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Greetings everyone! So here is my contribution for this year's Storiversary. This is probably my longest story to date, and frankly I could and might actually add in some of the scenes I was thinking about later, but for now it's a complete story and it's one I'm pretty proud of. So I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think Chapter 1 Geon was what most would call blessed. With both hands. Born of a well-to-do Korean family, he had a brilliant mind coupled with an excellent education, of which he excelled at by being top of his classes all through primary and secondary school. He was also genetically blessed by being taller than most at 6’3 and had incredibly handsome features. If that wasn’t enough genetic gifting, he also had a serious aptitude for athletics, and when the bodybuilding bug bit him around 17 or 18, he ran with it like he did with every other passion or pursuit in his life: to the pinnacle or extreme. Now having just celebrated his 25th birthday, he was a mountain of a man tipping the scales at nearly 290 lbs. of thick offseason bodybuilder muscle. Before you start cursing him too much, he did an incredible amount of hard work, learned a lot about diet as well as lifting, had the guidance of a great coach and finally had the help of a host of pharmacological boosts including all the legal and illegal varieties. Many would protest, and it all would fall on deaf ears, that he shouldn’t have done so much to his body at that age. Many experts agree that you should wait until late 20’s or later after you have maximized your natural potential, so they don’t cause any adverse reactions during your late stages of development. Geon however knew what he wanted, knew taking them was the path to get there, and was ready to accept the consequences of it. Besides, he excelled in the sciences, with a goal to pursue biochemistry at college in the United States. This is when our story really starts. Geon is finishing up the last classes and starting work on his thesis for his PhD in Biomedical Engineering. Part of that process involves working on a graduate experiment in a neuro mapping program to track eye movement and see what pathways activate in the brain. With the advent of virtual reality headsets and the advances that had been made in just a few years, they were able to get more detailed information on how the eyes and the brain link up to transmit and process visual information. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” Geon moaned as the fire alarm started blaring throughout the building. “Unbelievable.” He stood up from his chair, having just sat down and went over to his test subject to get them disconnected from all the wires and hardware to exit the building. “Really sorry about this Tim.” He apologized to his friend and subject as he was disconnecting things. “Half an hour to get you all set up for this and now it’s for nothing.” “No worries G.” Tim replied. “I know it’s not your fault… at least I assume it’s not as I can’t really see what you’ve been doing for the last couple minutes so it may have been you for all I know.” Tim shrugged his shoulders while attempting to help detangle himself from the spiders’ web of leads and electrodes attached to his head. “Ha! I wouldn’t do that to you man. Not after you took time to come down and help me. Guess we’ll just have to reschedule.” Geon then gave a long, exacerbated sigh of annoyance and defeat. “It’s cool man. I’ll let you know when I’ve got some free time later this week to try again.” Tim put his hand on his friends very large shoulder having finally extricated himself from the mess of wires without incident. They both headed out of the lab, down the stairs and outside. “At least I’ve got my work out later to have something productive out of this day.” Geon attempted to sound like he saw the silver lining and not allow his pent-up frustration of the day to show. This was just the straw that broke this massive camel’s back. One thing after another today had gone just off the rails. Not disastrous or unfixable, but nothing was going right. He was really looking forward to the gym now. That at least was one thing that never failed him. “Wish I could join you, but I promised a friend of mine I’d lift with him, plus I’ve got to help Bill with the last of the unpacking. You know he’s still upset with me about having that work trip right after the move?” “I know. Besides you guys need to get that place fixed up for the adoption agency visit right?” Geon was disappointed as Tim was the best lifting partner he’d ever had, but he understood. He and Bill had been trying to adopt a child for a while now and they were in the final stages of things. “Yeah. They need to do more inspections and things to make sure it’s a ‘suitable environment for a child’. Pain in the ass but needs to be done.” Try as he might to hide it, Tim secretly loved this. This was something he could actively do rather than sit around and wait for them to call. He would go through hell to make this adoption happen and as a lawyer was extremely used to having to deal with a lot of red tape for things like this. “Well let me know if you guys want help. You know Jack and I are here for you guys. We can lift later this week.” They got the all clear from the fire department that the building was safe so they could head back in. “Definitely man. Gotta try to catch up to you, don’t I?” Tim laughed and grabbed onto Geon’s massive upper arm to emphasize his question as they were climbing the stairs back to the lab. “You’ll never catch up. Cause I’m always growing!” Geon put up a quick double biceps shot to emphasize HIS point though it wasn’t necessary. It was hard to miss how huge he was, even though in his mind he still saw himself as the small 17-year-old 170 lb. string bean he used to be despite pushing nearly 300 lbs. now. In a few more years he’d be double his former size and it only made him hungrier for it. Tim let out a low whistle at the sight. “Damn G. They should run experiments on you to find out how you got this big, bottle and sell it! Make a fortune!” Geon laughed in reply. “Yeah but who’s to say I wouldn’t just steal all those bottles and make myself even bigger?” Laughing a bit more, with a slight nervous tone at this statement. Tim knew of his desire to get as huge as possible, but his true, deepest fantasies were the kind that made most people think him nuts, despite his exceptionally keen intellect. Geon wanted size that made the Hulk or Juggernaut look small. The kind of size that photoshop artists teased him with online. “Well make sure you save at least one bottle for me okay? Alright man, I’m gonna head out. Sorry I couldn’t be more help.” They hugged briefly before Tim grabbed his stuff and made his way out of the lab. With nothing more that could really be done today, Geon finished up a few things, grabbed his own stuff and headed home. It was barely 1PM but he was already mentally exhausted from the day. Another silver lining to the fire alarm was that he could rest for a couple hours now before heading to the gym. ***** The text message arrived around 4PM on Friday: Chris: Hey G! I’m about 2 hours out from you now according to GPS estimates. Stopped for gas and to stretch my legs a bit but should be there by 6. Looking forward to seeing you and lifting after this extended sitting session! 4:03pm Geon: Sounds good Chris! See you then. 4:13pm Geon replied quickly before returning to the task at hand. He was working on some more of the coding for the diagnostic software as well as looking over the newest test video to use on the VR headset. He was very much looking forward to being done for the day as it had been a very long week but he also knew he was going to have to work the next day as well, despite being a Saturday, in order to catch up on things and hopefully get ahead a bit too. Chris was a friend that he had met online approximately a year-and-a-half ago who was coming to visit as part of a week-long birthday road trip. The two bonded initially over their mutual love of bodybuilding; get bigger, leaner, stronger, etc. and since then had developed a friendship based on that as well as other mutual interests. This trip was the third time that Chris visited New York City, so they had scheduled some time to work out followed by spending a little bit of time together. Chris had a very busy schedule and lots of people to meet on this trip so it would only be a few hours in all they would hang out. He worked for the next two hours finishing up the last of the work emails before the weekend in between smoothing out some of the VR display coding. After he hit send on the last email, Geon packed up his stuff and headed out to get onto the subway for the gym. When he arrived, Tim was already there with a friend of his who was also in town for a quick visit. Due to their recent work schedules, Geon and Tim