Dillon shuddered - the effects of Muscle Tech-X finishing their work on him. He had taken the drug not long after Carmen walked off and let him complete his workout, and he was not disappointed by the feeling of the next dose. The effects were not quite as momentous, but they had pushed Dillon in the exact direction he had wanted to go. His arms now crested at 20 inches, his shoulders broader still, and he had chuckled when his chest pumped up and pressed the bench bar back up right in the middle of his exercise. Though he did note as he got up from that and saw his abs etching tighter and obliques really getting defined that his nipples seemed slightly pronounced - and touching them made him almost jizz in his pants.
His thighs and ass seemed to take quite a bit of the growth too - his thighs by then outshining his quads in terms of development, which Dillon took to mean he'd just need to do more squats going forward. He'd never even seen a guy with an ass like his own now, even among the bodybuilding regulars there. He also found himself noting that his body hair seemed slightly thinner than before - though he wondered if that might just be due to his hair color or something.
His back, widened enough to stretch his shirt a bit more, pressed against the bench press' long seat, and let Dillon know he would make quite a powerful impression when he inevitably got up. The young man didn't think about bothering Carmen with his new muscular growth. Chances are, Carmen had his own exercises he wanted to undertake.
And probably his share of transformations to undergo. Dillon knew enough about this stuff by now to know it was quite effective. Though it seemed weird to him that it was taking this long on Carmen. He should, Dillon contemplated, have experienced the joy of---
Dillon gulped as he registered his sensitive, pulsing cock. Just thinking about how it felt to just grow like that threatened to push him over the edge - he'd been horny before, but he was in absolute bliss now. "Ahh~!" Dillon could not help himself but moan as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. Saw how huge and well muscled he was now. He remembered what Carmen said. About that lava and stuff. About him being too muscular, too buff...but then, Dillon felt fucking amazing.
Nothing that made him feel this fucking good could be anything but a joy.
Right before Dillon went about another exercise on the bench, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Kelly Crauss just standing there, watching him, an interested look on her face as she took in the muscled up Dillon. As buff as he was before, now Dillon liked to think he was on another level. He was probably even bigger than Hans where it counted. Definitely in chest and thighs. So maybe...
"Excuse me, Dillon?" Oh, the way she said that. The interest and the slight hint of played at shyness. She was making Dillon feel even bigger with the way she was approaching him as she started to walk over. And he recognized this tactic and was absolutely all for it. It made a groundswell of heat radiate up through him, a smirk twitching at his lips. He knew she could probably see how erect he was right now, so he adjusted himself openly.
"Yeah, Ms. Crauss?" He said, trying to keep himself from sounding too cocksure.
"I can't help but notice you have REALLY taken to Muscle Tech-X," she said as she approached him, running her hands over his biceps, shoulders and chest, seeming to smile knowingly when her fingers - teasing his nipples - made Dillon take a sharp intake of breath, "You really impress me. I think I'd like to use the private workout room on the second floor. Usually its for personal trainers...but I got it okayed for today. Are you good with this, Dillon?"
She dialed up the flirtation as she made her case. And Dillon almost felt like running full speed upstairs. She wanted to use that room - the room with one tiny little tinted window at the middle - and have a private training session with him. With Dillon. He didn't need to be told what that probably meant. "Yeah...yeah I'm good with that..." As she started moving toward the stairs to head up, Dillon grinned, "...Babe."
He knew it sounded stereotypically jockish of him, but Dillon was huge. He was horny. And he was gonna get him some release.
The walk up to the second floor was almost torturously slow, with Kelly walking directly in front of Dillon. Letting him check out her every asset and evaluate what he wanted to do up there. He felt sweat begin to drip down his forehead. His newly big hands, wrapped around her waist, oh he could but imagine it. He almost shook as he walked - imagining their sexual congress. Surely...surely!
By the time they got to the top, Kelly teasingly looked back at Dillon, standing there with a big old bulge at his groin, looking hot and heavy, "Oh Dillon, somebody's looking excited~!" She helped him up the final steps even though he didn't need it, and used the opportunity to feel the rippling musculature in his forearms - even those muscles had grown strong and broad. Felt his hands and noted their feel.
Dillon mentally steeled himself, knowing he couldn't act on his needs quite yet.
By the time the two were walking into the private workout room, which thankfully was as of yet empty when they entered, Dillon was toying with the fringe of his shirt. Eagerly anticipating getting to take it off. He was really feeling so tight in this fucking shirt. Maybe she'd get even more interested...
"Oh, by the by, since we're alone, feel free to remove your shirt..." Kelly stated.
Before she even finished the sentence, Dillon had his shirt taken off. He energetically flung it around in an arc before tossing it into a corner. Standing there before her, broad - shirtless - powerfully built. Dillon had never felt this fucking strong before in his life. He'd never felt so desired. It was like a drug in his system just as much as Muscle Tech-X was.
Kelly eyed Dillon's bulge and said, "So considering you're so athletic and built, can you show me around doing the prisoner squats?"
"Uhh..." Dillon almost blanched. He was familiar with those. And he was also familiar what helping her do those would look like. "Yeah. Yeah! I can!" Dillon grinned and moved up toward her.
