Virus
by purejetfuel
The decision was easy to make. It was the thought of following it through that scared me.
Susie, my wife, wanted me to do it, other partners in my firm had done it, my best friend had done it and now with my bumper bonus I had no excuse.
As a senior manager in the firm both Susie and I had been given Bots as part of our medical coverage. Bots were microscopic probes injected into our blood stream, that would work with our immune systems to fight disease. They also controlled cholesterol, blood sugar and body fat. A checkup at the clinic was more a case of downloading data on your body and having a technician update the bots. It was healthcare for the few; only the wealthiest could afford the implants.
It was illegal to use Bots for anything other than healthcare. They had the potential to change a person at the molecular level. Criminals had used them to change their appearance, allowing them to avoid capture or detection. The use of Bots was tightly controlled and regulated. It didn't stop abuse. Over the years the authorities had turned a blind eye to the white collar crime in the way of minor enhancements. Although it couldn't be proved, it was believed that most politicians had made enhancements to their own bodies. It was an unspoken rule, if you didn't make it too dramatic, you wouldn't get caught. It was known as having your Bots Jacked.
At 34, I needed a little enhancement. Whilst the Bots kept me trim, I had little muscle definition, hair was beginning to sprout in all the wrong places, my black hair had tinges of grey at the temples and I was starting to thin on top. Susie hated bald men and she wanted me to get it fixed before it became an issue.
Tim, my best friend and colleague, had Jacked his Bots last year and he looked good. He had become more stocky, his teeth whiter and looked ten years younger. When my bonus arrived, I decided to make it happen.
"The changes work pretty quickly, so don't do something too dramatic." Tim warned me. "Here's the address. You need to take $40,000 in cash, ask for Peter and give him this card."
I shook his sturdy hand and left his office. Once in my car, I typed the address into the car's navigation system. I was suddenly nervous. What happened if I got caught? What happened if the Jacking didn't work? What would happen if things went wrong?
I followed the instructions barked out by the sat nav until she told me my destination was ahead. It wasn't what I expected. It was a small terraced house in a run down city street; I really didn't like the idea of leaving my car unattended. I took and deep breath and opened the car door. I looked at the address on the card, number 15. It was the worst house on the worst street. Green moss grew on the decaying red bricks that surrounded the weathered front door. I reached out for the tarnished door knocker but before I had a chance, the door opened. "Are you Mike?" asked a slight man in his late 20s.
"Yes. Are you Peter?" I replied handing him the card that Tim had given me.
"Yeah. Come in" He gestured me in, looking down the street to see if there was anyone else watching.
He hurried me down a dark hallway, through a door and down some stairs into a cellar. The house smelt damp and musty, I was regretting going. At the bottom of the stairs there was a chair linked up to a bank of computer terminals, each with a flat screen monitor. It looked like the latest technology and this made me feel better.
A man emerged from the darkness "This is Paul." introduced Peter. "Give him the money and he'll check it, whilst I get you connected."
"Sure." I reached into my pocket and took out the envelope filled with cash. Paul silently took the money, opened the envelope and started to count the cash.
"Take your shirt off and sit in the chair." Ordered Peter. I complied.
"How long does this take? It's a bit chilly." The cold hard back of the chair sent shivers down my spine.
Without answering, Peter carried over a rubber glove-like apparatus that was linked by cables to the bank of computers. "Here, put this on." I slid the glove over my arm. It was warm and it started to close in around my skin. "Don't worry, it'll feel a little weird but it's OK." Reassured Peter. He could obviously see I was nervous.
The computer on the wall started to bleep and I started to feel lightheaded. It felt like all my blood was rushing to my left arm. I thought I was about to pass out.
"Nice. He's got 5120s. Should I use the standard Jack?" asked Peter, staring intently at the monitor.
"No, use the new release." Instructed Paul, looking up from counting the money.
There was a strange vibration in my arm and then I could see the image of my body appear on Peter's screen.
"The money's OK." confirm Paul.
"Good." said Peter reaching out and pulling a monitor towards my face.
There was an image of me on the screen. It was me in every detail. As the image rotated I could even see my birthmark on my left buttock.
"OK let's start. What do you want done?" I was slightly overwhelmed. "Come on, tell me and we'll change it?
"Well, I want to get rid of my bald patch and grey hair." I said nervously.
Peter typed into the computer. "Next?" The image showed a full head of black hair.
"I want more definition. I don't want to be very muscly, just more defined. Slimmer. A six pack?"
