Day 23

John and Julia stand in the office, serious looks on their idealized faces. Both are dressed in gigantic loose medical scrubs. On a surgical tray between them, two syringes of purple tinged fluid wait to be used.

“This is day 23 of log reports for Serum XM-32, Day 6 since first administration of control substance RV-1. Today we are testing the hopefully final iteration of these serums. This final configuration will be known by the name ‘X-hance.’ If results hold true to simulations, the administration of this medication should provide both of us with a reaction equal to 55% of a full dosage of XM-32, which will quickly pass through our bodies and burn out without the lingering pseudoserum production issue. Both Julia and I have both been exposed to XM-32 and RV-1 and have tested to be certain that no remnants of either serum are still in our bloodstreams. Currently, we are free of any traces, left only with the enhanced bodies we have now.”

John and Julia take the time to show as much of their physiques as the baggy clothing will allow, still looking for all the world like the world’s strongest and sexiest couple. John begins again, while Julia turns to begin plugging in information into a computer nearby as well as placing monitoring pads on her chest, arms and temples.

“I should address an incident that occurred 3 days ago. One of my former students, Theresa Hollister, had kidnapped and assaulted our first third party subject, Sylvia. Ms. Hollister had discovered the effects of the original serum and the ability of the serum to pass along a diluted version onto others through the exchange of bodily fluids. She took advantage of this, forcing herself onto Sylvia until Ms. Hollister’s growth response was triggered multiple times. She later came into our house and attacked us in an effort to steal my research. Thankfully, all my work is stored off site, so she would have been unable to accomplish her goal. Julia was able to subdue her with a large amount of RV-1 and tranquilizer and we can confirm that her body now also tests clear of any serum. She is still restrained for safety reasons, along with Silvia, until this test is concluded. They are both currently bolted into the foundation of our house with steel cables, they are fine and are in no discomfort.”

Julia returns to John’s side, beginning to place monitor pads onto him and checking the equipment in the background. John gives her a soft smile of thanks and meets her eyes with a calming glance. He is projecting confidence that before the serum he would never be capable of. Julia feels a sense of safety push into her mind, and she smiles back at her husband.

“We recovered Sylvia and found her chained to a bed blindfolded. She was dehydrated and undernourished, but her own serum-based growth had also been triggered several times in the process of Theresa’s plans. Her legs are larger than a male bodybuilder and her glutes are larger than beach balls. Her hips have grown to the point that she will never be able to fit in a normal seat under any circumstances. Her upper body has grown about half as much as her lower body, creating a cartoonish pear shape. She shows developed musculature in her torso and arms similar to a fitness model and her breasts are roughly the size of her head. Her eyes did not exhibit the glow that was present in Theresa’s, but the full golden sclera and the pink irises were also present in her. Both Sylvia and Theresa had grown to be taller than Julia and nearly as tall as me at 7 feet. While Theresa’s growth had presented an increased ability to influence people’s minds and pheromones, I was able to barely resist her suggestions. The glow present in Theresa’s eyes has vanished and her voice as also returned to normal.”

“She has also expressed sadness and remorse for her actions, leading me to believe that what we saw was an effective overdose. Delusions of grandeur and the increase in potency of secondary effects seem to be symptoms of this overdose. While it would be scientifically compelling to study these effects, it is simply not safe to allow anyone, regardless of exposure to the serum, to purposefully overdose.”

John finishes his speech and connects his leads to the monitor equipment. “Some of the intricacies of how the serum presents have slowly been revealed through analysis, allowing for even further control beyond the double dose of normal XM and then the administration of RV to stop the proliferation of altered B Cells. Not only have I stopped the creation of altered pseudoserum producing B Cells, but I have also managed to safely integrate a kind of ‘vaccination’ to the serum, insuring that only one dose can be taken per person. There is an ethical quandary within the fact that in doing this, both Julia and I will effectively ensure that nobody else is ever as enhanced as we are. It’s been a weight on us, one that scared us almost to abandon this project; but we came to a sad conclusion. In order to elevate the rest of humanity, we will have to undergo this test. It creates an unfair gap, but our intentions are to distribute this medicine throughout the world, and it must be tested. I have always believed that nothing I create should be tested on another human until I have tested it, and in my former life, I was not allowed that luxury.” He smiles at Julia and takes her hand, his massive palm swallowing her delicate one. “Now, we can. If this is the final log, please do not go looking for the recordings I have stored. This serum clearly will not be controlled if both of our enhanced minds could not create a stable version.”

