Before Weston could enjoy his body further, Sergei instructed him to sit back down in the chair to be strapped up. He looks on top of the crate to see a syringe with 35 milligrams of the drug, or at least Weston think he sees based of the increments.
Wanting to be bigger, he sat down immediately. Once strapped in Sergei walked over and injected the syringe into his arms. The growth started immediately, ripping Weston out of any clothing he had left on. He was butt naked.
The boss was watching from afar, spectating Weston’s massive swelling growth. His pecs are at least the size of his torso, his arms big enough to crush a car in bicep pose, even more could lift the titanic (if it were around). Weston was a walking hulk. Weston had so much potential to be the best of the best, to completely dominate London and possibly the whole fucking country if he did well. He knew that he had to train him.
Weston, however, kept going. He finally stopped growing at 8 feet tall and 500kg of pure muscle in every part, if had to guess, 1kg of that came from his massive foot long dick with 8 inches girth.
Sergei quickly chucked Weston some very oversized clothes (bought for a circumstance like this) and told him to put them on, it was clear he was uncomfortable with the nudity.
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