A Perfect Revenge
I don't know what they want me to write. Write about myself, they say. Here goes nothing.
My name is Charles Ryan Casey. I was eighteen a couple months ago. I guess I can have a pretty bad temper, because it keeps getting me in trouble. Right now, I'm being forced to be a guinea pig in this experiment, but I guess it's better than going to jail. They gave me a choice. I could either do this, or they would prosecute me for assault and send me to jail. Guess I picked the wrong guy to beat up. I swear he was a fucking fag and he was looking at me like he wanted me to do something. Then he turns out to be some kind of scientist or something, and says he'll let me out of being prosecuted if I'll let him use me for this experiment. So I said, why the fuck not? Who wants to go to jail? I asked what kind of experiment, but they wouldn't tell me anything. Only that it wasn't dangerous. But they also said if it worked right, it would change me forever. I asked them why me, and they said because they needed a guy, and they wanted a guy like me. I asked what they meant, a guy like me. So that guy, the one I beat up, I still think he's a fag, he says a tall, dark and handsome kind of guy. That makes me embarrassed, and I wanted to hit him again, but I really don't want to go to jail.
So they brought me to this place, which seems like part jail and part hospital or clinic or something, and put me in some kind of observation room. It's got a table, a couple of chairs, a bed , a little bathroom, and lots of mirrors. Probably all two-way mirrors so they can watch me. I've got nothing to read, no TV, nothing. Just this notebook where I'm supposed to talk about myself, describe myself. They said they'll actually start tomorrow morning, first thing, whatever that means. I feel a little nervous because I don't know what they're going to do to me. Guess I'll find out.
Anyway, I'm eighteen. I left home as soon as I got out of school and I didn't tell anyone where I was going. Didn't know myself. I ended up here, in LA. I'm six foot one and I weigh a hundred and eighty pounds. I have dark brown hair. Actually, it's almost black. And I have blue-green eyes. I don't know how to say what I look like other than that. I'm what they call Black Irish. People tell me I look a lot like some old-time actor, Tyrone Power, when he was young, only better looking. I checked out some of his movies, and I guess he was a pretty handsome guy. I guess I am, too. I don't know. It's embarrassing to talk about.
I don't know what else to say, so I think I'll try to get some sleep. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do in here.
It took me forever to get to sleep last night, wondering what this whole thing was about, but finally I did. So this morning that guy comes in, the guy I hit, and wakes me up. He's wearing a tank top and jeans and I could see he's got all these faggy muscles. I know he's a fag. So he says we're all ready to start. I asked him how long this is going to take, how long I'll be in here, and he says it'll only take a couple of minutes right now to give me the formula they're experimenting with, but it'll be about eight days that I have to stay here while they control and observe the results. What kind of results, I asked him, but he said I should just relax and see for myself. They didn't want to tell me ahead of time because they want me to write down everything I feel and observe about myself during that time. He read what I wrote yesterday and told me, with all the time I would have, they wanted a lot more detail about my thoughts and observations. He said that after he had given me the injection I could start by giving them a head to toe description of myself. I'm thinking this guy is really queer. Then he really gets me. Good thing I know there are people watching on the other side of the mirrors, or I would have popped him for sure. He tells me to take off all my clothes. I tell him no fucking way. He asks do I want to go to jail? and I say no, but why do I have to take off my clothes? and he says so they can observe me. Observe what? I asked. He says I'll begin to see soon enough. So I took off my clothes. I felt really nervous and embarrassed. He tells me to sit down at the table, and then he takes all my clothes with him and leaves the room. Says he'll be right back. When he comes back a minute later, he has this tray with the biggest fucking needle and syringe and three vials. He ties off my arm and takes one whole vial full into the syringe, finds my vein, and slowly injects the stuff. He says, okay, we'll wait a minute for the stuff to talk to your body. He tells me I may feel a slight flushing. I ask him what he means by "talk to my body'" and he says that this stuff will make my cells, my gene structure, my DNA open to being reprogrammed. It will make my body ready and able to accept change. In a few seconds, I did feel this real warm feeling all over, but then it pretty much went away. Then he did the same thing with the second vial. He told me that one was actually the new genetic code, or