RX-14

The room was a shade of white so white it was actively offensive to Mark’s eyes, making an already uncomfortable experience all the more uncomfortable. If he had not already signed several release forms guaranteeing both his participation and a significant payout if he successfully completed the treatment regimen, the black furred panther probably would have backed out., He’d been told over and over again that the drug had no recorded fatalities, to the degree that it made him nervous just what the drug did do if they felt the need to continually stress its safety.

Mark had heard lots of rumors, of course. Working for Thermodyne, you heard all sorts of stories, and often enough witnessed even stranger things that disbelieving co-workers would insist were ridiculous. He hadn’t been interested in signing up for the RX-14 trials, even when he’d heard the drug created a euphoria that was somehow non-addictive and life-changing. It didn’t seem worth the risk, and he couldn’t fathom why Thermodyne was developing a therapeutic hallucinogen anyway. Drug research and development wasn’t exactly his field, though, so he didn’t give it much more thought. That was until he found out that the payout for trying the drug was substantial. Possibly even enough to pay off what remained of his student loans. He’d signed up the next day.

He was now having doubts, though. He fidgeted in his seat as he wondered why he was alone in this waiting room, and what exactly was taking them so long. As if on cue, a female vulpine, dressed in a long white lab coat with bare fur underneath, came out of the only door into the waiting room, seating herself in the chair directly opposite Mark. As soon as she took a seat, she muttered, mostly to herself, “Let’s see…” as she looked over her clipboard, squinting visibly as she attempted to make out the forms that Mark had filled out. Her face remained placid, neither pleased nor displeased with whatever she was reading. Her deep red fur was well groomed, and Mark couldn’t help but note that she was fairly attractive, especially for a research scientist at Thermodyne.

“It looks here like you’re an excellent candidate for this study,” she mentioned without looking up, continuing to look over the extensive questionnaire. “Young, healthy, relatively fit, with no history of schizophrenia, either in yourself or in family members…” she trailed off, leaving Mark to speculate as she continued to glance over the documents.

“G-good,” he stuttered, cursing himself for giving away his nervousness in the very first word he said to the fox. “If it’s not too much to ask,” he asked, centering himself enough to halt his stutter, “just what does RX-14, uhh…do, exactly?”

The vulpine looked up and met his gaze for the first time since she’d entered the room. “Alright. I think I’m going to give this the go ahead.” She glanced up at the security camera in the corner of the room and gave a silent nod before she continued to speak. Mark couldn’t help but ask himself if there had always been a camera in the room, and how he’d missed it if it had always been there. “Usually we take subjects out and into the testing room before we give this explanation, but since there’s no one else here, why not give you the final chance to back out right here? You work here, so I’m sure you’ve heard something about RX-14, some of it good, and some of it bad.” Mark nodded in acknowledgment; a majority of what he’d heard had been pretty vague yet menacing, but he obviously wasn’t about to bring that up to the vulpine. “Well, the drug really isn’t that bad, at least on a physiological level. The LD50 is something like 4 grams per kilogram, when the drug is perfectly effective at much, much smaller doses. It is a hallucinogen, though, and those by definition carry a psychological risk to their users.

“You see, RX-14 is not a usual hallucinatory agent. Those can cause all sorts of interesting effects, but they tend to be of little therapeutic use because they aren’t targeted in any one direction. RX-14, on the other hand, is intensely targeted. It overstimulates the amygdala, which in turn activates all sorts of brain structures in the limbic system, creating a remarkably realistic hallucination in the subject. In about half of all subjects, this hallucination is very positive. It is a pleasant experience, usually something nice and cathartic, and often enough something sexual. The other half of subjects, on the other hand, experience a much more negative hallucination. They live out a terrifying scenario composed of their worst fears and terrors. Remarkably, though, after a period of several weeks or months, even these individuals look back at the experience fondly, and report greatly reduced anxiety and depression, among other things. Only in a very small minority of subjects, exclusively those with a family or personal history of psychosis or schizophrenia so far, are any negative side effects reported. Since you don’t have either, as far as I’m aware,” the fox gave the panther a skeptical look, but didn’t skip a beat in her little spiel, “you should be totally fine. Are you with me so far?”

Mark nodded by reflex, but in reality his mind was reeling. What had he gotten himself into? Hallucinatory drugs that might bring his worst fears and anxieties to life? No wonder the payout was so good!

