Tiger Troubles, Part 1 (NSFW)

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The needle pierced his flesh. Greg gulped in pain as the drug was injected. “Dammit, that stings.”

“Sorry about that,” the doctor said, removing the syringe, putting on the stainless steel table, and taking up another. “One more, and we’ll call it a day.” He expertly put the tip almost, but not quite, at the previous mark and injected another mix of chemicals. “There,” he said, removing it and lightly rubbing the area with an alcohol-soaked pad. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess,” Greg said. Already he could feel himself get slightly light-headed. “How quickly does this work?”

“I do not know,” the doctor said. He glanced warily at the man. “Are you alright? A lot of guys would kill for this chance, you know.”

“I know,” Greg said, slowly rising from the seat and putting his shirt back on. “A new steroid in production, recombinant DNA, blah blah blah.” He smiled a bit to lessen the sarcasm.

The doctor smiled back, picking up a clipboard and making a few notations. “I am to remind you right now that you are one of the twenty to be chosen for the double-blind procedure, the contents of the two syringes are either a harmless placebo or the experimental growth hormone tetra-ingenti-gemma-23, TIG-23 for short. Another doctor will be looking after you in twenty-four hours to see the results.” He looked at Greg. “Any questions?”

“Anything that I can’t do right now? What about side-effects?”

The doctor shook his head. “Nothing I can think of. You can do everything as usual. And, of course, if you feel anything amiss, you have my number.” He opened the door and led Greg out to another room. He motioned to a severe-looking woman in starched whites. “Nurse, take down his information while I get the other subject in.”

“Of course, doctor,” the nurse said as the door closed. After she did Greg for his info, she passed over a small notepad. “Write here for anything you feel within the time period so we can see how you are doing.”

Greg opened the door of his apartment and tossed his bag on the floor. He slipped off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. After fixing himself a sandwich and a glass of root beer, he sat on the sofa and flipped through the stations. He settled on cartoons, and soon he was finished with the lunch, entertained by the craziness of Tom and Jerry. He felt somewhat tired, and his eyelids fluttered down for a moment before he opened them and took out the notepad from his pocket. Tiredness, he wrote. Maybe drowsiness. He put the pad on the table and succumbed to the sleep.

He dreamed of sex. Of rutting. Of men, roughly hewed and massive, ramming their equally massive members deep into hungry mouths and beefy rumps. Of overflowing rivers of cum and deep growls of pleasure. Of callused hands touching him, rubbing him, coaxing him to join them.

The phone woke him up.

Greg stretched, yawned, and answered it. And then hung it up when he heard a computerized pitch start about outdoor aluminum siding. “Damned telemarketers,” he growled. He scratched his chest when he realized he was horny. Not just a mild diversion, but full-blown, get-ready-to-blow over-sexuality.

He rushed to the bathroom and quickly shucked his shorts and underwear, showing off a much-improved set of equipment. The fact barely registered before he grasped his cock and started stroking.

“Aww, fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back, and letting the waves of orgasmic pleasure overcome him. He felt himself buckle against his hand, feeling the appendage be coated with his essence and lubing the strokes. A few moments later, and the orgasm subsided to a pleasant afterglow.

“The hell was that?” he said aloud. He shook himself out of the glow and focused on the mirror, which was streaked with ropes of thick cum. “Oh fuck!” He reached over to get a roll of paper when he felt the urge rise again. An overwhelming wave of lust that could not be denied. He felt himself stroke himself to orgasm repeatedly. His mind clouded over with images of the dream, and he shot all the harder.

A half-hour later, and he finally drug himself into the shower, his urges finally sated and his three-inch cock now enlarged to a hefty seven. The hot water cleared his head somewhat as it washed off his essence. Was this a side-effect, he thought.

Greg got out of the shower and glanced at the mess on the mirror and sink. With a sigh, he went to get paper towels and cleaner and got the area cleaned up. He then noticed the other change.

