Laboratory Seven -- Chapter 2
#2 of Laboratory Seven
Laboratory Seven - Chapter 2
by Biohazard Bunny
Tryone tossed his flashlight from hand to hand, making it twist and flip in ever more complex manners as he walked along the side of Laboratory Seven. It was not until he had to fetch his near field communications keycard from his belt that he stopped. He tapped the card on the pad and opened the door to the 7200's wing of the lab.
It was not one of his assigned buildings, but since Aidan had not picked up the phone when he had called, he assumed the other guard had to already be here. Nonetheless, all the cameras were down in one of the labs which prompted him to check it out himself. Sure enough, halfway down the hall, a light was on in the lab.
He nonchalantly walked down the hallway, still tossing his flashlight. This job was awfully dull, but whatever got him out of that cramped room he welcomed, short of any type of actual intrusion. Not that he had anything to worry about, he had worked here for ten years and in that time had only dealt with one incident.
He was only a few doors down from the lab when he saw the door opening up. A smile crossed his face and he slowed to a stop, shifting his weight to one foot.
"Hey, y'see anything interesting?" He shouted, trailing off then a figure much taller and bulkier than he had expected stepped from the room. Each step the thing made a metallic sound against he floor. His heart caught in his chest and he nearly dropped his flashlight in shock.
It took him only a second to shine the light on the figure, though it felt like minutes to him. He nearly yelled when he saw some strange mix of rubber and metal shaped like some kind of horse walking towards him. The monster was most noticeably naked as it black shaft hung between its legs, slapping against his thighs as he stepped forward.
Tyrone gained enough composure to fumble for his gun as he backed up. "Stay the fuck away!" He yelled as he brought a shaky hand up, clasping the gun and flashlight together. The equine walked forward, not stopping at all. He tried hard to remember his training as he calmed himself down and gently squeezed at the trigger.
A shot rang out in the hallway, reverberating off the walls. It hit its mark, the bullet digging into the monster's chest. Tyrone stared in disbelief as the equine slowed only slightly, the bullet hole left behind filled in with that rubbery substance. It was not some kind of suit, the thing was made of rubber!
He fired off the rest of his clip, each bullet causing the monster to stagger, but only slowing its inexorable march towards him. He pulled the trigger until he heard the hollow clicks, realizing he was out of bullets. He knew he had a few clips at his side, but he was too stunned to even think about grabbing them.
"That looks like fun." The monster said after it laughed manically. It was then Tyrone noticed the zebra had a belt at its side just like he had. Whatever this thing was, it must have killed Aidan and he was next. He finally found the strength to move his legs and turned to run.
The zebra laughed behind him as his fingers unsnapped a button on the holster to his side. He pulled the gun out and held it in front of him. He had always been a good shot as a human, but his eyesight and motor controls were far superior now. It was not long before another shot rang out in the hallway and echoed off the walls. In an instant, the bullet had found its mark.
Tyrone cried out in pain as he felt a stinging in his arm. He drew air through his clenched teeth and knew he had been lucky to just get hit in the arm. He was not even half way down the hall yet, he would never make it out of the building without getting shot again. He spotted a door with a passcode lock and and flung himself towards it just in time to miss the second shot.
He pulled his identification card and pressed it to the pad, muttering a thanks that the light turned green. He squeezed through the door, pulling it closed behind him before he backed away and to the wall on the other side. His heart raced in his chest and he panted for breath as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He had even forgotten he was shot for just a moment until a small sting of pain reminded him.
He reached back and placed his fingers over the wound, expecting it to be just wetter than it felt. It didn't even feel warm to the touch. As he brought his fingers away, the blood looked darker than normal and much thicker. His hand shook as he brought it up to the light of the window. It was not blood, but some black substance.
He yelled again, cursing as he wiped the stuff off on his pants. He stared in disbelief when the substance ate a hole through his pants. He cried out again, getting to his feet as he flung his hand about, trying to use inertia to get the goop off his fingers. He felt a chill of air from the vent above him on his back.