“Alright then. At any point before I administer the drug, you can opt out. You will not receive any payment if you do this. Afterwards, in compliance with the Safe Practices in Neuromedicine Act and company policy, we do have the right to detain you for a period not exceeding 24 hours, or until the effects of the drug wear off. Because of how vivid the hallucinations are, we are going to have to restrain you before administering the drug, but this is merely a precautionary measure, and will not impact your hallucination. Do you understand?”

The panther nodded his head, even eking out a “Y-yes.” The payment was too good; he knew that as much as it terrified him, he couldn’t back out now. He also couldn’t help but think of just what kind of fantasies the drug might bring to live, both positive and negative. You know the old adage about curiosity and cats.

“If that’s so, I can lead you back to the testing room,” she said, standing up and nonchalantly walking back to the door. Mark followed, hesitantly, a little relieved to be out of the bright white room. The corridor was drab and dimly lit, but anything was better than that waiting room. “You’ll be fine, I swear,” the fox reassured the panther. “The visions might be unpleasant, but I’ve yet to meet a subject who didn’t benefit from the treatment somehow.” The panther remained unconvinced, but he held his tongue.

At the end of the hallway was one solid black door marked “314” in gold lettering. The fox knocked when she came to it, and promptly a short ermine with a pronounced hunch opened the door and ushered the fox and panther inside. “Does he need to be informed of the risks?” the ermine asked in a deep, hoarse voice. The vulpine nodded her head wordlessly as she headed towards a cabinet in the back of the room and pulled out a vial with a clear liquid. The ermine nodded back, not that the fox could notice, with her back to him. His hair was unkempt, and he almost looked more like a mole than a stoat.

The room was mostly unadorned, the walls made of solid slate-colored concrete. There was a row of cabinets and drawers on one side, the wood paneling of the cabinets standing out in stark contrast to the dark grey walls. In the center of the room was something that almost looked like a dentist’s chair, except that it was equipped with arm restraints and leg restraints. Mark shivered a little at the sight of it. It looked too much like something you’d see in an insane asylum from the 1950s for him to be even remotely comfortable. He took a deep breath, though, and following the directions of a gesture the fox made, he took a seat. The stoat hurried himself to fasten the restraints, but they remained loose enough to allow the panther to move around comfortably. That was easily the most terrifying part of the experience so far; what were they worried he’d do if he wasn’t restrained?

The fox removed a syringe from a surgical cart and plunged it into the vial, drawing out about three quarters of a syringe full of the mysterious liquid. “This is RX-14,” the fox explained, “if that wasn’t obvious. Now, this is the last chance you have to back out, alright? Otherwise I’m going to administer the dose.” She approached Mark, tapping the syringe a few times and shooting out a small amount of the drug to remove any air bubbles. Mark nodded nervously. He wasn’t afraid of the needle or the injection, but the logical part of his brain couldn’t help but think “Why am I doing this?” He was in the restraints, though; he wasn’t backing out now. The fox stuck the needle into the crook of his arm, sending the drug coursing through his veins.

Several minutes passed in tense silence. Mark kept waiting for something to happen, and when nothing did, he grew a little more nervous. He tried to remain as calm as he could, slowly facing the realization that there wasn’t really anything that he could do about it anymore. The drug was injected, and he just had to wait to see what effect it would have on him. He wouldn’t have to wait long. His pupils dilated, he took a sharp, short breath of air, he blinked, and

Mark was sitting in his apartment, back against the couch cushions. Across from him, a newscaster droned on the television about some horrific tragedy. He grabbed the remote, conveniently placed right next to him on the sofa, and flipped off the TV. How had he gotten here? He couldn’t remember, no matter how hard he tried. He looked around to make sure that nothing was out of place, but right down to his Star Trek figurines, every detail of the apartment was accurate. There was the Star Wars poster on the wall right next to one for The Third Man and that cute French poster with a black kitty that he’d picked up at a thrift sale for a few bucks. He thought it added a little class to what otherwise looked like a fairly normal bachelor’s pad. On the coffee table lay the several beer bottles from the night before that he’d been too tired to clean up the night before.

He shifted his arms and legs, fully expecting to feel the restraints restricting his movement. He was surprised instead to find himself completely unencumbered. He stood up, stretching his sore limbs. He grabbed the few bottles, walking into the apartment’s tiny kitchenette and plopping them into the recycling with the resounding clank of glass bottles, before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some cold water from the faucet.

