The Trial, Day One: Missed Signals

"Wait, I don't understand. Run that by me again?" Jane asked, with a puzzled expression. She batted her eyes at him.

"Okay, so this trial is studying the effects of muscle stimulants on different parts of the body. Except, instead of electricity, we've created a compound that should replicate the effects of EMS much, much faster." Matthew repied, oblivious to Jane's eyes.

Jane was annoyed at Matthew missing her signals. He was a younger looking man, which gave Jane pause as to his qualifications to be carrying out this study. But he certainly talked the talk, and looked good in a shirt and tie. While he carried on preparing the syringe, Jane asked another question.

"Okay, and stimulating a muscle makes it do... what exactly?" She said.

"Basically? It should make it bigger." Matthew replied, matter-of-factly.

"Huh, okay. But how big are we talking here Doc? How fast will this work?"

"Those are exactly the kinds of questions we're trying to answer by undertaking this study. We're giving small samples out to hundreds of people from all walks of life, all genders, all body types. We need as much information as possible."

"Oh okay, so if you're giving this out to a ton of people, it's not gonna be unsafe right? It's at least safe enough for human testing?"

"Correct. Plus, those who do receive the compound will receive an incredibly small dose, at least at first. Wasn't this all in the paperwork you were given?"

"Probably, I only skimmed that." Jane shrugged.

"You skimmed the paperwork for a medical trial?!" Matthew retorted.

"I stopped reading when I saw the fee."

"Well, I guess that's one reason to participate..." Matthew said, skeptically.

"Are you ready for the injection then?" He asked.

"Yup, hit me up doc. Where is this going?"

"This first injection is going into your glutes."

"My ass?!" She exclaimed.

"Am I going to end up with a dumptruck like those instagram models?" Jane asked.

"That's basically impossible from an injection like this. Well, if it even is the compound..." Matthew added, awkwardly.

"Good save, doc. Alright, let me get my pants off and you can stick it in me." Jane looked over at Matthew

"No that's okay, these syringes are designed to go through clothing. Saves everyone time and embarassment."

Matthew bent down to inject Jane. She raised her arms to let Matthew get in closer.

"Maybe I should take them off anyway. Don't you want to see it before the injection, for 'control' purposes?" Jane

Matthew looked up just as he injected Jane, to see her wink at him.

"Ha, I uhhh..." Matthew started.

"OW!"

"Oh god sorry!"

Matthew held up the empty syringe.

"Wait, did I...?"

"What? Did something go wrong?" Jane snapped.

"I thought there were 2 doses in here? Did I give you..." Matthew looked at his syringe and over to his notes on the desk.

"That's fine though, right? Even if I got 2 doses, it's still safe, right?" Jane asked, starting to spiral.

Matthew read his notes over and over, looking at the syringe, and the small glass bottle he had used to fill it.

"No, actually it's fine, you only got one dose. I'm almost sure of it."

"You're almost sure of it?"

"No. I mean yes, I am."

Jane and Matthew looked at each other, each one knowing what the other was thinking.

"Okay, here is your cheque!" Matthew hurriedly handed over a slip of paper.

"Oh, thank you, what about-" Jane began to ask

"Thank you for coming in today, if you encounter any complications then please get in touch, otherwise please document everything and I will see you in 5 days!" Matthew said as he ushered Jane out of the door.

Jane found herself outside of the small medical office as the door clicked shut behind her. Turning around, she caught Matthew's sheepish face just as he closed the blinds in the window.

"I've had bad dates that ended better than that." Jane muttered to herself. She looked down at her cheque.

$5000.

"But none of them left me with anything close to this as a parting gift." Jane smirked to herself.

She started down the hall and made her way out of the building. She had already started to think of think of what she could buy with her $5000. Maybe some designer pants to show off her ass after the trial was done?

She didn't know it yet, but $5000 would not cover her ass when the compound was done with her.