Kane.....

“Have you noticed any significant changes?” Pinky asks me in an uninterested tone of voice.  I start listing off all of the changes that I can think of.  She should be shocked, but she just writes on her form like it's no big deal.  Like she's used to hearing this stuff, or maybe she doesn't believe me.  I wonder if she would falter if I brought up her little escapade with the good doctor.

“Where's Colours?” I ask, hoping to get a rise out of her.  Also, I'm curious since I hadn't seen her yet.  I know it's one of Colours' volunteer days.  Pinky's pen falters.  Inwardly, I feel a small sense of victory.

“Colours is no longer with us,” she looks up at me.

“Oh. Is she okay?” I ask, concerned.

“She's fine.  She is just having some personal issues to work through,” she answered.  A partial lie.  Colours is not fine.  She found out about the affair.  I find it interesting that I know this.  It's like I read Pinky's mind.

We finish filling out the paperwork, then my vitals are taken, and then it's back to the room with the dentist chairs.  I’m not strapped down immediately.  I’m the first one there, so I have to sit and wait for the others to be ushered in and seated.

When they finally start restraining us, I notice that several from the original group are missing.  There are now only three men, including myself and four women.  It's strange that I’m the only one with a significant improvement in my acne.

“Yeah.  The nightmares are the worst.  And the stomach pains.  Once the pain passed, it was better, but I still have the nightmares,” the loser who had cat-called Colours was telling the other man.  The other man said he was having nightmares, too.  They both looked at me.

“I have some strange dreams, but I wouldn't call them nightmares,” I said.

“Really?  What are they about?” the other man asked.

“Mostly about protecting someone.  The ones that make sense, anyway,” I answered.

“Really?  Who?” Loser asked.

“I don't know who she is,” I lied.  They were all centered around Colours and , sometimes, a little girl.  “What are yours about?” I asked Loser.

“Rough sex with that hot chick, Colours, from the first time we were here.  I don't get it.  I’ve never hurt a woman before.  It's disturbing .”  He answered.  Alarm bells went off in my head.

“Mine are about her too.” The other guy said, “I don't get it either.  I’m not into that.”

“In mine, I’m having rough sex with a strange man, and I’m liking it.” One of the hookers spoke up, “I’ve never been into that.  Not even for money.”  Confirmation that she's a professional.

“Hey man!  What happened to your glasses?” Loser caught my attention again.  I’m surprised that he remembered.  I don't consider myself memorable.

“Don't need them anymore,” I answered.

“Really?  That's great!  I think my eyes are getting worse.  My contacts don't seem to work anymore.  The lights really bother me.”  I noticed that his eyes were red.  I guess that some hadn't faired as well as me.

Our attention was taken by the door opening and closing.  The good doctor had entered carrying a small, silver briefcase.  He sat it on the desk at the head of the room, opened it, and took out a vial.  It was one of those pre-filled syringes.  He turned to face us and sat on the edge of the desk.  To my surprise, he placed the needle end of it against his forearm, and I heard a series of two clicks.

“Doctor!” one of the assistants exclaimed.

“This is just to assure you all that this medication is completely safe.  The negative effects will go away.  The positives will stay.” He announced, “This is your final dose in the series.  Just be patient.”

“So, you've tested this on others before?” One of the women asked.

“Yes.  And I have perfected it,” Dr. Brown answered.  It is possible to be a jerk personally, but still be a good doctor, I reasoned to myself.

He started to explain the process to us.  It would be different from the first time.  This time, they would only keep us restrained for thirty minutes after the injection.  The restraints are on a timer, so rest assured we will be let go.  They would take our vitals, pay us FOUR HUNDRED dollars, and then let us go.  No waiting.  We just have to answer the phone or return their call in two weeks so that they can track how we're doing.

I looked at the assistant who protested the doctor giving himself the trial. 

She stared at him in stunned silence.  There was no mistaking the look of shock on her face.  The handling of this trial was clearly unorthodox. 

