Stoned Science “Woah… that’s some strong stuff. Where did you get this anyway?” the collie wheezed, in between fits of coughing so badly it sounded like he had a pneumonia. He brought the blue furred hand to his mouth in between coughs, and passed the bong back to Alkali. He giggled, the gnoll’s tail swishing behind on the couch in the employee lounge. It was late, far past closing hours at GroLabs. “Special strain. GroLabs Kush. I grew it myself… heh… grew…” Al replied with a wide, hyena-esque grin. This was Sero’s first time ever smoking, much less smoking such a special strain of weed. As such Al had made the executive decision that tonight would be a special night. One where Sero could try out some particularly fun effects of these weed strains. They were both stoned out of their minds, and they’d barely been smoking for half an hour at most. GroLabs wasn’t especially known for marijuana. But it was definitely known for being the foremost marketer of size changing products of all sorts. Both the collie and the gnoll worked in the company’s R&D department. They were the first ones to come up with new growth ideas, and they were the first ones to test them too. This was merely the culmination of years of work and testing. The scientists had finally made their breakthrough. But now the bigger question was: who gets to smoke their own strain first? Sero put a hand to his chin, trying to focus through the haze of smoke. “Well… if we use up all of your macro weed right away, we can make more. But we have to use my strain tonight because it’s only effective if taken on the day of being pulled off the plant our out of the ground.” “Yours has a time limit on it?” Alkali repeated, arms crossed. Of course, he wasn’t going to take that lying down. “Well MINE is the one that actually makes us taller. The macro strain. The whole point of the project! I’ll be the first to admit, your hyper weed is going to be fun. But we didn’t have to make hyper weed, we needed macro weed.” The two scientists glared at each other momentarily… before their bloodshot eyes lidded slightly and they both grinned. “Both,” they said in unison. It seemed that great scientific minds thought alike. If one strain was good, then it followed that using two strains of growth weed at once would be even better. Foolproof logic from the smoking scientists. They packed a bowl with equal parts macro weed and hyper weed. It took quite a concerted effort for them to do; neither of them wanted to do much now that they were high. The couches were super comfy. But after minutes of effort they finally prepared the pipe and Sero took the first hit. The collie coughed, deep in his chest, but a warm fuzzy feeling settled in as he passed the pipe back to Alkali. What neither of them was aware of at that point was that these weed strains would interact oddly with each other. Much like mixing indica and sativa strains, the resulting high was not quite the same as either individual part. The effects played off each other, stronger, exponentially increasing the effect on the scientists. The macro weed kicked in first, just as the couch lock made their arms and legs feel as if they weighed hundreds of pounds. At first the warm tingling spread from the center of Sero’s chest out to his limbs. Muscles in his arms expanded dramatically, going from twigs to body builder sized with an involuntary flex of his ill-gained, massive biceps. The clothes all over their bodies tightened, ripping, thread by individual thread being stretched to their limit. The sleeves of Sero’s lab coat were shredded in an instant, and the jeans he wore below followed suit soon after. The blue and white collie stretched out on the couch, just as the wooden frame gave out underneath 10 feet of colliebulk. Sero grinned at Alkali, and Alkali grinned right back. The gnoll was making progress of his own too, flexing hard enough that what remained of the labcoat on his pecs was a mere shell of torn threads. He’d just bumped against the ceiling above, seated on the remains of his own couch. He had to be easily 15 feet tall hunched over against the ceiling. But of course, now that they were high, that didn’t feel like it’s enough. Sure, either of them could win a body building competition without even trying. Sure, they could loom over the top of a one-story house as if it were a child’s toy. And sure, their packages expanded to fill the space between their legs, basketball sized balls and a dick that could reach up to the underside of their chest. It was an absurd change. They could’ve easily stopped there, been happy with it. But that wasn’t the way either of them was likely to respond. They’d just want more. “Come on dude. We’re big enough to do it now, let’s use your entire stash all at once,” Sero said with a devious grin. Alkali considered this for a moment. He couldn’t come up with any reason why not. Most of the weed would just go bad if they didn’t smoke it. Yeah. That sounded