weren’t going to be able to lift together again today. Geon was about 45 minutes through his workout leaving only a couple of exercises left before a text message from Chris arrived saying that he had parked and was on his way in. Geon was easy to spot even amongst the dozens of other quality meat heads that this particular New York Gym provided. Chris wound his way through the equipment to say a proper hello. Chris gave a quick apology and explanation of why he was so late, most of which came down to his first experience driving in New York City and being unprepared for the traffic conditions. Chris asked a couple of quick questions including how long Geon was going to continue working out before heading into the locker room for a quick change so that he could attempt to join in. While Chris was changing into workout clothes, Tim and his friend came into the locker room and started changing after finishing up their own workout. Tim said a quick hello and goodbye to Chris before rushing out for his own evening plans. Chris rushed out of the locker room and had a very quick 20 to 30-minute workout only doing 3-4 sets on a few exercises. It turned out to be more work than he anticipated doing given the fact that he was extremely frustrated from the drive and the fact that there was only about 20 minutes left before Geon was finished and would head home. When they were both done and headed to the locker room change, Chris finally had a chance to catch up with his friend and ask him how things were going with work and other things going on in his life. Geon very quickly let him know about the work troubles that week including the recent fire alarm debacle with Tim explaining how it set his work back for the day. He was also able to discuss a little bit more about how his work was progressing given some recent changes in procedure as well as new technology that they were attempting to interface to run their experiments. “Hey, I don't suppose you would be able to give me a lift home so that I wouldn't have to take the subway back?” Geon asked only half-heartedly joking knowing that that was what the initial plan was going to be. “Sorry, no.” was Chris’ response. “I figured I’d make you take the subway for 45 minutes while I drove there and sat in the car waiting for you. Though admittedly, it will probably take me that long to both find parking, and successfully parallel park!” They both laughed at this. “That was actually my plan the entire time. Give us a bit more time to hang out tonight since I missed most of the workout. Though I know how much of a fan you are of taking the subway.” Chris clapped Geon on his very large shoulder before he finished packing up his gym bag and they left the building. To both of their very great surprise, Chris had managed to find street parking only about half a block away from where the gym was. They both tossed their bags into the back seat and began the 20-minute car ride to Geon’s apartment. “So, tell me some more about this experiment that you're running” Chris asked. Geon started to explain it using somewhat layman's terms. Knowing that Chris had a background in technology he didn't have to put it into extremely basic terms for him to understand, however given Geon’s own experience is trying to explain things to his other friends and loved ones, if you overdo the technobabble, most people’s eyes glaze over and they really wouldn't understand or retain much of the information. By the time they arrived at Geon’s apartment he had finished explaining most of it. “That all sounds really cool! Plus, the next logical step for the advancement of VR technology. Not to mention that given those advances in the hardware it will make the detection of minute changes in eye movement and pupil dilation much easier to detect.” Chris replied after Geon took a break explaining most of the work that they had done integrating the new VR technology to the experiment. As Geon unlocked his apartment, he heard more than one voice on the other side of the door. It turned out once he got inside the apartment, the extra voice was a friend of his partner Jack and they both were on their way out as Jack had offered to drive him home rather than having him take the subway. This would allow Geon and Chris a chance to catch up a little bit more and in quieter surroundings than what he was originally anticipating. They quickly found out though that they were going to need to turn around and leave themselves given the fact that Geon hadn’t gone to the grocery store in the last couple of days and therefore had no food in the apartment. “I don't suppose you'd mind driving us over to the grocery store so that I could pick up some stuff, would you?” Geon asked Chris raising his eyebrows slightly knowing full well that they both needed to have some fuel after their workout. Chris gave an exaggerated moan of sarcastic annoyance before grinning. “So really the only reason you wanted to see me was to be your personal chauffeur for a day or so? Any other errands you want to do while I’m here Sir?” Chris put on a snotty British accent at this before he let out a laugh. “No not a problem at all. It will give me a chance to get some more New York driving experience under my belt. Although given the fact that I have an out of state license plate I feel a bit more of a target than I would have liked!” They both put shoes back on and went downstairs to head over to the grocery store. This time Chris let Geon drive the rental car because he was tired from the 9-hour drive that he had getting into the city not to mention the ever so slightly stressful amount of time he had while in the city of navigating around highly aggressive drivers. On the drive there and back they chatted more about things that were going on with them: Chris’ next stop on his road trip, the people he was going to see, etc. Chris asked some more about the experiments Geon was conducting, what all he needed for his decertation and while Geon was explaining more, mentioned the fact that he was looking to have some more subjects in order to get a wider selection of data to compile “Well if you're looking for more willing victims, I'd be happy to volunteer.” Chris told him after they had parked the car back at the apartment. “Oh no, that's fine” Geon replied “I couldn't ask you to do that while you're on vacation! This is time for you to relax and have fun not being treated like a lab rat!” “Hey, as long as I get some cheese at the end, I really don't have a problem with being a lab rat!” Chris replied laughing at his own joke “Besides, it'll give us a little bit more time to hang out. I really would like to see your lab and what it is that you're doing in person as it sounds really fascinating.” Geon still looked dubious. “I tell you what, I’ve got 1-2 hours free in my schedule tomorrow. There is someone I was planning to meet but I haven't heard back from so I may even have more time than that. How about I text you in the morning and let you know for sure what's going on. If I have a few hours to spare, I'll definitely come over and help you with your experiment.” It seemed like Geon wasn't going to win this argument, so he begrudgingly agreed. In his head however he was secretly very excited about having another subject to test his experiment on. The following morning Geon received text message letting him know that Chris would be available to come in and help with the experiment. He sent back directions to the lab building and met Chris downstairs in the lobby to escort him via the employee’s elevator which required a key card. After a quick tour of the lab, Geon led him to the testing room where they would be working. “I have to say this is not exactly what I expected.” Chris said with a look of mock disappointment. “And what exactly were you expecting? Geon asked eyebrows slightly raised wondering where this was going to go. Chris shrugged his shoulders with the beginnings of a grin playing on his face. “Something a little bit more Frankenstein's lab. You know, monochrome environment with test tubes everywhere, multicolored liquids bubbling over Bunsen burners, giant machines covered in knobs and switches with electricity sparking between them.” The grin became more pronounced as he said this indicating that he was kidding. “Well most of the test tubes are in another room on this same floor and as for all the electrical machines, those are best kept on the roof so that when we have those good lightning storms, they can get a good charge.” Geon grinned back playing into the conversation. “So, what exactly does my participation as your guinea pig in this experiment require me to do?” Chris asked. “Is this going to be like a physical exam at the doctor's office where I have to strip down so you put me in a hospital gown or is it less invasive than that?” “No there will be no need for stripping unless you really want to.” Geon replied laughing a little bit. “I will