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Jack tapped a pen idly on the side of his coffee cup as he looked over the latest round of testing. Today marked the third-straight week of setbacks and failures at the lab, and there just didn't seem to be any hope for a solution.

"You have some good news for me, I hope?"

Jack jumped at the sudden voice breaking him from his thoughts, "Hey, boss. You startled me," he quipped, trying to regain his composure. Jack turned around as he stood up to face the lead director for his project, a smartly dressed wolf, like Jack, and currently wearing a very sour expression.

"Don't avoid the question, Jack. Every day for the past week I've had to come into work and remind myself of why I chose you for this project," the director said evenly, but with the slightest hint of exasperation.

Jack bristled, but managed to keep his anger in check. What did the director think, that he was causing these problems deliberately? Not to mention a thinly veiled threat against being pulled off the project, despite the fact that Jack was practically the only one who was still coming up with new developments. Sure, the developments had all proven to be dead ends, but at least the project wasn't dead in the water...yet. Jack closed his eyes and massaged his the bridge of his muzzle, "Look, boss, I've been putting everything I have into this project, the formula just isn't appearing," Jack opened his tawny-colored eyes and met the director's gaze, "and threatening my job isn't going to make the solution any more evident."

The director frowned and narrowed his eyes for a moment, but then relaxed his shoulders and moved to sit down in an available chair, "I know Jack," he said with a sigh, "It's just these long days are getting to me. I wouldn't mind if it seemed like your team was making some...any progress...I mean, you set the bar quite high for yourself on your last project. Everyone expects another miracle drug to just pop out of your head, not the sloughing that usually happens."

The last project; that had been an unusual one. While the pharmaceutical company Jack worked for was known for a rather...unusually diverse R&D department, Jack worked specifically for the copulatory-sciences division. In other words, sex drugs. The last formula he had worked on caused a gene reaction that made womens' breasts swell one or two cup sizes, without need for surgery or further doses. The drug was outrageously expensive, of course, but those with enough vanity and disposable cash were lining up to make Jack's company rich, and Jack himself something of a celebrity among scientists and pop-culture alike.

"Anyway, I'll let you get back to work," the director's farewell broke Jack out of his reverie as he stood up to leave.

"Thanks, boss. I'll try to have a new projection for you by the end of the day, but this is a tricky one."

The director chuckled grimly, "Don't I know it. Still, you've proven that you're the best, and I have faith that you'll come up with something," he said with a wave as he left Jack's office.

"I certainly hope so..." Jack rubbed his temples as he tried to look back at the reports on his desk, but he just kept reading the same lines of unhelpful data over and over.

With a frustrated groan, Jack stood up and began to pace, one paw scratching idly at his ears. When this proved similarly unhelpful, Jack decided that he might as well walk to the testing rooms to see his next formulas in action, so he donned his white lab coat and made for the door, closing it behind him.

The hygienic whiteness of the florescent-lit hallway stung his eyes a bit as he made his way to the elevator leading to the testing labs. Jack realized absently that he had long since loosened his tie and straightened it quickly in his reflection on the brushed-steel of the elevator doors. Jack looked at himself as the elevator slowly dinged away the approach of a car. The stress was getting to him, Jack's once luxurious dark-grey coat had lost it's sheen and his bright golden-brown eyes just looked tired. Even his normally fit figure was beginning to show his stress, and Jack tried to straighten his shoulders a little against the weight of his disappointments. The director had said nothing Jack hadn't been thinking himself. Why was this formula taking so long? It was practically the perfect complement to Jack's previous drug, and the investors had all but thrown money at the building when Jack had announced the project that was now becoming the antithesis to his esteemed position. It was the thing that every male seemed to want and were willing to spend fortunes on in reckless abandon: a bigger cock.

After riding the elevator down to the laboratory floor, Jack walked to the lab where the next round of testing was being performed for formula 87Z. He was almost hopeful despite himself for this next formula, even though the numerous failures of the past weeks sang like a choral dirge in the back of his mind. "No," thought Jack to himself, "I'm being as ridiculous as the director. Pharmaceutical development is almost invariably a slow process, my lucky break on the boob drug just made everybody forget that." But, even though Jack believed it, he knew that the media, and more importantly the investors, wouldn't see it that way.

