Xander- Week 1, Check up

"Whats up Doc?"

"Mister Harris. How are you?" Dr. Reynolds waved a hand to the chair in front of his desk.

The young man in a white muscle shirt, black sweat pants and flip flops took the seat quickly. "Cant complain. S'nice to get out of the lab and.... uh, away from the.... uh, microscopes.""

Dr. Reynolds could see the beginning of new muscle definition forming on his exposed arms. "Keeping you busy?"

"Lift weights, Xander. Take your medicine. Run on the treadmill, Xander. Take your medicine. Swim laps, Xander. Take your medicine. Eat, Xander. Sleep, Xander." The young man droned. "Rinse and repeat. All day, every day."

"Ah." Dr. Reynolds nodded. "But surely you get some time to yourself? Some entertainment?"

"Enh... tv at night. The music during working out is... not really my... music." He shrugged. "Its fine. Usually I'm so sore I'd rather spend more time in a hot bath relaxing then on a couch watching the tv."

"Do you feel like you've been pushed too hard?"

"No?" He shrugged. "I don't know. They say they have to dial it in and find just the right amount. So..." he gestured impotently, "maybe it gets better soon."

"Obviously there are immediate results." Dr. Reynolds pointed to Xander's arms.

"Yeah." Xander flexed the newly muscled bicep. "S'pretty cool. Anh, will like it when I get to see her."

"Are you experiencing any side effects?" Dr. Reynolds asked.

"Running with a persistent boner is not... uh, fun." Xander answered.

"Yes, well, that just means that particular medication is working." Dr. Reynolds pressed, "Anything else?"

"Just... uh...." he gestured to his head, "Not exactly on my... uh, A game... verbally. My quick wit is kinda slow."

"I see." Dr. Reynolds made a note in his files, "Perhaps the fatigue of the new work out regimen? Or perhaps one of the medications you are taking?"

Xander shrugged, "Iunno. Maybe. The guys at the lab are still 'dialing it in'. There's gonna be a... uh, reformulaion of... meds this week."

"Ok. I'll have to check with them about that." Dr. Reynolds made a note, "Anything else? It doesnt matter how personal."

"Uh... had the best orgasm of my life when they finally let me whack it last night for their study sample. My knees damn near gave out. And might be because it was saved up but I... uh, definitely... uh, produced more then when I usually whack it." Xander admitted. He shivered, "The lab guys seemed really... uh, impressed with my sample... size. Really impressed."

"Then that medication seems to be working as well, that's good. All three medications working as intended. Fantastic." Dr. Reynolds said happily. "Thats good news. Lets hope your second week goes as well as your first week."