Frankly, I had never heard of the particular drug which my doctor was now prescribing. Not that I was a pharmacist or anything (she had been!), but I had been on so many prescriptions, established and experimental, since my dicey gut and chest injury and recovery that I was no longer surprised by anything which was prescribed.
Besides, Tannara "Tansie" Orlane, M. D., RPh., and I had known each other for over fifteen years, since well before the industrial accident which had left me slightly crippled and thoroughly screwed up. I liked her and trusted her implicitly. She was one helluva good looking thirty-eight year old.
"Look, Brad, this drug is new, I know, and I also know how many drugs we've tried on you in the last five years - probably sixty, seventy?"
"Seventy-three," I said, sourly. Then I smiled, 'cause I really liked Tansie and she wasn't trying to do me anything but good.
"I thought you'd have kept count," she grinned. "This'n's so new it's just out of the experimental stage - but I'll personally guarantee that it will do you no harm, even if it proves not to do you any good."
"That's a pretty sweeping warranty, Tansie. And just how would I collect if I have to invoke it?"
We both laughed, yet I was thinking of one possible - I hoped, likely - way to collect on such a "warranty," not that I didn't want the drug to do me the most good of which it might be capable. Even though we were good friends, I had always disguised my feelings toward Tansie. For a long time now, I had wanted to make ardent love with her, and my manhood would rouse if I thought about her for long. I wondered if she guessed how often I'd masturbated just thinking about her and that imagined lovely body of hers. My penis was no more than average, I thought - more than filled my hand, though.
"Well, Brad, take one of these capsules the first day, every four hours during the daylight hours - eight in the morning to eight at night - one at eight, one at twelve, one at four and one at eight, again. Second and succeeding days, one a day, morning, for the rest of the week. Come back and see me then, and we'll check any results. O K?"
"Yes, ma'am, doctor."
So I took the first four pills - they were slow-dissolving capsules, compounded by Tansie's own hand - as I said before, she'd been a pharmacist before going to med school - and then six more capsules. I couldn't feel any effect, and I told her so when I went back the next week.
"So? No feeling better, a cheerful outlook on life, no urge to go out and chase women... nothing like that?" I thought I'd fall off my chair.
"Tansie, the only woman I want to chase is you!" I said, completely amazed at my temerity. I had never meant to let the way I felt about her slip from my mouth.
She grinned. "I think there must have been some effect, Brad. You've never come on to me like that before."
"-maybe n-not, Tansie, but I've been feeling that way about you for th-three years, anyway."
"Hm-m. I wonder if the drug... ?"
I sat there blushing in deep embarrassment while she consulted her laptop. Her fingers flew over the keys as she sought some site that might answer her question. Of course, because this was a brand new drug - ohmigod, I thought, unthinkingly, s'pose I'm the first one it's been used on! - not many sources knew anything about it. In fact, as I gathered from Tansie's worried frown, none.
"Well, we won't try any more of this until I get back to you, Brad. How do you feel, otherwise? Can you go without a prescription for your old medicine for a few days?"
"Sure. The old stuff wasn't doing me any good anyway, remember?"
We left it at that and Tansie told me to check in with her on her cell phone if I felt badly, ill or dizzy at any time. I was to come back in five days in any event.
Five days later I was in Tansie's office, being examined by a colleague of hers that I'd no idea she had. Doctor Lausen was a Swede, or at least he sounded like one. Tansie had called him in, I supposed, as I thought he was one of the discoverers of the drug. I certainly got that impression, anyway.
"Velh, Toctor, ve can inyect vit'out bad effects, chew know!"
Tansie agreed to that, and asked me in an undertone, although Lausen had not thought to consult his patient - me - at all,
"May we try this injection, Mister Hunt?"
I guessed she was formal because of Lausen's standing right there, although her voice sounded strange, so I supposed she was under a strain. Damn him, he had the syringe already in his hand, pushing his fingers on the cross-piece to force liquid from the sharp tip. I nodded assent and lay on the gurney.
God, that's a bi-ig needle with a lot of stuff in it! I remember thinking.
