What happened

A couple ounces of vodka should not hit like that, so I blame the serum. The magic juice that was supposed to make me better, make Jane better, make Chris even cuter….

Almost immediately, something seemed off. And as my head swam, I saw Chris, unbothered, get up and help Jane lay down on the couch. He said something to her that I couldn’t make out, and then he came to me and gently leaned me back. I felt hot, flushed, a little nauseous…

“I am sorry, Daniel, I should have warned you both about this. I just got caught up in the moment, and I wanted to make sure we were all in this together. So first, I needed to catch you guys up….”

He leaned in close, and brushed my hair from my eyes. “I love you. You will be just fine, I promise, just gotta ride it out.”

It must have been at least two hours later when I woke up. Still on the immense living room sectional. I felt suddenly sick, as I sat up, and I staggered wildly over to the bathroom by the bar. Just barely made it in time and heaved up what seemed like a gallon of puke… and realized to my horror that I was seconds from needing to evacuate my bowels. My head was swimming but somehow I managed to get myself situated in time. It was not remotely pleasant, and yet, the minute it was finished, I felt much better. Just s dull headache, and a bit of muscle ache. I moaned a little as I stood to finish wiping off and flushed. Then my sinuses decided to void themselves, and as I blew my nose, I realized tears were streaming down my face. I was covered in flop sweat, and I sat back down, still naked.

“Danny?” Chris was tapping at my door. “Danny, you okay?”

“No, I just shat out a weeks worth of bad food and I am probably dying in here, you bastard.”

“I’m coming in,” he said.

“No—”

But of course he opened the door anyway. “Ooh man, I forgot how bad this part was.”

“You fucker,” I said.

“Dude, I know. It sucks. But in about five minutes, you’re gonna be fine.” He filled a cup with water and handed it to me. “Drink this, you’re dehydrated.”

I did so, and he was right, the relief was almost immediate. He took the glass and refilled it, wordlessly, and watched me gulp down the second glass.

“It’s your body flushing out all the toxins,” he said. “It sucks, I know, but it’s worth it. And it is blessedly quick. I suggest a nice cool shower,” he said. “Go on, you can probably stand now. I will clean up in here, just go across the suite to your room and freshen up. There’s some clothes in there for you, towels are already there.”

Mentally cursing his name, I thudded over to the room I’d been pointed at, and inside it. I still felt pretty poorly, and guzzled another glass of water as I stumbled about in a blurry haze. A shower sounded perfect. The water felt amazing, and the pressure was perfect. I stood there for a while letting the lukewarm water cascade over me, until I felt more human. Then I cranked up the heat and grabbed the loofah and scrubbed myself thoroughly. Managed to get shampoo in my eyes, which was partly why I didn’t immediately see the difference in my body, but I know I felt something was off as I scrubbed. I also still felt dehydrated, so I drank quite a bit from the shower while I was in there.

Finally, I switched off the water and grabbed the towel to dry off. As I started to towel off, I glanced down…

Fuck. Me.

It had definitely worked. I turned to face the mirror.

See, I was reasonably familiar with my own body. Boring, in unremarkable shape. Average penis and balls that were by no means noteworthy.

I certainly didn’t have the beginnings of abs, nor firm pecs, nor the bait and tackle I found now. I had drifted along in no shape at all for years.

Soft I was probably three inches before, just shy of six when hard. A grower not a shower, I guess, though my balls were a little more impressive, hanging fairly low. That’s why I preferred briefs.

And now, I realized, I was closer to five inches soft, and my balls were almost a third larger than they’d been. Shit. It had really worked, and as I took stock of my little upgrade—firm belly, some definition in my pecs and upper legs, even a hint of arm muscle that I hadn’t seen before—my little friend rose to have a look too.

I gently tugged my more substantial meat, and it quickly responded, surging in length and girth until I was faced with a dick that had to be over eight inches long, and was much thicker than it had been. My balls felt inordinately full, and I was hyper aware…..almost surreally sensitive to the stimulus.

I began leaking precum, and not just a little bit. I feared at first that I was dribbling piss but of course that wasn’t it. I smiled, enjoying the sensation, and leaned back against the wall. It felt like an hour of jerking, alternating between gentle strokes and aggressive yanking, until finally I realized that I was shouting as I came all over the mirror. Not just a little bit, but a remarkable amount. Wow, that really took the edge off….but I could almost feel my balls churning, eagerly refilling.

It occurred to me, as I wiped up the evidence, that I had purged every possible bodily fluid in the last half hour or so.

“Danny? You done?”

“…yeah,” I said.

“You, uh, left your shorts and underoos out here.”

I took quick stock of my appearance. Messy hair still messy, but easily fixed once I got to my bag. But my body itself was okay. I felt good. Energized. Healthy, yet sated, once I’d blown that epic wad.

