by Carlo Thicke
"I try to look out for her." I said. "I'm glad you are too." She might not have been but I was hoping that I could recruit her to.
"Sure, sure" Jenny said, "But listen to what I'm saying, just protecting her from creeps is not enough. Like, I had friends when I was the school slut and they looked out for me, but they didn't listen. They didn't get it when I wanted to be with a guy. I got really lonely and made bad decisions, got with the wrong guy just because everyone expected me to, stuff like that. You've got to really listen to her."
I hadn't thought about it that way. "Okay, I will. And I won't call you 'slut' even when we're playing around."
She kissed me warmly then, open-mouthed and passionate. "Good." she concluded, snuggling in tighter. "And take her to the gym with you sometime, boobs are one thing but if she flabs out she is going to really hate herself."
"I'm not much a gym guy." I chuckled.
"What? Go like this." She cocked her arm up to the side. Her muscle was firm and her skin smooth. I did, with her hand on my biceps. "Oh, yeah right. Look at that, and you 'aren't much a gym guy'. What a bullshitter." she crowed, squeezing...lightly? Was she squeezing lightly? Her fingers didn't encompass very much of my bulging arm.
We didn't have sex again that night. "You pretty much wrecked me." she mumbled when she was dozing off. I woke up early the next morning and gathered up my clothes. Jenny's closet door was mirrored and when I stood in front of it I looked closely at myself for the first time in a while. I brought my arm up and flexed...okay...Jenny wasn't kidding. It looked firmer, harder than I remembered. Maybe bigger too. No, definitely a little bigger. And my pectoral muscles were more pronounced too.
Was I actually stronger? Maybe. It had been a while since I'd been to the gym. I figured it couldn't hurt to give it a try.
When I opened the apartment door at six a.m. and saw Anna already awake on the couch I felt caught somehow, like I was sneaking around on her. It was a stupid feeling, there was no reason for me to care if Anna knew I was out, or even if I was with Jenny, but for just a second I felt like I was caught.
In her low-cut t-shirt and sweatpants, I was getting a stunning view of a body that most at school were only fantasizing about. Having just experienced Jenny at her hottest, I just was blown away by how much more Anna had become. Her breasts definitely surpassed Jenny's in size, but not only that...they were firm, rounded, the nipples thickened and upturned. She was reading a thick book, it looked like it was in Russian. "Oh hey," she said. "Did you have fun with Jenny?"
The 'caught' feeling faded when I saw Anna's eyes and a new feeling started to take over. I was a little...creeped out by the intensity she was looking at me with. Her incredible brain needed input, craved what I was about to say. I was about to shrug it off when I remembered what Jenny had said about listening to her.
"You're pretty interested, huh?" I said.
She nodded, putting aside her book. I approached and she pulled her feet in so I could sit on the couch with her. "Yeah, I had fun. She was feeling out of it..."
"Because her boyfriend dumped her." Anna concluded. "Yeah, I know all that. I want to know...did you have sex?"
I was pretty sure that I still smelled of it. "Yeah, we did. I think she wanted to have sex with someone she could trust, to help her feel better."
"Are you going to get back together?" she said.
"Like, as a couple? I don't know. I don't think so. I don't think I'm interested in going through that again. Anna, you're interested in all of this because you're my friend, right? Not because you're worried about any side effects from version 6."
She laughed coolly. "There aren't any side effects from version 6."
"No sexual side effects?"
"No." she said. "Are you experiencing anything?"
I tried to make it a joke. "That's a little personal, don't you think?"
She laughed. "I guess. Well, so long as you had fun. There's a breakfast burrito in the fridge if you want it." And with that, before we could go into it further, she slid to her feet with a grace that I had never seen before. Her stomach, beneath her T-shirt, rippled as she flowed up with exquisite balance she'd never displayed, arching her shoulders back so her massive breasts nearly split out of her shirt. Then she glided back to her room with the poise of a ballerina. The stumbling nerd had developed catlike agility and dammit, her hard, thick ass twisting slowly with each step made my dick almost painfully hard.
