Ken got his baggiest pair of sweats, which were even baggier now that his waist was now firm and trim and he was in fact smaller. He put them on and looked in the mirror. Looking from the waist up, he was just looking at himself perfectly ripped and cut, as if he were ready to pose for a fitness mag. From the waist down....
Well, even the sweats ballooning like harem pants couldn't disguise the swinging meat and mammoth balls. They were huge, but his dick...it was twenty-eight inches hard and half that soft. That was fourteen inches.
He put on a shirt and went to the clinic, being shown in to see the doctor. "Oh good, you're back. I didn't want to leave you out of the study."
"What?" said Ken. "Look what's happened to me!"
The doctor took the photographs and notes, then motioned for Ken to drop his pants. Ken did, looking again. It looked larger, which was a distinct possibility.
The doctor glanced at it, then looked at his watch. "We're allowed a bit of leeway with administering the doses, but you'll need to take the next one in the next fifteen minutes or I can't give you any further treatment."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. Rules are rules. I'm bending them as much as I can. Besides which, while you're obviously an extreme case, the therapy is meant as a two-stage process. Simply discontinuing it mid course is nothing we've planned for, though of course I could apply for a grant...."
"If I take the second course, what happens?"
"Well, we that's why we're doing the testing. We're not exactly certain."
"And if I don't?"
"Well," admitted the doctor, "I would expect your body will continue down its current course. Your body will get smaller while your penis and testicles enlarge. If you wouldn't mind...." He took out a tape measure and spritzed Ken's dick with a small spray bottle. At once it became erect, and he measured. "Twenty nine and three-quarters..."
"Okay, give me the injection," Ken blurted. "Anything. Just help me."
The doctor nodded and gave him a shot in the alternate shoulder. It hurt like hell, and the cup of dark fluid tasted even more bitter and vile than before.
Ken stood there and his balls began to tighten, then he hunched over. "Omigod, what's happening to me?"
The doctor looked. "Oh dear," he said. "This is sloppy. I gave you a dose of DMSO and Viaggra as well. There's nothing in the literature about this..."
Ken fell over and passed out.