Jake entered the imaging room in a jaunty mood. He wasn't in the habit of going to hospitals-- he considered himself far too fit to need their services with any regularity. As he glanced around this small examination room, however, he found that its interior reminded him of his actual favorite haunt, the gym, more than it did of a typical doctor's office. His eyes scanned past some medical equipment and landed on a weight-lifting machine in the corner-- it looked like a sturdy, heavy-duty model. His grin widened. There WERE times when a medical setting could provide some fun. Perhaps this would be one of those days.
Of course, the only reason that the body-building dog was in this hospital at all was because of his casual affinity for showing off. He'd answered an ad-- "Highly-muscled participants wanted for stress testing," the listing had said, along with something about measuring the performance of "extremely-athletic" hearts. Jake's eyes had widened right away. It was fun to work out-- but it was even MORE fun to put his muscles to use for other people to judge. And who knows... maybe if the right people were around at the clinic, he could even make use of a bit of his bravado at the same time?
The orange-furred canine loosened his shoulders with a roll, taking a seat on the edge of the weight machine. He had already changed for the examination, sporting a baggy pair of red athletic shorts around his waist. He preferred to exercise shirtless, with his easily-double-width chest on display. As he waited, he wondered who would perform the exam on him. He found himself hoping for someone young and built-- a fellow muscle enthusiast who would appreciate the substantial results of Jake's exercise routine, for example, as a best-case scenario. One could always dream.
Jake didn't have to wait, or wonder, very long. A knock at the door preceded the entry of a tall, muscular black canine in blue nursing scrubs and an instantly-winning smile. Jake rose up and shook the nurse's hand, returning the grin. The guy was a wolf-- or maybe a jackal?-- and although he certainly wasn't as built-- or tall-- as Jake was himself, the dog still found himself admiring the jackal's broad chest and sturdy lines. Judging by the similar expression he caught on the jackal's face-- not to mention the hint of an eye wandering down Jake's body-- it looked like Jake's chance to show off wouldn't be going to waste at all.
Jake waited while the nurse talked him through the procedure to follow. The medical technicalities didn't interest the dog very much-- his muscles were loose and were begging to perform just under his thin fur. Jake sat patiently while the nurse attached a variety of wires and cords to his chiseled chest, which the dog pushed out obligingly. The nurse explained that one set of wires was for an EKG, and that another was for an echocardio probe. Jake finally glanced at the array of screens and displays arranged next to the weight machine. This WAS going to be interesting, he thought.
The nurse turned towards the monitor banks and pressed a few buttons. Sure enough, Jake saw a screen light up with the electrical traces of a heart monitor, and then, even more excitingly, a glowing, grainy, black-and-white cut-away image of his heart itself, beating slowly in real time, flashed onto a larger screen. The nurse took a look at the pulsing echocardio image and let out a low whistle. The image of the bulging organ could barely fit within its display boundaries, and the automatic measurement readouts seemed to impress the jackal. Jake tried not to look smug. But the imaging set-up wasn't over yet.
The nurse picked up a remote control from a side table and punched in a few commands. Jake looked up to see a compact device resembling a projector lowering down from a ceiling mount. With a low whirr the device swiveled on its hanger, until its aperture was aiming directly at Jake's heart. Jake blinked in surprise. Another button press, and suddenly, the projector emitted a blue beam of light that landed across Jake's chest. At the center of the beam, Jake noticed with some amusement, was a bright blue calibration marker positioned directly over his heart. The nurse smiled sheepishly.
"THIS is our most exciting toy," he began, playing with the remote. "A 3D scanner. It records a live three-dimensional image of a patient's heart and projects that model onto a screen for us to examine from any angle we wish. An auto-tracking feature locks the scan beam directly onto the heart for a consistently clear view. I believe," he added, looking up, meeting Jake's eyes and smiling, "That your heart will be especially fun to view." The nurse clicked the remote one more time, turning towards a third, even larger video monitor. Jake's gaze followed the nurse's eyes. The screen lit up.
