Day 6

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This is Day 6 of reporting and analysis on the effects of Serum XM-32, administered to and by Dr. John Simons. Physical changes have ceased but major developments have not. There is no easy way to say this.

My mind is changing.

While my work has not been affected, in fact, I have found my ability to retain and recall information to have increased, my speech and social intelligence has begun to change. I find myself using fewer anodyne words for anatomy, words like cock, pussy, tits, ass. I tried for years to prevent these words from entering my lexicon, but I have noticed a severe uptick not just in my spoken and written logs, but in my thoughts. I no longer think of a woman’s chest as a beautiful pair of breasts, instead they are a great set of tits. I fear cognitive ability will follow, but as I have no way to combat these changes yet, I must accept them. All of this to say, if my logs become less formal over the course of the next few days, please understand that it is not my choice.

My confidence has also bled into my public image. Where I used to walk quickly and try to make myself as small as possible to move between people and get to my destination with as little attention as possible, I now saunter, chest out and head high. I feel myself dominate the space I inhabit, and I see the reactions that others have to me even walking outside between campus buildings. I am no longer part of the flowing river of passersby, instead, I am the rock the river flows around, resolute in my strength and standing. I also find myself smiling at people more, a smooth, handsome grin that sets men at ease and women aflutter. I smiled at the barista of my local coffee shop, and not only did I receive a larger size for free, her name and number was written on the holder. Thinking back, she did have a nice tight pear shape and her piercings did have an allure. I wonder what might be under her apron and black shirt and pants. Perhaps a thought for later, given Julia’s new boundaries set for me.

While most physical changes have ceased, a couple of smaller instances have taken place that demand recording. The first being that my skin has taken on a perfectly tanned tone. My skin is blemish free, lightly hairy, and the kind of shade that can only come from dedicated tanning, but without the fully burnt or artificial look of someone who is addicted to the process. I wonder what Julia would think if I oiled myself up like a bodybuilder and laid on the beach with her, glistening in the sun, showing off my mountainous physique. My hair also has lightened slightly, to a perfect golden brown, evening in tone and luster. If I didn’t look like a book cover model before, I certainly do now! My teeth completed their changes yesterday, now completely white and ruler straight. My eyes have brightened, and I swear I can detect small flecks of gold in my irises. I have grown a soft short beard in the past couple days, which serves only to highlight my strong jaw and chin. It doesn’t even grow anywhere besides the exact parameters of a trimmed beard. I am not sure how a serum could effectively monitor and manipulate hair growth with that much precision, all I know is that I now look like I get a professional beard trim every day. Overall, my apparent age has drastically reduced from looking older than my 35 years, to now being closer to a young man in his mid to late 20s, at the oldest a prime 30 years old.

My strength has increased significantly, as to be expected with my sudden growth yesterday. There have been small issues to worrisome events brought about by this change. For one, I cannot safely test my strength in the university gym any longer. After loading more than 500 pounds on the bench press and lifting it for reps, the clang it made upon racking was enough to draw the attention of every gymgoer on that floor of the complex. I also could not find a level on the treadmill high enough to provide me with resistance to run at my full ability. Even the highest level was no more than a brisk jog. After that test, I feared using the running track for the same reason I feared loading more weight onto the bench; the attention would be unwelcome. Worryingly, as I left the shower this morning and grabbed the doorknob to enter our bedroom, my fingers left slight grooves in the knob. I hadn’t even noticed until I went back and felt the small depressions. It seems CNS connection to my muscles is not fully developed yet. I should be extremely cautious.

Clothing has been a nightmare. Luckily, I live in an area dense enough to allow for same day delivery from Amazon and Walmart and have been able to acquire some basics to wear out and about, but I have had to take a short leave of absence from my teaching duties due to my lack of professional attire. The financial hit from this has been larger than expected, when everything from your shoes, pants, socks, and yes, even underwear no longer fits, you quickly discover just how many items of clothing you own and need. Currently I report to you in a tank top filled to bursting, the largest size available without order from a specialty store, and a pair of boxer briefs so ludicrously stuffed with dickmeat that any casual observer would be justified in assuming I was playing some kind of lewd prank. I splurged on some vanity items, to Julia’s delight and recommendation. Silk shirts to unbutton and show my round pecs, tight shorts to highlight my bulge and my huge thighs and glutes, and interestingly, a thick gold chain necklace. Julia recommended that one specifically, she said it would compliment my new powerful build.

Now that the generalities have been dispensed with, I must talk about the Theresa situation. Julia took the day off after my final growth, both to be sure nothing bad occurred with my health in the following hours, but also so that she could fuck me and worship me for hours on end. I am not sure that we spent more than 30 minutes outside of our bedroom besides to go to the restroom or shower, which only served to be a new venue for acrobatic fucking and a chance for Julia to run her hands over my body for a reason besides her own pleasure. I’m sure the delivery guy was shocked when he delivered four extra large pizzas only to be greeted by a behemoth of a man in a too small bathrobe, practically bursting at the seams. I knew the time was fast approaching to decide with regards to Ms. Hollister, but I couldn’t in my own good conscience do this without a change in our relationship.

