Drunken Lullabies #7
By Bartan Tirix

    The bear cautiously approached the workshop, scanning the area for any traps he's previously fallen victim to. It seemed like the path was clear as he carefully reached for the building's front buzzer- "Don't touch that." The white panther's voice came through a nearby speaker, making Bartan freeze in place. "Dia's been pestering me all morning, so I rigged it and the front door."
    "To do what exactly?"
    "Something I don't need data on."
    "Is that why you called me? You wanted another guinea pig?"
    "No- well, yes. But I think it's something you'd enjoy, and I don't mean in a 'I don't like it but I really really do' type of way." Those four ears spaded at the speaker and Linet's vocals. "So if you don't mind, take one step to your left." He followed her instructions. "Maybe another half of one."
    "Do I really want to know-?" The ground suddenly dropped underneath the bear as he yelped loudly, sliding down a metal vent of sorts and into a soft ballpit. Digging his way out in a little bit of a panic as he observed what... Honestly looked like an underground lab of sorts. "...Things make a lot more sense now."
    "They probably do." She teased from afar, focused on her workbench with many different sized glass tubes covering the surface. That of which you'd probably see a mad scientist working with; different color liquids and all, worrying the bear as he gazed around the area. "This is where I tend to do a lot of the more... Let's call it, Possibly Dangerous experiments."
    "I'm not sure I want to know." Bartan grumbled, looking at the rather high ceiling. "How does this even fit under your-?"
    "It doesn't." She stated bluntly, but rather happily, getting a syringe ready and loading it with a slightly pink fluid. "When I started getting requests that could possibly threat reality around us, CWB [Counterweight Bartan; the six legged one that is not this furball] made me a separate workstation to satisfy our needs."
    "That being here."
    "Yep. And 'Here' being outside of a universe. So if something does go horribly wrong, it doesn't break anything or anyone."
    "Besides yourself? Or anyone in this lab?"
    "There are safety measures that will eject us out of it if we are threatened with evisceration." A slightly worried whimper from the bear, especially at how calmly she stated that. "It even has backup time periods so I don't lose my work."
    "Helpful. But... What did you need me for?" The white panther just stared at him for several moments as those four ears spaded. "You're trying to think of a different word for guinea pig, aren't you?"
    "And you're trying to think of a way out of this place."
    "-I am now." Bartan admitted, getting her to chuckle. "Why can't you get Dia for once?"
    "Because he's a Cryo. It won't work on him."
    "Beo?"
    "Terrasque."
    "Kindle?"
    "Volratter."
    "Thea?" Linet just stared at the bear for a moment and he sighed. "Okay fine, but why me?"
    "Because A: you're like the only one who's biology hasn't been either remotely screwed or altered-" A snout toss from Bartan.
    "You can literally pull my tail and change nearly anything I am or can do, how is that 'normal enough' for this?"
    "And B:" The tirix continued, ignoring his point. "I really think you're going to like it."
    "Why?" He snorted.
    "Because you've been crushing over PSO2's Banshees and Bansers for over a year now." Those four ears perked and the male began to blush, remaining silent as she gestured towards what was basically a large stage. Making Bartan whine as he looked over it and then back at the syringe she was still holding. "I think that look counts as consent." The black spotted one chuckled, getting a whimper in disappointment from the larger male. "I mean it though, I'll make it up to you."
    "What exactly are you expecting this to do?" The bear grumbled, but walked towards the platform. "And please spare me the science."
    "Rapid muscle growth and possibly alter your body in a few ways." A shy whimper from the bear as he tried to keep his tail from wagging in excitement. "But, like before, I want to observe it and take notes."
    "F-fine." Bartan tried to grumble. "Give me the shot."
    "I already did." A double take from the furball as the spotted panther was setting up a few things, including a little recording device and rolling the many cameras viewing the stage. "I'm that good at giving a shot." A snout toss from the male as attempted to sit still, trying to detect any changes in his body while she spoke into the mic.
    "RMG version 0.023.1 trial one. Subject: Bartan One. Willing to participate. Though it can be difficult to tell through his coat, the subject is quite thin for a bear. Next to nothing for built muscle mass-" The furball snorted in response, making Linet smirk at him. "Injected with 3cc of current version in the left thigh, awaiting results." She glanced over at the bear, who was looking at his left haunch to feel out where the tirix placed the drug. "It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't feel it, I've gotten quite good at it."
    "Do you do it that often?"