There, on full display, was the glistening, bulging, throbbing life-like shape of Jake's heart. Although not easily excited by medical technology, Jake felt his breath catch just slightly as he viewed the surreal image-- and even that tiny hitch in his chest was displayed on the screen, if just for an instant. Looking at his own heart, Jake saw that it was HUGE... his heart was as swollen as his enormous pecs, biceps, and abs. Its enormous chambers throbbed slowly and calmly, as the sound of well-oiled valves and forceful rushes of blood filled the room. Jake noticed with delight that the nurse's tail twitched as the jackal watched the monitor, his back turned to him.
"Well..." started the nurse, taking it in. "I guess I wasn't mistaken. That's quite the engine you have there." He paused, watching, as if transfixed. "Of course..." he turned back to Jake, "What we REALLY want to do is to watch it under pressure. And judging by your... physique, I'm sure you're more than able to deliver."
Jake quickly snapped out of his mini-reverie, giving his widest grin yet. "Never been more able or ready, Nurse," he chimed in. "Just give me some weights, and I'll show you what I can do."
The nurse glanced behind Jake, eyeing the equipment. "You've got a hundred pounds on there already," he observed.
Jake made a scoffing sound. The dog turned around on his seat, eyeing the pile of spare iron disks behind the machine as well. "If you want to see what I can do-- and how my heart reacts-- I'll need a bit more to work with than that. Just hook on... all of those."
The nurse raised an eyebrow, as if Jake was pulling his leg-- but something in the dog's expression said that he was being quite serious. The nurse shrugged, a bit playfully, obliging. Within a minute, the entire supply of spare weights had been fastened together to the machine. The weight hanging on the pulleys must have been, what-- a thousand pounds...? The thought didn't bother Jake. The nurse stepped back in front of the machine, eyeing its user.
"Alright then, Big Guy," he said, with a growing informality to his tone that Jake enjoyed hearing, "Let's see what you've got."
Jake could barely contain his smirk-- he'd been waiting to hear those words. He gripped the machine's handles, getting used to their feel-- and pulled. His massive arms bulged, his chest strained-- and, to the nurse's visible astonishment, the pile of weights lifted just off the floor. The dog cracked his neck, casually-- this was nothing. With a mighty flexing of biceps and chest, the weights lifted to their maximum height behind him. As the nurse stared, Jake lowered them-- holding them just ABOVE floor level, for good measure. Then he lifted them again. And repeated the process. The jackal gaped.
"How's THAT... 'Big Guy'?" joked the orange canine. He was enjoying this attention more than he'd even anticipated.
"I... well... I..." stuttered the black canine, "I've never seen anything... quite like this... th-that is... we-- I, I mean-- really should be monitoring your heart, now..." He turned towards his screens, and his eyes soon latched onto the huge 3D scanner monitor. There, the dog's heart pulsed calmly in its place. Despite the Herculean task being put upon it, the organ beat slowly and ponderously, it's cavernous chambers lazily swelling with blood and easily pushing it back out through the sculpted body surrounding it. The nurse spun the model around with a trackball control, examining its every surface. The readings coming in were off the charts-- ventricular volume, left cardiac output, valve efficiency-- the numbers read more like garage stats than medical stats.
"God..." muttered the nurse, turning and glancing from Jake's face down to his giant bare chest. "Your heart isn't affected by the stress at all!"
Jake chuckled to himself, as the dog's heart gave a tiny quiver on its screen-- right as the jackal's eyes turned away from the display to land on his chest instead. Perhaps the stress of the weights didn't affect his heart, he thought wryly-- but the stress of this nurse's attention might be another matter altogether.
"Hey," said Jake, giving the nurse an effortlessly-flirtatious wink, "Can I buy you a drink after your shift...? Afterwards-- if you'd like-- I'll even let you check on my heart in private... maybe those results will impress-- or surprise you."
The nurse's eyes widened-- but a half-second later, that familiar smile crept back across his face.
"I'd enjoy that..." he replied, his finger stroking his remote control subconsciously. "I'll bring my kit."
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This piece is part of a trade initiated by apexthump -- Jake belongs to him! I hope you enjoy!
