Body Issues Chapter 2
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The second chapter of Body Issues
Body Issues
Chapter 2: Compound G
"Barron, you know that I trust you implicitly, after all high school would've been a nightmare without you. But why in the fuck do you have a fucking surgical table in an "off-limits" back room and why am I strapped onto it?!" I exclaimed. "You still look so cute when you're angry, like my own little brother, except he'd actually size me up. You're a bit short. Anyway, the reason you're strapped down is that this _may_cause some unforeseen side effects."
I shot him a look. "It better not. I'm just sick of being so scrawny. Nicknames like "bean pole" and "shrimp" just get to me."
"I said that it may cause side effects_,_not that it will. But one last reminder. Are you 100% certain that you want this? I could design a plan for you. Workout regimen, diet, stuff like that." He said.
"I'm sure. I won't have time with all my classes, and everything I've tried on your watch has failed, remember? You have a list of about 10 failed regimens." I said matter-of-factly. "Oh right, the list. Well, you're right, but once this happens, there's no going back." Barron said.
I nodded my head. "Do it. Whatever the result, you at least tried to help me for an eleventh time."
Barron nodded back at me, going over to a table covered with surgical tools. He picked up a syringe, the needle about an inch long, along with a vial of some glowing orange substance. Filling the syringe, he walked over to me and produced a tourniquet from inside the lab coat he was wearing. Rubbing some alcohol on my arm, matting down my copper colored fur, he searched for a vein for a few seconds before finding one. "You ready, bud?" he asked me. "Go for it." I replied, immediately feeling the needle go into my arm. As Barron pushed the plunger down and extracted the needle, he made sure I could still see straight before helping me stand up, removing the tourniquet. "How do you feel, man?" Barron asked. "So far, okay. I think I'm gonna be--AAGH!" I grunted, falling to my knees. "My body...on fire." I managed to get that out before something even weirder happened. All my veins suddenly stood out against my fur, giving off a faint orange glow before the real pain began.
It started with my neck and shoulders, growing broader and heavier, followed by my arms, my biceps and triceps doubling in size and my hands and wrists lengthening as bones popped and shifted. My chest and stomach was next, filling out to handle the weight of my neck and shoulders. I heard ripping as my clothes started to shrink. I was now adorned with more muscle than I'd seen on any of my bullies. I felt my legs tingle as they grew in size like my arms did, leaving me breathless as I saw sinewy muscle in places I didn't even know could have it.
Finally, I stood up, knocking my head on the ceiling lamp just about level with my head. "What're the results, Barron?" I asked, noticing that along with my increased height there was a deeper voice. "Hang on, I have to get a ladder." He said, rushing to the supply closet, returning with a 15-foot ladder and a tape measure. "Let's see, from your original height of 5', you've grown to approximately 7'4" or around a 42% increase in height. Your muscles seemed to have grown an extra 40%. Pretty good from my very first test of this stuff."
I flexed and was amazed at the rock-hard muscle that was my bicep. "You can ogle yourself later, big guy. I still need to do a few more things." Barron said. But I didn't hear him. "You might have to speak up there, pipsqueak!" I exclaimed, goofily grinning.
"Okay, Ted. I admit that I deserved that. But we really have to--"
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. Barron panicked. "Quickly, hide! And don't make a sound!" he exclaimed. I promised him I wouldn't.