map, he said, that my body would be responding to. I asked him what that meant. He said just a second, and he filled the syringe with the contents of the third vial and injected that one into my vein, too. As he stuck it in, he said that it was for hormone production, to kick everything into action. I asked him again what he meant, and he told me that this stuff would stimulate production of my male sex hormones, which would stimulate my body to react to certain changes. He said my masculine sexual characteristics were being reprogrammed by the genetic formula right now as we sat there. The whole process should take eight days for my body to fully respond, and that was what they wanted to observe. I said, so what's going to happen? but he just said, why didn't I just start working on my notebook and wait and see. But first, he said, they needed some pictures of me as I am now for their records. The "before" shots. He pulls something out of his pocket that looks like girls' underwear and he picks up a camera he'd brought in that I hadn't even noticed. I felt real weird standing there nude while he took pictures of me from the front and back. Then he tells me to put on the trunks he'd pulled out before. What I thought was girls' panties turns out to be some real tiny bikini trunks like musclemen wear for posing. I felt even weirder in those than I did naked. They just barely covered me up. I felt so faggy. So then he finished the pictures, took that fag bikini with him, and left, and now I'm just sitting here naked again, waiting for something to happen. I can hear the sounds of someone behind the mirrors every once in a while, so I guess I should keep writing, like they told me to do.
So I'm supposed to describe myself. I already said I'm six-one, a hundred and eighty. I have dark hair. It's real thick and pretty straight and I wear it a little long, just over my collar. I have pretty heavy eyebrows and what people call full lips. I've got good, broad shoulders, I work out to stay in shape, so I'm pretty cut right now and I've got some decent abs. Everyone says I've got a good six-pack. I've got a thirty inch waist and long legs, Girls say I've got a great butt, but I can't really see that. What else? I'm not very hairy at all. I have a few hairs on my chest and a couple just below my belly button. That's kind of funny, because I've always had such thick hair on my head that my parents thought I'd grow up to have a hairy chest like my dad. But I didn't. I can't think of anything else to say.
I think I'm starting to feel something happening. I feel a little buzzed and kind of strange. It sort of feels good. It's not exactly light-headed or dizzy, but it feels like I'm kind of physically buzzed. I feel like I need to stretch all over, but I just did and it doesn't really help. I just tried doing some push-ups. I don't know why, but I feel like I need to exercise or something. This feeling is getting stronger but I don't know what it is doing except making me feel real good. It's that physical buzz. My skin feels super sensitive and my insides feel all tingly alive. The feeling like I need to stretch keeps getting stronger, too, but that's not really it. It's more like my muscles feel like they need to flex real hard. Wait a minute--
Whoa! That was very strange. I just had this sort of all-over muscle spasm or something. It was like all of a sudden all my muscles went into a hard flex all by themselves and I couldn't move until it stopped. It must have lasted a couple of minutes. Now it feels like I've had electricity jolted all through me, like I'm plugged in. It kind of hurt when that spasm thing happened, but now this feels really good. It's like the feeling you get after a good workout, only better, more electric.
I think it's going to happen again.
God, that one was stronger and it lasted twice as long. It hurt a lot more, like when you pump a muscle with weights until it screams for mercy, only it was every muscle in my body. But the feeling it left behind is also more intense and it also feels even better than the last time. I'm going to quit writing for a while and see if this keeps up. It's so weird. If it gets much stronger, I don't know how I'll take it. Doesn't seem like I have a choice. But I wonder what it is that they want to watch. Just how I react to pain?
In the last couple of hours or so, I have no idea, really, how long it's been now, those cramps, or spasms, have gotten stronger and stronger each time. They don't come as often, but each time it lasts longer and gets stronger. I feel like I've been doing all these workouts, only I'm not sore at all. It just feels really good. Even the contractions are starting to feel good at the same time that they hurt like hell. I have to lie down when one hits, but I can lie there now and feel how it makes my muscles completely contract, like an ultimate pump or something. And then afterwards, I feel like after a really great workout. I even feel like my muscles are getting harder from it, and that's kind of cool- like working out without having to work out.