For her part, Kelly promptly pressed her back and rear end against Dillon. Which made the new minted bodybuilder gasp before keeping himself from just shooting off at that. Her---her butt---her toned, nice fucking ass---it was just---pressed up against him!! It was all Dillon could do to stop himself from cumming just from that. He grit his teeth and gulped suddenly as he realized what was due to happen next.
What did indeed happen next was what felt like a painfully slow, one by one exercise where Kelly lowered herself in tune with it, her body pressed up against Dillon's. Feeling his sweat against her outfit, and her glutes pressed up against his cock. Almost wedging it between her thick cheeks. Dillon's calves flexed - fuck, he needed some release soon or he'd go fucking crazy!
By the time they finished, Dillon was breathing harshly, though not for any sense of physical exhaustion. "That---that was twuh-twelve reps! How'd that feel?"
"Great...though obviously," Kelly said with a smile, "I'm not feeling quite as good as you're feeling." She moved off of him and looked down directly at his engorged unit. Which at present was sopping wet with precum. Like, fuck, Dillon had cum quite a few times before this. Usually by masturbating. But fuck, his cock had never been this wet before. He wanted to just screw her so bad...
"Yeah...yeah, you kinda were pressing up against it." Dillon shrugged, trying to keep things natural.
"Well, how about I make things better for you..." She moved in and in a sudden move gripped Dillon's nipple between her thumb and index finger. Drawing a low grunt from Dillon in the process.
"You're...you're gonna..." He tried to warn her, "Push me right into getting really sexual, babe. Really. Just...checking."
"Oh, such a gentleman. And such a pity that I don't want a gentleman. Fuck. Me. Silly, big boy." Kelly said in a sultry whisper.
Seeing as that was what she wanted...! Dillon suddenly pressed himself up against her and began letting her really grind against his cock. The two of them roughly kissing each other passionately right then and there. How fast then, Dillon considered, that something done in here turned to sex. He wondered how many personal trainers here had gotten laid in this very room. And, Dillon contemplated, how many of those sexy personal trainer women would want a piece of Dillon now...?
"Ahh fuck yes, fuck yes, babe! Fuuuuuuuuck!" Dillon moaned and frantically began to push at his shorts. Trying desperately to get them off - but dammit, his clothes betrayed him it seemed. Even as the two made out so fiercely, Dillon's thick, muscled thighs made removing his shorts such a damn inconvenience. He began grunting, groaning, frustrated at the remaining barriers between him and Kelly.
Even her touching him felt so fucking good. Where she ran her fingernails down his abs they seemed to pulse and tingle. He gasped when she wrapped her hands around him and pressed her fingers against his back, which responded with a flex and almost the slightest bit of further growth outwards. Eventually, Dillon managed to get his shorts and boxers down - and he moaned at the sight of himself. Kelly for her part gasped, "Ohh yes! Big muscle man, big cock!"
She got down on her knees and Dillon wondered how he got to the point where the hot advertiser chick was by all indications giving him a blowjob. And by how he was feeling this was gonna be the best blowjob of his life. Fuck yes! "Ohh yeah babe, blow me!"
"That's the plan, hunk," she said, and with some adjustment and readiness, she took him into her mouth.
Dillon almost lost his breath over how good it felt. He began shaking on his feet, shoulders flexing and legs tensing as he tried to keep himself standing up. Fuck but where did she learn to suck this fucking good!? Not that Dillon had much in the way of reference - he had indeed been a virgin before today - but she was just hitting all the right spots. He never even knew his cock's tip was just that fucking sensitive! And she kept on licking at and tonguing it. Was she trying to make him cum too soon!?
Was that the plan here? Show Dillon had no stamina?
His mind was racing, and he decided he needed to show Kelly he could keep himself under control. Think unsexy thoughts, Dillon! He managed to at least keep himself from shooting off, though he was increasingly making oversexed noises as he felt her mouth, so wet and skilled with that tongue, delighting every bit of his cock - and even teasing at his balls!
It was when he felt her touch at his ass, gripping his muscular, strong glutes, that he gulped, "Uhh mmm, uhh babe?"
"Are you good with ass play, Dillon?"
He knew she was probably gonna make things feel even better. He also knew that something about that just seemed so... he couldn't place it. He was just feeling too horny right then and there. So he just nodded over and over, and Kelly responded, "Good boy." So when he felt her finger tease at his hole, his surprisingly sensitive, welcoming hole right there - he almost shot off then and there!
"Fuuuck! Fuck babe that feels like nothing I've ever done!" And that was true because Dillon had done nothing before. But she didn't need to know that. He also knew that he had very little time left before he shot off. And he suspected Kelly knew that. Because she was going all in on him right then and there...
But as he was just about to hit climax, Kelly pulled off of him, and asked, "So, big boy, I have some ideas to spice things up..."
"Wuh-What are they...?" Dillon felt almost too horny. Fuck, fuck, he needed her to finish. He needed to get done. He needed to cum, and feel her mouth on him again. After so long, being the skinny and undesirable guy, he needed to---! "Just...will I...?"
"Yes, you'll cum. You'll probably cum a lot, Dillon..." Kelly said as she teased his ass again, making him moan and almost shoot off, "Just...keep control of yourself. Here's my idea..."