Questionable Ethics
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Gabriel usually ignored the advertisements for medical testing that occasionally dotted the neighborhood. However, things were getting tough these days, given that the cost of _everything_ was getting out of hand. When one of those advertisements offered $2,500 for completing a “low-risk weekend study” that was open to any adult male in their 30s, it sounded too good to be true, but Gabe felt he couldn’t afford to decline the offer. And thus the human entered the lobby of Seed Biotechnology to sign up on what otherwise would have been a boring weekend.

He’d never heard of the company before but what little research he did made it sound like it was above board. Testimonials from previous study participants had glowing reviews, even if the comments about how their lives were changed forever sounded like paid marketing drivel. A few posters contained nonsensical corporate phrases overlaid on unusual landscapes, while a television in the corner looped through a 90 second video about the company while nobody watched or listened to it.

The paperwork Gabe completed in the lobby was utterly generic. Birthdate, insurance info, an emergency contact, medical history… all questions he wrote answers to with nary a thought. He’d barely set the clipboard on the receptionist’s desk when a nurse called him to an exam room. Behind the closed doors, a few things looked out of place, such as plants that the human didn’t recognize and a scale so large it could have been used to weigh livestock. Unfamiliar equipment dotted the walls throughout the facility; alongside the usual posters for medical conditions were posters on safely containing a biological hazard.

Gabe’s height of 5′9″ was noted down alongside his weight, temperature, and blood pressure. While having his vitals checked was normal, having the nurse grope him was not. The nurse laughed off his objections and claimed it was relevant to the study. He repeatedly asked how and, instead of the nurse answering his questions, Gabe was offered the chance to speak with the doctor leading the study. Once he accepted, the nurse led him through a corridor behind the exam room into a space resembling an oversized operating theater.

Upon seeing _who_ was conducting the study, Gabe realized why the details were so vague. Nobody would have believed it. He wasn’t sure _he_ believed it despite seeing it with his own eyes. Gabe was staring at a fourteen foot tall turquoise-scaled anthro-dragoness with breasts so large she couldn’t close her oversized lab coat. As the nurse spoke with the doctor, Gabe noticed a small, finned tail poking out the back of the nurse’s pants. What the hell _was_ this place, anyway?

“Hello Gabriel.” The dragoness’ inherently melodic voice broke the silence. “I’m Doctor Thalassa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Gabe had been staring at her breasts instead of listening and nodded sheepishly at the dragoness. “Let me walk you through the process. We’ll be giving you one treatment today and keeping you for observation over the weekend. We know there are side effects but we need more precise measurements of how big they are.” She crouched to make eye contact with the dumbstruck human. “If you’re okay with that plan,” she reached for Gabe’s waist. “I’ll need to strip you naked for the procedure.” She didn’t wait for his permission to undo his pants and pulled them downwards to expose his genitals.

“Hey, wait–” Gabe attempted to protest, but neither professional paid him any attention. The nurse handed the doctor a fiberglass tape measure to assess the quality of their specimen.

“Erect penile length is 4.8″. Circumference is 3.6″.” the doctor remarked. Calipers were used to measure Gabe’s balls. “Testicular volume is 16 cubic centimeters. Subject is significantly below average and therefore an ideal candidate for treatment plan iota.” Gabe grimaced as he was described in such clinical terms. He tried to squirm away from the doctor and attempted to revoke consent, but she grabbed both his wrists in one hand and held them over his head as she finished taking measurements.

Once the measurements were complete, the doctor’s grip moved to Gabe’s thighs and he was hoisted into the air as easily as a bar stool. He tried to punch at the doctor, much to her amusement. “Assaulting a doctor _is_ a crime, you know,” Doctor Thalassa said. Never mind that Gabe was the one being held against his will; as far as the doctor was concerned, this was standard operating procedure. She placed him onto a large, padded table marked with evenly-spaced grid lines and leaned forward to pin his head between her breasts. While he was distracted, the nurse wrapped inflatable straps around his wrists and pulled him into a spread eagle position. The doctor’s grip moved to the human’s ankles so she could restrain him and remain close to the experiment without interfering.

The smell of ozone filled the room as a device on the ceiling charged. A few moments later, it fired a flash of yellow lightning. The treatment had begun.

The Treatment
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Gabe yelled as the lightning struck his body. He anticipated pain. Instead, he experienced an intense—yet pleasant—warmth that rapidly spread through his body. His nerves and blood vessels were both conducting heat in a way he’d never experienced before. He ached as if he’d just completed a workout. Instead of fatigue, however, he felt energized. Powerful. Ready for _much_ more, which was _precisely_ what he was becoming.