This morning now I can see something happening. And I have some questions when I see that guy. The contractions kept happening all night, and they would wake me up while they were happening, even though I went right back to sleep afterwards. But even before I went to sleep, it started to feel like they weren't just making my muscles feel harder. It seemed like they were actually making them get harder, and a little bigger, too. like I'd been really pumping iron. So I wake up this morning, and even before I get up, I feel strange, like I'm heavier or something. Bigger. So I get up and look in the mirrors, and I can see that I am. I feel heavier, and it's not like I just put on weight, like fat or anything. It's my muscles. And I can see it all over my whole body. To tell the truth, it looked pretty good. Felt good, too. I guess I had a pretty good body before anyway, but now I look kind of muscular instead of just like an athlete, and here's a weird thing-it kind of turns me on, too. It was real embarrassing, but when I looked at myself, I got a hard-on right in front of those mirrors, and I know they were looking, Oh, well. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke. I almost felt like beating off right there, but I made myself think about something else instead.
Then that guy comes in.. Tells me his name is Roger. I ask him if this stuff is supposed to be making me gain weight, and he says that's one of the things it will do. He says it looks like it's working pretty well, and he gives me the once over, checking out my bod from head to toe. In fact, he tells me, he's going to take me out of my room for a couple of minutes to weigh and measure me and take another set of photos. He leads me into the next room which looks like a small office. This room has pictures of all these really musclebound guys, definitely a bunch of fags. I mean this Roger has real faggy muscles, you know, kind of too big and exaggerated, but these guys are like those professional bodybuilders. I'm thinking how gross, and then this scary thought flashes across my mind. What if this experiment is going to make me like that? Maybe jail would have been better. I really don't want to be a freak like that. But I really don't want to go to jail, either.
Anyway, Roger takes a couple pictures, front and back. Then he hands me that little bikini thing again. When I put it on, I notice it feels a little smaller that it did yesterday. Either it's because he's given me an even skimpier one, or maybe it's because my butt muscles are little bigger. But it also seems to be cut lower somehow, because it just barely covers up my crotch hair. Anyway, then he tells me to take that off and he weighs me. I weigh one hundred ninety-two! That means I fucking gained twelve pounds! In one day! Roger says that's slightly more than they expected, that's great. I thought about how this whole thing was supposed to take eight days, and if this kept up, I would be gaining a lot of weight. Then Roger pulls out a needle again and fills it up with something, and I say wait a minute, this is kind of extreme, isn't it? What are you doing? I hope you're not trying to make me into a fucking freak like those musclebound fags up there! But he says it's a little late to be trying to bargain now. Besides, the genetic reprogramming was already done yesterday. This was just the hormone activator. And he ties off my arm and shoots it into my vein. The he says, okay, we'll talk more tomorrow, and he takes me back in. So I sat down to write in this notebook, but before I could start, I felt the stuff he shot me up with doing something. It was real weird. It started making me feel kind of hyper and real super sensitive again. It also made me feel kind of light headed again, almost like I was getting stoned, but not exactly. But the really strange part was that it started to make me feel kind of horny for no reason. Here I am, sitting in front of these mirrors, totally naked, and all of a sudden I start to feel real sexual, real turned on, and I don't know about what. I'm looking at myself in the mirrors, and I know they're watching me, and I'm thinking about what I look like with my muscles all a little bigger the way they are, and it makes me feel real hot and real sexy.
Then I can tell one of those contractions is starting to happen. It grabs ahold of every muscle in my body, and it's unbelievably intense, and even though I can hear myself almost screaming from between my clenched teeth, this time the whole this feels like a major turn-on, and even though the pain is extreme, I'm only thinking about what it's doing to me. And as soon as it passes I get that great pumped feeling afterward. I look at myself in the mirror to see if I can tell if my muscles have got any bigger. As I sit there, feeling how pumped and how hard they feel, I swear I can actually see them swelling up a little bit more. And then, all of a sudden, my dick gets hard. I mean, there's no chicks around or anything and I'm sitting there with this big hard-on. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and I know they're behind it watching, and I don't even care very much. I do feel a little self- conscious, but I'm looking at myself, and whatever they are doing to me is really starting to make me muscular, and it feels really hot. If fact, this stuff has me so horny and feeling so hot and sexy that I feel like even my hard-on is bigger than it was. I don't know. It's weird. Like I should feel real embarrassed, but I don't. Like I should should feel scared, or hate this, but I don't. I'm starting to feel like I'm one hot looking stud. I'm so hot I feel like I might just cum any minute. I feel my pecs and my arms, and the bigger, thicker muscle feels so fucking good. And then my cock explodes, and I have this intense spontaneous orgasm. I mean I spurt cum all over my legs and my abs and the floor. And I know they're watching, and now I'm thinking, fuck man, they're doing this to me, so what the fuck if they watch. So I decided to wait for a while before I wrote in the notebook, just kind of wait for the contractions and enjoy them and see what happened.
