Sam was just about to head out the door, when he turned and looked at the jar of pills. Dr. Rice told him he should only take a pill a day. He had already defied that, taking two pills earlier, and look at the results!
Fuck doc!… Sam strode over to his dresser, twisted off the cap to the jar, and poured out a couple more pills. Leaving no time for any regrets, he tossed the pills in his mouth, and swallowed them down. He swirled round, and flexed his arms in a crab shot in front of the mirror, then turned and headed out of his bedroom.
Sam practically bounded down the stairs, nearly crashing into Brian. “Hey, big guy, watch where you’re going!”
“Heh heh, why don’t you watch where you’re going? You don’t wanna get squashed by a behemoth like me!” Sam snorted. He then gave Brian a quick lookover. He looked different. “Hey Bri, you putting extra time in the gym or something?”
“Hunh?”
“You like wearing lifts or something?”
“What? No…”
“Hunh, funny… you look… bigger for some reason…”
“Whoa, that’s quite the compliment coming from you big guy,” Brian said, hungrily staring at the outline of Sam’s pecs in his way tight shirt.
“Hey, eyes up here, shrimp!” Sam laughed.
“Sorry, it’s just…”
“Yeah, I know… so big, you can’t help but stare…” Sam smiled, showing off and feeling more energetic than usual. Fuck, it almost felt like his chest swelled up a bit right then. He thought of the pills he just took, and continued, “Yeah, and only gonna get bigger!” As if on cue, his body seemed to feel like it pumped up slightly bigger. Funny, Brian looked a little bigger… well, taller… too.
“Sure you not wearing lifts?”
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