Samples and Results
By: Chazette

Ian and Bradley had been friends since their teenage years after meeting at a party through a mutual acquaintance. They had hit it off pretty well considering all that they had in common. They liked a lot of the same books and movies and had a good time hanging out in general.

Looking at the two, you never would have imagined them as friends. Ian was your typical clean cut boy-next-door; defined body, slightly long dark hair, and sweet come-hither brown eyes. Ian was completely aware of this, although he rarely let his ego show. He constantly used his gift of good looks and silver tongue to his advantage, mostly in keeping his girlfriend Natalie from wanting anything more than a night out. She never complained about a night with Ian, unless it was to say it was too short.

Bradley on the other hand was not what one would call well defined, but not what could be called fat either. He had dark red hair and a fair complexion to match. Bradley had long ago come to the conclusion that girls didn’t have a interest in him. A kind personality only carries you so far up on a list of prospective boyfriends, you also have to look the part. Bradley was often jealous of Natalie and annoyed with Ian. He didn’t understand why they had to go out every evening even after Ian had promised that they would hang out and maybe watch a movie. He also didn’t understand why Ian would date a girl a year younger. She wasn’t anything more than jailbait and a cocktease.

Ian could have been a jock, he could have been a straight-A student, hell, he could have been both, but his interests lied in theatre and film. He was a great actor, his teachers and the local community theater agreed, an actor destined to go out into the world and change it... if only the directing bug hadn’t bitten him first and turned him towards independent film. Ian filmed constantly. He filmed everyday life, he filmed bits and pieces of screenplays, and he even filmed a few nature scenes, but he got really lucky when he wrote his own screenplay. Ian started filming the moment he had finished writing it. Soon Ian’s project had created a snowball effect; he was picking up people and materials and funds from all around. Naturally Bradley was there to help and even suggested that Ian might send his film into some colleges he was applying to, or at least some sort of contest. Ian thought it was a great idea and sent it into one of the colleges he had applied to. The Admissions Board liked it so much they sent it off to a scholarship contest. Now Ian had a full ride to the best college in the state, so long as he continued to show such promise.

Bradley, who was quite the opposite of Ian, leaned more towards physics and chemistry. His teachers all said that he would be an ace scientist, destined to discover something hitherto previously overlooked and hidden in his field. Bradley thought this might be the case too, if only he could get an idea of what it was. With Ian constantly out with Natalie, Bradley stayed after-hours in the school science lab more and more, working on what he hoped would earn him a research grant.

The basic idea was that certain hormones could be isolated in specific parts of the body for extended periods of time, thereby allowing their effects on the tissues to increase. Bradley constantly ran into problems. Either the hormones broke down too quickly or they spread out from the tissues they were supposed to be isolated in. Finally, towards the end of Ian and Bradley’s senior year of high-school, Ian managed to create a compound that when bound to the hormone allowed it to remain isolated within the tissue. Unfortunately, the hormone in question was testosterone and Bradley’s work was considered only an interesting study on steroid use. However, his teachers still had high hopes and they sent in letters of recommendation. The letters played up Bradley’s laboratory skills. “If he’s this good at creating a compound that can isolate a hormone, think of what good he could do in the medical industry. He could create compounds to isolate medicines within diseased tissue where they would do the most good. He could change the face of the pharmaceutical industry!” And just like that Bradley too had his scholarship to the best school in the state in addition to a hefty research grant, provided he still showed such promise.

Ian, touched with the thought of leaving his hometown for somewhere completely new, wanted to have a familiar face to keep him company. Bradley, glad that Ian and Natalie’s relationship was going to be long distance and that meant no dates every night, was happy to have Ian to himself again. So it ended up that the two decided to room together.

Their first semester rooming together went perfectly. They helped each other with classes, kept from arguing, and generally went back to the way things had been before Natalie. After a few weeks Ian broke up with her. In addition to the self-fulfilling prophecy that long-distance relationships never work, Natalie had made herself known as “The Crazy Back Home” by calling Ian every hour to keep tabs on him. Ian’s films that he used to maintain his scholarship were well accepted and Bradley’s research had shown that isolating compounds for other hormones and drugs would take time, but were a definite possibility.

