Dark Web Acquisitions

"In theory, I should have a pretty good life," 19-year-old Matthew Carter thought to himself. First of all, he was a college sophomore with A+ grades. Furthermore, his loving parents had high paying jobs, and gladly paid for his fees and rent. Finally, the two people he shared an apartment with were plainly drop-dead gorgeous.

Jennifer Wilson, at this moment on his right, was busy placing yesterday's dishes in the machine. The beautiful 23-year-old brunette was a biology major, and she had clearly gotten the biology just right. A competitive dancer from a young age, her ass and thighs had been sculpted into perfection over the years. Yet despite all the exercise, the gods, in their great generousity to man, had gifted her an ample bosom. About 5'8 tall, the young woman had brown eyes, full lips and high cheekbones, as well as a sprinkle of freckles over her nose that almost drove Matt crazy.

On his left hand, 22-year-old Danielle Stevens was leaning over the kitchen table, deeply focused on a thick psychology textbook. The yin to Jenni's yang, Dani was a voluptous blonde with a big, round ass, and tits that threatened to burst through her top. Mixed with a smile that could melt stone, she was a total knockout. The 5'6 blonde mainly kept in shape by yoga and running. At one occasion, Dani had invited Matt along for a run, and the result had been humiliating for him. So that had been the end of that.

Matt had moved into the modern, three-bedroom apartment just five months earlier. Jennifer's old roommates had both graduated and moved out. Danielle, Jenni's best friend from college, had moved in immediately, but with the rent being quite high, they had struggled to find a third student who could afford their share for a room.

Matt's big sister knew Jennifer from high school, and suggested her brother as a short term solution. After some thinking, Jenni accepted it. He got the smallest room, of course, but it was still a decent upgrade from the cramped campus dorm room.

Now, however, he was disillusioned. A pale and skinny computer science student, he was never particularly good with the ladies. To have two beautiful chicks so close, yet so far away, was pretty much torture for him. It didn't exactly help that the two had quickly grown comfortable around him, and now carelessly walked around in skimpy clothes or towels ("you don't mind, do you?" wink). They teased him. Sometimes he came home to find them watching Netflix with nothing but shorts and bras. He had to fight his instinct to stare. Torture.

The weekends made it even worse. When Jenni & Dani arranged parties, he had to act like he cared about people. When the guests messed up his equalizer settings, or flirted with the girls, he raged inside. When Dani and Jenni brought company home from the club, and he was forced to listen to their muffled moans while he reluctantly jerked off. The awkward hellos the next morning, when the girls had breakfast with the lucky guys. He grimaced.

"What's the matter, Matt? Looks like somebody killed your cat!" Jenni said as she closed the dishwasher door. He shrugged.

"It's nothing, just an algorithm I can't get right for my project," he replied and got up, quickly retiring to his bedroom.

He lazily browsed Reddit until he heard the front door slam shut for the second time, accompanied by a distant "bye".

Finally! It was time to test the potion.

Jon Snow followed him back out into the kitchen. The black cat meowed, expecting food as usual, but Matt ignored the bastard and placed all the ingredients on the counter. Plain vinegar, moldy blue cheese, sodium bicarbonate, a month old carrot... the list went on, one strange ingredient after another. He shredded the cheese and carrot, and mixed everything together. A pungent steam rose from the casserole when he heated the mixture to a boil. He strained it into a bowl and added all of the white powder he had ordered from China. "Epigenetic stimulator", it said on the label. It had cost him his most valuable comic book collection, but if it worked as advertised, it would be worth it. He mixed it well, and let the brownish fluid cool down. Jon Snow meowed again, and Matt finally gave him some cat food. The bastard ate greedily.

Matt looked at the mix. Just one spoonful, the recipe said. Matt never broke rules in algorithms, yet he was determined to make this potion work. He was done being a loser. With a big gulp, he drank the whole bowl.

He had never tasted something so revolting before, and that included Jenni's "amazing" kale and broccoli smoothie. Retching and coughing, he was sure he'd have to throw up. He ran to the bathroom, but it didn't happen. He stood there, on his knees in front of the toilet for half an hour before the urge to vomit went away.

Matt dizzily dragged himself to his bedroom. This was a huge mistake, he thought. Damn darkweb. It was nothing but trolls and liars, and he had been easy to fool.

