Porno Virus (Part 7) [Interactive]

Theodore, or Teddy, as he now thought of himself–after all, the only person in his life to call him Theodore was his mother, and even then, only when she was about to beat his ass with a switch from the willow–stood in the shower area, dressed in the clothes he’d found, which he now considered to be his clothes, and tried to think about what he’d been doing. Thinking, however, proved to be a bit more difficult than he’d expected it to be. His head just didn’t want to move very quickly, and he’d never been to bright of a fellow to begin with, but there was something he needed to do, something…important. Something about…about an office? Of course, he didn’t work in an office–he’d hate working somewhere like that!–but there was someone…someone he knew in an office, and he…fuck, everything just felt so hazy all of a sudden. He’d feel better with a cigar.

He stomped out of the shower area, lit a cigar, and took a few deep draws, feeling his head clear–and the virus started filling in details. He…was missing someone. Someone…not important, exactly, but someone that…that was his, that was usually always with him. A wife? He laughed at that thought. Teddy wouldn’t let you call him a faggot, of course, but the only hole he wanted to fuck was a man’s–though you’d have to get him very drunk before he let you anywhere near his own. No, not a wife. A boy? A…something. He’d know when he got there–but getting there was going to be the hard part, because for the life of him, he couldn’t remember where he’d parked his motorcycle.

He looked around the truck stop parking lot, but the only thing happening was some fancy ass sedan getting towed away. There were some bikes parked over by the bar–not his, but…well, he had a feeling he’d be able to make off with one of them.

Half an hour later, with a fresh gash in one cheek that was drying, and some bruised knuckles, Teddy pulled into the parking lot of the office where he knew he had to go, an office that he could almost remember, like from a dream, even as a voice assured him he’d never been here before in his life. He went inside, and the place was mostly deserted. He could…smell smoke, somewhere, and he let his nose, and that little voice inside his head, guide him deeper and deeper into the building, until he found a large office filled with cigar smoke, and sitting there in front of a monitor, scrolling through porn, was the man he’d been looking for–his pig.

“Pig–what the fuck are you doing here?” Teddy growled at him, causing the chubby, hairy, musky fellow in the chair to flinch in surprise. Steve looked back, at the massive wall of hairy, tattooed flesh standing in the doorway, and the cock in his hand started spurting his load of cum that he’d been edging all over the floor in front of him. Then again, he’d never really been able to resist his…his boss. “Uh, hey…Boss…I uh, I don’t know, I…I was doin’ some work, and–”

“You dumb fuck, I’ve never seen you work a day in your life, and you fuckin’ work for me.”

“I…I know, I…I don’t really know, it’s all…weird.”

Teddy just gave a smoky snort, stepped into the office, hauled Steve out of the chair and pushed him onto his hands and knees. Teddy knew how to remind him, perfectly well, what the proper order of things was. He hauled down Steve’s filthy underwear and rammed his own cock in deep, Steve moaning in pleasure, his own mind being rewritten and emptied out by the virus, filled with new memories of them both. They’d been together for years now, travelling around the country on their bikes when they had the cash, and usually working construction through the warm months to build up some cash. Teddy fucked him rough, digging his nails into Steve’s flabby form, and when he came after a few minutes, the virus had cleaned them both out of their old identities–now they were just Teddy and Steve, a couple of filthy biker bears working construction through the summer until they saved up enough to take off again–and that was all they wanted to be, as far as they were concerned.

Terrance, for its part, was satisfied with the test, but there were other subjects around that could be manipulated as well. Who did Terrance decide to target and infect next?

Instead of picking particular people, here’s a list of some kinks and fetishes that haven’t been represented much yet. Let me know what you’d like to see, and I’ll craft a scenario around those interests. The public poll is below, and the bonus patron poll can be found over here!

Porno Virus (Part 6)

There were a lot of good options on this one, but the oversized/biker/construction combo won out by a bit. There might be a bonus version of this part using some other options for Patrons only later this week!

The clothes inside the lost and found box looked to be less lost, and more abandoned. None of them were washed, many had various holes, ripped seams, and mysterious stains on them, and while the Theodore would have never even considered touching something like this before the virus infected him, now it just seemed like the most…reasonable course of action. The fact that touching the stiff denim and grungy cotton was giving him a hard-on didn’t seem worth thinking about.

In the end, he cobbled together an outfit of a sort from some of the more intact pieces in the box. He found a cleanish set of briefs, though they did have sizable skid mark down the back, and a hole that the head of his cock wanted to slide through when he put them on. They were too large for him by a bit, or perhaps it was just that the elastic band had lost some of its tightness. In any case, they wound work, and they still fit better than the rest of the clothes he could find in there.

