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"100 bucks for a medical study eh?" Alex murmured to himself. Cash was in short supply these days, either way, the ram figured it'd be worth his while to join in. The outfit hosting the study was some company called Zoronel Medical Solutions, it didn't matter to him.

Their office was pretty barren, with nothing more than the standard greys, a few year-old magazines laying on a table in the lobby, a few flowers on the receptionist's desk.

The receptionist was a calico cat with a pixie cut, not normally his type, completely absorbed in her work. He cleared his throat, causing the cat to jump out of her seat.

Then again, looking closer, hearing their voice.

"Hello! Ah, welcome to Zoronel." They said, "How can I help you today?"

"Shit," he thought, looking at the nametag. His name was ambiguous as all hell, but he was a "he" nonetheless.

"Yeah, I'm here for that study thing?"

"Of course," he smiled. "Please have a seat in the next room over."

Alex plodded over, closing the door behind him. At that moment, a hissing pervaded the room, and then darkness.

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Alex awoke to a stabbing pain in his neck. He groaned as he worked his way back towards consciousness.

"Ah, you're awake," a voice chimed in.

"What the fuck?" Alex grunted.

It was the receptionist from earlier, wearing some kind of skin-tight suit.

"You faggot bastard, once I get out of these cuffs, I'll-"

The calico interjected, "Please, you're not getting out of that chair. Honestly, it's all the same, so I'll do you a favor and tell you what that little brain of yours is in for. Take a look in the mirror, not that you have much of a choice."

Staring into the mirror, Alex felt Jaime stab into his side.

"Uhn...Fuck," Alex groaned at the injection of the first needle. As he looked down, he could already see its effects as Jaime groped the bulge leading down his right leg.

"See, some of our researchers, they'd prefer you to be entirely nude for this process, but honestly?"

The calico flicked his finger at another needle, smiling, "That's no fun."

Alex could feel his balls struggling against the denim, could hear the fabric strain against the ever mounting wall of flesh. Jaime palmed one of them through the taut fabric, and the ram bucked his hips reflexively.

"C'mon big guy, let it all out."

Alex could feel the pre running down his pant leg at the knee, it wouldn't be much longer now.

"You," the ram stammered. "Fucking faggot."

The flared length burst out, dripping with pre, and two melon-sized testes spilled out from the torn fabric. The ram moaned as he felt Jaime's hands roaming the veined length, his face buried in the massive orbs.

"B-Bro," he grunted as Jaime raised himself from his perch, another needle in hand. "I'll do what you want, just-"

The calico chuckled.

"That's the thing, bitch, you're going to do what I want either way," He said, plunging a needle into the ram's chest.

Alex screamed, it felt like he was set on fire. He looked down, the view of his cock being quickly absorbed by his ballooning, heaving pecs. Jaime circled around his back, forcing him to look into the mirror as his clothing shredded itself.

His jeans were gone first, already torn by his length, his growing calves and thighs easily breaking free of what remained. Alex's feet cracked, the bones and muscle reforming to fit the massive trunks his legs would become. He could feel his cock being forced upward, fighting for room with his quads, burying it in the cleavage of his chest. The ram opened his mouth, hoping to move within the restraints just enough to reach the glans with his tongue, anything to finish. The ram's core started to burn, the new fibers ballooning out, his new gut forcing his length down.

"N-no," the ram cried.

"Even with all that new testosterone, you people are always so sensitive." Jaime sighed, "Still, look's like stage two's about done."

He said this, groping the bulk of Alex's shoulders as they grew, his massive arms soon to follow. Veins thickened, pumping more and more blood across his rippling biceps. The bones in his wrist snapped, his fingers and knuckles growing thicker. His palms easily doubled in size, tipped by sausage-like fingers. By the time the last finger popped into place, Jaime had worked his way over to the ram's chest. He was kneeling on the chair, his legs straddling the ram's leg. The calico wrapped his tongue around a nipple, the thick, black nub buried under the new muscle and hair.

Alex's hips bucked, he moaned and grunted, the last embarrassments at the situation melting at the sensation of Jaime's gritty tongue, his lips against his chest. Jaime suckled for a moment, bringing another groan out of the ram.

