This choice: A pharmaceutical company asks Fang, to take part in an experimental drug trial • Go Back...Chapter #4A pharmaceutical company asks Fang, to take par... by: Dragonien   Fang is big. Very, very big. And that's exactly how he likes it. Ever since he was in middle school, he started to realize how much bigger he was than everyone else, and it only got worse when he hit puberty and exploded upwards even further in size, ending up one of the biggest wolves in history. Even though he was a foot taller than all of even the biggest Saurians and Dragons, even though he was ripped and muscular enough that he could go into professional bodybuilding if he tried, it just wasn't enough. He wanted to be bigger. He worked out almost obsessively almost every single night, He tried every supplement that he could get his hands on, and hell, he'd probably try steroids if he wasn't so proud of where 'else' he was big... downstairs
Today was yet another attempt in a long line of varying successful attempts to make himself even more massive.
David had been talking to Fang one day after a game, and they had been joking about David's shrimpy brother, Tyler when David mentioned the little runt talking about some new experimental growth hormone that they had been testing in the area recently. Fang did his best to play it cool, but he poked and prodded as much information out of David as he could, and then all but rushed home to start looking it up. Now he was on his way to the pharmaceutical company where they had developed the drug, to be one of its first trial patients. The preliminary tests, from what Fang had read about it, had apparently made Lab mice grow to almost a quarter their original height and double their previous muscle over the span of a few months! He'd gone to sleep that night to wet dreams of walking around town with the tallest people in town at best as tall as his crotch.
The building loomed massively over him and most of the surrounding neighborhood, situated on the edge of the city. If it wasn't for the large company logo sitting on the side of the building he might have thought it was just some old, abandoned warehouse. It looked rather run down and beaten up, as if it had been sitting there unattended for years. Following the directions he had gotten with the email from the company, he walked his way around to the side of the building where a small side entrance was hidden away next to a few parked vans. Fang couldn't help but grumble a bit as he pulled the door open and then had to not just duck down, but turn to the side to fit his towering, wide frame through the tiny door.
“Stupid tiny doors” He growled softly under his breath, and only once he had stood back up inside, ears brushing the ceiling, did his head turn and notice the petite, rather terrified looking rabbit sitting behind a reception desk. She couldn't be more than maybe 5'6 at best, and her body was thin enough that Fang's thighs were probably thicker than she was.
“E-e-er... a-are you Mister Nathaniel” She muttered nervously, then giving a quiet meep when his lips curled back and he let out a soft growl out of reflex. Fang hated his real name, and hated when anyone used it, first or last name. Though he quickly calmed himself down when he told himself she didn't know any better.
“Yea. Call me Fang though” He growled out in the deep, rumbling baritone of his voice, which seemed to only further unnerve the nervous receptionist. “Don't like people using my First or Last name”
“S-sorry sir... erm... yo-you're here about the drug trial r-right?” She stuttered out nervously, seeming to be ducking down a bit as if trying to hide behind her desk “J-just go down the hall to... er. To the left there, and go in the first door on the right” She murmured meekly, then quickly turning to start shuffling papers around to try to make herself look busy.
Fang simply gave a deep grunt of acknowledgment before he turned and started walking down the hallway as instructed, each loud “Thump” of his footsteps causing the receptionist to jump a bit in her seat. Upon trying to enter the room he, again had to duck down and turn to the side to fit through the, to him, tiny door. Inside he found himself in a small, somewhat generic looking examination room, like you might find in a tiny private physician office. He looked around a bit as if expecting someone to be there waiting for him, before grumbling a bit under his breath and walking over to sit down on the, to him, child sized examination table, which immediately groaned a bit under his weight. He hated waiting, and found himself idly scratching across the top of the padded 'table' with a clawtip, slowly tearing open some of the padding.
“Ahem..” A voice caught Fang's attention, his head snapping up to look at the slightly chubby looking tiger standing in the doorway, wearing a large white lab coat. “You must be Greggory” He murmured, to which a quickly replied growl of “Fang” corrected him. “Ah. Er, well then 'Fang', As they told you over the phone and in the e-mail, we're testing a new experimental growth hormone. Primarily we intend to use it for those with degenerative diseases that deteriorate muscle mass, but we needed some healthy test subjects as well, to gauge its effect on an already healthy and...” He paused briefly to clear his throat “Developed... physique. So how this will work, is we're going to give you an injection of the hormone, and then we want you to go about your daily activities just as normal, but we want you to come back in twice a week, to be weighed and examined so we can calculate your progress, alright? Assuming that your information was correct that you work out consistently, we project that you'll start seeing visible gains in as few as two days. We also request that you take Nightly self photos so that we have comparative pictorial details. Do you have any questions?” He droned on for what seemed like ten minutes, leaving Fang all but asleep by the time he was directly asked a question and snapped out of it.
“Er.. yea. Work out. Pictures. Twice a week. Got it” he growled out softly, obviously rather impatient and ready to get this over with. He didn't care about the stupid tests, he just wanted to get this over with and see if it worked. “Cmon doc, lets get this over with I got places to be.”
The tiger sighed and rubbed a paw across his forehead. He was too tired to deal with this. “Fine, Fine. Just roll up your sleeve” He murmured, as he reached into one of the drawer's against the wall and pulled out a large syringe from a padded drawer, raising it up and testing pushing at the stopper. A thick, almost silver-looking liquid squirted from the tip of it. If Fang were a weaker man, he might be intimidated, but if anything he simply seemed all the more pushy at getting this over wish. It was as if, even to himself, he had to prove how tough he was, fearlessly taking a needle that would make others cringe and wince. He rolled the sleeve of his T shirt up, though really it was more like tugging it up with how tightly it clung to his bicep, exposing the thick black fur covered meat to the doctor. Carefully the needle started pushing into Fang's arm, and he clenched his jaw slightly at the strange sensation of that thick payload of liquid pushing itself into his bloodstream.
“There we go, all done. Now, Just remember. Come back next Wednesday and Saturday, and take Nightly self pictures. If anything abnormal happens call us or come back immediately” The tiger lectured to the looming wolf, who hopped off the table with a dull THUD.
“Yea yea, got it doc. Laters” Fang growled out dismissively, ducking himself down and squeezing his way through the door and out of the building.
An hour later he was back at home, grinning widely at himself in the wall-length mirror covering one of his bedroom walls. His thick, meaty arm raised up to flex his massive bicep, as he leaned his head in to exaggeratedly lick over the swollen muscle “Oh fuck yea, You're a big mother fucker, aren't you Fang? He growled out loudly to himself, his other paw reaching down to rub over the massive bulge of his crotch straining the front of his deep crimson colored briefs, the only clothes that he wore. “God damn walking Tank” He added, as he gave his sheath a hard squeeze. He didn't want to get too into it with himself tonight, as he planned to get up early tomorrow and hit the gym all Saturday. That didn't stop him from a little self tease, before he did as that fatass of a tiger from earlier told him.
Once he was 'ready' he reached over to grab his digital camera, raising it up with one paw and grinning cockily into the mirror, half hard cock straining the front of his briefs obscenely. Perfect. The guy wanted pictures, right? Better give him his moneys worth. After a few side and back shots, he set the camera down, and then curled himself up in his re-enforced bed for the night... ready for what was to come tomorrow.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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