Then came second semester. The Academic Review Committee told Ian his films were beginning to lack in quality and that he needed new materials and themes more interesting than “Portraits of a Day in the Life Of” or else. The ARC also got a hold of Bradley and told him that he wasn’t working hard enough and that they wanted testable compounds soon or else. Or else being that the scholarships would go away just as quickly as the had been handed out. Both Ian and Bradley began to work harder. Ian wherever he happened to be filming, and Bradley in the Chemistry Lab. As pressure mounted they both began to work longer hours, and they saw less and less of each other, unless it was right before they collapsed in their beds for the few hours of sleep they did get.

Ian is hard at work on his computer, trying to edit the latest footage that he has recorded while Bradley is still gently snoring, half falling out of bed. Ian suddenly bangs his hands on his desk. “Fuck!”

Bradley jumps up confused. “What’s going on, what’s happened?”

Ian turns toward him. “It’s the damn frame-rates on this scene, I can’t edit the footage so that it looks real.”

“Is that supposed to be the alien monster that devours the humans in your movie.”

“Yeah, it looks like shit, don’t it? The Committee said that I’ve produced enough realism and that it’s time to try my hand at something new. They want drama and violence and death. Documentaries are a lot easier to edit than this damn alien!”

Ian glances over at the clock and then back to Bradley. “Weren’t you supposed to go to some meeting to discuss your latest findings at three?”

“Yeah, what time is it?”

“About 5 after.”

“Aww shit, I’m already late and I’m going to be even later by the time I get dressed!”

“Ehh, you’ll make it.”

“Make it? It’s 5 after!”

“Our clocks are ten minutes fast so we aren’t late, remember?”

“Oh, right. See you when I get back then?”

“Maybe, I think I need to reshoot some of this.”

“Good luck.”

Bradley dashes out the door of their room, intent on reaching his meeting before he is too late. He makes it just in time and sits in a chair at the end of the conference table near the door. At the far end is the Committee and they do not look pleased. As if facing a committee who holds the future of your life as a student isn’t scary enough, the Committee likes to designate one person alone to speak for them all while the rest maintain a threatening glare. The chair speaks.

“Mr. Bradley, as you are quite aware, we stated that you would have two weeks to prepare for us some testable compounds. Those two weeks end at 5 o’clock tomorrow, before you leave for Spring Break. Will you have something prepared for us at that time?”

“I don’t really see why you need something before--”

“--Will you have something prepared for us at that time?”

“Yes, of course...”

“Good, we look forward to seeing your results tomorrow.”

Bradley went straight to the lab as soon as the meeting let out. He knew he was onto some sort of medical breakthrough if he could just get that one compound he had been tampering with to stabilize. Bradley worked late into the night and on into the early hours of the morning. Ian had long ago left their room left to reshoot his scenes and then decided to treat himself to a party at the frat-house near his filming location before he tried to do any editing. Bradley finally finished his compound early in the morning. Fearing that someone might take it if he left it in the lab he checked his bag for a container to keep the liquid mixture in. He couldn’t very well leave with it in a beaker, it was against lab policy, and the beaker might break anyway. He managed to find a sports drink bottle and emptied the beaker out into it.

“There, all ready for presentation tomorrow. Wait till they see this. They won’t dare take away my scholarship after this!”

Bradley staggered back to his room and put the bottle in the fridge before collapsing on his bed. “Just a few hours, then I’ll get up and prepare the report and the results.” Bradley was out instantly. Ian meanwhile was staggering back from his self-indulgence. Half of it was being out all night, the other half was that Ian was tipsy. “Shit, I still have to edit that damn footage from today. And that little punk-ass actor, giving me lip about not wanting to being a hungry alien, that he wasn’t into vore. ‘What’s vore I said.’ Then he goes on some long ass tirade about eating people and shoving ‘em up you ass and down your dick. Damn freak.” Ian continued to mutter to himself up until he staggered into the room and noticed Bradley was asleep.

He sat down at his computer and started uploading the newest footage. Next thing Ian new the *ping* from his computer finishing the file upload woke him up. “Must be more tired than I thought, better get something to drink.” Ian went to the fridge and pulled out a few bottles and brought them back to his desk. “Let’s see, a couple of Starbuck’s Frappucinos a Coke, and some sort of energy drink. Not bad, lets see if I can finish editing before I run out of juice.” As Ian slowly worked his way through his film, he also worked his way through the drinks, finally downing that “energy drink” he found in the fridge. It’s nearly 9 o’clock in the morning and Ian is having apparently trouble editing again. He bashes his hands on the desk. “Damnit! Why can’t I make this look real!”

