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"Next stop: New Thilia Square!"

The driver's voice rang through the noisy bus. Drash turned his head quickly towards the front of the bus, shocked that his stop was coming up so soon; he never had taken this route before.

He nervously adjusted his tie and smoothed out his dress shirt as the bus slowed down to a stop. Drash, a light grey dragon, was slightly worried about appearances today. He had to make good impressions at his new job, after all.

The bus stopped and opened its doors. Drash, not the only one to get off here, shuffled in a makeshift line out the door. New Thilia Square was a recent construction in the heart of Drash's home city, created to house the new branch of Enduring Enterprises. This research branch was recently hiring for lab assistants... And, after an interview, Drash was hired.

Drash ran a hand over his ridged snout and continued forward on the city street. A block away was the front doors of his new workplace, the tall building looking more imposing than anything surrounding it. Soon, he was standing before the double doors to Enduring Enterprises.

He gave himself a bright smile, and hit the call button to the side of the doors.

a fuzzy voice came through on the intercom. "This is Enduring Enterprises. Hello?"

Drash cleared his voice and spoke. "Hello, this is Drash... I'm the new lab assistant?"

A moment later, he could hear the doors beside him click, now unlocked. "Ah, the new hire! Come on in. Dave will be waiting for you in the lobby." he walked in.

Drash had been inside this place for his interview once before. He had thought that the place looked a little drab, and could be a bit more well-lit... But overall, he felt like Enduring Enterprises could be a good workplace. Now to put that to the test, he thought...

The doors opened up to the lobby. Inside was the receptionist who buzzed him in, currently in a phone call, and Dave, leaning against the receptionist's counter. Dave was a grey dragon, much like Drash but darker in color. And more importantly, Dave was Drash's new supervisor.

On seeing Drash, Dave got up and smiled warmly. "Ah, Drash, is it? Hello!"

Dave had interviewed Drash... He was slightly miffed to think Dave almost forgot his name, but kept smiling. "Yeah! It's Drash. And you're Dave?"

"Of course. So, please follow me." Dave gestured with a clawed hand and walked back into the facility. Drash followed closely behind.

They went through a tube-lit hall as Dave spoke. "So, I'll get your company ID, then I'll show you the break rooms, my office, all that stuff. We'll have to go over some safety procedures, and then I can get you into helping with the first batch of tests for the day. Sounds good?"

Drash nodded in agreement. "Yeah..."

Dave smiled. "Well then... Let's get started."

* * *

Over the past hour, Dave had dragged Drash around most of the facility. He had seen the break room, the offices, and the testing chambers. Everything looked recently polished, which was to be expected from such a new facility. Oddly, very few of the testing areas actually had subjects yet... Drash supposed that they would fill up soon enough. After the tour, Drash was treated to a safety lecture in Dave's small office. He had glazed over most of the boring speech, pretty certain he didn't need to follow all of those draconian safety rules.

Eventually, Dave had led Drash out to the stockroom. Dave had gone inside the room, and came out with a metal cart. On it was a stack of paper cups, a jug of water, and a large orange tube, full of little pills.

"So," Dave began, "here'll be your first job here. We're doing a bit of a clinical trial today. Some people will be waiting in the lobby. They'll be here for Drug Trial 1A, okay? They'll tell you that."

Drash nodded as Dave went on. "So, just go to the lobby, bring them back here one by one, get them into Interview Room 1 over there," Dave said, pointing over to a room at the end of the hall, "and get them two paper cups."

Drash stared at the cart for a second. "One for water, and one for pills?"

Dave smiled. "You got it. Make absolutely certain you only give them two, okay? It's important they don't OD."

"Yeah."

"Okay, so go into the room, and tell them to swallow the pills. Tell them to call us if they report any side effects, and that they should be back next week to discuss results."

"Sure."

"Once that's done, just lead them out, and pull in the next one. Rinse and repeat. Can ya do that?"

"I think so."

"Well, I'll be in my office if you need help. Come back to me when you finish. I have some reports to finish up, so I'll see you later."

"You... You won't be supervising me?" Drash certainly expected that Dave would follow him, this being his first task and all...

Dave only grinned. "I trust ya. Well, I'll be off!"

"But-"

Before Drash could finish, Dave turned around and walked off, disappearing behind a corner. Drash's voice trailed off. He stood there for a second, looking back at the cart. Shrugging, he wheeled the cart right next to the testing room, and headed off for the lobby.

There was work to be done.

* * *

Drash's new job started off easily enough. He dutifully took each patient for the study back into the interview room, gave them the pills, and told them to come back soon. He carefully dodged any questions the patients had about what he was giving them, and then sent them on their way.

It was easy, but it got repetitive quickly. By the time he called in the last person sitting in the lobby, he was quite bored.

