This choice: Marcus volunteers for a strange drug trial! • Go Back...Chapter #4Pretty Big Marcus by: oldshep   Marcus cursed underneath his breath. Sometimes he hated being born this way. He was lean, he was mean - okay maybe not mean, but he was lean. Too lean to be like the bigger guys, like Fang or David. Shit, sometimes he found himself staring at their butts after practice, a little bit in admiration, a little bit in lust, but a whole lot in jealousy. Today, he almost got caught by David. Thank God, the dragon was as thick as a brick.
David had said, "Hey, sup bud. You can use the shower in a sec, I'm almost done." That was a complete embarrassment. The kangaroo have never been so ashamed in his life. What if David had seen more? No one could ever know on the team, after what had happened to last guy that came out? Fang and the guys had a field day with him.
But it wasn't just Fang and the team. Last year, Marcus barely missed the mark for the Provost list. He wasn't naturally smart, he worked damned hard to get the marks. 'There goes my 4.0,' he had thought to himself. Everyone expected him to perform, he himself was no exception. His mom and dad told him it was okay, they were more than proud of him for excelling. But, why couldn't anyone else see his accomplishments?
Sure life wasn't looking to great for the over-achieving self-critical unappreciated roo, but he was going to fix it. The year had started rough for him, he screwed up a kick at the homecoming match, almost costing them a home game. Coach and Fang chewed his ass out for it, forcing him into more and more practice times. And that screwed with his studying. Someone lied when they said, 'oh, it get's easier after first year.'
"My arse," the kangaroo said out loud, kicking a pebble.
And that's why he was here. He wasn't going home, he was heading to the Medicine Science Building on campus. There was an ad for a drug trial. He had heard that it was supposed to boost concentration. He was nervous; he'd been clean his whole life - if he did this, would coach know? What would his parents think? But he needed it, he was falling behind on homework already.
As he approached the steps, he looked up, admiring the architecture. He identified the building as part of the brutalist movement; commanding, stark, towering and honestly quite ugly. He didn't notice someone coming out of the door, the glass smacking into his jaw.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," came a feminine, but deep voice. Marcus stopped reeling from the pain in his mouth to see a giant t-rex girl standing in front of him - or perhaps, over him would be more proper - a worried expression on her face.
"Hey, no probs," he said, assuring her with a dorky grin. Marcus was no wallflower, he knew how to court a lady. "Hey, Alli right?"
The dinosaur nodded and stood perplexed, a little flustered by the cute guy in front of her, before realization hit her. "Hey, you're Marcus, or something?"
Something gave the kangaroo the fuzzies. Someone outside the team knew his name? Somehow that made this big girl sort of more attractive than she already was. "Yeah, long time no see. How've you been?"
"Good!" Allison replied. "I'm working with Abby! Oh uh, Dr. Dresden, you know, the organic chem prof? She has me come down here to run NMR on her samples. Ugh, why can't they buy one for the chem building... Oh, sorry, I'm ranting, it's just, I mean you're doing research for a prof too, right? I don't get to meet many people I know working here." The dinosaur was looking at her feet.
"Uh, sorry Alli, I would, but, football has me tied down," he replied softly, dreading if she'd probe further.
His worst nightmare came true. "So, why are you here, then?"
"Um, a drug trial," he replied. The kangaroo chuckled nervously, then cleared his throat. "Um, sorry." Still, the girl looked away in embarrassment of asking too much. Marcus thought they'd make a good couple; a down to earth kind of girl, a down to earth - when he wasn't dreaming of illusions of grandeur - kind of guy. If only he had the confidence to ask her out... After all, who wants to date a nobody like him? Sure he made lots of friends, but he never took it further with anyone.
"So um... see you," Alli said shyly. "You'll be at that awards banquet right, the one with the dean this Friday? I saw your name on a lot of the awards listed, you and this guy I know, Ryan, you guys swept up everything, congratulations. I got one in chem, so I guess if you're going... I, um..."
Marcus was visibly blushing. Someone noticed him? "Uh, thanks. I mean, I guess... yeah, uh..." The two of them looked like two fish out of water.
