Bio-Ethics
There are some very distinct disadvantages to being a student in university. Aside from the rigours of classes, the constant stream of homework, and the immense social pressure of peers to conform to some group, there's the issue of money. A student can never have enough money to spend, and unfortunately for the average university attendee, he can never get the money he needs. He's forced to try and save up a bit of cash over the summer, or take a job working in the school cafeteria and serving dollops of mash potatoes to his classmates. If he's lucky, he might even get to work in the registrar's office, where students come to grumble about the problems that the people in that very office cause.
Stephan McCallister was not a fortunate enough individual to have a job on campus. He wasn't even lucky enough to get a summer job. He survived on what little cash he could, given to him by his parents as an allowance, something he wished they had stopped when he was 12. But now, 22 and in University, the red fox still lived on his parents' income, and he hated every minute of it. The blue button down he wore on his lean torso was a birthday gift from his father. He'd owned the faded black jeans that covered his twig like legs for over four years, his height having capped when he was sixteen at five foot nine. And unlike many others of his species, he could not afford the luxury of special conditioners and shampoos, and so his tail looked ragged, odd strands of red or white fur sticking out at bizarre angles. It was the perfect marking for how disheveled he was, both inside and out.
Biology wasn't a great choice for him as a major, and in general the difficulty of the subject and the extreme competitiveness of his field only added to his woes. But he was determined to stick through with it until the end, to prove to his parents that he could in fact be something more than a soda jerker at a local fast food chain. His parents really didn't have many expectations for their only son. They were much more content to lavish their attention on his older and more successful sister, already married and with two kits to her name. He'd lived in her shadow long enough to know that no matter how successful he became, he would probably never amount to much of anything in his parents' eyes.
The idea of applied genetics and body modification appealed to him greatly, which is why he had decided to try his hand at biology in the first place. He was fascinated as to why some family members end up so different from their siblings, and in some cases drastically different from their parents. He looked like a spitting image of his father, green eyes and curly blond hair that would likely fall out when he reached thirty. The only thing that kept him distinguishable from his father in fact was the pot belly he lacked, but that his father toted around with a perverse pride. From his mother, Stephan had inherited no physical traits it seemed. Those had all been spent creating the perfect daughter.
He had made very little headway in his more-personal studies however. Three years into university, and his professors were still teaching basic things like cell structure, or how cancer affects rats. Certainly he found these topics interesting, but not to the degree that he would have enjoyed topics on DNA and genetics. In his fifth semester, he had approached one of the staff members and asked if there was someway he could be allowed to do research on the subject, but had been rejected due to his average grades. The professor - a mouse who specialized in cancer and who was fully aware of the irony of his testing - recommended to Stephan that the eager fox look into the local papers for any sort of scientists or doctors who might be looking for lab assistants. Perhaps one of them, the mouse stated -- half-heartedly -- would be able to help provide materials for genetic studies.
That was how Stephan managed to find the help wanted ad that led him to the run-down office of Dr. Ethan Engle. In an already shady and dilapidated section of town, the good doctor's building stood out as being particularly grungy, large sections of brick and mortar having crumbled away and still lying at the steps that led down to the grimy front door. Just touching the rusted bronze doorknob made Stephan feel a bit sick. He wiped his paw off on the newspaper clipping after entering the building, and closed the door by kicking it shut behind him.
Surprisingly, the insides of the office building he entered did not look nearly as run-down as the outer shell. The floor looked freshly mopped. The chairs of the waiting room looked fairly new. Even the fluorescent lights that hung overhead gave steady streams of light -- totally bereft of the "B-movie" sci-fi flick Stephan had imagined himself walking into. The emptiness of the room laid out before him didn't register very much in his mind -- this place was off the map and far enough from the main road leading out of town that he wagered not many people would know about it. As he strolled up to the receptionist area, his nose twitched. He caught the scent of something in the air that made his groin tingle: something manly was somewhere near. With a grunt, he adjusted himself as he reached up, reminding himself that he hadn't gotten off in a couple of days, and gently rang the bell on the counter in front of him, noticing that the receptionist was nowhere to be seen.
A couple of moments later, a young mink dressed in the cliche nurse's outfit stepped into the receptionist room from an adjoining room and asked cheerfully, "Can I help you, sir?" Stephan cleared his throat and held up the newspaper clipping he had brought with him, eliciting a nod from the young, voluptuous female on the other side of what appeared to be thick bullet-proof glass. She stepped up to her desk and laid a clipboard on the counter between them, sliding it underneath the two inch wide opening. "Please sign in here; the doctor will be out to see you shortly."
Stephan took pen in paw and looked down at the simple sign-in sheet. He filled in his name in th appropriate box. When the sheet asked him for the time he arrived, he glanced up at the clock on the wall above the window, reading the time to be just a hair past 4:00 in the evening. That gave him just about three hours before the beginning of his next class. The fox nodded to himself and sighed as he finished signing in and sat down in a chair near the receptionist window.