Before I could think much further, Lausen had me over on my chest and belly - they'd healed enough not to be sore - had wiped my butt with alcohol and poked that long needle into me, toward my spine! Jeez, that hurt! Only for as long as it took to "inyect" the drug, though. I was so angry I wanted to hit the bastard when I rolled back over and started to get up.
"Hey, where is he?" I asked Tansie, who was standing by the gurney looking stunned.
"Who?" she asked me, still looking dazed.
"Tansie, you O K? You don't look too good."
"I-I'm all right. I just had a very odd moment there. I thought I saw a man in a lab coat standing right here, and... and then I wasn't seeing him, all at once!"
"What the hell... ? You mean the doctor? Doctor Lausen? Your associate?"
"What are you talking about, Brad? Lausen? There was no other doctor here. I don't have an associate! I was going to give you a different formulation of the drug, and I must have just had a very short black-out from pure fatigue, I guess."
"You've been working too hard, have you?"
"Oh, God, yes. Ninety-two hours this past week, and not able to sleep."
"Well, you've got to rest. Lie down on the gurney and I'll watch out for any more patients. You take a nap."
Tansie looked at me, hesitated, then turned, got up on the gurney, and lay down. She seemed to go to sleep at once, out like a light. Weird. It was as though my suggestion had put her to sleep. Then I remembered her sleep deprivation.
For no good reason, for I certainly was not thinking about her and me just then - worried more about why she passed out so quickly - my penis was hard and my testicles itched internally. My thoughts were far from Tansie, though, as I wondered about the doctor who had "not been there."
Remember, I was still bare from the waist down, without trousers or underpants, and I felt around with my fingers on my butt. There was a small lump there, and I tried to see what it was without dislocating my neck. I looked around and found a hand mirror. With that and the big mirror inside one of the cabinet doors, I could see that there was a red spot on my ass, with a darker mark of something - probably a spot of blood - in the middle. Probably where the point of that needle had gone in? If there had been a needle? If there had been a big Swede doctor to give me an "inyection?"
Tansie had seemed thoroughly puzzled, maybe angered, by my reference to another doctor in the room with us. That couldn't have been my imagination, could it? Was the mark on my stern a bug bite? Nah, it had to be that injection, and besides I could feel something tingling through me, like the effects of some injections I'd had in the past five years. They had made me feel good, temporarily, but had no lasting effects. I looked again and that damn mark was fading!
I happened to look down at my erection, wondering why it was feeling so damn' heavy.
"Oh, great Goo!" I looked again, then felt it to make certain. My formerly decent size penis was at least nine inches long and close to two inches thick. It had grown by two inches! Inside my lower belly and at the end of my tail-bone was the strong urge to move my hips back and forth as though I were a dog mounting a bitch. With a supreme effort I managed to control the movement, but at the same time my mind was telling me to go out into the corridors of the hospital and grab me a cute nurse.
A saner thought brought up the penalties for rape, assault, felonious exposure, and other wonderful charges, while the slowly ascendant inner, less inhibited mind said, "So what? Go, man, go!"
Just at that moment Clementine Rash, Tansie's office nurse and another friend, entered the room. She did not see me for the first couple of moments, but concentrated on Tansie's form, recumbent on the gurney.
"Doctor Orlane, are you all right?" she asked in a tremulous voice. She turned as she sensed my presence.
"Why, Bradley Hunt!" she squeaked, shocked at my partial nudity, and the huge penis poking at her, I suppose. Maybe thoughts of rape crossed her mind, for she started sidling toward the door as I spoke in a deeper voice than I had ever used - or even knew I had - and she turned to confront me,
"Stay, Clemmie! Tansie is all right, she had a dizzy spell after she injected me with the new drug, and I told her to lie down. I think she's been working too hard."
"Clemmie" - Tansie and I both called her that, or "Clem Kadiddlehoffer," if we were kidding her, but only when we three were alone in the office, not at the hospital, I remembered, too late - seemed to relax and she just stood there looking at me, but with a slightly goofy expression instead of the alarm she had just expressed.
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