The two parted ways, not even trying to remedy the situation, both too embarrassed to speak anymore.
The kangaroo made his way inside, trying to shake the awkwardness of the encounter. When he arrived at the makeshift clinic inside, they asked some mundane questions, asked for his history, checked some of his vitals.
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All this... for a pill? He looked down at the single pill he had gotten in a dixie cup. Really? What a waste of time, how was this supposed to get him through the week? He stormed into the restroom by the exit of the building. In spite, he took the little blue pill and flushed his mouth with tap water.
Marcus stood in front of the mirror, watching, waiting. He didn't feel any more attentive. He sighed, he knew it was too good to be true. The kangaroo turned the tap back on and splashed his face with water.
That's when an intense pain churned in the pit of his stomach. The kangaroo wanted to scream, but nothing seemed to come out. He wanted to crumple to the floor, but his body stayed rigid. What the hell did he just do to himself? He realized that he couldn't see anything anymore, his vision gone.
Marcus was in for a surprise. When his vision returned he stared at himself in the mirror. But that definitely wasn't him. What returned his gaze was the largest kangaroo he'd ever seen. The brute had to be at least eight and a half feet tall, so large that he had to stoop as he stood, too tall to fit in the low ceiling building. But it wasn't just tall, it was wide too; muscles filling the roo's frame to the brim, fabric ripped off in all directions. This guy made Fang look like a shrimp. And that package; Marcus salivated when he stared at the thick length jutting out of the guy's torn boxers and remnants of jeans, the two plump testicles held within clearly visible.
Marcus tried to get a better look, bringing his gaze down. Only for his chin to hit his pecs. That kangaroo was him. He was huge! He brought one massive arm and flexed it front of his face. It only made him harder, the length bumping past his navel squirting a large load of his thick pre. Man, he was such a stud.
As he explored himself, flexing and rubbing down his own massive body, he noticed the door behind him swing open.
"Holy fuck," he heard. The voice was familiar.
Marcus swung his titanic body around and grinned at the blue dragon. "Oh, David, so nice of you to stop by."
In an instant, the big blue drake was sucking on Marcus' monolith of a cock as the kangaroo face-fucked him.
"Ungh, yeah!" the studly kangaroo yelled. He was completely dominating this hunk. That's when the door opened again, a green t-rex girl's eyes opening wide.
"David? M-Marcus?"
"Yeah, Alli, baby. C'mere," the giant kangaroo commanded. At his beck and call, the girl was suckling over his enormous testicles as David continued to service his cock. It wasn't long before he dumped his godly load into the dragon. "Yeah, take it!" Marcus loved fucking his bitch's mouth. And he still had one more to go.
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Marcus felt terrible. As he came to, the visions he had seemed to be a nightmare. He had forced David and Allison to suck him off. He wasn't like that. What part of that situation was sexy in the least bit? Two people barging one right after the fucking other? Heck, the kangaroo barely masturbated as it is. And he was fucking disgusting too. Who wants to be that big?
That couldn't be what he wanted, right? But the wet stains in his jeans were an indicator that he may. This was so fucked up, he mused. The kangaroo was on the verge of tears when he heard his cell beeping. He groaned as he reached into his bag, pulling out his mobile, flipping it open and reading the message. The words turned his blood to ice.
Oh Marc. Did you enjoy your little fantasy? David Matthews and Allison Parker? Nice choices. Don't look now, but I think you're bigger.
Marcus looked down. He was still clothed, but he could tell, he was bigger. All over. Not huge, but bigger, the swell of his biceps filled his sleeves all that much more, his chest pushing further than before, his crotch all that much tighter. He continued to read.
Done yet? That's twenty pounds Marc. I know you want more. Just do what I say, and you'll be Big Marcus. Just remember, it won't work if you don't do exactly what I command you, pumpkin. You're playing my game now, bitch. -A
Marcus smacked his palatte and looked down. He should be spooked, shitting bricks that someone had watched him go through that. Hell, he should be shitting bricks knowing that someone was watching him at all! But, there was no denying it. He liked this... and he wanted more. He was hooked.
Maybe deciding to play along was a bad idea, Marcus just didn't realize how bad of an idea it was.
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