“To make you all even more comfortable, we're going to have you give yourselves the injection,” Dr. Brown announced.  He looked at the assistants, who were all standing near the door, “If any of you are not in agreement with the handling of this study, you may leave.”

Two of the four left.  Surprise, surprise.  Pinky didn't leave.

“Lilith will you pass these out to the men?  Take the restraints off of their right arms,” he said to Pinky.  So, now I know her name.  “Tina, please give these to the women,” he continued.

They released our right arms first, then approached him for the vials.  He whispered something to Lilith, and they both looked at me.  He was pointing at a particular vial.  Lilith picked up the vial and brought it to me.  She rubbed my arm with an alcohol wipe, then retrieved the remaining two vials and gave them to the other men.

We waited for the women to have theirs, then Dr. Brown said, “Go ahead.”

I took the cap off of the end that housed the needle, then placed that end of the injector against the skin of my forearm.  I looked around.  Everyone was looking at someone else.  No one wanted to go first.  I decided to just go for it.  I pushed the plunger.  It was quite painful.  More painful than any injection that I had ever had before.  I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, waiting for that second click.  What probably took seconds felt like an hour.  Finally, I heard that second click and jerked the pen away from my arm.  I flexed my fingers, trying to work through the pain.

As the throbbing dulled, I looked around at the others.  I heard a series of clicks.  None of them seemed to be in as much pain as I was in.

“Lilith, Tina, once they are done, put the restraints back on them and leave the room.  Set the timer for thirty minutes,” the good doctor ordered.  Lilith took the injector from me, restrained my free arm, and then moved on to Loser.  Once the other men were strapped in, Lilith looked at Dr. Brown longingly, then left the room.

Tina finished and carried the empty vials to him.  They had a whispered conversation, and then she walked to the door.  She, too, looked at him with yearning and left the room.  Is there any woman here that he hasn't slept with?  How does he keep track?  Did he do the hookers too?

I leaned my head back against the soft, cushioned headrest and closed my eyes.  I intended to take a quick nap or, at least, just rest my tired eyes for a few minutes.  The good doctor had other plans.

“Okay, so I lied,” Dr. Brown said.  I opened my eyes and looked at him.  We were all looking at him.  “This isn't really an acne trial.” he continued, with a crazed look in his eyes, “So, my girlfriend broke up with me, and I want her back.  I want her hopelessly devoted to me, and I want to be so attractive to her that she'll never leave me again.”

I frowned.  He's a lunatic.  What did we just inject ourselves with?

“So, I gave you ladies a drug to make you fall in love with me, and I gave you men a drug that will make you irresistible to women.” He continued, “Once I see that the drugs really work, I will give you all the antidote. You can get paid and go on your merry way.”  He indicated another small briefcase next to him on the desk, “So, just wait it out, then our business will be concluded.”

“What did you inject yourself with?” Loser asked.

“It was a variation of your drug, just in a smaller dose,” Dr. Brown answered.

Loser started struggling and jerking his arms, “I’ll kill you!”  He couldn't break the restraints.

“Calm down.  Calm down.  It will only take a few minutes,” Jason said.  I’m not going to even call that maniac a doctor anymore.  “The ones with the largest doses will react first.  Their reactions will be the most intense.”

Oh shit!  I’m already reacting!  My arm is throbbing more now.  I lean my head back against the cushion again and just watch him.

“You're already feeling it, aren't you?” he asked me.

I can't answer.  My whole body is on fire now.  It feels like my skin is stretching.  I look at my arms.  My biceps are expanding.  I can hear the seams of my shirt giving and coming apart.

I hear a woman moan from across the room.  I look in the direction of the moan.  She's seizing and pink foam is coming out of her mouth.

“Man, give them the antidote!” Loser yells.

“No, this is normal,” Jason responds, not bothered in the least.

