muscle growth Addicted

[musclelovingtwink]

Chapter 2

 

It was like a fucking dream. Day in and day out I forced myself to the gym at ungodly hours, before or after class, and Dane was always there. Aside from declaring himself my boyfriend which, I’ll be honest, I didn’t object to in the slightest, he also seemed to have decided that he was also my personal trainer, dietician, and general life coach. I’d only headed to the gym to get into shape a bit but after only a couple of days Dane was talking about when I was going to compete on stage.

After every workout he’d pretty much drag my broken body into the locker room and nail me in front of the mirror, always getting off to his own size. One time he even came while making out with his own bicep. So enamoured was he that I don’t even think he noticed, because he just kept fucking until he blew a second load.

However, the part that worried me remained the same. Every time he was done with me, he’d pull out that strange vial and inject that pale pink liquid into his elephantine balls. I tried asking him once what it was, but all that I got was vague deflections and “never you minds.”

I couldn’t deny the results though. Within a week of my meeting him Dane had definitely grown. Based on my eye level, he’d grown at least an inch in height, putting those mouth-watering muscle tits closer and closer to the level of my face. (And believe me, I took the opportunity to sink my teeth in more than once.) He was also packing on mass at an alarming rate. He was so inhumanely shredded that you could practically count the muscle fibres in any given group and compare their size to the previous day. By my guess he’d put on 10 to 15 pounds over the week.

And of course, he was growing everywhere. His cock already would have made porn stars green with envy, but it was larger by the day. Each day I felt like he’d leave me stretched out irreparably, yet the next would prove his expanding girth was pushing me to new limits. Even so I seemed to recover surprisingly fast. It had definitely broken the foot-long milestone at this point, and I couldn’t even get one hand all the way around it.

It was late on a Friday night that I crawled into the gym to find Dane working out basically alone. It had been a rough and exciting week but there were now several good reasons that I wanted to force myself to make it to the gym when I could.

Dane half looked at the door but didn’t break his perfect form squatting an excessive amount of weight. I could practically see the bar bending under the stress but he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“Hey Lachie,” he called, giving me that beautiful, cocky smile through the mirror in front of him. “feel like giving me a spot?”

I laughed. “I don’t see how I’m gonna be any help if you start struggling with that weight.” I replied, but I took up position behind him and placed my hands in a supportive position.

“Yeah,” he said smiling wider, “but maybe I just enjoy having you close by.” With this he bent down into his squat, and his huge, round glutes pressed up against me. His massive height meant that even squatting they rubbed provocatively over my crotch, resulting in my instantly getting hard. I can’t say for sure if it his feeling this, or just watching his own legs bulge with muscle as he pushed up, but looking in the mirror through the very few gaps I had let me see that there was distinct movement in the front of his own gym shorts.

It was like his legs were a pump connected to his cock. With every upward push the bulge in his shorts became clearer and clearer. I’ve said he wore loose shorts, and I’m pretty sure it was for the goal of keeping how inhumanly hung he was private, but with his every increasing size and the raging hardon he was getting, even these did nothing to hide anything.

At the peak of his next lift there was a noise like tearing fabric and he suddenly froze. In a quick motion he stood up straight and tossed the weight to the floor. I don’t mean he dropped it, I mean he took a weight that even an elite bodybuilder would struggle to do a single rep of and gave it airtime before it crashed to the ground. The dense rubber flooring dented and tore as the immense weight struck it with a sound like a building falling down.

Dane grabbed me by the wrist and started marching towards the bathroom. I could see that he was fully tenting his shorts at this point and was a little glad that nobody else was around.

“Whoa, what the hell man? What just happened?” I asked as he released me by the sink.

“This.” He replied, pulling off his shorts in a quick motion, revealing that the waistband of his briefs had literally snapped against the pressure of his monster cock. “Fuck that feels better.” He said, freeing the beast from its constraints and putting a firm hand on my head.

