Sam rubbed his hands across his pecs, and smiled. Fuck, they felt swole! He stared down at them, and from his view, they looked even bigger, too.
He walked over to his mirror, and stared at his reflection. He looked massive. No doubt about it. Doc’s formula was a success. He flexed his arms, watching those peaks rise up higher than ever before. He breathed in, and pushed out his chest, watching those mountains of pecs explode with size.
He then heard Zeke call him from downstairs: “You coming to dinner, buddy?”
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to show off to his buds. He grabbed his shirt and was about to pull it on, when he stared at the label – “XXXL”. Triple-extra large? His head felt foggy, confused. When the hell did he wear XXXL?
“I wish I was that big…” he murmured to himself. He wondered which of his buds was pulling a joke on him. Who snuck in while he was napping to replace his shirt with a size larger? But then, laughing, he decided to go ahead and put the shirt on anyway. He was more than impressed… The shirt fit snugly over his enlarged chest, and his biceps pushed against the sleeves. Sure, the hem hung pretty low on him. But that was to be expected with a shirt size so large.
He stared again at his reflection, taking in his entire body, all 6’4” of it. Mysteriously, and unknown to him, erased from his mind was his old life at 6’6”. Perhaps somewhere in his mind’s recesses he remembered that time, but now…
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