Day 5

This is day 5 of observation for Serum XM-32 administered by John Simons.

After blood scanning and urine sample analysis, the serum has worked its way through my system and I can now safely say that the serum has run its course. The last 24 hours however, have brought the most dramatic changes, a surge of new growth and other changes. As with every other day, I will begin this log from the time the last log was completed.

After squeezing into my largest possible shirt and forgoing my suit jacket, I entered class to a wave of shocked whispers. I pretended to not notice and did my best to teach my lesson as normal. Sadly, the response of my students, particularly the young women in the class, was anything but. Instead of apathetic notetaking, every eye in the room was locked on me. I’d like to say they were hanging on my every word, but I am not that gifted of a public speaker and even I struggle to make some parts of my field interesting for newcomers.

In addition, my heightened senses could pick up the increase in pheromones and the clear smell of arousal permeating the room as the class went on. It took nearly all my focus to avoid getting an erection which would have in all probability caused an outbreak of sexual activity and an ignominious end to my academic career. After ending my lesson 5 minutes early, the students filed out of the room, and I could feel myself returning back to normal.

Until Theresa approached my podium. In a low-cut crop top and tight shorts, she was temptation given form. Her blonde hair falling in loose curls down her shoulders, resting gently on her large, firm breasts. As she stood in front of me, I could see behind her the jealous glances thrown her way by other girls leaving the class, like they knew they had no chance now that she had laid claim to me. Part of me felt indignant at this, not that she clearly showed interest in me, but the idea that I would be her quarry and not the other way around. That part of me wanted to wrap and arm around her tiny waist, lead her to a broom closet and show her what a real man was like. Another part wanted to take her right there in full view of everyone. But the main part of me was thankful there was a podium for me to conceal my arousal and to grip tightly as she leaned in to speak to me.

“Professor, I’m having sooooo much trouble with this unit. Is there any time I can come to talk about it with you? I’d haaaate to fail the next test.”

“My office hours are posted in the syllabus and outside of my office. You can come in and see me at any of those times.”

“Well, see that’s the problem, professor.” She shot me a devilish grin. “I have classes and club activities during all those hours. Is there, maybe, a special time I can come by? It doesn’t even need to be in your office, anywhere you want.” She pressed her arms in front of her, squeezing her ti- I mean, breasts nearly out of her top. Those other voices in my head were getting close to gaining control. I had to say something before I succumbed.

“I- I’ll think about it, Ms. Hollister. I’ll let you know if I can schedule you for another time.”

This seemed to satisfy her, as she turned on her short heels and happily walked, or more sashayed, her way out of the classroom. I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the toned, perky ass bouncing under her shorts. God, the fascination young women had with doing squats had truly brought a golden age of asses upon us. I wasn’t proud, but I knew I would think of that ass as I unleashed a load later that day. If only I had known what the rest of the day held in store for me.

For the rest of the day I sequestered myself in my office, answering student questions and writing the abstracts for a few future research projects. The female contingent of my class suddenly seemed to develop a deep interest in biology in just one day and I was sure there were already texts and snaps being shared about me. I kept my blinds closed and pushed myself to focus completely on my work until the end of my day, where only a panicked walk to the car was between me and safety. As I walked across the lot, I heard the click of heels rapidly approaching from behind. I smelled her before she entered my vision. Theresa whirled around to face me.

“So professor, did you think about my problem? Do you have time for me?” She affected a slight babydoll voice for the second question, clearly playing with me and hoping I would take the bait. Luckily for me, I was not in a room saturated with hormones and I had been working all day to thoroughly tire my mind.

“As I said, Ms. Hollister, I will have to check my schedule. You are not my only student.” I was firm but fair in my statement. Still she had that glimmer in her eye.

“You know, you’re like, the only person who calls me Ms. Hollister. I used to think it was weird and old sounding, but when you say it…” I unlocked my car and opened the door, hoping to cut off her **** on my libido. “I kind of like it.” It was rude, but I slammed the door in her face and drove off as quickly as I could. Julia was all I needed, and I needed her badly.