if you will.” Chris replied giving him a quick wink and eying Geon up and down. Chris had always been extremely impressed with Geon’s physique as it has been one of the things that had initially drawn him to start up a conversation 2 years ago. Chris was always extremely encouraging and supportive of Geon especially when he had those days or merely those moments where he felt like he wasn’t as big or developed as he should be. This had always been of slight annoyance to Chris as he would kill to look like Geon did, but then again, the same could be said about himself that others would like to look like him. There had been some light flirting between the two of them since the beginning but unfortunately it never progressed much further than that. It seemed like every time they were together Chris consciously had to be on his best behavior. Even though they had a good time in their handful of in person meetings, neither seemed to be quite as flirtatious in person as he was when he was texting. “I tell you what,” Geon said, “You be a good little rat this experiment and give me some information I can use and maybe afterwards your reward will be that I'll take my shirt off for you.” “Now this is a reward system that I can get behind! WAY better than cheese!” Chris said with a broad grin. “I'll have to make sure that I do my very best and maybe I can get more than just the shirt off of you.” Chris gave Geon’s shirt a quick tug still grinning evilly. “Well I'm ready when you are Herr Docktor! Guess it's time to hook me into all of this… stuff.” They spent the next 20 to 30 minutes getting Chris hooked up to all the diagnostic equipment, running the initial tests to make sure that all the equipment was functioning and receiving data and that Chris was comfortable. Finally, when Geon said that they were just about finished and ready to start, Chris made the quick comment about having Geon check to make sure that nobody was going to pull another fire alarm so that they'd have to disentangle everything. “I don't think there's much risk of that again!” Geon said with a slight laugh although he was inwardly seriously hoping that there wasn't going to be anything else that would cause a delay. “Looks like all the equipment is up and running so I'm going to go ahead and set up the first test for you. Your field of vision is going to be filled with various colors. All I need you to do is when each color comes up, consciously think of what color it is that you're seeing. Just relax and I’ll take care of the rest!” Geon said to his newest test subject. “This is so cool. Feels like I’m about to be jacked into the Matrix!” Chris replied with a toothy grin as he settled into the chair. “Well not quite as I don’t have that big brain spike to shove in the back of your head, but maybe this will lead to that! We’re going to get a baseline of what pathways activate when you see certain things.” “Gotcha. Fire when ready!” Chris replied still grinning even though all he saw for now was darkness. “I’m going to put the headphones on now. You’ll hear my voice come through on them, but I won’t be able to hear you once I close the chamber door. Just give me a thumbs up to let me know you’ve heard and understood the next set of instructions okay?” Chris gave a thumbs up and Geon secured the noise cancelling headphones. Geon started up the first test. Checking to make sure all the leads were sending back data he allowed himself to relax a bit as the test ran its course. After a couple minutes the test concluded. “Great job Chris. Now we’ll move to the next test. This one will be a series of simple shapes in various colors. Just like last time I need you to think of the color as well as the shape. Like ‘green square’ or ‘orange star’ got it?” “Got it.” Chris said before he gave a quick thumbs up to confirm he understood and settled back in. Geon started the next test sequence and watched the readouts. This time more neural activity was shown as it was a more complex task than a full vision of color. Several more minutes passed while that program ran, and the results were recorded. “Alright, next one is going to be a combination of shapes and colors. This time try to think of as many as you can. They will start to display faster and faster so if you can’t think of them fast enough don’t worry. This is more to measure your reaction time of conscious thought to what your brain initially sees.” Chris gave a quick thumbs up to show he was ready and understood. While the test was running, Geon looked over the raw data coming in noticing that Chris was responding better than any of the other subjects previously. They continued through the next few sets of experiments progressing further and further up until it got to the final test. “Okay Chris, this last one will be a series of images flashing across the screen. All you need to do is relax as the images play across the screen. Don't give any kind of conscious thought to what you’re seeing, just let your mind relax so it can absorb the images that it sees.” With one final thumbs up, Chris settled himself back into the chair awaiting the program the launch. Geon queued up a small sample of the side project he was working on with great excitement. It took 10 more minutes to conclude the final test. As the last of the machinery shut down, Geon began the process of unplugging all the diagnostic equipment from Chris. During this time Chris didn't move or respond to any external stimuli. When Geon took off the VR headset there was a slight dazed, glassy-eyed expression on Chris's face. Geon shook his shoulder as if to rouse him from falling asleep even though his eyes were wide open. “Chris can you hear me?” It took a couple more shakes but eventually Chris blinked his eyes a few times and seemed to suddenly become aware of his surroundings. “Whoa, sorry. Guess I zoned out for a second there. Did you get all you need?” Chris asked still trying to clear the cobwebs from his brain. More than I expected Geon thought. “In terms of this portion, yes. I want to grab your vitals quick to compare them to before the test. Geon removed all the remaining equipment from Chris' head leaving the blood pressure cuff, pulse, and other bio monitors attached. “So, does this mean I know Kung Fu now?” Chris asked with the slight chuckle. “Only if you knew it before we started.” Gian replied. “Well that's slightly disappointing. After that last test I kind of expected that I would I know Kung Fu.” Geon looked slightly puzzled at this statement. Chris explained further, “Did you ever see that TV show Chuck?” “No, it wasn't one that I ever watched.” Gian replied. “Well it basically was this average guy who works tech support at a Best Buy like company. One night he gets an email from an old college buddy with an attachment that contains what they called the Intersect. It was all the government's classified secrets embedded with information in a series of random images. Whenever the main character gets a visual trigger, he's able to recall information that was stored in those images. Later on in the series it also includes various technical skills including him learning Kung Fu.” Chris concluded his synopsis. “Sounds interesting and yes, it is fairly similar to what we're trying to do here except for the fact that we're not trying to embed information we're simply trying to map out how the brain processes various forms of visual stimulation. Not to mention I thought that was more reference to the Matrix.” Chris couldn't help but laugh. “Yeah it did have the added benefit of a two-fold reference between both a TV show and a movie!” “I tell you what, if you start suddenly being able to do Kung Fu, call me immediately because that's going to be a patent worthy discovery that I'm going to want to capitalize on right away!” Geon clapped Chris on the shoulder as they both left the lab and started to walk back to Geon’s apartment. “So, did I do a good enough job to see you out of your shirt?” Chris asked giving a mischievous grin and side eye to Geon as they made their way through the bustle of students. “I don’t know. I’ll have to wait to see what the results were before I can say how well you did. Going to take a while to go through all that data.” Geon said doing his best to keep a straight face and speak in a professional tone, but by the end he saw Chris’ grin and returned one of his own. This earned him an elbow shove. “Not funny! Though given how many IOU’s I’ve saved up from my visits, I think if I cashed them all in, you’d be naked and performing some tests of your own.” Chris had his own thoughtful, business like tone now. “Oh really?” Geon asked with raised eyebrows looking surprised yet intrigued. “Oh yeah!” Chris replied. “By my count I’m owed at least a strip tease, and/or posing session, between 30 and 60 minutes of muscle worship, and 3… no 4 hours of cuddles after. Though truthfully the order is up to discussion.” “And what sorts of