Working Late

Given my extra life, working late isn’t exactly a foreign concept to me. I once was on a stakeout with Officer Stacy for 24 hours straight! Given, I slid a couple 5 hour energies into my spandex for an extra boost here and there. But this? Working in a science lab, watching time tick by, as I was reading up on one of the most interesting topics on all of scientific discovery: Alien life?

It was so boring! And I was getting tired!

With every page I turned in the Doc’s file I could feel my head getting lower and lower to the table, my eyelids feeling heavier, and yawns began to overtake my mouth as I started to read aloud to myself to keep my mind running in some way or another.

Conners has had this alien for months, and her research had been extensively thorough! She studied how the creature moved, claiming it was like a liquid, with no set mass or volume in its base form. After some experimentations she learned of the adaptability of the creature who, when under stress, takes whatever form it feels like it needs to for the best chance of survival. While cold seemed to have little effect on the creature, it seemed heat, and more specifically fire, was a grave danger to it. The creature lost all control and began to fizzle out before Dr. Conners decided to cease the experiment and not risk losing the creature entirely.

After a couple hours I turned to the last page, and it was the most interesting one of them all. My eyes widened as in all caps at the top titled the page: HUMAN X SPECIES INTERACTION but the rest of the page was left completely blank. Obviously this was an area of study that Kendra wanted discovered… right? My eyes quickly glanced over to the center of the room where the creature was whirling and waving inside of its glass canister, and slowly I began to stand from the office chair and approach the table again.

I stood about 5 feet away as I stared inside the container and watched its movements. It was nothing like I had ever seen before… Truly alien. “Now… what could you do…” I whisper under my breath, and for half a second the image of the large cock it turned itself into fluttered in my head. “Turn yourself into what you want most, huh?” I chuckle to myself as I tap the side of the glass. “Naughty little thing!”

As soon as my fingers touched the glass all the sloshing goop inside of the glass had stopped, almost like it had hardened into a solid form as it hesitated at my touch. Even without a pair of eyes I could almost feel it staring at me from inside the glass, sizing me up, and waiting. Next thing I knew it began to shift again, this time turning itself into an image, as if it was trying to show me something.

“What the fuck…” I whisper to myself as I watch the goop swirl around, until I was faced with something… unexpected.

Inside the glass it was a mini diorama created from the mind of a pervert. The alien had created a to-scale figure of myself, engulfed in tentacles and slime, as it touched and fucked this version of me to its hearts content. It even created a face out of the goop, showing a face of pure ecstasy as this fake me was being used. It was like it was telling me something… what it wanted to do… what it had planned.

I found myself leaning closer and closer to the glass container, my hand slowly reaching to the lid almost involuntarily. I mean, the Doc wanted to see what would happen if it met a human, right? This would just be helping move the experiment along…

But as my hands grasped around the metal top of the container my eyes quickly glanced up to a computer screen, where a large RED ALERT signal had begun flashing. No one else was here, I should be alone…

Someone had broken into the lab!