The stranger, the chaperone, stood before twelve experiments before him. Each were deep in stasis, their muscles tight and bulging overtly against their bounds. Each and ever one of them was being pumped with testosterone amid a cocktail of other chemical ingredients. He held a contest in his mind to see which of his pets would grow the others.

      He jotted down a series of notes as he studied their vitals.

      So far the one that impressed him the most ws Axel Burns. He stood locked in place before him in a blind stupor. Axel’s eyes were covered, his lips spread wide enough to show him grinding his teeth. The girth of his penis had extended down to his knees! Veins the size of cables pulsed underneath the layers of burning flesh. The bulbous tip was dripping a thick layer of preseminal fluids. 

      “Soon…” The chaperone spoke under the noise of men driven to the edge of insanity. “Very soon.”