The delivery driver dropped off the two lattes in a bag by the door. A few minutes later Eric opened the door and and took the bag inside.
Eric and his friend Henry were two college freshmen. They were both skinny nerds and shared a class that had an exam the next day. Despite the fact that they both felt prepared, they decided to pull an all-nighter anyway, because they wanted to be extra certain.
“Coffee’s here,” Eric said, plopping the bag down on his desk. Henry grabbed one and started sipping.
“Oh yeah, this’ll do the trick,” Henry said, eyes wide. “I think I’m getting a buzz already.”
Eric took a sip. “Yeah, so am I. Weird. I don’t know any coffee that works that fast.”
The two were roommates and dressed only in their crappy T-shirts and athletic shorts that they wore to bed. But both soon realized they were sweating.
Eric glanced at Henry. “Have you been working out lately?”
“No, but you look like you have. Your chest looks bigger. And did you forget to shave?”
“No, but your arms are bigger.”
Both wondered what was going on. Eric looked down; his chest was bigger and his shirt felt tighter. In fact, so did his shorts. He rubbed a hand over his face and felt more stubble than he’d shaved off this morning.
He looked at Henry. His friend’s arms were thick now, straining his shirt sleeves, and the rest of him looked bigger too. In fact, he also seemed taller, his jaw was sharper, and his previously dirty blond hair was now leaching brown, turning the color of gold. He was still clean-shaven, but…
Suddenly Eric heard a sound of ripping fabric and felt air rush across his chest and back. He realized his shirt had torn in multiple places, and then his shorts did the same across his butt. More ripping and he soon stood in his underwear. Looking over at Henry, he saw the same was true for his friend.
Henry barely resembled his former self. He had perfectly tanned skin, golden hair, a more chiseled face, and godly muscles: large sculpted pecs, beefy biceps, washboard abs, legs thick as phone poles. He was hairless from the neck down with a clean shave.
Eric was much the same, but he now had an olive skin tone, pure black hair, and thick stubble, with a mat of chest hair and dusting on his arms, legs, and stomach. And both were now packing anacondas in their underwear.
Both stood there, panting, in utter disbelief. But they were both also feeling incredibly pleased- and hornier than they’d ever been in their lives.
Both were straight, the hormonal haze from the massive testosterone boost couldn’t change that. But how would they get relief?