A couple of moments passed before he began to hear footsteps coming in his direction from the doorway to the left of the receptionist desk. Stephan looked expectantly at the door as it swung open wide, and what met his eyes made his jaw slack a little. He checked himself, ensuring he wasn't drooling as the most amazing specimen of Clydesdale ever to grace his eyes clopped heavily from the hallway behind the door. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a doctor's coat -- no shirt (let me reiterate that: no shirt) -- the doctor flashed a dazzling smile in Stephan's direction. He looked to stand every bit of seven feet tall, and filled that coat to the point that it stretched across his broad shoulders. It was open in the front, exposing the chestnut coloration of his thick, round, pecs and the cobblestone walkway that made up the stallion's abdomen. A long, well-kept mane fell back over his shoulders, parted perfectly between his two pert, long, fuzzy ears. But what caught Stephan's attention the most were the doctor's dazzling, deep blue eyes. Pools of azure that seemed to draw his very soul into their depths. He reached an amazingly-thick arm out that seemed to stretch for miles to the shorter fox and smiled that smile again as he nodded in welcome. "I am Doctor Ethan Engle," the Adonis rumbled, his voice filled with deep, grainy bass. "You must be Stephen. Thank you for applying to be my assistant!"
Stephen really tried his best not stare at the doctor, but failed so completely that he was not surprised when the Clydesdale chuckled at his gawking face. The fox got the distinct impression when he finally managed to look at Dr. Engle's face that the horse was quite used to open mouthed, slack jawed stares of admiration. The university student was rather glad the doctor didn't flaunt his size anymore than the lack of shirt - Stephan was positive that he would blow a load if he saw that mountain of pectorals start flexing. With his wits slowly returning, the fox managed to respond, albeit with stutters and his paws nervously wringing the worn newspaper clipping.
"Hello, sir," he meekly replied, feeling like he'd just lost all respect he could possibly earn in a first impression. "I'm greatly looking forward to being able to work with you." The Clydesdale's heavy palm landed on Stephan's shoulder, and though no pressure was applied, the fox winced automatically. For everything he was worth, he could not make himself look at the doctor directly in the eyes. He so desperately wanted to, but the fear of disappointing this hulk kept him from making further eye contact.
Stephen's overall anxiety did not seem to phase the doctor though, he continued to smile in that way only somebody who knows they are a perfect specimen of male flesh can. "I bet you're eager to see what you'll be doing for me, so I'll give you a quick tour of the lab we'll be working in. The office is a bit small, unfortunately, and the government refuses to fund my research, so most of the equipment I've purchased on my own funds." Dr. Engle chuckled, while Stephan shuddered at hearing the thunderously deep laughter. The poor fox ached with need, but did his best to contain himself, and keep his paws hanging in front of his crotch to cover up what must be an obvious bulge as he followed the doctor through the door, leaving the waiting room empty once more. They rounded a corner, leading to a heavily locked wooden door. Stephan counted three different key holes, in addition to two different number combination pads. While keys jangled, the doctor blocked the view, preventing Stephan from seeing how the wheels scrolled into the correct number combinations. The door swung open soundlessly into the stone walled testing lab.
"The security is necessary," began Dr. Engle, "because some of the research that goes on in this lab can be considered 'illegal'. I take great pride in my job, and really hope to keep snooping eyes away from my life's work. As my assistant, you will be helping me culture and analyze samples of bacteria and their reactions to different chemical compounds. I'm working to solve or speed up the healing process for people who have suffered debilitating injuries that have left them with lost limbs or extreme muscular atrophy."
Stephan quirked a brow at this as he followed the doctor into the main lab, all of the combinations unlocked. "Pardon me for asking, sir, but that doesn't sound very illegal at all. In fact, that sounds like very admirable work!"
"My methods are a bit ... peculiar, some would say," explained Dr. Engle. "I have been working on this for nearly fifteen years solid, and have almost reached the point where the need for live test subjects is coming into question."
"Have you ever tested on yourself?" Stephan asked suddenly, wondering if maybe that was how the doctor could be so muscular, such a wonderful specimen. It didn't really make sense, but it felt like a question an intelligent observer might ask. And if the doctor had tested on himself, and gotten such impressive results, there was the chance he could do the same for Stephan.
The doctor had the decency not to laugh at Stephan's question, and the smile he gave the student was devoid of any condescension. "These muscles are all the result of hard hours spent at the gym, years and years of lifting and eating right. After all, I'm hoping to help those in need, not somebody who is able bodied and perfectly capable of handling himself." Stephan's expression turned crestfallen at the doctor's reply, and so he completely missed the devilish twinkle in the Clydesdale's blue eyes.
Mollified by the answer, if disappointed, Stephan remained relatively silent as the doctor continued to explain what happened in the lab. There were petri dishes where cells could be tested with various chemical compounds. Some flasks were filled with an assortment of translucent liquids, some of which remained at a boiling point above a line of Bunsen burners. In one corner of the room stood caskets upon caskets, each labeled with a different animal's species, followed by the word "testosterone". Stephan noted one for bulls, one for wolves, and even one smaller casket marked "Clydesdale". He didn't ask any questions about that area as much as he wanted to, and the doctor never even mentioned the storage units filled with hormones, save to point out that at some point they would need to be filled for future use. How that might happen made Stephan's overactive imagination run wild, and his pants get a tiny bit wet.
Stephan's job as Dr. Engle's assistant would be relatively simple - cleaning out dirty flasks, scrubbing any stains off the floor, handing samples that the doctor requested. He was told that if he really showed promise and dedication to the field, then he might even be allowed to help test some of the compounds when the time finally approached. "And it is rapidly approaching," Dr. Engle would say again and again, sometimes looking away and wearing something of a wistful expression. Stephan couldn't fault the man for those moments of fancy, he imagined he too would be excited and wistful if his life's ambition was coming to fruition.