With no resistance I was on my knees and the python was approaching my mouth. The head was bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen, and it glistened with pre that dripped off in thick cords. I opened my mouth, half ready to protest, but it didn’t seem like I was gonna get that opportunity, as without forming a single syllable I found the monstrous cock head filling my mouth.

I felt ecstasy tingling through my tongue as the sweetest syrup flooded into me. In a second I felt him push forwards and my waiting throat was stretched outwards as inch after inch of him penetrated me deeper and deeper. I’d never been able to take a guy like this, let alone an absolute freak of nature like Dane, but in a matter of moments I felt my lips touch his lower abdomen and his overgrown balls swung into my chest.

His huge hands rested on the sides of my head gently, each was easily larger than my whole head in profile, but I could feel them jittering slightly as he slid in and out of my throat.

“Fuck man, I’m sorry but I need this now, I really can’t wait.” He said, and as I turned my eyes up I saw him fumbling behind himself until he pulled out the vial and a needle. I was so torn. Part of me was terrified of the huge guy inside of me getting even bigger, but the other half of me that raged with lust for every inch of him just wanted to see him get even more freakishly large.

In a second, he was pumping pink liquid into his balls, barely breaking pace as he fucked my throat at the same time, then with a shock I noticed he was going back for a second dose. I grunted and tried to pull back but he was so fixated on his own actions I don’t think it even registered to him. In a flash the second dose was in him and we both just waited for what was about to happen.

I can’t describe the feeling, somewhere between terror and pure exhilaration, that I felt as in my throat I could literally feel the engorged veins snaking down his cock. With every thrust I felt myself reach the base of his cock, but every one penetrated deeper and deeper down my throat. I can’t say for sure but he grew at least an inch in a matter of seconds.

I felt his hands grip my waist as he fucked with even greater fervour. In the next moment I felt something unreal. My knees lifted off the ground. He was literally holding me off the ground and was moving me back and forwards to satisfy his own cock. I was like a toy to him, and I’ve never felt anything hotter.

I heard a ripping noise which caused me to look upwards, and I saw that his already tremendous lats were flared and had torn down the side of the stringer that earlier that week had hung off him.

I could barely see his face from the angle I was on, as his abs bulged outwards and his already huge pec shelf had extended even further forward, but through the cleft in them I could see a look of utter pleasure across his perfect face.

I was utterly consumed by the feeling of his gargantuan hands all around me, and his monster cock filling me. I could vaguely feel my toes sliding along the floor as he pumped me back and forth. Then he let go, his beastly arms raising up into a double bicep pose that crushed biceps the size of watermelons against forearms that would put Christmas hams to shame. It took me a moment to realise that I hadn’t landed back on my knees. Just his fucking cock was holding my whole weight. I thought it was trembling in me with the strain, but then I realised it was a torrent of cum forcing its way up the shaft. With the force of a cannon, I felt my insides filled, and as the pressure quickly built I felt myself slide off his cock and land on the floor. In that instant I realised how much I needed air and gasped, only to be smacked in the face with another shot of cum that hit like a light punch.

Taking deep breaths, I lay exhausted in a pool of thick, white cum. The room absolutely reeked of testosterone. I looked at the behemoth of a man before me and what drew my eyes first were his balls. Easily the size of coconuts they were as striated as any muscle on him, and they were pulled up hard against his cock as several smaller globs of jizz still splashed out of the tip onto the floor. When he was done, they made an audible slapping sound as they dropped from their flexed state to rest almost in line with his knees. They simply had nowhere to go but forward as Dane’s quads had grown so much in girth that they were touching, despite his legs being spread at an angle.

His calves hung like basketballs off the back of his legs, only so much more beautifully separated. His abs bore the early signs of a roid gut, but were still much more tightly pulled in. It was their sheer mass and bulk that gave the rounded appearance. Every single one of the 8 muscles was exquisitely defined and they were frames by obliques so cut that they’d scratch a diamond.

