This choice: ... new growth hormone treatment pills. • Go Back...Chapter #4... new growth hormone treatment pills. by: Galactor   After his months of hard work, Chris had finally come across the secret formula to making an actually stable high powered hormone treatment. High doses of growth hormones, mixed with a various assortment of blockers and a healthy dose of pain medication combined together accidentally created the perfect ratio for him one day, making his lab mouse balloon up to twice its former size, adding on a tad bit of muscle mass as well, with no foreseeable side effects. It was a wonderful discovery for him, all those months of sleepless nights, of droning over old books and his notes he had taken from other failed attempts finally paid off.
Before he even began to search for a test subject, he had made a good two hundred pills. He had no illusions about what he was doing after all: he was going to be creating a monster with this. What he had created had little to no medicinal value, and only a small aesthetic value that he could market. No, this was entirely an example of him producing something for himself. He wanted to see someone grow, and so he went about creating the perfect formula for such an occasion. And here he was, holding that formula made flesh in his hands. It was a beautiful thing.
But who to use it on? Chris had thought about this for weeks. He had a particular fondness for saurians, reptiles, and dragons, but he also had fond memories of his former boyfriend, a wolf anthro. He had even thought of just going with a human, before writing it off. While it would be just as entertaining, he wanted to go all out. His fantasy involved the 'stranger' species, those that aren't human. He has come this far, is willing to do so much for this, willing to potentially sacrifice his entire livelihood, if not his life itself to see it come true. Why go half way?
Chris smiled as he finally got all of his experimental pills sorted into individual bottles, and shoved them all into a big knapsack. Two hundred, split evenly in bottles of twenty. He breathed deeply as he left the lab, thinking of what he was about to do. Part of his brain was outright rejecting the thought. He had to admit it was insane. He half believed throughout the entire research process that he'd hit a wall, that he'd realize it was just impossible, give up, and return to the world of the normal and living to find a girlfriend his own size, and live out the suburban dream. A wife, two and a half kids and a dog. But now that he had one of his deepest, darkest, filthiest desires staring back at him, he couldn't help but use it. Who would? He had the abilities to become a supervillain... no, he had the abilities to forge a -god-. To throw that away now and just pretend like all this work was for nothing was as insane as him starting it in the first place. He had signed his deal with the devil, now it was time to create an even more powerful evil.
With that in mind, all that was left was the choice of a test subject...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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