Bradley jumps up again. “What, what’s that?”

“Nothing, the footage again, sorry, go back to sleep.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I need to get up anyway.”

Bradley sits up and stretches a bit. “I need to start on my report for my new compound.”

“You did it, you finally made something that the committee will accept!?”

“You bet. It took all night but I managed it. I’ve made a compound that boosts metabolism at least 10 fold, and that was just in the lab rats. They eat a hell of a lot more now, but anything that they eat goes straight to improve their health, they lost all that unnecessary fat, their liver, respiratory and kidney functions improved. And... well, their libidos have increased, the little horny fuckers tried to screw each other last night before I put them in separate cages Now that I’m more awake it seems that I might have stumbled onto something brilliant last night.” Bradley walks over to the fridge and starts to open it. “And that brilliant discovery is right here.” He looks into the fridge and sees that the bottle is missing. “Uh, Ian, did you take a sports drink bottle out of the fridge?”

“Yeah... it tasted a little like limes... Why?”

“Shit! That was my experimental compound!”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, I’ve to get it out of you, don’t I?”

“Can’t you just make some more?”

“No, not now, it took me most of the night running it through tubes and processes to distill enough, besides, their holding classes in the lab most of the day today for midterm exams. No, I’ve got to get it out of you.”

“Are you going to draw my blood?” Ian whispered under his breath, “You know I hate needles.”

“No, I’m not going to draw your blood, but I will have to use a needle. I’m sorry, but the majority of the compound is isolated in your testicles because the compound binds to testosterone.”

“Fuck no man! There is no way I’m letting you jab me in the nuts. I’ll help you out, but not if you want to drain my balls!”

“That’s it!”

“What’s it!?”

“Drain your balls! I don’t have to stab them, I just need you to cum! When was the last time you got off?”

“Not since Natalie blowed me to try to get me back together with her. So, about a month ago when I visited home. She gives great head, but not good enough for me to put up with her shit all the time. Why do you need my cum though, not that I’m complaining, anything’s better than a needle to the nuts.”

“If I can get enough of your cum then I can get some of the compound out of it and since you haven’t gotten off in a while then I should get more than enough. Lay down on your bed, I’m going to get something to catch it in and some stuff to get you off with.”

Bradley checks the bedside table and gets a pair of sterile gloves and a specimen jar as well as a jar of vaseline.

“Whoa, dude, you can’t jack me off! That’s gross!”

“It’s not gross, it’s the human body, and besides, I can’t rely on you to catch it all when you orgasm. I need as big of a sample as I can get. My scholarship rides on it.”

“Alright, but if I let you do this, you have to help me with my movie later. Deal?”

“Deal. Alright, drop ‘em and lie back.” Ian steps out of his pants and boxers and lays back on the bed with his feet resting on the floor. Bradley puts his gloves on and lubes up Ian’s soft cock. He strokes gently but firmly, but Ian is not getting hard.

“Dude, what’s up? Those rats were horny as fuck after the treatment, what’s wrong with your dick?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, well, Natalie always used to fondle my balls when she gave me a handjob.”

“Natalie again? I thought you were through with her!?”

“I am, but she always gave handjobs and great head. You can’t forget something like that.”

“Uh, alright, fine.” Bradley uses his other hand to slowly fondle and massage Ian’s balls as he jerks him off. Ian’s cock instantly springs into a seven inch hardon. Ian takes a sharp intake of breath, relaxes, and closes his eyes. “Oh, Natalie, just like that...” Bradley rolls his eyes. He thinks to himself, “Just a few more minutes of this and I can get out of here, separate the compound and write the report for the Committee and then I’m home free!”

