The next morning, Bailey woke up. He felt strangely sore all over, while at the same time extremely pumped, as if he had been working out in his sleep. He slowly lifted himself up from his pillow, sitting up in bed, the sheets falling off from him. He looked down at his pecs, noticeably more bigger, rounder than the night before.
“Whoa, fuck… Doc’s shit worked!” Bailey muttered to himself. He got up from his bed, walked over to the mirror and looked admiringly in his mirror. He flexed his bigger guns, kissing each peak. “Can’t wait to show these guns off to Doc!” He scoured through his drawers and closet, seeking out a nice, tight T that would really show off his gains. He was surprised how long it took him to find one, as most seemed strangely loose on him. He finally pulled out a shirt he hadn’t worn in ages having outgrown it, though now it fit snugly. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled seeing how well they showed off his new curves. “Wait ‘til Doc sees me!”
Meanwhile, I was in my office, anxiously awaiting Bailey for his first day on the job. It turned out to be a longer wait than anticipated, as he showed up nearly a half hour late. When he arrived, he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Sorry boss, it took me awhile to find clothes that’d fit me.” I looked at the extra-large hoodie he was wearing, loose and long on him, the cuffs spilling over his wrists, and I thought to myself he apparently didn’t look long enough.
“All right… But just don’t let this be a regular thing, coming in… in…” I stopped myself, as Bailey had unzipped that big hoodie, pulling it off, revealing his incredible torso, squeezed tightly in a too-small shirt. Bailey must’ve seen me staring, as he laughed, saying, “Notice anything… different?”
It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts and words, being so tongue-tied near Bailey’s beautiful torso. Finally, I couldn’t help but utter the words “so big…”
“You got that right! Bigger than yesterday!” Bailey exclaimed proudly, as I just stared on, looking at him blankly, confused. He continued, “Don’t you get it? Doc, I tested your stuff yesterday… while you were out…. You said you hadn’t tested on humans. Well, consider me your first human test subject. Now look at me… Jeez, I must’ve put on 10, 20 pounds of muscle in one night!”
“Bailey,” I asked, concerned. “You took some of that stuff, without my knowing? You don’t know what you’re doing. We haven’t completed tests on rats. There could be side effects!”
“Side effects, schmide effects! Fuck… with gains like these, who cares about side effects…”
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