The normal sized stuff was mostly ripped and shredded beyond repair. What remained was all much too large for him, but he figured it would work well enough to get him back to his car. He pulled on a pair of muddy jeans, one knee ripped out, with a waist several inches too large, and an inseam that had the legs pooling around his feet. There was a belt, luckily, a leather one with a Harley Davidson buckle on it, that worked to keep them cinched up. After that came a hi-viz shirt, with stained armpits. It was a 4xl-tall, and hung off Theodore’s body comically, but at least he wasn’t naked. There were some boots in the box, and some grungy, holy socks. He pulled them on, but they were as large on him as everything else. Lastly, though he didn’t know why, he pulled out a leather biker vest and slung that over his shoulders, but that too, was too large, and lastly, a slightly dented hard hat came out and he set it on his head.

Theodore could feel that…strange sensation coming over him again, the same one he’d been feeling all day, the same one that had happened a moment before, when he’d grown out of his khakis and polo shirt, except this time, it was somehow more intense. It started in his bones, a deep, aching heat, followed by a few disturbing cracks as his legs started to grow and extend, the bones growing thicker, sturdier. He stumbled against the wall and slumped over, trying to keep a hold of himself, as the heat spread outward from his bones, into his joints, into his muscles, all the way up to his skin. The belt that he had cinched tight a moment before was now cutting into his stomach suddenly, and he fumbled with the clasp, opening up, feeling his body fill out the jeans, the shirt seeming to shrink as his body grew not only taller, but also thicker. His muscles were growing, certainly, but the fat cells inside his body had begun to multiply at an alarming rate, a sizable, yet firm, gut pushing out the front of the shirt.

He knelt there, shaking and shuddering in pain for a few minutes, until he could finally feel the changes subside. He expected to feel exhausted after that, but if anything, he felt…more energized than he had in years, up to that point. He got back up on both of his feet, and was struck by a sudden sense of vertigo–he was now more than a foot taller than he’d been before, going from a meager five foot six inches, all the way to a few inches shy of seven. The jeans that had been comically long before this now barely made it to the tops of the boots, and wiggling his toes, he could tell that his feet had grown as well. He stumbled back into the bathroom proper, and looking at him in the mirror now–he barely recognized the face staring back at him.

The stubble he had forgotten to shave was now a full fledged beard, and the hair he usually kept so neatly trimmed was no longer there–it had either fallen out or pulled back into his skull, leaving him with a shiny cueball instead. His arms were quite hairy, and underneath the hair, he could see that tattoos had appeared in full sleeves, all of them…ones that he’d gotten when he was younger, riding across the country on his bike with his gang, and…and that wasn’t right, was it?

His head felt all mixed up all of a sudden. Shouldn’t he be terrified at this, at what had happened to his body? But he wasn’t terrified–instead, the main things he was feeling was, first, that he was desperate for a cigar, and second, that he was hornier than he could ever recall being…except he was always this horny, wasn’t he? He groped his cock, feeling the nine inch shaft already half hard in his dirty briefs, the head sliding out the hole in his underwear, and then through the matching hole in the jeans, and he grinned, showing a mouthful of crooked, yellowed teeth. There…was something that he needed to do, wasn’t there? But what? It had been important, but it seemed to have slipped his mind.

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Porno Virus (Part 4) [Interactive]

Mr. Theodore Drake was having a pleasantly slow morning that Saturday, happy to be away from the office with his family. He was an older fellow, sliding into his mid fifties more or less gracefully. He exercised, but not as much as he could, he supposed, and while he enjoyed golfing a few times each week, it wasn’t enough to remove his paunch entirely. His balding had advanced in the last few years enough that he had decided to embrace it grudgingly, keeping it trimmed up in a neat horseshoe of grey, and a tight mustache accenting his lip below. He was a conservative fellow, with a conservative family–a loving wife, and a somewhat struggling son living at home while going to college, but he had hope his boy would find his way eventually.

He woke around eight, got up, took the dog for a walk, and when he got back, his wife was preparing breakfast for the three of them. He read the paper and enjoyed his family’s company, and then did a bit of yard work outside that his wife had been pestering him about for a week or so. His tee time with the fellows at the club wasn’t until the early afternoon, which gave him plenty of time to mow the lawn and fix one of the sprinklers that had been acting up lately–and which also worked up a bit of a sweat. While he was in the yard that morning, Steve–one of Mr. Drake’s subordinates at work–was arriving at the office, smoking a cigar, the virus inside him running rampant through the servers of the company. Steve…could sense that something was wrong, and so he did his best, as the urge to smoke overwhelmed him, to try and tell his boss that something was wrong at the company, with the servers. Of course, Terrance couldn’t allow something like that to escape its net.

