The mouse had a glassy look on his face that Dean couldn't really help but wonder about. It wasn't even the kind of distant that made him look like a stoner or he was spaced out; it just didn't look like he was completely there, in the moment. Of course, having to bend his head under door frames kept his eyes on the excessively built murine and he kept thinking what could make him stare out into nothingness like that as he lead the way through the hospital.


The dog, a Great Dane of exaggerated proportions, stumbled along behind, caught off guard each time the muscled orderly cut a sharp and practiced turn until finally he waved to a final door and turn back toward his next duties. What a strange little man. Still, he was much more ready for this experiment than he was to ponder a peculiar rodent.


Scale is an important part of living in society. The extraordinarily large simply can't operate in a world that they could accidentally crush under foot and the extraordinarily small are at great danger anywhere that the traditionally proportioned live. Dean had spent much of life in the uncomfortable position of being too huge for the regular world and too tiny to be a "macro" as they're called. Instead he just, slammed his head against every ceiling and sidled sideways through every door. He hadn't ridden in a car in years and what's worse he loved to drive them. The promise of fitting in a little better was just altogether too tempting.


So he signed the waiver and took the tests and stooped under the ceiling trying to figure out a good place to sit and wait. Luckily, he didn't have to wait terribly long before a knock came to the door. He was surprised how big she was. She was big enough that he felt like less of a monster, hunched over her exam room. Her eyes locked onto his and quite suddenly he believed that she could simply say the words "stop being so tall" and he would very likely shrink down a foot or so. He couldn't put words to why but he remarkably fond of the idea.


She introduced herself professionally. Her accent making it all the more rich and nigh impossible to pronounce. He could listen to her repeat it for days though. Her lips, dark and glossy made perfect shapes for those commanding, european syllables. Dean couldn't draw himself away from them, he didn't even realize she'd asked him a question until she pressed the sharp end of her pen against his leg.


"Sorry," Dean whispered, careful of sensitive eardrums unprepared for his typically booming voice. "Uh, yeah. No allergies, no drugs. I'm pretty much clean."


She nodded and pulled up her rolling stool and took a seat. That was easily the most distracting motion the bear could have made. Despite being so powerfully built, the bear's body was decidedly feminine. Thick curving legs crossed slowly, forcing her skirt, a modest and professional length as it would be hard to imagine such a beautiful and stern polar bear dressed any other way, to drape over her legs proving that for all her cool professionalism she knew how to dress to impress.


It highlighted the shape of her body prominently. He couldn't stop imagining what he might see if the skirt were any shorter, but as his line of sight travelled upward he inevitably stopped at her rack. Damn, he thought to himself, Just damn. Just like her legs her breasts were swollen to bold, heavy perfection, jiggling against each other in a blouse fortunately not intended to contain a woman of her stature. Dean ignored his tongue as it rolled out of his mouth, answering the questions by rote as she followed through with his secondary interview.


From his looming vantage point he could still see her roll her eyes, those sharp, piercing brown eyes, but she continued to speak, letting them keep him under their sway until she had scribbled down all the notes she needed. Then with a snap of her pen against the clipboard she roused him back to the real world not made of soft, white, velvety... No, stop staring, he commanded himself.


She was explaining the biology. Something about stem cells and templates and diffusion. She may as well been speaking Greek for all the sense it made but Dean was intent on listening. He focused on the particulars of cellular biology as her lips worked to make those perfect, soft shapes. He watched and admired her command of her field and language. He expected, from her powerful, dark, imposing, exotic accent, that she might slip somewhere down the line but her grammar was as immaculate as her thick white fur.


Wait, what was she saying? He couldn't even understand the word she just said. That was the fault, of course, of him lacking the command she obviously had over language. The Great Dane just slumped and listened. He didn't even have to understand at this point, he was just gracious that she would be so willing to treat him to the sound of her voice.