He was big. Bigger than his pencil-thin physic he had before the shots, he had a wrestler build now. He raised an arm and flexed it, showing off a nice bulge under the skin. He also noticed a trail of hair developing between his now-visible abs, a pale white swath. Yeah, he thought. Definitely got the hormone.

A scribbled note later on the pad later and he looked at the mirror image again. He saw the swath of hair was noticeably spreading out and starting to cover his transformed chest and inch across the cobblestone abs. He passed a hand across the muscled torso and shuddered as it brushed a pec nub.

Instantly, his cock sprang up, ready and seeking attention. Unthinkingly, he grabbed it and stroked out another heavy orgasm, wasting the work he put into cleaning the sink and mirror. The deep moans issuing from his mouth echoed all over the apartment.

“Wow,” he said, smiling from the pleasure. He felt like he could rub one out anytime he wanted, no matter how many times he could. The urge to do it was there, just in the back of his mind. But right now, he felt another urge well up. He passed by a gym on the trip home; it was time to test this new body out.

He ignored the mess; instead, he got into clean clothes and left.

 

The moment Greg stepped in the gym, he knew he had come home.

He stood there for a moment, absorbing the sounds of the weights clanging, the guys grunting, the rough thump of rock. He grinned stupidly for a moment before going to the front desk and paying the day’s visit.

The weights felt like puzzle pieces fitting together. He was doing things he never did: bench press, arm curls, squats, lat extensions, and more. So much more. He just wanted to lift hard and heavy; although, they never were heavy. A few struggles with the weights, and soon it was as if he was lifting nothing at all.

After dropping a pair of dumbbells to the floor, he stood, drenched in sweat, and flexed in front of the mirror. He was bigger than before, he noticed. A junior bodybuilder, now. He lifted the shirt to flex his abs and noticed the trail thickened to cover the entire set of abs, the hair now a greyish-white instead of the black he usually had.

Wait…

His eyes flickered up to the thick mop of hair, noticing that the black was fading to an orange-red in some places. He raked a hand and noticed the change going down to the scalp. The hell?

“Looking good, kid!” a guy said, slapping a hand on Greg shoulder. He leaned over and whispered, “I take it your one of the test subjects?”

“Hm?” Greg turned to look at the other guy, his eyes roaming across the colorful hair patches, the thick build, the heavy bulge in his shorts. He felt his cock twitch slightly.

“Yeah, you’re one of the guys,” he said, smiling at Greg. “I’m Felix. I take it you also had some things to take of today?” He guffawed loudly.

Greg weakly smiled back and he looked around. No one was near them, but that didn’t stop him from whispering. “I can’t believe how much I had.”

“Hey, no need to whisper, dude,” Felix said. “We’re all guys here, and that means we can talk candid about things. Like jerking off.”

Greg’s cock gave another twitch.

“I mean,” Felix said nonchalantly, “I’ve been full of juice. My balls have been pumping out loads of the stuff, and I have lots more ready for unloading. And my cock, dude, it must be ten inches now, and so danged thick. And so fucking sensitive.” He leaned closer and grinned. “Want to feel it?”

Greg frantically shook his head. “N-no. Not right now.”

Felix grinned as if he had all the time in the world. “I getcha. After we’re alone, then, we’ll get some things done.” He slapped Greg’s shoulder again and walked to the locker room.

Greg took a calming breath, the urge to lift still strong and sure. He took one look again at the mirror and got back into the workout.

He pushed himself hard, feeling that he was scratching an itch deep in the muscles with every rep, every flex. With every lift, he felt himself grow ever so slightly. He kept on palming his muscles in between sets and growled with pleasure as he felt the growing bulk.

With the last rep, he sat exhausted on the bench. He rose and looked at the mirror again, feeling the extra mass rub against him. He raised an arm and felt his chest and abs with the other. Fuck, he was getting huge.

And with that thought, the urge to cum came back in full force. He shuddered with the feeling, and he tried not to collapse on the floor in lust. He quickly walked to the locker room, trying to hold back pulling his already rock-hard cock out and rubbing out a load right there and then. It didn’t work though; the moment he went in, he heard a deep moan.