I arrived home to a surprise; Julia’s car was in the driveway. She shouldn’t have been home for at least another hour. Cautiously, I opened the door to a dimly lit living room, the smell of cooking meat and sweet vegetables wafting through the air. “Julia?” I asked into the kitchen. Another clicking of heels on the tiles of the kitchen as she approached the doorway.

“Oh, John, I hadn’t heard you come in. Well, what do you think?”

I had broken her, clearly. She would have never do this before my change. Yet here she stood, hair done into a graceful wave, makeup expertly applied, her highest, most expensive heels on her feet. And nothing else. Not a scrap. Not even an apron. I stood mouth open as she posed against the doorframe. There was a small pinging noise and I felt my groin suddenly lose support. My erection had just burst the button of my waistband and driven the zipper nearly the entire way down. She smiled, a loving, worshipful smile.

“Good to see that my king likes.”

“You don’t have to call me that. It’s not like it’s a fetish of mine.” She walked up slowly, pressing her body against mine and tracing her fingers along my ever sharpening jawline.

“Oh sweetie, what else can I call you? I look at you and it just… falls out of my mouth. I always loved you but now I want to be LOVED by you. Does that make sense? Oh, I don’t know what’s happening to me, but every spare moment now I think of you and just… I get so happy.” Small tears formed in her eyes as she ran her free hand down my chest. I realized now that I must have grown more throughout the day as I had to tilt my head significantly to meet her gaze. I ran my own hand up and down her back in a soft embrace.

“I do, Julia. More than you know. That is how you make me feel. How you’ve always made me feel.”

“John, you… This is… ****! I want to give you so much! I want you to have all of me! You’re in all of my thoughts, all my desires! I-I’m so madly in love with you!”

I smiled and held her tighter, letting her feel my strength and smell my skin. I tilted her head up to face me and kissed her deeply. We ate dinner, or to be more precise, I was fed dinner by my naked loving girlfriend as she sat in my lap. I groped her breasts and ass, teased her folds while we ate. After the meal, I simply stood up, holding her bridal style in my arms as if she was weightless, and carried her through the door to the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. Once again, she only wished to serve me, but I refused to not taste her perfect sex again. I noted that it could have been my enhanced taste, but she seemed ever so slightly sweeter this time, and when we moved into our tantric lovemaking, she felt tighter. We both were more in sync with each other’s bodies, my new stronger, more flexible body being better able to fit with hers in various positions, as well as the size of my new cock being almost tailor made to fit her pussy. As I approached climax, I asked Julia where she wanted me to cum.

Tonight, she chose her mouth, I guess she was hungry from watching my meal earlier. I obliged and she suckled from me as if I was delivering manna from heaven. Her eyes took on a drunken sag, and she relaxed into my lap, softly kissing my length until I was completely soft, or as close to completely as I could be under her ministrations. It was then, in that quiet moment, that I felt a tension.

I moved Julia off my waist and laid flat on the bed, I could see the panic in her face as I began to moan and groan. I great tightness had set in on my entire body, a complete spasm. I feared my heart would burst as the rate increased to well above safe levels. Julia ran her hands over my body, **** to try and help, fingers running over the bulging veins appearing across my chest and arms. Just as I began to feel true fear that my serum would be the **** of me, I felt a pulling and flowing sensation. I was just barely able to crane my neck forward to look over my chest to see my legs filling with muscle and stretching down the length of the bed.

The pressure was gradually reducing and I was spreading in every direction. Julia’s eyes filled with awe and her hands squeezed my chest hard as it firmed and shaped into the ideal set of pectorals. I could feel my ass rounding and building into two powerful orbs capable of thrusting harder for longer. My back widened out from behind me. I could feel my lats spreading out and touching my arms, forcing them slightly wide, but not to the degree an overdeveloped bodybuilder would have. My shoulders popped out of socket momentarily as they broadened and grew, millimeter after millimeter of hard, efficient muscle piling onto them. The growth flowed down my arms, filling my biceps and triceps with obscene power, perfectly sculpting them to action hero definition and size. My forearms became veined and thick, demanding that I roll up any sleeve of a shirt to show them off. The cobblestones of my abs popped and contracted, creating the rounded, softer looking, but deeper cut “dinner roll” eight pack of my dreams. My adonis line fully formed and pointed to my body’s masterpiece.