“Okay, be right out,” I said, grabbing the robe hung on the back of the door.

Out of sheer habit, I hugged the robe tightly against me as I left the bathroom where I found Chris looking concerned.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.

“Awesome. Wait ‘til you see Jane,” he said, but I didn’t have to wait long.

“Oh my god, you guys,” she said.

At least, I thought it was her. Only now instead of a 5’6” chunky nerd girl, she looked like that same girl’s sister. Her taller, curvier, sportier sister.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Look at this! I finally have real tits!”

Yeah, even Elton John would have looked. And sure enough, her unremarkable boobs were now perky and full. She’d wound up with an hourglass shape that most women would admit was rather nice, and most guys would rate at least a 7 or 8. Mostly for the boobs, which overfilled the t-shirt she wore, causing it to ride up and show off her concave tummy.

“Nice,” Chris laughed.

“Okay, Daniel, your turn!” She playfully grabbed at the robe, but I held it firmly on.

“Guys, really…”

“Well you mostly saw this, but I think at this point we shouldn’t have secrets between us,” Chris said. And he stripped off his shirt and dropped his board shorts.

“You look the same,” Jane said.

“I told you, I wanted you guys to catch up,” and suddenly he had robe off me.

Ever realized suddenly that you hadn’t worn any undies? I have. And not just in a dream.

“Nice, man, you look….um”

Ah, bless her, Jane was less tongue tied.

“Wow, Daniel, I had no idea you had so much going on in your pants.”

Because of course I had a rather large erection going on. Despite recent efforts, it seemed ready for action.

“Is that after you pounded one out in there?” Chris laughed. “Don’t worry, I heard Jane in her room, too. Of course you did, I warned you about the libido thing.”

Jane just looked at me and blushed, as I attempted to cover myself again.

“Don’t do that,” Chris said.

“What?”

“Don’t cover yourself up. You won’t want to soon anyway, now that you’ve had the first dose.”

“I dunno, it’s chilly in here,” Jane said.

“We can tell,” Chris and I said in unison. Her nipples were like little iron spikes in that tight shirt.

“Okay, fine. You’ve both seen it all anyway.”

“Well, take it in kids,” Chris said, “because now you’ve caught up. It’s time for us to do the next phase. The next dose. All of us this time.”

He had already set out the shot glasses.

“Now, in theory, this wave shouldn’t be as gross as the last one. But we will probably need to eat and drink, a lot, after. Foods in the kitchen. But just in case, I will go first…”

And before we even realized it, he downed his shot, and flopped down on the couch.

The effects were almost immediate.

His entire body shuddered, and then pulsed. Every vein stood out in stark relief as he threw his head back. “Fuck!” He said through gritted teeth.

And then stomach gurgled loudly, and he began to spontaneously flex everything…and it basically stayed flexed. First his abs and obliques, then his torso and pecs, then his butt. Then his dick, and his arms and legs… then his dick again. Each flex it grew a little, all of it.

Understand that Jane and I were still reeling from our own transformations, and we instinctively grabbed each other as our friend hissed in pain. I could feel the heat of her nearby, feel her pulse through her skin and mine. I could almost smell her sudden panic, and I did definitely smell her arousal as Chris went from “kinda cute and fit” to “work of art” before our very eyes. When it finished a moment or two later, our friend was almost a different person. His breathing stabilized, and a moment later, his eyes fluttered open, with long lashes and high cheekbones and a piercing green eyes. He grinned, and suddenly there was a dimple and a strong jawline. Oh, he had gone from a 6-7 to a 9, at least. Surely his body added to that, with its firm bulges and cobbles. I dunno, I am not really a fan of math anyway.

“Oops,” he said, nodding at the increasingly girthy penis his sported. Blood rushed into it as he rolled his eyes back, and his dick inflated… and kept going, both fatter and longer than it had been. At a guess, he’d been in the seven plus range already, but that bastard doubled up, surging to over a foot as we stared, stunned and aroused ourselves….

To say we were entranced by Chris and his newly upgraded body would be an understatement. Enthralled is a better word.

First, his face was simply astounding. A tweak here and there, stuff you’d never have been able to pinpoint, and suddenly our decently good looking friend was downright hot. Even his teeth seemed more even and whiter, but I don’t recall ever noticing them before. Mesmerizing, almost.

Below that, and I suppose after the first dose, he was well into the territory of underwear models and “join our gym” commercials. What had been skinny fitness was now lean muscle; what had been lean muscle had become corded and aesthetic; where he’d had firmness he now bulged impressively; where he’d had muscle he was now sporting brawn. Never particularly hairy, his light dusting of chest hair was confined to a few swirls around each nipple and a treasure trail down below. And below that was a revelation. His perfectly average dick was now a monster, throbbing and straining at over a foot long, with balls like a pair of eggs, covered in golden blond and brown fuzz that spread into his strong thighs. He was still breathing heavily.

