James 2.0.
James absentmindedly gulped all three pills, and as soon as he had, he felt very warm inside.
“Oh God!” he said, his voice deepening, “why is it so hot in here?”
As he fanned himself, he began to grow bigger, more muscular, hairier and also older, but he wasn’t noticing any of it, like he was growing up normally.
His chest itched and he scratched “Hm… probably I need to have a bath. OW!!!” he then screamed as his feet grew too big for the shoes he was wearing. “OWOWOWOWOW!!” he had just bent (and felt woozy, as his balance was being upset by his growing taller) when the shoe practically burst under the pressure of the lengthening body part. “Shit!” he cursed under his breath as he wiggled his toes and concluded that, thanks to God, his feet were OK.
Then the hot feeling began again.
His legs began to swell and sweat from the stretching and the growing of hair, and felt very hot; James shucked the jeans he was wearing instantly, and then his boxers, as he felt the hotness pooling in his groin, letting his now 10-inch dick with bull-like balls free in the open air, as he was directing to the bathroom.
His chest and shoulders became hot too, so shirt and undershirt were off in a snap.
Had James noticed, he would have found wrong the fact that he was growing taller with every step, that his muscles were bulging out from all over his body, that thick body hair was growing copiously in all the right places, and that he was walking around naked, something he never did as he always felt ashamed of his body. But he didn’t, and he kept on growing taller, more muscular, hairier, and older; a thick beard grew on his face and then trimmed itself, as did all his body hairs, his face became the handsome kind of worn-looking, his hands became calloused, and a pair of glasses that went perfectly with his face. His body stopped stretching, and moving, and growing, and it seemed his growth was complete. But as his hair and body hair turned the sexiest shade of gray it could be, and his memories finished changing from the ones of a teenager to the ones of a forty-year-old, it became clear it wasn’t yet.
But it was now. James blinked, and with that, the change was complete.
James had upgraded; from geeky and trampled-upon older brother, he had become a well-respected, very intelligent and smart, and also hot as all hell, father of one.
He was relaxing in the bath when somebody knocked at the door. He got out, toweled himself dry and put on a pair of boxers, while screaming “Co-min’!” to the somebody who was knocking insistently.
James went to the door and opened it. “Hi, what’s up?” he asked to the person who knocked, who was…