I waited with anticipation every day for 6 p.m. I tried to make sure I was within viewing distance of Mike. Without fail, the hour would strike and Mike would seize up slightly as the electricity puled through him, and then I would do the same. Him losing and me stealing his impressive gains. I fought the urge, with all my will power, to peak at what I was becoming.
Saturday a week later, I decided to take stock of my gains. Seven days would be almost two inches of dick and 3.5 lbs of muscle. I went down to the barn shower, stripping along the way. When I got there, Mike was already there, letting the cold water wash over his face. My eyes locked on his still massive dick, it did look smaller though. His muscles while still defined looked, less so today. I wondered if he noticed. I took off the rest of my clothes and moved towards a corner of the shower room. Mike looked over at me and smirked, letting out a mean laugh, his eyes locked on my body. "God you're gross" he stated, " no wonder no one wants to fuck you. Not even that gay friend of yours."
You look down and face the corner, embarrassed by his tirade. You washed quickly, barely looking at your moderately improved body.