The whole thing has been feeling really sexy all day today. I'm starting almost to look forward to the contractions, and it's funny how much I'm liking how muscular I'm starting to look. I like the way it feels that my pecs are actually starting to stick out a little and I'm getting some shape to my biceps. After the last contraction, I was standing up looking at myself, and I swear I can see a change in my body shape. My shoulders definitely look wider, and so does my back, so I taper more down to my waist. Then, when I look from the side, I can definitely see that my butt is sticking out more and looks rounder. I don't know why that makes me feel sexier, but it does. I guess I had a good butt before, but I never paid any attention except I liked it when chicks told me I had a nice ass. Now I keep noticing it, that I'm starting to get a really great ass, and that I'm starting to like it. And my legs are looking thicker, too, and I'm starting to like the way that feels.
But here's the part that's really strange. This was getting to feel so sexy to me that I kept getting these hard-ons, and I felt so horny and turned on that I just started jacking off. I was looking at myself in the mirrors after one of the contractions, watching how my muscles were getting more hard and swollen from the pump, and my dick got hard, and I couldn't stop myself from jacking off, right in front of them. I couldn't help it. I'm just so fucking horny. And I don't know if it's my imagination, but it really does feel like my dick has grown bigger, too. I'm not sure if I'm so turned on because it seems like my cock's getting bigger, or if my cock just seems bigger because I'm so fucking turned on. And there's one more thing. I almost don't want to write it down, because it's so weird, but I swear my pubic hair is thicker and bushier, and I swear it is spreading out, too, farther up my groin and out onto my thighs. I'm looking at it right now, and I know I'm not making it up. And the hair under my arms is thicker, too. And now, I've got to deal with this big hard-on again. I hope they are liking watching me jack off.
Okay. Third day, and it keeps getting stranger. I really don't know what I've got myself into, but I'm still pretty sure it's better that jail. The contractions kept waking me up all night. This morning when Roger came in he was wearing a pair of those real thin, tight stretch shorts and no shirt. No doubt this guy's a fag. Of course I wake up and immediately get this big hard-on, and it's really stiff because I'm aware right away that during the night my muscles have grown bigger and so has my dick. Even my balls feel bigger and heavier when they move against my leg. And Roger is standing there looking at me and seeing all this, and I realize I don't feel at all embarrassed. In fact, I feel really weird because I just feel intensely sexy. I'm looking at him looking at me, and even though I'm sure this guy's a fag, I'm feeling seriously horny and turned on.
So now I think my head is really playing tricks with me. I can see in his shorts, which don't leave anything to the imagination, that he's got a really big dick and a pair of really big balls, I mean seriously big, and the first thought in my head is how great that must be, how great it must feel. And I'm thinking I can't believe I'm checking out this guy's cock. And then I'm looking at the hair on his chest and thinking how hot it looks, and then I'm thinking that those faggy muscles of his actually look pretty hot, too, and I can't believe these thoughts are in my head. And my cock is so stiff it's bouncing against my stomach, and it's definitely feeling bigger, but I'm looking at Roger's and I find myself wishing mine were as big as his. And, like he could read my mind, he laughs. Then he says come on, let's get you weighed and take your pictures.
