Out cold on his bed due to loss of blood to the brain Jim dreams of flying in the clouds while fondling Sarah's generous endowments. Jim awakes strapped down to a medical exam table in a dark room. With his head restrained, Jim can only catch a glimpse of strange looking devices filling this decidedly creepy room. Approaching footsteps echo down a nearby corridor as a sense of dread fills the bound captive.
Blinding light suddenly flashes above the table as the door slides open admitting two orderlies pushing a medical cart and a tall masked figure whose ID badge reads Dr. Grottmire.
"So our long lost test subject has finally been rounded up. I've paralyzed your vocal cords for now so we can finish the final phase of the treatment without your tiresome comments. You'll be pleased to know that we have developed a new line of morphing serum since you last volunteered as a test subject for BEACORP. We've improved the mind control portion of the formula so along with your extraordinary abilities your loyalty to our company will never again be in question. We plan to use you as a template for our genetically engineered male escort product line."
"Well I suppose it's time to start the transformation process".
The wiry doctor pushes a button on a tablet in his hand and an IV needle shoots out of table into Jim's arm. One of the orderlies passes a needle to the doctor and just as he is about to insert the needle in the IV ...
Wed Feb 25 04:29:42 2009