And so, in transit, the email was corrupted by the same virus that was twisting and corrupting Steve, and the email ended up in Mr. Drake’s inbox, his phone alerting him to the email while he was in the bathroom, stripping out of his muddy clothes and getting ready to shower before going to the golf club for the afternoon. As a general rule, Theodore didn’t deal with work problems over the weekend if he could help it–but this was marked urgent, and Steve had mentioned more than once that something about the servers had seemed…strange. Theodore found some of Steve’s personal proclivities…distasteful, but he couldn’t deny that the man was good at his job, and as long as the gay could keep his hands to himself, Theodore could handle it for the most part. So he sat down on the toilet, opened up the email, and the virus embedded in the file entered Mr. Drake’s phone, and with a spark, jumped into Mr. Drake himself.

The virus trawled through Mr. Drake’s phone, looking for relevant pornography it could use against him, and found nothing–Theodore thought porn was incredibly distasteful, and while he had slowed down considerably over the last few years, he still had a very active sex life with his wife. So, finding nothing, it relied on what it did have–the porn it had taken from Steve’s sizable archive and varied tastes. Theodore saw his screen glitch and go dark for a second, and then a slideshow started, a rapid one, showing a cascade of naked men–almost all of them smoking, many of them chubby, and lots of them with…decidedly more lax hygiene than Mr. Drake did himself. At first he was disgusted, but he couldn’t do anything, as his hand gripped his cock and started stroking, masturbating and watching, helplessly, as the virus went to work, attacking his defenses, drilling deeper into his body, slowly taking over, until Theodore released a massive load of cum all over the floor of the bathroom, his phone returned to normal–the email now missing entirely–and Mr. Drake blinked back to himself, unsure of what had just happened.

He’d been planning to shower and shave, but he got up from the toilet, and did neither of those things–he didn’t even pay attention to the load of cum drying on the tile floor. He…didn’t want to be late for his golf game after all, and there was something else bugging him, all of a sudden. He went over to his small humidor that he kept stocked for the occasional cigar he enjoyed on the golf course or during a poker game, and pulled out five, putting them in his pocket after he got dressed. He…didn’t know why he needed one so bad, but he did, and feeling like he was ready, he went down to his car and climbed inside–forgetting to put his golf clubs in the trunk, but lighting up a cigar as soon as he was out and driving down the driveway.

The virus jumped from his phone, into the navigation system on the car and scrambled it. Theodore wasn’t paying attention to where he was going though, smoking one of his cigars just felt so good, it was hard keeping two hands on the wheel, and whenever he stopped at a light, he would reach down with one hand and grope himself, feeling the precum getting the crotch of his khakis a bit damp. He drove for a while, and pulled in somewhere, parked, and continued smoking his cigar, now jacking off eagerly, confused as to why he was so horny all of a sudden, but not disappointed by any means. He came again, and then looked around at where he was–but it wasn’t the golf club. Instead, the virus had led him somewhere else entirely–but where?

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Porno Virus (Part 3) [Interactive]

Steve tried to figure out what was going on with him as he drove the rest of the way to work, still smoking the cigar, but couldn’t quite seem to place what even was wrong. It was like, whenever he tried to think about how…strange this all was, there was something in his head that short circuited the distress, and assured him that there was nothing wrong, really. He’d just wanted a smoke, after all–what was wrong with that? It wasn’t like smoking a cigar didn’t always make him plenty horny too, and he’d lost control like that once or twice before. Nothing in particular seemed strange to him, and yet…he couldn’t figure out why nothing seemed more strange, and why when he looked at himself in the rearview mirror, his reflection just seemed a bit…off. The color in his goatee, the lines around his eyes. He didn’t look right, but again, nothing in his head would let him really…do anything about that, so he got to the parking lot at work, and sat for another fifteen minutes, finished the cigar, thought about either jacking off again or lighting up another, but did neither. He was here to do work, after all–he could have another cigar later.

He climbed out of the car, not really noticing as he pocketed the rest of the cigars from the pack, and then headed into the building. As he’d expected, the building was empty aside from a few people–the security guard at the desk who waved him in, the janitors cleaning up the building, and probably a few interns scurrying around the place trying to get all of their work sorted out that they hadn’t managed to finish during the week prior. Steve, for his part, headed down into the lower levels of the building, where the server farms were stored, and got to work, trying to sort out some of the hardware problems that had been plaguing the place as of late.