right. “Sure,” he said with a chuckle, deep and rumbling in his chest. The gnoll wasn’t thinking straight anymore, especially not with his thigh-thick package held close to his chest. Their smoking only got crazier from there, as they used scientific glassware to put together an extra-large bong. A Bunsen burner worked just as well as a lighter, and was even necessary now that they reached such absurd sizes. Just to top it all off, the scientists filled the ‘bong’ with growth potions rather than water. After all, if you’re going to go big, they reasoned that they may as well use everything. They hunched over the lighter and began to burn away the remaining flower. Alkali took a long drag, visibly expanding as if his whole muscular body was being inflated by the smoke. But when he exhaled, the gnoll simply remained at that size. He laughed as his head pushed through the first-floor ceiling and into the lab space above. GroLabs was an enormous complex with dozens of labs; this would not be the last room that either Sero or Al would end up filling. Sero’s tail wagged as he watched Al bloat in bursts of uneven growth, shoulders widening and creating an expanding hole in the ceiling. He’d need to catch up before Al got too far ahead! There was still plenty of herb inside the bong’s bowl. So, the collie grinned greedily and set to work using up every last bit of it. The effect was most pronounced on Sero’s package first; he must’ve received a bigger dose of hyper weed than macro weed in that puff. He actually felt his feet rise off the floor as his balls sloshed, becoming an expanding seat. Sero held tight to his dick, leaning forward to lay atop his cock as best he could. He practically saw stars when his dick throbbed larger, busting through walls to grow outward into the rest of the first floor. The panting canine furiously rubbed as much of his dick as his arms would reach, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to get larger all over if he ever wanted to get off with this monster. Lucky for Sero, the uneven growth would not last forever. His body shivered from head to toe and rubberbanded back to a slightly more normal proportion, feeling as his thick back pushed upward through floor after floor of lab space. They exploded out of the laboratory together, stepping up to their full, impressive, triple-digit heights. Alkali panted as he felt his balls brush the ground. They throbbed, hanging heavy just above the tops of his feet. The gnoll held his package close, using both arms to rub up and down, ignoring that an entire city of shocked people could see every move and hear every pant. Whoops. Cars and busses disappeared between Sero’s toes as his body tensed, paws clenching around an entire city block or three. The stoned collie was practically paralyzed by his lust, flopping forward into the city with reckless abandon. He hit the ground and threw debris in every direction, covering the city in a dust cloud just before he outgrew the fog of his own destruction. Sero bucked his hips forward, grinding a crater into the city that only lengthened with each successive hump. He wasn’t the only one struggling with what to do with his endowments. Alkali grinned as his dick throbbed, pushing over a skyscraper as it tipped the huge building onto its side. Now that it was knocked over though, the stoner wasn’t able to keep his balance properly. With all his effort Alkali pulled backward to avoid falling forward onto his own package… and instead overcompensated. He pinwheeled his arms as he fell onto his back. THOOM. The city trembled, shaken straight down to the bedrock when tons of gnoll monster landed. His pinwheeling arms swatted away a helicopter by accident like a gnat. The beefy canine stuck his tongue out at Alkali before rumbling, “Hey. Think we could convince someone to make enough edibles for us to keep going?” Clearly Sero was still looking to get a little higher, to go to the moon. Literally. Alkali was in no state to argue with the canine scientist. He was too busy curled up with his dick, held close to his chest like a body pillow. The gnoll whined, “S-Sure. Our lab is down there. Just eat everything in there. Bound to be something that will make you bigger.” He really wasn’t serious about it; a half joke mixed with being distraction. But before he could explain, his capacity for rational thought was dispelled with a throb that pulsed through his package. Al licked gingerly at the tip of his dick as it bumped his chin. Sero didn’t need much convincing. He already had the munchies after all, so eating a building sounded like a great idea. The red eyed collie grinned dopily at the trail of destruction he’d created with Alkali. A steadily growing trail of stomped buildings and tiny lakes of pre. All he needed to do was stand up, follow the trail back to the lab and… ooohhh that sensation of growing felt way too good to consider movement. The friction of his dick literally growing