His pecs were engorged slabs of meat bigger than any I’d ever seen, the only word for what was between them was a crevasse, but it was only barely deeper than the huge horizontal cuts that split each pectoral into several mouth-watering sections. His tits, and I mean tits, hung vertically beneath the muscle, forced forward only by the fact that his top abs left no space. Each would be a mouthful on its own. They were potentially the only fat left on his body and from the looks of the rest of him, I wouldn’t be surprised if they leaked pure testosterone when stimulated.

His arms had relaxed from the double bicep pose, and at their lowest were at least sitting at a 30 degree angle, pressed outward by his lats. The stringer he’d been wearing had given up completely in the fight with those lats that spread like fucking wings.

He didn’t have a clear neck any more, or at least, on either side his traps had literally risen up to meet his jawline. God his jawline. While the rest of him had grown, his face had become even more impossibly beautiful and masculine. If not for the powerful chin, his jaw would have traced a straight line from trap to trap that could be used to calibrate a level.

His perfect blue eyes looked even brighter blue and seemed to have flecks of silver in them. His hair was astonishingly gorgeously tousled and wavy despite dripping with sweat like a faucet.

But the piece de resistance of the god before me was his cock. It was softer than it had been, but it was still easily longer and thicker than my whole arm. The head blossomed out looking as large as a normal man’s head and I simply couldn’t comprehend how the whole thing had been inside me seconds before.

He panted hard. I didn’t know if it was the effort of the growth, the sheer pleasure, or just the strain of keeping that monstrous form upright, but he panted. In his face I saw the same burning lust I felt as he just stared up and down at the mirror which could only reflect a fraction of him. I watched that perfect cockiness spread over his chiselled features when he suddenly gave a start.

“Fuck,” he said, in a deep baritone that I swear made the mirror next to him quiver. “I have to go, this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

In a movement that defied logic, seeing such speed an agility from such an overgrown form, he whipped open his locker, causing the door’s hinges to shatter like sugar glass. He looked in astonishment for a moment then grabbed out what looked like a white pillow case. In shock I saw him pull it over his beastly legs and saw that it was some sort of custom underwear that, even at the huge size they were, struggled to hold his inhuman package.

He dashed from the room, his footsteps shaking the floor, and the distinct noise of his quads rubbing together filling the air. After a time I slowly sat up and forced myself into a shower stall to clean up.

[Azerreza]

Man... I love you ! Fuck it was so HOT ! And it is only the chapter 2 ? Craaaaap ! I can't wait for the next !!

[arpeejay]

More, please!

[musclelovingtwink]

Chapter 3

For a few days I heard nothing from Dane. No texting, and for the first time ever I went to the gym and didn’t find him there.

I was going through my usual workout, and to be honest was pretty proud as I was hitting some personal bests. In fact, while I was doing curls I couldn’t help but admire the way my biceps bunched up in the mirror. In a rare moment of ego I even peeled back my sleeve and gave myself a flex in the mirror, seeing for the first time what could reasonably be called muscle, and the hint of a vein along the top.

I promise you, I felt like an absolute wanker in that moment, as I saw behind me in the mirror that the gym’s owner had been watching me and was coming over to me. I blushed hard and tried to fiddle with my sleeve as though I’d been trying to fix something, but he either didn’t even notice or had the tact to not laugh at me.

Frank was an older guy, well into his 50s at least though he could have been older and just looked good for his age. You could tell he was the sort of guy who used to compete but was now content with just keeping in good shape. His pecs were still quite a sight with the gym’s logo stretched across them in skin-tight fabric.

“Hey Lachie,” he said, attempting to sound casual, but I could hear the note of worry in his voice. “Have you seen Dane at all, he hasn’t been here in days and that’s not like him.”

“Uh, no” I said, still a little flustered. He’d never talked to me about Dane, or much at all for that matter, but it was obviously no secret what was going on between us. “I saw him here on Friday night but I haven’t heard from him since.”