Drash watched idly as the last patient, sitting in the interview room's metal chair, swallowed two red, capsule-shaped pills. He was sitting on the other chair, only a metal table in between them.

"So... Any questions?" Drash said.

"Uhh, yeah..." The patient, a hyena of short stature, said, leaning forward in his chair. "So... How much bigger do you expect this to make me?"

"... Bigger?"

The patient practically whispered. "Yeah, you know... Bigger down... There..." he looked down at himself momentarily.

Drash thought for a second. "I... Can't tell you if this has... Those effects."

"Oh, come on." The patient looked around nervously. "We all know that Enduring Enterprises makes that sort of drug..."

Drash narrowed his eyes. Was he working for a sex drug company...? "Well... I can't tell you."

"Fine... But I can tell you, I signed up for this study for the ladies, yeah?" The patient said, grinning and getting up from his chair. "Can I go now?"

Momentarily, Drash got up as well. "Yeah... So, come back here next week at the same time for a follow-up, okay? And call us if you get any side-effects."

They walked together out the door and back towards the lobby. "Got it."

When the patient finally left, Drash pondered the latest events. He didn't even know what he was giving to people! And now that he thought of it, all of his patients today were male. That was certainly suspicious... He had to find out.

* * *

Drash knocked hesitantly on Dave's office door. A second later, he could hear a muffled voice. "Come in!"

Drash opened the door to the small office. Inside was Dave, sitting in an office chair and typing on a computer. Dave looked up to Drash and smiled. "Ah, Drash! How's your job going?"

"Oh, going fine!" Drash said, smiling slightly. "Just fine. But, umm, one person has a question that I need to ask you."

"Oh? What is it?" Dave wheeled his chair to face his fellow grey dragon.

"What is the drug we're giving out... Supposed to do?"

"Ah, let me see..." Dave swiveled back to his computer and typed in some things. "It's one of our experimental new male enhancement drugs."

"Male enhancement?" Drash's eyes widened. He was right!

"Yeah. Says here it should induce growth of up to 200%. Might increase sex drive, too. Sounds like one of our more promising drugs." Dave smiled as he turned back to Drash.

"Oh... Okay!" This whole time, he was giving people a sex drug... How scandalous, Drash thought.

"So, anything else you need to know?"

"Nope, I'm fine. Thanks!"

"No problem." Dave smiled as Drash walked out, closing the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall, Drash's head swam. Here he was, giving a male enhancement drug to unsuspecting people!

In all honesty, Drash thought, if he was told that this place was testing such a drug, he might have been on the other end of today- Getting these tested on himself. He was always embarrassed a bit by his assets, and was always jealous of those types who could boast about their size... Actually getting his hands on such a drug would be a bit of a fantasy for him.

Drash walked next to the interview room and stopped. There weren't any other people waiting in the lobby... His task was technically done. He looked down at the cart and the bottle of pills resting on it.

Drash took the bottle in a clawed hand. The unmarked vessel still had 6 pills in it, clattering around in the bottom. Well, there wasn't anyone else coming... So what if...

Drash looked around uneasily. He always wanted a bigger cock... And if there were side effects, well, he was at the best place to treat it... He slowly got out a paper cup and filled it with water.

Taking the cup in one hand and the bottle in another, Drash quietly ducked into the interview room. Upon entering the windowless room, he pushed the door shut and took a closer look at the pills. Drash knew how dangerous this could be...

But he wanted this.

Quickly, he tipped the bottle to his snout, the pills rolling down onto his tongue. With a gulp of water, they were gone.

* * *

Drash once again knocked on Dave's door, and once again, he was told to come in.

"So, is it done yet?" Dave asked, smiling as usual.

"Yeah! Just... Just got done." Drash gave the best smile he could. He knew Dave wasn't suspicious of his actions, but he was nervous nonetheless.

"Wonderful!" Dave shut off his computer and got out of his chair. "So, let me show you how to put stuff back in the stockroom, and dispose of extra test material-"

"Oh... Uhh... We didn't have any spare pills." Drash quickly spat out.

"Really? Wow, everyone must have shown up this time. Usually, we have at least a couple no-shows..." Dave said as he led Drash down the hall.

"... Yeah. They did." Drash smiled some more.

Dave only huffed. "Well, that's convenient. Anyways, after this, I'll get you assigned to some other jobs... Let me think what else we have to do today..."

* * *

The rest of the work day went uneventfully for Drash. He was assigned to help out Dave with a few more things, but nothing nearly as exciting as his first task of the day. He did, however, take several breaks to duck into the bathroom, just to unzip his pants and see if his member looked any larger. To his dismay every time, he couldn't detect any changes to his privates. Soon, however, his first day of work was over, and he took the bus back to his apartment.

