Day 4

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Day 4 of Serum XM-32 testing and analysis.

Major developments have occurred. I listened back to the recording from yesterday. I can’t say I’m not a bit embarrassed by the whole affair, but proper documentation practices state that I must leave it as is without editing. In addition, I cannot guarantee that this or any future recording will be free of such… frivolities.

I cleaned myself up and returned to the house after the incident in the recording. I cleaned up the last remnants of dinner and the dishes, took time to vacuum the living room and stripped and replaced the sheets on the bed. If I wasn’t currently occupying the space, one would not know what transpired last night. I figured that would be best considering my **** change in appearance. Give Julia a clean house to go with a new, studly husband. All of this work however, was accomplished in less than 2 hours. I had quite some time to go before she returned from work, so I decided to make her favorite meal. This required a trip to the grocery store. I washed my workout clothes from this morning and lounged about au natural while they dried. I constantly stared in the bathroom mirror, flexing this way and that, seeing the interplay of muscle and tendon just below my surprisingly youthful and smooth skin. I also noticed that a fine layer of chest hair was developing on my now prominent pectorals. Not a huge carpet like in the 70s, but something to make you feel studly and rugged. I could only imagine Julia would love to feel that beneath her fingers as we

[cuddled.

My

](http://cuddled.My) jaw has also done some shifting. My whole face really. What was the tired face of a middle ranking professor was steadily becoming something from the cover of a pulp novel. Broad, square features, piercing eyes, heavy brow. I was still me, clearly and that softness was present, but it was decreasing steadily. I didn’t look 37 any more that was for sure. My hair has fully grown back in and has begun to swoop back down my neck in a perfectly stylish way. I never knew what to do with my hair and now my hair knows what to do with itself. I tried mussing it, throwing it this way and that, but every time it settled into a picture-perfect bed head model effect. No more bad hair days for me! My teeth, which were stained and crooked from years of coffee consumption and bad orthodontics, have corrected into a more normal and straight set, I find myself running my tongue over them just to feel the unfamiliar symmetry of my new smile.

But back to the grocery store. I donned my freshly cleaned workout apparel and hopped into my car, in which I had previously had to move the driver’s seat back and arrived in search of my ingredients. The sights and smells of the produce and meat amplified by my new senses, I imagine this is what professional chefs see when they grocery shop. Small imperfections, the slightest change in texture, all of these were obvious to me, and I was not going to settle for anything less than perfect. I did finally manage to exact the ingredients from the selection of the store, a triumph in my opinion as it saved me a trip to some specialty store or butchery and moved to check out. That was when a disaster struck.

“Dr. Simons? Is that, you?”

I knew that voice. Theresa Hollister was a student in one of my intro to biology classes. A large class, of course, but she stood out among the nameless faces. Effortlessly beautiful, dangerously enticing and completely and totally self-obsessed. I don’t blame her though, if anyone looked like her and wasn’t a bit up their own ass, I would be shocked. Hell, I had even been taking part in self-adulation just this morning, who was I to judge now that I was one of the lucky few? But the danger was that she is my student. And the way she was looking at me, well it wasn’t in a scholarly fashion. She traced over my body from head to toe and back again, I thought I saw her linger on my crotch, but that is possibly a figment of my over stimulated imagination.

“Hello, Ms. Hollister.”

I hadn’t realized this until now, but my larger stature and increased muscle had given my voice a deeper timbre and it was clearly affecting Theresa, a glimmer sparked into her eye and she approached me.

“You look… different. I guess I’ve never seen you without your lab coat or your suit jacket on but”

She took a deep breath, almost as if inhaling my essence, “But I kinda wish I did.”

She ran a hand over my chest, pressing into it softly and meeting the wall of tissue underneath. “Wow, you’re like, jacked! Who would have thought? I thought you were like a humdrum guy, but instead you’re a…” I dreaded the word she was about to say, I was up on common slang of the students and I feared this word not just for the entirely unprofessional connotation but also because if she said it, I was sure I’d burst out of my shorts.

Luckily I was saved as a checkout lane opened. “Be sure to read Chapter 12 and have your notes for class on Tuesday.” I said as I turned quickly to exit this minefield. Nevertheless, my enhanced hearing caught her last sentence to me said under her breath.

“Of course, daddy.”

I needed to get the fuck out of there. I paid and practically sprinted to my car, hopped on the gas as much as I could without getting a speeding ticket or sending my car into the nearest ditch and when I arrived home, I slammed the door, arms laden with bags and took several deep, hard breaths. Centering myself, I focused on preparing the meal for my darling Julia. I prepared everything with the skill of a surgeon and the mind of a top-class chef. After laying everything out, perfectly timing the completion of the main course with her arrival from work, I stripped down, grabbed my bathrobe and covered myself as best I could to greet her.