He looked concerned. “Yeah I left him alone here with his spare key but he’s been awol since that night.” He turned to leave but then something pulled him back. “You know I don’t want to interfere in his life or anything, but I’m worried about that kid. He’s going at it really hard, and I mean, he’s growing faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. I’m just concerned is all, I hope he’s not into anything bad, I’d hate to see a guy like that burn out young.”

I realised he thought Dane was just on roids and hadn’t twigged that it was something on a whole other level. This was my chance to finally get some answers.

“Just how fast is he growing?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “I mean he was pretty big when I met him, how long has he been here?”

Another look came across his face. “Yeah, that’s the thing, he’s only been here a few months. He was real scrawny but he started packing on muscle easy as breathing. I just figured he had good genetics and had never worked out before, but he’s looking like a pro bodybuilder now and that’s something guys take years to do normally.” He pointed at a board over by the front desk. “Go have a look at that, you’ll see what I mean.”

I wandered over and looked at the board. On it there were various ads from locals and a few group sessions through the week being advertised, but in the centre there was what looked like a promotional picture for the gym with a bunch of the patrons posing for the shot, and off to one side I saw what was unmistakably Dane. He wasn’t quite as handsome, and his limbs honestly looked like pure skin and bone, but there was no mistaking those piercing eyes and his messy dark hair. The picture was dated at the bottom only 5 months before.

Now I’d known whatever Dane was shooting up with was well and truly beyond any steroid I’d heard of, but this guy in the photo was practically anorexic, and in less than half a year he’d broken the boundary of downright inhuman.

I made up my mind. I said goodbye to Frank, packed up my shit and left the gym without even changing. I called Dane’s number and after a couple of rings he answered.

“Hey.” He said, almost bashfully. Fuck just a syllable of that voice, that incredibly deep, dripping with honey voice and I was already getting uncomfortably tight in my underwear.

“Hey man. I think we really need to talk. I want to meet up with you.” I said forcefully, but my voice wavered just a little, giving away how I was feeling.

“I don’t know that now is the best time..” he started saying.

“No.” I cut him off. “I really need answers, and I think at this point you owe me some.”

There was a long pause.

“Fine.” He said, and hung up. After a second or two I got a text with an address, and I got in my car and headed straight there.

When I got to the address, I was shocked. The place looked like a goddamn mansion. I parked in the ample driveway and headed over to ring the bell. After a minute I heard him coming. I say heard but really I fucking felt the vibrations of that beast’s footsteps as he approached the door.

It swung open and I was nearly fucking floored by the beast once again. I honestly couldn’t tell if he’d grown more, because while he’d gotten massive in the bathroom with me, he hadn’t exactly stuck around for a long time and I had not been anything resembling clear-headed at the time. At the very least he still seemed to be crammed into the same oversized underwear, but he may as well not have been because it looked like two grapefruit and a huge salami were being stashed in there. I also couldn’t help but notice the wet patch at the head of his cock.

He was well over 8 feet tall, and the top of his head was obscured by the doorframe, and despite being a double door, I’m convinced both being open wouldn’t be enough to see his full breadth.

“N-Nice place you’ve got.” I said, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants.

“Ha, yeah” he said, his voice like rumbling thunder. “It’s my parents place, but they live overseas. Come on in.”

He led me through the entrance hall and down a hallway. It was downright disorienting watching his ass as he walked ahead of me. The way those enormous glutes flexed and pulled at the fabric of his underwear with every step had drool dripping from my slack jaw. I tried to avert my eyes but everywhere I looked there was just more of him to ogle.

He stopped when we reached what I assume was a lounge room, but resembled more of a full on cinema room. I almost covered my mouth and nose as a thick scent of sweat, cum and his own unique musk seemed to hit me in the face. He sat down on a large couch and spread his arms and legs wide. It was made for at least three people and he made it look like it was undersized for one. There were more than a few stains visible in the room, but fuck it, I was too turned on to care.