    "More often than you think, but also studied how to do it properly. Practiced it for about four hours total, then on a few willing targets. A few unexpected just to see, and yeah." Linet shrugged, getting a slightly worried look from the furball. "Rarely did I actually inject them with anything though. More or less to see if they felt anything. You wouldn't believe it to look at them, but under the scales dragons are quite sensitive-" A sudden pant from Bartan got her ears to perk up, watching him take a rather rooting stance to keep himself braced as the panther spoke into a microphone. "Subject has started to feel some side effects. Can you tell me anything B?"
    "H-hot..."
    "Where? Around where I placed the shot?" A whimpering nod followed by several pants as the solid white one motioned where it was. "According to him, it even seems to be spreading along his body." She reached inside his coat to observe that hindquarter. "Still no development, perhaps the delay agent helped; allowing a more steady overall growth instead of a wave through the body." Another whine from the furball as he motioned towards his chest as those pants turned into... Pleasureable huffs, make those four ears lower and blush while that tail wagged.
    "P-L Agent 663 seems to be quite effective at a 1:12 ratio, though perhaps too much. Bartan, are you feeling any pain?" He attempted to answer but all that came was a straining whimper, instead using a head shake motion. "Subject is unable to communicate vocally but is breathing normally. Perhaps it's been elevated due to the P-L Agent. Side effects thus far are heavy breathing, but..." She reached into a pocket and pulled out a stethoscope, using it to examine his fluffy chest. "Not quite gasping for breath, though intaking as if preparing for a lot of energy consumption. Heart rate is accelerated, but not at dangerous levels. However, they're getting louder...?"
    A low growl from the large male concerned her at first while still listening to his chest, though such alarm was forfeit when Bartan began purring deeply. Back to observing the deep muscle, she released puzzling noise of enjoyment while smiling. "It appears to be focusing on the core first, then spreading outwards. The heartbeat is getting quite significantly louder."
    "W-what... Does...?"
    "It means the growth is focused on a very important part first." A whimper in question from the male as he felt his chest begin to feel tight. Though not exactly... 'Compressed'. Actually lifting his head to observe a thing for himself and with a paw with the small female as it pulsed larger and larger. Sending a ripple of sorts through his insides, stretching them out but adding mass in place, causing that 'core' to grow slowly at first as each pulse began reaching out further and further.
    Taking no time at all to start to see a significant change in the furball's chest; appearing through his already thick coat as it descended downwards. Bulking up and slightly squaring out between his legs as the furball whimpered in question. Still blushing and panting heavily as the pulses reached outwards like a steady radio signal. "Interesting..." Linet observed, taking a step back and overlooking his shoulders.
    Such joints began to round out and shape themselves through the fluff. Broadening as they acted like antennae to strengthen the signal, sending it downwards and causing the muscles they passed through/over to thicken up as well. The bear's biceps enlarging at a steady pace, along with his tris. Making the male they were attached to look at them with a bit of worry, yet excitement, as he met the smaller one's red gaze. "Any pain?"
    "N-no..." Bartan whimpered shyly, those ears lowering and telling her a rather familiar message. "Though... Stiff. Dense."
    "As if you've been exercising a lot." Linet added, getting that nervous nod as an answer while she looked between his hind legs rather calmly. Making Bartan whimper with embarrassment, now noticing how deep his vocals were getting. "Yeeep. That's to be expected, don't worry bear."
    "I-it's not something I can help." He half grumbled, knowing quite well what was peeking out of that swollen sheath of his. But the spotted one's chuckles did make him feel a bit more comfortable about that red rocket showing; growing in pulses like the rest of his body. Finally receiving the signals that accelerated such a thing and making his purrs significantly louder.
    Slowly Bartan's body was growing larger with every breath, getting the tirix to attempt to measure it using a small laser. "Subject's growth has finally synchronized. Biceps seem to be growing at an inch radius per 1.25 seconds. So far still no pain?" A head shake in response. "Discomfort?" A bit of a shrug that time as the bear's head lowered. "Are you holding yourself back?" A whimper that time. "Don't. It'll likely come out a lot more naturally if you let yourself go."
    As awkward as it was for Bartan, he nodded in agreement. Releasing all restraints aside from the ones trying to keep him standing. His huffs turned into blissful whines, forcing his enlarging body into a rhythmic motion to help it through. Muscles from all over slightly accelerated in growth; from those shoulders, biceps, tris and forearms. Even down to the paws and claws, digging into the floors as his mass continued to climb.