The panther took a deep, long sip of water as he tried to get his bearings. Somehow, the drug had wiped out his memories from when he took it until…now, whenever now was. It wasn’t that surprising, all things considered; memory loss was probably one of the more predictable side effects of testing Thermodyne’s drugs. It still terrified him, though. For the hundredth time, he asked himself what he’d gotten himself into. Then the earthquake struck.

It was a small tremor, but it was more than enough to get the panther to drop his glass, which shattered on the kitchenette floor with a resounding crash. When another followed in short order, followed by another after that, each more intense than the last…the panther’s heart started to beat faster and faster in his chest. What the hell was going on? He hid in the doorframe to the kitchen, but the tremors continued to grow larger and larger. After a few more tremors, he heard a terrible sound: the apartment complex across the street was collapsing to the ground, the boom of concrete, wood, drywall, and thousands of personal belongings of every shape and size imploding into a heap resounding throughout the metropolis. This was followed by a massive, primal growl. It sounded like something out a movie, projected on loudspeakers for everyone to hear, and when he ran out onto his balcony to look across the street, he was shocked when he was greeted with a scene straight out of Attack of the Fifty Foot Tiger. “P-Pub?!” he called out to the massive feline currently standing in the ruins of an apartment complex that was half his size.

The tiger smirked as he looked down at the boyfriend he now dwarfed, taking a few steps across the street, not giving any heed to the cars he smashed underneath his massive footpaws. Mark was level with the giant tiger’s musky crotch, and he couldn’t help but note the naked feline’s impressive, almost bus-sized girth looming just feet in front of him. “You always said you wanted me bigger, right?” the feline boomed from above. “Well, am I big enough for you now?” he added, raising a sardonic eyebrow far above the gaping panther at crotch-level below. He gave his junk an unashamed squeeze, instantly growing half erect in front of the micro panther. “I hope you don’t mind being the little one this time,” he teased. Mark’s cock was a few inches longer than Pub’s…well, when they were the same size, at least.

Mark continued to gape up at his boyfriend’s enormity, not even able to stutter out anything but an aghast “Wh-wh-what?”

Pub took another step towards the thunderstruck panther, his half-erect cock now scraping up against Mark’s balcony and the one below him. “What’s the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue?” he asked, cheekily, letting out a deep, resounding chuckle that shook the tiny black-furred feline down to his bones. He took a slow step backwards, hoping that his massive boyfriend didn’t notice.

“Aww, babe, c’mon, you know I’d never hurt you,” Pub said as he started to reach down, aiming to scoop up the terrified panther. Seeing the massive paw approach, Mark couldn’t help but flee back inside his apartment, sprinting as fast as he could away from the massive, orange-furred tiger. A quick glance behind him revealed that the tiger was starting to lean over to get a better look inside as he tsked up above. “There’s no need to run away from me, I’m still the same old Publius!” he insisted to the paralyzed panther below him. His voice resounded so loud that window to the next door apartment’s spare bedroom shattered with a clear, sharp clink. “Oops,” the naked titan chuckled as he wiped some of the glass shards off of his whiskers.

When the panther heard all of this, it made him shudder all the more. His boyfriend was just so…powerful. So huge. Unfathomably large. He’d been about a head taller than the panther when he was normal size, but now…now he could step through apartment complexes with ease and with impunity. There was no way that he could stop the giant from doing anything that the now vastly outsized tiger wanted to do. They had had a few fights, hadn’t they? What if his boyfriend was secretly holding a grudge? The thought terrified him, and as he cowered underneath the couch, he hoped against all hope that his boyfriend would return to normal size.

Publius had leaned down just in time to see the cat scurry underneath their sofa. He let out a sigh as he yanked the balcony’s sliding doors off, throwing them down to the ground several stories below. He then reached his paw into the doll-sized apartment, doing his best not to damage the structure and harm his now micro-sized boyfriend. He wasn’t all that concerned about what his actions did to any of the other minuscule inhabitants of the city, but he sure as hell didn’t want to hurt his tiny boyfriend. Gently, he picked up the sofa, plucking it out between two fingers on his right paw. He quickly discarded it; it fell several stories and ended up crushing a Hummer underneath its weight. Several car alarms resounded through the city as Pub reached into the apartment with his other paw, gently wrapping it around Mark’s tiny, still huddled form. In fact, the panther didn’t open his eyes until he felt those digits wrap around him, at which point he let out a loud, pointed scream.