The entire tour and explanation of duty took only an hour - plenty of time for Stephan to make it back to campus for his Medical Ethics class. When he mentioned that was what he was heading back for, he got to enjoy the doctor's booming laugh a third time. "Just remember that what you learn in the classroom doesn't always apply outside of it. Learn for yourself, and decide what you feel is right." And with that final piece of advice, Stephan was shown the door, given further instructions to come back tomorrow for his first day of work, and then bid farewell and goodnight.
During the bus ride back to school, and the entirety of his two-hour lecture, Stephan caught himself daydreaming about the muscular doctor. As the day progressed, it seemed that the Clydesdale decided to wear fewer and fewer articles of clothing in Stephan's mind, until by the end of class the doctor was just about to strip out of a tight black thong that barely contained his rather monstrous package. The professor ended class not a moment too soon; any longer picturing the doctor about to reveal his all to Stephan's sexually-depraved imagination, and he would have had a very embarrassing moment. With his knapsack in front of him to hide his burgeoning erection, Stephan raced back to his dorm room. He was pleased to find it empty at that moment, remembering his roommate still had night classes to attend to. He dropped his bag on the floor and flung himself onto his bed, unzipping his fly and dropping his pants in time with the mental image of the doctor releasing his ample meat. With a groan of urgent need, his paw finally wrapped around his painfully hard member, eliciting a sharp gasp from the fox. It didn't take long at all for Stephan to finally release the load that had been silently building all day, splattering his shirt with the white mess. He didn't even bother undressing as he lay on his bed catching his breath, a smile stuck on his face.
For the first time since he decided to nudge his major into Biology, Stephan awoke with a spring in his step. His eyes blinked open and gazed at the red "8:24" that greeted him on the nightstand next to his bed. He sat straight up in bed and yawned wide, stretching his arms over his head to release the sleepy feeling still plaguing his muscles. A light snoring caught his attention, and he peered over to see his roommate, Benji - a tawny coloured and slightly rotund lion - fast asleep under the covers in the bed across the room. Benji had the day off from classes today and liked to use the day to catch up on his studies -- which usually meant that he sat behind his desk all day and jerked off to porn. Stephan grinned as his thoughts immediately went back to the figure that molested his dreams all night, the enormous Dr. Engle. Boy -- now that was a hunk that could put all of the beasts that Benji used as masturbatory aids to shame!
A scent caught Stephan's nose and he looked down to realize that he forgot to take the shirt off that he was wearing last night, the dried cum caked into the cloth in a stain that trailed down along his chest. He blushed as he pulled the fabric over his head and headed towards the bathroom to hop in the shower. Dr. Engle had instructed him to be at the office at 10 AM, and Stephan planned to be there early on his first day. He stretched his arm into the glass cubicle and turned on the hot water first, then the cold, ensuring it was the right temperature. Once he was satisfied, he slid into the opposite end of the stall and groaned as he felt the steamy water hit his pelt, matting his fur down. With a flourish not seen since his first day of University, the fox gathered the shampoo bottle into his hands and began to squeeze out ample gobs of the stuff, ensuring that every inch of his fur was cleaned thoroughly. His arm brushed against his shaft as he worked over his legs, and he grinned at it, using the remaining shampoo to slicken his urgent morning wood, stifling a moan as the improvised lubricant got him thrusting into his paws in rather short order. Stephan made it to the doctor's office at about twenty past nine, and only by the grace of his bus arriving just on time. Standing outside the building, the scene had a slightly different look to it then it had the day before. Everything was still barely held together, still looked like it could be in ruins, but now he saw the bright colours in the area, and how the sun seemed to shine on everything, infusing the neighbourhood with a life so different from the bustling university campus he was used to walking around. He whistled as he opened the front door, not minding the bit of dirt that got onto his paws form the doorknob this time.
The mink receptionist was there to greet him again, wearing the exact same nurse's outfit from before. He smiled at her, even went so far as to give a bit of wink, though she didn't seem to be smitten by the fox. No doubt working with the doctor had set her standards high enough that only the most outstanding males would catch her attention. Not that Stephan was trying to flirt with her, he was just in a good mood; he felt like he was on top of the world. Everything was going to be going in the right direction from here on out. It wasn't quite genetics, it didn't have to do with familial DNA patterns, but that didn't really bother him. He was going to be working along side a man who was the stuff of wet dreams! It didn't get much better than that.
Dr. Engle, the receptionist informed the fox, was in the back working in the lab, and that it would be just fine if Stephan went in there to help him right away. With a nod and a smile, Stephan gave the mink his thanks. His tail swished behind him as he practically skipped towards the laboratory, the pungent smell of burning chemicals, combined with the acrid taste those same chemicals produced, bombarded his senses. Somewhere mixed into the scent he could catch that musky male smell still, faint but distinctly belonging to the doctor. Noticing the door was slightly ajar, Stephan pushed it open wide enough to slide through, cautiously stepping into the lab. "Hello, Dr. Engle. I'm here for today's assignments." The doctor, who was busy looking into some of the marked caskets, turned around and smiled at the fox, who almost sighed from the glorious visage of the horse. Once more, the doctor had forgone wearing a shirt, and his lab coat was slightly open too, revealing those rounded pectorals and just a teasing hint of nipple.