Finally arriving at the observation room for the correct lab, Jack opened the door to see his colleague already talking their next test-patient through the procedure with an intercom system linked to the actual testing room.

"Okay Mr. Grisby," Lilly said into the microphone mounted on the wall. "Please remove your clothes and place them on the table while we prepare your sample."

"Whatever you say, love," the patient replied with a toothy grin, "getting paid to get my package grown? I think I can give you a little show."

Lilly groaned, but didn't push down the intercom link. Rabbits, she thought, can't cross an empty room without hitting on at least three people. Out loud she said, "Very well, however you'd like to think of it, Mr. Grisby."

Jack cleared his throat to announce his entrance and Lilly stood up and turned to face him, "Oh hello, Jack. Come to see this round of testing first hand?" Lilly asked with an errant brush of a paw on her hair. She was quite pretty, a slender fox with bright green eyes and gentle figure. She was one of the few female staff from the previous project to decline their congratulatory samples of the miracle breast-growth drug, even though her bosom certainly couldn't have been made any worse from a little growth. Still, Jack had respected her for it, and her work had been exemplary for that and this project. Jack couldn't help feeling that he was letting her down because of the past weeks...

"You mean, did I come to witness the next round of failures," Jack replied with a chuckle that sounded more hollow than he had intended.

"Well as you told me on the last project," Lilly said with an encouraging half-smile, "'the only true failure is the one that makes you give up.' I'm not giving up yet."

It made Jack feel better to hear that, and a bit of the old fire flickered in his eyes, if only for a moment, "I'm not giving up either. Is the sample of 87Z prepared, yet?" Jack walked up beside his assistant, looking over the monitoring equipment.

"Yes, they're bringing in the injection now," Replied Lilly, and as if on cue, a masked lab tech brought in a rolling tray with the sample of the drug and some other medical odds and ends.

"Okay Mr. Grisby," Lilly spoke into the intercom, "Once the drug has been injected, we need you to tell us if you experience any discomfort or unusual sensation. Otherwise, please lie back and relax."

"Happy to, love," Replied the grinning hare. He crossed his an arm behind his head and relaxed against the sterile white sheets of the bed he was on. His other paw gently stroked the creamy white fur of his chest. He didn't feel overly self conscious, although the hare had to admit he was being a little more brash than usual. Despite his audacious demeanor, he was nervous about the injection he was receiving. Test patients had always left the lab in one piece, but lately a few fellow testers he knew had told him some harrowing stories of the latest drug they were working on. Still, the effects had so far been temporary, and Grisby needed the money...

"Okay, Mr. Grisby," The voice sounded hollow over the intercom, "remember to let us know of anything you feel. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll begin manual stimulation and see if the drug has worked as expected."

If nothing unexpected happens, thought Grisby with a grimace. But, he quickly flashed another toothy smile at the 1-way glass and said nonchalantly, "I like the sound of 'manual stimulation'. Will you be performing that duty, or shall I?"

There was a distinct pause from the intercom, probably the scientist holding back an acerbic reply. Still, the crass banter helped Grisby relax, and hey, that's what she said to do right?

"Just focus on telling us how you feel for right now," came the eventual response. Even through the intercom speakers, the voice sounded like it was being deliberately held in check.

Grisby, held his grin and nodded at the glass. A paw still rubbing suggestively on his silky chest fur. Suddenly, he felt a little light headed, and there was a growing warmth spreading from his head and working its way down his shoulders.

"Hey, I'm starting to feel dizzy and a little hot," he said, unable to keep a small quake out of his voice.

"That's to be expected, just relax. You're doing fine."

Grisby wasn't too sure, but still, it didn't feel that bad, a bit like smoking a cigarette for the first time in a while. The warmth traveled along his back and finally arrived at his nethers. Yeah, he thought, this doesn't feel so bad at all. The hare opened his eyes lazily and looked down at his sheath, surprised to see the pink crown of his penis already poking out. He felt a gentle throbbing sensation as his shaft pushed against the fuzzy opening. Slowly, his tapered cock pushed its way out and began to pulse with his heartbeat. Disappointed, the hare noticed it didn't seem to be any bigger than his normal 6 inches, although the warmth didn't seem to be subsiding.