The straps around Gabe’s wrists slowly deflated to accommodate his increasing size. They remained tight, not painful. The nurse wrapped a measuring tape around his arm and observed, “Bicep circumference increased by 10%. Overall height increase is 2%, to to 5′10″.” Though the professionals were taking precise, objective notes on the procedure, the human _felt_ his body changing. His pulse made his growing muscles throb; each heartbeat carried more strength towards his extremities.

Gabe’s cock responded to the treatment as well. Power is an aphrodisiac and obtaining such might certainly qualifies. He groaned and pulled against the straps restraining his wrists. It strained slightly but held him back for now. He wasn’t yet capable of breaking free.

As the beam moved lower on the human’s torso, the changes towards his lower body. His thighs filled out and began to fight for space as they squeezed together; he shifted in discomfort from the building pressure. Doctor Thalassa pushed Gabe’s balls aside with her tail and wrapped the measuring tape around his thighs. “Thigh circumference increased by 30%, corresponding to an estimated increase in strength of 105%.” She glanced at a monitor displaying an overhead view; the gridlines provided a reference for his height. “Overall height has increased 10% to 6′4″ and remains within expected parameters.” While Gabe couldn’t kick free of the doctor’s grip, he could feel the dragoness working to hold him down.

Gabe’s growth became far more sexual when the beam reached his penis. His cock and balls both grew in waves, with every throb causing them to swell a few millimeters larger. His cockhead swiftly pressed beyond his navel, much to the surprise of the human and dragoness alike. He wanted—no, _needed_—to jerk off. Even thought he couldn’t touch himself, he came hands-free for the first time in his life. Rather than the usual small spurts of cum dribbling onto his stomach, he came in heavy ropes that splattered against his chin. The cum was _dense,_ too; its weight felt like someone’s hand pressing gently on his sternum.

“Penile length is…” Doctor Thalassa paused and double-checked the measurement. “Length is 11″. Circumference is 12.5″.” Measuring his balls was challenging, given Gabe’s increased sensitivity, but the doctor obtained a quick estimate. “Testicular volume is approximately 700 cubic centimeters.” Gabe panted in pleasure as he basked in afterglow. His balls were twice the size of a soda can _each_ and continued to increase in mass.

Side effects were expected, however, and they were starting to become apparent. Gabe’s arms and legs were itchy. He squirmed and tried to scratch them by grinding against the bed. It felt like some parts were being scratched away to leave… scales? He glanced from one arm to the other and saw his skin had been replaced with flesh-colored dragon scales. The scales were steadily moving upwards from his hands and darkened as if receiving a summer tan. “What the _fuck?!”_ Gabe shouted.

“We did warn you about the side effects,” the doctor said. She leaned in and examined his leg scales. “Looks like a nice, healthy bronze to me.”

“So am I turning into a dragon?”

“Not entirely…” Doctor Thalassa pondered for a moment, “At least, _probably_ not.”

Gabe tried to protest but lost his train of thought when small horns began to curl from his temples. He couldn’t see their ivory surface but he could certainly feel them as the horns brushed aside his hair and dug into the bedding. He leaned forward to keep them out of the way and noticed his chest had changed as well. While he wasn’t perfectly in shape, he knew he didn’t have moobs. While that _was_ true, it wasn’t his current reality; he was rapidly developing a set of tits of his own.

Puberty normally is a slow process but, during this procedure, Gabe’s progression was rapid and dramatic. He was previously flat-chested but his breasts now jiggled as he struggled. They were modest compared to the doctor’s but their growth was accelerating. Gabe felt like there was a steady pressure from within—especially focused around his nipples—as his boobs added one cup size after another. “Interesting…” Doctor Thalassa remarked, “I wasn’t sure if that effect would occur on a male.”

The nurse needed a few tries to get the tape measure around Gabe’s chest to get a proper measurement. His growth made it challenging for the assistant to even _reach_ around his rack and that challenge was growing—literally—by the second. “Overall height has increased 30% to 7′6″. Chest—er, breast—size is a 60… G? H?” The tape measure slowly slid across Gabe’s nipples as his breasts continued to expand; the gentle touch of the soft material elicited a shiver as it rubbed against his hypersensitive tits.

Although his breast growth was currently the focus of his attention, his cock was far bigger than before and growing hard again. It wasn’t just resting on his lower abdomen; it practically slithered up his body as he became erect. His balls, too, were becoming uncomfortably large and full. Gabe’s package competed with his thighs for space and his legs were slowly forced apart just to accommodate his quickly growing manhood. His cock slowly bounced its way up onto his breasts and, once he was fully hard, his cocktip rested parallel to his nipples.

