Vadicutt had been a busy boy. He'd gotten to the hospital, hid from Blood, captured some survivors, and continued his research on them in the hospital's basement.<br/><br/>"Ah, finally a good specimen!" He said as he rolled a vixen female down the corridor and into his 'exam' room. He chuckled though he was human and had little to no affection for furs she was quite voluptious and did seem to radiate beauty.<br/><br/>As he rolled the vixen through the doors his other 'patients' began to go nuts, even though they were secured inside pens.<br/><br/>"Now, now, she's not to be eaten, she's going to be your sister." He said calming the others down and beginning his work.<br/><br/>A few moments later he had a new 12-foot tall, 478 pound, muscles bulging, female vixen who followed his every command. Unlike his previous patients, her muscle mass did indeed increase, but it didn't exceed her skin's limit, so there was no exposed muscle. She also had retained her chest 'assets'.<br/><br/>Somewhat intrigued by this he released the other six patients: his first, a male human, 6 ft tall, 345 lbs, nearly all muscles exposed except for his face; his second, a male bear, 18 ft tall, 702 lbs, some exposed muscle; third, a female human, 5' 11" tall, 167 lbs, a new concept "small and lethal" looks almost normal; fourth, female wolf 11 ft tall, 375 lbs, sister to an earlier wolf experiment; fifth, male racoon, 6' 5" tall, 213 lbs, a former colleague, he is smarter than the normal infected; and sixth, a female dragon-anthro, 22' 11" tall, 933 lbs, her scales are layered so they can easily cover her new muscle mass.<br/><br/>He ordered them to 'have fun' and to return before the next sunrise. He then turned his attention back to the vixen and began to think of the tests he'd run on her.