    That chest widening still, almost forming dense swollen pecs within the heavy coat. The bear's neck thickening up, spreading his signature black collar 'cuffs' to stretch out and enlarge with the rest of his body. Reaching up to his skull and increasing its overall volume hold before his brain, then focusing on that snout. Working with the scrunched upper lips as it elongated; the tight snarl-look making it easier for the beast's teeth and fangs to grow ever so slightly as well. Increasing the length of his overbite as a heated cloud left with his exhales.
    Down along the backside, the male's coat seemed to be getting thinner in comparison. Growing ever so slightly, but taking a very back priority compared to the bear's muscle growth; allowing them to appear through much denser within the white forests. His back-shoulders and muscles flexing hard as Bartan took the four-legged stretching position for a few moments, holding them back until they were relaxed and able to grow once again. Along their underside came rows upon rows of abs that were barely made shown, creating stepping stones towards what was now a fully exposed canine tool; one designed by a very bored dragon of sorts. But we'll get to this later.
    Further down, those haunches were swelling out. Becoming round but sculpted as they pulsed with increasing power, causing the rest of the hind leg to follow suit. Bulging around the 'knee' and below it, as the coat nearly struggled to contain the mass increase. The toes stressed as they received each ripple, claws growing from it and raking lines into the stage. Then finally for the backside; that tail, swinging wildly while aiding each wave to surge through it. Thickening such an appendage up as it occasionally flicked, allowing the fluff around it to actually increase as it grew longer and longer, sweeping the floor in a wide arc as it was affected.
    Then the furballs; swinging heavily between those hind legs. Pulsing what seemed to be fuller and fuller, becoming large and plump while the fluff that divided the pouch seemed to grow longer. Leading underneath the large sack and reaching up to that thickened sheath, one that was lightly struggling to contain such a fleshy rod and knot. Growing with the rest of his body, though lagging behind everything else. Resulting in being a bit of a late bloomer.
    The bear's weapon continued to grow as he panted. Needing to sit down and observe it for himself, squatting on that large pouch and releasing a deep whimper while a jolt of orange shot into his now built underside. The canine-like tool throbbing with every breath as the girth increased, it's length reaching out farther and farther. The large fleshy spines that covered it increasing as well towards the end of the pulse, as if receiving an echo once that signal reached the dripping tip. Able to easily reach the bottom of the bear's ribcage when pressed up against his abs.
    A few more pulses and the signal began to fade, allowing Bartan to take several deep needed breaths to calm down. Though he wasn't the only one who was blushing, feeling quite the gaze over his tool; specifically on the bulge along it's base. Taking a few moments and the bear's questionable stare for Linet to snap out of it and shake her head quickly. "Fascinating." She cleared her throat. "How do you feel?"
    It took the beast a few moments of studying himself now that the pulses stopped fading. Trying to think of the correct words, and eventually speaking them in a slightly deeper voice than normal. "Tight, but not constraining. Though..." He looked over himself for a moment, getting up and starting to walk around. "Powerful. Very powerful."
    "You look it." The tirix teased.
    "I feel like I need to hold even my very steps or else I might crack the floor." A shiver of excitement went through the bear's back, causing his fluff to puff out but quickly show off his new found shape. "Is... Is this what Beo feels like all the time?"
    "All the time." Another tease as she chuckled.
    "How long is this going to last?"
    "That's one thing I wanted to measure. Speaking of..." She trotted towards a drawer and got out a tailor's (measuring) tape, then back to the quite puzzled furball. Not even stopping to ask before moving under the large one and sliding the soft ribbon around his knot, making him hiss as they pressed against his sensitive ridges. "Wow..."
    "Can't you measure that digitally?"
    "Some things are just more fun the old fashioned way." The tirix mentioned rather quickly, hearing the bear grumble in response as she retrieved her answer. "That would be... 30 and a half centimeters in diameter." A blank stare from Bartan. "12 inches."
    "So, about a foot?"
    "Y-yes. It's quite..." She cupped the large bulge gently, trying to support its weight. "Heavier than I thought. Must be really... Dense." The two panted for a moment. "Want to see if we can make it bigger?" A large double take from Bartan that actually caused the stage to shake a little, though not getting her attention. Actually, the spotted panther was trying to hide her chuckling reaction.
    "W-what!?"
    "I... May have gone out of my way to make one specifically for..." An attempted lift on the bear's equipment, barely getting it to sway as it twitched in excitement. Still dripping those orange fluids onto the stage as it struggled to contain such backed up pre. "Want to try it?"