Drash sighed as he unlocked his door and stepped in. The drug he took must have been a dud... He'd certainly think, after taking six, there would be some effect on him. After all, Dave told him to only give people two... Drash slowly sauntered into his bedroom.

Drash looked at himself in his full-body mirror, attached to the back of his bedroom door. He once again sighed. He didn't get his wish... But at least he had a job, and one with lots of opportunities for taking other drugs in the future. Drash made himself smile in the mirror, and it made himself feel a little better.

When he finally stripped clothes and got into bed, he couldn't stop thinking about all the fun he could have if the pills worked... At least the fantasy was good, Drash thought to himself, before he fell asleep.

* * *

Drash opened his eyes slowly. A wonderful dream was fresh on his mind waking up... A dream with his old high school girlfriend in it, where he brought her to his house, she unzipped his pants, and then-

Drash shifted around in his bed. His thoughts were cut off short when he felt the sheets move with him. He slowly realized that a cold, sticky substance had glued his groin and legs to them. It must be cum, Drash thought... What a night to have a wet dream!

Drash parted the sheets to the side, peeling the fabric from his skin with a wet sucking noise. He grimaced. He had had dreams like this before... But he never had expelled so much cum before. He took the sheets, rolled them up into a ball, threw them to the side of the bed, and then looked down at his crotch.

Things had changed!

Drash gasped as he looked down. His morning wood was quite woodier than he expected it- it reached up to his chest! He quickly threw himself out of his bed to look in the mirror.

Staring at himself, naked in the mirror, Drash could notice several changes. His cock was twice its original size, the black member approaching a foot long. His balls felt fuller, too, the light grey spheres sitting quite a bit lower than usual. And with a closer look, Drash noticed the tiny ridges now going down the length of his cock.

Drash just stood there for a second, gawking, eyes wide. The drugs had worked! Drash couldn't help but crack a wide grin. Finally, the days of feeling inadequate were over! He couldn't help but lightly touch his member. The thing almost immediately jumped to his touch, it being so sensitive.

Drash gasped. He just came during the night... And he still felt ready to cum again! He could only marvel at the changes his new job brought him. After a long while of looking in the mirror, Drash took a quick look at his clock. The bus to work arrived in ten minutes!

Quickly, Drash dived into action. He drew open his closet doors and picked out a shirt, pants and tie. Drash tried to quickly pull up his pair of pants, but found that his new cock made fitting in them difficult! His bulge drew the fabric of the pants to the limit; the fabric pressing against him make Drash grit his teeth. Shifting the member partially down a pant leg, he finally made himself fir in his clothes.

Drash grimaced. He was still a bit sticky from the wet dream, but had no time to go clean himself... He'd just have to deal. Getting the rest of his clothes on, Drash managed to run out the door with only minutes to spare.

He didn't have to wait very long at the bus stop. Drash got on, and was ready for a new day of work.

* * *

The bus trip was uneventful, save for a few people who couldn't stop staring at Drash's package. Thinking about it still made him blush as he walked into Enduring Enterprises, swiping in with his ID card.

Upon entering, the receptionist, a red dragoness, greeted him. "Hello, Drash."

"Oh, hey!" Drash quickly said before turning into the hall leading to Dave's office. As he walked, Drash started thinking about her. What was her name? Reena? Regardless, Drash thought that she looked pretty cute today in that-

While walking, Drash felt his member stiffen at his thoughts. He really didn't need a boner now, of all places... He could feel his pants growing taut again. But as he continued, he found that he couldn't get thoughts about Reena out of his head... He realized that if he didn't deal with this now, it would be far too noticeable...

Luckily, Drash spotted a few bathrooms to his side. He ducked into one, and closed the door behind him. He found himself in a single-occupant bathroom, with one toilet and sink out in the open. Without wasting any time, Drash unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

Almost immediately, his cock sprung out of his pants, almost fully erect now. A bead of clear pre formed at the tip. Drash gasped and quickly stumbled backwards, sitting on the toilet seat. He stifled a moan as he once again was able to look at the pills' effects... Were the pills doing this to him?

Even now, the pre from his bulging cock started to run down the side. Drash couldn't believe he was so productive... And he really had to test this out now. With one hand, he gripped his member.

With his new girth, his hand barely fit around his member. He started to slowly run his hand down the length, shivering as pure pleasure shot up his body. He was so sensitive... The lightest touch did this.

More firmly grasping it, Drash groaned as he stroked his cock. Siting around on the toilet seat, Drash pumped himself harder and harder. He felt the ridges quite clearly now; he liked the feeling of running over them. He stifled a moan as he kept going.

Pre pooled on the floor, the clear substance forming a puddle as Drash leaked. Faster and faster, he stroked his foot-long member, making the toilet seat squeak with his bucking. Soon, he felt his engorged cock twitch, he could feel the pleasure rising...

