Sam’s hand glided across his mighty chest, realizing that his shirt felt tighter than it had earlier that day. Mmm, been awhile since I felt fabric this snug on me, he thought. Looks like Doc’s formula was a success.
Sam needed to get a good look at himself in the mirror, see just how big he got. He swirled round his bed, and stepped off his bed. His feet landed rather shaky, as if expecting to reach the floor a millisecond sooner. Strange, he thought to himself. Then he turned and saw himself in the mirror. Damn, was that a sight…
His pecs looked so thick, so wide. His arms really stretched the short sleeves, threatening to tear them. He sucked in his breath, pushing his chest out, making it look even more huge. He was so entranced by the sight, it took him a few moments to realize his shorts had fallen from his waist down to this meaty thighs.
What? He peered down at the fallen shorts. Must’ve gotten a tighter waist through that stuff…
Hunh, funny… Hem of this shirt seems a bit longer than I remember…
He pulled his shorts up, and put on a belt, as he heard Zeke call him from downstairs: “You coming to dinner, buddy?”
Dinner? Come to think of it, all this muscle growth had made him hungry. But as he started to head down to join his roommates…
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