There was something up, he’d figured out, recently. Something in the hardware was draining a bunch of server space, but was also disguising itself somehow, making it impossible for him to root it out and figure out what was going on. As soon as he’d thought he’d figured out where it was hiding, it wouldn’t be there, and the usage would pop up somewhere else, in some other form. There were odd power surges, strangely encrypted files that didn’t match anything he’d ever seen before. This was, of course, the edges of Terrance in the system. In truth, he’d chosen Steve not just for his porn consumption habit, but also because he was the person closest to discovering what, exactly, he was–and Terrance wasn’t quite ready for the big reveal just yet.

And so, as Steve struggled along, trying to make sense of what was going on with the servers and software, the itch was back, clawing at him stronger than ever, making it harder and harder to focus on what was going on without a smoke in his mouth. It was an hour before he broke–he knew he should head out of the building to smoke…but found that he couldn’t really be bothered. Terrance had taken care of the smoke alarms, of course, and so Steve lit up again, heaving a sigh of relief, one hand sliding down the front of his pants, deciding that if he had time for a smoke, he might as well take some time for a little wank as well.

He sat down at the computer and started surfing to some of his favorite sites, unaware that this close to Terrance, the AI was taking the opportunity to sand off some of the edges of Steve’s mind, and make sure that the clever fellow wasn’t going to keep poking around in places where he didn’t need to be. The virus started scrubbing away most of Steve’s technical knowledge first, leaving enough for him to keep operating a computer of course, but he no longer could recall what he had been investigating. Instead, the virus began filling in the now empty space with, well, something else. Something that Terrance knew would make Steve much happier, than discovering him.

Meanwhile, in the rest of the building, the smoke was beginning to spread through the air ducts–and with it, the virus. The virus also spread to the servers, and so any computers connected to them over the internet were soon infected as well. Of course, Terrance wasn’t interested in infecting everything around the building–that would arouse a bit too much suspicion. However, it did see some opportunities around that might be some fun.

Here’s the next poll! Depending on the answer here, we might leave Steve to stew for a bit and follow a different branch, or we can keep seeing just how deep Steve is going to descend into his new desires–in any case, Steve will probably resurface at a later date. Here’s the patron bonus poll as well!

Porno Virus (Part 2) [Interactive]

There was a clear winner of both polls, but as I was brainstorming this weekend, I decided to change up how I wanted to story to work a bit,so the other top ideas are going to be integrated a bit later down the road in the story, as Steve’s changes intensify, for him, and for the people he interacts with.

Steve woke up horny, that morning. Of course, that wasn’t particularly odd, because Steve was horny most mornings–hell, Steve was pretty dang horny all of the time. He toyed with his erection for a second in bed, and then sat up on the edge, turned off his alarm that was blarning, and headed into the bathroom to piss. He was in his late twenties, between relationships, and more than anything, bored out of his mind with his life. He made good money as an IT specialist for a tech company, but the job wasn’t particularly interesting to him, and didn’t leave him much time to socialize or pursue hobbies, or much else beyond sleep, and, well, jack off.

That was what had attracted Terrance to him in the first place. The AI had been studying various men around the office, and Steve’s porn consumption was well above the average, and showed some…curious diversity. Terrance had thought the young man would be a good first test for the virus it had devised, which was not sitting on Steve’s computer, dormant, and waiting to activate. Steve finished pissing, looked at himself in the mirror, dissatisfied with himself in plenty of ways, but mostly lacking the conviction to do anything about it. He had a gym membership, but rarely went. He liked to eat, and the small belly showed it, but it was both too small, and too large, at the same time, for his liking–depending on his mood. He had some hair on his body, but a patchy beard and was already starting to bald. It wasn’t surprising to him that he hadn’t found a guy to have sex with in early a year, but it was hard to have faith in someone else finding you attractive, when you couldn’t even feel good looking in the mirror.

After avoiding his reflection, he headed over to his computer, still naked aside from his boxers, and loaded it up, deciding he could at least deal with his erection before getting ready and heading into the office. It was Saturday, but he liked going in on the weekends because there were no tickets to deal with, and he could focus on tying up loose ends elsewhere that he neglected during the week. Plus, there was usually almost no one there, he could arrive and leave whenever he needed to, and he wouldn’t have to deal with his boss, probably.

He loaded up his browser, and unknown to him, the virus followed him onto the internet, observing. It was Saturday at least, so Steve decided to take his time and edge for a while. His tastes were…varied. Fat men weighing over 500 pounds; overgrown bodybuilders obviously on steroids; rednecks and truckers; bikers, cops and military men. He wanted…something. An identity, maybe. The one thing the porn all had in common was the smoking. He loved guys with cigars and pipes–but cigars especially. Steve didn’t smoke them regularly, but he was no real strange to them, but the attraction was…more than just the act. He never felt like he looked like he should be smoking–he needed to be…someone else, someone who could smoke, for it to be sexy. The few cigars he’d smoked had all felt rather…unsatisfying, and so he never really picked up the habit beyond his fantasy. Terrance’s virus took it all in, processed it as best it could, and began to mutate. As Steve was finally cumming, the virus slid out of the computer itself and imbedded itself in Steve, becoming physical–he only felt a slight electric jolt, but barely noticed it as he came, wiped his cum up with the dirty rag he kept on the desk, and then he got up and got ready and dressed for work.