“Julia, I must ask you something. It’s about this whole ‘Theresa’ thing. I want to make sure that you know that I love you more than anything, and nothing would ever change that. You loved me before all… this.” I gestured at my body. “So, I need to know. Julia, will you marry me?” Her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed me with **** need.

“Oh John. I’ve wanted you to ask that for years now. Of course I will. I want to be Mrs. Simons. I want to be your wife, forever.” We kissed for a long time, smiling and laughing. A ring wasn’t exchanged, but plans were made to get one made special for her. I knew I wanted this. I couldn’t let Julia just be my girlfriend while I released my tensions with other women. If she was going to be present and was going to have some say in the matter, she needed a title fitting her station. Now, she was my fiancé, and I felt that mental block come down from my limitations.

I smiled evilly at her “So what say I call this little whore and show her what your fiancé is really capable of?” I could feel her arousal peak, even as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“God John, please. Let me see you ruin her.” I wasn’t sure that was the proper term for what I was about to do, but Julia was in the moment, I can’t fault her for a poor choice of words. I picked up my phone and searched my student directory. I found Ms. Hollister’s number and dialed. The sound on the other line when it was picked up was one of a party, music was playing and multiple people were talking in the background.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Hollister,” I said making sure to place appropriate emphasis on the title so that she knew it was me on the line, “as it would turn out, I have some free time this evening for you to discuss our unit. I know it might not be convenient, but if you can arrive at my house sometime this evening, I can see about solving your issues.” I could hear the suppressed moan through the receiver.

“Yes, of courseeeee professor. I’ll be right there. Text me your address and I’ll be there ASAP.” She signed off with a kiss and hung up. Fuck that little bitch got my motor running. I looked at Julia, my cock hardening “We have a bit of time, she was somewhere else, probably trying to get fucked by some young boy.”

Julia laughed in the back of her throat like a haughty queen. “Now she gets to be claimed by a real man.” She ran her hand over my cock and squeezed. We kissed for a while, and she kept me on the edge of arousal until we heard three soft knocks on the door. I opened the door without checking who it was, I was a giant now, so danger wasn’t entering my mind anymore. What stood before me was a girl **** for cock. Dressed in a minidress clinging to every curve, her braless tits pressing into the fabric, showcasing her pert, tight nipples, Theresa Hollister walked into the room in skyhigh heels. Her eyes widened again as she fully took in my new form.

“Ho- HOLY SHIT, professor! What are you the Incredible Hunk or something?” Her hands moved of their own accord, tracing my body and running up my neck. “You’re so fucking tall now! God and you look like Thor! No, you’re better than Thor! Did you- Did you shower or something just now? I smell something… goodddddddd.” Her eyes became lidded, that same drunk look that Julia had, and she leaned more of her weight into me, which I held without much effort. “Soooo glad you were able to find time to see me, Dr. Simon. Especially since you’ve become even more of a daddy.” My cock throbbed at that word, “Holy fuck, is that all your dick? Holy shit, PLEASE professor. You have to fuck me.” She was practically clawing at me, her long white tipped fingernails failing to even mark me. Symbolic, I thought, of how this was potentially the first time she had ever had to throw herself at someone and couldn’t claim me like the boys she was used to adding to her stable.

I took her hands and led her to the bedroom, where inside she was greeted by Julia, dressed in her best lingerie. “Hello dear, oh! Your little pet has arrived.” Theresa tensed, unsure about what was happening in the moment. “Ohhh, I’m sure you are confused about why I’m here. You see, my darling fiancé here,” She wrapped an arm possessively around me, petting my chest, “told me about your offer. How you wanted to have some fun with him without my knowing. I can’t really blame you though, at the time he was a real stud. Now? I mean just look at him.” Theresa couldn’t help herself; her eyes traced my shape, and I could see her press her juicy toned thighs together in need. “Lucky for you, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that he is too much for one woman, and besides, it would be selfish of me to keep him all to myself. So, you get to be the first. The first to experience his perfect body, his god cock. Theresa dear, I can speak from experience, it is life changing. There are only two rules, and should you accept them, you get to play with him. One, I decide how and where he fucks you, and two, I get his cum. None of his perfect semen gets to enter you. That belongs to me. So, do we have a deal?”

Theresa stared at Julia, even taking time to look at her body. “So…you don’t want to join in?” Julia gave a sultry laugh.

“Maybe next time, tonight, it’s all about him.” She took Theresa by the shoulders and turned her towards me. “I really must commend you, John. You’ve really got an eye for quality.” Theresa blushed slightly at this compliment. “Tan skin, blonde hair, beautiful breasts and this ass,” She gave Theresa a small slap, which elicited a yelp from the young girl, “it’s a work of art. Just like you, dear. Now, Theresa, why don’t you show PROFESSOR Simons how much you appreciate his anatomy?”

