Chapter 2: Building Tension
Kit closed the door behind himself. Excitement thrumming through him as he looked to the vial of the serum. The solution to all his troubles. He took his shoes off and made his way to the couch.
Gingerly he uncorked the vial and poured the liquid onto his hand. It was thick and viscous, staining his skin. He swallowed hard, the taste of fear lingering on his tongue.
"Fuck," he muttered, taking a deep breath. He shut his eyes, the memories of the tormentors he'd once known flashing through his mind. They'd taunted him and pushed him around. Now, he was going to get his revenge. And he wasn't going to do it alone.
He lifted the glass to his lips.
The cold liquid burned like fire down his throat, and his heart pounded in his chest. The warmth spread through Kit’s body. Kit moaned as he started to feel himself grow. It started with his height, he watched in wonder as his legs grew longer.
His jeans became tights, then tightened further until they split at the seams. His t-shirt pulled over his head, leaving his hairy chest bare, and his arms swelled outwards. Kit could hear the sound of his bones popping and stretching. He felt his balls tighten and the shaft of his cock swell. His whole body ached, but there was no pain, only pleasure.
He opened his eyes and stared at the reflection in the mirror. His face had changed too. His nose was bigger, his jaw wider and his cheekbones higher.
His eyes were now a deep blue, filled with an intensity that seemed to pierce right through you. Kit flexed his fingers, and his biceps bulged. He could feel every muscle in his body, growing stronger, harder. He ran his hands over his new form, feeling the smooth fur covering his skin. He flexed again, watching his muscles ripple beneath his skin. He was a god; powerful, beautiful, invincible.
Kit stood up, testing his new height. He reached up, touching the ceiling.
He grinned before his cock began asking for attention. Kit lowered his hand to start stroking it, realizing he needed both to wrap around his thick shaft. Kit groaned, fuck it felt so good. He imagined how much better it would feel if it were Rachel while Dylan watched.
He knew she'd be surprised by his sudden growth and size, her eyes widening as she saw the sheer mass of him. He could almost see it now, her soft gasp as she gazed upon his enormous frame; her lips parting slightly, revealing a hint of shock underneath her luscious red lipstick. She'd never seen anything quite like him before.
She approached him cautiously, her eyes darting between his massive biceps and chiseled abs. Her gaze traveled lower, landing on his impressive erection.
Her mouth fell open slightly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously. Kit couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. He'd always admired Rachel's beauty, but now, he found himself utterly captivated by her stunning form. Her slender curves, long dark hair, and sparkling emerald eyes were simply irresistible. Kit wanted nothing more than to have her beneath him, screaming his name.
"Come here, Rachel," he said softly, extending one giant hand out to her.
She hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by his transformed appearance. But then, curiosity got the best of her, and she tentatively stepped towards him. Kit watched her approach, admiring the sway of her hips and the enticing scent of her perfume.
Rachel stopped just short of reaching his hand and looked up at him, her green eyes wide with surprise. "What happened to you?" she asked, unable to contain her astonishment. Kit smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "A little something I cooked up," he replied slyly.
"I thought you might enjoy the show."
Rachel's eyes flashed with excitement. "Oh, really?" she purred, running her fingers up Kit's arm. "What kind of show?"
"Well, you see," Kit drawled, looking down at Rachel suggestively, "I can make things happen. Things you wouldn't believe."
"Oh, really?" Rachel repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like making you cum without even touching you," Kit declared confidently.
He allowed his gaze to trail down her body, stopping at her erect nipples. He noticed that she was wearing a black lace bra underneath her shirt.
"I bet you're wondering if I can handle this, aren't you?" Rachel whispered seductively, pressing herself against him. Their bodies touched, and Kit felt the heat radiating from her. He could smell her arousal now, her scent intoxicating him.
"Oh, I know I can," he assured her huskily.
He reached out and cupped her breast gently, squeezing it firmly. Rachel moaned softly, her eyes locked on his as her nipple hardened beneath his touch. Kit felt a wave of lust wash over him, and he knew he wanted Rachel more than ever.
"Now, take off your clothes," he commanded her. Rachel hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him uncertainly. However, when she noticed the hunger burning in his eyes, she quickly complied. Slowly stripping away her clothing, she revealed her naked body to him.
Her breasts were full and round, her nipples erect and inviting. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. Kit couldn't help but admire her figure—she was absolutely breathtaking.
As she finished undressing, Rachel walked back towards him, her movements sensual and confident. Her eyes held a mischievous glint, and her smile was sultry and seductive.
"I guess we'll find out soon enough, won't we?"
Kit nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yes, we will. Now, lie down on the bed."
Rachel did as she was told, her movements graceful and deliberate. As she stretched out on the mattress, she couldn't resist giving him a teasing grin. "Show me what you've got, big boy."
He moved closer to her, his large, muscular body looming over hers. His dick throbbed, swollen and hard, standing tall and proud.
He reached down and grasped it, feeling it pulse in his hand. Rachel stared intensely at him, her breath quickening. She was excited, hungry for what was coming.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
She nodded, arching up against him. "More than ready."
He climbed onto the bed, straddling her. His knees pressed against either side of her waist, his cock resting directly between her thighs. She trembled beneath him, her pussy already slick with desire.