He starts to lead the way to the other room and I'm following him with my erection bouncing right out there, and I still don't feel at all uptight or embarrassed. I just feel hot and sexy and turned on. I'm thinking, he's seen me jack off a whole bunch of times by now anyway, so what difference does it make? I'm so horny I feel like I just have to jerk off right now real soon, and I don't even care if he watches me. Then he turns around and he says well, we better do something with that so we can get it to soften down for a minute for the pictures. Do you want to jack off for me, let me watch you again? Or do you want me to take care of it for you? And my mind is flipping out because I'm standing there naked with this fag with all these muscles and this real hairy chest and I wish it made me feel like puking, but it's making me feel real turned on. I don't believe it, but I want him to touch me, to feel him touch my muscles, even my cock. So I just stand there and let him come over to me.
When he starts to rub his hands over my pecs, I notice for the first time that around both of my nipples and right in the center of my chest there are patches of dark hair starting to grow in. And he's touching it. I feel even more turned on. Then I see there's also some down around my belly button. Unbelievable! I'm getting hair on my chest and stomach. And I'm looking at his hairy chest and abs and thinking it looks so hot, hoping that's going to happen to me. And I can't believe I'm feeling this way, thinking like this, like these feelings are happening completely independent of my own mind. And then I realize I'm touching his chest, feeling his pecs, the hair, and his muscle, the hardness, the size of it, thick hair on top of thick muscles feels so sexy to me that I'm flipping out. . . Is this me? I see he's got a hard-on, too, and his cock is amazingly big, and I feel almost scared because seeing that I'm exciting him like that makes me feel even sexier and hornier. And then he slides down and slowly takes my cock into his mouth and begins sucking it in and pulling back, sucking its length, tonguing its head, and nothing has ever felt so hot to me in my life, and in only a couple of minutes I cum in his mouth. Christ. What is this shit they're giving me?
So then he weighs me. I've put on another thirteen pounds, twenty- five pounds in two days. It's really showing, too. As he's talking, I'm looking at the pictures of all the huge bodybuilders in the room, and somehow, today, they don't look so faggy to me. Or maybe they do , but I don't care so much. I look at Roger, who's not that big, but pretty big, and I find myself thinking that he looks good. Real good. In fact, I'm thinking he looks very hot, with all that muscle and that hairy chest, and I can't believe I'm thinking that. And the bodybuilders don't look so bad, either. He takes the photos, and when he has me put on that bikini, I can't believe how much smaller it fits. Or how much bigger I am in it. My cock and balls make this big bulge that pulls the suit down lower than yesterday, and I can tell for sure that my pubic hair is thicker and has spread out a lot, because now that suit doesn't cover it all up anymore. But I feel really sexy in it, and as soon as he takes the pictures, I take it off and my dick is hard again. He laughs. Didn't know you had it in you, did you? he asks, and he pulls out the hypodermic again.
This time it hits faster, like a rush of super-powerful male energy, and my whole body is alive, pulsing with heightened masculinity, and I'm intensely stoned with erotic visions of huge muscles and cocks and balls and hairy chests and hairy groins and abs and legs and arms all swirling around in my head making me feel more hot and horny than I've ever felt in my life. And I hear Roger laughing and he's saying to take it easy, and I realize that I'm grabbing him by both of his big, bulging arms as I'm burying my face in his hairy pecs, nearly devouring him. I'm working my way down his hairy abs, feeling each hard ridge with my tongue, ready to explode with the moment that I plunge my face into his hairy groin and feel his enormous cock in my mouth.
Now I know there's no turning back, I know what they're doing to me. They're making me grow huge and hairy and, somehow, they're changing my head around, making me turn gay, and I know it should panic me, that I should be mad enough to kill, that I should scream you can't do this to me, but I can't, and I realize I don't care. More than that, in fact. I realize that I'm excited to see what the rest of this is going to feel like. The rest of today I spent enjoying the contractions as they came, watching and feeling my muscles grow, trying to notice how much my cock and balls are growing. That is so hot I can't believe it, that they can actually make my cock and balls bigger. It's so sexy. I love the way they feel when I walk, hanging lower, longer, heavier, swinging against my thighs. My cock is starting to feel like a big, thick, heavy piece of meat, and I love it, I have to confess. I love the idea of having a really big cock. I hope they make it get really enormous.