Ian’s breathing begins to quicken, Bradley can feel familiar spasmodic twitches in Ian’s cock with every up and down stroke. He readies the specimen jar at the end of Ian’s cock and prepares for his orgasm. Ian’s breathing is really heavy now, his ass is lifting off the end of the bed as he desperately seeks release. Bradley’s ready, any moment now--

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ian’s hands come down on the back of Bradley’s head. He didn’t see them coming because he was waiting for Ian to shoot his load in the jar. Bradley’s mouth is wide open in surprise as Ian quickly forces his head down towards his cock. Ian thrusts upwards as Bradley’s lips come into contact with his dick. Bradley drops the specimen jar and tries to push himself up and off of Ian’s cock but can’t find the leverage. Ian gets a firmer grip and begins to face fuck Bradley, his hard abs slamming into his forehead as his balls slap against his chin. “Uhhh, uhhh, ahhh, alright, ahhh, Natalie, yeah, ohhh, c’mon, ooooh, you know you want it... Ahhh, and, uhhh, here, ahhh, it, uhhhn, comes! Ahhhhh!”

Ian thrusts upward, his ass clenching tightly as he forces Bradley all the way down on his cock, his face buried in the pubes as blast after salty hot blast barrels down his throat. He makes Bradley take the entire load. “Oh Natalie. That was fuckin’ great...” Ian slowly releases his grip in the afterglow. Bradley jumps up. “Dude! What the fuck was that!”

Bradley attempts to hit Ian in the nuts, but he feels dizzy and sick to his stomach and falls to the floor. Ian sits up and looks down at Bradley. “Oh shit dude! I think I blacked out! I-I thought you were Natalie and-and you were giving me a blowjob... shit dude, are you ok!?” Bradley’s breath has gotten deep and he’s closed his eyes. “Fuck dude, that was the only way I was going to get a specimen, now, uhh, look what you did.”

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can-”

“Ahhh! Oh god! It hurts, it fuckin’ hurts!”

“Dude!?” Ian just looks on as Bradley curls up in the fetal position, but he stares in disbelief because it looks like Bradley is shrinking. “Dude... are you ok? Shit dude, what the fuck...” Now Ian is sure Bradley is shrinking, his clothes are sliding off and he used to be just under six feet but now he’s under four. Another 2 minutes roll by and Bradley is less than a foot tall. Bradley starts to uncurl from the fetal position as Ian kneels down next to him. Bradley looks up an Ian unaware that anything has changed. “Dude, what the fuck were you thinking! I needed that and you totally screwed me over!”

“Umm, Bradley, you, you’ve shrunk. Your under a foot tall, I’d say about six or seven inches.”

“What the fuck are you--” Bradley looks around himself and realizes it’s true. “Oh my god! Do something! Change me back!”

“I don’t know why you shrank to begin with!”

“Your cum! Something about it must have--urk” Bradley is cut off as Ian grabs him around the waist and moves to sit back on the bed. “Your cum did this! I need another sample so I can reverse the effects!” Ian doesn’t really appear to be listening, instead he is smiling down at Bradley, who is starting to worry about his situation. “Dude, listen, grab the needle and draw out some of the fluid from your balls. I might be able to reverse this with some.”

“Uh-uh dude, you got the last out by hand, you can get this out the same way.” Ian lays back down on the bed and places Bradley near his cock. Bradley turns and looks up at Ian’s face.

“What! Dude! Fuck! Help me! You did this to me! It’s your fault!”

Ian just closes his eyes and breathes out.

Bradley can’t believe his best friend is doing this to him, betraying him when he needs his help the most. “It’s that damn drug! Your fucking sex drive! You’re doing this to me because you want to fuck anything that moves now! Damn you!” Bradley turns back around to Ian’s cock, which is lying soft across the abs he’s standing on. “Better get to work, I’m not getting any help unless I do this myself...” Bradley walks across Ian’s abs and starts to rub himself up and down Ian’s cock. He does this for a few minutes before he realizes that the cock isn’t getting hard again. “Damnit! What do you want!? You want me to play with your balls again!? Fine, you asshole!”

Bradley lowers himself until his feet are resting on Ian’s giant sac. He’s having trouble keeping from slipping down off Ian’s balls and into the crack just below. He grabs onto a few pubic hairs to steady himself and firmly plants one foot on each testicle. Ian’s cock suddenly pulses to life and nearly knocks Bradley over but for his hand holds. Standing on Ian’s balls, Bradley’s head just reaches the massive cock head in front of him. He throws his arms around the shaft just under the head and squats down, sliding some of the skin with him, and then he waddles back from foot to foot, massaging Ian’s balls. Bradley starts to work out a pretty good rhythm, squat, waddle waddle, rise, squat, waddle waddle, rise. Bradley quickly feels Ian responding, the cock hardens even more under him and the heat radiating off of it is sweltering. Bradley works hard for several minutes, rewarded and spurred on by Ian’s rapid breathing, but then he begins to tire out, the effort is too much and he begins to slow down.

