Day 3

*click*

Day 3 of observation of Serum XM-32 effects, and boy have there been effects!

I went home to Julia shortly after recording day 2 and, well, there’s not a better way of saying it; I ravaged her. I was barely able to contain myself as we sat down for dinner. I kept bouncing my leg and staring at her perfect chest. She was still wearing her work clothes: white blouse, black skirt, black hose. Simple, effective, and effortlessly sexy. Combined with her long black hair, she was the sexy secretary or librarian of my dreams, even though she’s nearly partner at her law firm.

I swear my senses were heightened, I could taste every ingredient of the food with perfect clarity, see the slightest movement under her blouse. She likes to take her bra and heels off as soon as she comes home and my mind was overwhelmed with stimulus trying to see just a glimpse of skin or a small, perfect nipple pressing against the soft fabric. I could feel what seemed like every cell of my hard co-, ahem, penis pressing against my pants and my hands longed to touch her smooth skin.

After dinner I couldn’t stand it, I pressed myself behind her while she was doing the dishes and let her feel my throbbing need, I was unaware of the slight height difference now and how it made her fit even more perfectly against me. She giggled sweetly and turned to me to give me a soft kiss, one that I accepted and then turned into a needy deep French kiss, holding her tight against me. She mentioned that my arms seemed firmer than usual and that sent me over the top.

I picked her up, ME! Picking her up! And practically threw her onto the bed. I quickly stripped off my clothes and then turned my attention to her. Kissing up her legs and sliding her skirt up her hips, I worked my way up her thighs to her waiting sex. I could smell and taste her arousal, even before I ripped open her hose and began to lick her wet folds. The taste, GOD, the taste. Ambrosia could not compare. As I enjoyed my after-dinner treat, she moaned and threaded her hand through my hair, saying she’d never seen me like this and that she liked it. She said she loved me as I ran my tongue around and over her clit, driving her to pleasures I had never accomplished before. I could feel my own arousal around my hips, I was practically flooding the sheets with pre-ejaculate as I ate her out. Her legs wrapped around my head and squeezed as she came. I had done it. I had made her scream like never before. As she came down from her bliss, she noticed something.

“Have you been working out?”

I looked down at my chest, while I wasn’t ripped or jacked, my stomach and lovehandles were practically gone! I looked like a guy who goes hiking on the weekends or some other equally physical hobby.

“Just losing weight from stress. Testing is getting intense, and this could be a big breakthrough.”

I must be a bit self-aggrandizing, as I said “Big”, I pressed my hard dick against her and teased her opening with the head. I’m not sure if she found it sexy, but I certainly felt like a Don Juan as I slowly entered her and began our lovemaking in earnest. Despite my meager gains in that department, the lack of belly fat and my ferocity of thrusting made her feel tighter than ever and she certainly seemed to feel more of me as well. I felt as though I could perfectly stimulate her, almost a six sense. Where to kiss, where to bite, how hard to thrust, when to stare deeply in her eyes with the possessive **** of a “real man.” The climax was transcendent. I lost all sense of time and space and when I finally came around, I had laid beside Julia and wrapped her into my arms. She herself was resting and had snuggled into the crook of my neck. I couldn’t find the motivation to do anything but rest with her.

The next morning, I awoke at my usual time, but perhaps that is not the correct term. It was more as if my awareness suddenly clicked on as my alarm sounded. There was no grogginess, no wish to hit snooze. I was simply awake. I went to shower and saw that the serum had indeed done more work in the night. I was thin! Well, thin is a negative term, I was in shape! Once again not the macho man I expected but firm muscle stood out on my chest and stomach, my arms and legs seemed long and toned. Instead of a hiker I now looked like a distance runner. As I went to relieve myself I could see that my penis was also slightly girthier. Length would have to be investigated later. In the shower I felt that my hair was thicker and the receding I had seen on my hairline was filling back in. I made the decision to take the day and use the university gym to measure any strength gains. After silently admiring Julia’s sleeping form and making a note to perhaps start looking for new sheets to replace any that might be ruined in the future, I found some ancient shorts and a biology department t-shirt and left before the sun had even risen. I realized as I drove that I had forgotten to eat on my way out of the door. I pulled into the local fast-food joint and ordered the biggest breakfast they had. Flapjacks, sausage, bacon, grits, the works, along with a large coffee that I even refilled before getting back into my car.

