact he quit his job at the university a few days ago. The only thing he cared for now was giving his new adoring fans on the internet a show by stroking his thick shaft as often as possible. A week ago he had made sure to not get into sexual contact until the virus was out of his system,but those measures had been implemented by his old, frail self. And Dr. Denninger was slowly but surely becoming nothing more than a distant memory Den here was very willing to forget... That’s him now. His body has become too big for his old house, but fortunately his cam shows and a horde of worshippers are giving him all the money he needs for his new appartement. His gigantic chest is getting in the way of the camera soon and he actually looks forward to that. He doesn't really care for anything but food and satisfying his sexual needs anymore, both of which are constantly increasing proportionally to the size of his body. Every worshipper leaving his house does so with a stomach full with his potent cum and a hefty dose of the virus. And they don't mind that either...