His thoughts were interrupted by a crackling of the intercom, "Mr. Grisby, are you trying to become aroused right now, or did it seem to happen on its own?"

"It just happened on it's own, sweet heart," the hare blushed in a rather uncharacteristic manner, he had forgotten there were other people behind the 1-way glass.

"Okay, that was an anticipated side effect. Please let us know if any abrupt changes in sensation occur and continue to relax. However, avoid touching your genitals for the time being."

Grisby blushed slightly again, he wasn't that put off by the idea of being naked in front of scientists and doctors, but lying here, at full mast as it were, was making him self conscious. However, these thoughts disappeared as the warmth began to intensify and throb with his heartbeat. He received an unexpected jolt of sensation in his testicles, and his hips bucked reflexively. He began to explain the sensation out loud when another wave pulsed up, this time through his cock as well. He gasped as the wave passed and realized the sensation was like intense sexual pleasure. He felt an odd tightness in his sheath and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw his cock. It's normal pink had darkened to a deep pinkish red, and did indeed seem to be growing. The intercom reminded him to avoid touching himself, so he gripped the sides of the thin lab-mattress under him with both paws. Still, he didn't seem to need to touch himself with whatever was happening, as another wave of intense pleasure rocketed from his scrotum to the tip of his penis, now throbbing almost an inch longer than usual.

The hare began to spread his legs as wave after wave of pleasure caused his hips to thrust up involuntarily, and sticky clear fluid began to drip gently from the tip of his cock onto his chest. His head was thrown back, so he didn't see as his cock continued to deepen in color as it grew in length. Soon his breath was coming in gasps of pleasure as his cock continued to grow, now reaching well above his navel and streaming a near constant flow of precum. Another tightness caused the hare to look down at his package, and saw his balls now beginning to swell in his fuzzy sack. The sight of his member almost reaching his pecks filled him with lust and a twinge of unexpected fear. Sure the ladies would be impressed, but if it didn't stop growing soon, they wouldn't be able to take him. This thought was pushed to the side as he felt the tightness grow more intense in his balls, which now began to throb in a way he had never felt before, and was more than a little unpleasant.

"H-hey...uh...I...I feel some-something in m-my balls," the hare finally managed to gasp out between waves of pleasure that were starting to begin with a painful twinge in his testicles.

The intercom was silent for what felt like an eternity to the bucking and gasping hare. The pain was starting to drown out the pleasure and soon yelps of pain were likewise overshadowing his cries of lust. Finally the voice over the intercom responded, unable to keep a note of anxiety out of her tone, "The lead scientist has said you should begin masturbating immediately, the chemical has become backed up in your seminal fluids. Releasing them will stop the drug."

Oh great, thought Grisby, now I'm jacking off in front of scientists. However there wasn't much room for consideration as the pain was increasing in intensity. He released his white-knuckle grip on the mattress and began cupping pawfuls of precum which were now coming out in almost ejaculatory bursts. He quickly began to stroke both palms up his shaft that had mercifully stopped growing at around his nipple line and gasped and bucked at the sensation. At any other time, he would have slowed down to enjoy himself, but he was growing more and more alarmed. He began to stroke faster and felt the pain begin to fall back in his consciousness as the stroking brought on stronger pleasure. It certainly felt good to have such a huge cock for masturbating, thought Grisby. Suddenly, the intercom crackled which threw off his rhythm and made a twinge of sore tightness pulse in his balls again.

"Our scientists will need a sample of your semen, when you ejaculate, please try to get most of it into one of the sample cups next to the bed."