The university gym was, of course at such an early hour, empty. I swiped my access card and moved to a secluded area to begin my warmup. After some light stretching, I decided to do a short jog to get my blood pumping and perhaps settle some of my large meal. I set the treadmill to level 5 of 20 and began to trot at a speed I felt would have become taxing a few days ago. However, this time I found myself not even changing my breath. I moved the level up, first 2 levels, then 4, then 7, until I was at level 15, something that should have been nearly a sprint for myself. It was only here I began to feel resistance and began to sweat. I couldn’t believe it, not only was I gaining muscle and burning fat, that muscle seemed to be extremely efficient and less prone to lactic acid build up. After 30 minutes, I decided to step off the treadmill and move to the free weights. I wiped myself down with a provided towel and took a sip of water from the fountain, eyes locked on the ultimate measure of manliness, the bench press.

Sure, bicep curls may be an opportunity to show off muscular development, but no matter who you ask, the bench is where you find out if someone is actually strong, and not just a poser. I tentatively loaded 135 pounds on the bar, a number I would fear to even load, let alone lift 3 days ago, but I was feeling confident. I had given Julia a night of bliss, I could run for hours, my cock was growing, of course I could lift this, surely, right? I laid down, gripped the bar with all my strength and pushed. The bar nearly flew out of my hands. I regained control and brought the bar down slowly, fighting the urge to laugh in shock at the ease of which I was moving this weight. I performed around 20 reps before putting it onto the rack and immediately began loading more weight. I knew what I wanted. 225 was the number all the NFL guys have to do at their combine to measure strength. If I could accomplish that, I’d be stronger than most people, let alone the average person. It was a big jump, nearly 100 pounds, but like I said, I was running on high amounts of confidence, shock, and caffeine. I laid down, gripped the bar and pushed. This was difficult, but not impossible. Breathing heavily, I brought the bar down with as much control as I could and as I touched my chest pushed with all of my might.

What happened next was astounding. I swear I could feel the fibers of my muscles swelling, not ripping and repairing, simply building up upon themselves to meet the task. I felt my t-shirt tightening around my neck and chest, felt the sleeves creeping up my shoulders. It was all I could do to not moan loudly and turned it into a slight grunt as I completed the rep and racked the weight. I didn’t give myself any time to think or look at the weight, I ran for the exit and headed for my office.

Inside, I looked at myself finally and was once again struck by the changes. This shirt was baggy on me, an extra large that was given off the bottom of a stack at some department get together. I usually only wore it to do yard work and to slouch around the house in. Now, it was…fitting. My chest pushed it out to hang freely, my stomach never touching the fabric. My arms and shoulders filled the sleeves with obvious strength. I was… buff. I also had confirmed a hypothesis, that stimulus could increase the effects of the serum. My legs weren’t left out either, small teardrops were beginning to form on my quads and baseballs were attached to my calves. With shaking hands, I lifted my shirt up to see the tight abs that now rested underneath. They weren’t the hard rippling abs I dreamed of, but they were there! I had them! And I knew how to make them better.

That thought. How to make them better. It sparked something in my mind and I rushed to my computer. In a fugue state of focus, I began working on improvements to the serum, amplifying effects, speeding up response time, even changing the administration process to a nebulized gas. Everything seemed to pop into perfect form in my head. No doubt in my mind that the serum had begun to affect my neurons as well. After several hours, some time in the afternoon, I came out of that state and realized I needed to record this entry.

As of recording, major statistics lie at

Height: 5’10” a further increase of 3”

Weight: 185 lbs

Biceps: 16”

Chest: 38”

Quads: 28”

And finally, I saved this measurement for last to get on recording.

Penis length flaccid: 4.4”

Fuck, already bigger soft than I was hard, shit have to measure girth before it gets hard.

Penis girth flaccid: 2”

I know it wasn’t stated in my first entry but, I had to include it, it fits my hand so well right now. Shit here it comes. Blood rushing quickly, should be noted, full erection was gained in much quicker time than normal. It was almost instant.

Oh fuck.

*There are sounds of soft moaning and the rustling of clothing*

P-Penis length erect: 7.2”

Penis girth: 3.5”

It’s.. I’m.. fuuuuuucckkkkkk soooo big….. so hot… so strong…

*click*