through entire city blocks made him pant. No, he wouldn’t be standing up anytime soon. Maybe there was something else he could find instead as a substitute. A dispensary caught the blue collie’s eyes. It wasn’t anything special; just a small concrete building. But to someone as high and drunk on his own libido as Sero, it was a god sent miracle. He flicked his tongue out and slurped the building as easily as you might lick a crumb out of your hand. It would take a long time for the edibles to take effect, but Sero wasn’t nearly that patient. Now that he’d realized there might be things within arms reach to help sate his need for further growth there was nothing in the world that could stop him from taking it all. The wall of blue and white muscle reached out to systematically pick every dispensary in the city off the ground, dropping it into his eagerly awaiting muzzle. Two buildings… five… twenty… in a huge city like this, there would be no shortage of choices. And Sero wanted them all. But his attention couldn’t be kept there long once every last place to find weed was gone. Sero returned to rutting the ruins of the city as if it were a lover. It was about an hour later that the first set of edibles from Sero’s makeshift snacks would kick in. One moment he was preparing to flood the remainder of the city that hadn’t been smothered by his balls, the next his fur was standing on end and he’d broken through cloud cover. The clouds curled around his muzzle in lazy strands of white while Sero lay flat on the ground. Alkali didn’t know what was happening until he felt Sero’s hips knock him down. He was just about to turn around and give Sero a piece of his mind, when he saw the blissful expression on his friend’s face. And not just that, saw how that face continued to get further and further away from the ground. “Uh oh.” The gnoll sprinted as quickly as his bulky body would allow, trying to outrun the approaching wall of white and blue. It was a losing battle, and Al knew it. The collie’s growth only seemed to speed up rather than slow down, and his legs were getting extremely tired… a single paw smothered him, along with the rest of their state. Luckily, now that Sero’s growth spurts kicked in again, he didn’t need to get up to reach the laboratory after all. He slurped the entire city off the map just as his pecs prepared to cover the rest of it in billions of tons of rock-hard, canine muscle. As the civilization’s taste played across his tongue the enormous collie caught a distinct flavor of industrial chemicals. That’d be anything growth related in the laboratory, beginning to affect his system all at once. There was no weed left in the laboratory. Sero and Al used it all earlier that afternoon in their stoned haze of poor decision making. But there were plenty of other growth rays, potions, and a multitude of various size-changing technologies that could affect the collie after being swallowed whole. To most people that worked at GroLabs, that sounded suicidal. That much growth tech taken in all at once would be catastrophic. Sero, on the other hand, thought that would’ve sounded great even if he were sober. His tail wagged and knocked satellites out of orbit as the familiar tingling sensations of building power surged into his body. As he spread wide enough to cover the formerly massive continent he’d called home, Sero’s natural canine panting turned into a howl. His toe-curling orgasm flooded the Pacific Ocean with cum without even meaning to. The worst of Earth’s troubles was still to come though as he began to float away, pulling the moon and Earth into his own gravity. Seconds later the natural blue and white of the Earth’s sky was replaced with a furry blue and white background. Sero cast a growing shadow on the planet, an artificial eclipse fueled by equal parts power hunger and weed. It was an incredible, blissful feeling. The scientist could hardly remember why he’d been hesitant to try getting high at all; Al was totally right, this was awesome. And that’s when the rest of the edibles began to kick in. Sero’s eyes went wide as he made a sudden realization: that growth was only from a single set of edibles and the laboratory. Now the rest of the dispensaries he’d eaten would start kicking into gear… how many had he eaten again? The stoned collie’s memory wasn’t that good by now. He vaguely remembered reaching 50 at some point. But maybe that didn’t matter much. It all felt SO GOOD, and his stoned mind was far readier to ignore the danger of unchecked growth and enjoy the pleasure of feeling planets impact his dick. --- Great. Al crossed his arms, watching with a scowl between two blue toes that could easily snuff out a sun if they clenched. Now the gnoll had to figure out how to get him back down to size… maybe once the munchies wore off. The titanic gnoll bit into a moon, grumpily planning his next move to get back at Sero and shrink the collie back down to manageable size.