Preliminary Results
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The machine was powered down as Doctor Thalassa herself had concerns about how big Gabe was getting. The room fell eerily silent without the electrical hum from the equipment. Gabe’s growth slowed over the following few seconds until he’d reached his final state. It was challenging for him to see anything other than his cock and breasts, given that the fleshy pink cockhead was directly above his head and oozed precum onto his hair. His boobs completely obscured his vision of his lower body. The only way he could get a glimpse of his entire self was to glance to the side at one of the camera feeds, where he noticed his testicles were significantly bigger than his head.

After the machinery’s safeties were engaged, the nurse assisted with final measurements. “Overall height is 8′7″, a 50% increase from his original height, in line with our estimation. However, sexual side effects were more significant than anticipated. Final penile length is…” Gabe moaned as the nurse’s hands reached along his cock to properly measure it, “3′6″, a more than eightfold increase. Circumference is… 4′2″?” The nurse handed the doctor the tape measure to confirm that finding.

“Yes,” Doctor Thalassa remarked, “That appears to be correct. Subject’s penis has increased in girth significantly more than length.” While she had the tape, she leaned over Gabe’s body and nestled his cock in between her tits. While it didn’t _quite_ fit into that tight cleavage, his shaft was now pinned in the space between four breasts and Gabe felt like he was about to blow. The tape could barely squeeze between them for the doctor’s measurements. “Final breast size is 76… N.”

Calipers were offered to measure Gabe’s testicles, but the doctor waved them away. They were obviously too large for a device with a maximum range of 20 centimeters. “Standard measurements of testicular volume are not possible,” Doctor Thalassa said for the recording. She quickly used the measuring tape instead. “But approximating using circumference and length suggests a volume of 22,000 cubic centimeters each. This implies an ejaculate volume of approximately 7.5 liters.” A far cry from the average 5 mL of his original load.

“Additional unexpected side effects included the development of dragon-like features along the subject’s arms and legs. Subject has developed bronze scales from his hands to his armpits and from his feet to two-thirds of the way up his thighs. Reasons for this secondary effect are unknown. Further testing is required.”

With the clinical report completed, the dragoness turned her attention to Gabe. “So…” the doctor asked, “How are you feeling?” She pressed a button that released the straps holding him in place, which allowed him to move about freely for the first time since the procedure began.

Gabe didn’t answer. He had needs that _demanded_ attention. He was pent up like he hadn’t jerked off in a month even though it had only been a few minutes since his last cumshot. He tried to sit up but was unused to his new size; he soon grunted and laid back down as his cock and breasts both weighed him down. He’d have to take care of this while on his back. Gabe’s scaly arms hugged his cock against his body and pulled the it firmly into the valley between his breasts. It was exactly the sort of tight squeeze he was looking for; he moaned as the pressure almost locked his glans into place between his boobs.

While he couldn’t jerk off using both hands, Gabe quickly learned how to use both _arms_ to achieve a similar result. It was a motion similar to humping a body pillow… a hot, exceptionally girthy body pillow that poured precum by the gallon onto Gabe’s face, breasts, and the bedding beneath him. Doctor Thalassa was surprised by the quantity of liquid being produced; it was _far_ more than size alone would have suggested. She decided to help the transformed human by laying atop him and giving him something else to hump, which immediately pushed the hyper-endowed creature over the edge.

Cum from a cock that large has consequences. His precum barely hinted at the size of his load. Gabe’s body arched as his seed fired across the room like a cannon shot. It had the density of lead and hammed through solid walls as if they were mere paper. His first cumshot created a hole four inches wide through the drywall, cubicles, and the building’s cinderblock frame to leave a viscous puddle in the parking lot. The next cumshot achieved much the same; it tore a new hole in the wall and ripped enough wiring free to take out the building’s power. In between his stronger bursts of cum, even more seed oozed onto the floor and collected in the room. He was creating a sticky, heavy pool that proved difficult to move through despite being only ankle deep. It clung like concrete to the doctor’s legs as she stepped further back to observe Gabe’s orgasm.

Several minutes passed before Gabe finished cumming. The room resembled a pool, given the thousands of gallons of semen collected within it. The liquid was slow to pour into the rest of the office; it had the viscosity of tar. The dragoness tapped her personal recorder and made an additional note. “Subject’s ejaculate volume defies current understanding of the procedure. A conservative estimate is 15,000 gallons, given the roughly knee-deep pool I am now standing in. More precise estimates will be available when facilities can measure the depth of semen filling the room.”

With her professional obligations complete, Doctor Thalassa was free to make this personal. “So… wanna come over to my place tonight?”