The Clydesdale motioned Stephan over. "Come take a look inside this container." With a bit more alacrity then would be considered appropriate, Stephan was right by the doctor's side, and with a smidgen too close to the doctor's body than what would be proper for an assistant. Inside the container, Stephan was surprised to find a murky white substance sloshing about, the incredibly strong smell of male essence assaulting his nose and taste buds. "It's 100 percent pure bull semen. Just got in a fresh batch this morning, so we'll be doing a lot of testing with it today." Stephan didn't want to ask how the doctor had managed to obtain so much of it, he felt like he would rather not get an answer to that particular question. "We need to hurry, though, or else the sample will spoil. I'm rather thankful you showed up early today, it means we'll be able to get a lot more done if we hurry." Stephan beamed at having gotten the doctor's praise so quickly.
For two hours straight, the duo busied themselves in experimenting on the stock pile of semen. One of their first attempts involved burning a small sample, to see if there were any impurities in the semen itself that could taint the host's DNA. This resulted in a rather strong and unpleasant smell that left Stephan coughing for a bit, while the doctor chuckled his amusement. "You do this enough, you get used to it." The results, the doctor explained, were actually irrelevant for this test. What mattered more was seeing how it reacted to fire, and if it burned naturally like semen should, something Stephan had never tried before because it seemed ludicrous. Satisfied with the results, the doctor instructed Stephan to add a concoction of blue liquid to the vat. This would help isolate the muscle-rebuilding proteins from the mixture. As the doctor had discovered, semen, the basest form that lead to the creation of life, contained many properties in its cell structure that enabled it to perform tasks once it reached a fertilized egg. One of these tasks included the rebuilding of muscle tissue. By adding a selection of compounds that he refused to divulge when prodded by Stephan for their names, the doctor found he could create a chemical reaction that separated these muscle-building proteins from the rest of the DNA. All that they needed to do afterwards was filter the results, and use a nitrogen catalyst to colour the proteins they would need for muscle-rejuvenation.
About an hour into this procedure, they'd managed to go through half of the casket's contents, and ended up with less than an ounce of usable proteins. Dr. Engle seemed very pleased with this weight, calling this batch a greater success than any of the others before. Stephan couldn't quite understand how such a small yield could be considered a good thing, until the horse explained that they were working with microscopic measurements. An ounce was a hefty amount of protein to get, and with all luck they would be able to get another ounce out of it. Still another hour later, they had on their paws two ounces of isolated muscle-building protein sitting in one of the petri dishes, which the doctor quickly grabbed up and rushed off with, saying that the sample needed to be refrigerated immediately, or else they would spoil. Conversely, they had several pounds of useless semen still sitting in an assortment of flasks and beakers, which he surmised would be either tested on further once it spoiled completely, or simply tossed down a drain if no use could be made of it. Looking at the musky fluids swish in the glass containers would probably have made Stephan nauseous if he was straight. Being gay certainly had many perks.
After a moment, Dr. Engle strolled back into the room and nodded at his assistant. "That should give us some significant results," he rumbled, walking over to pat the fox on the back. "Great work, Stephan. Thank you for all of your help with that."
"Of course," Stephan blushed, steeling himself to gaze up into the deep azure pools once again. "Thank you for giving me the job. This has already been an interesting day! It's not every day that I get to play in bull cum!"
Ethan chuckled at that, his deep bass reverberating through the lab. "Well, it probably won't be an everyday experience," grinned the doctor, "but you will probably get tired of the stuff working for me."
"I highly doubt that," returned Stephan, eyes widening suddenly as he mentally chided himself for possibly outing himself right in front of his brand new employer.
Thankfully, Dr. Engle either didn't notice or didn't choose to show that he did and he clapped Stephan on the back again. "C'mon," he rumbled, "we still have a lot of work to do. Clean-up is just as essential as the tests themselves!"
Much to Stephan's surprise, the remaining bull semen was not thrown out, but drained into a large vat that was placed into a freezer on the far end of the lab. Once all of the beakers were thoroughly cleaned, they repeated the process with the other specimens of male ejaculate that had been waiting their turn. His help proved effective -- Dr. Engle managed to isolate more of the protein every time the experiments were run, resulting in a much larger sample base for the final phase of this particular experiment. By the end of the day, Stephan was exhausted but left the office feeling particularly satisfied in a solid day's work. Dr. Engle seemed very pleased with his performance, and Stephan noticed that even though the doctor's manner of dress had been distracting, the shock had worn off and his throbbing erection wasn't nearly as urgent as it was the night before. This did not keep Stephan from knocking another one out before bed, however.
When Stephan roused the next day, Benji was already gone for class, which meant Stephan could hop in the shower without having to get dressed first. This was rather nice, as during the night the doctor had pervaded the fox's dreams, and a rather large mess had been made of fur and sheet during the night. At least he wouldn't have to tend to himself in the shower today, which meant he could get to the office a little bit earlier. He'd been called in for ten again, but was aiming for 9:20 again, assuming his bus was as cooperative today as it had been yesterday. He spent less time in the shower overall, the shampoo being used to wash out the dried out ejaculate from the night's emission. His tail felt fluffier than it had in months, though that was probably just his imagination. It wasn't like he was giving it any extra care. He'd barely been around the attractive doctor for two days, but just being in the presence of the hulking horse fueled Stephan with growing confidence.