The couple turn to one another and give one last kiss. Whispered words of love are exchanged in voices too quiet for the microphone to register. The couple take a syringe each and place it against their perfect skin.

“Administering X-Hance serum now.”

Both plunge the needles into their arms and depress the plunger, slowly filling their veins with the unproven mixture. The video cuts to a point later in time as both John and Julia stand hunched over in pain, sweat pouring out of their bodies. John’s groans of pain are growing ever deeper. Muted, thudding pops sounding inside his barrel chest as his rips and spine begin to grow. Julia’s cries have become laced with a second sound, similar to Theresa’s overdosed voice. John cannot hold the contents of his stomach any longer and is able to wrench his body over to the available trash can to vomit from the pain. Julia straightens in an effort to find some position of comfort as her hips become unfused, widening more and packing on lean, sleek muscles. She lets out a sickening howl as she collapses to the floor, her legs spasming and inching further along the stained hardwood. John has also collapsed onto his stomach, his chest pushing his head further and further away from the floor’s surface and his shoulders continuing to fight for space on his expanding body. Suddenly, both bodies go limp, and the screams come to a halt.

There are a few more loud cracks that sound out in the silent room. Both of these demi-gods still undergoing their second ascension. There is the sound of a gasping breath, as though someone had been holding their breath for as long as they could. John springs up, new muscles and bones filling the previously baggy clothing to the brim, even lifting his shirt up over the lower ridge of his softball sized abdominals with the sheer thickness of his chest and back. He sits on his butt and assesses his current form. He looks with the same amazement as he did in his first tests. Julia also gives a sudden gasp, sitting up into a perfect L shape, legs extended completely straight in front of her. Her own large abs performing the static hold with no strain. She turns to look over at John, a brief look of worry on her face until she sees John is also upright and conscious. Her eyes follow the ridges of his body and lock onto the engorged cock fighting to destroy its container. Julia has also outgrown her previously baggy clothing, even more than her titan husband. Her breasts, pecs, and back have claimed the shirt as their own, leaving her entire midriff exposed, sweat running between her abs and down into her crotch. Her shorts are stuffed with overgrown glutes and thighs, their raw strength on full display. With shaky legs, the couple stand up.

John’s head now comes dangerously close to brushing the ceiling, his upper chest is in line with the top of the door frame in the background. Julia seems to be a head taller than the door frame, coming up to the top of her husband’s pumpkin sized shoulders.

“Julia, are you okay?” John asks. “I heard the same vocal changes we saw in Theresa.” Julia coughs and clears her throat.

“I’m… okay. Why did it only hurt this time? I thought you said it was a pleasurable feeling?” Her voice is not layered, but still has the same effect, if John’s immediate gout of precum was any sign. “Sorry! I’ll have to control that.” She covers her mouth while giggling.

“I assume that the extra metabolic activity burns off the serum too fast for it to create a dopamine response. Very rough guess though.” John’s voice is so deep and full that it vibrates the camera slightly. Julia feels her pussy throb with every syllable out of his mouth.

“You’ll also have to figure that out, hun. I nearly came right here.” She puts a hand out to stabilize herself against the nearby table. She looks over at her husband and gasps “Your eyes! You got the golden sclera! But your iris is bright blue! Bit sexist, don’t you think?”

