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"Hey Jack, come over here, and look at this article."
"One sec John, I just have to finish this e-mail... ok."
"Look at this ad. We could make some good money off of this!"
Jack looked at the ad his friend was holding in his hand, and then rolled his eyes.
"John, I’m sure we have to be at least 18 to participate, and we’re only freshmen."
"Aww, c’mon Jack! There isn’t anything about an age requirement on this paper. Plus, I’m sure they aren’t going to turn us down; they probably need as many test subjects as they can get."
"Why don’t you just get a job?"
"’Cause this is a lot easier, and we’ll probably get just as much money as we would working at a McDonald’s all week."
"Well... ok. I guess..."
John smiled, and patted his friend on the back. "Dude, you’re not going to regret this!"
John’s little brother Ben overheard the two guys talking in John’s bedroom.
"Hey guys! What are you going? Can I come!?"
John made his answer obvious when he slammed the door in Ben’s face.
"Alright Jack," John continued, "I bet the lab’s open now. Let’s go!"
John was an average height for his age, about 5’7". He had short blonde hair and blue eyes. Jack was actually one of the tallest kids int he freshman class. He was about 6’2". He had dark black hair that was a little longer, kind of like a surfer dude’s, and brown eyes. Both boys were pretty skinny, but with some work, they’d be pretty good-looking when they got older.
Seeing as the two guys couldn’t drive yet, they had to walk down to lab. Luckily, it was only about 2 miles away.
When they approached the building, they were surprised to see that a lot of other teenage guys were there.
"Hmm, this must have been pretty well advertised," John thought to himself.
The receptionist, who also happened to be male, had the two guys sit down in the waiting room. They recognized a lot of guys from their school.
Suddenly, a man in a white lab coat opened the door. "Next up, we’ll have John Jacobson and Dean Smith please."
Jack immediately got up. "Um, is it ok if I go with John, sir?"
Jack didn’t like the idea of going into a strange room with some other guy that he might not know.
The man in the coat replied "Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn. You’ll be able to see your friend in a little bit. I believe you’re going after him anyway."
The man then looked at Dean, who was a sophomore at the boys’ school, and John. "Are you ready gentlemen?"
Dean and John stood up. John looked back at Jack, noticing that Jack seemed a little nervous. "Hey, don’t sweat it man. I’ll see ya in a few..."
John and Dean then proceeded to the door, and the man closed it behind them.
Jack stared at the clock. About 8 minutes passed, and another man in a white coat opened the door. "Jack Anderson and Paul Stevens please."
Paul, who was 16, had been sitting in the seat across from Jack in the waiting room. He was also pretty tall, almost the exact same height as Jack was. His hair was a short light brown and his eyes were blue. Paul and Jack had said "Hey" to each other a few times in the school hallways, but other than that, they didn’t know each other.
Jack and Paul got up and headed for the doorway. The man in the lab coat closed the door, and the two guys found themselves in a long white hallway, with lots of doors. The man lead them almost to the very end of the hall, and opened door number 75. The boys walked into a small room, which was also white.
The man stared at the guys for a few seconds from head to toe, as if he were examining every little detail.
"Yes... this should be very interesting," he said to himself quietly.
Jack and Paul looked at each other, confused at what was so interesting about themselves.
"Gentlemen, I’ll have to ask you to remove your clothes."
Again, the two guys looked at each other. From the expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they didn’t want to undress.
"Is there something wrong gentlemen?"
"Well, uh..." Jack replied. "It’s just, um-"
"Oh I see!" interrupted the man. "You’re nervous about being naked in front of each other. Well there are two bathrobes hanging on that rack over there that should fit you nicely. You can wear those after you take your normal clothes off... at least until someone comes back to do some... tests on you." The man chuckled at his remark.
The guys still didn’t want to take their clothes off, but they didn’t want to risk making this weird guy upset either.
The man started up again, "Someone should be with you in a little while. Good day." He walked out of the room with a smile and slammed the door shut.