    "Do I really have a choice?" The large one snorted, moving back towards the center of the stage as the tirix walked beside him and cupped that polar muzzle.
    "Yes, but I'll make it up to you."
    "More so than already?"
    "A lot more so. Even throw in a bonus because..." She blushed, nearly whimpering and getting him to grumble. "Please?"
    "So long that it doesn't get so big that I can't move-"
    "I make no promises." She said rather chipper, actually stunning him for a moment while she moved over towards the workbench and taking an already prepared needle. Meeting his glare of disapproval and nearly reading his mind. "Yes, yes. I prepared ahead of time, expecting this to work."
    "I'd ask how you even learned how to do these things, but..." A noise in question from the small one as she approached the rather muscular bear.
    "But?"
    "But this isn't the series for character development or backstory." Bartan snorted, feeling the needle that time in his sheath and grumbling a little bit. Waiting to move until she pulled it out with a smirk over her muzzle and taking the mic in hand once again.
    "RMG-P version 0.001.1 trial one. Subject: Bartan One. Willing to participate once again. Dose: 1 CC. Very experimental, but only an offset to the standard 0.023.1 version. It is possible the two may collide, resulting into some... Interesting side effects, but he agreed knowing the consequences-"
    "Ooooof course I did." Bartan grumbled, soon releasing a little bit of a heated breath while the tirix put on a strange wristwatch of sorts. Still speaking into the mic.
    "Though normally I stay out of experiments, for once I would like to participate. For safety, I've equipped a P.K.I.N. shield to reduce any possible crushing damage. Speaking of damage, flooding is expected." A little bit of a whimper from the bear as he felt that sheath get really warm, letting it spread through his flesh and that large pouch. Watching her with both a bit of confusion and concern as Linet set down the mic, held a button on that watch for a few moments until she shimmered once, then walked towards the massive tool. Laying on her back and sliding underneath it; her head along the knot and embracing it.
    Softly, the spotted panther circled her paws around the large bulge, studying the shape of it up close without testing the ridges too much. Almost embracing the thing that was nearly the size of her entire torso while that snout bunted his thickening sheath and heavy pouch. The length of his shaft easily reaching past the rest of her lower body, but still feeling her tail run through the constant dripping of orange leaking from that canine tip.
    It started slow at first, but the pulses from the injection were soon detected from her hold alone. Even though the forcefield she could feel it, as the bear began to growl deeply with pleasure. Almost swaying in thrusts to allow the growth to process easier, sliding the tirix below along the floor very faintly... At first.
    The surges came like a heartbeat, echoing through the entire shaft starting from the sheath and rippling outwards. Feeding into those already stuffed balls and forcing them to grow larger and fuller as they slowly descended towards the floor. While the pulse in the other direction seemed to focus more on length and girth increase, reaching the tip before venturing back to work on the larger spines.
    With every deep huff, came two heavy throbs. Allowing the bear and panther to witness the growth in real time; the tip starting to reach up to Bartan's muscled chest while still leaking juices. That knot enlarging greatly within the female's grasp, getting close to the width of a car tire; unable to reach her other paw as it continued to thicken up while she lapped at it. Trying to contain her own excitement as Linet clawed at it, accidentally hitting one of those ridges and getting a heavy growl in response. "S-sorry!"
    "A-..." A heavy pant from the larger beast. "A-again...!" A slight whimper in confusion from her, but she started to stroke those sensitive ridges; a series of vertical depressions along the sides of the knot. Easily able to see the male's full body flex and brace as an immense wave of bliss rippled through his body. Clawing into the floor (again) and firing off a large torrent of orange ahead of him. Even curling his head forward where he sprayed his own snout with precum.
    Which soon turned to a few licks along that opening, self serving that enormous weapon as it continued to grow. Easily getting so dense that it reached the floor on it's own; unable to hold it up without the aid of another limb. His balls filling up the space between his hind legs, pressing against Linet's head as she lapped at the knot's 'hilt' (top; just before the sheath's opening ends). Easily pressing against the floor as that pouched ballooned outwards, but showing nothing in terms of durability loss.
    However, a wave of concern fell over Bartan. Trying to pry himself from drinking his own addictive candy-flavored release. Waiting for a little bit longer so he could lap at his own tool, feeling it continue to grow forwards almost faster in pulses! Thicker and thicker as his own paws grasped the shaft of it. Sliding those digits between the large spines, stroking the rows and lightly tugging on their soft fleshy form.
