Porno Virus (Part 5) [Interactive]

Theodore was in a parking lot, when he looked up and around in the car. It was not a parking lot he recognized. Off to one side, there were a sizable number of gas pumps, all spaced out for semis, and near that, was a small complex with a restaurant, convenience store, and some bathrooms and showers. He realized he had somehow ended up at a truck stop, one right off the highway from the looks of the overpass nearby, which was in the direct opposite direction from the golf club, where he should have been heading. He had shut off his car, and went to turn in back on, but the car refused to start–the virus had gotten into the system and killed the CPU. With a frustrated curse, he pulled out his cell phone, only to discover that it too was on the fritz–the battery had somehow drained in the course of his drive over, and it was now completely dead.

Now what, then? The store would probably have a phone, of course, and he could at least call a tow truck to get his car back home. He put out the cigar butt on the asphalt, and reached for another one, before he stopped himself. He…almost never smoked two of them, and he also never smoked in the car. Something…was weird about all of this, but he didn’t quite know how to put his finger on it. He went into the store, and asked the guy behind the counter if he could use his phone to call a tow truck. He did, gave the company his information, and they told him it would be about half an hour before they got there to haul it off.

Outside, Mr. Drake toyed with one of his cigars, but there was a more pressing issue at hand–he had to take a piss, a bad one. He could do that, have a smoke, and wait for the tow truck to get there. One thing was for certain, there wasn’t going to be any golf in the cards for him today.

The showers were behind the building, and Theodore slipped into the men’s side. The bathroom itself was empty, but he could hear the showers running next to it, so he wasn’t entirely alone. It was too bad really, he was feeling…kind of horny again. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink, and for a second, he was confused–the face looking back at him…it didn’t see right to him, somehow. On one hand, he wasn’t looking his usual best, with a shaved face, combed hair, clean skin…but something else was wrong too…like…he ought to look some…other way instead, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what that meant to him.

This…wasn’t right. He wasn’t right. He shouldn’t look like this, and…and he shouldn’t be wearing these clothes, should he? The polo shirt he usually wore golfing suddenly felt scratchy, and the khakis were biting into his waist. The shoes felt way too small of his feet too. He tore his clothes off of himself in a bit of a fury, not even really sure himself why he was stripping naked in the middle of the bathroom, but he had to get them off. They…they weren’t his clothes! He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he…he did. They weren’t his clothes, they weren’t the clothes he was supposed to be wearing. After a minute, he was sweaty and puffing, standing naked in front of the mirror, feeling…a bit better, perhaps, but much more vulnerable. There…had to be something for him to wear here, didn’t there?

He slipped deeper, past the bathroom and into the shower area, and he could see some piles of clothes from the guys showering at the moment off to one side, but there was also a large crate off in a corner, and a sign hanging over it that said “lost and found”. He…kind of liked the idea of stealing someone’s clothes, and he…he bet they all smelled nice, but that…that could cause some problems. Best to just try and cobble something together instead from the wreckage that was left behind, and work out what to do about everything later. The options in the box were meager, but he was able to scrounge together an outfit of some sort, and he started pulling on his new clothes, feeling better in them already.


The lost and found box doesn’t really have cohesive outfits, so Theodore is going to have to make do with some…broader categories of clothing. Choose your favorite categories below, and the most popular ones will influence Mr. Drake’s new look, and story options, the most. Don’t forget the bonus poll if you’re a patron as well!

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