"So," said Paul. "I guess we’d better do what the guy says."
"Yeah," Jack replied hesitantly, "I guess so."
The two guys undressed, starting off with their shirts, then the pant areas. Paul was now in his boxers, Jack in his boxer-briefs. Paul turned his head away as Jack pulled down his underwear, and vice versa.
After they had their bathrobes on, they sat down on the counter, but didn’t say much to each other. In fact, they said nothing at all. They just waited, anxiously. This continued for a couple of minutes, and then Jack was starting to get antsy.
"I wonder where John is," he thought to himself.
Jack heard a cry coming from the hallway. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to make sure that John was ok. He jumped off the counter and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Paul asked. He sounded frightened.
"Um... the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute."
Jack walked out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. He started to walk a little faster... then faster... he was almost running now, but no matter how fast he went, the hallway just didn’t seem to end. Then he recognized someone running towards him. It was John! He was wearing a bathrobe as well.
"John!" cried Jack. "I’m so glad to see you-"
"Listen Jack, we gotta get outta here!"
"What’s wrong? What happened?!"
The two boys then heard a deep moan coming from the room that John and Dean had been staying in.
"C’mon Jack, let’s just go!"
"I’ve been walking down this way forever. Maybe we should go the other way."
"Fine then. Just hurry up!"
As the two boys ran down the hallway, Jack asked John what had happened to Dean.
"Well, first they sprayed this deodorant stuff all over the both of us. And then they gave Dean this little pill and they left the room... and then... I can’t talk about it now, let’s just keep runnin’!"
The two boys ran past door 75, but then Jack stopped.
"John- wait. I want to make sure Paul is ok."
Jack slowly opened door #75. He was shocked.
A man who looked about 20 years old was standing in the middle of the room, naked. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. He was naked.
"What the hell!?" Jack cried.
The man, who had been flexing his muscles and didn’t seem to notice Jack opening the door, looked up.
"Huh?" the man said in a deep voice.
"Dean?! Is that you?!"
The man didn’t reply, but only smiled. Before I go on with the story, let me tell you that this was no ordinary 20-year-old. He was quite the stud. His muscular body was probably as close to as what you’d call perfection. He didn’t have too much hair on his body besides his underarms, a little on his chest, some stubble on his face, and the treasure trail that led from his belly-button down to his huge member.
"Dean! What happened to you?!" Jack cried.
"What do you mean what happened to me?" the man asked. "Is there a problem here, kid?" The man looked down at his member and smiled as it started to get a little stiff.
Jack didn’t know what else to say. Something was definitely not right here. He had to get out of this place. Fast.
"Is everything ok in there?" John asked from down the hallway.
"Umm, not exactly" Jack replied. "Let’s go!"
Jack slammed the door in front of the man, who had begun flexing again.
After what seemed like forever, John and Jack found the doorway at the end of the hallway. They were almost free. But just as they were about to reach the door, they were stopped by the man in the lab coat.
"Not so fast, gentlemen..."
The man had an evil grin on his face.
The two boys were scared stiff. They couldn’t even scream.
"Don’t even try to open the door," the doctor man said. "It has been locked securely; there’s no use in trying."
Jack and John looked at each other. They had tears in their eyes.
"Come with me," the man said, calmly but harshly at the same time.
The two boys didn’t want to get this guy mad. They had No choice but to do as they were told.
"Seeing as you two seem to be so interested in sneaking around the building, I’ve decided to give you a little tour myself. I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it," the man chuckled as the two friends gulped simultaneously.
The man led the boys down the hallway, and then opened a door which was not numbered. When the door was fully opened, the boys found that it was not another white room, but a stairway.
The man led Jack and John down the stairs, and when they reached the bottom they found themselves in yet another enormous hallway. The building had appeared to be relatively small from the outside, but it ended up being a huge maze of hallways and staircases once inside.
