Serpentitis

Carson asked how long Andrew had been before the second growth period had started, and how long he'd been having cold symptoms. Finally, he concluded "We can't really tell. It is possible that with a little care and rest, you could stop growing tomorrow. Or, you might grow for another week. If you are growing at a constant rate, it looks like you're growing around nine or ten inches per day. Or, you might grow at an accelerating rate, increasing by a percentage of the total length per day."

Megan asked "What do you mean by 'accelerating rate'?" She was grasping Andrew's cock firmly around the shaft just below the head (although her fingers didn't come close to going all the way around), and slowly stroking the adjacent foot and a half with her other hand.

Carson said "Think of it this way: Andrew started out with 18 inches. If he grows, say 25% per day, he'd grow four and a half inches the first day, and be 22 and a half inches long. The next day he'd grow 25% again, but now 25% is 25% of 22.5, so he grows something over five and a half inches, so he ends up with something over 28 inches. Then the third day, he grows 25% again, which is now seven inches, and he ends up around 35 inches long."

Andrew understood the math immediately. "It's compound interest!. But I'm already like 37 inches long, and it's only been two days!"

Carson nodded. "Yes, that means that either you're growing at a constant rate of around 9.5 or 10 inches a day, or you're growing at a rate of more than 25% per day. For that matter, the rate can change too, depending on the virus load in the body. Have you noticed whether you grew about the same amount each day?"

Andrew shook his head, and looked to Megan. "Don't know" was all she said. She was more interested in the deepening purple color in the head of Johnson's enormous cock.

Carson looked at Megan, and said "I'll be back in about 20 minutes. Please make yourselves comfortable." And with that, he backed out the door as Johnson slid to the floor and Megan began in earnest to jack him off and suck on as much of his cock head as she could get in her mouth.

* * * * * * *

When Carson returned after a half hour, he found them sitting side by side on the examination table, both naked, Andrew's arm around Megan's shoulders, with his incredible schlong draped across her thighs. They both looked tired. He handed each of them a large robe from a closet in the room.

"So Doctor, any ideas?" asked Andrew.

"Yes, actually" said Carson with a smile. "Andrew, how would you like to come work for us, as our spokesperson slash mascot?" Seeing their look of blank bafflement, Carson had them sign confidentiality agreements, and then proceeded to explain the business and objectives of Python Biotech, and its first anticipated product.

"We're going to need someone with a high profile, someone so incredibly over-endowed that our regular customers will seem just normal, and non-customers will seem like little boys who haven't hit puberty yet. Sure, every guy wants a 'wonder cock', but many will have serious second thoughts when it comes time to sign up and buy a treatment. They'll wonder if 12 inches isn't maybe too big, and maybe they should be more conservative and just go for 9 inches, and if they're only going for nine inches then maybe they shouldn't spend the money, and so on. They could end up talking themselves into indecision. Your job would basically reset the entire range, and by push the envelope to make the 12-16" range seem perfectly normal. You will be

very

well compensated."

Andrew considered, his head swimming. Megan thought about what his job would actually entail, and the kind of publicity he would receive.

And

the kind of women he would be associating with. Frequently.

Constantly

. "Ahem" she said. "This only works if it is a package deal. I assume you have something similar for women?"

Carson smiled broadly: "I thought you'd never ask. Opening the door and motioning to the nurse standing there, he said "Shelia, bring us full doses of MEV5-f and MEV5-omg, and an informed consent form, please."

While they waited for Shelia to return, Carson outlined his vision of the spokespersons' roles, which involved mainly living a celebrity lifestyle, appearing on talk shows, public appearances, traveling, and generally promoting Python's services. Megan pointed out that their clientele would be needing "exclusive" fashions designed specifically for their special needs. Carson made a note of this: an excellent opportunity, and this would be the time to start lining up a designer or two. Carson also explained to Andrew that he would need to take a blood sample, and that they'd need to examine him thoroughly to determine the exact cause of his second infection. He did not want the possible liability of repeat infections, and clients potentially unhappy with "Johnson's syndrome."

Shelia returned with a tray, on which rested a form contract, two vials, and a hypodermic syringe. Megan noticed that Shelia was (incredibly) even bustier than the nurse who had taken Andrew's blood pressure, and then realized that the heavy cock lying across her lap was getting heavier and longer, now hanging over the edge of the table.

Dr. Carson began explaining how the MEV viruses operated, and what sort of increase she could expect from the various versions. "Since you'll be a celebrity spokesperson, you'll need to choose one of the larger doses, either the 'f' or the 'omg'."

Megan grabbed the consent form and signed it. "Give me both."

Carson's eyebrows shot up, followed by a smile. "Well, we haven't tested any of the vectors in combination. This would be a pretty heavy dose."

Megan felt Andrew's cock stiffening and rising off her lap, just at the thought. "Well, you'll have to test it sometime. I'm game. That's what I want, and I've signed the form." She grabbed Andrew's cock so that it didn't hit her in the face. It did not take much to convince Carson: he had anticipated this, and now it was proceeding even better than he had hoped.

Carson directed Shelia to swab Megan's arm and prepare her for the injections, while explaining that the vector they used had been rendered completely non-contagious so that it could no longer be spread by inhalation.

"What sort of vector are you using? Is this adenovirus, a retrovirus, or what?" inquired Megan, as Carson injected the contents of the first vial into her arm.

Carson was surprised to see she was familiar with molecular biology. "No, a retrovirus would give you a permanent growth phenotype - you'd never stop getting bigger. We need a transient infection for our purposes, not a genetic modification. The vector we use now was originally an adeno-associated virus, which is only infectious in the presence of a helper virus." He paused to fill the syringe with the contents of the second vial. "We could spray this directly into the lungs, but for now we inject directly. Makes for a quicker onset." He finished the injection. "We will have to keep you here for the next two weeks, of course. Need to make sure that there are no adverse reactions, and guarantee that, despite our precautions, there's no possibility of contagion. Also, we'll need to monitor you closely, as nobody's tried taking two doses at once before."

Megan stood up, still holding Andrew's half-erect cock. "Should we go home and pick up our clothes and vitamins and things?"

"No need" Carson explained. "They're not going to fit anyway." He led them through a door on the opposite side of the examination room, which opened directly into an isolation room. The room was essentially a large bedroom, with a king size bed, TV, a large attached bathroom, and a kitchenette. "Better than my first studio apartment" remarked Andrew.

Megan was still carrying the end of his cock, nearly dragging him along as she examined the room. Then she turned to Dr. Carson. "I don't feel any different."

"Give it a few minutes or so." Carson smiled. "You can expect to feel pretty sleepy for the next few days. It is not uncommon for trial participants to sleep 18 hours a day at first." At this, Andrew's eyes lit up - sleep at last!

Megan yawned. "OK." Andrew wanted to shake hands with Carson, but couldn't reach him because of the way Megan was holding his cock. He settled for waving, saying "Thanks Doctor!"

"Better catch her", he replied. Andrew turned to see Megan's eyes closing. He took his cock from her relaxing fingers, and pinned it against his shoulder with his chin while he steered Megan into bed. He turned around just in time to see the door closing behind Carson and Shelia. Tucking Megan in, he realized that he too felt exhausted, dropped his robe, and slid in next to her. He was asleep in seconds.