"OK, let's say a six pack and take that 40 inch chest to 48 inches." The image change and my chest started to swell as my stomach tightened into a six pack. The hair on my chest became darker in between my pecs and in the folds of my stomach muscles.
"No, that's too much. Make it 46 inches and lose the hair." I was starting to enjoy what I was going to look like.
"OK" the chest shrunk back and the hair disappeared. "You're getting a little back hair, just below the neck and your arse is a little fuzzy. Do you want me to get rid of that?"
"Yes, remove all my body hair except for a little on my pubes, under my arms and my eyebrows."
"Done, you'll no longer have to shave your face?"
"That's just what I want."
"What about your penis and balls?" asked Peter. "Your currently 4 inches soft an 6 hard."
A little embarrassed I replied "Can you make it 8" soft and 11 hard? Make the balls and girth in proportion?"
"I can, but from experience you'll find this a little difficult to manage. It's the balls that look awkward; you'll look like a porn star and heaven forbid that you pop an erection at the wrong time. Can I suggest 6 and 9? Unless you want to be a porn star?"
I could feel myself turning red "I, er... No, I think I'll stick to my current day job."
"Is that it?"
"I think so."
"It's your last chance. Any changes made after this will incur the whole fee."
"No, I'm good."
With that, Peter typed more commands into the computer and again I could feel a strange sensation on my left arm, followed by a rush of blood across my body.
"That's it. You're done." Said Peter removing the glove.
"That's it? Nothing else?"
"No, you're good to go."
That afternoon, I found myself looking in the mirror to see if there were any changes. I kept checking my thinning hair but there was no difference.
By the time Susie got home I was buzzed. I couldn't wait to tell her about what had happened. She shared my excitement, especially when I told her about the changes to my cock and balls.
I checked my body again before I went to bed, rubbing my hands over the hair on my chest. I felt too excited to sleep but I soon fell into gentle slumber, with Susie's arms tightly wrapped around me.
It was the sun that woke me. I rolled over and opened my eyes, Susie had already left for work. I stretched and remembered what I'd done the day before.
I pulled the sheets back and jumped out of bed. I looked down at my chest and saw a pair of smooth rounded pecs. My bed was covered with thousands of small hairs, they'd just fallen out whilst I slept, leaving my arms, legs, chest and stomach silky smooth.
I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror. My body was smooth and muscular. I looked like an underwear model. I leaned towards the mirror and tilted my head, my bald patch had almost disappeared and the hair on my temples was black. It had worked. Really worked. I was elated, especially when my eyes tracked down to the bulge in my underwear. I slowly slid my boxers over my smooth legs, freeing my flaccid cock from its confines, the majority of my pubic hairs falling on the floor. I had a strong, thick, long and cut cock, that lay on beautiful hairless balls. The cropped pubic hair made it look huge.
I was compelled to touch it. I wanted to feel the weight of it between my fingers. As I slid my hand down the shaft, it started to fill with blood, raising and reaching out at a right angle to my body. I was consumed. I started to stroke it, the sexual intensity rising. After the first ten or so strokes, the head began leaking precum and as I continued to stroke, I could feel a weakness in my legs as my shaft filled. I involuntary jerked as I shot my load. The intensity of my orgasm made me so weak that I was forced to kneel down on the bathroom floor.
"Fuck" I said out loud, rubbing my head. I felt spent. As I gained composure my lust changed to hunger. I had a craving for sugar. I got up and ran downstairs to the kitchen and opened the cupboard. I found a packet of Digestive biscuits and started to consume them like a hungry animal. One after another, after another - I needed to curb the hunger. It slowly subsided, leaving only two left in the packet. It was then that I realised that I was stood naked in the kitchen, biscuit crumbs everywhere with my now flaccid cock dripping cum on the kitchen floor.
"I guess the bots needed much fuel after what they've done to my body." I thought whilst cleaning the kitchen floor.
After showering I got dressed, but I struggled to find clothes that would fit me. I slid on a pair of dark grey hipsters. They hugged my new cock but my balls almost hung out of the leg holes. I started to get hard just thinking about them; I loved the site of my new body. My trousers were too large on the waist and I had to create another hole in my belt. I put on the largest shirt I had but it was still tight across my enlarged chest. I stood and viewed the new me in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I grabbed my gym bag, car keys and left the house.
I walked through the office reception, aware of the eyes of my colleagues. "Morning Steve." I said to my PA.
"Hello Mike. Your messages are on your desk. Susie has called for you." He replied looking me up and down. I entered my office and closed the door and leaned back on the chair behind my desk. I stretched my arms above my head, pulling my shirt even tighter across my chest, my trousers riding up around the bulge in my crotch.