Yeah if I ever can cum with all these distractions, the hare thought, and managed a frustrated nod at the 1-way glass. Still stroking furiously, he managed to get to a sitting position and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Until now, he had let the natural angle of his penis guide his strokes, and when he began to try to bend his cock down so he could aim for the cup, the intense pleasure almost made him cum right then, but unfortunately only signaled its impending approach. Grisby began to wonder how much semen he would create when the moment finally came; if the amount of precum he was producing was any indication, it would probably be more than the tiny sample cup could handle. The thought wound lustily in his mind, and fueled his stokes as he teased under his throbbing shaft that must have been well over 14 inches. He certainly couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying himself, despite the discomforting throb in his balls.

As his climax approached, he couldn't help slipping off of the table and falling to his knees on the floor, hunched over his throbbing member and his fluffy tail twitching with each stroke. The paw that held the sample cup shook as his husky breathing filled the sterile room. Well, semi-sterile anyway, as his bursts of precum began to pool under him and run down his shaft to an eagerly pumping paw. The hare couldn't help but gasp continuously as he desperately tugged on his slightly sore member, and he felt a familiar tingly sensation from the base of his cock.

Finally, with a last thrust of his hips that straightened his body over his knees, he felt a massive climax grip his loins and he couldn't help but cry aloud at the release. Ropes of pearly semen rocketed out of his member, and he could only hang on with one paw while barely trying to catch some in the cup. His cock throbbed in his paw as his powerful ejaculations soared across the room and he shakily managed to set aside the overflowed sample cup and gripped both paws on his member to ride out the remainder. His back arched as the overwhelming feeling of jet after jet of semen erupted from his cock, like no climax he had ever experienced before.

However, as his ejaculations began to slow he felt a decidedly unpleasant shrinking sensation as his cock began to slip away from his palms. He looked down curiously and saw with regret that his member was shrinking with his climax, and by the time the last pathetic dribble of cum fell from his cock, it had shrunk to it's normal size before beginning to become flaccid. He couldn't stifle a disappointed sigh as it began to retreat into his sheath, replaced by surprise as he looked at the mess he had made of the previously sterile room. A long shiny puddle extended from beneath him all the way to the wall opposite of where he had finally finished his desperate masturbation.

Once he caught his breath, he got gingerly to his feet and looked sheepishly at the observation window, "Um," he said, his voice cracking slightly as the pleasure of his release was replaced by the heady warmth of afterglow, "I think I feel okay now."

The intercom sparked to life with a voice that couldn't hide it's slight disappointment, "Very well, Mr. Grisby. We'll take you to an observation room for some more tests to make sure. Thank you for your cooperation and we apologize for the discomfort you experienced."

Grisby was still a little lightheaded, and frowned slightly at the mention of his "discomfort," but it was quickly replaced by a half grin, "Hey, I knew what I was signing up for, love. I'm just sad it didn't work."

The intercom cracked slightly as if to agree, but Lilly released the button before voicing her assent. She looked over at Jack as a lab tech helped Grisby out of the room to lead him to the debriefing area and post-test observation. Jack was already poring over the data from the test with a paw scratching his chin absently.

"Do you have any theories?" Lilly said with regret.

Jack jumped slightly as though he had forgot she was still there, "Ah, well...I'm guessing it's the same problem that happened with the last formula. The subject's testosterone counteracts the serum and inhibits a permanent change. Still, this one seemed to work much better until then. At least we made some decided progress."

Lilly nodded. It was progress, but not as much as they had hoped. This failure would represent months of work wasted on fabricating, testing, and analyzing the defective serum, and there still didn't seem to be a solution the problem of testosterone fighting the change, "Well, sir. I'll begin collating the data for you to look at. Should have it ready by tomorrow."

Jack managed a curt nod and thanks as he swept out of the room, lost in thought. No doubt trying to work out how to phrase the latest failure to the increasingly anxious director. Lilly stood for a moment just looking around at the various computer screens and readouts. The defeat is getting to him, she thought. He needs something...anything that can make it to production. Her bushy tail flicked as she began to setup the data collation. Hmm, she pondered to herself, I wonder if we even can get around the male concentration of testosterone.

She froze as she began to continue her train of thought. There may be a product here, just not what we initially set out to do...

Grabbing her notes, Lilly quickly stepped out of the room after finishing the collation set-up. She had an idea, but she would need a new test subject...

Part 2 coming soon