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That day, I did a skincare routine that left my skin insanely soft and hydrated, then used a mask that made me feel like I was floating on air, followed by a serum that sealed everything in perfectly. I seriously need to recreate that combo soon. <333

Nerds No More

Dr. Chen's notes had been clear: *Subject 3479 exhibits 400% androgen surge within 20 minutes of administration.* The side effects—*possible memory loss, potential organ failure*—were scribbled in the margin like an afterthought. Trevor jammed the needle into his thigh without flinching.

The burn started in his bone marrow. His fingers cracked audibly as they lengthened, nails thickening into chitinous claws before retracting to perfect ovals. His lab coat split down the back as his lats erupted outward, seams popping like firecrackers.

Someone screamed—maybe him—as his jaw unhinged with a wet snap. Teeth rained onto the tile as new ones erupted, blunt molars sharpening into predatory canines. His tongue lolled out, swollen and purple, then shrank back sculpted and pink.

The observation window reflected a stranger. Broad shoulders strained against the remains of his shirt, veins snaking up forearms thick as tree roots. His acne scars had vanished. His hairline, previously retreating like a defeated army, now framed a face that belonged on a whiskey billboard.

A sudden pressure against his fly snapped his attention downward. The fabric bulged obscenely, seams groaning under the weight of what felt like a third forearm. Trevor gasped—not in pain, but in primal recognition. He'd seen porn, read forum posts, but nothing prepared him for the visceral reality of swinging that much meat between his thighs. His fingers twitched toward his zipper before he caught himself. The lab was no place for this. He needed space. Movement. Somewhere he could flex this new body without getting arrested.

The gym—that neon-lit temple of testosterone three blocks away—flashed in his mind. He'd always skirted past its floor-to-ceiling windows, head ducked, while giants hoisted dumbbells like they were Styrofoam. Now his muscles vibrated with the need to crush those same weights, to feel plates rattle on a barbell meant for shoulders twice the width of his old ones. Trevor kicked aside the shredded remains of his pants (since when had they split at the seams?) and lunged for the emergency exit, his bare feet slapping against linoleum slick with his own discarded teeth.

Meanwhile, as Trevor left for the gym, Melanie emerged from the supply closet where she'd been hiding. Her lab goggles fogged with panicked breath as she surveyed the wreckage—broken glass, spattered fluids, the rancid tang of accelerated metabolization. She'd watched everything through the keyhole: the way Trevor's spine had crackled like popcorn as it straightened, how his Adam's apple had jutted forward like a switchblade. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the discarded syringe, its label smeared with fingerprints that were now twice their original size. "Holy shit," she whispered to the empty lab.

The serum slid into her vein like warm honey. For three agonizing seconds, nothing happened—then her skin ignited. Her thighs slapped together with a wet smack as they swelled outward, hips flaring like sails catching wind. Her ponytail writhed as individual strands thickened into lustrous ropes, cascading down her back in a waterfall of chestnut silk. The lab coat split down the middle as her breasts surged upward, nipples hardening against suddenly sheer fabric. She moaned—not from pain, but from the dizzying pleasure of feeling her waist cinch inward while her ass rounded into perfect, jiggling hemispheres.

Trevor didn't notice the gym doors swing open. He was too busy admiring the way his biceps flexed under 300 pounds of iron, veins popping like subway maps across skin that smelled inexplicably of sandalwood and storm clouds. The weight rack groaned as he re-racked the barbell one-handed—then froze. His nostrils flared. That scent—vanilla and ozone and something dangerously alive—could only mean one thing. Across the gym, Melanie stood silhouetted in the neon exit sign's glow, her borrowed spandex shorts straining against thighs that could crack walnuts.

"Damn, gorgeous," Trevor purred, swaggering forward with a predator's grace he didn't know he possessed. His voice had dropped an octave, syllables dripping like honey off a tongue that suddenly knew exactly what to say. "You bench with that ass, or just ruin lives?" He leaned against the squat rack, bicep flexing, completely oblivious to the way Melanie's new cleavage heaved under her tight top. Her freshly plush lips parted—but before she could speak, Trevor's smirk widened. "Bet I could spot you." His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "In more ways than one."

Melanie's answering laugh turned into a gasp as Trevor lifted her onto the weight bench like she weighed nothing, his newly massive hands spanning her waist. Their bodies crashed together with the precision of chemical reactants—his cock, thick as a Red Bull can and twice as eager, sliding effortlessly into her dripping heat. The gym echoed with the slap of sweat-slicked skin, the clang of weights rattling as Melanie arched her back against the bench. Trevor's teeth grazed her neck, tasting salt and synthetic pheromones as her thighs clamped around his hips, heels digging into the small of his back. Somewhere between thrusts, his tongue found hers—and suddenly the serum's real purpose became clear: their DNA was rewriting itself mid-fuck, chromosomes tangling in ways no ethics committee would ever approve.

They climaxed simultaneously—Trevor roaring loud enough to shake the protein-shake bottles on the shelves, Melanie's scream short-circuiting the gym's neon lights. His release hit her cervix like a depth charge, triggering a secondary orgasm that made her toes curl around the barbell she'd somehow lifted off the rack. Their sweat pooled beneath them, iridescent and suspiciously viscous, as Trevor collapsed atop her, his biceps quivering like overclocked engines. Across the room, the mirrored wall reflected their tangled limbs... and the way Melanie's irises now pulsed with the same bioluminescent glow as the serum vial.

“Now that was a fun experiment Trevor!” Melanie giggled as she rest her head on Trevor’s chest.

“Melanie?” Trevor exclaimed in surprise.

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Thursday, February 8.

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