OverGen: Chapter 1
2778 AD: Denver, United States of America
Second American Civil War Memorial
_Example individual report from the combined UN Security forces during the final battle against the so-called "Separatist States of America"; part of a larger conflict known as the Genetic World War or World War 3. _
Fighting was far more vicious than expected from an enemy living within an irradiated zone nuked several times prior, the majority of the downtown buildings were still also present. Most likely due to suspected kinetic shielding technology present at the site during previous nuclear blasts. Aforementioned shields were projected from a large generator battery within a large stadium known as Coors Field. Various buildings had been fortified and bunkers dug in multiple areas in the city, most notably in the Capitol Hill area where multiple large buildings were turned into fortresses. I personally led the assault on one of these, unfortunately the brass said I couldn't put any juicy details into this unless I wanted a black bar like this -> (I'm going to hope whoever does the redacting puts a black bar there, it would make me look dumb if there wasn't there).
_- Sarah Keyes 3/15/2467 _
Great... just what I need on my day off. Another reminder of how I'm a disappointment to my ancestors; it's not like I don't get the occasional snarky text from my parents expressing disappointment at my admittedly poor life decisions, "Oh Sean you would've made such a great doctor if you hadn't dropped out" or "You're so dedicated to this Sean, imagine what you could've done in an actual profession".
Now on a day where I decide to take a day off, and go out at the urging of my roommate, Marcus a tall 22 year old light blue furred wolf with a slightly skinnier than average build, I get a message of how my ancestors were so much more accomplished than I am now. I'd have wanted to stay at home and become one with my bed, but then Marcus suggested we go out... dumb wolf and his stupid infectious happy mood. Marcus was a bit of a history nut, hence why we were going to a museum instead of watching a movie or something. He's avidly looking at the final accounts of the war right now using the hologram projectors, watching them with such intensity that I wouldn't be surprised if they exploded.
"She has the same last name as you Sean, any chance you related?"
Dammit, I was hoping he wouldn't bring it up. I just love being reminded of how I failed to live up to the achievements of my ancestors.
"Yeah Marc she's like my great great great aunt on my dads side or something." Dad had always piped on about how this relative and that relative was a hero in the Second Civil War, despite it being a couple hundred years ago already.
"That's pretty cool." Marcus went back to staring at the exhibits in the museum. He furrows his brow while staring at the holo he holds in his hands, flicking his ears a bit like some people do when annoyed by a fly or something, him doing this usually meant he was thinking a lot, so probably trivia. It was cute when Marcus did that.
I grasp his shoulder and look over. "It's probably choice 4." The question was about the original name for the building housing the memorial. Luckily I'd overheard a tour guide just a minute ago call it the Tabor something. He looked at me skeptically.
"And where would you know that? Besides, I think the White Building would fit better here, it's literally painted white." Marcus clicks the fourth option anyways and gives me a questioning thanks when the board pings him correct. Soon we head on over to the next exhibit, although he does get a phone call and while Marc always talks in speaker phone, I only overhear something about pills from a female voice.
The day would go on about the same way, with Marcus dashing around the exhibits and messing around with the interactive displays, and I trailing behind him, glancing at most of the exhibits along the way but mostly just watching Marcus. On the occasions trivia was to be answered, I'd either eavesdrop on a guide nearby or discretely look it up on my phone. In all honesty I enjoyed it, wasn't very often that we could just hang out for a while like this. Between his job involved with some sort of research institute and mine fixing up busted space ships and the like, there wasn't much time where we could just stay together. We settle down around sunset to head to our favorite restaurant, Thicck Cuts, a large orange and white building with decor you would usually expect to see in one of those history textbooks about the 1950s. You know the checkerboard black and white floor, the neon in both the signs and shade of the colors, and random pictures on the wall of their food and local headlines, in that old time faded newspaper format of course. The main discrepancy between the old timey pictures of those roadside American diners was that this place had a large almost transparent glass front wall, with wide sliding doors that were also glass.
Anyways we go in and sit at one of the tables, it's around the front of the building and I could clearly see the quiet side road that the diner is on, a ways away from the main streets. A waiter walks up to us with a pen and a paper to ask our orders. Marcus decided to fulfill the usual wolf stereotype and ordered mountain of mystery meat smothered in honey mustard, while I decided on a more reasonable sandwich with some ham on it and chips on the side. The two of us decided to chat a bit about the day as the sun starts to dip under the horizon.
