7:45

Sam awoke and his nostrils were immediately assaulted by the sweet stench of sweat and cum. Veronica was right. Whatever happened last night, Sam somehow slept right through it. He felt great, which made since considering he slept for... More than 12 hours!? It was a quarter to eight. Apparently his body needed to do a lot of processing.

He sat up and looked around the empty room; every bed was messy and unkempt. Most had very large cum and lube stains. "Who the fuck has to clean this up?" Sam wondered. He got up, quickly showered, put on his uniform and took his pills.

He looked at the clock again: He only had 10 minutes to get to the lab. He ran out the bunk door and rounded the main path, as with yesterday, he could sense the smells, sounds and, one time, sight of fucking as he passed bunks and activity stations. All of it made his cock start to stretch the fabric of his shorts, which made running very uncomfortable, even with his specially molded-shorts.

Two sliding opened for him as he ran into the lab entrance at 9:59. Sam found himself in a white room with white tile and white waiting rom furniture. In front of him, a skinny black woman in white scrubs stood behind a white desk. She giggled as he approached the desk, gasping for air.

"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Sam... First... Whew... Day..." He said, hands clutching the desk.
"Ohhhh Mr. Archer! I was told we would have new people coming in today. I'm Amanda!"
"Hi..." He started to catch his breath. The two shook hands and she giggled again.

"I'll take you to your group therapy session," Amanda said "Please follow me." Amanda stood up and an elevator door behind her desk slid open. The two of them rode up in awkward silence. Even once couple of seconds, one would catch the other looking: Amanda had short black hair, big hazel eyes, small A-cup breasts, a small, but tight bubble butt, and a generally frail physique.

When they reached 14th floor, the door opened and Amanda walked out first. As Sam followed behind her, he noticed her pert hips swish a little more as they approached a room with the sign that said "Group 4." Through a plexiglass window he could see seven people inside, sitting in a semi-circle of plastic chairs: Four campers — three women and one man — were wearing uniforms, though some were different colors. A pale woman in her 30s with auburn hair wore a denim skirt and a leather jacket over her woefully undersized teal tube-top. A man in dark jeans and a black v-neck tee looked pretty strung out. Lastly, a man in his 50s wearing a lab coat over a blue shirt and a striped tie, sat with a clipboard at the ready.

"He we are!" Amanda's chipper voice brought him back to reality. "You better get in there. It's about to start. Hopefully, I'll see you soon..." Amanda gave Sam a sexy wink and strode back towards the elevator.

"Bye..." he said, staring at her ass as she walked away.

Sam turned and walked into the lab room, prompting everyone to look at him and stand up.

"Welcome!" The gray-haired scientist said as he beckoned Sam over to the circle. "My name is Dr. Edgar Ironrod. I will be your lab overseer today. You must be..." Edgar checked back at his clipboard... "Ahhh... Here you are; Mr. Sam Archer. Welcome to the lab." The pair shook hands heartily as Sam stood in the middle of the semi-circle.

"Unfortunately," Edgar began "we do not have time for introductions. We have a lot of work to do today and I only have you for so long. Today we will be testing..." He looked down at his clipboard again.