An Unfortunate Screening
An Unfortunate Screening Written by grrside
Art by Arxtempo
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Jack frowned. The metal scanner's alarm had gone off. "Apologies for the inconvenience, but you'll have to accompany me to the private screening room", uttered a burly security officer in a monotone, bored tone. Crap, this was the worst thing that could happen to someone in an airport. Even worse than suffering the effects of a terrorist bombing mid-flight, at least in Jack's opinion. If you had to be taken away to a private room for a pat-down, it's surely because things could get inappropriate for children. Thoughts of the guard running his hands over his manly, hairy and muscular chest, examining every orifice of his athletic body as if it was no big deal and maybe even "accidentally" bruising his hard-to-miss enormous cock crossed Jack's mind as he shuddered. However that didn't happen. When they arrived at the room Jack was surprised to see a giant piece of machinery connected to a small laptop in the corner of the room. Such machine consisted of a big supercomputer at the top of it, a small square cubicle the size of the wall shower stall in Jack's bathroom, one of the sides was made of unbreakable glass and the others were made of highly-resistant metal, one of them with an open door. They stood at the door frame of the room for a few seconds, then a third man appeared from behind. "You have the honor to inaugurate the new screening equipment which will soon be in all the airports all over the country. It's forty times more accurate than our old x-ray. It could scan the skeleton of an elephant sealed inside a hard steel cage from thirty kilometers away. Not that there would be any use of that, but the stress tests were spectacular though." He laughed, excited to be about to be able to play with his brand new "toy". He went to the small laptop and woke it out of sleep mode. The guard commanded Jack to enter the cubicle. Jack noticed there were two footprints on the floor of the cubicle, a little bit too far from each other to be able to stand comfortably, and the guard told Jack to put his feet on them. As Jake did so, two steel bracelets trapped them in place, and the guard tied Jake's hands to two small hook rings in the ceiling with a security rope. "Don't worry, the machine is completely safe, these security precautions are just so the time-lapse we'll be recording from the scanning for statistical testing purposes doesn't get blurred out by your movements.", said the man on the laptop. Jack's spread eagle pose was quite undignified, but it beat having to get naked and physically touched. The door to Jack's cubicle was closed, and the guard stood in front of Jack through the glass with his hands behind his back, attentive, for any emergency that could arose.
The man on the laptop clicked on a small icon to open the program used by the machine. The program offered an spinnable, 360º view of the inside of the cubicle and the ability to issue commands to the machine. He triggered some virtual switches, moved the power slider to the "1" position from "0" and the machine awoke with a heavy, loud, inhuman metallic-sounding growl, the same one Jake did trying to get out of bed on Sunday mornings. A green light enveloped the cubicle. Jake thought that the scanned image would appear on the laptop screen by now. However, the view on the computer was just a camera, it didn't show anything other than what could be seen by the human eye. Suddenly, his body enveloped in the green light turned resplendent, and you could distinguish Jake's athletic body between his clothes. The camera, which was the only eye from which the man on the laptop could use to see inside the cubicle from his position, spinned around and Jake's backside came into view. "I don't see anything particularly suspicious, but I'll crank it up just to be sure". He slid the power level to "2". Now Jake's form was even clearer, you could see his abs in all their splendor as did the hairy nipples on his chest and, to Jake's horror, his cock and balls. He instinctively tried to cover them, but his hands were still tied to the hooks on the ceiling of the cubicle. He thought he could discern a slight grin at the sight of his large cock on the otherwise immobile security officer's face. Jake was proud of his cock, but he wasn't comfortable of showing it off to another man. The camera keep on spinning, his naked body being shown on the laptop's screen, and Jake remembered that they told him that the scanning was to be recorded for "statistical purposes". He thought of a copy of his naked body in his exposed position being sent to their superiors to judge the machine's performance, his penis and testicles being shown off as "proof" of its success. The man on the laptop examined his backside again, his eyes glazing this time to the hairy buttocks. "Okay, he's clear" Jake gave a sigh of relief, they finally realized he wasn't carrying anything illegal and would let him go to get catch his flight . "But don't take him out yet, I'd like to complete the scanning to make a stress test." "Alright", replied the guard. "If you need me, I'll be smoking a fag outside" and he went out. He wasn't here for his security, actually. He was there just to arrest him if they found anything on him. The man keep clicking around the program. And set it to gradually increase the power to test its limits. He was completely absorbed in the program, but then he saw in the taskbar of the laptop that the web browser was minimized. He clicked it. It was logged in to a co-worker's social network account. Teehee, he must had thought he had shutdown the laptop completely instead of putting it to sleep. Noob. He wondered what that co-worker had