tests do you think you’d perform?” Geon asked getting more interested in where this was going. “All sorts! There are the purely empirical ones of getting stats and measurements. As a fellow scientist you understand the importance of continued information gathering in an ongoing experiment. Plus, there are other tests to see how your body reacts to certain stimuli, and it’s resistance to constricting forces.” Geon chuckled slightly as Chris finished his purpose for these tests. “So basically, you want to get a tape measure, have me flex for you, feel me up and have me hulk out of my clothes?” “Basically yes.” Chris said in a flat tone before dropping the business-like façade and laughing. “Though you don’t need to make it sound so dull and clinical.” “I think that’s an experiment I can get behind. Though I have to ask if you’re going to do as any good researcher does and have multiple subjects to verify results.” “Well that is how the scientific method works. I need to make sure I can replicate the results. Or at least, as closely as possible. I’d be hard pressed to find someone of your stature. Though speaking of hard pressed…” Chris trailed off here as they had gotten onto the elevator at Geon’s apartment building. The doors had just closed, and Chris maneuvered behind Geon so he could wrap his arms around him. Once he did so, he backed up against the wall of the elevator so that he could feel all of Geon’s mass pressing him hard against the wall. He held Geon there for a few seconds, knowing the elevator ride was short but still allowing a quiet moan to escape him. When the elevator slowed and dinged to alert they had reached the right floor, Chris relaxed his grip. “God, I love science.” He said grinning at Geon as they left the elevator. It was a short walk from there to the apartment but along the way Chris could smell something being cooked somewhere on this floor. Whatever it was, as he couldn’t quite identify it, smelled delicious and it was then his stomach let out a very audible growl. “Well as much as this rat would like his metaphorical cheese reward, I’m thinking actual cheese might serve me better. Anything I could munch on ‘til I head out?” Chris asked while rubbing his stomach slightly taken aback at how hungry he suddenly was. “Do you not remember who you’re talking to? You saw me get enough food for an army last night! Though truth be told.” Geon had led the way into the apartment and closed the door as he said this. “I know you’re in the mood for beef.” He dropped his bag and gave a double bicep shot. A basal groan emanated from Chris at this. He had seen Geon do this in many pictures, and even in person a few times during his contest prep the year before. However, he was about 50 or so pounds smaller then and the sheer size of Geon standing before him was intoxicating. Before Chris could reply though, his stomach gave another loud rumble almost the same volume as his groan of longing mere seconds earlier. Geon couldn’t help but laugh. “How about a bit of both? We can both have something to eat, you can get started on your initial assessment before we run the other tests.” “Deal.” Chris agreed and they started to get lunch, or rather second lunch ready. While Geon was getting the food out and onto plates, Chris was absentmindedly feeling Geon’s body in various places. Rubbing his shoulders, down his arms, up his back, and continuing in light ways so as not to interrupt the food preparation process. He truly was as equally hungry for food and to worship Geon which surprised him given that he had eaten before arriving at Geon’s lab only an hour ago. After a couple minutes of feeling Geon in various places as he attempted to cook food, Chris couldn’t take any more and grabbed a nearby shaker from the dish drain, went over to where he knew Geon kept protein powder and dumped in three scoops worth of mix before filling it at the sink. “Sure, help yourself to my stuff man. Not a problem!” Geon’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he kept browning the beef on the stove. Chris gave him a side eye as he was in the process of chugging the drink. After the first couple gulps, he held up his finger to indicate that it would be a minute before he could reply. “Chug, chug, chug!” Geon started chanting like a frat boy which only seemed to encourage Chris. Indeed, after no more than 2 minutes he had polished off the whole drink without pausing for breath. “God, I needed that!” Chris gasped and started to rinse out the shaker. “Sorry I didn’t really ask but I was seriously about to resort to cannibalism in a minute! I can’t remember EVER being that hungry… in either sense.” “What do you mean?” Geon asked looking at him with interest. “I mean that I’m borderline ravenous. The kind of hungry that’s well beyond mere inconvenience and more painful, even desperate. Honestly that barely took the edge off!” Chris rubbed his stomach as he said this. “Well you’re welcome to some more if you need it. Didn’t you have anything to eat yet today?” Geon asked looking both worried and stern. He had talked to Chris several times about his diet and needing to eat regularly if he expected to apply and real change to his physique. “Yeah I had something about an hour or so before I got to the lab. Not a huge breakfast, but substantial enough that I didn’t think I’d need to eat for a bit, let alone be that hungry.” “And what was that crack about cannibalism?” Geon asked looking in mock terror. “Just meant that had you really flexed for me, I probably would have started eating you. Seriously. There would have been the first level of licking, kissing, really just marinating the meat, but then soon biting and… well I’ll leave the rest to your imagination!” Chris said while truly eyeing Geon up like a piece of meat. “Well let’s avoid that by you getting the rice out of the fridge and portioning out some for each of us. Heat it up in the microwave and by then this should be done. Hot sauce is in the fridge too if you want any.” They finished up their respective tasks to complete lunch and sat down to eat. As they ate in mostly silence, Chris couldn’t stop his hands from roaming across Geon’s body. For the first time he really allowed himself to relax a bit and appreciate his friend’s impressive physique. Geon chose not to flex so as not to awaken any of Chris’ latent cannibalistic tendencies, at least nothing beyond the work it took to extend the fork to and from his plate. Geon did notice however that Chris seemed to be really warm. Granted they had never sat so close so this could have been his normal level of heat output. Geon himself was like a furnace at his size so for him to notice the body heat of someone else meant they must be putting out quite a lot. He was about to comment on this when he remembered Chris saying he ran warmer than most plus at that point he had gotten up to deposit his dishes in the sink. As he was coming back to the couch though Geon noticed that he was sweating quite a bit more than he expected given that they hadn’t done anything to strenuous nor was it that warm in the apartment, despite being on the 5th floor. Suddenly Chris’ phone started buzzing. He took it out and Geon saw briefly that it was an alarm. “Damnit.” Chris said turning off the alarm before putting it back in his pocket. “Now that I’ve satisfied one hunger, I’m going to have to go before I can satisfy the second!” “I didn’t think you were leaving so quickly today.” Geon said trying to recall specifics of Chris’ itinerary. “Initially I wasn’t but my friend Rick that I’m going to see said he got tickets to see that new Detective Pikachu movie with me and his kid. He got them for a late afternoon show so we could do dinner after and a workout after that… and another meal after that. So, I gave myself a bit of extra time to make sure I can actually get there since I don’t know what traffic will be like.” “I’m sure once you get a bit outside of Manhattan, you’ll be okay. It tends to lighten up not too long after that. What does your GPS tell you for the arrival?” Geon asked. “It’s just over 2 hours according to Google. Which I don’t trust absolutely, but they do a decent job of updating to current traffic conditions. Even still, I’m adding in an extra 30 minutes as I like to err on the side of caution. Though I could say eff you, Pikachu if it meant I could spend some time fulfilling a slightly belated birthday wish...” Chris said with a seductive tone in his voice tracing his fingers up and down Geon’s arm. Almost right on que they heard a voice outside and the sounds of the key in the lock of the door. With a jerk Chris slid away from Geon and started fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket. Jack came in and commented on how he wasn’t expecting to see them, well Geon at least, he only briefly acknowledged Chris’ presence. He then started launching into a laundry list of things to Geon ranging from things that happened to him that day, to messages he wanted to pass on, to reminding him of various things mostly regarding his flight the next day. It took a few minutes before there was the slightest break for Chris to get a word in saying that he was heading out. Geon had finished his lunch by this point and took the dishes over to the sink giving Jack a quick kiss in the process. Chris stood up as well taking this as the sign for him to leave. He gave Geon a quick hug and as they broke apart Geon noticed how flushed Chris looked, as well as how warm he really seemed to be. “Text me when you get there okay?” Geon said picking up on how uncomfortable Chris was and trying to smooth things over. “I will. Thanks again for lunch and I hope I was able to help with your experiment.” Chris said with a slight tremble in his voice. He fished for his keys and turned for the door. Jack had already disappeared into the other room and neither seemed all that interested in saying goodbye to the other. “Take care Geon. I’ll talk to you later.” And without another glance back, Chris was out the door. ***** Chris: Hey G. You have some free time tomorrow afternoon? I’ll be coming back through NYC on my way home and I really need to talk to you about something. 