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.

Clemmie was a good-looking brunette, unmarried, a dedicated nurse, maybe about thirty with what I considered a stunning figure, even in a nurse's whites. I had wondered idly to Tansie if Clemmie were lesbian, but Tansie had grinned and said she had never tried to put the make on her and if she'd been so inclined there had been plenty of opportunities.

I knew Tansie was no lebbie, she and I had exchanged some pretty hot embraces once or twice in her office, but she'd always pulled away too soon and said "Not right now, Brad. Not professional."

Clemmie stood there looking at me like a goof long enough for me to get a little pissed.

"Why don't you check Doctor Orlane and see that she's all right, then, Nurse?"

She did, using her stethoscope and the digital thermometer from her breast pocket. She grinned, and said,

"She's all right." Then she went to looking at me again.

"What's with you, Clemmie?" I asked, abruptly. She reddened slightly.

"Brad, don't be angry! You smell so good, you must be wearing a new scent... um... aftershave. I love that smell!" Her eyes were big, her pupils dilated as though she were on drugs. I knew damn' well she wasn't, not Clemmie.

My inner nasty self surfaced. I could feel what I wanted, and my big penis was beginning to throb.

"Clemmie, are your panties wet?" I asked, watching her face. A huge smile split it.

"Oh yes, I'm sopping, Brad. Can't you smell me?" She spread her legs and raised her starched skirt at the same time.

I did catch a whiff of some odor, warm, moist, faintly like... my mind said, She's in heat, Brad!

I looked toward the partly open doorway just as a man put his face and head in.

"What's going on here?" he said, trying to be stern. I caught a glimpse of a white coat, so I knew he was either an intern or a resident, no real authority.

"Close the door, stay away and tell others to stay away from here. I am conducting an experiment, Doctor, you should know that!"

He apologized, backed out, closed the door softly and apparently put a "Do Not Enter" sign on it.

"C'mere, Clemmie," I said, tenderly. I still wanted to work my perverted will on Tansie, but Clemmie was awake and closer. She came to my arms and her starched uniform rasped against my bare lower body.

"Clemmie, you'll have to take off your uniform, dear. It's too stiff and starched," I kept on in a reasonable tone of voice, "and if we want to make love - you do, don't you? - we'll have to be comfortable."

She heartily agreed and she was out of all her clothing in less than three minutes. Not only that, but she undressed me with a nurse's skill, so that I was bare and pointing massively at her in only a few minutes overall. God, what a figure!

Her hand went unerringly to my penis, which by now was trembling on the verge of ejaculation. Clemmie took care of that. With a nurse's skill at managing obstreperous parts of the human body she massaged it and touched me here and there so that I felt simultaneously great ecstasy and ultimate repression at the very verge of coming. She managed me so well that it was easy to slip into her without spirting all over her. She simply raised one leg to open herself wide enough. Then I was on the floor - how I got there I don't know - with an impaled Clemmie bending over me so that I could suck on her lovely nipples - they were longer than I had thought women's nipples got - while she moved softly and lasciviously around on my huge stiffy. She was certainly good, and it was a long time before I came, although Clemmie must have had four orgasms by then.

As I reared up under her in my final paroxysm, Tansie's sleepy voice came plaintively from above us, "You could let me in on the fun, you know, you two!"

"Well," I smiled up at her inverted face, "get down off the gurney and join us."

"I couldn't, Brad. You'd told me to lie here."

"Well, love, now I'm telling you that you may get down and come over here. Get naked, like us."

Tansie must have set a record stripping. There were clothes, mine, hers and Clemmie's, all over the room. I looked for something more comfortable than the floor or that damn' gurney. I had a sudden idea, put forward by the "bad me" which now apparently governed my actions.

"Let's go find a nice room with a big bed, girls," I said cheerfully. Without any comment they started to follow me from the room.

"Maybe... yes, bring all our clothes, it's cold outdoors."

We sallied from the room quite naked, stared at by passing out-patients, visitors and the hospital staff. I waved to each person who looked as though their curiosity might become more officious and they passed us without further comment, if they had said anything at all. We made our way to the lobby, where I told the girls to dress as I got my own clothing on.

"Where are your coats, girls? Clemmie, please go get yours and Tansie's, all right?" She was back in a few minutes with Tansie's usual anorak and her own heavy driving coat,.

"Let's go to... hey, Tansie, how about your office? It's comfortable, and I've always thought you had a bed in the back. Do you?"

She grinned broadly and winked at Clemmie.

"Yep. We used to take turns lying down after a day of difficult patients. But let's go to my house."

I wondered for a moment if they hadn't done a bit more than "lying down," but I let it go. My penis was stiffening again as I thought of Tansie's lovely body - now that I'd seen it I had a better idea of what was waiting for me - and that just made me harder. I had my arms around both girls as Tansie drove us to her home.

It was a pretty place out on the fringe of the city's commercial center, abutting one of the "garden belts" which the city fathers had created some years back when air pollution had begun to get really bad. Using eminent domain, a huge grant, and all the legal angles they could find, they had demolished a belt of houses about two blocks wide, re-settled the inhabitants into newer housing, and made green belts.