The man stopped at a door labeled “Observation Room.” He took a key out of his pocket, and then proceeded to unlock the door. When he opened it, the boys noticed that there wasn’t much inside. The only objects in the room were three chairs facing a window that looked into another room.
“Sit down, gentlemen,” the man said. “I want you to see this.”
The boys sat down in two of the chairs, and the man took the seat next to them. The boys noticed what appeared to be a photographer with a camera and a backdrop in the room that the window looked into. There was a stool in front of the backdrop. It reminded the boys of the sets that were used on school picture day. But who would want their school pictures taken in this place?
The photographer looked at his watch, and then yelled “I’m ready for the next patient!”
Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then someone walked into the room.
“Please take a seat on that stool,” the photographer said.
A kid in a bathrobe slowly walked toward and sat down on the stool. He looked nervous.
“What the hell?!” John yelled.
The kid sitting on the stool was John’s brother, Ben. Ben was 14, one year younger than John.
“How did Ben get here!?” John cried. He got up out of his chair.
“He must have followed us,” Jack replied.
“Ben!” John cried, pressing his hands against. “Ben! It’s me! John!”
But Ben didn’t seem to notice John.
“The boy can’t see you,” the man said. “It’s a two-way mirror.”
“Please don’t hurt my brother,” John said, trembling.
“Don’t worry,” the man replied. “In fact, were going to make him much better.” The man smiled.
“What do you mean?” John asked.
“Just watch and see.”
The photographer was finished adjusting his camera, and spoke again. “Alright now, let’s see… Ben. What will we do with Ben?” The photographer was looking at a sheet of paper.
“Oh yes,” the photographer said to himself, smiling. “This will make a great picture. Alright Ben, all I need for you to do is give me a big smile, ok? ”
Ben was still nervous, but managed to grin slightly.
“Perfect. Now say cheese!” the photographer said. He was a very eccentric man.
The photographer immediately pressed the button on the camera. There was a flash of light… but this was no ordinary flash of light. It was the brightest flash that John and Jack had ever seen. It was almost blinding.
John and Jack rubbed their eyes, and then opened them again. Their jaws dropped.
Ben, the 14-year-old was no longer sitting on the stool. Instead, there was a 21-year-old man seated on it.
“Very nice!” the photographer exclaimed. “You take a great picture!”
Jack ran up to the window, next to John. They stared at the young man.
“Wh-where, d-did, B-Ben go?” John stuttered.
“What do you mean?” the doctor replied as if nothing had happened. “He’s sitting on that stool.”
“But… what happened to him?!” Jack asked.
“I guess you could say that John’s brother has grown up in a flash!” the doctor laughed. “Oh, I do crack myself up sometimes!”
The two boys couldn’t see the humor in the man’s joke at all.
Meanwhile, the photographer seemed to be examining Ben from all sides.
“How do you feel Ben?” the photographer asked.
“Fine,” Ben replied in a deep bass voice that was unrecognizable to John. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
The photographer was smiling from ear to ear. “Awesome! Now Ben, would you mind standing up? I’d like to get a few more shots of you in different poses.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all.” Ben didn’t seem to notice the changes that had occurred. It was as if he hadn’t changed at all. He stood up.
“Have you ever posed naked before, Ben?” the photographer asked.
“Hmmm… I can’t say I remember. Maybe... I think the flash of that camera’s left me a little dizzy.”
“Well, you’re a fine-looking man Ben. I’m sure you’d make a great nude model-”
The photographer didn’t have to say anything more. Ben smiled and stripped off his bathrobe, dropping it on the floor.
It was evident that Ben had not only gained age, but muscle as well. He flexed his arms for the photographer. It was obvious that Ben was proud of his Herculean body. He was wearing a huge hard-on as well.
“Ya think?” Ben replied, smirking.
The photographer immediately started taking picture after picture of Ben flexing and posing. When Ben started to grab his hard-on, John had had enough. He walked up to the man in the lab coat.
“You bring my brother back to the way he was or I’ll-”
Before John could say anything more, he started shaking…
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