Twisting his head to the side, he saw his shirt nearly gone. There were only shreds of fibers that tickled his skin now and again. Not only that, but the spot where he had gotten shot seemed bigger. In fact, as he looked at it, the substance began to spread. The spot on his leg was doing the same as his pants dissolved before his eyes.
He took off his belt, letting it fall to the floor behind him before he tried his best to unbutton his shirt with his clean hand. By the time he managed to get the last button, over half the shirt was gone. It fell beside him before he bent over to untie his shoes.
The laces dissolved into the rubber-covered fingertips, making it easy for him to lick his boots off. But as he looked at his fingers, he noticed the smooth rubber being replaced by a tight, shiny weave. Whatever this stuff was, it wasn't natural. A thought passed his mind and he idly wondered if that thing that had shot him was Aidan.
Tyrone pulled his pants down, or what was left of them, and used his feet to take off his socks. He was standing in just a pair of underwear now with nothing else on him to be dissolved and absorbed. He laughed softly, feeling a bit of accomplishment.
He finally got a chance to look around the room he was in. The light shining from the windows on the side were enough to illuminate most of the room now. On one end of the room there were large machines used to wash the glassware needed in this wing of the laboratory building. The other side was for steaming the lab coats given to the workers.
His eyes fell on the rack of coats hung according to size and Tyrone licked his lips. He was practically salivating but he had no reason why. Something was changing inside of him, he could feel it. Something was telling him to dive into those coats and feast on their synthetic material. He had even taken a few steps towards them before he stopped himself.
It was crazy, why would he want to do such a thing? How did he even know he could? Yet, he still felt drawn to it. His gaze fell to his hand, only his fingers were still covered with that substance. It had stopped spreading as soon as he had taken off his clothing. He needed more.
He ran to the rack with grin on his face, grabbing at the coat to ravishingly absorb them into his body. Every centimeter more of new skin that overtook his own filled his body with such pleasure. It was like a thousand orgasms exploding at once. His cock was even stretching the fabric of his briefs as the front of them became wet with precum.
He yanked his underwear off, tossing it to the side as soon as he noticed it could not be absorbed. Instead, he focused only on those lab coats. He yanked them off the rack, throwing them into a pile on the floor before he fell backwards into them. His clean hand jerked wildly at his throbbing cock. Without the direct light from the windows, it became harder to see where the black fabric that was now his skin began and where his old dark skin ended.
He could feel it though. His knew skin covered his left leg completely and was working down his right. It had spread over his ass and most of his crotch as well. His right arm was fully covered as was his back and around his neck. It slowly crept up his belly and across his chest until he was laying on the floor with only strands of fabric around him that he was incapable of absorbing.
He sat up with a determined look on his face. Long gone was the joking, easy going security guard. He now lusted for his body to change into something so much better. To be apart of something much bigger than himself. He threw open the cabinets, growling when found nothing suitable to use for his new body.
In his frustration, he picked up a glass beaker to toss it across the room when he felt a familiar feeling. His cock jerked, spraying a wad of precum across the floor as the glass from the beaker was absorbed into his body and strung out into threads before it was woven into his form. His fingers turned a dark grey to contrast with the black of the rest of his new skin.
Tyrone grinned from ear to ear having found a new source for his transformation. He placed both hands on large, two litter beakers, consuming them as the grey spread across both hands and to his the middle of his forearms. He grabbed another and another until the largest of the beakers were gone.
Then he wrapped his arms around as many sitting on the counter as he could, screaming in pleasure as his body repurposed the glass to make him more and more complete. His feet were covered in that same grey material and it crept up to his shins. His belly and chest were grey as well as his crotch. He could feel it crawling up his head and over his mouth, his nose and soon his eyes.
But somehow he did not lose vision. No, as soon as it grew over his eyes, his vision became more clear. He wanted to moan so badly, but his new skin had left him unable to even breath for the moment. Not that he needed to, he found. It bulged outwards, forming a long skinny muzzle with whiskers sprouting from his cheeks.