11:31pm Geon: Everything okay? 11:35pm. Geon replied with the slightest twinge of worry. Chris: I’m fine, but it’s something I need to discuss face to face. 11:35pm Geon: Yeah I can free up some time. When were you thinking? 11:36pm Chris: I’ll be there between 2 and 3. 11:36pm Geon: Awesome. See you then! 11:37pm Geon couldn’t suppress the spark of excitement that flashed through his mind. He’d been wondering about Chris’s sudden hunger and high temperature all day and couldn’t help but get excited by what it could mean. Is he already seeing results? Geon thought. If so, it’s happening faster than I thought. But why wouldn’t he say something if that were the case? Must be something else. It’s probably about how awkward things were when Jack got home. The last couple of times Chris and Jack had interacted face to face, Chris talked to Geon about how much his partner upset him. Granted some of it he was sure Chris was overreacting about, but there was one thing during his last trip he agreed with Chris on that Jack had been a major asshole for no reason. He probably just wanted to explain his side of things again, even though Geon really didn’t want to hear for a third time how Chris’ feelings were hurt. Especially when the only thing he could say Jack did that was slightly offensive was not say goodbye, but Chris seemed highly agreeable to that having already told Geon he wanted as little interaction with Jack as possible. He checked Chris’ Instagram feed to see if he had updated anything and there wasn’t anything new after his picture with Geon earlier that day. If things had gone as planned, he would have definitely posted something. Geon was sure of it. It must be something else. But what if… ***** Geon awoke when his alarm went off with a highly disgruntled groan. Blindly looking for the phone to silence it just for a few minutes as he was not ready to start the day yet, given his surprise late night. After his brief conversation with Chris the night before, he stayed up for hours remotely accessing the data from his lab computer to analyze Chris’ results. Regardless of whether his suspicions were true or not, he needed to start going over the data for the experiment, but his excitement kept rising the more he saw. Chris’ results were higher than anyone’s, including his own, which caused Geon to wonder what he would see the next day. As a byproduct of his inability to stop and sleep, he only got to bed and fallen asleep about 2 hours before this highly annoying alarm pulled him rudely back to consciousness. His annoyance dissipated quickly once he remembered what was going on that day. He had to take Jack to the airport for a flight and then would go to the gym. Then he would be able to meet Chris to discuss whatever was so important. When the phone went off a second time, Geon finally shut it off and picked up his phone. He quickly scanned notifications and messages and once that was done pulled up Instagram and checked on the new postings. Chris still hadn’t posted anything so Geon’s hope that his hunch was right seemed dashed. Tempter your excitement and remain objective. A creed his father taught him many years ago whenever Geon’s passion started to supersede his scientific nature. “Babe, you up yet? We need to get going to the airport soon!” Jack called from the other room. “I’m up.” He called back and fully rolled out of bed. He was pulling out clothes to go take a shower in when his phone buzzed notifying him of a message. Chris: Still estimated to arrive at your place around 2. That work or you need me to meet you somewhere else, say the gym? 10:12am Geon: My place is fine. I’ll be done with the gym by then and will be back home. 10:14am Chris: Damn. Well maybe I’ll try to get back sooner so I can lift with you since I missed most of it last time. 10:15am Geon: No don’t do that! You spend time with your friend. Don’t cut that short! 10:16am Chris told Geon that the friend he was staying with now up in Connecticut was someone he hadn’t seen in about 10 years. Besides, he had a feeling that given some of the events going on this weekend in the city, traffic was going to suck. Given it was Sunday, the airport was usually busy all day as people left/returned to be back for work. Chris: Okay. I’ll text when I’m close. 10:17am Geon: Safe travels! 10:18am Still no indication as to what’s going on… “Babe, we need to get going soon, traffic is going to suck because of the holiday.” Jack called out. “Babe I know! I’m getting in the shower.” Geon called back his irritation returning. “Should have been done by now. If you would have gone to bed last night- “ “I was working!” Geon cut him off now really annoyed. “I’m sorry I’m not ready to go on your timetable but I have shit to do too ya know!” “Shit you could have waited to do today after you took me to the airport.” Jack snapped back. “I’m getting in the shower.” Geon called and closed the door to the bathroom. He loved his partner but that didn’t mean he didn’t also dislike him a lot of the time. The drive to the airport took a bit longer than estimated, though time went by quickly given that he and Jack argued the majority of the way there about what route was best to take, Jack saying there would have been less traffic an hour ago if they left when he wanted, and other remarks that made Geon more than a little grateful to say goodbye at curbside when Jack got out. He begrudgingly gave him a kiss when Jack pulled his puppy dog/little kid routine. Geon had to admit that look was hard to resist, but he was getting better with practice. Traffic back was even worse. By the time he cleared the airport proper it was already almost 1. He was in the process of texting Chris this update when one appeared from him. Chris: Hey G. I left a bit ahead of schedule and will be there in about 30 min. I completely spaced that today was Mother’s Day and they’ve got some family stuff planned here so I don’t want to intrude. You want me to still meet you at your place? 12:42pm Geon: Head to the gym. I’m running late after taking Jack to the airport, so I’ll probably get there the same time you do with this traffic. 12:45pm Chris: Oh excellent! I was hoping to get a proper lift with you this trip! I’ll see you there! 12:47pm Geon usually didn’t drive much in the city preferring to take the subway most places as it was easier, and he didn’t have to find parking. However, it would take him twice as long to use the subway now, so he just went directly to the gym. He managed to find a parking spot just one street away and as he was walking up to the gym saw Chris standing outside waiting for him. “Guess it’s only fair I get here first this time!” Chris said grinning. “Yeah was up too late last night working and was behind this morning getting ready. Plus, Jack was being… well Jack. You know how he is. Is that what you were so insistent on talking to me about? How he treated you yesterday?” Geon said with the slightest hint of irritation. “What? Oh no.” Chris said, waving his hand dismissively while shaking his head. “Well not exactly. Though now you mention it, there was something I’ve been meaning to tell you that I thought of after Halloween when I was here.” “About Jack?” Geon asked as they were walking down the stairs to the gym. “Yeah. It occurred to me after another conversation with someone. Jack is like a puppy. He’s highly energetic, craves constant attention and affection, sometimes makes too much noise for no reason, and gets very territorial over his space. You’re used to that type of behavior being around him all the time so for you it’s the status quo.” Chris said as they entered the locker room. “That’s fair.” Geon said curious where this was going. “Whereas