Alex was left panting, but still on edge, his dick, buried in the happy trail between his brick-like abs, was leaking a veritable river of pre. He'd do anything, fuck anything, be fucked by anything. Seemingly sensing this thought, Jaime looked up, lightly tracing the veins with his fingers.

"Awfully pent up, aren't we?" Jaime chuckled, "How about this, if you take one last needle, I'll let you use-"

The calico moved up, placing himself in between the ram and his massive, leaking dick. Alex could feel his thighs, the curves of the cat's ass against him.

"This."

"M-more, yes," the ram grunted. Barely noticing the jab of the needle into his neck.

"Now, this last one's for the 'tertiary changes', or in other words," Jami said, placing his delicate fingers under the ram's cracking, widening jaw. The ram watched in the mirror, feeling the cat grind against his length, his tongue on his neck, the little changes were lost on him. His brow had thickened, giving his eyes a dim frame, even his horns had gotten thicker, wrapping further around.

"Good boy," Jaime said, kissing the brutish ram on the cheek. He stretched back around, working his way out of Alex's lap.

"Uhn, but ... need," Alex grunted, his mind nearly gone, a river of pre running down his length, dripping down past every vein, rolling down his sack, pooling on the tiled floor.

The calico grabbed his cell from a nearby table and he dialed, lost in thought.

"Subject 7's about complete, we just need to wait another-"

"Want fuck," the thick, gravelly bass of the ram echoed in the room.

"Half hour or so before his mind's fully pliable, but given the restrai-"

The floor cracked under the force of the ram's legs, the beast easily rending the steel chair that had kept him down. As he rose, Jaime lost the feeling drain out of his legs, backing into the table.

"E-Easy there big guy, why don't you just-" he stammered, seven and a half feet of pure muscle bearing down on him, "sit back down, huh?"

The ram snorted, reaching out, he threw the kitten on the table like a ragdoll. The beast worked a finger under the zipper of Jaime's suit, and effortlessly tore it, throwing half of the suit behind him.

There Jaime was, finally nude, vulnerable. His legs were left straddling the beast's waist, the head of its cock resting against his chest. Alex wrapped a hand around the kitten's face, wrenching his thickened thumb down the calico's throat. Jaime bit, but the beast didn't even register the pain as he held a slender ankle in his vice-like grip.

The beast slowly drew his hips back, dragging his length down Jaime's body, past his toned stomach. Jaime twitched forward, gagging himself as the ram touched his flare against him. Even as pre was dripping down, the ram grunted, taking all of his effort to force the head in.

"Tight."

Jaime grunted in pain, stretched by the flare alone. Alex grunted as he worked down to the ring, halfway down. Wordlessly, without notice, the ram forced the kitten down to the hilt. Jaime screamed, his cries muffled by Alex's thumb.

The beast began to thrust, his seed churning in the calico's stomach. Jaime's body didn't resist, the bucking ram behind him causing his cock to drool . He started to suck on the ram's thumb, another hole filled.

In moments of lucidity, the calico would look down, noticing his swimmer's figure slowly melting away. The sheer volume of Alex's seed had started to force his stomach outwards.

At thirty seconds, it was the bloat after a decent meal.

At a minute, it looked like he had swallowed a basketball whole.

At the third minute, the beast grunted, the massive spheres clenching. Jaime screamed in pleasure, he was a bitch, the stud's living condom, a fuckhole. The calico's eyes rolled back in his skull as the pressure became too much for them both. The back-pressure forced the beast's shaft back out, cum flooding out of the kitten's gaping hole. The beast howled, pumping the massive length with one hand.

The beast looked in the mirror, with the reflection of his bitch behind him.

The bitch didn't have enough yet, the calico needed to have his throat scraped.

The ram stomped back over to the table, effortlessly lifting his pet by the collar. With a grunt, he forced it down his throat. It bulged, but the kitten didn't resist, he knew his place. The pet wrapped his hands around Alex's ass, using the leverage to force more of the veined girth into him.

He reached the hilt easily, drowning in the smell of his master's musk. The ram grunted, forcing the bitch forward with his palm as his balls clenched again. Cum flooded out of his nose as Jaime's bright blue eyes sped their way towards the ceiling. The calico fell backward, the flare falling out of his mouth.

The beast curled over, satiated.