Chapter 8: The check-up
It's been a few weeks since I've gone to Benn's private training session. We've had a few more since then, all of them ending with me barely able to walk afterward. Each session lasts longer than the last, so at least I know my stamina is improving. I spoke to Gary after the first time I put Benn under that spell, asking him about the weird way Benn acted when he was under my influence. He explained that he acted under my lustful influence, and my lust probably influenced him to take control of the situation.
"Deep down in your heart, you know you're a bitch, and like a bitch in heat, you can't resist being held down and fucked by someone you know is stronger than you." He even held my chin as he looked right in my eyes as he said that.
I smacked his hand away, and then said "Well, I don't plan on being like that forever, especially when it comes to you."
"Hmm, we'll see my young pet. Will you succumb to your mortal weakness, or will your instincts transcend your mortal shell, and truly allow you to ascend to demon hood?" He laughs as leaves, his tail brushing across my face. He turns back to me before jumping out the window "We shall see, dog, keep packing on muscle for me, and don't forget to exercise your spirit too."
Since then, I've been growing at a steady pace. Now I've grown to be over six feet now, and I've been packing more muscles on frame than ever. I'm close to looking like a real bodybuilder, soon I'll be close to my dream physique. While my cock hasn't been growing as much as my body, I know I'm closing in on having a foot-long cock. It's only a matter of time at this point. My parents have been giving me odd looks since the start of July. They haven't said anything yet, but I can tell they have questions about my sudden growth. Even my dad must've been growing way too fast for it to be a normal growth spurt. Soon enough, one Sunday afternoon, my parents approached me and told me they had set up a doctor's appointment, to figure out why I've been growing so much. I tried telling them repeatedly that I'm fine, and I don't need a check-up, but they wouldn't budge.
My dad stood right in front of me, craning his neck up just to meet me eye to eye. "Listen son, I know there's probably nothing wrong with you, but it wouldn't hurt to get it looked at."
I'm dressed ready to go to the gym as always, having just finished changing into my workout clothes when my parents burst into my room with this nonsense. I know the doctor won't find anything off about me-probably, I don't think Gary's essence can be picked up on by modern medical machines. It's just a waste of time, and I don't have time to waste. Still, my parents insisted I go. My mom especially kept nagging me and my dad to ensure I would go. I argued with them for half an hour, but eventually, I had to cave.
"Good," my mother said, glad to have her way for once. "Be ready by 1 o'clock, we're going to see Dr. Mendoza."
Well, I guess it won't be all bad. I haven't seen Mendoza for a while anyway. I know the old lady will be shocked with my new appearance, maybe she can convince my parents to get off my back. She's basically another mom to me considering how much time she spends taking care of me and my brother. Once my parents get out of my room, I get dressed in something more presentable. I put on a decent shirt, a flannel jacket I got after a recent shopping trip, and my brother's old jeans. All these clothes felt tight on me, not enough for me to flex off me, but enough to be just a little uncomfortable. I like it, it reminds me just how large I've become. Maybe I'll regret it later, but I'll wear them for now. Besides, it's not like I've got anything better to wear.
"Where are you! It's almost one, get down here already!" Yep, there she goes. I better get down there before she goes stomping up to my room again.
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After a 20-minute drive trapped in my dad's car in this hot, sticky weather, we finally arrived at Dr. Mendoza's office. It's a decently sized clinic, painted in a pleasant beige and white combo, which went well with any kind of weather, but it looked especially nice during the summer. The old lady loved her greenery, the lot around the clinic looked like a mini jungle. Huge palm trees tower of the building, bushes large and small, all blooming with colorful flowers. Even the roof is green, covered with grass and vines draping down. Mom stood in awe of the beautiful building, only snapping out of it when dad tapped her shoulder.
"What's wrong, Frida? Surprised she managed to make her little building upgrade work?"
"Uh, ch! You-lets just go..." she grumbled, shaking her head as walked in with the rest of us.