privately favourited on the network, surely there could be something interestingly embarrassing. Heh heh. The machine began making stronger-sounding growls. Jack wondered why the guard had gone out, as the cubicle was sound-proof and couldn't hear their conversation. He hoped the screening would be over soon. It began to feel hot inside the cubicle... Damn! All his private "likes" consisted just of pictures of cats wearing funny hats! He should just log out and keep checking on the program... It got hotter and hotter. Jack began sweating. You could now see his rib cage beneath the mass of muscles, the contour of his skull and pelvis, and his arms looked slimmer. Was this an airport screening or a medical check up? The man on the laptop got an idea! He went to the search bar and inserted "hot sexy male bodybuilders" as a search term. A post of a male bodybuilder clothed only by a small thong with his hands making a gesture as if about to take them down. He commented on the post ("Wow You r So Hot U're sexier than my grlfriend ;)") and shared it to all the people on his social circles, including his girlfriend and his mother. Hehe, his co-worker would have A LOT of explaining to do... The temperature was unbearable. Jack felt like his clothes were melting, and they actually were. You could clearly see his lungs and pulsating heart through his ribcage, his skull, his intestines, the testicles inside his scrotum... "HELP! Something is wrong with this machine!", he yelled to no avail, the man on the laptop still absorbed in what seemed to be an important task, the sound of his voice shouting and crying trapped inside the walls of his prison. His body began to hurt. His sweat intensified to the point of looking like his skin was being melting off his body. And it was. His form looked slimmer as the muscles in his chest dissolved until his bones were exposed to the outside world, his pecs and nipples melting until they became a puddle on the floor "ARRGHHH! OH GOD! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! I'M GONNA DIE!" The machine's potency kept increasing. His muscular arms and legs ached as they were reduced to their bones. The powerful x-rays had previously exposed his shaft and testicles, but their real interest was in the bones behind them. The cock he had been so proud of dissolved to expose the pelvis the x-rays were so desperate to expose. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The x-rays were only interested in showing the bones, that was their purpose. The flesh, muscles and organs were just an annoying obstacle in their quest. Thanks to the melted skin of his hands, he was able to untie them from the hooks situated on the ceiling. Holding to the last, unlikely hope that remained in his resolve, he began smashing the glass wall with all his might, but it didn't budge. He kept on smashing and punching, hoping to make an audible sound. When the man in the laptop closed the web browser. He noticed a warning dialog box had popped up behind it. "skltscan.exe is not responding. Do you want to wait for a response or force close it?" That's when he heard some pounding noises. They were coming from the machine. He stood up and looked through the glass. The sight that greeted him was like one ripped straight out of a nightmare.
Bony hands were pounding the glass, a skull-like face with melted skin dropping out of it with the terrified look on his eyes. the organs on his chest were almost completely dissolved. His arms and legs didn't have any flesh on them. The bulge that used to obscenely protrude from his crotch and tight ass now just a pelvis and coxis. He ran to the machine and pressed the emergency stop button. When he opened the door, Jake's skeleton was sprawled against the wall, his eyes had dissolved, leaving just hollow holes in his skull. To his surprise, the skeleton started to talk. "...I...I think the x-rays have blinded me...Can't feel anything from the waist-down...", its skull managed to say "You have to resist! You can't die now!" "...My heart...Is almost...Gone...Melted...Will I ever...Recover from this?" "There is a chance! I know a genious university professor who originally participated in the development of the machine! He can take care of you!" "...I'm glad...Take me to him...Take care of...My remains...My organs..." The man grabbed the skeleton by the ribcage, taking care that his last vital organs didn't spill from inside them. He proceeded to take him out of the cubicle, while forgetting that the skeleton's feet were still attached to the bracelets on the floor. With a loud "crack", the ribcage was separated from the pelvis. "...What...What was that noise?..." muttered the skeleton, worried. The man facepalmed at this oversight. He positioned the upper half of the skeleton on a table, then retrieved the lower half. He took a big cardboard box with an "Airmail" stamp on it and put the skeleton's legs on it. He placed the upper half on top of the lower half, the skeleton's head face down on his own pelvis. "...What...Is this thing?...It feels...Familiar...." The box was securely closed, and loaded into a plane from a shipping company.
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The professor opened the package, and looked relieved that the skeleton had arrived intact if it wasn't for the fact that it was split in two pieces, he hadn't been informed of that detail. "...You're...The professor...You'll save...Me?..." "Don't worry, I'll take care of your problem, you have nothing to fear now." "...Thank...You..." The skeleton coughed. "...I was afraid...Of never being...Whole again..." The next day, the biological resource room of the university received a new skeleton model. Its ribcage glued to its pelvis by a small, feeble piece of duct tape.
THE END