He felt a pressure behind him as a long, slender bulge pushed outward, almost as long as his legs before it stopped. It swayed behind him, back and forth, before dark black strands sprouted from the base to almost the tip where grey strands covered the rest. Only one part of him remained uncovered and he looked down at the manhood he once thought was more than adequate.
He took a beaker in his hand, then pressed it against his cock. It was cool to the touch, but smooth and hard. He could feel it imbibing into him and he closed his eyes as he sucked in air through his new muzzle and let out a loud yip. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls churning.
When he opened his eyes, his human shaft was gone. Replaced by a glass cock with a tapered edge and a large knot swollen at its base. Thought it was made of glass, it could still function as a normal cock. It would deflate after he came and recede into a fuzzy fiberglass sheath at its base, but for now it was hard as glass, smooth and wet.
"I told you it would be fun." He heard a familiar voice say from behind him and felt two massive hands grip his shoulders.
Tyrone looked back and smiled at the zebra. Somehow, he knew it was his former coworker. But now, the zebra was his master. More than that, the zebra was his creator. Tyrone lifted his bushy fox tail and pressed his ass outward as he felt the zebra's warm rubbery cock press against his cheeks.
Aidan ground his dick against that smooth ass. Parts of his new creation were fuzzy, almost furry, but most of the fox was silky lycra. It made a nice creature to sink his dick into, which he did. The synthetic fox's ass gave way to his cock easily, yet it still squeezed around him in just the right fashion. It was warm and smooth, he did not even need lube to hilt his entire shaft.
Tyrone moaned loudly as he felt his ass stretched around that godly tool. He clamped muscles he never knew he had around that shaft, almost pulling it into him as he leaned over the counter. One of his paws went for his glass dick, stroking it slowly, squeezing at the hard length and teasing his sensitive knot.
Above him, Aidan worked himself to a slow pace, pulling his equine cock halfway out then pushing it back in. He could feel the ring around the middle squeezed each time it pressed into that tight, hot lyrca pucker.
He leaked something akin to precum, slicking the passage enough he could work his whole cock in and out of that hungry ass. He leaned over the fox, panting into his ear as he groaned softly. His balls slapped against Tyrone's ass noisily with each powerful thrust forward.
The fox bit his arm to try and quell the series of loud moans and yiffs escaping his muzzle as he got the fucking of his lifetime. He could feel shivers across his body making any stray strands raise up. He stroked his cock quickly, trying his best to hold himself back but that shaft buried so deep inside of him was sending so much pleasure surging through his lithe form, he could not last.
Tyrone threw his head back and cried out as he felt his cock explode with a torrent of seed. It splattered against the draws and ran down to form a puddle on the floor, all the while he gripped his knot so firm and tight, he worried about breaking the thing. His hips jerked as he came, expelling the last bit of his former self as his ass clenched around the zebra's cock, urging his creator to make his place in the world final.
Aidan thrust in one last time with a deep grunt, his cock throbbing as the head flared and his synthetic seed sprayed load after load inside his new creation. He bucked his hips, milking his cock inside that tight, hot ass as he release every last ounce of his seed. It filled the fox quickly, spilling out from around his shaft and over the smooth lycra ass, dribbling down those thighs.
Aidan fell against Tyrone's back and caught his breath, listening to the canine panting below him and letting out soft, slutty moans of pleasure and fulfillment. It took several minutes for Aidan's cock to soften enough that it slid out of the fox's ass, releasing a surge of synthetic seed.
The air filled with the smell of rubber and latex as Aidan stood up straight and pulled his fox to him. The two kissed passionately, paws roaming over one another as they basked in the afterglow of their first encounter since being transformed in such sexy beasts.
"We have others to get to, my fox." Aidan said in a deep, commanding voice.
"Whatever you ask of me, I'll do as I'm commanded." The fox replied with a smile crossing his muzzle.
Aidan chuckled to himself, by the time anyone knew what had happened here tonight, he would have a small army of loyal followers. He would take it one step at a time though.