I was famished. I microwaved the burrito and ate it over the sink, not even noticing anything strange about the taste, then dove in the shower to get ready for class.
Chapter 6
I wasn't in great shape that day (as it turned out, this was ironic.) I had worn myself out with Jenny, barely got a few hours sleep, and seemed to be in a haze through all my classes. I felt weird, like people were watching me, like I couldn't quite take a deep breath. I couldn't focus on the whiteboard in class. I almost fell asleep during a video the professor was showing when he turned the lights down, and jolted back awake not with the lights but with the sensation that the girl sitting next to me was looking at me, her jet-black cornrows glistening in the reflected light from the video screen. I was so aware of her, so absolutely alert to the fact that her dark eyes, nearly black in the dim light, were looking at me, I felt the hairs on the back of my arm stand up. I turned towards her, my arm was hanging loose at my side and I lifted it to the desk. I felt the sleeve of my T-shirt strain, it was so tight...I was acutely aware that her nostrils flared as she sucked in her breath, looking at my arm. Finally, I met her eyes.
The lights came back on suddenly. Had the class already passed? I felt like my clothes didn't fit. I went to my next class. I forgot about the girl. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I felt something in the front pocket of my jeans. It was a crumpled note with a phone number and the name "Latisha" - it was my handwriting. I didn't even remember talking to her. I put the digits in my phone.
The sunlight was too bright. I went towards the science library. Anna was coming out. The sunlight was streaming off her hair like she was on fire. She looked concernedly at me, said something to me. She gave me a pill. I thought it was a version 6. I needed to focus. I swallowed it with water from a fountain.
I was standing in the school athletic center annex. It was late at night. I didn't know where the day had gone. "Hey," said someone. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, I think so. Sorry, it's been a long day."
"Well, we close up pretty soon."
I turned around. It was a tight-bodied brunette in athletic workout clothes. "I, uh, I guess...I've never really been in here before."
"Okay. Well, you're the last one in, so if you don't mind keeping it to thirty minutes or so, go ahead while I clean up." she said amiably.
"I bet thirty minutes is all I'll be able to do. I'm not much of a gym guy." I repeated.
She looked even more skeptical than Jenny, but when we stepped into the weight room I must have looked absolutely lost.
"Really? You don't know anything about weight training? You look like you exercise a lot."
"Nope." I said. "I mostly study."
"Huh." she said, still slightly skeptical. "Well, the thing most guys don't realize is you have to stretch out and warm up before, and take some time to cool down after. So for a half an hour, you need five minutes warmup, twenty minutes, then five minutes cool off. Try those light dumbbells there."
I figured she meant the lightest, so I picked up two. She laughed. "Okay, now I believe that you haven't ever done this before. Hold them like this. Now do this." She demonstrated fluidly.
"I'm Carl." I said.
"I'm Emiliana." she smirked. "Okay, you've got it. Now try those there. Do 10, then switch to this machine. If you feel like it's too much, go back a bit on weight. If you do 10 smoothly, increase the weight for the next time around. If you're good, I'm going to clean up."
"Okay, thanks." I said. It was instantly obvious to me that I was stronger than I had bee
n. And when I kept working, I felt...much stronger. I couldn't find a dumbbell that I couldn't lift. The heaviest were heavy, but manageable. The barbell that I lifted almost flew out of my hands it was so light until I really started loading it down.
If the whole idea of coming to the gym was to test Jenny's theory that I was stronger, I had proven that. At that point I wanted to know how much stronger I was, and that meant really loading up one of the gym machines. I picked one - I didn't know what it was called. I still don't. It's the one where you sit in it and put your arms out to your sides, then pull them in, with the weights being lifted up behind your back. When I did the first one and the weights came down with a huge CRASH, Emiliana poked her head out from behind the counter where she was cleaning up. "Hey," she said. "Go gentle, if you can't control it, go l... go lighter..." She almost froze, trailing off. I hardly heard her, I was focusing on doing it 10 times, like she said.