Of course, the only reason that the body-building dog was in this hospital at all was because of his casual affinity for showing off. He'd answered an ad-- "Highly-muscled participants wanted for stress testing," the listing had said, along with something about measuring the performance of "extremely-athletic" hearts. Jake's eyes had widened right away. It was fun to work out-- but it was even MORE fun to put his muscles to use for other people to judge. And who knows... maybe if the right people were around at the clinic, he could even make use of a bit of his bravado at the same time?
The orange-furred canine loosened his shoulders with a roll, taking a seat on the edge of the weight machine. He had already changed for the examination, sporting a baggy pair of red athletic shorts around his waist. He preferred to exercise shirtless, with his easily-double-width chest on display. As he waited, he wondered who would perform the exam on him. He found himself hoping for someone young and built-- a fellow muscle enthusiast who would appreciate the substantial results of Jake's exercise routine, for example, as a best-case scenario. One could always dream.
Jake didn't have to wait, or wonder, very long. A knock at the door preceded the entry of a tall, muscular black canine in blue nursing scrubs and an instantly-winning smile. Jake rose up and shook the nurse's hand, returning the grin. The guy was a wolf-- or maybe a jackal?-- and although he certainly wasn't as built-- or tall-- as Jake was himself, the dog still found himself admiring the jackal's broad chest and sturdy lines. Judging by the similar expression he caught on the jackal's face-- not to mention the hint of an eye wandering down Jake's body-- it looked like Jake's chance to show off wouldn't be going to waste at all.
Jake waited while the nurse talked him through the procedure to follow. The medical technicalities didn't interest the dog very much-- his muscles were loose and were begging to perform just under his thin fur. Jake sat patiently while the nurse attached a variety of wires and cords to his chiseled chest, which the dog pushed out obligingly. The nurse explained that one set of wires was for an EKG, and that another was for an echocardio probe. Jake finally glanced at the array of screens and displays arranged next to the weight machine. This WAS going to be interesting, he thought.
The nurse turned towards the monitor banks and pressed a few buttons. Sure enough, Jake saw a screen light up with the electrical traces of a heart monitor, and then, even more excitingly, a glowing, grainy, black-and-white cut-away image of his heart itself, beating slowly in real time, flashed onto a larger screen. The nurse took a look at the pulsing echocardio image and let out a low whistle. The image of the bulging organ could barely fit within its display boundaries, and the automatic measurement readouts seemed to impress the jackal. Jake tried not to look smug. But the imaging set-up wasn't over yet.
The nurse picked up a remote control from a side table and punched in a few commands. Jake looked up to see a compact device resembling a projector lowering down from a ceiling mount. With a low whirr the device swiveled on its hanger, until its aperture was aiming directly at Jake's heart. Jake blinked in surprise. Another button press, and suddenly, the projector emitted a blue beam of light that landed across Jake's chest. At the center of the beam, Jake noticed with some amusement, was a bright blue calibration marker positioned directly over his heart. The nurse smiled sheepishly.
"THIS is our most exciting toy," he began, playing with the remote. "A 3D scanner. It records a live three-dimensional image of a patient's heart and projects that model onto a screen for us to examine from any angle we wish. An auto-tracking feature locks the scan beam directly onto the heart for a consistently clear view. I believe," he added, looking up, meeting Jake's eyes and smiling, "That your heart will be especially fun to view." The nurse clicked the remote one more time, turning towards a third, even larger video monitor. Jake's gaze followed the nurse's eyes. The screen lit up.
There, on full display, was the glistening, bulging, throbbing life-like shape of Jake's heart. Although not easily excited by medical technology, Jake felt his breath catch just slightly as he viewed the surreal image-- and even that tiny hitch in his chest was displayed on the screen, if just for an instant. Looking at his own heart, Jake saw that it was HUGE... his heart was as swollen as his enormous pecs, biceps, and abs. Its enormous chambers throbbed slowly and calmly, as the sound of well-oiled valves and forceful rushes of blood filled the room. Jake noticed with delight that the nurse's tail twitched as the jackal watched the monitor, his back turned to him.
