Part 2
The next day, John woke up to find himself gazing at his new roommate fast asleep on his bed. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, until he remembered the previous day. He felt a slight wave of dread in his stomach. But in that moment, he was distracted by Jordan's naked body.
Jordan's bobbing, 8-inch erection was connected to his washboard abs by a string of fluid. He had one beefy arm propped above his head, tufts of hair on display. He had the biggest chest that John had ever seen in person, with the perfect waist to go with it.
John found the jock fascinating to look at. His own 5-inch dick was fully hard just admiring the other man's physique, and his rising and falling chest.
"Ugh, gross," he thought to himself, "don't be a creeper." He rolled over in his bed so he was facing the wall. What was that guy's problem, anyway? Going to bed like that, there's no way John wasn't going to see him.
Unless that was his plan the whole time.
Maybe he likes being watched.
Maybe that's why he shows up to a doctor's appointment in a stringer tank top.
John sighed, and climbed out of bed, trying not to look at the jock. He rummaged through his possessions as quietly as he could until he found a towel and some clothes. Then, he snuck his way to the en suite bathroom, trying not to wake his roommate.
The bathroom was quite roomy. Not only that, John found there was even a sauna attached to it. There was a sign on the door to the steam room with some health warnings. Apparently, it was normally used to treat muscular problems like persistent muscle fatigue. Maybe he could persuade the doctors to let him use it at some point. For now, though, John was happy with just a shower.
With a sigh of relief, he stepped under the warm water flow. He took his time. He'd been thinking over the doctor's offer last night, but honestly it didn't seem like much of a choice - it was an offer he couldn't refuse. That means he was stuck with his new roommate, maybe for a few weeks. He would need to get to know him at some point. What if they didn't get along? His roommate's confidence and self-assuredness was hard for John to understand. But he couldn't deny, it made his dick hard.
Jordan was woken up by the sound of his roommate rooting through boxes. He decided to pretend to be asleep. He noticed John trying to sneak past him while stealing glances at him. Jordan couldn't help but grin. The kid wanted his body, it was obvious.
His morning hardon glistened with pre-fuck. He had only cum 8 hours ago but it felt like it had been weeks. He'd been noticeably hornier lately, but what Dr. Ben had told him had fired him up even more. The idea that maybe he could become MORE powerful and muscular was, he had to admit, a huge turn on.
And, although he wasn't totally happy about it, he would rather be sharing a room with a gay twink than growing his body by himself. God, he hoped John was a cocksucker as well as a muscle admirer. Fuck, his body would provide the perfect contrast to his chiselled perfection... and make him feel even bigger and stronger and more masculine...
Jordan was stroking his cock while listening to the shower starting.
"Boy, that guy was small. He looks like a kid next to me." The thought made him horny. He wanted to measure John and compare stats. Is it weird that it turned him on? Did it matter? He needed to get off so much these days, any fuel was welcome. He started to lazily jerk his cock. Thoughts about his roommate filled his head as he did.
He would love to be able to overhead press his roommate, flex their muscles against each other, pull out the measuring tape... maybe he could talk the kid into some kind of massage... fuck, maybe they could compare dick size, and...
"Ah, SHIT!!"
He'd got carried away feeling himself up and thinking about his new roommate, that he blew a huge load all over his body. His dick kept firing load after load, all over his chest and stomach. Panting and grunting the whole time, it must have shot 7 or 8 times.
Trying to catch his breath, he looked down over his ripped torso, now dripping with spunk. He needed to use that shower badly. Fortunately, he couldn't hear the shower running any more. Glancing at the door, he saw John standing there in nothing but a towel, red-faced.
"Oh... hey buddy. Shower free?" He asked with a grin, jumping up onto his feet, sauntering over to the kid. Dang, he really was tiny. "I made a big mess, excuse me while I freshen up a little." He cockily wandered past the speechless John with his half-hard prick still drooling onto his beefy legs.
The doctor and his team were looking over the first body scan results. The boys had been well behaved. The scanning pods involved immersing their bodies in fluid for half an hour or so. It was relaxing, like a jacuzzi.
"The scans are what I expected based on the symptoms. For John, it seems like the infection is struggling to take hold. Probably, there was insufficient muscle mass to begin with. Now that the body's defence mechanisms have kicked in, it's hard for the virus to infect more than 10-20% of the available tissue.
"Jordan, on the other hand, is fully saturated with the virus. You can see the tissue itself is denser than we would normally expect. We will need to run some strength tests in the gym this afternoon to gather more data on this.
"Blood testosterone results are within expectations. John - 105 ng, Jordan - 1585 ng.
"Viral presence in the endocrine system is still relatively constrained, so Jordan's numbers are likely to go higher as the virus progresses. However, the testosterone levels alone don't account for Jordan's growth. Even people taking synthetic testosterone don't pack on mass like he does. So, there must be other mechanisms that are further stimulating muscle growth. We should keep an eye out for this in future tests.
"John's testosterone levels can't get much lower, so I would expect them to remain fairly stable.
"Let's take some strength measurements next. I want to see how much strength John has been able to preserve. I'm also interested to know how effectively Jordan can operate his expanding muscles."
John was panting with exhaustion from the workout they were putting him through. This was tougher than the workouts he had been used to - a mixture of high intensity and volume. Jordan was on a bench, watching, looking bemused.