We got in and went straight to the front desk, greeted by a young receptionist, only for her to be interrupted by Dr. Mendoza, who just spotted them while walking in and dropped everything. She excitedly ran up to greet the family. She's a short, portly woman, barely reaching my mom's chin. A few wrinkles and a few strands of grey in her black hair hinted at age, though her springy energy made her seem far younger than she really was. Only someone who truly loved their job could be nearly twice my parents age and still seem to be about as healthy as they are.
"Oh, it's been so long! How are you Frida, Hector?" She went to both of my parents, grabbing them by the shoulders and double kissing their cheeks. Her eyes went wide with shock when she turned to me, she stood there for a minute before gasping out loud.
"Oh my lord, Ernesto! You've grown huge! I swear it's only been a few years since I saw you! When I said you still had some growing to do, I didn't mean for you to double in size! Although..." She looked around with her brows furrowed, like she was looking for someone. "Your parents called me to check-up on Adrian, where is he?"
A small grin cracked across my lips as I heard the shock in voice, small giggles escaped my parent's lips. Mendoza looked at us for a minute before she realized I was standing right in front of her.
"Oh-oh dear..."
"Yes, I've grown quite a bit Dr. Mendoza, though Ernesto is still larger than me."
She looked like she was about to faint, hearing the news nearly made her look her age. Now she looked at me with a bit of fear and concern in her eyes. She turns to my parents, now with a million questions forming in her head. "Well, it seems Adrian has tripled in size since his last check-up. I can see why your mother sounded so urgent when she called me. Still, It has been a long time since we've seen each other. "
. "While it has been a while since we've met, Adrian hasn't grown much since then. Well, until recently. He's only been going to the gym for about a month and he's grown this much!" My dad grinned with pride and slapped me on the back. "Frida has been concerned with him growing so fast, but I think it's natural for him to grow so much now that he's finally off his ass!" Dad held onto me like a proud father, he had one arm around me and another reaching up and rubbing my hair. It felt nice for a little bit, for dad to be proud of me for once.
Now Dr. Mendoza now looked at me with great concern, realizing just how unbelievable my growth is. "I see-Let's not waste any time then, come on." she says, now leading us to the check-up room. It was a short walk, just a stretch forward and a turn to the right until we reached it. A colorful little room with dinosaurs and dragons painted on the walls. My face burned with embarrassment when I entered the room. I sat down on the nearest chair, a small red stool which shuddered and creaked when I sat on it.
"You might be too big for that dear, here." Dr. Mendoza motioned to a much larger chair for me. I immediately rushed over and sat down, while my parents sat on the cot. While Mendoza gathered her tools she began explaining what potential causes for my sudden growth.
"I believe your son is most likely dealing with a major influx of hormones. Most likely a case of Pubescent Hypertrophy, if this change only took place over the course of a month.
My mom nodded "Yes, he was barely taller than his father by the start of June. Now he's nearly as tall as Ernesto! It's insane!"
"Hmmm..." Dr. Mendoza finished setting her equipment and led me to the scale. "Normally, we would use the height and weight scale, but I can see you've already grown too big for that, so I'll just use the tape measure when it comes to your height." She stepped back and let me step onto the scale. I stood on the scale a little longer than I thought, it took a few minutes for the scale to take my weight.
"197 pounds..." I whispered. I haven't been keeping track of my weight recently, so I was shocked at how many pounds of muscle I've gained since meeting Gary. Everyone in the room seemed as shocked as I was when Mendoza herself read out the measurements.
"Almost 200 pounds, you've really been guys growing since I last saw you." Then Mendoza took my height, bmi, checked my hearing, heartbeat, blood pressure, and so on. I've grown to 6'2" and my bmi is measured to be 25.56 something, way too many numbers to remember. My stats all come back healthy, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, there's one last test she needs from me. "Everything seems good, but I still need to see your hormone levels. There are two options, "she held up a needle and a cup, "either a blood test or urine test. I'll let you choose this one, though I prefer we do both, for the most accurate results."