I picked up the phone and dialed. "Tim it's Mike. I've done it. Wanna see?" Not long after I replaced the handset, Tim entered my office. I stood up. "So, what do you think?"
"Bloody hell, you look good. It's so fast. Is this it or is there more to come?" Admired Tim.
"No, this is it. Did it not work this fast with you?" I replied, feeling a little concerned.
"Mine took about a week to complete. I did mine last year, technology must have caught on."
"Yeah, I guess. It feels so good, I have so much energy. The place where I had it done was a bit weird. I'm surprised that you took your car to that part of town?"
"Oh no, I had mine done in Switzerland when we went for that skiing trip. But I hear that these guys are good. I think Bob in procurement used them."
"You mean you sent me to someone you knew nothing about?"
"Chill out. Look at you, you're fine" Tim said shaking his head as he left the office.
"Thanks mate!" I shouted sarcastically after him.
"Everything OK?" said Steve walking into my office with a stack of contracts. Steve was in his early 20s. He was slim with sandy blond hair that he wore fashionably. He had boyish looks that made him look far more innocent than he really was.
"Here, these are the Windfield contracts for your review." He placed them on the edge of my desk. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Yes, could you hold my calls and go down to the shop and get me some chocolate biscuits, any will do."
"OK, I'll be back in a few minutes." Steve turned and walked towards the door. He has such a lovely arse, perfectly rounded and pert. I shocked myself. Why was I looking at his arse? And why was I starting to get hard. I pulled my chair close to the desk and tried to focus on the contract.
Steve kept me well plied with biscuits and coffee through the morning and early afternoon but I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the contract. I was so incredibly horny and had not been soft for a least an hour. I decided to go to the bathroom and do something about it. As I stood up from behind my desk it was clear that I was painfully erect. My khaki trousers were tented and there was a damp spot at the point where the head of my cock was clearly outlined through the cloth.
"Shit. How was I going to cover this up?" I frantically pulled my shirt out to cover the bulge. I reached into my trousers and repositioned my cock so it was more vertically aligned. It felt so good to touch it. I wanted to beat myself off, there and then.
I left my office, slightly bent over and headed for the bathroom. Luckily, the corridor and bathroom were completely empty. I entered the first stall and locked the door, my hands visibly shaking. I fumbled with my belt and opened my trousers with such speed that I pulled two buttons off the fly. I dropped my underwear freeing my cock from its confines. I was sure it was bigger, much bigger. My throat went dry with anticipation. I don't know why I did it but I licked my finger and slowly pushed it up my arse, internally massaging myself. I placed my other hand around my cock and began to pump. I tried to think about Susie and her pert breasts but I kept thinking about Steve's arse. I wondered what kind of underwear he wore? What colour? What did his balls look like? Was he cut? The thoughts were so alien but they made me feel so erotic. I could feel the pressure rising in my balls and my cock started to fill. I wanted to scream. I bit my lip and exploded, cum covered the back of my hand and sprayed up the wall. I had never seen so much from one orgasm.
I was exhausted. I sat down on the floor with my back leaning against the toilet door, breathing heavily. I looked at the cum on the back of my hand, sniffed it and then licked it off. It tasted salty and almost metallic. "Fuck" my mind reeled with what I'd just done. "What's happening to me?" I didn't really have much time to think about it as the craving for sugar returned. I had to find sugar quickly.
I stood up and pulled up my precum stained underwear and trousers. They were now tight around the groin and they pulled apart where the buttons were missing on my fly. I straighten my shirt and left the toilet stall. As I saw myself in the mirror, it was clear that my pecs had grown. They stretched my shirt so tight that there were gaping holes between the buttons, skin clearly visible. The urge for sugar was growing stronger and stronger. I left the office and found a small newsstand on the street corner. My eyes scanned the shelves to find something sweet to eat. I grabbed four packets of extra strong mints and threw a five pound note at the attendant. I then feverishly opened the packets, stuffing the mints into my mouth.
Without thinking about it, I found myself sat behind the wheel of my car, surrounded by sweet wrappers. Finally, the craving for sugar had stopped. Something was not right but I didn't know what to do. I picked up my phone and dialed.
"Susie, it's Mike."
"I've been calling you all day but that arse Steve has been bouncing my calls. So how's it going?"
"I'm not sure. I look great but I.. I am so horny. I found myself wanking in the staff toilets. And I keep getting these urges to eat sugar."