“Fuck…so huge…so fucking huge…”

Greg crept deeper into the area, looking into the restrooms to find Felix, his shorts shimmied down and a giant of a cock in his hands, in front of a mirror, the reflection covered with cum.

“Hey dude,” Felix said, turning around and shaking the giant appendage a bit. “Must have grown some. Feels at least twelve.” He grinned widely before turning back to the blurred mirror. “I’m on fuckin’ fire, dude!” he moaned out as his cock shot out a thick rope of cum.

“Fuck,” Greg said softly, entranced by the sight. His own cock throbbed lustfully in its own cage. He cupped the bulge and moaned as it pulsed against his hand.

“Come on, dude,” Felix said as he stroked himself to another orgasm. “Let’s see what you got.”

“N-no, that’s alright.” Greg said, back away, trying to control this undeniable urge at least until he got home. “I’ll see you later,” he added as he turned and bumped into someone.

“Watch where ya going, kid,” a baritone voice said. “And get that thing back in your shorts, dude,” it continued.

Greg looked up to find a chiseled profile with a five o’clock shadow steadily deepening. He wore a deep red singlet that didn’t hide any of his powerlifter frame. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.” He looked into his eyes and noticed that the man’s pupils were slowly, ever so slowly, changing shape into slits. “What happening to your eyes?”

The man glared for a moment, then grinned, showing off a set of oddly-shaped incisors. “None of your business, kid.” He glanced at Felix, still rubbing himself. “I told you to put that away.”

“Fuck you,” Felix said before letting his monster go and pulling up his shorts. He looked at the guy and raised an eyebrow. “You’re one of the subjects, huh?”

Greg took a closer look. Sure enough, his hair was changing colors to orange and black. He also noticed the nose was oddly shaped to something unfamiliar. Do I look like that already, he wondered.

The man shrugged, the shoulders and traps melding into one. “Eh, we’re not supposed to talk about that. Just record the results and come back tomorrow for another dose.” He eyed the other two. “I take it you two are also?”

Greg nodded and caught a whiff of something undeniably masculine from the man. He glanced down and saw a huge, hard pole pushing itself against the fabric. A wet spot formed at the tip. “Damn, you’re huge,” he blurted.

The man stepped back. “I ain’t no fag, kid, so don’t you get any ideas.” A heavy hand adjusted it, and he moaned softly. “Fuck, I need to get this out. So damned horny.” He rubbed it more, making the spot grow in size and wetness. He snapped out of it, glared at the two, and then walking out without a single word.

“Damn,” Felix said, eyeing the retreating figure. “That’s one tight ass he has.” Greg nodded for a moment before the urge hit again. He needed to cum, and cum now! “Oh fuck,” he growled out.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” Felix said, reaching over to cup Greg’s heavy bulge.

“No, it’s okay,” Greg said, but it was too late. Felix started to fondle the heavy package. “Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, bro,” Felix said, digging into the shorts and the briefs. “Let me see.” He pulled out an extremely long cock, much bigger than before, and far more sensitive. He gave it a few rubs, and it quickly stiffened to a massive thirteen inches.

“Damn, bro,” Felix said in awe, rubbing the veined surface and causing Greg to pant heavily in lust. “You’re fucking huge! Can barely wrap my hand around it. Fuck.” With that, he kneeled and started to suckle the head.

The sensations were too much for Greg to cope. His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened into a soundless moan as he shot into his partner’s eager mouth. His orgasm was powerful and overwhelming.

He felt another hand on his cock. “Aw fuck, you’re huge.”

Greg tried to focus on the newcomer. It was the guy from before, but his singlet was halfway off, the lycra peeled away to show a thick pelt of white fur all over his chest and abs. A cock to rival his own was rock hard and leaking a steady drip of pre. Without a single word, Greg reached over and groped the guy’s member, causing him to sharply inhale. “Fuck!” He moaned out when Greg leaned over to lick the clear fluid off the helmet. “Awfuckgonnacum!” the man groaned.