Only the fourth day and I weighed in at 220 pounds. Yesterday I gained fifteen. They say that's probably the max that I'll put on in one day. What a feeling, to put fifteen pounds of solid muscle on in one day, forty in three days. Today, I think I'm starting to look like a bodybuilder. The thickness of my legs and my back is starting to make me walk like a bodybuilder. I can see why those guys go for it. It feels really hot, really sexy. In fact, the bigger my muscles get, the more downright erotic they feel. My pecs are starting to bulge out and I love the way that feels. Same with my arms. And the hair on my body has really begun to fill in today. I can tell it's going to totally cover my chest up to my throat and collar bones. It feels so cool. And it's starting to grow all over my belly, and making a line down the center of my abs that connects the hair on my chest and my pubic hair, which is really becoming a big, thick bush. There's something so hot about a real hairy groin on a guy. This has to be all the hormone stimulant stuff. It feels so unbelievable, so intensely masculine.
This morning my cock and my balls seemed really big to me, so I asked Roger if we could measure my cock. This blew me away. With a hard-on, my cock is up to eleven and a half inches. I know it was six and a half when I came here. My cock and my balls are so big now that when I tried to get into that bikini today, I just couldn't get everything shoved in, couldn't make it cover up and hold my cock and balls. Roger said he'd have to find me a larger size. I was sticking out all over the place. Roger said looking at me that way made him want to eat me alive, and I hear myself telling him, like it was someone else talking, that it would be my pleasure to be eaten.
I think he stayed in the room with me for most of the day. I can't stop having sex. I need to cum almost constantly, so I'm either jacking off while he watches me, or he's sucking me off or I'm fucking him. He loves for me to fuck him, and I love the feeling of shoving my huge cock up his tight asshole while I'm grabbing on to his big, hard, hairy chest. I asked him if there was any way to really work on making my cock grow as much as they could. The bigger it gets, the hotter it feels, the more I love it, and the more I want more. He said that probably by increasing the hormone stimulants they could amplify that effect, but it would probably amplify the other sex characteristics, too. I said no problem with me, so he said he'd check about doing that tomorrow. I hope so. I really want it bad, now. I feel really queer, but I can't help it, and I don't care.
Jesus, I don't know if I was ready for what I asked for. Roger got the hormone stimulant dose increased today and holy shit. . . First of all, I had put on another fifteen pounds this morning, and it made the difference of suddenly looking a heavyweight bodybuilder. I can't believe there was ever a time that I wouldn't want to get big like this. It's got to be the sexiest thing in the world. My hard-on measured almost thirteen inches! All the hair on my chest and everywhere else is getting real thick and sexy. And then he gives me the shot.
I'm telling you, even if it doesn't work on my cock the way I want, just the way this stuff feels is good enough for me. It's like the kind of sex drug you read about in some science fiction. I didn't know it was possible to feel so erotic, so sexy, so turned on, so horny, so gorgeous, so built. I feel like every cell of my body is vibrating with pure sexual energy. I'm so hot, all I have to do is look at myself in the mirror and I just cum all over the place. And no matter how often I cum, it doesn't touch how horny I feel. It's like having a full time, ready-to-go erection. My sex drive is relentless. I mean, I'm a total sex animal. I don't really want to be queer, but all I can think about is sex and my mind is obsessed with massive muscles, masculine body hair, and dick.
Roger was having a hard time keeping up with me. So I told him to go shoot himself up with some hormone stimulant, too, and he just went to do that. I'm signing off for today, because I know when he comes back in, I won't be able to stop long enough to write anything else in this notebook.
Day six. Can I sit still long enough to write about yesterday? First thing I want to say is, it worked, better than Roger thought it would. It worked on him, too. Like testosterone time a thousand. We couldn't stop and relax from our overamped sex drives for one minute. Even when I went into one of the contractions, it felt so hot it was almost like an orgasm in itself, and while I was totally flexed and couldn't move, Roger was sucking me off. We had a non-stop orgy of male sexuality, of massive, hard muscles, swelling, alive, tingling, electric, of thick, dark, masculine body hair, damp and musky and incredibly erotic, of big cocks and balls flopping, fucking, sucking, jacking off and showing off and growing constantly bigger and thicker and heavier.
