This choice: Trevor runs some tests on you to make sure you're safe and makes a discovery • Go Back...Chapter #62The Work of a Pro by: H. M.   "Damn, I can't wait to put this thing in me," Trevor coos as he strokes out the last spurts. "You're so hung, Georgie."
You sit in his oversized office chair, nude as the day you were born. Across from you sits Jared, who had no need to be nude, but was showing off that towering 27.5" of wolf pride whenever he could. Since this morning, he had already stroked off a half dozen times, each load as bountiful as the last. Tristan bragged about going twelve hours in his shoots, practically walking straight from one cum-soaked set to the next, and you'd bet big bro here could keep pace.
Trevor picks up the thermos he had angled you into. He was still a little nervous of anal or full oral contact until he analyzed the contents of your now significantly oversized balls and cock. As Trevor continued to remark with clear delight, it looked oversized on you. The gains were nothing short of enormous - 50% in size and in girth, making it 15" erect and nearly as thick as Trevor's monstrous shaft. Your balls had grown larger as well, enough that the volume release had quadrupled. As far as a 270 lb. wolf goes, you were supremely gifted, with dimensions more typical for a barbarian 50% bigger than yourself.
Impressive size noted, it was still nothing compared to Jared, who was proportionately bigger between his legs, even at nearly 700 pounds. His semen volume was best measured in liters. If he wasn't Mr. "World's Biggest Balls" before, he could be now.
"Look how big I am," the white wolf chortles, clearly in love with his gains. "Mmph, didn't think it would work that well. I might get back into the circuit, just to mess with Steve. Or maybe I should get even bigger than him and plow his ass from Christmas night to New Year's Day."
You feel a little rise in you, but the fact is, enlarged set or not, you don't have barbarian stamina. You can't shoot gobs of spunk without a break in between. "I don't get it. We have the same genes. So why did you grow and I didn't?"
Suddenly Trevor returns through the doorway, sans thermos. "Sample's running. Yes Jared, I'd like to know that too."
Jared puts on a bit of a pout, still handsome as always, just his past modeling career taught him to. "Okay, well, I guess I have a confession to make; these aren't my genes."
You and Trevor both give him strange looks. The musclebound lupine sighs. "Dad pulled some strings with Albert Fessenden. I volunteered to be a lab rat for some work he was doing. It...didn't work as fully intended, but it was based off of JJ's gene. This was before we started dating, JJ used to get treatments for his barbarian condition and they'd take samples. I was a test subject, they wanted to see if they could enhance soldiers."
Trevor's striped tail swishes curiously. "So what happened with the experiment if it didn't work as intended?"
Jared rubs his massive forearm. "We, uh, broke in to The Facility and destroyed it. Tim saved us from his father's wrath. Long story. But the point is, I have JJ's genes inserted into mine."
"But JJ's not that big," you respond.
"He was the first user of the permanent inhibitor, upon which all the 'reducers' are based off of. I use a very diluted version for slimming down for movie roles."
Trevor gives a wistful smirk and shakes his head. "And to think you had us all going senior year."
"Well, Steve and Devon knew, and JJ of course. Tim and Walt too. But there were some unexpected results. I was 6'7" and 375 pounds starting senior year. But working out for football and for appearances, it quickly became clear I was different? I was growing faster than Steve. I really liked that, and that's when I became a full iron junkie."
Jared does a flex of his huge biceps, the white-furred peaks like snow-kissed mountains. "Steve was 100 pounds bigger than me. 475, king of the campus. But I loved the look on his face as I closed the gap. I wanted to be bigger than him."
Trevor looks him over. "You came close. You were about 475 at graduation, Steve was 500 pounds. You added 100 to his 25."
Jared smiles wide. "I was in my element! Lifting all the time! I was getting huge in every way, I even got taller and more hung! 6'10", and my dick shot up from 17" to 20", just an inch behind Steve! First time that ferret measured it, his eyes got so wide I instantly came all over him!"
The smile fades a bit. "It wasn't all fun though. Dad had disowned me when I came out as bi. And I was picking up any gig I could to keep my bills paid, some I'm not proud of. Got bitter, got angry."
