The next batch was barely cool when Brendon put a cork in the test tube. "Where do you think you're going?" Rick asked, part way through making a third batch.
"I want to do some marketing," Brenden said. "I mean, why wait? The stuff worked on us, and every successful sales campaign begins with reference customers." Brenden was laying it on thick now, but he knew that such talk would impress Rick enough to get his way.
Rick smiled at Brenden's remarks and said simply, "Who?" Brenden had been successful -- it was no longer a question of IF.
"I'll start with Tony," Brenden said, referring to his 21-yr old friend at the local university. "He's a bodybuilder too, so he'll know all kinds of people we can talk to about it," Brenden added as he went up the stairs.
"OK, just be careful. We don't know all of the effects yet," Rick called after him. Brenden pretended he was out of earshot and didn't respond. Who needed to know all the effects? The obvious one was great! In a minute, Brenden was in his car and on the cell phone dialing Tony.
"Hey Tony," Brenden said when the phone was answered.
"Hey Brenden, great timing!" Tony exclaimed. "I was just sitting here thinkin' about you. In fact, I've got seven inches of thinking about you right here in my hand."
Brenden laughed. Tony was great -- in college, more successful, richer, but also bigger and stronger -- at least until today. And, Tony was basically horny all the time, which fit well with Brenden's own raging hormones. "Just hang on," Brenden said. "I'm on my way over, with something you've got to see." Tony lived in a warehouse loft, which really meant his place was in one enormous room where he could make all the noise he wanted, any time he wanted. It was sparsely furnished, but it was also a lot of space.
As Brenden bounded up the back stair to Tony's place, he noticed his clothes weren't fitting on him right. They hadn't since his "growth spurt" an hour ago, but something had changed.