Acting on instincts he didn’t know he had, Greg clamped his mouth around the head and started to chug down the thick fluid. Both hands stroked and rubbed the huge cock, the guy’s moans driving his own cock to shoot harder into Felix’s mouth.

A few minutes later, the three separated, their cocks softening slightly but no way satiated. “Hell,” Greg breathed out, moving his tongue around the mouth to catch any remaining drops of cum deposited. “The fuck was that?”

“If that is a side-effect of the drug,” Felix said, standing up and showing off a dripping cock, “I would gladly do another dose.”

“Let me help you with that, kid,” the other guy said before kneeling and burying the entire length in his mouth and throat. Felix moaned and shuddered as he shot deeply.

Greg heard footsteps. He tucked himself in his shorts and quickly walked out of the room and the gym, brushing past one of the staff heading to the changing room. He is going to have one hell of a surprise, Greg thought to himself, smirking a bit. He felt the urge come back again, his balls swelling with another load, and he walked faster.

 

Greg slammed the apartment door shut and tore his shirt off. The shorts followed after, his hands frantically grabbing at his stiff organ, moaning as the fingers rubbed and stroked. He felt the urge to cum rising, and he quickly bent over to shove the cock into his mouth moments before he went into another mindbending orgasm.

When he finished swallowing his essence, he stood up, his mind sizzling with lust and his body pumped and huge. In the back of his mind, he knew something was seriously wrong, but he didn’t care. He needed to cum.

Greg walked to the bathroom and stood slack-jawed at the reflection looking back. He was huge. Bigger than the other guy, he thought, flexing an arm and seeing it explode into a football mass of bulk. That’s when he noticed the other change.

“The hell?” he said as he rubbed his torso, the fingers disappearing in a heavy pelt of greyish white. The fur covered almost his entire front and, he noticed, a good portion of his arms and legs; however, the fur did nothing to hide the mass he gained. In fact, he thought as he posed, this isn’t half bad. Hot, even. “What in the world is happening to me?” he said.

The questing fingers found a chest nub, and his knees buckled. “Awfuck!” he moaned as the fingers unthinkingly played with it, pulling and giving it a hard pinch. That was enough stimulation to provoke his cock to dribble another load, the juice oozing down and soaking into the fuzz coating his balls.

A shower, and a few more orgasms later, he went back to the living room, the urge now shortly satiated. Instead, he swerved to the kitchen and opened the fridge, eating leftovers at first, then tearing into the packages of raw meat and eggs. Then he pillaged the pantry, shoving handful after handful of cereal into his hungry maw, then the bread and the makeshift ramen noodles. He drank the entire milk gallon, then another of water.

He padded over to the sofa and plopped himself down. He noticed the notepad and picked it up, noticing a patch of orange and black hair developing on the back of the hand and the arm. Instead of freaking out, he grabbed a pen and started to write.

“Abnormal hair growth,” he said, putting the words on paper, “both color and area.” He flexed an arm. “Quick muscle growth, at least two-hundred pounds of muscle.” The hand went down to clutch his turgid member. A wave of lust crashed against his mind. “Bigger cock and balls. So much bigger. Fuck.”

He couldn’t resist the urge the moment he touched his cock. He put down the pad, and he slowly teased himself to orgasm, playing with his nubs and his cock, until the entire thing came together with a crescendo of overwhelming pleasure. He roared as he felt the hot ropes of cum splattered against his face and chest. A few minutes later, when he felt the orgasm subside into a sultry afterglow and tired panting, he felt the wave crash again, stronger this time. He moaned deeply as he continued playing with himself, happily diving into this pool of inexhaustible lust he had. This continued for several hours, the steady buildup and the explosion happening over and over again, as he groped and worshipped his muscles, his new form, before closing his eyes and drifting to dreamless sleep.

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