I’m like a cat. Usually very mellow, likes to take naps, only needs a bit of attention, when I chose to have it, but otherwise completely content to be on my own. I think it’s a personality you’re not much used to dealing with given Jack and the types of people he tends to be around. You’re used to having to constantly entertain him, or more accurately him being constantly in motion or talking which is why it seemed so weird when I was so quiet and mellow that you felt like you had to entertain me. So quite literally, our past issues can be equated to fighting like cats and dogs.” Geon looked at Chris and laughed as he set his stuff down on the bench. “You know what, you’re right. You guys were like oil and water. And while I appreciate you taking the high road and giving him another chance, I guess in other ways it’s like teaching an old dog, new tricks!” “Well played!” Chris said laughing. “You kept the analogy going and accurately too! It helped me to deal with a lot of the crap I was going through about him and his behavior last trip. Now, it’s truly the same as looking at him like a puppy. I can’t get mad at him for it, but it’s not my place to try and change him. Besides.” Chris said eyeing Geon and holding the bottom of his shirt poised to pull it up over his head. “I think there are other changes that will be taking priority for us to discuss.” And with that Chris pulled the shirt over his head. He had been wearing a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt, which took until this moment for Geon to register as strange given it was in the mid 70’s today. But as soon as the shirt cleared his head, Geon understood why. “Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!” Chris said winking at him.
<i>Old, old thing.</I> Four boxes. That's all it had taken to completely wipe me the hell out. Four boxes out of a two-bedroom house with full basement, that still needed to be moved. This was going to be a hell of a day. Let's go back a bit. James, this guy at work with whom I'm pretty good friends, had asked me to help him move. I did, with the understanding that there would be about five of us there. The whole thing didn't sound so bad - James has a nice little house out in the country and hanging out, lifting a couple of couches and drinking some beers on a mild day sounded fine. That was my mindset at 5 pm Friday. Come 9:17 am, Saturday, I got to James' and found the other guys had punked out, the heat index was supposed to peak at 90 and he didn't have a chance to hit the store before coming home to finish packing last night. And there's the four boxes out of what seems to be hundreds that kicked my ass, only a half-hour into the move. Plus furniture. Plus god knows what else in this place. James was in the same spot. "I'm sorry man, I thought I had those guys nailed down. And I had no idea it was going to get this hot today. The forecast said upper seventies at the most." I stifled my real response. "No, it's cool. Shouldn't take too long." To die of heat exhaustion, that is. "Listen," he said. "This isn't going to work." Yes! I expected a free pass- he'd hire some guys to do it for him, or we'd wait until a better time - say the middle of January. "I'll be right back, I have something in the refrigerator that will help." He left the room. Refrigerator? What, was he expecting Gatorade or something to help us move two million tons of his junk? He returned from the kitchen, holding what looked to be a glass of Gatorade. Of course. "Here, drink this. A friend of mine at the university's been working on it in his spare time. It'll help with your, um, stamina, that sort of thing," he said as he handed me the glass. I looked at the lime green liquid. "This? This is your solution?" He looked a bit anxious. "Trust me. Actually, I'm glad the other guys didn't show up. I didnt' have enough of this for everyone. I drank some a few minutes ago and I'm already feeling better." He looked at his watch. "Actually, can you excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back." He headed upstairs into the master bedroom, leaving me there with the glass of whatever the hell it was. Smelled like your basic lime-green sports drink. Oh well, it was cold, I was thirsty and I'm much higher up on the beverage food chain. I downed it in one gulp. It wasn't bad, pretty good, actually, with a nice warming sensation on the way down. At the time, I chalked it up to some kind of placebo effect, but I was beginning to genuinely feel better, when I heard a noise upstairs. It was some kind of crashing, with a small yell. I rushed up- it was the room James had gone into - the master bedroom. The door was partly open and I brushed it aside. What I saw still- well, I- I still have trouble describing it, though I've visualized it over and over, with the rest of that whole weird, hot day. What I saw was James. Covered in sweat, completely nude with his back to me. His clothes folded on the bed, in a neat pile. That alone would be strange enough, as I usually don't strip down when I have folks over, much less when I'm moving everything I own to a new house. That wasn't the strangest part, though. Now, I'd never see him with his shirt off, much less his pants, but I could have sworn he was bigger, somehow. More muscular and, well, growing. His whole body was this surging mass of muscle. His back looked like he was flexing it- every muscle was throbbing, swelling and contracting, but retaining size with every cycle. It was bizarre, I could have sworn I'd heard his skin stretching. He was kneeling alongside a dresser, using it to support himself. With every deep strained breath, his arm flexed a bit more - his fingers were even getting bigger, making indentations into the mahogany. I caught myself being hypnotized- no, that's not right. No, I was getting turned on by the whole process, watching his glistening body swell bigger and harder, imagining the power in those increasingly dense muscles. His breathing wasn't that of someone going through some painful change. It was closer to the type of breathing you did when you discovered exactly what your body can do right around age 13 and did it over and over again, for the sheer pleasure of it. Then the breathing changed to an occasional grunting, as his body shuddered. He just stayed there, his massive back heaving, our breathing the only sound in the room. "Matt?" I was startled as he cut the silence. "James? I, um.. God, man, what- what the hell is this?" "Don't worry, don't freak out. It's cool. Can you come over here and help me out?" I'm not sure, but I think I said something in the affirmative, because I found myself walking over to him. He just seemed to look bigger and thicker and wider as I got closer- the smell of his sweat, his something, his maleness just got to me. I touched his back- it was hot to the touch. "Yeah, you might want to wait a second before any contact. Side-effect. Push that metal stool over, could you?" I could and I did, just staring, without a single coherent thought in my head. There was a clicking ound, as he took his massive fingers out of the grooves they'd made in the top of the dresser. He placed both hands on the stool - it bend under his massive bulk. It seemed this wasn't the first time he'd had to do this, there was a bit of a ritual to it. First he leaned forward, causing the muscle in his arms and back to bunch up even more. Then the legs bent, flaring calves outward, causing thick veins to rise to the surface. He rocked back slightly and put those powerful legs to work, getting the rest of him upright. As he went up with a grunt, that ass- that amazing damned ass - just hardened into strips of deeply striated marble. Then he turned around. Oh man, did he turn around. I had to back up a bit, you see. It wasn't just muscle that had grown. I had to back up to avoid the roughly thirteen-inch erection as thick as my forearm James was now sporting. Up to that point, I had always considered myself straight, with the chance of going bi after a heavy night of drinking. At that moment, I would deny even knowing what a woman's breasts looked like, if it meant I could get a chance to touch that thing. "Matt? Matt? Matt, up here." I looked up - he'd gained about four inches on me in height, too. There was James' face, on a head, resting on a neck packed tight muscle sitting atop the thickest, beefiest, densest torso that had ever existed. "James, what..." I trailed off, looking over the thick pecs, pusing hard brown nipples downward, the deep eight-pack of abs leading to that incredible area where the legs join the torso and the aformentioned massive erection. "Matt, you need to listen. This is normal. That will become apparent in," he looked at the clock on the nightstand, "about five minutes." Five minutes? What the hell was he talking about? "That fluid we drank is a temporary growth serum. In a few minutes you'll be feeling the effects and - up here, Matt, that