“Ok, what do you want to know?” He asked, matter of factly.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And you’ll answer anything?”

“I’ll answer most things, let’s start with that.”

“Ok, what the hell are you on?”

He reached behind him and grabbed the little vial from somewhere out of sight. He tossed it to me and I caught it. The little bottle was labelled with a long chemical name and various warnings that said it was dangerous, not to consume it, and a little note that said “if found, please contact Dr. Smith at the following number.”

“They call it ‘macro,’ for obvious reasons.” He said.

“Dr. Smith? You’re kidding right?” I said sceptically.

“That’s obviously not her real name.” he smiled.

“So, what is it, some sort of steroid.”

“Fuck man it’s so much more. That right there is the product of decades of secret military research.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“No seriously,” he said, “ever since the first world war people have been trying to make the perfect soldier, and part of that has included the idea of a drug to turn men into fucking living weapons. I’ve only got part of the story from the Doc, but from what she’s said this traces back to a number of different countries’ own private research, but as the world has settled down in recent times, and wars being less reliant on the men than the weapons, the research was shut down.”

“Ok, I guess I can buy that, but how do you have it then?”

“Well when different projects were shut down they sort of went underground and continued their work. They didn’t want to lose so much work but at the same time it had to be secret or all the people would probably be charged with treason or executed by their countries, whether officially or otherwise.

I happened to meet the Doc through my parents. They’re obviously pretty well off and a few years back they agreed to fund her research, though I’m fairly sure they’re completely in the dark about what she’s doing, let alone that she asked me to be a lab rat.”

“So you said it’s more than just a steroid, what the hell is it then?”

“It’s a combination of so many things. It doesn’t just put hormones in you, this shit rewrites your DNA, it activates dormant genes and inserts new ones and puts your body into what the Doc calls a ‘hyper-pubescent state.’ Basically your own body becomes a factory pumping steroids and growth hormones into itself. Hell, I can’t even get the full story, because when I’ve asked, I swear she’s evasive on the details, and obviously this is way more than what simple hormones would do to a guy.”

To emphasize his point he flexed his upper body and every single muscle split into grotesque, shredded perfection. I came then and there. You might laugh, but just this man’s voice and the pungent smell had had me on the edge for several minutes. I dare any man to contain themselves when this living god flexes in front of them.

With some embarrassment I continued. “Is it… Is it affecting me?” I asked.

He broke eye contact with me. “I asked about that.” He said after a bit.

“And?!”

“The Doc says it’s still highly experimental, and that it’s not entirely an intended effect, but she seems to think that because I’ve been cumming in you while it’s still in my system, it could be altering you.”

“Altering? How?” I was starting to panic.

“Nothing bad!” he said quickly, “for the most part it’s just much weaker effects of what it does to me.”

“For the most part? And the rest?”

“She says that after it’s been processed by me, and along with what my body’s producing on its own now, it seems to make you more receptive…”

“What?” I was picturing him fucking controlling me with his mind.

“Come on man, you have to have noticed it, you took a cock down your throat that’s almost as big as your head. This shit is making me the ultimate man, and as a by-product it’s just making you able to handle me.”

“What the fuck.” I said.

I was in deep thought for a moment, but I didn’t want to lose this chance that he had been avoiding for so long.

“On Friday you ran out. You said you ‘shouldn’t have let this happen.’ What did you mean?”

He blushed and looked away again. It was unsettling seeing such a commanding figure look embarrassed.

“It’s… It’s addictive.” He said. “The Doc warned me not to use any more than the doses I’d been taking, but that night I doubled it and you can see what happened. But it feels so fucking good, I can’t even explain it. It’s like an orgasm but so much stronger, and through every single fibre of my being when I grow.”

As he spoke, I noticed exactly how potent the memories were as the appendage barely hidden in his underwear was pulling them more and more tight.

“Don’t you get it Lachie? He said, shifting and starting to stand up. “I don’t just want this anymore. I NEED it. I HAVE to grow bigger.”

