This was how Evan’s week continued to play out. He ate in between classes, often having to cut out early for a mad dash to the bathroom for a jerk-off session after one look at a girl gave him a raging erection. He worked out before school, at football practice, and at home after practice.
Thankfully he’d stopped growing taller, but he was still changing. His hair was coming in thick and fast, not just his beard and mustache, but also his pits, pubes, arms, legs, and torso. But even more, his muscles were growing at an astonishing rate. One morning he was 160 pounds, decent but still skeletal at 6’5. The next day, he was 185!
This growth continued all week. Evan was determined to use the same T-shirt and athletic shorts for practice each day, but everyone, including the admiring girls, could see how it all appeared to shrink on his growing frame. Soon his shirt was more of a crop top, exposing his 8-pack and his treasure trail and pulling tight across his chest, while the shorts were ready to explode around his thick thighs and massive muscle butt.
By the weekend, Evan weighed 250 pounds of pure, defined muscle. No fat covered his body, but a lot of hair sure did. Here the growth finally seemed to slow, but he needed a whole new wardrobe. He’d started making his way through the female population with his 10 inch rod, becoming rather accomplished at sex. He learned quickly at football and was soon a stud in every sense of the word.
The handsome, hairy hunk who entered school the following Monday, dressed in super-tight jeans, a black V-neck exposing his full hairy chest, and a thin gold chain didn’t remotely resemble the hairless wimp who had bought the potion. Evan was the king of the school now.