The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter SixteenThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Sixteen by Porter-Bailey
Zeke awoke with a jolt, but quickly sunk back into his pillow. All of his energy had been sucked dry in a surreal zap, as though he’d been through some kind of shock therapy. He looked around the dimly lit room, instantly aware that he wasn’t in his own house. The room Ezekiel was in was quite bare, save for a wash basin and a peculiar portrait of what seemed to be a castle on the hill, but it was painted so poorly, it was hard for Zeke to tell exactly what it was. He tried to concentrate on it, but the strange salty taste in his mouth was distracting him. He smacked his lips, trying to get a feel for what it could possibly be. Before he could linger on it for too long, Carla walked into the room carrying a large beaker.
“Oh good. You’re awake.” She said, walking over to his bedside.
He nodded. Zeke suddenly noticed the bandage wrapped around his forearm, with what appeared to be a long tube trailing out of it. The tube lead to a large funnel perched on a
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter FifteenThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Fifteen by Porter-Bailey
From his perspective on the table, Dr. Howell thought that Dr. Wilkins was the smallest musical instrument known to man. Some kind of an incomplete trumpet. And yet, it had been settled among her many medical devices, though Howell had never seen anything like it before.
“What is that?” He asked.
“It’s called the Pinard horn, named after its creator. It’s easier to listen for a heartbeat with one of these instead of a normal stethoscope. I ordered it from France a while ago.” Carla said.
“I see. Have you used it before?” He asked.
“A few times.”
“And it works?”
“Every time I’ve tried it.” She shrugged.
Zeke observed the Pinard horn thoughtfully, trying to brush away any doubts. It looked like a child’s tinker toy, but he tried not to let the negative opinion linger. After all, he was always open to new scientific innovations, especially ones that might help him with his own research.
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter FourteenThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Fourteen by Porter-Bailey
“This is not good.” Ezekiel said to himself.
Standing in front of the hall mirror, the scientist gently fingered his wedding band. It effortlessly slid on and off his ring finger, and if left alone, would most likely fall off by itself. He pocketed the ring for fear of misplacing it, and it was the first time he’d removed it in any time of recent memory. Zeke had no choice. He had been losing so much weight that the bones in his hands were more pronounced than ever. He no longer had his usual stocky figure, instead an unfamiliar skeleton had replaced it. His face was gaunt and pale, his arms bruised from the constant prods from needles, and none of his clothes seemed to fit right.
That was with the exception of his trousers, which the weight loss probably would’ve warranted a belt, if it weren’t for the sudden added girth around his midriff. At sixteen weeks along, the growth of the fetus was expected, but it was frightening how sickly he looked otherwise.
I.D.K Chap 5- PartiesI.D.K Chap 5- Parties by Kakashi-Soma
Title: I didn't know!!
Paring: Nowaki & Hiroki
Rating: M for Mpreg, smut, language, and Hiro-san's "love" abuse xD
Disclamer: I do not own Junjou Romantica
A/N: Chapter five! YAY!
"Huh..? You want us to come over?" Hiroki asked. Misaki nodded holding the little infant in his arms as she was in a little bear suit.
"Yeah.. Thought you and Nowaki-san can have more time being around kids. I had experience already with my brother's kid so it's your turn." Misaki said smiling. Hiroki pondered this a moment, "You can come too Miyagi-sinsie." Miyagi looked up, still sulking from being emotionally abused by Shinobu that morning. He nodded.
"Maybe you and Shinobu can have a fatty session." Miyagi joked. But got a book to the face from the pregnant teacher.
"Call me fat one more time you asshole!" Hiroki growled. Misaki backed up holding Ayame who didn't really react to the loud noise. Lucky for her getting that trate from Akahiko. Hiroki sighed and sat down. Six months, six months pr
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