"Is that what they said would happen?" She asked with concern.
"No, they didn't really say anything. I might go back to the house and see them about it."
"Look, don't worry about it; there could be worse side effects!" She said with a laugh. "Why don't you go to the gym, work out some of those frustrations and then come home and work them out on me?"
"Yeah, you're probably right. Let's see how it goes tonight and I can always go and see them in the morning."
"Good. I'll be home around 7, so go work out and no more wanking until you see me!"
"Message understood" I hung up. Susie always made me feel better.
I turned the key in the ignition and drove to the gym. By the time I arrived I was feeling much better; I had not had an erection the entire journey and neither did I have a craving for anything sweet.
The gym was quiet, it never really got busy before seven. I quickly changed into my gym shorts, the netting held my package firmly in place. I then put on my T-shirt, it was really tight across my chest. I entered the gym, I was relieved to find only two women using the cross trainers. I jumped on the nearest treadmill and started the warm up programme. As I started to break into a steady jog, a guy walked past and got on the treadmill in front of mine. He must have been in his early thirties and had dark brown hair, an evident 5 o'clock shadow, athletic body and strong hairy legs; he looked so masculine.
As I increased the speed of the treadmill, I found myself staring at him; it was the way his black silky running shorts clung to his arse, his tight black T-shirt, the way that the beads of sweat fell from his curly brown hair and ran down his neck. As I looked back, I realised that he had been watching me in the reflection in the mirror in front of our treadmills. My face turned red with embarrassment. Our eyes met in the mirror and the stare lingered a little too long for comfort. I felt a flurry of excitement in my stomach. I also realised that I was starting to get hard. Flustered, I hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill and made my way back to the changing room. I needed to go home and shag Susie, it would all be all right. With that thought my erection started to recede.
In the shower, I let the hot water run over my smooth body, watching the water form channels between my huge pecs and over the top of my cock. I consoled myself with the thought that my body had gone through huge amounts of change; it's bound to feel a little fucked up.
I patted myself down with the towel and then wrapped it around my waist before I left the shower cubical. I walked to my locker and my heart sank. The man from the treadmill was stood there, going through his ruck sack.
"Hello" he said, in a broad Scottish accent. I just acknowledged him with a smile and unlocked my locker. I kept my back to him whilst slipping my underwear on, under my towel. "I've seen you work out here before. I didn't realise you were so well built."
I turned to look at him "Yeah, well you know how it goes." I said trying to be noncommittal, but my eyes started to look him up and down. He was still in his gym equipment and looked so hot.
"You must tell me your secret." He said with a smile. "My name's Ben." He reached out his hand and I did the same. As I did, my towel fell to the floor, showing my erect penis, stretching my underwear so much that the waistband was now an inch away from my stomach.
"It looks like you're big all over." smirked Ben.
"Shit!" I said twisting away.
"Hey, it's OK. I like what I see and you obviously like what you see. So..." He place is board hands on my shoulders. The feeling sent shudders down my spine. "Do you want to come back to mine for a drink? I only live around the corner."
I don't know why but I said yes. It was what I wanted to do.
I finished dressing and followed Ben to his apartment. All the way there we made small talk but the truth was that all I wanted to do was fuck him, the nervous excitement was making me giddy.
His apartment was on the third floor of a newly converted mill. It had high ceilings, exposed wood and brick work. It wasn't large but he had it furnished well and it made the best of the space.
"I'm just going to have a shower. Help yourself to whatever you want from the fridge"
I walked into the open-plan kitchen and helped myself to a Coke out of the Smeg fridge.
I sipped the drink and stared out of the window, and watched the street below. My concentration was broken by the vibration of my mobile phone. I looked at the screen. It was Susie. I pondered what to do and then Ben walked in. He wore an oversized T-shirt. The neck hung low, showing a very hairy chest. He wore a pair of red briefs that gave me a great view of his package and hairy legs. I looked at my phone and turned it off. I felt no guilt.
"Want to join me?" He said, walking to the bedroom.
I followed. It felt like someone was controlling my body. I was not gay. I had never really thought about it, yet my brain knew exactly what to do. It was like I'd had gay sex hundreds of times. I knew what I wanted and I wanted to take charge.
I took off my shirt and trousers and got on the bed next to him. I planted my lips onto his and slid my tongue deep into his mouth. We rolled over and I continued to probe his mouth with my tongue, exhilarated by the harshness of his stubble on my lips. I straddled him, lifting off his T-shirt. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my arse, through the fabric of his underwear. I looked down at his hairy chest, it reached from almost his shoulders, over his pecs, down his stomach and into his underwear. He kept it neatly trimmed. I leaned forward and started to suck his nipples through the dense forest of hair. He moaned and gasped, my hand slipped into his underwear to massage his cock.
