“Hey babe?” I called out to my partner Ryan.
“Yeah, baby?” he called from the other room.
“Can you come here a sec? I’m in the bedroom,” I called back.
When he came in to the room, I said, “Look at these pants. Do they look short to you?”
“Yeah,” said Ryan. “That’s weird. Didn’t you have those jeans hemmed to measure? Maybe you’ve gained weight, but it doesn’t look like it. Your waist is loose. In fact you look leaner than usual.” He caressed my bare, smooth stomach and my cock rocketed to immediate attention. “Your skin looks healthier too.”
“Weird,” I said. “Let’s see what they say at the drug trial clinic.”
When we got to the clinic, I went through a surprisingly thorough and very long vital signs workup. They examined my teeth and even did an EEG.
“Very interesting,” said the clinician, whose name tag only said “Clint”. “You say you’ve lost about thirty pounds in the last six weeks?”
“Yes,” said Ryan. “You can see his jeans are really loose. And short.”
“I was five nine or five ten my whole life,” I explained, “but my family doctor says I’m five eleven now.”
“According to the intake nurse,” Clint said, “you’re six-one.”
“Impossible,” I said. “Nobody grows at age 47. Not three inches. An inch maybe, because of posture. But it’s not possible.”
Clint said, “We’re going to take some X-rays. I’d like you to hang around after. I’ll read the X-rays immediately. Anything else you would like to tell me?”
“I’ve been having a lot of sexual side effects,” I said. “I have very firm morning wood every morning, random erections during the day, and I… well, when I nut, there’s more that comes out. Also my voice is scratchy and I have a lot of pain in my arms and legs.”
After the X-ray, Clint came back out and beckoned us into a visit room.
“Well, this is unexpected. We took X-rays and found something very unusual. Normally, when people reach their adult height, their growth plates on their bones fuse. They ossify—become one bone. Yours, however, have split apart again.”
“What?” gasped Ryan. “So… he really is growing?”
“Yes,” said Clint. “We do what’s called a bone age test to see how ossified your growth plates are. And your bone age is approximately 13.”
“Thirteen? How is that possible? I just turned 47!”
“I don't know. But you are 186 centimeters, or about six one and a quarter. And you weigh 189. Is this a concern to you, outside of being extremely unusual?”
“No,” I said. “Wouldn’t most men love to be over six feet tall? As long as it stops.” Just then my cock decided to come to attention again. It was obvious, and Clint noticed.
“And you’re having erections without sexual stimulus?”
“Yes,” interjected Ryan, “and he’s always horny.”
“Ryan!” I gasped. “You don’t…”
“Babe,” he said, “out of all the people in the world I am the one who would notice. Trust me.”
“I will report these issues,” said Clint. “We will give you your next depot injection and see you in twelve weeks. Of course if anything becomes serious, call us immediately.” He produced a syringe and harpooned my shoulder.
“So wait!” I said as he injected me. “I have a lot of questions. What does this mean? Am I thirteen? I don’t look thirteen. Does it affect my brain? How tall am I going to get?”
“I really don’t know,” said Clint. “You can always withdraw from the study, but you won’t receive the compensation at the end. Only you can decide whether the potential side effects are worthwhile.”
On the way home, Ryan and I talked the whole way.
“I don’t know what to say,” said Ryan. “It’s weird to have you be almost my height. But I’m loving the libido you have right now.”
“I don’t know if I want to be going through a second puberty, if that’s what this is,” I said, “but it’s kind of a LOT of money.”
“That it is,” agreed Ryan. “And it’s going to fund your life and your hopes and dreams.”
“So… do I continue? They just injected me with the second of four doses. It seems pretty obvious that I got the drug and not the placebo. Am I going to turn into a caveman?”
“Well,” said Ryan with a sly smile on his face as he grabbed my package, causing me to yelp, “if so, you’re going to be MY caveman. I’ve never dated anyone taller than me… let’s see if you keep growing.”
I pulled over to the side of the road, unbuckled my seatbelt, and jumped over the center console on top of Ryan.