"Argh, why am I so warm?" he thought.

He dropped his clothes on the floor and threw himself on the bed, feeling drunk as fuck. Jon Snow meowed angrily as Matt's shirt landed on top of him.

Matt woke up shivering, a great thundering in his head and awful aches in his limbs. It was dark outside, so he estimated he'd been sleeping for at least twelve hours, if not 36... His stomach screamed for food, while his bladder begged for relief. He laid there for what felt like an hour, gathering strength to get up. Eventually he rolled himself out of bed, collapsing on the floor like a drunk teen. With all his will, he managed to rise to his feet and stay up. On stilty legs, he wobbled into the bathroom.

He peed for an eternity, before heading to the kitchen to lay siege to the fridge. Not wanting to wake everyone up, he reluctantly stuck to the cold food, but yesterday's leftover pizza, Danni's tall stack of low-carb pancakes, and a whole salami perished in his assault. His thirst was quenched by an entire jug of milk. Darkness shrouded him again quickly as soon as he was under the covers.

The soft morning light brought him gently back to life. Though he was starving again, the headache was gone. Other than that, he just felt like he'd been in a fistfight at the finish line of a marathon. Throughout his body, his muscles were aching with the soreness that could only come from hard work. Yet... he felt a great urge to go to the gym. Perhaps a good warm up and some exercise would help...? He got out of bed, and put on his old gym shorts and a nerdy tee.

"Oh, you're still alive?" Dani teased when he emerged from his cave. She was relaxing on the couch, slowly stroking Jon Snow's belly while the cat purred happily. It had to be Saturday.

"Can't talk, must... gym," Matt replied and grabbed a sandwich on the way out.

"Oookey...?" Danni replied as the door closed, the blonde bombshell perplexed by his sudden interest in corporeal exercise. She didn't even know he had a membership at the local gym. Good for him, she thought. Jon Snow meowed, and she went back to petting her second favorite kitty.

As if possessed, Matt worked out for over three hours, lifting heavier weights than he'd ever touched, and biking faster than he had ever managed. The urge to exercise was incredible, and the more he lifted or pedaled, the better he felt. Afterwards, in the shower at home, he noticed that the soreness had been replaced by a soft tingle throughout his body. It was almost as if he could see himself growing muscle. Had he known it felt this good to workout, he would have started a lot sooner!

When this repeated itself for the third day, he realized that the potion had to have worked after all. Not as intended, though. It was supposed to to enhance muscle growth and "masculinity", but this... he figured that the dosage had warped the effects in a strange way. Each morning he had felt better than before, yet the urge to exercise and the immense hunger had been present. The effects had been extreme. He suddenly had visible abs, biceps, pecs... No large muscles, but definitely a big change in just three days.

There was another surprising change as well. He had measured several times, and it was clearly not just he imagined. As a young man, Matt knew precisely how small his dick was: 3.9 inches long, and 2.8 inches around at the middle, no thicker than his thumb. Now, as he measured, the tape measure went further: His erection was more than a full inch longer and his girth almost 4 inches. It was still nothing to brag about, but he couldn't help but smile. If this magical powder gave him a normal dick, he would give it the full five stars for sure.

...

Three weeks later, he was standing in front of the mirror again. He was finally starting to wake up without the insane urge to work out, and his appetite had gradually relaxed down to normal levels. It appeared that the transformation was permanent, however. He almost couldn't believe his reflection. In just 22 days, he had gone from a skinny, pale computer nerd with zits to a muscular, strong man with smooth skin. He'd even grown half a foot taller, to a nice 6'4! He felt amazing. Everything he did now was easy, and hardly ever got tired anymore. Even coding was easier, since he no longer struggled with his concentration.

He had been worried about people questioning his rapid changes, so he'd tried to minimize the visible effects by wearing baggy clothes and keeping a bad posture. He'd had to buy new pants twice over the last couple of weeks because they got too tight. Nevertheless, it seemed like people in general, and the girls he lived with in particular, tried to rationalize the changes by themselves, attributing his gains to the intense exercise regime. They were quickly forgetting just how weak and underdeveloped his body had actually been. Maybe the gradual change made it easier to accept. The human brain was strange.