"I want to fuck you" I whispered into his ear and then bit his earlobe.
"Yes," he muttered "use a condom and lube, there on the bedside table."
I reached over and took a condom from the packet and some lube. I looked down at my cock, it was so large that the head was sticking out the top of my underwear. I pulled them off and slid the condom over my penis. It only went halfway down.
"Fuck, you're huge. Be careful putting that in" said Ben.
I smiled and turned him over on to his stomach. I lowered his underwear, and got a full view of his rounded, hairy arse. I lubed my finger and started to massage his hole. He writhed underneath me moaning with pleasure. "OK, I'm coming in. I'll take it easy." I lubed up my cock; I almost came with the sensation.
I slowly lowered myself onto him and guided my cock towards his arse. Bit by bit, I made it in. I waited for him to relax and then slowly started to slide my cock in and out. I rolled him on to his side and spooned him, my hand wrapped firmly around his cock. As the strokes gained momentum I yelled "I'm coming." I felt like I was about to pass out. With a yelp and a spasm he came in my hand. Instinctively, I licked my fingers clean.
We lay there for a moment, completely spent.
"Nice as this is, you're still inside me and I need to go for a pee." Said Ben.
"Sorry." I said trying to withdraw. The problem was that I couldn't. "I'm stuck"
"What do you mean, you're stuck?" Ben asked, trying to pull away. "Fuck, what did you do?"
"Nothing, I just can't pull out." We lay there in silence for a moment.
"I think we should call an ambulance?" Said Ben, a worried tone in his voice.
For some reason, I knew that we would be freed up soon, but did't know when. "Look, we'll be OK. I just need to go soft."
"What? Has this happened before?" Ben was starting to sound hysterical.
"No, I Just know?"
"It better not take long, I have....." Ben didn't finish the sentence, he passed out.
"Ben? Are you OK?" I shook him. He was breathing heavy but he was not conscious. I lay there motionless for a while and then, my eyes started to feel heavy. I passed out.
I woke up some hours later, it was dark outside. I pulled away from Ben and my penis slipped effortlessly out of his arse "Thank fuck for that!" I nudged Ben but he was still in a deep sleep. I got up and went to the kitchen, the craving for sugar was back. I opened the fridge door and spotted a half-eaten cheesecake. I grabbed chunks of the cake and pushed it into my mouth, pieces falling onto the floor. It was so sweet. Next I opened the cupboards, one by one, frantically looking for something sweet. I found a tub a glace cherries, I became increasingly frustrated with the lid and in the end bit through the plastic with my teeth. I shook the cherries into my mouth before discarding the packaging on the floor. The craving had ended.
I walked over to Ben's bathroom to clean my hands and face, I switch on the light and turned on the taps. The florescent light flickered in bursts as it illuminated the room, it gave me glimpses of my reflection. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the light.
Something was not right. I had dark black hair, about a quarter of an inch long extending down my jawline from my sideburns; my hairline extended further down my neck, it reached the top of my back. They're were occasional hairs on the tops of my shoulders, the sides of my arms down towards my hands. My chest was mostly hair free but there were a few hairs between my pecs.
My penis was huge, it must have been about nine inches and below it hung a pair of balls, the size of small tangerines. The remains of a shredded condom wrapped around the flaccid mid section of my shaft. My pubic hair had grown and snaked up and into my belly button. I leaned forward and put my head in my hands and cried. What was I becoming? I splashed water on my face and caught sight of my teeth. I opened my mouth wide. My stomach sank again. My teeth were longer and fang-like; I touched them with my tongue and they were incredibly sharp.
"I need to go back to Peter and show him what's happening to me." I thought, as I went into Ben's room to get my clothes. It was clear the moment that I looked at my trousers and shirt that they were not going to fit. I quietly went into Ben's wardrobe and found a pair of baggy tracksuit bottoms and a large sweatshirt. As I pulled on my underwear they met with resistance at the back of my arse. I twisted and looked in the mirror, there was a large nub at the base of my spine, just above my hairy arse crack. "Oh shit." My hands were shaking. I continued to pull on my underwear; it looked ridiculous but at least it held everything in the right place.