This morning, at my weigh-in, I was at two-hundred fifty-five pounds. That shit pushed everything else so hard that I actually put on a whole twenty pounds. And do I look and feel great! I look at the bodybuilders' pictures and I can't believe I had second thoughts about wanting to get as big as those guys. Now I realize that I'm right up there with them, and I absolutely love the way it feels, every bulging, hard, rippling muscle. And every inch of my thick, long, incredible hunk of meat. You can't even imagine how sexy and hot it feels to have a cock so big that it would bulge in the loosest, baggiest pair of pants. I couldn't even believe what I looked like when I put on the bikini for the pictures this morning. First of all, Roger did get a larger one, but my balls have grown as big as a couple of small oranges or apples or something, so just squeezing them into the bikini was exciting, to say the least. And then trying to fit this enormous dick in with them, well, it made us laugh like crazy. Roger said he'd have to find another pair with a roomier basket.
So what else can I tell you? I have to jack off.
Okay. God that feels so good, to stroke that giant cock and realize it's attached to me. It's mine. We measured, and it's up to fifteen inches, hard. I just keep walking around the room and looking at myself in all the mirrors. My muscles are the kind of massive now where they make me walk like a seriously musclebound bodybuilder. My thighs are so thick that they force my legs apart and make them roll around each other when I walk. And also, since there's no space between my thighs anymore, my balls and cock are all propped out in front, which makes them stick out even more and look even bigger, and then the way they bounce and flop back and forth when I walk, exaggerates even more the unbelievable size of this meat I have hanging from my groin. Oh, man! I can't wait to go out into public and watch how people react when they see this for themselves. I keep thinking about going to the beach looking like this, all this mass stuffed into the skimpiest bikini, set off by all this incredibly masculine hair, showing off this body of pure, raw, male sexuality. Just thinking about that makes me hard again, and I've got to stop and jack off again. Maybe I'll see how many times I can jack off in a row, keep it hard, and keep on getting off on myself the way I am. Feel like I could do it all night.
I've been here going through this for going on my seventh day. I can't believe how completely I've changed in that time. About the only thing about me that looks the same is my face, and even that has changed. I'm not sure exactly how, because I can see my old face, but somehow I look handsomer than I used to be. I don't know exactly why. Roger says they did subtle things, like make my lips fuller, my eyes a little deeper set and bigger, my cheekbones more prominent, my jaw line more defined. I know my beard is a lot heavier. I have a perfectly outlined five o'clock shadow of stubble now about two hours after I shave. The hair on my chest comes all the way up to my throat. Everything else about me is so different. I have such massive muscles, now, they look fucking supernatural. This morning, I'd gained another fifteen pounds, which put me up to two hundred seventy. That's really heavy! And I love the feeling of being this big and heavy. When I bend my arms, my biceps bulge like footballs. I love the way that looks and the way it feels, so fucking thick and hard and huge. I love the feeling of the enormous size of my chest and back. Between my pecs and my lats flaring out, my arms hang at this extreme angle, now, propped out by all that mass. It just feels so fucking unbelievably sexy, all these huge muscles and all this hair and all, that I know I project how sexy I feel. I know I radiate an aura of pure erotic male sexuality. How could I not? At this point, that's what I am, head to toe, and I know it. And I completely feel like there's nothing as hot as the raw sexuality of huge, massive male muscle and body hair and cock and balls. The bigger, the better. Roger says he's turned me into the ultimate fag bait, as I would have called it. Me, fag bait! And what's weird is, I love the idea of being fag bait. I love the idea that when I flex, I can make a guy get hard. I want to show off for men, I want men to worship my body the way I worship it, and the way I want to worship Roger's now. He is so fucking hot, especially since I talked him into getting bigger himself. And now I'm about to cum again, and I want to see if I can get that adorable Roger in here to help me enjoy myself. He does seem to be more than willing most of the time.