He manged to get to the doctor's building at the same time as the previous day, stopping for a moment to once more look at the scenery. In his mind, there was no more erosion of buildings, no more degradation and general disrepair of property. All the fox saw was the possibility for there to be something more here, for the whole area to be vibrant and wonderful again. Granted, everything had taken on a brighter hue since he'd started looking through rose tinted glasses. Life was just going so well for him suddenly, it seemed like the world was reborn, transformed into a new place where everything would always be sparkling and fantastic, more dream than reality. The doorknob turned with ease, greased by its natural dirt.
The mink behind the counter looked a tad more glamorous today. She was wearing bright gold jewelry, and a pair of silver earrings that dangled from her ears, making them droop forward slightly. Had she always been wearing those, Stephan wondered, or were they new today? For all he knew, he'd been so spacey because of the doctor that he just never bothered to really study the mink. She caught the fox looking at her, and flashed him a warm and friendly smile. "The doctor arrived early today as well, and seems rather excited. He says that you are to go see him immediately upon entering, so go right ahead. I'm sure he'll be pleased to know you arrived early again." Stephan professed his thanks, and with a slight bow and a lavish twirl, he took off towards the lab, tail thumping against the walls as he ran.
Jubilant laughter met his ears as he rounded the corner and headed towards the main laboratory. He pried open the door and peeked his head in to see Dr. Engle bent over a microscope, grinning from ear to ear, his dazzling teeth a stark contrast to his darker horsehair. Stephan stepped into the room and closed it gently behind him, the sound causing the equine to look up from his work. "Stephan!" he exclaimed, excitement in his voice. "It worked! The proteins we isolated last night were the ones we needed! Finally, my life's work can finally be realized!"
The fox nearly whooped with joy as he raced over to the stallion's side, Dr. Engle stepping aside so that Stephan could peer into the microscope to see for himself. The sight would have made anyone else scratch their head in wonder, but the dividing cells placed between the two glass test strips made the fox gasp in amazement. "I can't believe it," he gushed, "my first week on the job and we not only finished your life's work, but now have something very reliable to base all of its uses on! You're going to be famous, Dr. Engle!"
"Correction, Stephan," grinned the doctor. "We are going to be famous. You did your part -- you're definitely going to get some of the credit!" The doctor turned away from his assistant for a moment. Stephan heard the refrigerator door open and when he turned around, Dr. Engle presented him with a glass of champagne. "To our destiny," he stated, and clinked glasses with his assistant.
"Destiny," repeated Stephan as he took the glass of champagne. "But, uh ... Dr. Engle?" A quizzical look came over the fox's features as he stared at the glass in his paw.
"Hmm?" asked the doctor, already tilting his glass back and taking a good couple gulps of the bubbly inside.
"If your work is done, then what use will you have for me?" The question rolled out, Stephan never really giving much thought to it -- his heart was swollen with joy for the doctor, but it also felt like it was being torn to shreds by the possibility of his tenure ending as quickly as it begun.
"Oh, I'm not finished with you," chuckled the doctor. "Not by a long shot. We still have lots of work ahead of us. Trust me, Stephan -- I'll need your help."
Stephan looked relieved at that and, once the doctor refilled his glass with champagne, clinked his against the stallions. "Then," he grinned, "to our destiny." He took a breath, as if he were about to plunge off a cliff, and bolted his glass back, downing the glass of champagne.
The doctor smiled behind the glass of bubbly, hidden from Stephan, who was quite happily enjoying his own glass. With an immodest burp, the fox set the glass on the counter, grinning to the doctor who had dramatically changed the fox's outlook on life. Stephan felt like he could hug the man, and be damned about the fact that his erection would likely be grinding into the doctor's muscular thighs. It would be worth it, and he could possibly explain it as just being overly stimulated from the smell of so much semen in the room. The doctor's face hazed over in Stephan's vision. "I think I drank that champagne a bit too quickly," he said with a giggle and a hiccup, leaning against the counter to help support his weight. Ethan's eyes never stopped staring at the fox, and Stephan, barely registering this fact through the clouding of his mind, felt pride that he could get the Clydesdale's azure pools to linger on him for so long. For a moment, the fox felt the need to leap into the strong stallion's arms and lose himself in those gorgeous blue eyes.
The fogginess that had clouded his mind with the pleasurable feeling of over drinking, a past time Stephan had engaged in his first year on campus, suddenly left him feeling rather dizzy. He was a light weight, as he'd learned quickly; but one glass of champagne should not have been enough to get him drunk. He tried not to think about it; focusing on it hurt his brain and sides a bit too much. His sides? That didn't make any sense. It was a strange sensation, as if something were attempting to push free of his body from the inside. With a retch, he suddenly bent in half, breaking into a cold sweat as he nearly fell to the floor. Shakes overtook his body, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Something was very wrong -- and for a moment, his brain struggled with the possibility that the doctor had poisoned him. His thoughts trailed back to the conversation he and Dr. Engle had on the first day about the security of the doctor's life work, and how he kept prying eyes at bay. Was this the doctor's way of keeping his success his and his alone to enjoy? Stephen's mind screamed that he should run, but instead he collapsed on the floor, attempting to calm his breathing while the sensations raged on inside his body. The area below his chest and arms burned, his groin seethed with aches and pleasures, as his perception of the lab seemed to be warping even further in his murky view.