She mentioned something bots. Nanobots? Manobots? Wait, no, she was talking about molecules. It didn't make much sense. But he watched her intently as she straightened the creases over her legs, then her fingers as they gestured to explain the shapes the molecules were going to make. They were beautiful hovering over her breasts. They were strong hands too. The kind that if they point out a command you obey them and yet they still held that long feminine quality about them. No, no, no, he wasn't paying attention again. Of course, he didn't know what hypodermic meant to begin with, but now he didn't have the context to figure it out.


But by that point, the sound of her started to ring through his head, dominating his capacity to form thoughts outside of the sentences flowing in. He did his best to internalize the knowledge she was sharing but something about the way her lips moved made him want to sit. It was like she was commanding him to. He was already trying to do it before he was even aware of his body moving. He moved the table with an oversized paw and pressed the other against the wall as he lowered himself down. It just seemed appropriate.


As Dean sat, the doctor stood, suddenly looking much taller as her breasts bounced in time with her footsteps. Her hips wound back and forth, demanding his attention until she was poised right between his legs. She smelled wonderful. It was a musky and natural, better than any perfume he'd ever smelled before. He breathed in deeply and felt a shiver of relaxation wash over him. It was nice. He'd almost forgotten he was in a hospital. He was just alone, listening to the echoes of her voice as it commanded him to relax.


Something pricked him but it wasn't bothersome. He couldn't even tell where the pinpoint pressure was but frankly it sent a cool wave through him again like the sensation of her scent filling his nostrils. He simply let it coat his body and sighed. The dog's body felt heavy and motionless for a moment, but big strong fingers brushed across his head, silently assuring him that it was completely normal. He didn't intend to fight it. Musk filled his lungs, cool relaxation filled his veins and he was content.


There was something strange though. She seemed bigger as he looked up at her. His heavy flesh made it hard to look but it seemed like he was looking even farther up to see her soft breasts, weighing down her blouse. Were there more buttons on her lab coat or was he just not paying enough attention at first. 


If he were any more aware of his body, the Dane might have noticed how it felt like it was falling inward, how the weight seemed to glide off of him. But he was far more interested in the buttons gradually coming undone. From top to bottom, each one made the bear's breasts jiggle, commanding what little conscious thought her patient had left to watch. As his heaviness fell off his need grew. He couldn't wrap his mind around the increasing tension while he drooled at the chance to see his doctor's breasts spilling out of her shirt. It felt like there was only room in his mind for one desire and that was it.


Suddenly he felt her weight on top of him, much more than he imagined it would be, and groaned as she pressed his face between her pillowy breasts. Strong arms held him in place as he breathed her concentrated scent, his cock larger than he knew it could get. Her voice filled his head again and he started thrusting, his body working on its own to obey the commanding words gone mostly unrecognized.


Suddenly, he knew. She had done it. His doctor was over him not just because he was seated at her her feet or her imperious stance made him feel small but because she had shrunk him down and he was simply smaller than her. The once massive dog was a success and she intended to have her proper reward. Pressed into her bosom, he could feel her dropping down further, her skirt draped over his body and her thick, steely legs hugging him tight. The bear's soft fur caressing his tender skin as he pushed his hips toward hers.


He was an excellent patient. He could tell she thought so. He could hear it in his head as his shaft finally found soft fleshy purchase. This was his reward, her voice rang out through his mind. He bucked into her gratefully, burying his face between her breasts to satisfy his need for her scent. Each time he took a breath it was long and deep and every breath in he felt her soft warmth surround him, his body shivering with delight.


She was tighter than he expected, the Dane was smaller now, his languid consciousness finally understood that completely. He couldn't imagine her stretched so tightly around him but he could feel her heartbeat against his skin as she petted his head and rode up his length in time with his  his breaths out. Over and over, the bear filled her passage with his heat, clenching tight around its girth massaging his face with her heavy mounds. His tongue lolled out clumsily, licking blouse and fur in equal, drooling measure in his vapid attempt to pleasure her in return, but with his arms limp at his sides and his brain too far removed to make any strategy of lips and tongue, he does little more than moisten her fabric and tickle the inside of her cleavage with his canid whiskers.