“Bigger?” I started to say, but the word caught in my mouth. The titan had shed his cotton bonds and extended to his full height. One mammoth hand pulled me towards him, and the other found the tiny bottle I’d dropped.

As I found myself suspended in the air being lowered towards the most terrifyingly huge cock that has ever been present on a man I found one though piercing the panic in my brain.

If that stuff is making me able to do this, then fuck it, I can live with changing a little.

[Azerreza]

Well... I'm "Addicted" to this story !!!

[dredlifter]

13 hours ago, musclelovingtwink said:

“Don’t you get it Lachie? He said, shifting and starting to stand up. “I don’t just want this anymore. I NEED it. I HAVE to grow bigger.”

HELL YEAH!  GROW!

[DawnFire98]

This story escalates in the best way possible! 

[HornyAlphaPowerlifter]

I fucking love this story. Ive cum like a half dozen times from re-reading each of the first two chapters over and over. Just unloaded my balls to the 3rd chapter. 

[musclelovingtwink]

Chapter 4

“I want to meet her.”

I’d been thinking for a while now, but I finally said what I felt.

I was currently lying on top of my titan of a boyfriend. My head was cradled in the deep cleft between his pecs, my whole upper body fit neatly atop his shredded washboard of abs, and my legs were held apart as they straddled the colossal python of meat between his. If not for the secondary effects of the drug, I can safely say that thing should have just killed me by forcibly rearranging my vital organs.

“Huh?” Dane asked. Now believe me, I’d just spent and hour having my balls emptied repeatedly, but the feeling of his body shifting under me as he spoke had me hard again in an instant.

“I want to meet the Doctor.” I clarified. “This is affecting me as well, so I have a right to meet her and get the whole story.”

He sighed.

“I was kind of avoiding going to see her,” he started, “cos I sort of shouldn’t have, y’know…”

“Hulked out so much?” I smiled

“Yeah.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “But I guess I have to face her sometime, and you might as well come.”

I laughed. “So, what you’re saying is that you have balls the size of a small child, but you’re still scared of some doctor?”

“Hey, careful wise-guy.” He said, moving to a sitting position which started to crumple my body which was now pinned in the deep trench down his pecs and abs. I had to remind myself that Dane wasn’t just inhumanly large, he had a kind of insane muscular control down to the last fibre that guys just don’t naturally have.

I want to pretend we went straight there, but muscle and this juice weren’t the only things this guy had an insatiable hunger for. After another rampant session we decided we had to clean up first. I have to admit though, trying to cram his monstrous body into a shower was fun. The head pushed almost vertical only sprayed water near the top of his traps though, so we ended up laying his humongous form over the bathtub while I scrubbed every striated inch.

After trying to make Dane decent for going outside, which was a complete waste of time, we headed out to his garage. Ok so this guy’s place was pretty much a mansion, but I don’t think it sunk in just how loaded his family was until I saw the garage. They literally hit double digits in cars.

Dane picked a low sporty car, and when I questioned if it could even hold his weight he replied; “It’s got to, it’s the only convertible and there’s no way I’m fitting in any of the cars with a top.” I made a joke about him tearing the top off one of the tankier models like a tin of tuna, but he actually paused as though he was considering it before I said I was joking.

Luckily the sports car held out and despite some creaks of protest, was actually able to run with the behemoth behind the wheel. It wasn’t what I’d call a short trip, about an hour or two, but honestly, I was just so enamoured looking at Dane’s enormous form that it could have been much longer. I swear he’d grown even more since we’d met up the night before. He drove me out of the suburbs and into more rural scenery. He stopped at what appeared to be a farmhouse with a nearby barn. It couldn’t have been a more stereotypical, inconspicuous farm if it tried.

Heading to the farmhouse, Dane knocked on the front door which proved a mistake, as his huge meaty fist put a hole straight through the thick wood. A woman came running to the door at the sound of the crash.