Suddenly, Drash's mind was filled with nothing but pure orgasmic bliss as he came. Thick jets of white cum shot out, flying in an arc to land on the far wall with a wet splorch. He bent over as he came in spurts, continuing to get cum all over his hand, his lap, and the floor.

Through the haze of cumming, Drash realized that this was going on far longer than normal. Jets of cum just kept coming and coming! He opened his eyes wide and moaned as his orgasm went on.

However, it didn't last forever. Soon, the spurts slowed to a trickle, more of his seed pooling on the toilet seat and lap. Drash could hardly believe his eyes... Half the room was covered in a sticky white! He looked down at his member.

It was still hard as a rock. Drash put his hand back on it, and he felt the same pleasure he felt when touching it for the first time today. He wasn't ready to cum again, was he?

Upon touching it, the pleasure told Drash to continue. ANd he could do nothing else but to start rubbing his cock once again. As he did so, he found that his hand couldn't fit around it any more- It was growing. Soon, one foot became two as Drash's cock and balls swelled.

Drash whimpered and milked himself even more.

"What's... What's going on?!?!"

* * *

Dave walked briskly down the hall. His new hire never showed up to work today, and he was going to the front desk to see what was going on.

As he walked, he passed by a set of bathroom stalls. He passed them by without concern.

That is, until he heard shouting.

Dave stopped and tilted his head. The sound was muffled, but was that...

"Help! I can't stop!!"

That was Drash! Quickly, Dave grabbed the door and pulled it open.

As the door flew open, Dave was suddenly toppled over by a wave of a sticky liquid... Cum. He flailed, and managed to get balance. Getting up, he could now see Drash.

His new hire was now occluded by his gargantuan member. It was both wider and taller than he was; he was resting on it, clutching it and humping it furiously. Multiple sets of spines ran down it, and a knot rested at the base.

Drash's eyes went wide. "Help..."

* * *

Drash had quickly managed to fill the room with his new cock. He was pretty quickly forced to lay on it as it became hoo heavy for him to stand. He had kept stroking it, and he couldn't stop cumming... It just felt too good to stop!

The seed in the room slowly filled and pooled up... Drash was worried that he was going to drown in cum... But he couldn't stop... Not even when the door opened.

A tide of cum washed out into the hall, pulling him closer to the door. On the other side was Dave, eyes wide. He was half-submerged in the wave, covered in it.

Quickly, Dave got up. "What's going on?!"

"I... I'm sorry!" Drash cried. "I... Took the pills..."

Dave looked at his cock for a second, and frowned. "Let me get the antihyper... Before you break the walls!" Dave ran out of Drash's view.

Break the walls? Drash didn't like the sound of that... He groaned as he ran his hand over the member below him some more. He hoped Dave came back quickly...

After a seeming eternity of stroking and cumming, Drash could see Dave come back. By then, Drash was well above eye level with Dave, being suspended by his ever-growing cock. In his hand, Dave was holding a large syringe.

"You're... Not going to..." Drash stammered out before Dave took a step clos. He stopped when he felt a pinprick on the underside of his pride. Drash yelped.

"Okay, this should do it..." Dave said. Dave put a hand on Drash's cock, which twitched and spontaneously came at the touch. Too sensitive, Drash thought... At this point, the spurts of cum shot out into the hall, making the whole thing slick. Dave slipped and fell once again.

Suddenly, Drash felt a stretching sensation... He was growing larger now! He continued to run his hands over the cock below him, moaning as it happened. Soon, he felt the walls press against him...

"What? It's not working!" Dave shouted. "I'm sorry... We gotta evacuate!"

"What.... Please... Don't..." Drash spoke through the haze of yet another orgasm.

Dave ran down the hall, yelling. "Reena! Red alert! We got a hyper!" He slipped once again on the cum, but soon ran out of view.

And Drash only kept growing. The walls around him groaned...

* * *

Dave looked ahead towards the building, and shook his head. It really wasn't a building any more- There was some rubble, and there was a huge cock and set of balls. With a cloud of dust, another wall fell away before the new hire's member.

Dave watched as Drash came again, cum knocking into the neighboring building. It tore a hole in the brick with the force. And on top of the spurting cock was a tiny figure, humping and moaning. Dave couldn't believe that, not a week in testing, the already had a facility destroyed. They had made so many preparations; the antihyper, for one. But none of it helped...

Dave sighe, and then turned around. Behind him was Reena, holding a tablet and looking concerned.

"Real shame." Dave said.

"Yes... And the results of the tests are back, too." Reena replied.

"What did it say?"

"We have no known cure... And to make matter worse, it spreads through contact with semen."

Dave looked at his hands, still slick with cum, and groaned.