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Jeff & Mike
|So, that's about it, that's about all I can think of. See, Jeff has asked me to write this all down, so that he can keep a good record for scientific purposes. He told me he won't give me the injection without it. I'm making sure I do as he asks, I don't want to risk pissing him off! I'm about to hand it to him so we can get started.
I don’t really know how much pain I'm going to be in; he's promised to monitor the whole thing, at least he'll be here with me to help me through it. The stupid part of it is, the whole process is so damned banal - there's no super-huge machine with dials on it, there's no lightning rod rising through the roof to harness the god-damned lightning-charged atmosphere -- it's just a stupid, dinky little injection. Jeff's over there in the other warehouse sterilizing the needle. He told me he'd just come over when I shouted I was finished, and he'd stick me. I'm a few minutes away from…well, from transforming into what well might be the most superb, muscular human male in the history of our species.
Not bad for a geeky little faggot-boy from central Florida, is it?
While Jeff is waiting out there, I've also had an idea. It'll just be our little secret for now! I just whipped out my cel phone, see…it's sitting here, right beside the computer. And I've got the speed dial set for Brandon's number. What I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna call him. I'm gonna tell him he's got to come out here; I'll give him the address, my credit card number, tell him Jeff's here, but it's an emergency. Heh heh heh heh…
Can't wait to see the look on our muscle-punk slave's adorable, obedient, worshipping face when he sees Jeff and me pound out flexes of our titanic bodies - sees that my cock is so big he could fit his head down my piss-slit; sees what HE is about to become, just as I have.
Uh oh - I hear Jeff thundering over here. He's coming, I'd better call Brandon quick, so gotta run. But hey look, if any of you reading this want to know what happens, I can only say….so do fuckin' I…..
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