will stil be there once you've changed- and I decided to go first to give you an idea of what will happen. Now the first thing I'd suggest is trying to relax and maybe removing your clothes, though shredding them is fun and I do have extras if you need an outfit." "Wait- What? Serum? What? Why?" "Well, there's no way we're going to move this stuff today by ourselves, so I thought I'd help things along a bit. Besides, I haven't changed in a couple of weeks and wanted to do it with a friend." "But that's insane! I- I don't know what to think. Listen, I have to get out of here. I don't know what you're talking about - experimenting on me, growth... I don't know." I was confused, I had no idea what he was talking about. What happened? Why did I all of a sudden feel like fucking one of my friends? One of my friends that had grown into a 6'7" behemoth covered in layers of dense, cut muscle? I had to get out. I was panicking, it was too much to handle. I turned to leave the bedroom, when it hit - I was on fire, felt like I was burning up, sweating all over. James bounded over to catch me as I fell. I could feel his huge arms and chest through my damp t-shirt. His massive cock rested against my leg, throbbing with each beat of his heart. My dose kicked in. It had started. I slumped back to the bed and sat down, the room began to waver in front of me- I felt like I couldn't move. As hot as I'd been earlier, things became warmer, stifilingly so. My stomach was where it started- it felt as though I was going down a very steep hill, but wasn't anywhere near reaching bottom. James knelt in front of me and put his massive hand on my shoulder. "Matt? You have to listen to me. Just try to relax and don't fight it. It hurts at first, but gets better, okay?" All I could do was nod, I tried opening my mouth, but all that came out was a grunt as the first wave hit and my body stiffened. "Here, man, let's get you out of these - easier for your first time." I felt weird, almost swimming, as he grasped my t-shirt and tore the thing in half. I looked down and saw my chest and stomach covered in sweat. The skin was alive, writhing, pulsing. I found it harder to breathe, my heart was beating off the scale. Another wave and another groan. "It's okay, Matt. Focus-- I'm right here, just relax," he said, as he made quick work of my shorts and boxers, before bending down to slide off my shoes. I laid back on the bed. My body felt like it was exploding, burning. Everything felt tight, I closed my eyes and saw colors as the falling sensation in the pit of my stomach became more intense. I vaguely felt James' huge hand on my leg-- I couldn't make out what he was saying, the roaring in my head was deafening. Though his rubbing my upper thigh felt comforting somehow. Then it hit - the final phase, where most of the growth happens. Later, James told me that the first time is usually a bit overwhelming. Once you've done it once or twice, it becomes a bit more, well, pleasurable. Me, I didn't have a problem with my first time. I felt like my entire body was in a constant state of flex, with no control over any of it. Wave after wave of this strange sensation came over me. The first effect was I got a huge erection, I felt like I was going to tear the skin off of my cock. Instead, it just kept stretching, getting bigger. Then this tingling sensation hit in my feet and moved up. I lifted my head off the bed as much as I could to look in the mirror and could see it happening- I was fucking growing! Veins were popping up all over my legs, cris-crossing, thick and hard, carrying serum-charged blood to my muscles. I could feel my skin get tighter in my calves and looked in the mirror to see them plump up. The tingling moved up my legs, as I felt them getting heavier, thicker-- god, it was the hottest thing I'd ever felt. I looked over at James. He was just watching me grow, while stroking that huge cock of his. I watched his arms and shoudlers bunch and flex and found myself wanting to touch them, feel them as the tingling hit my groin. Oh my god. I could have cum gallons. I felt my balls stretch, my cock's growth accelerated and left me a moaning, writhing mass of swelling muscle on the bed. James looked over and smiled. I wanted to touch myself so badly, start stroking, but hadn't quite regained that much control over my body yet. I felt my ass rise off the bed a bit and harden, my stomach receeded then pumped into a thick, riged eight-pack. My arms were pushed away from my body as my torso thickened and I felt my back spread out liek a pair of massive wings. My whole body was tingling now, felt like electric shocks were hitting me all over as the process refined itself, added more mass and strength. The whole thging felt like an endless orgasm. I moaned and bucked my hips. I was able to finally move my arms and instantly started stroking the huge erection that was now as thick as my wrists used to be. This was too much for James, as he finally shot his load, the stream of thick white supercharged juice blasting ina straight stream across the room, covering the mahogany dresser. Seeing him lose it triggered my own orgasm, which intensified what I'd been feeling the last five minutes about a thousand fold. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever felt in my life. Once I stared coming, I just couldnt' stop - it felt almost endless. I just lay there, caressing my new body, feeling every muscle in my chest and arms, fully flexed as this hot white fluid kept shooting up to the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, it finally ebbed. With two or three spurts, it was done and I just laid there, trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. James, who had finished just before me, broke the silence. "See? Good thing I got those clothes off." "Oh my god. James, I-I-" He came cover and offered a thick arm. I grasped it and he pulled me up, effortlessly. He put his arm on my shoulder, as I was a bit unsteady and my center of gravity had shifted somewhat. It was so weird- my legs- I couldnt' have put them together if I'd wanted to. And everything felt so light. I mean, I must have been a hell of a lot heavier, with this added mass, but I didn't notice it. James saw the confusion in my face. "Come on, let's take a look at you," he said, as he led me to the mirror. "Holy- that's. Holy shit." "Yeah, not bad for a first-timer man." I'd ended up about an inch shorter than the enhanced James but made up for it in other ways. Everywhere was thick, striated muscle-on-muscle. It looked like I'd been training for a competition for months. Juststanding there, it looked like I was in some kind of freefall, every muscle was huge and hard and pumped. And I was hung like noone's business. As soon as that thought hit my head, my cock popped up to its 14-inches and a clear drop of precum formed at the tip. I felt James shudder behind me and his monster expanded up along my hip. "Woah." "Yeah, a bit of a side effect, there. It has a hair trigger. It'll be hard the whole time we're like this, but it only has to be worked off every half hour or so. Trust me, that won't be problem." I hit a double biceps. I couldn't believe this was me. This huge, thick-- and it felt incredible. "James, what the hell is this? How is this possible?" I turned to him and put my arms out. "What is this? What did you do to me?" "First of all, don't worry. You'll go back to normal in a few hours." "I figured. You don't usually look like this." "No, just when I want to, every couple of weeks or so. I have this, well, friend. Hm. That's not exactly right. When we're like this, we're a bit more than friends." I felt a vague feeling of anticipation in my balls when he said this. I absently ran my hand along my lower abs above my hard cock. "Yeah? You've done this with someone before?" "Like I said, it's an old friend of mine who works at the university. He'd been working on this supplemnent for the military. He broke about a thousand ethics guidelines by testing it on himself when he was sure of the results. I happened to come over when he had changed. He trusted me, so he let me in on it and gave me some of the stuff. He later faked failed results for the government while he refined the process and decided what to do with it. Every other month or so, we get together for a weekend and well..." "Ah, that's why you live out in the middle of nowhere." "Yeah and am moving father. It'd be hard enough to explain one massive nude guy walking around once in awhile to some neighbors, but two fucking like rabbits? Nah, too tough." "So, why me? Why'd you give it to me? I'm not gay." "Neither am I. Eh, maybe a bit. That's mostly come on after starting on this stuff. Well, I was hoping the other guys would cancel. Hey, I'm the IT guy at the office. I know you hit the bodybuilding sites. Oh I know, I've seen the logs for the other sites you hit. But come on, you kind of wanted to be like