I do my best to focus on breathing.  Don't pass out.  Don't pass out.  I can feel sweat running down my face, dripping onto my neck.  My jeans feel tight.  These restraints are cutting off my circulation to my hands.  I jerk at them, and they loosen.  I groan as a wave of agony slams against me.  I feel my eyes roll up into my head.  My whole body hurts.  My head feels like my skull is too small for my brain.  It feels like my bones in my face are moving around.  Breathe.  Just breathe.  I start puffing.  In and out.  In and out.  The pain slowly subsides.  My head is just a dull ache now.

All of the women are convulsing now.  They all have that pink foam on their lips.

As far as I can tell, there is no liquid coming out of my mouth, but I can’t be sure with all of the sweat.

I turn and look at Loser.  He is clenching his fists.  His muscles are expanding.  Sweat runs down his face in small rivulets.  I can't see the guy on the other side of him.  I just assume that he is transforming because the doctor is sitting in an office chair behind the desk going through his own transformation.  I feel angry that he is barely breaking a sweat.

The pain lessens more, and there is just a dull ache.  I would like to get up out of the chair and leave, but I am just too weak.  I close my eyes.  Just for a minute.

A mewling sound and a weight on my lap awakens me.  I am startled to find that a green haired, yellow eyed, pink faced woman is sitting on my lap straddling me.  She leans forward and forces me into the most disgustingly fierce lip-lock that I have ever encountered.  I struggle, but she won't let go.  Right as her tongue forces its way into my mouth, I bite it off on instinct.  She throws her head back in a scream.  I flex my arms, breaking the restraints the rest of the way, and shove her as hard as I can.  She falls off of me and slides over to the wall as I spit out her tongue onto the floor.  She sits for a minute, then gets up and hurries toward me again.  I hold my finger up and point at her, “Stop!”  To my surprise,  she comes to a hard stop and just stares at me.

“How'd you do that?” Jason asks.  I look at him.  His hair is cherry red.  The iris’ of his eyes are red and glowing.  He has a matching red stone, also glowing, in the center of a tattoo on his forehead.  His face is covered in that pink goo.  His fly is undone, and his exposed limp dick is covered in green sludge.  That green sludge is all over his shirt and pants.  I feel revulsion just looking at him.  Apparently, his drugs work.

“Do what?” I ask, wiping at my face with my sleeve.  Yuck!  Pink goo and blood are now all over my sleeve.

“Resist them.” He replied, “Everyone of us became extremely turned on when they kissed us, something about the pink substance.  We had sex with them, hence, the green,” he indicated his clothes. “Now all we want to do is have sex.  The others took off to have more sex.  I’m only here for a break.”

Break, my ass!  Maybe a break from women.  He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

“I just found her repulsive,” I answered.  I didn't really know how to answer that.

“Then you told her to stop, and she just stopped.” he chuckled, “How?”

I had forgotten she was there, “Go get him.”  She looked at me longingly, then rushed over to Jason and hopped onto his lap.  I don't know how I do it.  I just do.

I get up out of the chair, a little unsteady, and wait to get my bearings.  Then I go to his desk and take out all but four of the antidotes, close the case, and take the remaining four with me.  That should leave enough for them for when they come off of their orgy high and decide that they want to go back to normal life.  I walk out of the room, leaving Jason and that girl’s grunts and groans behind.

Everyone I pass on the way to the entrance is either having sex or watching others have sex.  I find an engrossed Lilith.

“What's Colours’ address?” I ask her.  I fully intend on giving Colours one of these vials.

“I don't know,” Lilith lies.

I grab her arm and shove her against the wall, “Tell me!”  She blurts out the address.  That was easy.  “Now pay me!” I growl.  She hurries to a locked office, goes inside, and comes out with a stack of twenties.  I shove them in my pocket.

“Your name, please?” she squeaks, holding her clipboard and pen.

“Dumbass!” I grumble as I slide out the door.