The sound of ripping fabric suddenly caused his eyes to gaze down at his thin, lanky frame. He gasped in shock at what he saw as an extra set of arms grew out of the sides of his body, the sensation of his torso lengthening beginning to shred his shirt in various manners. The new limbs that formed seemed to be exact duplicates of the original set above. Without realizing how he knew, he used his new arms and paws to feel over his body, his brain momentarily trying to reason with the fact that he had two new limbs to control while otherwise trying to convince himself that this simply should not be possible. Once more, his mind clicked to a past discussion he had with the doctor about the possible usages of the proteins he was trying to isolate -- limb regrowth and curing muscle atrophy. Was he suddenly a guinea pig for the doctor's whimsy? What was in that glass of champagne?
Stephan rolled onto his back, desperately trying to take air into his lungs and not choke, those four arms all flailing around and bumping into the cabinet and walls. At one point, Stephan managed to reach out and grab at the doctor's ankle, but the stronger Clydesdale kicked off the offending grasp, and calmly took a step back. He wore that beautiful smile of his, but an odd curve at the edge of it distorted it, making it more malicious than friendly. "It's really working," he breathed, watching the fox's continued transformation.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the fox's breaths seemed to come more calmly, the shock of what was happening to him beginning to wear off. In the time it took for him to fully calm down however, his body had already undergone severe changes. The doctor had enjoyed watching as the spindly arms had bulked up, biceps pushing up against triceps that supported a second set of biceps. Two rows of flat pectorals rounding out and pushing at the remains of a tattered shirt, ripping it apart to reveal four mounds of chest muscle that rivaled the size of dinner plates. Even the baggy pants the fox wore today could not contain the sudden muscular growth of quadriceps, calf, and hamstring. Strands of shirt and trousers lay scattered on the floor around the fox, who lay on top of a broad back that propped him up off of the ground, helped by the extremely firm bubble butt that threatened to rip open the briefs that had -- so far -- survived Stephan's muscular expansion. With the help of those four bodybuilder sized arms, Stephan manged to get himself back on to his legs, wobbling a little as his body had to suddenly deal with all of the extra weight. Somehow, he seemed calm after the ordeal, though a rational part of his mind told him that he should be freaked the hell out.
"Is this the res..." whatever else he was going to say though was lost to a loud, deep moan, a sound the fox could not possibly have made before his growth. The doctor watched, eyes glued to the crotch of his assistant, as the modestly sized endowment of the fox began to lengthen and thicken. The poor briefs, already stretched tight by that taut, muscular ass, couldn't take much more, and were torn asunder, the fox's throbbing testicles swelling and sagging deeper with every beat of his heart. His sheath was also growing, deepening and lengthening, sagging further off his body. The cock inside felt alien, much too thick to be his, even as he watched it swell and grow from the musky confines of his overtaxed sheath. Yet even as that phallus lengthened, grabbing Stephan's attention, the doctor paid it no immediate mind. He was far more enthralled by the small nub forming beside the fox's cock, and the little swell that was growing out from Stephan's scrotum.
The fox reached out and grasped his huge, growing shaft with a paw, and his knees buckled from the jolt of pleasure that rocked his brain. The spongy flesh was still growing, already as thick around as two beer cans sat beside one another, and -- as Stephan's mind suddenly dawned on him -- had not reached its full size yet! Before long, Stephan's dick had gotten too big for him to hold with just one paw. The nigh-rock hard member, which had risen to the point where it could be pressed into the valley of his mountainous pecs, needed at least two paws to grip it properly, and even then it was a close call. But Stephan's other paws were far too busy fondling his still-swelling musculature, the fox absolutely blown away by the change that had erupted all over his body. In his increasing sexual bliss, he split his paws between jacking and feeling up his muscles, one paw on a pec, another on a bicep, rotating the whole mess of arms around so that they all got a chance to enjoy some combination of muscle or cock. Only when one of his arms bumped into something hot and solid did he realize that he had begun to sprout a second, massive shaft. Ethan, on the other hand, was nearly drooling at the sight of his overmuscled, oversexed assistant; his work slacks were stained with a large spot of pre that was spreading the more and more he ogled his changed partner. The doctor licked his chops, watching as that second phallus expanded and grew until it was as big as its brother, and a second sac of balls dropped down to knee length along with its playmate.
Copious amounts of pre flowed down the fox's members, dripping off his melon-sized testicles down onto the floor, where it began to pool on top of the cement. Ethan took a step back to avoid slipping in the slick stuff, the now pleasure-mad fox oblivious to anything other than reaching what would be the climax to end all others. Stephan could not focus on the doctor's laugh, nor how the horse thought out loud about what could be done with the result of his success, his mind awash in the tidal waves of pleasure emanating from his groin.
With no need for modestly anymore, the doctor removed his lab coat and stained pants, revealing the chiseled muscles the fox had been dying to see for two days, along with a bobbing member, large enough that it swelled to just the top ridge of the equine's chiseled abdominal muscles. The stallion's large, strong hands immediately went to work at his monstrous shaft, every bit as thick as Stephan's new, massive arm.
As he drank in the site of his teacher, his Dr. Frankenstein, Stephan yowled as his original cock began to erupt with hot semen, the first blast hitting the ceiling with an audible thud, and followed by four more volleys of increasing force. Cum splattered around the fox, who switched his right paws over to the second cock, so that it too could achieve orgasm. Mind overloaded with pleasure and his eyes staring lustfully at the Greek Adonis before him stroking his thick shaft to the sight of Stephan's own changed body, it did not take much work at all.
