The gym.

Well, I set my alarm this early for a reason, I guess. I should head to the gym...

I spend a few minutes digging through my laundry until I find a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Back before I grew this monster dong, my best asset was my big, round bubble butt, so all my favorite pairs of shorts are tight and extra short to show it off. Pulling them on, I realize I can't really wear them without my 7 inch softie hanging out the bottom, so I switch to an old pair of black compression tights instead.

As I inspect myself in the mirror, I like what I see. The tights show off my fine, tight ass and my heavy cock, which I pull around to the left side of my waist. I'm thin, but pretty cut, and I've got the faintest hint of a nice pair a pecs coming in. The infection made Ivan super hairy and masculine, but the only thing about my body it has seemed to change is the size of my junk. My rich brown skin is smooth and hairless except for my pits and groin.

I pull on my tank and head for the campus rec center. It only opened a few minutes ago, so I'm one of the first to get there and start my workout.

I begin by warming up on the stairmaster. I always try to get in about 10 minutes on that thing to help keep my butt high and perky.

I've been on it for a while and am really starting to sweat when I notice a guy checking my ass out from another machine. He's short, but he's got a killer body. He's got nothing on Ivan, of course, but his arms and chest are swollen with muscle. I bet his biceps are the size of my head. I give him a flirty smile and make sure he gets a good view of my ass as I dismount the machine and head to the lower level where the free weights are located. He whistles appreciatively as I sashay away.

It's good to be back.

Today's my upperbody workout. I start with a conventional bench press and am startled to find that I can handle my usual amount of weight pretty easily. It's been two weeks since I've been in the gym; I'd have thought I'd have lost a little strength. Apparently not though, I manage to get through all my sets each for the next several exercises and get a new PR on each one.

My last exercise is pullups. I've been having to use a resistance band to make them a little easier, but today I'm managing my own body weight totally unassisted just fine. As I go for my last set, Mr. Biceps from earlier walks up and asks if I need a spot.

I don't, but I tell him sure anyway. He's standing in front of me as I hang from the bar and pull myself up. He reaches his hands forward, but not to support me or anything, he's just reaching for my upper leg and caressing it gently. I descend and pull back up, and his hand follows my body inching closer and closer to the outline of my cock pressed into the stretchy fabric of my tights.

"What have we here? Look at that beautiful boner. What is it, like, 8 inches?"

I continue doing pullups. "Nah, friend. That's soft." Okay, maybe I'm starting to chub up a little, but the honest to God truth is that I'm not rocking a boner. Yet.

Although I will be hard soon if he keeps touching me like this. "What's your name?"

"Zachary. You wanna hit the sauna, Wondercock?"

I finish my last rep and drop down from the bar. "I'm Miguel. And sure, lead the way, Thunderjock."