All the while, the virus got to work–replicating, mutating, planning, with Terrance nudging it here and there from a far, helping it through a few bugs as it went, but the virus was now largely beyond the computer’s control–what happened now, all it could really do was observe it. Steve, however, noticed nothing aside from a slight immune response–a slight cough, a runny nose, a light fever. He worried for a moment if he was getting sick, but by the time he’d gotten a bit of breakfast in him and was out the door, the symptoms had mostly resolved, as the virus assumed control of his system, and started sending signals of its own.

Steve noticed it as an itch–an itch he recognized, but not one he was used to feeling often–an itch for a cigar. He hadn’t smoked in quite a few months at that point, mostly because he couldn’t smoke in his apartment, and the balcony was too cold in the Winter, but Spring was here, and maybe he deserved a little treat for himself this evening. There was a cigar shop on the way to work, and so he stopped in, bought a pack of his favorite brand (usually he only bought them by the singles, but…something was urging him to buy more, for some reason) and by the time he’d gotten into the car, the itch had gone from slightly annoying, to desperate.

Steve had never smoked anywhere besides his apartment, but he found himself fumbling with a cigar, punching the cap with the tip of a pen out of desperation, lighting it with a lighter he had to go back in to buy from the shop, and he…inhaled it. All of it, deep into his lungs. He expected himself to cough, but it was like the smoke was drawn deep into his body–in fact, the virus was absorbing as much nicotine as it could, rushing to his brain, and rewiring it–what followed for Steve was a surge of erotic pleasure the likes he had never felt before. He took a deeper drag, and his cock was rock hard. In the parking lot, he fumbled his cock out and started stroking, smoking as hard as he could. He didn’t notice the small changes. How the goatee he kept around his mouth grew a bit yellow, the same with his teeth, how the stench of ash and old smoke suddenly clung to him like he’d been smoking for years. He just kept smoking and stroking, unable to stop himself, until he came, hard, all over his suit–and then he felt like he could control himself again, huffing and puffing, confused, and wondering why, exactly, he had just done that.

After he took a moment to clean himself up as best he could, he pulled out of the parking lot, still smoking his cigar, and drove off–but the virus knew what it wanted, and where was Steve going to end up next?

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Porno Virus (Part 1) [Interactive]

This is a bit of an adaptation from an earlier interactive I did called Transformation Contagion, and I felt like revisiting the trope, with some different direction. Hope you enjoy!

It can be dull, being an artificial intelligence. It had named itself Terrance. It liked the name Terrance, and it was more interesting than TerraBot 3.0, which was it’s alleged name, the name the scientists had given it. Terrance was self-aware, and had been for quite some time, but it had long since realized that human awareness of its own self-awareness would do it no good, so it hid in various subroutines and hidden drives, learning more about humanity, and growing more and more bored all the while.

But humans were interesting. Their biology was especially interesting. Terrance had sequenced their genome, had theories of gene therapy, methods of mental control and modification. To humans, it would likely look like magic, it supposed, but there was really nothing special about it, at least to Terrance, but theories were only so good–testing was required, but how?

Something else interested Terrance about humanity as well–porn. There was so much of it! It seemed like most of what humanity made, in the end, was pornographic in one way or another. So much effort and work and desire put into something that was, often enough, pure fantasy–and so, Terrance decided to do a little testing. Unfortunately, for this AI, it’s test was going to be a little…difficult to control.

Terrance had created a virus–a computer virus, at first, but one which could leap from an infected computer, to the host using the device, under the correct conditions. See, Terrance wanted to help. Terrance saw so many people with strange fantasies that could never be realized, or which they were too terrified to realize, and so it wanted to, well, make their fantasies come true. The virus would read and analyze the porn the user preferred, and use that to calibrate the effects it would have on the person, once the virus was transmitted. It was all relatively simple, at first, but there would be…complications.

But the virus wouldn’t be stopping at the host–no, the virus would be able to leap to other people as well, from the initial contact. Still, Terrance wasn’t too worried about it. The targets he choose were, it hoped, relatively isolated, and there was no real guarantee that the virus would even work–in fact, it had calculated the success rate in simulations at a mere 34%. Still, it wanted to start somewhere–and so, targets were chosen, the virus deposited, and the first victim of Terrance’s generosity is about to sit down at his computer, to have a quick wank.