"So anything interesting for you today Marc? We went through pretty much every exhibit there, and you spent like an hour at each one." I exaggerated slightly but no joke if Marcus could put as much focus into well anything that he did, then he'd honestly be able to do anything. He was usually pretty scattered in the head most of the time.
"Well me finding out that about half your family participated in the war was pretty cool, although I'd have to give it to the fact that this place got nuked about 6 times beforehand and we're still able to live here. Ah, the wonders of modern technology." He gives me an adorable smile at an angle that highlights all of his features in the orange glow of the setting sun.
The two of us go back and forth, jumping between topics from our jobs (Marcus was pretty evasive about _exactly _what it was he did), the latest video games, and back to the events of the day. Eventually we cut off our banter as the waiter arrives with our food.
Marcus downs his mountain of food in the usual time of about 2 or 3 seconds; I watch this happen while leisurely nipping away at my sandwich. It would take me a while to finish the sandwich as we would talk some more, after which we would usually go back to our apartment together. Well that is until I spot a large truck swerving through the streets... straight towards the clear glass doors of the restaurant. I therefore respond in a manner appropriate to the situation.
"THERE'S A FUCKING TRUCK HEADED THIS WAY!"
Everyone inside the building leaps up from their seats as they hear my shout; numerous cries ringing out as people scurry to make it anywhere they deemed safe, jumping behind the counter or into the corridor leading to the bathroom. Marcus and I are trying to get through the crowd of people as my relatively small frame gets me jostled about before I lose his hand and fall in a heap on the floor. Pushing myself up I see the last vestiges of the crowd within the restaurant get as far away from the front as possible. I look over my shoulder to see the massive white colored truck bearing down upon me, the driver of the truck I could see frantically twisting the steering wheel in a desperate attempt to avert the disaster. A large logo proudly announcing Rockies Institute of Science and Engineering was plastered on the side as the driver had managed to swerve to the side, so now instead of getting hit dead on, it was by the entire side of the truck crashing through the wall.. oh joy.
BOOM
The side of the wall explodes as I bring my gray furred arms up to cover my chest while curling up to protect myself. It was a futile effort as I'm knocked to the ground and hear the sound of shattering glass impacting the floor while being sprawled out on the floor with the wind knocked out of me. The truck doesn't land on me but the back doors fly open as it lands on the side and even more glass is sent spilling out along with a few metallic things that are sent scattering on the ground next to me. The sounds of the crash start to subside as the truck stops moving.
I lay on the ground dazed, my head buzzing as the bruises from being thrown to the ground began to register. I try to breathe but sharp pains kept me from doing so, as I grimaced and took short shallow breaths. Running my paws through my chest fur I felt glass shards sticking in between wet and sticky fur, it seems like I've been doused in some chemical. With my current luck I'm going to melt into a puddle or burst into flames in a second.
'Great, this is how I'm going to die isn't it... getting Julius Caesar'd by a truck with glass knives.' Looking around I notice that nobody else had the decency to get hit by the truck, okay I should probably be grateful but seriously, only me. I'm not sure whether that is good or bad luck to be honest. My vision was blurring as I started to feel woozy, a blue blob that I assumed to be Marcus was huddled over me as the sounds of people shouting and crying started to take over after the shock from the crash wore off. People hovered and fussed over me as I drifted off into unconsciousness...
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Marcus
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"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS, THE ONE DAY THAT I TAKE.... THE ONE.. AAARGH!?! CAN'T I GET A GODDAMN BREAK?" Rubbing my head I stare at the knuckleheads trying to patch up the disaster, a tall solidly built otter with a lab coat on tight enough that he may as well be going shirtless with every single muscle being accentuated by the heavily strained fabric, a short bearded fox who I _would _complement on the well groomed facial hair if only he hadn't decided to get frosted tips (The curse of the 90s everyone, and no not just the 1990s, I mean every 90s. 2390s? Check. 2490s during the rebuilding of the entire world? Check. 2390s when the humans finally unlocked the secret to mass genetic engineering? Check, I mean every 90s without fail.), an average looking cheetah who looked to be the most regular of the bunch (don't be fooled though), and a few actually normal disposable lab assistants. Not joking at the last part actually, the crew had an old garbage chute turned into a regular exit.
