Anywhere! You just have to go.

It's less a matter of where you should go than that you feel you must leave immediately. In a panicky haze, you run to your bedroom to find some clothes. There's no sense getting arrested for indecent exposure as soon as you leave your apartment. Grabbing the first few pieces of clothing you see from a basket of unfolded laundry, you try to pull on a pair of briefs.

But you're having some trouble getting your beefy thighs through the leg openings. It seems like you've grown. A lot.

In fact, now that you think about it, everything feels off. The floor seems further away. Your chest partially obscures your view as you look down at your long feet. Your pecs are massive and cut with definition. In shock, you drop the briefs to the floor and go to the bathroom.

In the mirror, you're reflection is huge. You're maybe a foot taller than before, and at least a hundred pounds of solid muscle has been added to your frame.

And your dick...

It's ridiculous. It hangs soft past your mid thigh, at least 10 inches long and fatter than a coke can. Just the view of it sets your heart beating faster.

"Fuck, I'm hot," you whisper.

It'd be fun to try out your new body and wank one out right here. Then again, all this growth didn't just happen.

You. Took. It.

You took it from Craig. Absorbed him.

You don't have time to think about the ramifications. Is what you've done a crime?

It was an accident--I loved it--Craig could have been hurt--I want more--What if I get caught? The thoughts racing through your head leaving your spinning.

Whether or not you can be held responsible for what you've done, the fact remains that getting caught would be a disaster. Best case scenario, you become some sort of science experiment. Worst case, you're locked away forever.

You resolve to leave now and worry later. You throw on a pair of your baggiest old basketball shorts. Now they fit you like a glove, and they show off every contour of your massive dick and balls. You pull on an old t-shirt that used to fit like a hot air balloon. Now it's tight, stretched at the seams fighting to contain your muscled bulk.

As you head for the door to go, it swings open in your face.