Theresa stripped off her dress, revealing her complete lack of underwear as I peeled off my boxers and bathrobe. She dropped to her knees and slowly kissed her way up my legs to my crotch. Her hands reached up and caressed my chest and abs before framing my cock on either side. She looked me in my eyes, her mouth close enough to the head of my cock to feel her breath. “You are so fucking hot now, professor. I need this cock in me so badly. Please fuck me.” She began to kiss my length as I grew fully erect, it was a big task, but Theresa never waivered or hesitated as she took my obscene girth in her mouth and began to suck with all her might. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of her tight throat embracing my massive dick. Julia brought me out of my reverie.

“Oh dear, don’t close your eyes. I want you to see everything. Look at her. This girl that men will ruin their lives for. Who has gone through life without a care, confident that a flip of her hair or a glance of tit will get her way. Look at how she NEEDS you now. Don’t you, slut?” I couldn’t understand where this vitriol was coming from in Julia, but it didn’t feel like spite, more like pride. “She wants you all to herself, but she can’t have you, can she? After all of this, you’ll come to me and be mine. Your love, your affection, your being is shared with me, all she gets is your cock and your body. I pity her.” Julia turned my face to hers. “I pity her because she will never know the deep satisfaction of knowing you. Truly knowing you. You’ve filled my life with joy and happiness and now… now you have the godly body you deserve. You are a great man, and you deserve great things. I love you.” She kissed me, a deep lover’s kiss so different than any other that I had received from any woman. She was right, it was different with us. She broke the kiss and stared directly into my eyes “Let go, John. You aren’t Professor Simons right now, you aren’t my fiancé, and you aren’t some normal person. You’re fucking huge, hung, and horny. Let it all out.”

Whatever psychological bonds I had over those other parts of me were lifted, if only momentarily. I looked down at Theresa, hopelessly enslaved to my cock. She had heard every word and pulled off my cock to say something. “She’s right. I won’t ever get that. But your body and your cock are more than enough. Use me, professor.” Another devilish grin broke out on my bearded face. I ran a hand down Theresa’s cheek.

“That’s not what you want to call me is it? My Julia just said. I’m not a professor right now.” I felt the power I had over her, just my single hand was enough to reach nearly halfway around her head. “What am I to you right now? What does your mind scream when you see me, see this cock?” Theresa shuddered and nearly collapsed, and the smell of arousal suddenly burst into the room. She had cum from my dominance, my presence. She whispered the word.

“Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. What was it?”

“Daddy! Please fuck DADDY fuck me please!” She had lost all sense of self; she was begging to be used. She didn’t dare make a move, but it was clear she was ravenous. I smiled.

“That’s better. Now, dear, how shall I fuck this girl?” I turned to Julia with all the gravitas of a gladiator asking the emperor of Rome the fate of his opponent. Julia could only smile as her hands played with her nipples and fingered her clit.

“Bend her over and make her feel. Every. Single. Inch.” I smiled and with no effort, lifted Theresa and deposited her onto the bed on all fours. I was so tall now I could practically stand to the side of the bed and fuck her from there, but alas, I was **** to take a kneeling position on the bed with her. I teased her opening with my gigantic fuckstick.

“Please daddy, please daddy, daddy please, oh god, pleasepleasepleasepleasedaddy” She whimpered and moaned. That moan turned into a shriek of lust as I pushed past her opening and into her pussy, completely filling her, practically reshaping her to the form of my cock. I had an intrinsic knowledge of where to stop in her to prevent painful contact with her womb. This of course also meant I knew how to punish her if she did not fuck me to a high enough standard. A couple of womb prods would get the message across. I basked in the glory of her tight, juicy ass bouncing on my hips. I spanked and rubbed and grabbed it as I took her as my own. Theresa was queen bee at the university, but here in my home, I was king, and Julia was my queen. The first round of rutting was quickly coming to an end as not only had Theresa been fucked into a gibbering pile, but my own climax was rapidly building. I looked at Julia.

“End is coming soon.”

She practically shoved Theresa off of my cock and took her rightful place in front of it. She wrapped her lips around me and her eyes told me all I needed. I came hard and filled her mouth nearly to bursting with seed. She smiled and swallowed before primly wiping the corners of her mouth with her finger. Theresa clearly would need time to recover. Julia looked at the fucked out girl.

“Oh sweetie, that was just the first round. Don’t worry, we have plenty of food and water. Take all the time you need, because you are going to serve him in any way I can dream up for the rest of the night.”

She was right. Julia is always right. Theresa did serve me, not just sexually but she had her serve me meals and drinks, wipe the sweat from my brow as I fucked Julia full of my cum, her prize possession. She made Theresa clean up any messes we made and explicitly forbade her from showering with me. All in all, I think each of us climaxed more than 10 times over the course of the night. God only knows what the future brings, but with this new body and my newly liberated love, the possibilities seem endless. I will be back with more updates.

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