Placebo Effect - Part 2

[Proteus]

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Part 2

After spending the night consumed by dreams of more muscle, Jake woke up. He grinned to himself as he looked in the mirror, going through his morning ritual of posing until he was hard enough to jack-off. He rolled his boxers up to check out the definition at the top of his legs, then took the opportunity to grab his hefty package. He smirked even more. With his good looks, cut body, and large cock he could go into porn, his boyfriend, Jeff, had pointed out more than once before. Not that Jake would ever consider anything other bodybuilding as a long-term career. Soon, he thought, his morning flex was about to get a whole lot more impressive.

Late after a night of bartending, Jake returned home to find Jeff had stopped by and was waiting for him—or at least had tried to. His boyfriend had fallen asleep on the couch with infomercials droning on in the background. While he considered himself better looking (certainly more muscular, taller, and with a more impressive penis), he had to admit that Jeff looked pretty cute.

Gently, he woke Jeff up. He had a severe case of bed head with his black, wavy hair.

“Hey, babe,” Jake said, “enjoy your beauty sleep?”

“Only because I dreamt of you,” Jeff proclaimed in mock adoration.

Jake grinned. He loved Jeff’s ability to cheer him up with little, exaggerated comments like that.

“Are you going to tell how your super important study went?” Jeff asked.

“Well, it was a muscle growth drug, like I thought.”

Again, Jake smiled. He practically beamed, relishing the nature of the study. This was the sort of thing he had hoped for for years.

“And how much more do they think they can add to your perfect physique?”

“Without lifting, some of the guys in the first round of tests gained 30 pounds in a few months,” Jake explained. “So I’m hoping I can pack on at least… 50 pounds!”

Jeff was genuinely taken aback.

“Jake, you know you’re already in fantastic shape…”

“This is one of those ‘bodybuilder things’ that you don’t seem to understand. There’s no ‘too big’,” Jake said.

Jeff paused for a moment, staring at the TV, before saying, “I know this is a dream of yours—one that you’ve had for quite a long time. But, try to be realistic, too. Sometimes you can… well, you can get a little obsessed with size.”

Rather than continue arguing, Jake motioned for Jeff to come over to him. As soon as he did, Jake lifted off both of their shirts. Jeff was 5’10” with curly black hair on his chest and the bottom of his flat stomach. Jake was barely taller, but he enjoyed getting to look down slightly. If only he could grow taller, too, he wished. He pressed his smooth, hairless, sculpted body against his lover’s.



The first week of the study passed quickly enough. By the time Jake reported in to get weighed, measured, and photographed, he had put on one or two pounds of muscle. Nothing noticeable without a scale, but still something to be proud of. Again, he proudly flexed every muscle until he felt his blood pump them up—his rising blood pressure eventually leading to another erection he proudly displayed in the black speedo. He would check back in at the lab every two weeks from then on.

Week three was when Jake had made some real progress. To Jake’s pleasure, he weighed five pounds heavier (“Finally a heavyweight,” he bragged). The lab technicians recording his progress were all very enthralled—they even called Dr. Regaro in to get a look himself, but he seemed more confused than impressed. Jake’s boner probably did not help diffuse whatever tension the doctor was feeling.

By week five, Jake had gained a total of twenty pounds of pure muscle. His arms were noticeably thicker, his chest was meatier, his legs filled out his jeans tightly, and his abs popped a little more than they had before. At every workout he was motivated and energetic and every night his muscles throbbed—he could almost feel them growing after a particularly intense session. Despite claiming to have reservations, Jeff was quite taken by Jake’s growing form. They were more intimate than ever, and Jake felt more power in the bedroom, getting off on comparing their bodies, especially their cocks. God, he thought, mine is so much bigger. He came over so often that Jake was beginning to wonder if he should ask him to move in.

“Hey, how’s it going, doc? Like my progress?” Jake said jovially when Regaro was again called in to personally inspect Jake’s growth.

“Well, I certainly am… surprised,” the doctor said.

Jake took a break from doing a double bicep pose in front of the two-way mirror used to observe subjects in behavioral experiments. His penis deflated slightly as he approached Regaro to ask what was bothering him.

After a moment deliberating in his head, he admitted, “I need to tell you something. Something that will ruin the integrity of the study—make your findings worthless. But I think I have to do that—to invalidate your participation—because you have to know what’s happening here.”

Jake frowned. Would this mean the end of his incredible gains? Who was this doctor to deny him the growth he so craved? Over a technicality, no less.

“Just don’t tell me, then.”

“Jake,” Regaro looked him directly in the eyes, “You’re part of the control group. Your pill is a placebo.”

[mlbjock]

Nice; though somewhat expected. So the question is where does it go from here. And what's making Jake's cock grow?

[GTlifter]

I just don't know what to said every time you are blowing our minds. I know you can go two directions with this now. Since his results are invalid, he can either

1. Grow without the doctor's help because he knows he can do it

2. The doctor can see just how far he can go by using the real drug

I think I know which way you will go and which way I would love to see it go. I can't wait man

[nnnrg]

Interesting. So if he's responding so well to a placebo effect, what would happen with the real drug? (Yes, I am seconding GTlifter's predictions here.)