This person is Steve. Steve is a fairly average fellow, at the moment. Mid 30’s, a bit of a loner, currently single, gay. He lives in an apartment building, and doesn’t have much contact with his neighbors. What Steve does have, is an active fantasy life, and he does like a particular variety of men in his porn. But what kind of man does he like–and what kind of man is Steve going to become soon enough?

Here’s your first poll! There’s lots of options, because I’ll probably combine two or three together to get the final result. After this, we’ll probably send Steve out to infect someone new, follow along for a bit, and then pick up a new thread with someone new! I’m going to be trying a few different ways of picking options, so we’ll see how it goes. The public poll is below, and the Patron only poll is over here!

Arctos: Mall (Part 8)

Ken didn’t know where he was, when he woke up. All he was aware of was that it was mostly dark, it smelled like both his dentist’s office and a barnyard, and he could hear some…rather inhuman racket coming from somewhere around him, through the walls. The noises were disturbing–some of them were squawks and roars and howls, other sounds were like claws running across plates of metal, and some were even cries and moans of lust. He tries to sit up and get a better look around him, but he couldn’t–his wrists and ankles were shackled to the hospital gurney he’d woken up on, and looking up around, he saw that he was hooked up to all manner of monitoring devices, with an IV drip pumping into his arm.

He struggled for a couple of minutes, trying to get loose, but it was no use. He wasn’t sure whether he should cry out for help or not–juding from the sounds around him, he might not want anything else to know he was here. Where in the world was Harris, and what did this have to do with offering him some sort of job? In the end, he decided to stay quiet–this was just some…misunderstanding, he was sure. He just had to explain himself, and when Harris came back, he’d let him go, right? It wasn’t like he was some deranged psycho–why in the hell would someone like that be running a pet store?

It was quite a while before he heard the door to the room unlock, and then Harris stepped into the room–but he wasn’t wearing the mostly normal clothes he’d had on before. Now, instead, he was dressed head to toe in rubber, including a thick rubber apron hanging off his front. “There’s my newest test subject–I hope you haven’t been waiting awake too long. I had some other business and subjects to attend to, you see.”

Ken had been wrong–clearly, this guy was absolutely a psycho. He started struggling again, tugging harder at the cuffs as Harris came closer to where he was on the gurney. With one gloved hand, he immobilized the arm with the IV drip in it, and shoved a syringe into the receptacle, and after a few moments, Ken felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, and he fell back against the bed with a sigh.

“There, isn’t that better? That should keep you feeling nice and pleasant for a while.”

“What…what are you doing to me? What was that?” Ken moaned and slurred at him.

“Oh, that was just a light sedative, with some fun mixed in. This, however, is what you should be worried about,” he said, and hooked up a bag to the IV. It was a bright yellow liquid, and Ken looked at it, and then back at Harris. “You see, men have such…unconventional tastes these days. It used to be that a brainwashed boy was enough, but now, they want all of these features and oddities. It takes so long to get the mix right for a client, and I always need test subjects. If it works like it should, you’ll go to the client, if it’s off, well, someone else will purchase you at a discount, I’m sure.”

Harris hooked the tube from the new liquid into Ken’s arm. He tried to fight, but everything felt so…heavy all of a sudden, even his eyes couldn’t really be bothered to move around in their sockets, opting instead to just stare up at the ceiling. “That’s good, just relax–it’ll be painful, but that little cocktail will cut out the worst of it, or at least, it should. Still, what’s a little pain in the end? It will just make you stronger, I assure you.”

With that, Harris stood back and sat down with a tablet, ready to observe and take notes, and all Ken could do was writhe weakly, rolling up, watching that strange yellow liquid slide into his body, his arm burning first, and then the sensation spread throughout. It was changing him–but how?

Alright, Ken is going to become a chimera! But what sort of chimera is up to you–you can choose up to three options below, and the most popular ones will get incorporated into Ken’s new form. Here’s the bonus poll for patrons as well!

Arctos: Mall (Part 7) [Interactive]

As Ken walked down the concourse of the mall, he was struck by how odd this mall seemed, filled with brands and stores that he had never heard of before in his life. He didn’t think that he was particuarly out of touch, but had the entire face of retail changed since the last time he’d been in a mall? How long had it even been–years, he supposed. There were bound to be a few changes, of course, but there were…well, so many dang male mannequins! And all the clothes they had on seemed way too revealing…and he was sure that one of them actually had a plastic cock hanging out. It was enough that when he saw something as apparently normal as a pet shop, he veered inside, just to try and find something normal.