this, didn't you?" He put his hands on his hips and thrust his thick chest out to make the point. "Yeah, I guess. I don't know. I sort have wanted to know what having a body like this was like. As for the other... it's weird. I don't mind telling you that I find you so damn hot right now." I felt an odd flutter in my chest as I said that. It was the truth, but still felt weird to admit. "There you go," he said, as he moved closer to me. "Now, we have some moving to do. Like I said, we could buy ourselves a solid half hour or so of work until we get distracted by the side effects again." "What do you-," I started as he moved even closer. I could feel his heat, radiating onto me, mixing with mine. He put his right hand on my hip and my cock slid against his thigh. I felt this electric shiver travel from my balls up to my chest. The falling feeling was back in the pit of my stomach, but it was different this time. Way different. I started feeling up and down his arms, tracing the ridges and striations, feeling the tightly packed power just under the taught warm skin. He reciprocated. Neither of us spoke, just feeling each other's huge, pumped bodies, breathing heavily. We moved even closer, tight against each other, muscle sliding on muscle. I knew what I wanted next. I looked up slightly at him, my lips open, wet with anticipation. We kissed. I felt his tongue meet mine. I remember thinking that even those had been enhanced by the supplement. As we kissed, long and hard and wet, we explored each other's bodies, groping, grasping. We fell to the floor, causing the whole house to shake, two 400 lb massive muscle men in the throes of passion. I was on top, reflexively grinding against him, wanting release. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His arms were up on my chest, huge, thick pillars etched with striations and veins. I put my arms on his pecs, feeling their heat and thickness. "I want-," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "I mean, I've had more experience at this than you. Maybe we should switch around." "No. If that's as strong as the rest of this," I put a huge peaked bicep in his face. "Then I should be just fine." I leaned forward and laid another deep kiss on his thick soft lips. I felt his body shudder in anticipation as he grasped the base of his massive member and started to maneuver it into position. I tensed my arms and closed my eyes. I could feel my thick fingers diffing into the hardwood floor. I felt my whole body flex a bit and I'm pretty sure I was shaking slightly, which seems a bit silly now. 398lbs, covered in huge muscle and strong and dense enough to be some sort of comic book character and I was afraid? Well, that's what happens during everyone's first time. I tried to relax, but I couldn't help tighten up as he eased into me. As soon as the head entered, I let out this deep, guttral yell from god knows where within me. My fingers dug deeper into the floor. I opened my eyes and looked down at James' face. He told me to just relax, but I couldn't, it hurt like hell going in, but I wanted more. The head passed and I squeezed with enough force to clamp a steel pipe in half. I strained, I grunted, as my body adjusted to having part of another person inside of me. Finally, I was able to take in about 3/4 of his length. "I-ngghhh-don't know if I can do this. It feels kind of good, but kind of uncomfortable." James looked confused for a moment, then a smile crossed his face. "God, I'm sorry man. Here, just a second, this should make it easier-- another benefit of this huge thing." He closed his eyes for a second and I felt him flex and swell a bit inside of me, then I felt a warm, soft sensation, as he began to pull out-- I went nuts, I almost came right there. "Oh- oh god... what did you... is that--" "Yeah, I can control the amount of precum I produce... well, I mean, you can, too -- is it more comfortable?" "Oh yeah... It's--" he thrusted into me again, deeper and smoother this time. "Agghhhh... bett.... nhhhhh... better." He kept moving in and out, driving me insane. I couldn't think straight, I just started thrusting my ass into him, helping him go in farther. There were a couple of times he got in to the hilt - it hurt again, but in a much better way this time. He took his right hand and pressed my cock in the cleft between his pecs. He nodded to me and I knew what to do. I strained a bit and felt the clear fluid start to flow. My god, that felt amazing, it slid so easily and felt so sensitive-- even that had been enhanced by the supplement. All of this was beginning to be too much-- being filled by a thick thirteen inches, surrounded by huge muscle, being pec-fucked-- I already felt myself getting close. I could feel my balls beginning to swell again and my body tense up. James could tell what was coming and he stepped up his thrusting. Pretty soon, he was close to the edge, too. I could feel mine cresting, building-- I could feel him swell inside me slightly. We locked eyes for an instant. Then we exploded. I screamed and my whole body shook-- every muscle flexed huge and hard. I blasted a torrent of cum right into James' face, as he opened his mouth to take some of it in. I felt a flood of his juice fill me inside, then flow down and out, around his shaft. I looked down, he was flexed, too, every massive muscle standing out in relief, every striation. I just kept cumming and cumming, I couldn't shut it off and I could feel James still going inside of me. If anyone had walked in, it would have been insane-- two huge bulging masses of muscle, conencted, yelling and grunting and shooting thick streams of milky liquid. Finally, after about five minutes, it stopped. I collapsed on his chest. I felt him slowly draw out of me, the head emerging with a slightly wet quiet pop. I rolled off of him onto the floor and on my back, spent. It was quite some time before either of us could speak. "You do this often? With that scientist guy? "Every two weeks or so." "Holy shit." "You like it?" "I'm still trying to get my mind around this, but, um, yeah." "I thought so. Well, let's get to work, we have about half an hour before we have to take care of things again." "What?" He got to his feet then helped me. "Yeah, makes the whole process not very practical. My friend's working on it, though." I got to a standing position, still a little unsure of my footing. I was already getting hard all over again. "Okay, what's first?" The rest of the day was incredible. I was lifting piles of boxes, stacks of stuff like they were nothing. I carried the refrigerator out on my own. A freaking refrigerator. I was so turned on, I had to jack about three times afterwords. We loaded up his heavy-duty truck, threw on some way too small extra clothes he had for modesty's sake and went over to the new place and moved everything in. It just felt so good, using this new body, feeling every muscle flex and bunch up, feeling the sun on my naked body-- god, it was amazing. Oh, there was the four more sessions of hardcore sex with James, too. Three more at his place and another at the new one, to christen it. Around nine that night, I was helping him rearrange some things, feeling him up, when I started feeling weird, shaky. James helped me to the couch. I could see the same thing was happening to him. "Don't worry," he said. "The stuff's just wearing off, it'll pass in a minute or so- unhhh.." He dropped to the floor. This feeling of fatigue hit me, I couldn't move anything. Then, I tensed up and could feel myself deflating-- my skin sliding against the couch, as my body returned to normal. The heat from the dissipating energy or mass or whatever filled the air around me, it was almost stifling. Then it was over. Just like that. I pulled myself up and I ached all over, covered in sweat. James was sitting there, next to me. "You okay?" "Yeah, I think so. Just kind of sore." "Well, your body's been through a lot. Just drink lots of fluids. Actually--" He got up and went into the kitchen, sidestepping huge boxes that seemed small only minutes before. I felt kind of cold and self-conscious. I wrapped myself in a nearby blanket. "Hey," he yelled from the kitchen, "were you going home tonight? You can stay over, you know? If it's too late and you're tired." "um, well-- I don't know. I mean, what we did--" "If you're uncomfortable, you can sleep on the couch, that's cool. Or--" He came into the room, with two glasses filled with what looked to be fruit juice. "We can stay up a little longer."I shrugged off the blanket, took a glass and smiled. "I guess I could stay for a nightcap. So, when's the next time you and your scientist friend are getting together?" "Next weekend. I already told him about you, said you'd probably be interested after this weekend. He'd really like to see the effects on another person." "Well, anything for science," I said as I downed the supplement. I could already feel myself getting hard...