"You seduced a prof just to prove you could." Jared blushes. "You told us you were doing photo shoots when you were shooting cam vids and pornos." The wolf blushes even more. "When JJ and his family were overseas for winter break, you got blown at every sorority during rush week, and even a few frats. Girls were calling you the 'pussy monster' and JJ thought it was-"
"OKAY!" The bigger wolf shouts, a scarlet shade on his cheeks. "Steve dared me to. You know barbarians have a knack for sex, I had to prove I had it with girls-"
"Oh, bull. Chi Rho asked Steve to show off his muscles at a mixer, he was in their bedrooms all night, they said he was amazing and you were determined to show him up," Trevor says dismissively.
It's with some satisfaction that you see Jared raise a finger as if to start a retort, but then give way to a fanged clench of his jaw. Oh, this was terrific! As if you needed another reason to love Trevor.
"Anyway, now that mystery's solved," Trevor says. The raccoon taps your phallus. "You know, enhanced genitalia is usually one of the first physical signs of barbarian growth. Power the muscle growth, sex drive, the 'second puberty'."
Heh, look at Andy and he's on his fourth or fifth. "I still get a bit woozy when I go fully hard."
Jared relaxes his jaw. "Yeah, JJ had that problem too. He was smaller than you, but his penis and testes got huge early in college."
Trevor kisses you on the cheek. "Look on the bright side, all those hormones could give your workouts an even bigger boost. I just find it odd that your genitals grew but the rest of you didn't. Jared, you said JJ was being treated?"
The white wolf nods. "Yeah. For a while."
The raccoon rubs his chin. Gods, he looked so good to you, all thoughtful and jacked. "I'll be right back. The first batch should be done."
Trevor steps out as you and Jared look on. "So, pussy monster?"
"Piss off. I was growing into one of the biggest, strongest, most virile dudes on earth. I wanted everyone to know it."
"You still do, big guy. I think we could get you to 750 or 800 before you see Steve."
"George, gods you know what makes me howl...but I should be taking care of you. You almost died today little bro. I can't lose you."
"I was afraid, okay? I don't want to lose Trev, and seeing him fit you so well in there made me freak out."
"Well, you're lucky he loves to bottom as much as he likes to top," Jared snickers.
You...aren't going to ask. Yeah, you figured Trevor had a sex life back then. But you'd rather not know if he was taking college Jared in a back alley with JJ's back turned. Or maybe he raised tail for Steve and Devon, they seem more his type. Asking tonight is tempting. And you still want to try to satisfy his sexual top tendencies somehow, even if it hurts.
Trevor walks back into the room, and the look on his face fills you with worry. It's, for lack of a better word, befuddlement. Like a chess player who doesn't know his next move.
"Georgie, honey...there's something very strange here," he says.
Your tail goes limp. "Like what?"
"You've been reduced before?"
"A bunch of times," you say.
"Well, reducer shouldn't do this," he says. "Your diploid cells from the cheek swab show your DNA is extremely adulterated. Like, there are literal inhibitors in here that stop genetic expressions completely. I've never seen such a complete block, whoever did this was a pro. But there should be a way to remove them, and rebuild your original genetic code."
Your tail starts wagging. Really?
"There's one more thing. I've seen a lot of barbarian DNA, I know what markers to look for. But your genes...I don't see a trace. I can't figure out why someone would use such a strong inhibitor with no trace of barbarian DNA present. I think I need to use your sex cells to see what your original code actually looks like. It's going to take a lot of samples. We can't rebuild your original sequence until we know what it actually looks like."
"Yeah, because Tim Fessenden's a fucking jackass who made sure I couldn't grow," you snarl.
Jared and Trev both look at you. The raccoon, in particular, his look is one of...worry? Anxiety? Is there more he sees in your DNA?
"I think we should get home, babe," Trevor says. "I'll do more analyses tomorrow, we can figure out a plan. It'll take a while to execute, but trust me, I'm a soon-to-be doctor. Besides, I want to run you dry, big boy."
"Gosh, and I was thinking of just how much I need my super-strong, super-studly hunk of raccoon man to breed me hard. You move forward and grab the collar of his shirt. "Make me your bitch, sir." Heh, you can hear his pants strain to contain him. Tonight will be interesting, you're sure!
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