"Hello Marcus, you might want to check on the condition of your companion." Kelvin, the cheetah, said in a monotonous tone. I hadn't noticed Sean on the ground, a large collection of glass shards and different chemicals spilled on him. He looked like he'd been hit by a train, well to be more exact a truck filled with various experimental chemicals.
'God I'm such an awful friend.' Hunched over him I gingerly pick at a few of the smaller shards, as Sean stirred a little he began to try and move while I restrained him. Sean's moment of consciousness didn't last for too long as he drifted off again. I didn't try to pull at the larger shards yet, seeing as how taking them out might make his condition worse than it was now.
"Give me a stretcher Samuel!" I yell at the otter who was currently trying to herd the crowd away from a potential chemical disaster while on his phone, most likely whatever government agency presided over our chaotic research team. Samuel gives me a blank look for a moment apparently having forgotten what a stretcher was, I give him a stare that would pierce through solid steel, as I growl slightly in annoyance with my hackles raised; he shudders slightly before realizing what I just shouted at him the moment before. Grabbing the stretcher from his hands I start feeling a burning sensation start rising up through me.
'Shit', this wasn't supposed to happen out in public and especially not now, the stress of having this all happen was triggering something I had to keep under control on my time out of the lab. I pick up Sean as quickly and gently as I could before depositing him on the stretcher, hauling it towards Kelvin as he motioned to come. A familiar warm feeling that coursed through my body now began to heat up rapidly. A warm summertime breeze that came in the hot weather felt far colder than it should have. I held myself and shivered a bit as the sensation like molten lava permeated my body. I groaned, wrapping my hands around myself as I burned up, dropping to the ground in a fetal position behind Kelvin.
"I had calculated an increased chance of an accident tonight due to the Samuel having control of the steering instead of you." Kelvin said as he began to half drag half carry me over to a van that had just pulled up. "I had secondary transport ready in case of such an emergency." The cheetah motioned towards the vehicle.
Another large white van had pulled up, also from the lab, I may have neglected to mention the Institute's strange love for large white vehicles. The door flipped open and a tall Australian Shepherd walked out. She gave me a quick look, noticing my curled up position behind Kelvin, along with an aura of heat starting to become visible around me, and swept me up into her arms, holding me like a puppy nestled in the long soft fur that she had. It was rather humiliating honestly, but I couldn't care less as she brought me to the cushioned (white, did I mention they liked the color) interior of the van. She turned her head towards me.
"Didn't you tell me that you were going to manage it? Did you remember to take your pills today?" The Aussie shepherd said, slightly concerned with one eyebrow raised.
"Of course I remembered the pills Matilda, it's not like I don't have you nagging me about everything I need to do all day." Matilda had this annoying habit of fussing over everyone on the team, said that if she didn't mother us all like children we'd probably have blown up the lab by now. I didn't exactly not agree with her on this point, even Kelvin, who was about as exciting as a brick on most days, had a spare cabinet of glasses for when they broke... regularly. If I recall correctly he doesn't even need them, but keeps them on for one reason or another.
"Well, excuse me for taking an interest in your safety and well being. Did you remember to stay away from places, people, and things that stress you then?" She says this all with a sly grin on her face. Perfectly appropriate moment for a facepalm, as I suppress the urge to slap myself, while gesturing towards the wreckage of the first truck outside the side window. The patches of grayish blue and tan fur on her face give her an innocence that contrasts sharply with the mischievous look in her eyes, as Matilda gives me a knowing smile. Her slow and deliberate walk as she strode towards the clusterfuck of a team, who may or may not have been responsible for the crash, sent a message that someone, most likely Samuel, the large buff otter, was going to receive a beating in the safe space of the research center.
As Matilda shut the door behind her, I curled up into a steaming hot ball of light blue fur as the feeling coursing through my entire body started changing. It turned from that harsh fiery heat that made me feel as if I was being boiled alive into this soft warmth that was beginning to feel almost pleasurable. The shifting feeling started traveling across my body in what almost felt like somebody caressing me from head to toe. It grew in feeling and intensity as I struggled to refrain from touching myself and dirtying the seat of the van. Well not that I thought anyone would notice another splashing of white across the already white color of the thing. Another wave of warmth swept across my body, this one being pure ecstasy to me.