"Well..." started the nurse, taking it in. "I guess I wasn't mistaken. That's quite the engine you have there." He paused, watching, as if transfixed. "Of course..." he turned back to Jake, "What we REALLY want to do is to watch it under pressure. And judging by your... physique, I'm sure you're more than able to deliver."
Jake quickly snapped out of his mini-reverie, giving his widest grin yet. "Never been more able or ready, Nurse," he chimed in. "Just give me some weights, and I'll show you what I can do."
The nurse glanced behind Jake, eyeing the equipment. "You've got a hundred pounds on there already," he observed.
Jake made a scoffing sound. The dog turned around on his seat, eyeing the pile of spare iron disks behind the machine as well. "If you want to see what I can do-- and how my heart reacts-- I'll need a bit more to work with than that. Just hook on... all of those."
The nurse raised an eyebrow, as if Jake was pulling his leg-- but something in the dog's expression said that he was being quite serious. The nurse shrugged, a bit playfully, obliging. Within a minute, the entire supply of spare weights had been fastened together to the machine. The weight hanging on the pulleys must have been, what-- a thousand pounds...? The thought didn't bother Jake. The nurse stepped back in front of the machine, eyeing its user.
"Alright then, Big Guy," he said, with a growing informality to his tone that Jake enjoyed hearing, "Let's see what you've got."
Jake could barely contain his smirk-- he'd been waiting to hear those words. He gripped the machine's handles, getting used to their feel-- and pulled. His massive arms bulged, his chest strained-- and, to the nurse's visible astonishment, the pile of weights lifted just off the floor. The dog cracked his neck, casually-- this was nothing. With a mighty flexing of biceps and chest, the weights lifted to their maximum height behind him. As the nurse stared, Jake lowered them-- holding them just ABOVE floor level, for good measure. Then he lifted them again. And repeated the process. The jackal gaped.
"How's THAT... 'Big Guy'?" joked the orange canine. He was enjoying this attention more than he'd even anticipated.
"I... well... I..." stuttered the black canine, "I've never seen anything... quite like this... th-that is... we-- I, I mean-- really should be monitoring your heart, now..." He turned towards his screens, and his eyes soon latched onto the huge 3D scanner monitor. There, the dog's heart pulsed calmly in its place. Despite the Herculean task being put upon it, the organ beat slowly and ponderously, it's cavernous chambers lazily swelling with blood and easily pushing it back out through the sculpted body surrounding it. The nurse spun the model around with a trackball control, examining its every surface. The readings coming in were off the charts-- ventricular volume, left cardiac output, valve efficiency-- the numbers read more like garage stats than medical stats.
"God..." muttered the nurse, turning and glancing from Jake's face down to his giant bare chest. "Your heart isn't affected by the stress at all!"
Jake chuckled to himself, as the dog's heart gave a tiny quiver on its screen-- right as the jackal's eyes turned away from the display to land on his chest instead. Perhaps the stress of the weights didn't affect his heart, he thought wryly-- but the stress of this nurse's attention might be another matter altogether.
"Hey," said Jake, giving the nurse an effortlessly-flirtatious wink, "Can I buy you a drink after your shift...? Afterwards-- if you'd like-- I'll even let you check on my heart in private... maybe those results will impress-- or surprise you."
The nurse's eyes widened-- but a half-second later, that familiar smile crept back across his face.
"I'd enjoy that..." he replied, his finger stroking his remote control subconsciously. "I'll bring my kit."
---
This piece is part of a trade initiated by apexthump -- Jake belongs to him! I hope you enjoy!
Category All / All
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1243px
Man, this is so GOOD. This makes my day thousand times better - I don't need preworkout tonight, my ticker gets pumped just by seeing and reading this. I hope to finish yours soon!
Just the right soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFemMdEdLLk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFemMdEdLLk
Damn this looks awesome! Been a while since I've seen your art! This really made my night!
Another incredible device of the future.
I see a romance blooming. That nurse looks quite buff himself. Maybe they can take turns examining their hearts.
I like Jake too. I would love to examine his abs.
I see a romance blooming. That nurse looks quite buff himself. Maybe they can take turns examining their hearts.
I like Jake too. I would love to examine his abs.
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