I put on the tracksuit bottoms and sweatshirt, grabbed my keys and left the apartment. As I walked back to find my car, people were leaving the clubs. Two drunk men staggered towards me. I was over come with lust, I wanted to jump them there and then. I could feel my penis starting to grow.
They obviously noticed, "Fucking queer!" They shouted as they crossed the street to avoid me. I knew I needed to focus and I began to run towards the car. When I got there, I fumbled with the keys and let myself in. I had to adjust the seat as the appendage on my arse was painful if I sat the wrong way. My penis, now hard was rubbing up against my torso as I moved in the seat; the sensation was making it difficult to concentrate.
I started the engine and set off in the direction of Peter's place. As I drove down the motorway, I could see from the yellow illumination of the streetlights that the hair on the edge of my hands and arms had continued to grow. My fingernails looked darker and more claw like. It also looked, from the rear view mirror, that my facial hair had grown and the top of my ears were stretching away from my head and were starting to get hairy.
I pulled off the motorway and stopped at the traffic lights. It was so hard to concentrate. It took all my effort to keep my hands on the steering wheel and not to touch my cock. Was it left or right? I pulled away from the lights not realising that they were on red. Two cars had to swerve to avoid me.
I awkwardly parked the car outside Peter's place and stumbled towards his front door. I banged on the door with my fist. Nothing happened. I started to panic. I banged on the door again and a light in hallway indicated that someone was coming.
"Who is it? Do you know what time it is?"
"It's me. Mike." I was shocked by how guttural my voice sounded and how difficult it was to form words with my longer teeth.
The door slowly opened on a chain and Peter looked through the crack in the door. "Shit! Hang on there, I wont be a minute." The door closed and I could hear voices.
Finally, the door opened and Peter let me in. "Whath hath happened tho me?" I struggled speak.
The door closed and a felt a sharp stab in my neck. I fell to the floor and it started to go dark. As I passed out I could hear Peter telling Paul to dispose of my car.
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I woke up in what can only be described as a cell. There was a chair, a table and a large mirror, which I was sure was one way glass. I had the feeling they were watching me. I could smell them. I reached up and felt a leather collar around my neck, it was attached to a chain that only let me get to half the room. I could tell that they were scared of me. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked magnificent. They had removed my sweatshirt and I could see the whole glory of my body. I had long hair on my head that extended down the centre of my back like a mane, it must have been about five inches long. My mouth and nose jutted out. My nostrils flared with each intake of breath. I tried to talk but I just growled. My ears stretched out six inches away from my head and were covered in soft black fur. I heard everything they said.
My shoulders, neck and upper chest were covered with the same fur that ran down my back. It extended down the edges of my arms to claw-like hands. I was still wearing the tracksuit bottoms but the head of my penis had ridden up past the waistline and it lay close to my hard hairless ads, just above my belly button. The appendage on my arse had grown, I could tell it was a tail and I could feel that it had snaked down my left leg.
I looked down at my feet they were covered with fur, with strong claw-like nails. My hairy legs disappeared into the tracksuit bottoms. The fur was so dense that no skin was visible.
"Good. You're awake." I looked up and saw Peter was stood by the door. I growled. "Look, I know you can't talk but we believe you can still understand. Please nod if you understand me?"
I nodded.
"Good." Peter turned to the mirror with a look of relief. "Mike, we know what's wrong with you. We Jacked with a programme that contained a virus created by some militant group that is against Bots. We didn't know that it was infected. They only told us today. We can try and cure you, but we need you to tell is where you were last night. It's really important that we know." He placed a pen, paper and a map of the city on the table. "If you can still write, give us the name of the place and person you were with?"
I walked over to the table and picked up the pen and tried to write but I couldn't remember how. I looked at Peter. "It's OK. Point to where you were" He reassured, unfolding the map.
I looked at the map and then at him. He was so horny. My cock started to rise, forcing down my tracksuit bottoms. Peter took a step back. I felt the lust rising in me and then I sprayed him with precum. He panicked, wiping it from his face, but as he did, he stumbled and collapsed in a heap. I made my move but could not reach him because of the chain. I howled. The door opened and Paul raised a tranquiliser gun and shot me. I fell to the floor and the room started to go dark. I could just see Paul trying to wake up Peter.
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Ben slowly opened his eyes. The bedside clock said it was 4pm?
"Mike?" Ben patted where Mike had been sleeping. "Nice of you to have said goodbye?" He said rubbing his arse. "At least he's no longer stuck up my arse!" He pulled back the sheets and got out of bed. He stood in shock. His bed was covered with thousands of small dark hairs and his body hair had gone. He was so hungry.
END