I could have sat there for hours just looking him over, but risked a glance at Jane, whose hand was drifting down to her own snatch to almost unconsciously finger herself. My own hand had wandered, too.

Chris opened his eyes, and sat slowly up, running fingers along his new ridges and bumps. He carefully saved his crotch for last, and you could see the electric thrill he felt when at last he touched his aching penis.

“God… damn… that was…”

“Hot,” I finished. “Really hot. Shit, man. You gotta get a look at yourself.”

I stood, awkwardly due to the boner, and lent him a hand getting up. Jane was busy staring at Chris, one hand in her mouth and the other buried in her girl bits. No help there, as she began shuddering and closed her eyes.

“Ouch,” Chris said. “I need fuel. Food. Something.”

“You need help with that,” I said, indicating the monster arched above his belly button, “while you eat?”

I was as surprised I said it as he was, but he silently and slowly nodded as he pulled stuff from the fridge. There was a pack of sliced lunch meat, a small cheese platter, some veggies and hummus, and a huge pitcher of lemonade. He poured us each a glass, and sat at the table to tuck into the snacks. I could hear his stomach growling as I crawled down below the table, and began to suck off my best friend. I hadn’t done anything like this before, but it was like I was on autopilot. Maybe it was from watching enough porn.

I began tracing lines down his Adonis belt as he ate, which caused him to giggle a bit, and then eventually leaned in to kiss his belly button, and inhale the heady aroma of his crotch. Wow. I felt so sensual and in control, so in the moment, so in lust with Chris, that kissing my way down his dick seemed right. It jumped happily at the attention, and my other hand slowly and sensually massaged his balls. He began to purr, almost, and then I gently took his enormous glans into my mouth. He gasped, and I probably wild have too, if my mouth hadn’t been full of dick. The taste was indescribable, a combination of strength and vitality and yet underlying sweetness. My tongue seemed to have ideas of its own, and as I leaned forward to engulf it, I found myself confidently swallowing the better part of his dick in my first attempt, and he said something unintelligible above me. Didn’t register; I was lost in lust, and had a new unspoken goal of taking all of his immense cock into my throat.

I attacked that fuckstick like I needed it to save the life of a child. And on my third try, my gag reflex miraculously traded itself in for something else—control over my throat muscles in a way I’d never tried before. (Chris moaned “FUUUUUUCK” somewhere overhead and I knew I’d hit my mark.). My breathing was fierce and rapid and filtered through his public hair; my left hand grasped his low hanging balls, and my right hand drifted kept a grip on the chair as he began tomwrithe and gasp above me and then suddenly I knew before he did what was about to happen….

I wasn’t even trying to swallow at that point, as he was far enough down my throat to bypass the whole process. But he kept firing as I backed carefully away, because dammit, I wanted to taste that shit. And I definitely got my wish. He filled up my mouth several times before he seemed to lose the urgency, so I made a rookie mistake and released him. Then that monster cock began randomly spiriting and dribbling in all directions as Chris writhed and gasped above me, sliding eventually off the chair in a sticky, smiling, sweaty heap. He collapsed onto me, still breathing heavily, and then kissed me. He tasted of cheese and cum. I kissed him back as vigorously.

We lay there for a moment in each other’s sticky arms, before his stomach gurgled again.

“Just wait,” he said, finally untangling from me and pulling himself back up into his chair. “When you take yours, it’s going to be even better.”

“Boys,” a sultry voice whispered from somewhere behind us, “that may have been the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

“It’s about to get even hotter,” Chris said. And then he held the shot glass up to my eager mouth. I didn’t think, I just swallowed….

Man, whatever low level vibe I had felt before, it got turned up fast. Things got a bit trippy….I could feel my skin crawling, but instead of being weird or gross, it felt like…like I was becoming more alive. Energy ran through my body and even though I could hear the bones cracking and shifting and feel my skin and muscle scrape against each other, I was helplessly aroused and almost felt high.

A low moan escaped my throat, and it sounded… off. Deeper, a little, but almost like an animal purr.

“Jesus….”

I opened my eyes, and it was like I had completely new eyes, made for drinking in light and color and detail. Above me, Chris’s beautiful, concerned face.

I effortlessly sat up, feeling new muscle flex under my perfect skin. Curious, I stretched my hands out and wiggled my fingers; the tendons in my meaty forearm tapped the corresponding rhythm. Fuck, this was me. I dropped my hand to my lap, and th—

Holy shit. The twinned sensations of hypersensitive skin brushing against a hypersensitive cock almost blew my mind, and then I felt it pump up. And up.

From video footage, I’d say at this point I had surged to truly athletic proportions… verging on superheroic. Just as Chris had done, my body had reached peak perfection and my face had been tweaked in a dozen ways—still clearly me, just…perfected. And my dick, good lord, if I’d landed in the six foot plus range, my little friend was well proportionally larger.

