Potentialli Pt. 03

As had become my morning routine, I stood naked in the front of the mirror and studied myself. In just a few days, thanks to the miracle drug Potentialli, my body had transformed from a disgusting, overweight couch potato into a majestic Renaissance statue. I could have been the model of Michelangelo's David, if David also had a huge penis. Maybe I was being narcissistic, but I spent a few moments tracing the veins of my arms.

"It's a pretty magnificent body, Dan." My wife Sarah came into the bathroom and hugged me around the waist. Her head reached the middle of my chest, and she gently kissed my defined pecs. "Can you do that thing where you flex each muscle independently? Yeah, like that. So hot." She ran her hand down my stomach and traced the length of my penis. "I'm never going to get used to this monster."

She looked up at me, a sly grin on her fast, her eyes bloodshot and baggy. "You wore me out, mister. Six times. I'm calling in sick so I can sleep off the Dan flu."

"That sounds great. I've been working from home, but I need to go in today for a meeting. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to tell the folks at work."

"Tell them the truth. There was a story about Potentialli on Sixty Minutes this weekend. A bunch of Senators' wives suddenly look like bikini models. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She snorted. "You're suddenly the hottest guy in the city, and you're embarrassed. Typical Dan. Go to work. Let me sleep. Then come home and wake me up." She slapped me on my bare ass and went to bed.

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As usual, Sarah was absolutely right about work. Everyone was happy for me, if a mix of jealous and weird about it. All day long, people made up excuses to come by desk, and more than one person "accidentally" bumped into me in the hallway. An intern challenged me to a pull-up contest, but gave up after thirty. I later found out that HR had to crack down on a private chat speculating on the size of my dick. Apparently, some actor had been bragging about the effect of Potentialli on his manhood on TikTok. He was the new lead candidate to be the next Batman.

Around three, I asked my manager if I could go home to check on my wife, but really, I was just getting bored. I had finished all my work for both today and tomorrow. I didn't want to get too far ahead or it would make the rest of the team look bad. Though I had not heard from Sarah all day. I had texted her at lunchtime but not gotten a response.

"Sarah?" I called out when I got home. No answer. I went upstairs and found her still asleep. No fever, so I kissed her on the forehead and went downstairs to catch up on the new Assassin's Creed while listening to a couple of audiobooks.

I was making a soup out of yesterday's leftovers when I heard Sarah come down the stairs.

"Dan, what is this?"

I turned to look at her. She pointed at the legs of her pajamas. They were a couple inches too short.

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The next morning, Sarah had grown to five-eight. Unlike me, she hadn't lost any weight, but then, she had been in decent shape already. She was, however, leaning out a bit, with a slightly thinner waist. Her shoulders were also more defined, as if she had taken up rockclimbing. And almost all of her bras were too small.

We drove to the doctor's office as soon as it opened. Sarah had found a sports bra that was only a little tight, and a pair of capris that didn't look out of place. She walked in front of me through the office lobby, and her ass was looking really good.

"We need to see the doctor. Now." The receptionist looked frightened of me, and I realized that I must have looked pretty intimidating - a six-foot tall, heavily muscled guy who was clearly upset. I softened up and turned on the charm. "Please? It's my wife. We need to see him."

The doctor poked his head around the corner of the reception desk. "Dan? Is everything OK? Come back with me. I'll move some appointments around."

Once we were in his office, he insisted on giving me an examination. Or maybe he just wanted my shirt off? That seemed to be a more common occurrence now.

"This is simply incredible, Dan. I don't recall anyone reacting so strongly to Potentialli. You must have some very lucky genes."

Sarah interrupted him. "We're not here to talk about my porn star husband, doctor. It's about me. Yesterday, I was five-four. What's happening to me?"

"I'm afraid that Potentialli hasn't been studied that thoroughly. There's been no reports of human-to-human transmission, though. It's based on a viruses that can be transmitted sexually, however. Have you had sex since Dan started the medicine?"

We both blushed. "I was out of town until Tuesday, but yes, six times that night."

He had her step onto the scale and measured her height. Now she was five-nine--she'd grown an inch since we had left the house. "I will reach out to my colleagues who are researching Potentialli and ask if they have heard of anything like this. However, it seems like the virus has been passed on to you."

"What's going to happen?"

"It all depends on your genetic potential. You've already become taller, and your muscle tone has improved from what you tell me. Everything that we know about Potentialli, however, is that it has nothing but good effects. Look at Dan here. He's improved by every measure--taller, stronger, smarter, a better lover. My advice? Consider yourself lucky and enjoy your full potential."