Day 10

*The man is sitting in an office this time, a desk in front of him and bookshelves lining the wall behind. He’s dressed conservatively by his standards, a button-down shirt, mostly buttoned besides the top three buttons which clearly have no hope of ever been closed. He wears black slacks and shoes and has a golden chain around his neck. He has a forlorn look on his face. *

Hey, so quick housekeeping. I was drunk when I recorded the last log. I looked at the receipt from the bar and I had downed like 8 beers and somewhere in there a few shots without really thinking about it. Everything else really happened, I rewatched the video to see if I was remembering correctly and luckily, I did. I would have felt terrible if I saw that she was uncomfortable or **** into it. Like I said, really lucky about that. That also means I drove home drunk, which is NOT okay. I don’t think I should drink alone again, at least not until I understand how my body feels with **** in it better. I told Julia about it and showed her the video and she wasn’t mad, but she agreed that solo drinking is a bad idea at this point. She was happy that I was having fun though and embracing my new life.

We did more measurements last night, I have them written right here. Okay so for me my stats are now:

Height: 6’6.5”

Weight: 287 lbs.

Chest: 56”

Waist: 32”

Biceps: 22.5”

Quads: 33”

Penis flaccid length/girth: 10”/5”

Penis erect length/girth: 12”/6”

That’s right, a full foot of hard cockmeat. I’m pretty stoked about that. Plus, the girth being exactly half feels nice too. I mean, it’s a fucking weapon, but mentally I like the symmetry. Julia let me measure her as well and her stats are wild:

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 170 lbs

Chest: 36 D

Waist: 27”

Hips: 40”

I only made it to those before I had to fuck her again. You may notice the weight is a little high, well that’s because she’s breaking out in muscle too. She’s got a solid four pack now and her thighs are bigger than her waist, or at least close to it. She mentioned that she also has the increased stamina and strength that I got, but it’s more in line with being stronger than the average guy, not borderline superhuman. Probably helps her stand up to all the sex too. I swear she can work her pussy muscles too, but I don’t really have a measure for that.

*He moves back from the desk and holds his gigantic arms out, gesturing at the room*

I had to move locations, this is, or was, my main office for research and stuff. Julia had me clear out some things but kept the bookshelves. Which leads me to my next bit of news. Julia’s idea for how to make money? Become an influencer. I made a lot of sense when I thought about it. How many idiots are out there who look close to how I look and spout hateful, ignorant shit all day and make the world a terrible place? Like a million, and it’s ruining the next generation in my opinion. The paperwork Julia was working on was an LLC application for my own personal brand to let me monetize my content and be legally protected. I wasn’t super into the idea at first, but she won me over when she told me all the different avenues I could go down. When I was a biologist, opportunity was limited, you either got hired as a researcher for some company or were hired as a teacher or professor, begging for crumbs to fund your research. Now, I can stream, make videos, whatever. I think the freedom is what gets me. Plus, I mean, it’s pretty obvious that I’m gonna make an OnlyFans are you kidding?

I’m…liberated, in a way. I get to just experience all this new shit that I couldn’t before the serum. There really are two worlds out there for normal people and those who society sees as special. I hate that it’s true, it’s not fair at all. I deserved happiness and respect when I was a nerd. I deserved to feel like I belonged to the larger whole. Now, seeing things from this side, I understand just how much I was outside of “normal” life. My life now isn’t normal, I am NOT saying that. I’ve just gone to the other ****, but like, I can see shit I was missing out on. I didn’t really have work friends and all my friends from school or hobbies are out of state or even the country. Besides Julia and her friends, I didn’t have a social life. Now I AM the social life. Wherever I go, people want to hang around me. I see it just going about my day. I look up and there’s people nearby just staying close to me. It’s a magnetism, like they want to be close when something happens. Maybe it comes with carrying yourself with confidence, and looking like the toughest guy in the world helps too.

*He laughs, a deep bellowing sound. The fourth button on his shirt pops open from the motion of his mighty chest shaking and pressing against it. He stops without noticing and relaxes in the chair. *

Julia said she had a talk with her bosses yesterday and thanks to her performance in the cases they put her on, they’re already thinking about moving her up to partner! That’s huge, and I’m really happy for her. But I’m sure you’re wondering how the photo session went.

When we got there, her friend Sylvia had already set up the studio for a nice, professional shoot. I was in my new suit since that was the first outfit we would take photos in, but Julia had a small suitcase filled with other outfits that she wanted to try on me for social media and other stuff. Sylvia opened the door and said,

“Sorry, studio is booked for the slot, come back later on.”

“Sylvie, it’s us! John and Julia.”

Sylvia blanched for a moment, staring at us like we were body snatchers masquerading as her friends. I couldn’t blame her; we looked like different people and it took close inspection and deep knowledge of us as people to see the old faces underneath.

“You’ve changed… a lot. I didn’t recognize you. Plastic surgery?”