Her eyes widened as she took in the hulking figure of Dane, who was looking a little sheepish as he picked splinters and debris from his fist.

“I see.” She said simply, looking him up and down quickly. “Well, this is quite the development.”

She was a middle-aged Asian woman with black hair that had a few hints of iron grey throughout. She wasn’t unattractive but she struck me as someone who had spent the best years of her life locked in her lab. She hurried us inside, looking around behind us as we entered, an action I thought was almost comical considering you couldn’t even see the nearest neighbour’s house.

She led us to a small dining room where she and I sat, and Dane just sort of leaned against a wall. It seemed he’d learnt his lesson from the door because none of these seats would’ve stood a chance against his steel glutes.

“So you’re Doctor Smith?” I asked.

She smirked. “Not exactly. I’m Doctor Jaime Kim. I’m currently the head researcher on the macro serum project. I take it you’re… intimately… familiar with the serum?”

“I guess you could say that. I haven’t taken it myself though.”

“Probably for the best.” She said. I would’ve almost mistaken that for concern of relief if she didn’t have such a cold detached way of addressing me. “The serum is still highly experimental, and as I’m sure you’re aware, there are some complications with addiction that haven’t been entirely ironed out.”

“Yeah, I think I noticed that.” We both shot a sideways look over at Dane who was pointedly looking off at nothing in the distance. It was funny seeing a 9-foot muscle god whose cock and balls, barely contained by bed linen, sat in front of him by at least a foot soft, trying to look nonchalant.

“So tell me, Dane,” said Dr. Kim. “Just how much of the serum have you used?”

“Uh, well, all of it…” he said sheepishly. “I kinda need a refill.”

Her eyes widened once again, and this was probably the most emotion this woman had shown.

“Dane, that vial contained enough to last you a month. It’s been two weeks at most.”

“Come on Doc, you can’t know what this is like, it’s fucking overwhelming. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life and every shot just takes it to a whole other level.”

“Besides the fact that your overdosing destroys any chance of integrity in human trials, have a look at yourself, how much bigger can you get and still function?” she gestured to him, leaning against a wall because furniture couldn’t hold him, and for a moment I saw her point, but just looking at the overgrown young man I couldn’t help but want to see how big he could get.

“Isn’t that my choice? I need more Doc, I need to get bigger, I need to be the biggest there is, the biggest there ever will be.” I could hear the hunger in his voice.

“I think it’s time I showed you something.” She said, getting up and heading towards the hallway. Dane and I followed her and found her plugging a code into a keypanel on the door at the end of the hall. The door opened revealing a large empty metallic room. As we entered it, I realised it was some sort of freight elevator. Dane had to bend over to fit inside, and once he did, she pushed the only button on the wall and the door slid shut.

The door opened to a site completely unexpected from the inconspicuous farmhouse we had entered. It was an entire underground lab. Long hallways went in all directions with large glass-walled rooms filled with various equipment. Doctor Kim led us down one hallway, at the end of which was what looked like a control room.

A panel of buttons and monitors lined one wall, and a huge blacked out window sat in front of it.

“I’d tell you to prepare yourselves, but I don’t really think there’s much chance of that either way.”

She typed something into a keyboard then flicked a switch, causing the blacked-out windows to turn clear. I looked into the room beyond and my brain struggled to piece together what I was seeing.

At first it just seemed like some huge pinkish blob, probably twelve to fifteen feet tall with a bunch of coloured tubes connected to it. Then I began to notice there were deep ridges in the mass in front of me, it wasn’t just shapeless mass, it had order to it, structure.

“Is that…” Dane started.

“That,” said Doctor Kim, “Is the previous test subject.”

[Ro20316]

WOAO whata  continuation. 

The dr is showing them the consequences of overdosing the formula and that's quite good.

I suspect the dr is working on something that will allow the subject to mantain mobility while gaining mas. A formula that plays with teh bone structure to make your body capable of maintaining the mobility