Lost in all of this I had not seen my cock become erect, but now, as I traced my muscles, I saw the monolithic spire of flesh extending from me. At the time, I estimated 10 inches with around 4 inches of girth, but when measurements come at the end of this log, you will see I was incorrect by a fair margin. I had not felt it but the way Julia stared and felt of my face, I knew it too had changed. Certainly, my voice had deepened again through the entire process and I felt it rumble through my chest. It had an effect on Julia, who once she heard her name in that baritone thunder, practically collapsed in ecstasy.

“John? Is it… over?” Her hands were still on me, but she was not pressing me down, not that it would have stopped me.

I sat up, a trivial thing to do now thanks to my **** core strength. “Yes, yeah, I think so.” I swung my new legs off the side of the bed and stood. A slight vertigo overtook me as I turned and looked at Julia, she was… so small now. She stood and walked over to me, her face barely above the bottom of my chest.

“John, oh my god.” She ran her hands over me, the tips of her fingers exploring every line of definition, every cranny. She caressed my manhood as if it was the finest treasure of an ancient kingdom. “You’re…perfect. Literally perfect. I can’t… GOD you even smell perfect.” She suddenly leaned forward and licked my chest and abs “Taste perfect too.” She smiled sat on the bed, clearly ready for another round. Offhandedly I mentioned “I guess my students will be even more infatuated with me now. One of them was practically throwing herself at me today. And with my hormones the way they are, it was hard to tell her no, I must be honest.” Despite saying this in what I thought was a joking manner, I sensed perhaps I had said something wrong. The air in the room changed. Julia stared at me for a long moment. She looked me up and down, then met my eyes.

“Do you really want her?”

I began to backpedal, this was not worth a fight, not after I had ascended into full masculine glory. This should be the night we celebrate and remember forever!

“No! It was just a joke, you know I’ve been crazy horny lately and it would be completely inappropriate for me to even entertain those thoughts in the first place! I love you, Julia, you’re all I need I swear on everything I know and care for.”

Julia looked to the side. “So, what did she do? How did she ‘throw herself at you?’” I was beginning to suspect I had well and truly stepped in it now, but there was no other option with Julia but to be completely and totally honest and to hope she wouldn’t have me sleeping in the car for the next month before I even thought about sleeping on the couch.

“She just tried to flirt with me and asked if I had any ‘special’ office hours. Really cheesy stuff, like you’d see in a bad movie.” I hoped my dismissive tone would convey how little I really valued these advances. Julia was silent for a while before looking up at me again.

“You should call her.”

“WHAT”

“You should call her. Tell her to come here, and fuck her brains out.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, it was shocking, it was crass, it was so unlike anything I could have ever expected. This was my Julia? Where had this one been hiding? Had I really been such a complete and total wimp that I just never saw this side of the woman I loved? She sneered at me and stood, placing her hands on my shoulders to push me down so she could whisper in my ear. “But love, I get to be there. I get to say how and where you fuck her, and when you’re done, I. Get. Your. Cum.” She nibbled my ear and moved back to face me. “That’s the deal. I think it’s a fair one.”

“Bu- B- But…WHY? Why are you okay with this?”

“Sweetie, I just saw you turn into a fucking demigod. I already could barely keep up with your needs and now you’re practically twice the man you were an hour ago. I’m going to need help. You will too. But, that’s my demand. You can have whoever you want, and trust me babe, the way you look now, that’s ANYONE, but I get to decide how and I get the prize at the end. So, are you going to try to convince your love to NOT let you have sex with as many beautiful women as possible, or are you going to introduce me to your new self properly?” She laid back and spread her legs; I smelled that sweet aroma again and my mind clouded as I began to lay atop her again. She whispered again in my ear “Thank you, my love. Thank you.”

Current stats as of time of recording:

Height: 6’5”

Weight: 270 lbs

Chest: 54”

Biceps: 21.5”

Waist: 32”

Quads: 32.5”

Penis flaccid length/girth: 9.25”/4.33”

Penis erect length/girth: 11.72”/5.6”

This will not be my last log. Further effects may become apparent as time passes. Hell, this worked so well… what would happen if I took another dose? Fuck, getting hard just thinking about it. Need to calm down, rel-

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