Again, as before, Ian’s hands come out of nowhere, but this time they wrap around Bradley, pushing him up against the giant cock and balls. Ian’s moaning now, he’s close, and he needs release. He can feel it building up, a fire in his blood and in his balls. He squeezes tighter, jacking his cock faster and slamming Bradley deeper into the burning pulsing flesh. Bradley’s face has been pressed deep into the side of the giant cockhead for several seconds now and he isn’t sure that he can hold his breath for much longer with Ian squeezing him when suddenly the hand holding him shifts and he can see over the top of the cockhead. Ian is smiling down at him as he closes his eyes and his cock stiffens. Ian’s other hand comes up from his balls and pushes down on Bradley’s head again, pushing his face into the slit.

Ian whispers under his breath, “I hope you’re ready dude, cuz here it cums. I hope this-is-what-you-want!”

Bradley struggles to move his face, he knows this is definitely not what he wants. “I wanted a sample of cum, not another dose! And if this dose has the same effect as the last, I might be reduced to nothing more than someone as small as pubic lice!”

But it’s too late, Ian throws back his head, moaning in blessed release as shot after shot of warm sticky cum spurts down Bradley’s throat, out around his head, and in a deluge around his hands that are holding Bradley to his cock. Ian releases his grip and brings his hands to his face to lick them clean. Bradley slumps down the softening cock to land with a soft plop on Ian’s bean bag chair like sac. Bradley quickly starts to shrink even further now, unconscious from the effort and abuse from jacking Ian off.

Ian continues to clean himself up, wiping more cum off himself and into his greedy mouth. He wonders were Bradley is and if he still needs any of the cum, but he can’t bring himself to care. He then wonders if Bradley had tried to get away, but he realizes that he can’t get far being so small and trapped up on a bed in a dorm room. He continues to eat his load. He can’t believe that he shot so much. Bradley begins to stir as Ian’s giant hand came toward him. He was now only as tall as Ian’s cockhead, a very small inch. Bradley was raked up with the puddle of cum that he was sitting in and Ian brought his fingers to his mouth, ready to lick them clean. His eyes were shut and he was moaning still very much in the afterglow of the orgasm. Bradley tries to cry out, he doesn’t want to be eaten, but Ian cant hear him.

Slurp, Ian sucks his fingers, but feels something small in his load with his tongue. He dimly realizes that it’s Bradley, but decides to have some fun before he pulls him out. He swishes him back and forth with his load, toying with him with his tongue. Bradley feels very sick. He can’t tell what direction he’s facing or even if he’s already been swallowed. Suddenly Ian spits Bradley back out and he lands on Ian’s chest.

“Hey little dude, glad you made it out alright, but hey, you look a little worse for wear. That last sample must not have been good enough.”

Bradley stands up and looks at the giant that used to be his best friend smiling down at him. Ian can tell that Bradley looks worried and it thrills him. His cock jumps back to attention even with out someone massaging his balls. He thinks to himself, “Damn, sex drive is right, Bradley wasn’t lying!”

“Don’t worry little dude, I’m going to take real good care of you.” Bradley looks relieved. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’m going to send you straight to the source were you can get as many samples as you want.” The look of relief flees from Bradley’s face and he starts to run across Ian’s chest, trying to get away. Ian reaches out and grabs him between two fingers. “None of that now, this is for your own good.” Ian lowers his hand down to his hard cock and places Bradley on the slit. Bradley tries to stand up to run again, but Ian places his finger on the top of Bradley’s head and pushes. His feet start to sink into the slit as Ian moans, “For your own good, ahhh!” He pushes until only Bradley’s head is left sticking out of his cock. “Ahhh, that feels good.” Ian flexes his cock and Bradley’s head slips down and the slit closes. Ian continues to flex. He can feel the bulge in his cock sliding down, down, down into his balls with every flex. He feels Bradley slide into one of his balls, filling it up. He fondles his sack, smiling. Ian suddenly feels incredibly tired and passes out on the bed, a smile still spread across his face as his ballsac gently waves and pulses with Bradley’s writhing, squirming struggles.

The End