“You as well, and you got the blue iris as well, so no, I did not create a sexist serum.” The two share a laugh, Julia tossing John a towel to clean off. “Let’s get a good look at ourselves.” John grips his shirt and cleanly pulls it off, revealing a truly inhuman physique. His chest protrudes nearly a foot from his chin, a great shelf preventing him from seeing things directly in front of him without bending over. His arms are stuffed with powerful muscles, all shaped to be as massive and attractive as possible. Muscles that should be grotesquely overdeveloped maintain the appealing fullness of an action movie hero. Biceps larger than cantaloupes, triceps larger than rugby balls, full of hyper-dense muscle fibers containing even more strength than their size would imply. The hair on his head and face has lightened to a golden brown, golden highlights streaking throughout the mane of full, rugged hair. His beard nearly touches his chest now, where before it stayed tight to his jaw. His legs are mammoth pillars of stability, each quadriceps now larger than most men’s chests, let alone their waists. Cuts of definition ripple over his thighs as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, deep enough to put the tip of a finger in between the contracting slabs of beef. His final growth, his now arm sized cock, rises strong and proud straight from his waist. A cock this large should bend and dip under its own massive weight, but no. 18 inches of pure manliness stands rod straight. John looks down at himself with calm appraisal, the reticent facial expression showing a man who knows that he has finally gone beyond anything humans could achieve. He brings his arm up and flexes, the muscle peak of his bicep now lightly touching his wrist.

“In my wildest dreams and deepest fears, I never imagined this. I can tell measurements purely from a glance. I can feel the individual **** contractions of my internal muscles. I can control my heart rate to a specific beat. It’s… incredible. Terrifying.” He looks over at his wife, who has disrobed and begun her own inspection, and he orgasms. The sheer amount of semen jettisoned from his cock is enough to cover most of the floor that the couple are standing on, more than 2 quarts of jizz is spilled from his baseball sized testicles. Julia can only laugh as she meets his gaze.

“That good huh? I was worried I’d somehow overdone it.” The wink she punctuates the sentence with causes another orgasm from John.

Julia has become feminine power incarnate. While Theresa was akin to an overgrown Ms. Olympia competitor, Julia more resembles a caricature of a wellness competitor. Her legs are thick and strong, definition that had been covered with soft fat revealed just enough to convey her increased power. The softness is still present and gives her the insane curvaceousness that she had grown to love, but the ability to show just how powerful her body could be is appreciated. Her own set of baseball sized; steel strong abs trace the long road up to her otherworldly breasts. Each the size of her head, sitting naturally as if they were being lifted by a pushup bra, with plates of pectoral muscle providing support behind them, Julia’s thick, dark nipples stand at full attention. She brings a finger up to gently caress one of her nubs, drawing a wince of pleasure out of her mouth from the increased sensitivity. Her arms are thick with muscle, she resembles an Amazon of myth now with her overwhelming physique and stature. Her face is enough to drive a man insane. Her lashes thick and healthy line glowing eyes of gold and blue. Her nose is a perfect button shape. Her lips, fuller than ever before, still do not overpower the symmetry of her face and always give her a sinful pout. Her hair falls in softly moving waves, the light moving through each strand as if passed through a prism, the light bouncing, reforming and being split again, adorning her hair with a pearlescent sheen. She runs a hand through her hair, muscles bunching in her arms and springing to life under her skin with the simple movement.

“John, I have a weird feeling. I’m going to try something, please don’t freak out.” John can only nod as Julia closes her eyes. There is an unnatural stillness in the room as slowly, with great effort, Julia begins to rise from the ground. Sweat is pouring from her brow, but the action is completed, her feet have lost contact with the ground beneath them. Julia’s eyes shoot open in shock, and she lands. “HOLY SHIT!”

“Holy hell, how did the serum do this? I must keep doing analysis. Let’s enter our stats and then go fuck each other into a new plane of existence.”

“I love that idea, and the one you’re thinking of.” A devious grin plays across Julia’s lips.

“We will need ground rules about that. I trust you, but some places should be private.”

“Of course, love.”

The couple share a tender kiss, their mighty forms pressing against each other. They separate and with a naughty smile, Julia holds her hand towards the camera and the video cuts.

John Stats:

Height: 7’ 9”

Weight: 468 lbs.

Chest: 67”

Waist: 38”

Biceps: 32”

Quads: 45”

Penis flaccid length/girth: 13”/7”

Penis erect length/girth: 18”/10.5”

Julia Stats:

Height: 7’3”

Weight: 267 lbs

Chest: 48 HH

Waist: 34”

Hips: 60”

Quads: 36”