Naturally she loved her meal and her thoughtful man who prepared it so graciously. As we ate, I could tell she was stealing glances at my body. My chest, my arms, my jaw. I wanted to wait until the meal was finished to talk to her about things, but she beat me to the quick.

“Okay, what’s going on? Are you hiding someone from me?”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, you know you’re my one and only.” I had to admit I was genuinely hurt that she saw my physical improvement as a sign of infidelity, but there are only a few things that middle aged men usually get in shape for, so I should have been prepared for that.

“Then why all of this?” She gestured generally at the meal, the candles, the boyfriend wrapped in a bathrobe.

“Because I love you more than anything.” I stood and began to untie my robe. “And because something amazing has happened.” I let the robe drop, revealing my new sculpted form.

There was a part of me that had hoped she would object. That she would say ‘oh but I love you no matter what, how could you do this without asking me, this is so dangerous’, but this is my Julia. She didn’t say those things because the woman I love… she saw my new form and practically salivated. The raw hunger in her eyes was exactly what I had longed for all this time. She stood slowly and ran a hand along my shoulder, down my chest. She caressed each individual block of my now strong six pack. As her hand trailed lower she looked me in the eyes with childlike wonder “Even?” I laughed and pulled my boxers down, allowing her to see my enhanced penis. With a shuddering breath and a “Oh my god,” she touched what I wanted her to know was hers forever. “So, you, you tested something on yourself?”

“I tested a serum to make me the man you deserve, Julia. You deserve the world, and you deserve a man who can give that to you.” I took her into a deep embrace, savoring the smell of her hair and the feel of her now small body against mine. “And Darling. It’s not done.”

That was the spark that ignited a fiery night of lovemaking. She was entranced by my new body, but moreover, she was enthralled by my potential. She kept asking “You’ll be bigger? Stronger? Smarter?” I could only smile my new Hollywood smile and nod as she began assaulting me with kisses and worshipful touches. By the time we made it to the bedroom, I had fingered her to climax twice and eaten her out once, while she was bent over the couch. Her taste was even better this time. I also had a deeper sense. One that seemed to say, yes, she is MINE now, just as I am hers. It finally felt like two equals meeting in an exchange of love instead of one showering the other with worship. Here we were both upon the alter of each other, praying to be the one to satisfy the other’s whims.

She pushed me onto the bed and I lounged looking down at her. She took my hard cock in her hand and with reverence stared into my eyes as she swallowed as much of the length as she could. She came up for air and said “I love you so much, you know that. But this new body of yours, it makes me…” She took my cock in her mouth again before separating with a gasp “It makes me want you so much more. You’re like a god now, my god, my own loving god.” She smiled as I put my hand on the back of her head and smiling said “A god for a goddess. Like I said, I did it to shape myself into what you deserve. I love you Julia, I will forever.” I pulled her up for a kiss and with feral strength flipped her over on her stomach and positioned myself at her waiting entrance, already damp and aroused from our previous engagements. She looked over her shoulder and said only one thing.

“Please take me, my king.”

I lost sense of space again, only the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin and the tightness of her walls broke through the pure unadulterated lust I felt in that moment. I would take her, I would claim her, she would be my queen, I was her king. We would rule together in perfect love forever. I felt the burning culmination of my love building up inside of me and I barely grunted out the question of where she wanted me to finish. She once again knew just what to say.

“Fill me up baby, please. Let me feel you fill me until I can’t hold any more. Please John, fucking breed me.”

I came. A frankly ludicrous amount. I did fill her up, almost as if my body responded to her request. As I exited her, a line of semen followed me onto the newly soiled sheets. We again rested against one another and this time, I lay there, feeling my huge new arm wrapped around my love, feeling the strength and confidence of my new body, and I knew I was King.

This morning, I left her again asleep, as I left the bed she reached for me, a soft moan escaping her lips before she found a pillow and accepted the lesser replacement. I didn’t go to the gym; I only came straight here to record my stats. I have a class in four hours to prepare for.

Current stats as of this morning

Height: 5’11”

Damn, just short of 6 ft, oh well perhaps tomorrow will bring entrance to the club. Who’s to know how long this serum will work.

Weight: 190 lbs.

I don’t have my calipers handy, but I would assume my body fat well below 10% if my abs are anything to measure by.

Biceps: 16.5”

Chest: 39”

Waist: 34”

I should have been measuring this before, but things slip your mind when you are metamorphosing into a fitness model.

Quads: 28.25”

And now the big event.

Penis length/girth flaccid: 5”/2.2”

Penis length/girth erect: 7.72”/3.6”

Growth seems mellower today, but the rate hasn’t followed much of a pattern so far, except that everything keeps growing bigger and better. Time will tell if this trend continues.

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