Emiliana stepped closer and closer to me as I worked my arms all the way forward, then, as she said, gently letting it down as my arms turned out to their side. I noticed for the first time how green her eyes were...how pale her skin was. She was so fit and athletic that these delicate features were not easy to spot, but as she came close I realized she was more than pretty, she was beautiful. She reached in gently and touched the side of my chest. "Fuck, you got some serious build there...I... I think you ripped your shirt."
I pulled my arms in and felt. Sure enough, under my arms, my sleeves had torn with the expansion of my chest. And the sleeves themselves were almost painfully tight. And my shorts were bulging with thigh muscles and...oh shit. The outline of an exaggerated cock, down the leg of my shorts. They had been loose when I left the house. Now Emiliana was half-staring at it. "Oh shit...sorry." she gulped.
This was crazy. A girl like her working at a gym annex must have been around tons of muscled up guys, and plenty of big cocks. Maybe it was just proximity but I could almost feel heat building between us.
Now...you can probably tell from the way I've told this story, but I'm not forceful most of the time when it comes to girls. But somewhere between playacting with Jenny the previous night and the long weird day I'd had, there was this sudden surge of power I felt. I grabbed Emiliana by the front of her shorts, right in the waistband. They were loose in front. Her ass was too small to push out the rear, but when I put my other hand on it, I could feel it was rock hard. She gasped in surprise, but didn't pull away. Instead she pulled herself towards me, putting her small strong hands on my shoulders and digging in as she forcefully kissed me. Shit, even her lips seemed strong to me, challenging me, almost daring me to do more with her.
There was no way we were doing anything in the exercise machine, so I pushed her back, and she pushed me back, and by the time I stood up she had wrapped a leg around mine and I was kneading her taut ass forcefully. She was moaning. "Shit...I can't, wait, let me think." she finally said, breaking away. "I can't lose my job. Let's...come on. In here." She locked up, but instead of leaving with me through the front door she took me through the side into the gymnasium. The lights were out, the cavernous space seemed like another world. It was beneath the stands that she pulled me down onto an old wrestling mat and, squirming beneath me, kissed me almost hungrily, open-mouthed. "Finger me and I'll suck your cock," she said, and me telling you, I know it sounded like a demand...but I can tell you straight up, she was begging. This hard-bodied gym girl had known me literally a half an hour and was begging to give me a blow job.
The realization hit me: something was really off. It almost shook me out of my sexual feelings, almost made me make some excuse and split out of there. Almost. I felt that sensation of power well up inside me again when I guided her hands to my waistband and she almost hurt herself peeling off my shorts and reaching inside.
She seemed almost delirious, half-drunk with lust when, in the darkened space of the cavernous gym she peeled my dick out of my shorts and began to kiss and stroke it. She maneuvered around agilely, lying beside me so my hand could cup her sex, rubbing through her ultra-tight, ultra-tiny exercise pants, which she wore beneath the looser shorts. She felt so small, tight, hardbodied, strong.
I started my part of the deal, sliding my hand into her shorts and pulling it down from the inside, inch by inch. She was whispering, in the silence of the gym it sounded like a hiss: "Mmmmm... heheh.... big...you're big... bigger than my boyfriend..." The echo of Jenny's playacting was coming back to me, but this was no act. Emiliana's mouth seemed small and hot when she put her lips to the head of my cock, stretched them out around it, started to suck, her tongue aggressively teasing and tasting the first inches. With her pussy naked, my fingers penetrated her, opened her, swirled slowly within her. She was tight but so wet, so hot. "Mmm..." She slowly pulled her mouth off me, pumping her hips on my fingers. "I'm on a fucking hair trigger...I'm gonna cum at any second...just looking at you wreck that machine...at your huge dick...it tastes so good...do it to me...make me cum..."
She lowered her head again and I really started going after her. In a matter of seconds, she was shuddering and shaking and I could feel her lips and mouth spasming and her fingers gripping and ungripping my stomach and legs as she shook, and shook hard. Under my other hand I could feel her muscles shaking.... I was fingering her to a stunning climax. It seemed to only make her hungrier for me, she was jamming my meat harder into her mouth, swallowing more and more, inch after inch. I'd never been deep throated like this before. She really wasn't able to suck as hard as she had when it was just the head and first couple of inches, but the heat...the tightness...the slipperiness. I let out a moan so deep that the gym mat half shook. Holy shit, was that my voice? So low, so sensual, it seemed to have a power than sent her around the bend, I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers again, felt her cry out in her throat around my dick.