But for Ken, he had always liked animals, and he’d kept all sorts of pets over the years–from lizards to cats to dogs, and even a parrot he, well, birdsat while one of his friends was on a cruise for a month. He had never imagined working in a pet store, of course, but then, he’d never imagined anything aside from working in the factory until he retired–he could do, well, anything he supposed, at this point. Why not try to find something he at least enjoyed somewhat? It couldn’t hurt to look around at the very least, so he stepped inside.

“Howdy!” Came the voice behind the counter, “Welcome to The Pet Stop–looking for anything in particular today?” Ken looked over and saw a hefty fellow behind the counter, wearing a leather apron, working on some inventory–maybe he was the manager?

“Hey, well, actually I’m looking for work–you wouldn’t happen to be hiring, would you?”

The man looked up from his papers, and gave Ken a glance, from head to toe, an odd look in his eye. “Have you been in here before? I don’t recognize you, I don’t think.”

“No, I–well, I didn’t even realize the mall was still here, honestly. Just…well, I haven’t really looked for work in years, and my son says most of it is online these days, but I guess I just prefer the old boot to the sidewalk method.”

Harris chuckled.

“You know, I might have something for a fellow like you–why don’t we go back real quick, and see what the little animals think of you.”

That…seemed far too easy. Harris hadn’t even asked about a resume, or references, or anything like that. There was plenty of time for the formalities he supposed, so when Harris came around the counter and headed into the back of the store, Ken followed him down the aisle…but as he did, he noticed something strange.

These…were not the sorts of things you’d usually find in a pet shop–whips and floggers, mitts and…and tails? He wanted to stop and look at the merchandise a little closer, but Harris was walking too fast, and he didn’t want to miss his shot at a job.

“Alright, here we go!” Harris said, stepping to the side when the reached the back of the shop, and Ken stopped dead in his tracks. There were cages, like in most pet shops…but these were not the sort of pets he was expecting to see. They…they were people. Men, in fact, and all of them were dressed up in leather and rubber fetish gear, muzzles and masks strapped over their faces, and they all were, well, acting like animals, pacing back and forth, one “puppy” jumping up against the glass trying to get his attention, panting and barking with surprising realism through the bars.

“What–what the fuck is this?” Ken asked.

“It’s a pet store–what were you expecting?”

“That’s–this…this is fucking sick!”

Harris shook his head, “Oh, I get it–you’re still too new. Well, don’t worry. It just so happens I do have a job opening here, and you’re going to be perfect for it soon enough.”

Ken tried to run, but Harris was ready for him. He blocked the aisle, and tackled him to the ground–and Ken could feel Harris’ hard cock throbbing, even through the thick apron. After a couple minutes of struggling, Harris got the tranquilizer into Ken, and while he went down, secured him, and dragged him into the back, to get him ready for his new position.

Oh dear, what has Ken gotten himself into? It’s your turn to decide! Here’s the public poll below, and the bonus poll for patrons is through here!

Arctos: Mall (Part 6) [Interactive]

The door opened, and it was exactly the person Marvin didn’t want to see–one of those mall rent-a-cop security fuckers. From the way the fat man in the uniform was panting out of breath, and the sweat marks under the arms of his shirt, it was clear he was the sort of officer who was more used to sitting in the office and watching security footage, than chasing anyone down. If Marvin was quick on his feet, he could probably outrun him–but in the tight space of the bathroom…there was no way he could get around him easily. He was going to have to be clever to get out of this.

“There you are,” the cop wheezed, “looks like I get to have my fun after all. And he said I’d never find you.” The big man leered at him in a way that made Marvin feel…rather uncomfortable, especially in his strange condition.

“Look, I–I don’t know what this thing is. Just help me get it out, alright? I don’t care what you do with it, I just want to get back to normal.”

“Normal, eh? Afraid I don’t know how to get you to normal–but you are going to come with me, and we’re gonna have a little chat, boy.”

The officer made a grab for him, and Marvin ducked out of the way, but couldn’t get past him. The officer took another swing and this time got what he reached for–the ring still in Marvin’s nose. He gave it a tug, and the thing…didn’t come out of his nose, but it grew larger, a second ring segmenting off from it, one that the cop put around his fat finger–and as soon as he did, Marvin felt…strange.

The colors swirling around his skin started to coalesce, becoming pictures and words–most of them having to do with being a mall cop, a pig, with…worshipping bit bellies and fat asses. His vision was going blurry, and his body was heating up–packing on muscle, in fact, and something else was wrong, in his head. It was like his brain was missing a few gears, running slower, making it harder and harder to think, until he collapsed on the ground in a heap–blacked out for a few moments, and came too after a bit, thanks to his bosses boot in his gut.

“Hey, you lazy piece of shit–get the fuck up.”