“Healthy living, actually. I’ll tell you about it sometime.” Julia pushed into the studio and Sylvie snapped out of her suspicion and retreated into the familiarity of her work.

From the moment we started, I could smell the girls getting horny slowly throughout the session. Julia was more upfront with her arousal, smiling, biting her lip, telling me how good I looked. She tried to keep it PG for Sylvia’s sake, but I could tell she wanted to say much more graphic shit to me as I smoldered for the camera. Sylvia, she was a pro. It wasn’t until about 25 minutes in that I saw her rub her legs together. She passed it off as shuffling her feet to get comfortable for the next shot, but since that shot was a low angle centered practically on my chest, I don’t need to be a doctor to know what was up.

Sylvia had changed very little since I last saw her at a wedding a few years ago. Short pixie cut, ear, lip and nose piercings, tattoos covering her arms. The only difference was that she was wearing her normal attire of a band t-shirt, overalls and chucks. I used to envy her ability to wear whatever she wanted and express herself with tats and piercings, now I didn’t feel envy, I felt attraction. I’m not sure if it was the pheromones or if it was a secret crush, but I made up my mind almost immediately that I wasn’t leaving until I had fucked her raw.

It came time for an outfit change and we went with what has become a staple of my style, silk shirt, pants, and Julia’s favorite chain. They also recommended a little bit of makeup, but then spent most of that time rubbing oil into my exposed chest and abs. Julia couldn’t hide her lust at that point, making sure to stand up and kiss me while Sylvia “checked to make sure everything was evenly covered.” She whispered into my ear.

“I’ve never seen her so tense. She’s trying so hard to be a good little photographer. Maybe you can do something to break the ice? I think if I did, she’d just think it was us being a couple.” I thought for a moment and as Julia moved away, I placed my hand over Sylvia’s which was caressing my abs for the sixth or seventh time. She looked up at me, a little shocked. She had lost focus and was just rubbing oil into my abs in her own lustful worship. I smiled down at her and pulled her up to her feet. She shot a look over at Julia, who was smiling sweetly and giving Sylvia a small nod. She turned back to me, and I kissed her softly. A small “eep!” came out of her mouth before she sank into the kiss. I ran my hands up and down her back, careful to not touch my oiled chest. I broke the kiss off and held her steady while she got her bearings back.

“I think we can start the next part now, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, right. Of course. You look… great.” She let out a sigh as she took her place behind the camera. This went on, with her moving around me and barely keeping her soft moans in check. What I hadn’t noticed was Julia had stepped into the restroom and changed clothes herself.

“I think we’re ready for the couple photos, Sylvie.” I turned and nearly came on the spot. Julia, with her new fit body and curves, had poured herself into the tightest, shortest dress I’d ever seen her wear. Paired with the platform heels she had on her feet; she was only about an inch shorter than me. Standing there, small little Sylvia looking up at us, I felt like an apex predator. Julia ran a hand over my chest and then spread some of the remaining oil onto her breasts to give them a shine. I kissed her deeply and hotly, lust seeping through every pore of my body. Julia shuffled us to the center of the studio, and Sylvia started taking pictures in rapid fire batches. I’m not sure how long we stood there, kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, but eventually we turned to Sylvie, and she took a few photos of us in typical poses. Once we wrapped up, Sylvie began to put away her equipment. Julia stopped her.

“Babe, you should take some pics with Sylvie! I’m sure she would appreciate it. We hardly ever get pictures of you and my friends!” I smiled at Sylvia and held out an arm, opening myself to her. She meekly moved towards me, and I could smell how soaked her panties were. How could they not be? Watching us, two towers of sexuality, enjoy each other’s bodies, even in the most chaste way? I’m amazed she didn’t pass out. She came close to me, and I wrapped her up in my arm, posing like a normal friend photo.

“Say cheese!” Julia said laughing and taking the photo. Sylvia moved to leave, but I held her firm.

“I wanted to say thank you for this Sylvia, it’s really going to help. You’re a good friend.” I smiled at her and could see her melt. I hugged her, tightly enough for her to feel my power, but not enough to be uncomfortable. I looked back down at her, and she was clearly on the same page at this point. Her eyes were lidded, and she was pressing into me. I gave her another kiss, this time scorching with lust, and sat down on the provided chair to be on her level. He returned it in kind, moaning openly into my mouth.

“Please, touch me. I need it. You’re both so… ahhhh.” I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her pert breasts, small enough that she didn’t wear a bra on most occasions. I latched my lips onto one of her nipples and played my tongue over its tip. “Oh fuck, please, just like that. God. I don’t know what happened to the two of you, but please don’t stop.”