Still he heard her praises in his mind, echoing gently through him, even tingling through his cock as his juices mixed with hers and pooled in his crotch. The wet slaps of her body against his sounded distant but his breath picked up to keep time with the rhythm. Each one coming faster than the one before. Licks came out faster, his body picking up passion as his mind stayed tucked away in a fog of musk and pleasure as more echoes of the doctor's praise and congratulations brought even more pleasure to his blank mind.


The canine's throbbing length, slowly started to ache though. It wasn't the bear's tightness, though it was still incredible despite the vigour she was starting to unleash on it. It wasn't even the intense arousal his mind couldn't completely appreciate through his dulled sense of self. Something altogether separate felt like it was building pressure inside of him.


He couldn't imagine any impending cumshot doing this, he had never felt anything so intense try to escape his body before. It had to be something else. But as the doctor, fucked him, cooing into his empty head with that gorgeous, commanding, exotic accent there was suddenly release. That pressure coursed through his cock like a tsunami, crashing into her body with no restraint. He could hear himself howling just from the differential. He could feel something dragging out of him. It was like he was evacuating everything his body didn't need anymore. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.


As the stream continued, the distant patient realized, at long last, that he'd been locked in orgasm throughout the entirety of his overwhelming release. His whole body shivered as, somehow, more seed than he thought he could produce rushed out of his body. His shaft blasted rope after rope his heavy, sticky load into her passage, the excess running off into a messy puddle all around him. The heat of it all was remarkably pleasant. Clinging to his thighs sloppily as he kept pumping more into the doctor's body.


He couldn't imagine the time he spent cumming for his miracle-working doctor but slowly that tightness slipped off his spent cock and he drooled the last of his load on the floor. He could suddenly taste a flavourful mixture of semen and pussy against his lips and he felt compelled to lick at it. He'd never been tempted to taste his own spunk before, a surprisingly delightful mix of salty flavours mixed with her sweetness made it a satisfying treat as he came down from his clouded high even deeper under her influence. As he licked he heard her words again, just on the edge of understanding and by the time he was satisfied with the taste he finally fell into sleep


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It was dark in the room when Dean woke up. He was more rested than he'd ever been but he was thoroughly confused as well. He couldn't piece together where he was. It was a quaint, little room. Too big to be a cell but too small by far to be his familiar bedroom. As he soaked in the dim surroundings, he made out the shape of a dresser and nightstand next to the bed under him. Across the room, a glimmer of light reflected off what had to be a full length mirror next to the door.


Dean swung his legs to the floor and stared down at them in the dark. They didn't feel as heavy as they usually did. In fact, his whole body felt lighter than a feather. He remembered going to the laboratory for that experiment. It must have been successful and now they were keeping him in some sort of dorm for examination. Made sense. The dog guessed he would do the same thing if he was a scientist.


It seemed the only thing left to do was for Dean to test his new size for himself. He pushed his rump off the mattress and nearly fell over as he reconciled his new weight and center of gravity. He waddled across the room, expecting some sort of light switch between the mirror and the door. He couldn't be sure of why, but he felt much more aware of his various forms of manhood slapping his naked thighs. He still too sleep lagged to put it all together, but finding the light made everything so much more clear.


A quick once over, and Dean was sure that everything was in proportion except two very particular qualities. His arms and legs still had their solid build of corded muscle, his torso was still stacked with cobbled abdominal muscles and crowned with tight, shapely pecs. Everything was the same, simply smaller, but his balls were simply the same. They seemed enormous to him. They actually looked like they'd gotten bigger through the whole process. They ached and frankly he wanted to see if he was just blue balling harder than he ever had in his life.


Just before he reached down to see he glanced at a post-it note pressed to the mirror and scanned the beautiful, looping script. "Doctor's Orders: You will be tempted to masturbate but do not. I will be in to perform an extraction soon."


Dean immediately felt content. He couldn't explain it but his memories of the big doctor who shrunk him so successfully flared into his mind and he was ready to do whatever she said. He had to respect her authority. After all, she's a doctor.