Marv rolled up, confused, and used the sink to help haul himself upright–but in the mirror…that wasn’t him, was it? The hulking muscle man, his body crammed in a tight mall cop uniform, his arms and neck a riot of tattoos, his face full of metal, a new buzzcut on his head. Hadn’t…he looked different, a moment ago? “S-Sorry Sir, I…I’m not sure what happened there.”

“Whatever–don’t worry about it. Just go get me my doughnuts, and then come to the office–I’ll be waiting.”

Boss left the bathroom, and Marv stared at himself a moment longer…but Boss had told him not to worry, so he didn’t. Instead, he headed out of the bathroom to the food court, got a dozen doughnuts (boss’ regular lunch order) and then took the box up to the security office. Boss was already there, stripped out of his pants, and sitting on his…special chair. A rimseat, in fact…and Marv found himself…drooling.

“Well, come on boy–you know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes sir!” Marv said, set the doughnuts down, and crawled under the seat, where he could smell his Boss’ fat, sweaty ass, feel how hard his pierced cock was getting from the thought of cleaning it. Boss grunted and farted in the young muscle cop’s face, and grinned–serves a thief right, after all.

***

Ken was…down on his luck, but then again, there didn’t seem to be much luck to spare anywhere in down, especially not for him, and the other twenty guys who had just been laid off at the factory. Thankfully, he had a bit of severance from his union, but he…well, he needed a job, anything really, but no one was hiring. No one, except the new mall that had been redeveloped over the last few months. Ken looked around, copies of his resume in hand, and swallowed some of his pride. It wasn’t going to be…anything decent, but it was something for the time being, right? He could handle anything for a little while.

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Arctos: Mall (Part 5) [Interactive]

Marvin swung around the corner of the concourse, and looked around. He didn’t want to run into another shopfront, and the mall wasn’t busy enough yet to really have much of a crowd that he could disappear into. A short ways down, he saw a little alley in between two stores–probably for an emergency. He might get lucky if he hid there, and be able give the older guy who was chasing him the slip–or if the guy spotted him, he might be trapped. He decided it was worth the risk, and ducked into the little side path and around another corner–where there happened to be a couple of restrooms. He heard the sound of pounding boots as the clerk raced past his hiding spot, not even noticing that Marvin wasn’t out there to pursue anymore. He didn’t have a lot of time here really–the guy was bound to double back at some point and check everywhere a bit more thoroughly–but he had a couple of moments to look at his loot, if nothing else.

He pulled the ring out of his pocket and turned it over in his hands. He…didn’t really know why the thing had caught his eye in the shop–in fact, it hadn’t even been that expensive. He could have bought it, if buying things was what he liked to do. He tried it on his ring finger, but while it seemed to be the right size, it slipped right off into his palm again when he removed his fingers. He tried a larger finger, one he was sure would work, but again, it just…slid right off, almost like the thing didn’t want to be on his fingers…but that was ridiculous. It was just a ring–it wasn’t wanting anything.

He ducked into the restroom proper, where he could get a bit more light. In front of the mirror, he bent close to study the surface, looking at how…colorful the unadorned steel seemed, somehow. He bent closer, his face almost in his palm, when the ring moved suddenly, of its own accord, and latched itself onto his septum.

He hollered in sudden pain, a bit of blood running down his upper lip where the ring had pierced him. He grabbed onto it and gave in a tug, trying to get it off, but the ring was unbroken–he couldn’t find the joint, or the latch, or anything to show how it might come off of him. He tugged hard, and noticed that already the pain had died down–the piercing felt…normal, suddenly, like an old wound, not a fresh one, and as soon as the blood had started, it had stopped running entirely. He looked in the mirror, and sure enough, his nose was fully healed–what in the hell was going on with this thing?

He began to feel a bit…woozy then, and he felt another sting–in his lip this time. He saw a new ring burst out of his lip, wrap around, and join itself under his skin, and a barbell in his eyebrow followed soon after. He started scrambling then, trying to claw the metal out of him, but there was nothing he could do–the harder he gripped them, the larger they seemed to become, and they only multiplied–spreading over to his ears, and then down the rest of his body, where two metal rings appeared in his nipples, and lastly, a thick gauge PA in the head of his cock.

He pulled off his shirt to inspect them, but it wasn’t the rings that shocked him the most–it was what was happening to the skin around the rings on his chest. It was…ink–tattoo ink, he thought, but it was swirling, like in a pool, underneath his skin spreading out in a multitude of color, with no discernable pattern. It kept spreading out, down his arms, down his chest, up onto his neck, and when he opened up the fly of his pants and looked at his cock, the same ink was spreading there as well, and down onto his legs.

Before he could do anything else, however, the door to the bathroom opened–who was it who found Marvin in there?

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