"In theory, I should have a pretty good life," 19-year-old Matthew Carter thought to himself. First of all, he was a college sophomore with A+ grades. Furthermore, his loving parents had high paying jobs, and gladly paid for his fees and rent. Finally, the two people he shared an apartment with were plainly drop-dead gorgeous.
Jennifer Wilson, at this moment on his right, was busy placing yesterday's dishes in the machine. The beautiful 23-year-old brunette was a biology major, and she had clearly gotten the biology just right. A competitive dancer from a young age, her ass and thighs had been sculpted into perfection over the years. Yet despite all the exercise, the gods, in their great generousity to man, had gifted her an ample bosom. About 5'8 tall, the young woman had brown eyes, full lips and high cheekbones, as well as a sprinkle of freckles over her nose that almost drove Matt crazy.
On his left hand, 22-year-old Danielle Stevens was leaning over the kitchen table, deeply focused on a thick psychology textbook. The yin to Jenni's yang, Dani was a voluptous blonde with a big, round ass, and tits that threatened to burst through her top. Mixed with a smile that could melt stone, she was a total knockout. The 5'6 blonde mainly kept in shape by yoga and running. At one occasion, Dani had invited Matt along for a run, and the result had been humiliating for him. So that had been the end of that.
Matt had moved into the modern, three-bedroom apartment just five months earlier. Jennifer's old roommates had both graduated and moved out. Danielle, Jenni's best friend from college, had moved in immediately, but with the rent being quite high, they had struggled to find a third student who could afford their share for a room.
Matt's big sister knew Jennifer from high school, and suggested her brother as a short term solution. After some thinking, Jenni accepted it. He got the smallest room, of course, but it was still a decent upgrade from the cramped campus dorm room.
Now, however, he was disillusioned. A pale and skinny computer science student, he was never particularly good with the ladies. To have two beautiful chicks so close, yet so far away, was pretty much torture for him. It didn't exactly help that the two had quickly grown comfortable around him, and now carelessly walked around in skimpy clothes or towels ("you don't mind, do you?" wink). They teased him. Sometimes he came home to find them watching Netflix with nothing but shorts and bras. He had to fight his instinct to stare. Torture.
The weekends made it even worse. When Jenni & Dani arranged parties, he had to act like he cared about people. When the guests messed up his equalizer settings, or flirted with the girls, he raged inside. When Dani and Jenni brought company home from the club, and he was forced to listen to their muffled moans while he reluctantly jerked off. The awkward hellos the next morning, when the girls had breakfast with the lucky guys. He grimaced.
"What's the matter, Matt? Looks like somebody killed your cat!" Jenni said as she closed the dishwasher door. He shrugged.
"It's nothing, just an algorithm I can't get right for my project," he replied and got up, quickly retiring to his bedroom.
He lazily browsed Reddit until he heard the front door slam shut for the second time, accompanied by a distant "bye".
Finally! It was time to test the potion.
Jon Snow followed him back out into the kitchen. The black cat meowed, expecting food as usual, but Matt ignored the bastard and placed all the ingredients on the counter. Plain vinegar, moldy blue cheese, sodium bicarbonate, a month old carrot... the list went on, one strange ingredient after another. He shredded the cheese and carrot, and mixed everything together. A pungent steam rose from the casserole when he heated the mixture to a boil. He strained it into a bowl and added all of the white powder he had ordered from China. "Epigenetic stimulator", it said on the label. It had cost him his most valuable comic book collection, but if it worked as advertised, it would be worth it. He mixed it well, and let the brownish fluid cool down. Jon Snow meowed again, and Matt finally gave him some cat food. The bastard ate greedily.
Matt looked at the mix. Just one spoonful, the recipe said. Matt never broke rules in algorithms, yet he was determined to make this potion work. He was done being a loser. With a big gulp, he drank the whole bowl.
He had never tasted something so revolting before, and that included Jenni's "amazing" kale and broccoli smoothie. Retching and coughing, he was sure he'd have to throw up. He ran to the bathroom, but it didn't happen. He stood there, on his knees in front of the toilet for half an hour before the urge to vomit went away.
Matt dizzily dragged himself to his bedroom. This was a huge mistake, he thought. Damn darkweb. It was nothing but trolls and liars, and he had been easy to fool.
"Argh, why am I so warm?" he thought.
He dropped his clothes on the floor and threw himself on the bed, feeling drunk as fuck. Jon Snow meowed angrily as Matt's shirt landed on top of him.
Matt woke up shivering, a great thundering in his head and awful aches in his limbs. It was dark outside, so he estimated he'd been sleeping for at least twelve hours, if not 36... His stomach screamed for food, while his bladder begged for relief. He laid there for what felt like an hour, gathering strength to get up. Eventually he rolled himself out of bed, collapsing on the floor like a drunk teen. With all his will, he managed to rise to his feet and stay up. On stilty legs, he wobbled into the bathroom.
He peed for an eternity, before heading to the kitchen to lay siege to the fridge. Not wanting to wake everyone up, he reluctantly stuck to the cold food, but yesterday's leftover pizza, Danni's tall stack of low-carb pancakes, and a whole salami perished in his assault. His thirst was quenched by an entire jug of milk. Darkness shrouded him again quickly as soon as he was under the covers.
The soft morning light brought him gently back to life. Though he was starving again, the headache was gone. Other than that, he just felt like he'd been in a fistfight at the finish line of a marathon. Throughout his body, his muscles were aching with the soreness that could only come from hard work. Yet... he felt a great urge to go to the gym. Perhaps a good warm up and some exercise would help...? He got out of bed, and put on his old gym shorts and a nerdy tee.
"Oh, you're still alive?" Dani teased when he emerged from his cave. She was relaxing on the couch, slowly stroking Jon Snow's belly while the cat purred happily. It had to be Saturday.
"Can't talk, must... gym," Matt replied and grabbed a sandwich on the way out.
"Oookey...?" Danni replied as the door closed, the blonde bombshell perplexed by his sudden interest in corporeal exercise. She didn't even know he had a membership at the local gym. Good for him, she thought. Jon Snow meowed, and she went back to petting her second favorite kitty.
As if possessed, Matt worked out for over three hours, lifting heavier weights than he'd ever touched, and biking faster than he had ever managed. The urge to exercise was incredible, and the more he lifted or pedaled, the better he felt. Afterwards, in the shower at home, he noticed that the soreness had been replaced by a soft tingle throughout his body. It was almost as if he could see himself growing muscle. Had he known it felt this good to workout, he would have started a lot sooner!
When this repeated itself for the third day, he realized that the potion had to have worked after all. Not as intended, though. It was supposed to to enhance muscle growth and "masculinity", but this... he figured that the dosage had warped the effects in a strange way. Each morning he had felt better than before, yet the urge to exercise and the immense hunger had been present. The effects had been extreme. He suddenly had visible abs, biceps, pecs... No large muscles, but definitely a big change in just three days.
There was another surprising change as well. He had measured several times, and it was clearly not just he imagined. As a young man, Matt knew precisely how small his dick was: 3.9 inches long, and 2.8 inches around at the middle, no thicker than his thumb. Now, as he measured, the tape measure went further: His erection was more than a full inch longer and his girth almost 4 inches. It was still nothing to brag about, but he couldn't help but smile. If this magical powder gave him a normal dick, he would give it the full five stars for sure.