"Ohhhh!" I couldn't help myself anymore, the urge to just grab my dick and start hammering away was just too strong now. I put my hand on my pants zipper and pulled down, exposing my underwear as that too was pulled down along with the rest of my pants. I could see my member beginning to come out of its sheath, hardening as I continued to moan, while further sensations swept across me like a thousand hands all seeking to touch me in all the right places.
Lifting up one fiery hot paw to my now full erect, throbbing, and rock hard dick I grasped it. With my right hand curled around it I started slowly pumping up and down, as my other hand explored my now extremely sensitive and warm body. I move my left hand along my chest and abdomen feeling myself up, not that there was much there honestly as I didn't have the liberty of working out like Samuel did much of the time. But it doesn't really matter right now to me in this haze of lust I'm lost in.
Experimentally I grasp one of my nipples through my fur and start tweaking at it a bit. Pure bliss floods through me as the action feels heavenly due to the effects of the lab work done on me. Sucking in my breathe sharply through my teeth I arch my back as my body thrusts upward, lifting my midsection off the seat with the feeling of such intense pleasure racing through me.
"Ahhh... I gotta, not here." Talking to myself to try and regain some self control so that I'm _not _caught jacking myself off in a van next to my best friend by the rest of the team. Especially Kelvin, he was adorable with his lithe and flexible body that he often unknowingly showed off when doing our daily business in the lab, but the cheetah could be damned creepy at times with his strange obsession over documenting most things on either a notepad or on video.
But I... I just have to keep going. I can't stop now, especially with how close I am to just... ahhh.. ahhh... My hand had wandered down to my inflated knot and was now softly moving around and squeezing that as well. Soft pawpads steadily working away at my knot and shaft, along with the rest of my sanity as I fight to stop while simultaneously continuing to...
I dig the my heels into the soft cushioning of the seat as as I hammer away at my erection. Twisting around in the seat I kick off my pants as I attempt to get a better grip, bringing my knees up closer to my body. Both of my hands are now furiously pounding away as I got closer and closer to a climax. I move my hands further and faster, beginning to hit my knot along the way. Each time sending a wave of pleasure along my body as I started to moan more louder. My hands become a blur along the length of my member as I continue on my quest for release. Then suddenly it hit.
"Ohhh, FUCK." White cum spewed all over my fur as I moaned in ecstasy. Despite my orgasm, the arousal didn't reduce in its intensity at all; it felt just as strong as a moment before, while waves of pure bliss still swept throughout my body. I look around a bit blearily, granted a slight moment of reprieve by the afterglow. Sean lay on the row next to me, chest rising and falling with the few shards of glass stuck into it. In my lust addled state of mind I think of how hot the corsac fox looks, having a toned body from the mechanic work he did. Well it was lucky he hadn't caught me doing this basically right next to him.
Suddenly I see some sort of white haze rise up from where the glass shards stick out of the fox, emanating from the wounds. Sean's breathing quickens slightly as the pieces begin to move upwards, before fully exiting and dropping on the floor, as they slide off his chest. Well that's good new and bad news for everyone. Good news is that he actually got something very beneficial from having some random mixture of gene altering chemicals roughly injected into him through his wounds; the bad news is that we're probably going to have to lock him in the lab for a while. Actually we were probably going to do that anyways so good news all around.
Deciding that I don't want to have my dick flopping around in full view of Sean, I manage to roll around to turn my back towards him. Hands still wrapped around my member I continue to masturbate and see if I can relieve myself of the effects of my... well I guess you could call it a superpower, if literally becoming hot and horny is what you'd describe as one. I let out a particularly loud moan as I play around with my nipples again.
"Marc? Is that you? Where are we and why is it so hot here?" It's Sean. Oh fuck me. This is going to be the most awkward thing in the world. I turn myself further into the chair trying to hide myself while still slowly jacking off. While I want to _not _get caught, I'm way too horny right now to stop in the middle of it, not when every touch makes me want to just orgasm.
"We're.. ahhh, just in a... ohh... ngg.. van." I can barely create coherent sentences in the state I'm in. Hopefully Sean doesn't try and come into contact with me right now. Everyone else in the lab, aside from Matilda whose modifications allow her to, can't touch me in this state. They all get burned cause my body temperature is several hundred degrees hotter than usual. Ahh god, I also get indescribably horny once my mods start getting fired up, so to speak.