The massive tiger recoiled slightly as he heard the sharp scream, but he still wrapped his massive paw around his tiny boyfriend. The screech was more out of reflex than fear, though so after a few seconds Mark switched instead to heavy breathing. As he was ever so gently lifted up and out of the apartment, he couldn’t help but notice just how huge the paw he was in was, how easy it would be for his boyfriend to do anything he wanted with him, and yet…how soft and gentle he was, how warm and nice it felt to be in his arms. Or, well, in his hand. Mark looked up at Pub’s face and could easily make out the lines of concern and affection on his boyfriend’s now-massive face. “Pl-please don’t hurt m-me,” he stuttered, hoping against all hope that his boyfriend wasn’t about to break him in his gigantic fist.

Pub, of course, had no plans to hurt the panther. He loved Mark, after all! “Really, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m still your sweet boyfriend! Just a little bigger and little more powerful,” he understated. “I’d never let anyone hurt you, Mark,” he nodded with a stern look on his face, “least of all myself. And now I’m big enough that I can make sure that that’s true. If anything, you’re safer now than you’ve ever been.” The massive tiger started to purr, the low rumble resonating through the trapped panther’s body.

It was still far too much for Mark to take in, but he tried his hardest to believe his boyfriend was telling the truth. It was actually much easier than he thought it would be, once he really started to trust Pub’s words; they did make sense, didn’t they? Sure, the massive feline had been violent with others, but he’d been nothing but kind to Mark. As the panther was lost in thought about whether to trust the titan, Pub opened up his palm and ripped off the young lab technician’s t-shirt. “W-what a-are y-you doing?” he asked, going stuttery once more as he pushed as hard as he could against the invasive digit but found his struggles completely ineffective.

Pub let out a playful chuckle as he continued to undress his now doll-sized boyfriend. He just couldn’t resist the urge! Besides, “I’m naked, Mark, and everyone can see me. The least you could do is disrobe in solidarity!” Even with his embarrassment, Mark could see the point. And after everything that Pub had done to this city block…people weren’t really paying attention to what Pub was doing except to note that it gave them plenty of time to run away, out of the city and away from the colossal terror of the striped feline.

“O-okay,” the panther had reluctantly agreed, blushing heavily once he was down to just his underwear, a bright yellow pair of boxer briefs. Here the tiger took a surprising turn; instead of just yanking the briefs down, he placed his massive nose lightly on top of the tiny panther’s member, giving the briefs a nice long sniff.

“You smell as good as ever,” Pub said, letting out a happy sigh that betrayed no hint of teasing or irony. When he noticed that Mark had grown hard, though, his teasing side came out once more. “So, even though you’re afraid of little old me, you’re still turned on? That’s progress, at least,” he explained, before he gave the underwear a nice yank between his fingers, freeing the large erection that they barely contained. The giant tiger took a seat, blocking off traffic in both directions with a rear end so large that it actually reached into some of the ruins that Pub had created across from their apartment building. “And you know you always thought that building was an eyesore,” he teased as he relaxed, his true love in his palm, right where he wanted him. “Why don’t we do you first?” Pub offered. He didn’t wait for a response before he leaned over once more, giving the panther’s tiny but still impressive cock against his massive, sandpapery tongue. After the first lick, he lifted his muzzle up the slightest bit and apologized into the tiny panther, “I should have waited for you to say yes, but I couldn’t resist.” His warm breath washed over the panther, causing him to wriggle a little, involuntarily convulsing in pleasure.

Mark bucked against the tiger’s tongue as his massive boyfriend started to give him what must easily have been the largest blowjob in history. The tiger’s massive muzzle engulfed the panther’s dwarfed shaft, sucking on it gently but firmly, lapping up every last drop of pre-cum that spilled out. Occasionally Pub’s tongue would loll out of his mouth and give the panther’s entire body a nice, slick, warm lick. It was a lick that the panther couldn’t even pretend he minded, no matter how damp it left him. He was in heaven, and it didn’t surprise either of them that such massive overstimulation, like a giant licking his sensitive shaft, pushed him over the edge after only a few minutes. Mark shot out line after line of cum into his massive boyfriend’s mouth, the rough tongue lapping up every drop of the sweet and salty liquid that he could find. Mark practically spasmed with pleasure, and as he lay there, his entire body getting a thorough tasting from his massive boyfriend, he couldn’t conceive how this situation could get any better.

When the tiger removed his muzzle from the panther, having lapped up every bit of his cum that he could find, it didn’t surprise him that Mark was still hard. What did surprise him was the question that the panther managed to ask him, even as the tiger withdrew his mouth from his boyfriend and started to lie down, idly playing with Mark’s erection underneath his thumb. “How’d you get so big, Pub?” Mark was still brimming with energy, so even while he was asking the question, he was rubbing his erection up against the giant’s thumb that was rubbing against him, bucking his hips back and forth.