Julia came behind her and placed her hands on Sylvia’s waist. “I told you Sylvie, healthy living. You know what’s healthy right? A healthy sex life. You keep telling me you’re tired of flaky, willowy art boys, well I brought you a man. My man. Have a taste, dear.” Sylvie knelt in front of me, her eyes **** as I pulled down my pants and freed my huge cock. A shocked gasp echoed through the studio and Julia just smiled and looked at Sylvia. “Just do your best, I promise it’s worth it.”

Sylvia kissed my length and weighed my cock in her hand, she was genuinely scared of the size and weight of the thing in front of her. “You’re… so big. So… manly.” I smiled and she wrapped her lips around the head. She couldn’t get much farther down, but I liked her enthusiasm. She made sure to lubricate my entire cock with licks and kisses before she removed her clothes and straddled me. Her tight pussy gripped me almost painfully. I drove myself as far as I could as she screamed out and clawed at my back. I let her set the pace, she got used to my size and began to ride me slowly, kissing my neck and chest, she seemed to be refusing to kiss me on the lips again. I didn’t push her on the issue. At this point, I was here to serve, and she was the leader.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Sylvie?”

“God, so full. Never been so full. Even with my fucking toys!” Her bouncing sped up, a burst of girlcum slipping out of her pussy.

“Are you going to cum already?”

“Fuck, yes! I’m gonna cum!” I smiled and held steady. I felt her tighten around me and suddenly release with a cry as another stream of cum sprayed out of her pussy and onto my abs.

“Good girl, so good.” Julia ran a finger over my stomach and licked it clean right in front of her friend. “Oh, you’re tasty, Sylvie! I wouldn’t have thought! Must be the vegan diet.” She laughed and took Sylvie’s face in her hands. “I’ve always been curious about you Sylvie; you’ve always been the free spirit of our group. Now, I’m unlimited. I’m not bound by silly things like expectations or societal norms. I can act on my curiosity.” She kissed Sylvia and the girl squealed. They embraced while she was still fully impaled on my cock. Julia reached down and expertly fingered her clit, quickly bringing Sylvia to another screaming orgasm. Then, Julia said something I didn’t expect.

“I’m feeling generous darling, I want you to fill her up. Give her your perfect seed.” I shook my head and looked at her.

“Really? Even with-“ She cut me off.

“Because of.” She said, leaving the issue vague to not alarm Sylvia. My mind quickly did the math. Even with super stamina, Julia can’t take care of me all the time; and Sylvia is our friend, one of Julia’s closest. Having another super babe might be a good idea. I focused my efforts on fucking Sylvia into a puddle and after a few minutes of hard thrusting, filled her to the brim, causing yet another hard orgasm for the poor photographer. I exited her and got cleaned up in the restroom. When I came back, Sylvie was dressed, but still in a state of bliss. Julia must have helped her. Julia smiled at me, suitcase in tow, and walked towards the door.

“See you soon, Sylvie! Love you!”

Julia sucked my cock on the ride back, taking two servings of her favorite snack before we reached the house. Inside, we went to the bedroom, and I asked the question that on my mind since the studio.

“Why did you want me to fuck Sylvia? Out of all your friends?” I didn’t want it to sound bad, but I was confused why the more serious friends weren’t chosen. Sylvia would have accepted our new bodies in stride, she’s used to **** looks.

“Truly? Because I like her the most. It’s a bonus that she’s good with cameras, which could come in handy in the near future.” She shot me a wink and bent over to strip her panties down her long, muscular legs. I just stared at her round, tight ass, the same ass getting bigger and bubblier every day, and underneath that, her perfect pink pussy. I felt like a dog being starved and shown a raw steak.

“But you know my cum will change her. It’s dangerous. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s irresponsible.” She turned and put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “Sweetie, I wouldn’t have you do something that I thought was dangerous to my friends! Even if it does have an effect, which it may not, we aren’t sure, she’s only had one dose. It’s not like I made you fuck her until she looked like a fembot.” I’m not proud, but my cock throbbed at the idea.

“I’m the biologist Julia. I may be different now, but I still know about that field. We don’t know what could happen to her. There are so many variables to consider.” Julia kissed me softly to stop my spiral.

“Yes, you are the biologist. A brilliant man who created something that turned us from normal people into this.” She stood straight and did a sexy turn, smiling with perfectly white teeth and tossing her soft shiny hair over her shoulder. “I trust you. You wouldn’t take something unsafe, and you wouldn’t put me in danger. You are my man. You’re my John.” She hugged me, a lover’s embrace. I smiled and held her for a while.

“Now, let’s rest for a while and tomorrow, we start your new career.”

There was a naughty glint in her eye, and I know I’m in for some new scheme tomorrow when she gets home.

*John sits forward and looks down the camera lens again, his shoulders practically filling the frame. *

Hey, looks like I made it a log without making a mess! That’s progress. I gotta wrap it up soon, Julia will be home. I already posted some of those pics to Instagram and Twitter, although now it’s X? I didn’t follow all of that, I’m just gonna call it Twitter. I’ll talk to all of you tomorrow.