I felt powerful and a little disoriented. And slightly nauseated and sweaty, and hungry and thirsty. And sexy.

“Jesus,” Jane said, again, “how is that even… that dick is huge…!”

I opened my mouth to say something and realized I was parched. I grabbed the glass on the table and chugged it down… and then realized, a little too late, that I had swigged back the blue bottle, not the coke.

The blue bottle… that held the source of the liquid… that I had, at that point, just survived my second eye dropper full of. If two drops of that stuff, diluted in vodka, had made us so much better, what would a cupful do to me?

“Shit,” Chris said.

“Holy hell,” Jane agreed. “Did he just drink the rest of it?”

“Mister Stark, I don’t feel so…”

Everything swam around me and I felt suddenly lightheaded. At that point things get a little…fuzzy. I sort of blacked out and collapsed.

Ever have something hurt so bad, it kind of transcends pain? Like when you press a bruise, it hurts but then weirdly, it feels kind of good? Right, well imagine that bruise feeling, only everywhere, all at once. My skin was on fire and everything aches, yet at the same time, it was like that “I’ve just had a great workout and my body is actively recuperating” feeling, plus, well, some serious coital bliss moments.

Which makes sense. This stuff was perfecting me, burning through every internal organ and lighting my skin on fire, and the sheer intensity of it felt like I was made of fire and encased in ice, and made of ice but drowning in lava, at the same time. It was hot and I could damn near feel every cell in my body, yet it was also soothing.

As the stuff burned through me, priming me for …something…I wondered what that might look like. I had barely got a chance to look at my upgraded self after the second shot, but it seemed like a really sexy version of myself, more or less what I might have looked like if I’d avoided all the pitfalls of life and the bad decisions, and instead moisturized and worked out religiously and eaten healthy. My eyes drifted to the athletic hotties, their perfect skin and hair, their even teeth and relentlessly masculine builds.

But now? I could almost feel the stuff coursing through me, relentlessly optimizing my systems. And I mean relentlessly. I could feel my adrenaline soar, as my body was primed, and I had the entirely disturbing sensation of every organ simultaneously being revised, starting with my hormone systems. Then my nervous system, then my cardiovascular system, endocrine, etc. waves of change rolled over me, and a new hyperawareness began to set in, as my brain was rewired and plugged back in. It was like I had a room next to a train and could feel the rumbling approaching, the whole place shaking as the thing roared past.

Whatever that stuff was, it had done a number on me, and even with my eyes closed I could tell things were irrevocably changed. The sensations were overwhelming—and then something deep in my brain clicked and everything was suddenly manageable. Still there, just not as overwhelming.

The first thing I really felt was hunger, as my system had burned through everything in my digestive system and harvested every spare ounce of fat left. Thirst was high on the list, as the ferocity of the change had driven my body temperature well over design specs. I took one great big shuddering breath, and realized that my upgraded lung capacity was off the charts…and that my sense of smell was incredibly improved. Like, ridiculously so. Most likely because all the neural connectors and scent receptors had been revised and reconnected, and in the process, the instincts to read them had been reapplied. I could smell my friends, their emotions and arousal and distinctive scents. I could smell myself, the food nearby, the lingering scent of the carpet cleaner…

Tactile was next, and if my hypersensitivity had been a thing before, this was a whole new ballgame. I could tell that the carpet where I lay was soaked with sweat, and I could probably count the carpet fibers against my left arm if I cared to focus on that. And I could feel my penis—now with restored foreskin?—snaking its way across my hip as it inflated. Every silky inch was an excruciating journey that only worsened the problem, as the beast straightened and lengthened, and the elastic sensation of foreskin sliding across glans was a completely new and mind blowing experience, dialed up to maximum. Still it crawled over the cobbles of my abdominal region, thickening and lengthening, as my balls churned and roiled with their own agenda. My own arousal scent was pouring forth and I could tell it was interacting with my friends from their own scent responses. It was like I suddenly spoke a new language, but I wasn’t able to stay focused on that as my dick just kept going. If that first shot had upgraded Mister Average to Mister Oh My, this was Mister Universe…and he had ambitions. As it crept past the foot mark, I realized my estimate was probably off because I had no relative measurements to go by.

I suddenly realized I could hear the squeezing, humming, and other odd noises my body was making, and I could hear the heartbeats and breathing of my friends. And the hum of the fridge and distant noises of pipes as people in other condos ran the water. As before, I had the sense that something had been revised and upgraded, and now I could sort and prioritize the sounds, as well as pinpoint their locations.

“Daniel? Are you okay?”

“Okay? He’s fucking incredible!”

“Jane, I’m serious, he seems out of it…”

Finally, I had enough control over the sensory input to try opening my eyes….