I let her reaction push me over the edge, gripped her pussy tight and began to cum. The flood poured down her gullet...she didn't panic. I felt like this was a girl who thrived on challenge - though I barely knew her at all and couldn't really see her face there was a certain determination in how her hands gripped me...she was going to swallow it. As much of it as she could, anyway, because in what seemed like only a few seconds she was starting to choke. I pulled out as quickly as I could without hurting her. She held onto my cock as spurt after spurt overflowed out her mouth. I could see her cheeks compressing as she swallowed down as much as she could but finally pulled away.
"You're a beast." she cooed, gripping my shirt fiercely as she lay in the dark across my cum-stained midsection. She let me play with her breasts - smaller than I normally like, but high and well-formed, and we kissed in the blackness for a while until we both calmed down enough to be able to stand and leave. I'm sure I looked like a homeless man as I made my way home - torn clothes, odd smell, distracted look.
Freed from the strange haze of the day and the body-lust of the gym annex, I started to feel different. I felt like I'd dosed on version 6 again, except maybe even more so. My mind was racing, I felt like I was putting things together I never had before. Jenny's reaction to me might have been her emotional desperation combined with some playacting on my part. But the girl in the darkened classroom? The girl in the gym? My body's physical changes? Anna had said version 6 hadn't had any side effects. But she had laughed when she said it.
With ironclad logical deductive certainty, I concluded: Anna had dosed me with something, and it was changing me. At least my body, but maybe my mind too, given how I felt. I felt used, violated. Version 6 was one thing; I had at least jokingly asked to be smarter. But this was without my knowledge. I know what you're thinking. 'Hey bro, you got a bigger dick and it got sucked by a gym chick, what's to worry about'. It was because she didn't even give me a choice. I thought she was my friend and here she was slipping me a chemical...no, genetic roofie, making me into something that I hadn't been.
I was really pissed, but also somewhat embarrassed at my appearance when I got to th
e apartment and I was glad that she wasn't out in the living room. I dumped my clothes and went straight to the shower. Inspecting myself in the shower, it seemed my single 'test' workout had either exposed or resulted in some serious changes. In Jenny's mirror that morning I had looked strong...now, my chest bulged firmly, my arms, even hanging relaxed, were thick, and when I clenched a fist and made a bicep it surged up inches bigger than it had been. My belly was no longer soft...and when I clenched down two massive-brick abdominals appeared. I was having a hard time gauging size, since everything seemed to be growing, but my cock also looked thicker, half-sprung in the warm spray of the shower it was still dangling with the weight of its length. I held up the shampoo bottle to compare and stretched myself out, nearly hard now. I was almost as long as the bottle. Nine inches minimum. Probably more. And after fucking Jenny all night and getting sucked off by Emiliana at the gymnasium, I didn't feel sore or worn out. Tugging myself to measure against the bottle had made me feel warm, aroused...and powerful.
I was just an average guy before I started changing. The idea that I might have power beyond what a regular person might have was alien to me. The most authority I even aspired to was maybe being a teacher someday, in charge of a classroom. In romance I looked for partners, not for property. But as I cleaned off my body, reflecting with my new laser-hot mental intensity on my day, I felt fantasies creeping up on me, like Jenny's implications: me striding across to Emiliana in a gym full of inferior boy-men and she almost can't stop from falling to her knees right in front of me. Jenny unable to find release in any other men, angrily dismissing them as she rushes back into my arms. Anna...
I heard the door to the bathroom open. I heard footsteps on the bathroom floor. "Anna?" I said.
As the footsteps drew nearer, I could see a vague outline through the shower curtain. I felt like it couldn't possibly be Anna. It was too tall...and too...thick. Wide at the top, tapering down and then expanding out again hugely. It was an hourglass shape unmistakably feminine even through the vague focus of the shower curtain. I had no idea who it was, I could hear someone breathing heavily, anticipation filling the air.