Chris, the most average boy in school. That kind of talk only really made sense when you only saw Chris the person, and not Chris the academic. In truth, Chris was a genius. He was gifted in math and science to an absurd degree, out-teaching some of his professors by his sophomore year. He was so good in fact that he had started doing after class projects, and helping professors with some of their graduate work, or even their university mandated research.
However, with great genius came great sacrifices. Even though Chris had always been an attractive, if average guy, he was still very much a virgin. He had had girlfriends come and go, but had never felt comfortable with them. He had even tried it out with a guy at one point, but all that proved was that he was bisexual. After twenty years of virginity, Chris had all but given up on relationships. He loved his work and figured that after a breakthrough, after something big happened in his life when it came to the field of science, maybe then he'd start working in other realms.
Still, a man has his needs. And Chris, above all others, had -needs-. For all his talk about how he didn't mind being a virgin, about how science was the most important part of his life, Chris was one horn-dog of an individual in private. He had more kinks than even he found reasonable, and none greater than the thought of being able to use his abilities to create something masterful, something powerful. Or specifically... some-one- powerful. He fantasized about making growth rays, or hormones and just... feeding someone who he was attracted to, watching them react as they got bigger and more powerful...
For a long time, nothing like that had managed to come up at college. Hormone treatments stayed in the realm of unfortunate reality, made to treat people with deficiencies, not with the need for more. Growth rays had been rumored, but normally ended up being hoaxes, just taped together bits of plastic with a rock in them. Chris, beyond his better judgment though always looked into people claiming they had the next best thing. Treatments for overly short furs, like mice or other rodents, who had trouble living in a world of variable sizes. Treatments that promised women that they could get the leg up on their man, and get taller and more powerful. Nothing seemed to be finished. The few that worked seemed to be unstable, giving unpredictable and sometimes destructive results. But secretly, Chris had been taking notes. He noticed what failed, what succeeded, and made sure to ask plenty of questions of the happy Q&A staff when he saw something with promise, the staff normally just happy that anyone showed up at all and willing to give out what were in essence, trade secrets.
Now it was his getting to the end of his junior year. He was obsessed with his work, still a 20 year old virgin with plenty of time, and plenty of school materials that he could utilize to help him in his goal. He had started to work tirelessly on this new project, even going so far as to ask professors for their opinions or their help. He got nothing helpful of the first, and none of the second, but he had pressed on. After a couple of months of constant testing, he finally had something he could be proud in. It may still have some flaws, but as he looked down, he couldn't help but be proud of his...
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