As his body's transformation slowly came to an end, Stephan kept himself bouncing from one euphoric high to the next, lost in the sheer bliss of his two insanely powerful climaxes. His muscles clenched and flexed responsively as his body shook. Even as the second cock fired out a load equal to the first, Stephan's primary cock was still dribbling out the last of his first orgasm, and was not softening in the least. Already he had his two left paws working the shaft again, while the right side busied itself with milking the currently firing cock for every last drop. His expression was devoid of anything other than sexual fervor and lust. The puddle of cum around his feet was spreading rapidly, forcing the masturbating doctor back towards the refrigerator where the tainted champagne had been prepared in advance. With as much haste as he could manage, the doctor threw open the door to the cooling unit and produced from it a small vial of viscous green fluid, sealed with glass stopper. Dr. Engle popped the top, ceasing his self-gratification momentarily for the sake of future increased pleasure.
"I never dreamed to have succeeded so quickly, and with such amazing results!" the doctor exclaimed, following his words by downing the contents of the vial. With a grunt, he tossed the empty container to the ground, the glass shattering in the pool of Stephan's ejaculate. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment, Stephan," he grinned sadistically, wiping drool from the side of his muzzle. He began to laugh, but the sound gave way to a groan of a mixture of bliss and pain, the doctor gripping the refrigerator for support to keep himself from collapsing. The puddle of Stephan's cum was now lapping at his hooves, increasing even quicker as the fox growled and fired off his third and forth loads simultaneously from his pair of cannons.
The fox was still horny as hell, but the haze from his four enormous eruptions had decreased enough that he was able to keep his focus and watch as the doctor also began to transform. His heightened lust and curiosity kept him watching, as one paw idly stroked each cock, and the upper two arms busied themselves with groping at his godlike double-chest. Slowly, the doctor's already impressive bulk simply grew larger, the already-firm pectorals ballooning upwards and outwards until it would have prevented the horse from seeing anything beneath them if Ethan wasn't currently holding his head up and whinnying from pain. The doctor's thighs shifted apart as they bloated with sinew, and then had to split further apart as his already hefty sac swelled delectably between them. In seconds, he had thighs larger around then his own waist. His biceps mounded into peaks larger than his head, the sight of which made Stephan groan with need. The fluids on the floor, which were starting to include the doctor's, were soon covering the lab from end to end.
But where Stephan expected a new set of arms to grow in on the doctor, the fox was surprised to see the horse transform in a completely different manner altogether. The hard, chiseled, muscular ass of the doctor pushed away from his torso. Loud snaps were heard as bones broke and reformed, changing the doctor's physiology completely from the ground up. The distance between ass and crotch lengthened, two large nubs growing off the back end of the horse, budding into set of full-fledged legs, as thickly muscled and finely covered in soft hair as the front set. The new limbs ended in a pair of hooves identical to the doctor's original legs, turning him into a horse-taur. As Stephan watched the beautiful scene unfurling before him, two wads of pre gushed from of his twin spires, painting the new taur's powerful torso.
Ethan had managed to stay standing by some miracle during his transformation. He tested each of his legs, stomping them against the ground to see how they felt. "Not quite what I expected," he breathed, but stopped short as euphoria shot through him, localized in his groin. The doctor's stiff cock throbbed eagerly as the serum began overhauling it, the already prodigious member steadily climbing into the territory of huge. The steel-hard member lengthened and matured, pressing at the underside of the equine's pecs momentarily before swelling yet larger and past them, the needy purple head directly in front of his muzzle. His heavy sac roiled with semen, ready to be expelled at a moment's notice. The still-changing doctor shifted his rear legs uncomfortably as a second sheath suddenly dropped free along the underside of the horse-taur's body, housing a member of equally titanic proportions, causing him to squirm and moan with the pleasure caused by the friction against his fur. The sensations kicked the doctor's libido into overdrive, and the fat length of new cock began to quickly push free of its fuzzy home, the cooler air of the lab prickling the sensitive flesh as it hardened. This rear log of horse meat extended far enough that it poked into Ethan's front testicles, a second pair having matured along with the new phallus. He had to grab at his nuts and move them to the side so that they hung in front of his right leg in order to make room for his rear cock to continue extending forward without obstruction. The shaft nuzzled the underside of his frontal cock, and made him shiver with intense pleasure.
Ethan wrapped his arms around the tower of cock in front of his eyes, squeezing it into his flexed chest. In his already overstimulated post-transformation state, that small amount of pleasuring was it all it took for him to reach his first climax. With a force greater than what Stephan had produced, the doctor's dick spasmed as it fired steaming wads of horse-essence in an arc over Stephan's head, splattering on the roof and landing atop of the fox. Simultaneously, the dick rubbing at his underside began spurting, like the two cocks were linked to a single orgasm. While shuddering from ecstasy, the doctor's four developed thighs gripped at his back cock, increasing the overall euphoric nature of the situation. Four bowling ball sized nuts bounced and jerked in two separate sacs as the horse-taur covered his assistant in sticky white fluids. Stephan returned the favour, huffing with exertion as his double sources of pride fired his semen over the torso and extension of the doctor.