He wondered how people would have rationalized the other growth, had they known about it. His dick was now hanging low, much larger limp than it used to be hard. He swayed his hips from side to side, and the thick appendage swung heavily back and forth like an elephant's trunk. He grinned and brought up Facebook on his phone. Clicking through Jenni and Dani's "Spring break in Cancun" album, he began to stroke his shaft. Blood started rushing into his corpus cavernosa, making him rock hard in seconds, and he brought out his measuring tape again. He remembered the numbers so well: 3.9" and 2.8". Fully erect, his cock was now precisely 8.4 inches long and 6.6 inches around! His balls hung heavily underneath, having grown proportionally. He slapped the rod against his hand like a baseball bat. It felt seriously massive, and that made him feel strangely powerful.

What's weird was that while the effects of the potion had been active, he hadn't even cared about sex at all. No masturbation. No ogling hot chicks at the gym. No nocturnal porn browsing. Just lifting and running. Gradually, as he got fitter, more and more girls smiled to him at the gym, on campus and even at home, but it was just noise to him. He didn't care.

Now, however, as the transformative effects receded, he grew hornier by the minute. Unfortunately, he knew only two girls who would satisfy his urges. He had been under the tree for so long; the ripe and delicious fruit just out of reach. Now the potion had given him the ladder he needed.

He had seen it in the way they had started looking at him. Previously oblivious to female signals, perhaps due to a lack of exposure, Matt had now started to pick up the signals when girls wanted him. Especially at home. Before he drank the magic potion, Jenni and Dani would tease him condescendingly, having safely placed him in the friend zone. Since last week, both girls had begun to act differently. The friend zone boundaries were beginning to get fuzzy. Teases became flirts. Jenni had suddenly started touching his arm casually when they were talking. Dani had started to cook for him. Jenni wore makeup at home more often. Dani sent him funny, slightly naughty snaps. Jenni gave him back rubs when he was coding.

The problem for Matt was that he was still inexperienced. Although surprisingly not a virgin, he hadn't dated anyone since early high school, so he didn't have the skill set to pick up anyone, let alone a hot babe. Thus, over the next days, he dug deep on the web to learn strategies and tricks. It disappointed him. Forum posts, YouTube videos, pdfs, books... It didn't matter where he looked. They were all full of misogynistic PUA nerds who seemed to hate women. The naive advice from women who tried to help were no more help.

Disillusioned, he continued to work out, though now it only seemed to keep him busy. No more absurd gains, but it felt good, and he figured it would look weird if he were to stop exercising out of the blue.

Later that week, he was preparing for an early morning gym session when Dani came up to him. The blonde was showing off her body in painted-on running tights and a sports bra that would have to work overtime to keep things in place.

"Hi, Matt! How about you skip the gym and join me for a run instead? It's so boring to run alone, and I'm sure you can keep up this time!" she said, smiling playfully.

Matt recalled the only other time he'd tried to go running with her, and especially the awful humiliation of having to walk back home to his inhaler, wheezing for air. It was time to change the impression.

In old days, he would have become beetroot red and turned away, but now he held her gaze and smiled.

"Sure, I can lift tonight, instead," he said.

"Great!" she grinned, her eyes full of playfulness, and continued, "let me just fetch my race shoes from the closet!"

"Uh-oh! I'm in so much trouble," he called back as he went to his room to change. He put on his running shorts and the best shoes, but feared that this would hurt either way.

They took her VW convertible to the lake, a quiet forest area with a gravel path around it, surrounded by dense foliage. It was just 7.15 am, so they were all alone in the parking lot. The sun was rising and it looked like it would be a beautiful day.

Danielle was a surprisingly good runner, despite the disadvantages of her voluptuous body. He couldn't help but stare at her full, round ass when she led the way on the trail. The compression tights really made a good job showing it off; compressing, yet allowing the curves to show.

They begun slowly, then picked up the pace in quiet agreement after about ten minutes. By the half hour mark they were both quite sweaty, but Matt found he could still keep a conversation.

"Another round?" he asked, as they passed the car park.

"If you can handle it," she replied, but quickly continued, "but it looks like you can."

"You bet!" he replied and she smiled.

"I'm impressed. You really got into shape this spring."

He grinned and picked up the pace, making her fight to catch up.

"Oh yeah? You like playing games?" she grinned, but only kept his pace next to him.