Pub let out a chuckle and evaded the question. “Who cares how I got so big? Maybe I enrolled in one of those drug trials at Thermodyne,” he teased, giving the panther a playful but loving squeeze as he lay supine in what used to be the apartment complex that he’d destroyed. It dirtied up some of his fur, of course, already covered in a mixture of wood splinters, drywall dust, and even pieces of “reinforced” concrete. None of them any match for a ferocious tiger of a sufficient size and build! He wrapped his thin yet huge lips around the panther, big enough now to more than cover the tiny panther. “Besides,” he added huskily as he lowered the panther slowly down his body down to the tumescent shaft of his own, “I think you have more pressing things to think about.”

Mark was plopped down in front of that bright red shaft, instantly overpowered by a wave of musk as he looked up to a cockhead that rose up high above him. “It won’t bite, you know,” Pub’s voice taunted up above, his paw gently nudging the smaller kitty forward. Mark had no choice but to take a few tentative steps forward and reach out and touch the massive organ. The blowjob was one thing; he could just close his eyes and enjoy it, he didn’t have to actively interact with a piece of his boyfriend’s now massive anatomy. He didn’t know where to start, or just what the tiger would react positively too. Running his hand lightly against the hot skin of the erect shaft, however, was more than enough to send a shudder up the large cat’s spine, his body wobbling and shifting as he felt the pleasure travel up and down his body. “There’s nothing you can do wrong, honey. Just wrap those lovely little arms of yours around it and give it a nice large hug, and I can take care of the rest.” Mark didn’t have to turn around and look up at his boyfriend to know that he had just given him a wink; he knew his massive feline all too well.

The panther was still tentative about wrapping his arms around the massive feline’s shaft; he didn’t feel like he could possibly please such a giant by himself. Still, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to give it a try, even if he had his doubts. The shaft was the size of a large tree, and too wide for him to give a full hug to, he quickly found out; his tiny arms reached most of the way around, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make them meet at the other side. “Ooo, you’re smaller than I thought you were,” his massive boyfriend rumbled down from up above. “Do you want some help, honey?” Mark kept his arms wrapped around the shaft as he looked back and up to his boyfriend’s face, now at least seventy feet away from him. He expected the tiger to act without actually waiting for a response, and so tensed up. Pub felt those small, furry arms tighten around his shaft and let out a resounding moan. “Maybe you can do this by yourself,” he cooed, “but I can always step in if you still trust me.” Here the massive tiger visibly winked at Mark, and the tiny panther couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own.

“Lemme try this out for myself,” he shouted up at the tiger, who let out a little giggle and nodded before laying his head back down. Mark slowly sidled around the shaft, rubbing it up and down slightly as he did so, working his way around to his gigantic boyfriend’s equally gargantuan ballsack. When he finally reached them, he couldn’t help but note that the massive fleshy orbs were large enough to serve as bean bags, though he imagined his boyfriend wouldn’t be very happy with him if he just plopped down on top of one or both of them. Instead, he took a tentative, gentle step on one of the orbs, starting to rub it against his footpaw as he rubbed his arms up and down the feline’s fleshy shaft. On hearing another moan of approval, Mark planted his other footpaw on the other ball, gently kneeding the enormous scrotum against his paws, feeling the heat radiate through his pawpads and up his body in a wave that could only be described as orgasmic. He started out very slow, only putting a small fraction of his weight directly on his boyfriend’s testicles, but it quickly became apparent that at least as far as Pub was concerned, Mark was as light as a feather. His full weight was just enough to create a nice soft massage for the giant. He gradually increased his speed, adding more and more weight to rubbing that his footpaws were giving the massive scrotum while his arms were giving Pub’s shaft tighter and tighter squeezes.

Mark heard the pre sputter out before he saw or felt it; his head was right up against the feline’s shaft, after all. He had no choice but to let the thick, salty liquid rain down on him, making it easier to squeeze and rub the shaft while it grew harder and harder to get a secure grip. Luckily for the panther, he had a macro who couldn’t help but pay close attention to what was going on down there. He felt the panther start to stumble, and knowing full well that he’d eventually slip and fall, Pub knew that his time had come. “You’re amazing, Mark, but I think I’m just too big. Besides, you know how hard it is to get me off at normal size,” he added with a little sigh, “and I’m just an impatient monster!” Without any further warning, he wrapped the fingers on his left paw around his shaft, pinning his pre-cum coated boyfriend up against his burning shaft. He squeezed the “normal” sized panther affectionately, starting to rub him up and down, much further than the diminutive panther could have managed on his own.