With the pair's transformation complete, the two stared at one another, panting as they basked in sexual afterglow. Each regarded the other as being the most attractive creation to walk the earth, or at least second to himself. Neither went flaccid, making Stephan wonder if he would forever have erections jutting from his groin from this point onwards. The prospect made his cocks twitch, the seemingly endless supply of pre streaming down the extra long lengths, similar to the doctor's. The pool on the floor had long since seeped under the door to the lab, and probably by now the mink receptionist was aware of what was happening, if she was still in the building. No doubt the smell of musk and male essence pervaded into the waiting room, as it did in the lab itself. Stephan watched as Ethan removed some of the cum - whose it was though was impossible to say - from the horse's hair and licked off his paw, biceps and triceps subtly flexing, teasing the massive though slightly less built fox with the prospect of more size.
Not a word passed between the two. Nothing could be said that the other wasn't already feeling - want, desire, need. It was evident in the way Stephan's cocks jerked, obvious in how Ethan continued to idly rub his member against his pecs, and apparent in the flow of pre leaking from the four dicks present in the room. They took a step towards each other, hooves and feet splashing in the fluids on the floor. The doctor's step was unsteady at first, as he was unprepared to move two sets of legs forward at the same time. Instinct took over before he could stumble, though, and his second step was calculated and controlled, as natural as if he had been born a horse-taur. Stephan licked his lips, stray strands of cum sticking to his tongue. He could taste the mixture of his own semen tangled up with the doctors, a combination of salty fluids with the subtlest of distinctions. The horse's semen was slightly more bitter, Stephan found, and more to his liking. One lick led to another, the fox wiping himself clean with messy paws and consuming the spent and drying semen.
Dr. Engle soon was helping the fox with clean up, the horse's rough tongue licking over strands of matted fur on Stephan's top layer of arms, the doctor intent on getting in between the striations to leave no glob unattended to. With the doctor so close, Stephan could easily reach out with his lower arms and start taking pawfuls of cum off the horse-taur. So the pair went about cleaning each other, rubbing over sculpted backs and perfectly proportioned pecs with paw and tongue. Though they attempted to keep from touching the other's cocks, it was unavoidable. Stephan had to pull the doctor's dick away in order to grope at the older man's chest; Ethan parted the fox's rods so he could lean in between them and lick up the two shelves of chest, muzzle wedged between the throbbing members of the fox. No amount of cleaning and licking helped them, though - as long as they went at it, they were always producing more pre, getting their fur soaked in the essence that they just kept on devouring.
Stephan, pent up with rising sexual frustration, eventually grabbed at the doctor's pillar of flesh, making the horse moan and shoot a large dollop of pre over the fox's face. Stephan paid the expulsion no mind. With two paws wrapped around Ethan's length, Stephan brought the horsecock to his mouth, stretching as wide as he could to take the gigantic member into his snout. He could barely fit the head inside, but this was enough for the fox, and he growled with satisfaction as the doctor's pre went straight from the source down into his assistant's gullet. The two extra paws on the fox divided themselves between kneading the stallion's nuts and groping at shoulders and pecs, keeping the doctor shaking with lust, as well as helping the impending orgasm along.
Ethan could feel the tension rising, the burning need to erupt and shower his assistant with spunk. The doctor pried his eyes open, tried to make himself focus on what he was seeing - a four armed beast of a fox with a pair of members that would put any normal horse to shame. It was the stuff of dreams, what he'd secretly worked on for years to achieve, and his body let him know just how much he was enjoying this perversity. While Stephan's legs were being painted with semen by the doctor's lower phallus, thick torrents of cum filled the fox's cheeks, expanding them with the hot fluids, far too much for him to swallow before the next volley. This did not keep Stephan from trying however, who guzzled down as much as he could like a champ, though more flowed from his lips then went down his throat. His cocks rocked, ready to blow at a moments' notice, just waiting for a touch to set them off.
With the horse's orgasm ending, the two stepped back from each other to once more regard the stunning specimen in front of their eyes. Ethan smiled, that charming, self-confident smile that had made Stephan hard on their first meeting. "You've earned the rest of the day off I think," he rumbled. The doctor's voice had dropped another octave since his change, the richness of the base making Stephan weak at the knees with need.
"Awww," the immense vulpine protested, motioning to the clock, "but I just got here!" The truth of the matter was that only two hours of the fox's shift had transpired -- it was just a hair past noon.
"Well, if you're up for receiving a full day's pay, I suppose I can't make you leave." Stephan beamed and crossed his four arms over his massive chests as the doctor made an about-face motion with his hand. "So, in that case, turn around so I can get at that ass of yours." Wasting no time, the vulpine hulk turned around slowly, making sure that the taur would be able to see each muscle flex and rub against one another as pre once more coated his fur.
As his employer hefted his bulk up against the counter with his legs and Stephan bent over between them, the help couldn't help but stifle a low moan as he felt the enormous flared tip of the shaft behind him beginning to grind against his taut, muscular backside. It was at this point that he realized just how elated he was that his boss took great pleasure in a "hands-on" approach to employee "development".
Down the hall in the waiting room, the mink receptionist pulled her cell phone from her pocket, scrolling down her list of contacts with a grin. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of potent male musk hanging thickly in the air as she waited for the other party to pick up, gently rubbing between her legs as the testosterone in the air made her squirm.
Across town, the office phone of Professor Milo Chutney, the rodent responsible for encouraging Stephan to check the local papers to pursue his dreams, began to ring. After three rings, the mouse answered, "Hello?"
"It's done," responded the mink, biting her lower lip as she fought the urge to pleasure herself right there in her chair.
"Excellent, Meira," Milo grinned. "Proceed to Phase Two."