In the corner of his eye he saw her big tits bounce up and down, barely contained by the sports bra, and he felt his dick stiffening slightly in his shorts.

Soon they were on the other side of the lake again, but this time Dani led him away from the gravel road, onto a small path that led to up a hill.

"Race you to the top! Blowjob if you win!" she yelled and took off.

Perplexed by the sudden challenge and the unexpected reward, Matt slowed almost to a halt. He watched as the gorgeous blonde accelerated, disappearing behind the curve.

"What the hell am I standing here for," he thought, "this is the moment I've been waiting for!"

He picked up the pace again, sprinting as if a lion was on his tail. Soon he could see her ass again, far ahead. As the trail got steeper, he reaped the rewards of his quads and glutes growth. He began to catch up on her, slowly but steadily shortening the distance. He hoped the hill was taller than it looked. It wasn't. As he got higher, the trees got sparser. In the distance he saw a grassy field, and in the middle, a trigonometric mark that marked the top. Dani turned around, suddenly realizing he was just a few seconds behind, and took out her last strength to fight him off. Fortunately for Matt, he was even faster. In a final dash for glory, he sprinted past her and put his hand first on the trig point.

"Yes!" he said, gasping for air.

"No fucking way! Seriously?" Dani said, panting, trying to catch her breath. "I thought I had you, for sure." Matt, gasping for air, tried to smile.

Dani started stretching, and he decided to follow her example. It was painful, but good. After a few minutes, he caught her eye and held it. He hesitated, then went for it.

"So... I think we made a bet?"

Dani laughed... then looked at him as if trying to see if he was serious. He was.

"Oh well, a bet's a bet, I guess," she said, and approached him.

The 5'6 tall, voluptuous blonde gave him a wicked smile, put two hands on his chest and felt his pecs.

"Mmm, you've gotten so strong, Matt," she said seductively, and leaned in to kiss him. He was all too eager to accept. Their lips met in a soft kiss, and it was enough to send sparks throughout Matt's body. He couldn't believe it. She pushed her tongue in playfully and found his, twirling around. She let her hand slide down to the front of his shorts, where his cock was pitching a tent, fast. The gasp she made when her hand found his bulge was real, and his deep groan likewise.

"Now, Matt, have you been hiding something from Danielle all this time?" she giggled, letting her hand slide over his bulge.

"Ooh... Oh!" she gasped as her hand continued to run down the length of his now fully hard cock.

"Matt!" she said, surprised, but excited. He only grinned, and reached around to squeeze her ass. It felt so soft, yet so firm.

Her experienced hands untied his shorts while she kissed him again. His cock was raging, desperate to get out of its containment. Luckily, Dani dropped to her knees on the soft grass, then pulled the shorts and boxers down in a rapid movement. His cock sprung out, almost hitting her in the face.

"Oh my God!" Dani blurted out. "You're huge!"

Matt's brand new 8.4 inch rod stood proudly erect, slightly angled up, veiny and pulsing. She cautiously put her hand around the shaft, at least as much as she could. Matt sighed. This was the first time in four, maybe five years that a girl touched erection. Although this was different experience, one of awe, not disappointment. Danielle stroked him slowly from base to tip as she inspected his big dick from all angles.

"Jeez, Matt," she said and smiled wickedly, "you have a really beautiful cock."

She feigned submission: "Can I please suck it?" she begged, looking him straight in the eye with a hungry look. Oh, she was good!

"Please let me suck your big, fat cock, Matt! I'll be good, I promise!" she continued.

"I don't know..." Matt replied, although he hadn't been more sure of anything in his 19-year-long life.

"Please," the 22-year-old blonde babe repeated, biting her lower lip while she stared at him.

"You can cum on my boobies if you want!" she added, reaching back to unclasp her sports bra.

She put one hand across her large breasts, holding the bra in place as she pulled her arm through the string, then repeated it with the other arm. Then finally, looking up at him, grinning, she removed her bra.

If it had been physically possible, he would have gotten twice as hard. Her tits were simply spectacular. Big, soft and teardrop shaped, but not a hint of sag. Her areolas were just a tiny shade darker than the rest of her boobs, and the boobs themselves just slightly more pale than her tanned upper body.

He gazed hungrily as she cupped her tits in her hands, squeezing them and pushing them forward together.