    But the longer he waited, the more he could make out the tirix' body below him. Prying himself away from his own pleasure with a very angry growl and starting to step aside, which was much harder than with such an enhancement. Granted, what little progress he made, he felt Linet move with him. Getting the beast to growl in frustration. "Come on, you. Get out of there before it crushes you under its weight-" A stroke along those ridges interrupted him, teasing the furball heavily as he nearly released a muffled roar.
    "I'll be fine, don't worry about me." A growl in response. "Personal forcefield, it'll stop any crushing weight past 20lbs." It wasn't an answer Bartan liked to hear, but his mind was just too fogged up to argue. Slowly resting his weight over her and feeling the smaller one purr through his sheath and flesh as it pulsed. Sending those ripples that further increased the bear's package and aided in it's growth.
    And growth was nearly an understatement at this point! Each wave nearly pushing that tool out in all directions by at least 3 inches! Length, height, girth, all being pushed outwards to upsize the bear's already massive tool! Likely getting close to his own body's volume if you count his balls, a bit concerning, yes, but... Damn did it ever feel so good! The constant rubs, licks, and kisses from the tirix, Bartan's own strokes along his shaft! That swelling pouch lifting up his tail with it's roundness!
    A heavy wave passed through him, indicating a climax incoming. Causing the beast to curl forwards and embrace that massive weapon tightly and finally realize that he couldn't quite reach the floor with both paws any-longer. Barely able to do so with his hind legs as his pouch continued to push him upwards little by little! Trapping the panther between it's plushy fluff and that boulder of a massive knot! Able to barely hear her own blissful cries of excitement beneath the bear's balls churning, prepping for 'flooding'.
    Yet, the growth didn't stop! If anything, it was getting faster and faster! The ripples dissolving through the flesh as it just became a steady increase, inching closer and closer to the end of the stage as the tip released thick ropes of pre! That tail swaying wildly over the massive pouch; easily the volume of several vans combined and enlarging! The beast feeling that point of no return coming as the tirix below him shifted around, concerning him enough to hold the river back.
    Detecting Linet's upper body out in the open space, sliding out between his bloated furballs and that car-sized knot. Able to reach one of his ridges once again and doing so softly with a single paw, overwhelming the beast into whimpers as he shifted around trying to get her to stop. Stimulating the male that he rushed right past that climax point!
    Yet, the spotted one didn't stop. Constantly stroking the sensitive area as everything continued to grow larger and larger! Already beginning to flood the floors of the lab as the panels began to flip sideways; activating those precautions and redirecting all the orange juices elsewhere. Stroke after stroke tormented the bear as that fluffy pouch self-inflated on top of the growth! Being manipulated to produce more and more cum to release while that 'tower' (more of a skyscraper at this point) pulsed immensely! Feeling like it was adding a dozen cubic feet in volume with each whimper!
    That tip reached well off the stage, pressing against the wall and curling up it! Slowly climbing while sliding the beast backwards; easily causing that massive pair of balls to slide off of the platform. Running into cameras as they continued to observe, watching the small panther continue to tease that macro package with a muscled bear attached to it. Letting him continue to beg as she influenced his body to make the incoming climax a biblical flood!
    Eventually Linet's rubs weren't enough, and the dam burst open! Thickening that ridiculously large tool up even further, like a long balloon inflating until the very tip where it looked like five dozen firehoses fired all at once! Releasing a river of translucent orange upwards into a monsoon of cum over the entire stage! Sprays branching out upon impact to the high ceiling, causing the fluids to reach much farther across the lab!
    The rest of floor panels took the same precautions, saving the majority of a mess while the beast continued to release for what felt like several minutes! Those balls slowly draining while that tool continued to pulse and jerk, releasing that river in thick surges. All while the tirix watched from several steps away, finally prying herself out from under the knot and watching it intently. Her own paw cupping herself as those red discs focused heavily on that bulge, contracting like a large heartbeat as tankards of cum passed through it.
    Eventually (after several minutes of 'observing') Linet snapped out of it, and the beast's climax started to slow down. Reducing that output from a large condensed rainstorm to a steady small waterfall against the wall. Watching the muscled bear huff heavily against his fleshy 'bed', still twitching from such overstimulation and very slightly growing. Releasing a whimper when he felt another touch from the smaller female. "Well, that was certainly some promising results." She chuckled. "More tests are needed to see if it had any actual reaction with the first variation." Another whimper. "However, that was just one CC..." A whine in question from Bartan.

"Want to try two?" A sharper one. "3? 5? 10? Let's go with 10 and see what happens."