"John, your strength is actually excellent considering the state of your immune system. I've never seen anyone in your condition capable of lifting these numbers. We'll do our best to preserve as much as your strength as we can."
John beamed. "... really?" was all he could muster in his exhaustion.
"The runt is stronger than he looks!" Jordan said with a grin.
"We don't want to overdo it," the researcher said. "We'll call it here, and we'll do another session in a couple of days. Jordan, you're up."
"Finally!"
Rather than go straight to the showers, John decided to stick around for a bit. He got the feeling that Jordan wouldn't mind an audience.
"Yesterday, we took some general measurements, but today let's start with some strength measurements. Let's warm up on bench press..."
They started with 1 plate - 135 lbs total. It was pretty close to John's 1-rep max. Jordan, of course, made it look effortless.
"I can barely feel it, doc," Jordan said as he pumped out a dozen reps.
"Alright, stay there. Let's try 2 plates."
Jordan pumped out another dozen reps. "Bit of a pump now, doc, but it's no sweat."
Slowly, they worked their way up to 3 plates. "Jordan, you said the best you'd ever benched was 330 lbs? You're now benching comfortably over 300lbs."
"Ohh, ffuck yeah..." Jordan murmured, seemingly only half in the moment as he grinded out 5 reps. His face and body was damp with sweat. John was watching in quiet awe as the research assistant continued loading more weight.
Jordan finally topped out with a 1-rep max of 405 lbs. He cried out a roar of primal fury as he pushed the bar through the air. John was in shock. John could deadlift 150lbs less than Jordan could bench.
"Not bad, Jordan, but you can probably do better. With training, we can probably add another 50lbs as your neural systems adapt to the rapid muscle growth. And you'll start to see your weight increase as we up your calorie intake. That should quickly carry over into strength gains."
"Huff.. come on, doc... we can go heavier... hit me with all you got..."
"I've seen enough, Jordan. The worst thing we can do is injure you. What you need now is rest and recovery."
"Geez... if you say so..." Jordan rolled his hulking frame off the bench. He glanced at John. "You still here, squirt?" John blushed, barely able to make eye contact with the sweaty behemoth. "We should freshen up, don'tcha think?"
As he stepped into the communal shower, Jordan could hear John washing himself in one of the private cubicles.
"Yo, John, are you in there?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you give me a hand with something?"
John turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the cubicle to see Jordan in all his naked glory. The shower area had cubicles, but also a shared shower area, where Jordan looked like he was about to wash himself. Only the two of them were in there.
"Bro, since I started hulking out, it's hard for me to reach the middle of my back. They don't have any brushes or anything. Can you reach back there and soap it up for me?"
"Uh, sure thing, buddy," John said, a little apprehensively. He soaped up both his hands as Jordan turned to face away from him. Even relaxed, Jordan's back was wide and intimidating. Jordan carefully rubbed the thick muscular centre of the back, then rand his hands up along the jock's wide lats.
Jordan sighed as he was rubbed down. John's small hands were surprisingly smooth for someone who lifts weights. They reminded him of a girl he met who gave massages. Man, he could use a massage from time to time... he felt his dick twitch from the thought.
"All done, man," said John. Jordan turned around and John found himself face-to-face with Jordan's thick eight-pack.
"Nice job, bro, cheers. I owe you one. Hey, am I going crazy, or do my pecs look bigger to you?"
John gazed up at the fat slabs of muscle protruding above his face. "Your pecs look amazing," was all he could say.
"No, I mean, did they grow already? Dude, I think I'm seeing things, haha. I'm pretty excited about all this," Jordan said with a smirk.
His cock bobbed at half mast, brushing against John's torso, almost like it was nudging for attention. "Sorry about that, little dude. My dick has a mind of its own. I've been horny for weeks now. I thought that the gym would help, but honestly, it just made it worse. The doc told me I shouldn't ignore it, he said it might be important for growing, or something. But it needs attention, like, two or three times a day. Hope you don't mind if I jerk off in our room."
Jordan's fat cock was fully hard and leaking now. "Hey, little man. You know, you can go ahead and touch it, if you want..."
John swallowed. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
He cautiously wrapped his hands around Jordan's cock. Jordan let out a deep growl as John ran his hands up and down, appreciatively. Of course, he had large, low-hanging balls to complement his large endowment. John's own 5-inch cock was rock hard already under his towel.
John kept moving his hands up and down, marvelling at the firmness and thickness of the length. Jordan was uncircumcised and the extra skin made his dick look even longer. John felt a pang of inadequacy at the thought of his own, circumcised cock.
"That feels really good, dude... how about I take over and you can play with my nuts?" Jordan's cocky grin never left his face.
John wrapped one hand around those bull balls. He couldn't get over how much bigger Jordan was. Bigger in every way.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Oh fuck. Pull down on my balls, dude." Jordan started jerking himself faster. "Pull down harder, god damn it... fuck... FUCK!"
Jordan's cock sprayed seed all over John's chest and face. Jordan had to choke back laughter at the smaller man's shocked expression as he got a surprise bukkake.
"S-sorry, buddy, I'm not good at controlling myself yet. I'm just, so horny all the time. Hey, why don't you go clean up, and I'll meet you back at the room?"
"S-sure thing Jordan... I'll see you later..."
"Oh, absolutely, little guy. Once I've had some time to rest and recharge, we can have some more fun."