IQ Drop - round 6

You struggle to remember the names, your mind fuzzy and easily confused. The lube poured over you has seeped into your leather trousers around the waistband and you can feel it making your crotch all slimy. The feeling drives you wild and you want to stroke your cock but your hands are still chained to the podium. You slam your hand down on the red button.

"Uhh Joey...Phoebe....Ross.....UGGHHH!"

Your list is interrupted as the warmth radiating from the injection site in your neck suddenly turns into a hot flush that slams over your whole body. You try to speak as your body convulses and your back arches. The audience applauds wildly as they watch your muscles stretch and expand. The chest harness you are wearing tightens noticeably as your chest swells with muscle. You can feel the leather trousers stretch as your thighs and calves expand and some part of you realises they were deliberately left loose in order for this change to occur.

The pain stops and you stand there, your body fat has gone down by 10% and your muscle mass increased by 50lbs. You now look like as though you have spent hours a day lifting weights. You look down, having to peer around the ridged shelf of your pecs. The sight of your new muscle arouses you and you can clearly see the bulge of your cock in your skintight trousers. You are drawn back to the competition by the "PING" and the roar of the crowd as your time expires.

You almost welcome the pain in your head as your IQ reduces down to 77. Your whole body seems more sensitive and the slightest touch excites you. Even the wrist bands make you excited and you pull against them, enjoying the way they feel against your skin.

"Oh dear," crowed the host "down to 77. Starting to be borderline now, aren't you Michael? Difficult to concentrate? Having problems remembering why you're here? And look at your muscles now!! What do you think, Scott?"

Scott moved into your field of vision and smiled. You stared at his naked chest, licking your lips and wanting to get nearer to him. "Hell yes, he looks much better." The crowd applauded.

"Alright, Scott, time to select your next item." Scott moved back out of sight and after a few seconds, the audience applauded.

"Now, Michael, here's question number 6. I need to think very carefully. Spell the word CONCENTRATE."

With a click the clock started and as it did, Scott slipped a leather hood over your head and started to secure it in place