Bloodmancer in the Jurassic Era: I use my Dinos to seduce Human mates-Chapter 233: The Compy’s Spiky Tail

Jimmy was talking to himself, and to the clone far more than he was supposed to. He was aware of it, and he didn’t like it, but then again, he was undergoing a lot of stress, and this in turn, made him feel that his mental health was the least of his concerns. However ironic that may sound.

He didn’t care to preserve his mental health tonight, but rather, he was trying to help his people survive, rather than get slaughtered, or simply flee the place they’ve called home for several decades.

Other than that, the seemingly simple, and insignificant syringe was giving him a major advantage, better than he could ever hope for, and so he poured most of his attention towards the syringe. Nothing else mattered right now, absolutely nothing.

"It’s taking a while..." He sighed, and grew more and more frustrated by the minute. "The enemy has to be like nine hours away, more or less. I hope to God I can jack up every clone before those hairy bastards get here."

The process was indeed long. The Compy clone kept growing, and only stopped doing so sixteen minutes in!

This wasn’t exactly a surprise, especially considering how much mass the clone had gained throughout the process, but he was frustrated nonetheless. He only had one syringe to his disposal, and at this point, the math was working against his favor.

"Takes close to half a damn hour to jack them up twice," He grunted, and raised his head, as to have a better look at the clone. "Jacking them up three times should take forty-five minutes, total, assuming they don’t explode."

Afterwards, he added, "I hope he doesn’t explode, but I’m not gonna waste any more time. I have two more buttons to fucking test, and I gotta make the Compy small again, because he sure as hell won’t be able to walk out of the bunker like this."

The ’timer of doom’ so to speak, was grinding on Jimmy’s nerves more and more after every other minute, and for the sake of his sanity, the next steps he took were in accordance with the timer. He only had nine hours left to make a massive difference in battle, and considering that the syringe was already providing him with a massive advantage, he didn’t have to waste any more time on other gadgets either.

He found his great tool of destruction already. Other than that, he even climbed on the Compy clone just to pull the syringe out, and confirm that the clone didn’t magically lose its great size once he pulled the syringe out of it.

The clone remained fourteen feet, or a bit over four meters tall to the hip, a monster in its own realm, and almost as big as Gutaxun too! The fact that the syringe worked just like he was hoping it would, helped him keep his sanity intact!

He was happy, for a moment, but the experiments had to continue, so he stabbed the needle of the syringe back in the Clone’s flesh. In its leg, this time, so he could reach it, and then he went ahead and pressed the third button on the control panel.

The third button, in his perspective, was entirely unpredictable! He fully expected the Compy to explode, right then and there, and he even took a few steps back for safety, but thankfully, that did not happen.

The clone was alright, as healthy as ever, and so he sighed in relief, and said, "Good... good... I don’t fucking know what the button did, but anything is better than wiping dino guts out of the couches."

Jimmy waited for another ten minutes, and he observed the clone in as much detail as he could, just to see what changed.

He was frustrated, because he wasn’t seeing any change. The clone was randomly chirping, and grunting, minding its business, really, so he couldn’t pin-point what had changed.

"How long do I have to wait?" He raised his head up, frustrated, and sighed, "I’m no fucking magician, I can’t make time go in reverse. Come on... what do you have for me..."

Jimmy wasted another two minutes looking for what changed, but this was when he noticed that he had spent most of his time analyzing the front-part of the clone. He had ignored the back-part.

"If button number three made his penis bigger, I’m gonna lose my shit!" He exclaimed, and then walked around the clone.

Thankfully, what he suspected was not the case at all. The clone’s reproductive organs were still hidden, so it was still difficult to even determine its gender, but that aside, the clone’s body did in fact change.

Specifically, its tail had doubled in size, and he found this shocking, but he also noticed that this particular growth process met its end already. The clone’s tail stopped growing, and now, as its size was big enough for half of the tail to lay flat on the ground, he scratched his head, and tried to figure out why a dinosaur of the Compy’s current size would ever need a fourteen-foot long tail!

"What in the everloving fuck am I looking at?" He grunted. "How random!"

It went without saying that this tail looked infinitely useless. If there was one thing that Jimmy knew, it was that he wouldn’t press the third button on the panel again.

"What a waste of time..." He sighed.

Jimmy intended to walk back to the panel afterwards, but all of a sudden, the clone’s tail jerked up by a few inches!

Jimmy was tense, so he bounced up in response, as if he was being chased by a predator all of a sudden. He tried his best not to cuss out the clone in every way he knew how, but seconds later, he noticed something odd about the tail.

"Wait a fucking minute..." He took a few steps closer, "Are those spikes?"

Apparently the process wasn’t over, because a set of four spikes grew out of the end of the clone’s long tail. Top side.

Slowly but surely, the spikes reached their maximum size, at five feet each, or one and a half meters each!

He knew quite well what the spikes were for, and at this point, the awfully disproportionate tail made a little bit more sense to him.

"Can he even lift his tail?" He scratched his head. "Damn."