Mark let out a loud gasp as he felt his arms start to separate even more, both the hand he was held in and the cock he was held against slowly growing larger against his increasingly diminutive form. “Oh, looks like I’m getting even larger,” Pub moaned up above, though Mark had no way of looking at his face anymore. He wasn’t even sure he had the capacity to say anything, or at least not anything that wasn’t just an incoherent moan that resembled a long “yeeeeesssss.” Pub kept on swelling larger, the panther kept on being rubbed up and down the wonderfully musky shaft, and they both kept on moaning, though Pub’s caused his entire body to vibrate, at least when the feeling became more than intense enough.

Pub’s growth, especially laying down like he was, was not a good sign for the buildings that had remained standing after Pub’s mini-rampage. His head started to break up the street behind the apartment building he’d savaged, and then the buildings across the street while his feet started to burst into the lobby of their old apartment building. That whole complex eventually collapsed after the cat started to kick a few times, and the resounding rumble of destruction made the giant kitty spurt out another shot of pre-cum. It cascaded down the sides of his cock, coating the now even more dwarfed kitty in more and more of the titan’s thick seed.

Mark was in a perfect, musky heaven. He felt his boyfriend grow larger and larger around him, the massive shaft that he was pressed up against only getting larger and larger. Soon enough, he stopped hearing the destruction sounds that Pub was probably still making, both because they were so far away from where Mark currently was and because the panther was completely encased in a light pink palm, pressed against a bright red cockhead.

Publius was soaring to unbelievable heights, Mark could just tell, but even though he grew more and more insignificant in comparison, he continued to be rubbed and squeezed up against his boyfriend’s cock, every movement he made sending a wave of pleasure through the mega and then giga-sized tiger. He felt his boyfriend outgrow the city block, then the neighborhood, and then the city itself in rapid succession; his body was now heavy enough to crack a tectonic plate, but still the giant kept on masturbating, using Mark as little more than a sex toy. Just when the cat grew large enough to peek his head out of the atmosphere, his cockhead easily miles tall by this point, Mark still miraculously pinned up against it in as tight of an embrace as he could manage…he passed the point of no return. He erupted, his cock head now larger than the largest supervolcano, the first wave of his cum brimming enough liquid to flood the Great Lakes. Some of it even shot so far up that it actually broke orbit and tumbled lazily out into space. The majority of it, though, came crashing back to Earth, drowning the few cities near the feline’s taint that had managed to survive the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions spurred by his massive growth spurt. Mark himself felt keenly aware of this, of all of this, just as he was keenly aware that he was being coated with massive quantities of sperm, lakes and lakes of the stuff, swimming his way up and up but never getting high enough to escape the white, salty liquid, until

Mark blinked and found himself back in the experiment room. The restraints remained fastened against his arms and legs, both of which now felt much sorer than when he’d entered the room. He met the vulpine’s eyes tentatively and she smiled back at him. “I take it you’re back with us, Mark?” she asked, to which he could only stupidly nod his head. “You had a nice…dream, didn’t you?”

The stoat piped up before the panther could even answer. “I’ll say! He ejaculated twice.” Experimental scientists were not exactly known for their tact, especially the ones at Thermodyne. Mark looked down towards his crotch. He was both surprised and not to see a massive cum stain against his blue jeans, leaking all the way down to the a little puddle on the floor.

“Oh, we’ll get you cleaned up, don’t worry,” the fox explained after she saw the worried look on Mark’s face. “You’re far from the first person to orgasm after taking RX-14.”

“Hey, don’t undervalue his achievement! He is the first one to orgasm twice,” the stoat added with a wry snort. The fox shot him a glare, but it was too late. Mark was by now blushing so heavily that it was visible under his dark black fur.

“I just had a n-nice dream about my b-boyfriend is all,” he blanched at the inadequate explanation.

“You’ll have a chance to describe your experience later,” the vulpine waved away Mark’s comments without a second thought. “To make sure the impression is clear, though, we do require two more rounds of testing.” She cocked her eyebrow suggestively. “Do you think you can handle it?”

At the chance to experience it all again, Mark couldn’t even feign bashfulness. He nodded vigorously as he waited for the stoat to inject him once more.