"Are you okay Marcus? There's this weird red aura around you, I'm going to come closer just to see if you're okay." A footstep creaks the floor behind me.
"Wait... ahh fuck, Sean.... ahh... no, don't." I feel a hand on my shoulder. A moment later and Sean should be screaming, his hand burnt by the contact. But nothing, as I lay there feverishly horny, only stopping now out of concern for my friend. He had laid his hand on my several hundred degree shoulder and hadn't said a word yet. I get my answer when Sean moves closer and I feel his body press up against my back, the soft fur and taunt muscle all the feeling needed to elicit a cry of pleasure from me.
"Marcus, why are you so warm, ohh... this feels so good." Sean half speaks, half moans as he grips my shoulder harder. His claws dig into me as his hand drifts downwards towards the middle of my chest. I hear Sean's voice again, but this time much closer and far more aroused. He may still have his pants on but I can feel his growing erection even through the fabric.
"Damn, I don't know why_ _I'm doing this, Ma_aa_rc just let me get closer." He's clutching my body right next to him now, Sean's arm wraps around my chest while he places his muzzle into the crook of my neck. The tip of his nose pokes into the underside of my muzzle, his tongue brushing up against it as well.
A strange, _good _sensation cuts through the heat as I feel Sean kissing me along the crook of my neck. He lifts me up off the seat slightly, pressing me harder into his chest. Every second he squeezes down on me and continues to explore my body is another second of pure heaven for me. Sean's soft chest fur and firm pectorals cushion me as I grip his arms; the fox is pulling me upwards now into an almost kneeling position on the seat to compensate for his short stature.
"Fuck," Sean says,"I just want to keep exploring your body, it feels so warm, so good." My own hands travel upwards and grab onto his forearms, feeling the strength in them as I start to lean into Sean, rubbing up against him. Dropping my right hand I slip it into his pants, grasping his throbbing dick for a bit before undoing his pants and dropping them to the ground. He moves his own arms downwards towards my needy, twitching member. Clasping one hand around it Sean begins to steadily pump up and down, hitting my knot along the way, each time making me cry out louder.
"Aughh... don't stop." I moan while Sean continues to jack me off. My need only continues to intensify as the motions begin to start rubbing his rock hard dick along my ass and lower back. The fox's dick pokes at my ass as he clamps his jaws down on my collarbone causing me to scream out in ecstasy.
"SEAN, OHH FUCK ME NOW." I can feel his entire body around me, his legs supporting me as I'm now being fully carried by the fox, one of his arms supporting me and the other continuing to work on my own penis. He turns me around before dropping me back down onto the seat, both of us now facing each other with our erect, and throbbing dicks rubbing up against one another. I whimper in need as the muscular fox raises my legs while his body looms over me. Something feels off as I realize that Sean is the same height as I am now, while also having much more defined musculature that I can feel and see steadily becoming larger and more noticeable with each passing moment. I hear Sean growl deeply before I feel the tip of his dick begin to enter my tight ass.
My virgin asshole is roughly penetrated by the large red vulpine dick that feels as if it's somehow growing larger within me at the same time its owner is getting bigger. I can see that Sean's entire body is steadily growing in size. His formerly small but toned body is steadily filling up far past what a usual fox would look like and is beginning to grow past a build even a large wolf wouldn't normally have. The fox's entire body shudders as it continues to grow and fill up with muscle.
His height passes mine as the fox's body continues to pack on more muscle, his already powerful thighs growing into thick pillars of corded muscle, increasing in size each and every thrust he made into me. I grab onto Sean and feel his expanding back as it packed on more muscle; I explore the peaks and valleys of his ripped back with my hands as the muscle moves with each and every breathe that he takes. The much abused shirt that he wears stretches and sticks to his body, barely staying on before a mighty flex from the fox bursts him out of it, exposing the absolutely ripped fox and putting his chiseled body on full display for me. Cracking bones could be heard as his collarbone lengthens and his general skeletal structure changes to make more room to add on even more beef to the fox's frame, as the width of his body, shoulder to shoulder, is now enough to engulf me without even having to spread his arms.