Last day, last dose. This morning I weighed in at two eighty-five, and Roger said, since I was so close, they were giving me another super big dose of the hormone activator to push me to the three hundred pound level and also to see if they could get me to an eighteen inch long hard-on. That means it would reach below my kneecaps or up to the center of my chest, between my pecs. And I say, why not? It's already almost that big, and to be honest, it is a really incredible feeling, being this much bigger than anyone else. Even as far as my muscles go, I look at myself now and I can see that I've got mass and size way over the really big guys, like Paul DeMayo and his buddies, and it feels so good to be so big, to feel this much solid muscle packed on me. And I also love that instead of being all smooth skinned, I have got such great body hair. It makes the muscle and the size of my basket seem so much sexier. It gives me such a feeling of pure, raw male sexual power. And right now I feel that dose they gave me hitting me. Holy shit, this is strong! God, I feel like I'm going to explode. Fuck, man. Oh, fuck. My whole body feels like one huge sex organ that's going to cum in a major, non-stop orgasm. Sorry. I can't write any more right now. Okay. Now I can write again. I hasn't slowed down, but I'm kind of used to it. Roger kept laughing the whole time I was rushing and having the most intense contractions. He kept saying, how does it feel, you big, musclebound, elephant dick piece of fag bait? You're gay, now, you know. You're gay, and you love it and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it, is there? You can't even make yourself want to, can you? That's the sweetest part of all, the most perfect revenge. You'll never bash another gay man, now, will you? And the whole time I knew he was right. He had made me into everything I hated only ten times more so, and all I could think of was how much I love it. I could feel myself swelling up, putting on more mass, getting bigger and heavier even as he was saying that, and I knew how right he was, because I DO love it.
You should see my fucking chest, now! And my arms! My biceps look like footballs under my skin when I'm NOT flexing them! They've got to be over 30 inches, now, and I can tell they're still growing! This so amazing! My legs are so thick, it's weird to walk, but it feels SO hot! Anyway, here was my big surprise for the day. My reward for doing this so well, they said. Right after the stuff had hit me full force, so I could barely pause between needing to jack off and needing to cum again, I'm in here with the uncontrollable hard-on, going crazy on myself, giving them a real pose-down, jack-off show in front of these mirrors, and they bring in this kid. Good looking guy, younger than me, about sixteen. His name is Mark, and he's in here for the same reason I am. They tell me they are putting him through an accelerated program. He's a real hard case. Almost killed a guy at the beach, a bodybuilder, because he said he was looking at him funny. So they said they had dosed him about an hour ago, and he was starting to react pretty strong. They told me I should be his big brother, show him the ropes, tell him a little about what to expect.
This kid starts almost freaking when I tell him that before they are done with him, he will end up looking like me and liking it. He's, like, fuck me, man, they can't do that to me. But already, I can see his muscles swelling up under his clothes. He starts crying at first, when he can feel his shirt getting real tight across his chest and in the sleeves, saying he doesn't want to be no musclebound fag. I see his jeans getting real tight on his legs and his butt, and I can see the bulge in his crotch getting bigger. Oh, fuck, man! he says, fuck! and the buttons start popping off his shirt. He tries to pull it closed, like he could stop what is happening, but the material of his sleeves gives way to the growing mass of his arms and splits open with a rip. Suddenly he is feeling the size, the mass and shape of his pecs, and he pulls off what is left of his shirt as his thighs start ripping open the legs of his jeans. His hands find the growing bulge in his crotch, and compulsively he pulls off his jeans. His chest and belly are starting to get hairy, his dick is getting long and thick, and he gets a hard-on in spite of himself. His muscles are showing some serious growth, his pecs are getting thick and wide, his arms are really starting to bulge. I tell him, see, it feels pretty good, doesn't it, and he starts getting into it, flexing in the mirrors and stuff. And then I can't stand it, because it's been too long since I've shot a load, and it's building up, so I tell him to flex for me, and he does, and I start feeling his bod, his muscles, and he loves it in spite of himself, and then I turn him around and before he can think about it, I'm shoving this huge rod of mine into him. I'm so fucking turned on, I shove it in real hard, and he screams and moans, but he loves it, and I fuck the shit out of him for a long time, cumming over and over again, while he is jacking off and I'm jacking him off, and all the time I'm putting on more mass and weight, and he is getting so fucking big and hairy. It's unbelievable. He's been posing and jacking himself off in front of the mirror now since I've been writing this, but he needs more of me, so I gotta go. He's getting huge and real hot. God, does that Roger know how to get even with a fag basher!