I see the mounds of muscle on his limbs shift and grow as Sean moves his arms to support himself on his elbows, and positions his legs to better ram his dick into my hot furry rump. He lowers his body down as I see his flexed arms swelling from having biceps that are comparable in size to a softball into an even more powerful and larger slab of muscle about the size of a football. Bringing his muzzle down to mine, we begin to explore each others mouths tongues slipping against one another as we share a passionate kiss. He lowers himself down even further, allowing me to rub up against the abs that feel like a cobblestone walkway,they feel more and more defined each second as I'm rubbed against them by the continued pounding of my asshole by the massive and horny fox.
Sean's increased size meant that his chest was now in front of my face after we broke our kiss. Taking a shot at the distracted fox whose entire body shudders as he nears his climax, I clamp my muzzle around one of his nipples and go around it with my tongue before nipping at it lightly; my other hand moves from his back to tease away at the other. The fox's entire body tenses up and shudders as he does one final plunge into my ass and I feel him flood my ass with a massive load. Almost simultaneously I hit my own orgasm as I douse both of our bodies with a large stream of cum, letting loose an earsplitting howl.
And then I burst into flames. Not the strange red aura that surrounded me before, but actual flames that dance around like a raging wildfire all over my fur. I panic and am about to try and shove the fox that's knotted deep within me off of the seat, until I notice the flames aren't burning anything. They move all along my own body, an almost second skin that doesn't feel foreign to me at all. I gaze at my flaming fur a bit until a voice cuts through my reverie.
"Marcus. Um, I didn't exactly expect this." Sean says in a slightly deeper tone than usual, "I woke up and it all kind of just happened after I grabbed onto you and that weird red thing surrounding you..." He sounds slightly apprehensive and I could tell it was probably a bit weird for him right now, having just fucked his roommate and gained a physique you'd usually find carved on a piece of marble. The fox's chest expands as he takes a deep breathe and yawns, Sean must've been tired out from getting hit by a truck, healing, growing, and fucking, over the course of not even a few hours.
"I'll explain everything later," I say while pulling him closer and burying myself into his chest further, so he wouldn't freak out upon seeing me ablaze right underneath him, "Right now I think we should just get to resting a bit. It's dark outside and you just got hit by a car."
"It was a.. truck" He says yawning again as he begins to snuggle me under him like a pillow. I manage to successfully avoid his gaze due to him being unaccustomed to his new size, as well as his limited mobility due to him knotting me. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is a comforting feeling and soon I find my own breathing syncing with his, until I eventually fall asleep.
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Sean
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I open my eyes expecting my normal routine of shrieking like a vampire as the unwelcome morning sun shines into my eyes. But I only see the fluorescent lights along the white roof whatever I'm inside and the feeling of something soft rising and falling under me. Wondering who or what was under me, I take a peek, surprised by my large, ripped muscles. However I'm even more surprised to find Marcus is who I find, completely naked as well. Suddenly I remember the events of last night, the truck, the crash, the blackout, and the hot, passionate sex with my flatmate. My face flushes and I try to find my pants on the floor, succeeding I stand up and try to put them on. Unfortunately my growth has made these pants about 3 sizes too small for my massive body. Someone clears their throat behind me.
"Well you may be wondering what is responsible for your current situation." It's an average looking cheetah with high tech looking orange shades. "Last night you were hit by a large truck containing various experimental chemicals from our lab. Fortunately we managed to salvage the situation, and you luckily obtained modifications that healed you."
"Who are yo..." I get interrupted by the guy.
"My name is Kelvin if you're wondering." He says in a rather monotonous, almost robotic voice, "And judging by other scenarios, you would want the location next, no? We are in the third sub-basement of the Rockies Institute of Science and Engineering, well more like genetic engineering in our case. " Kelvin cracks a smile, it looks rather forced and only serves to unnerve me a bit, "If you want the time it's 8:46:56 in the morning, 57, 58..."
"Hey Kelvin, I don't think you'd want to creep him out like that with your shit." Marcus sat on the seat behind me, having woken up without me noticing, his chest tangled up with dried semen. He catches my eye and cracks a mischievous, almost flirty smile, "So Sean, want to join us for breakfast while we explain everything?"
"You'll have to get me something that fits first though," I respond, "But sure Marc, I don't mind. It's not like I'll be able to get into work on time anyways now." But my concerns with work aren't all that serious as I give him a warm smile back while stretching my new body out. Seeing something flying at me from the corner of my eye I catch it, and see that the cheetah has thrown me a large lab coat. I put it on and we exit the van, entering an underground area as we approach a large keypad locked door.
--End of Chapter 1--