Male Orderly, Size Appropriate Predators.

Opting for a more personalized experience, you make your own selections:

• Player: Male Orderly. Orderlies have limited access to security doors, but have several doses of tranquilizer on their person, while starting deeper in the labs. Typical males don't have any advantages or disadvantages.
• Contaminants: Size appropriate Male Predator species. Predators are larger, stronger, and faster, but there will only be a handful escaped in the facility, traveling alone or in packs of three.

-Trigger Warning for ****-

Satisfied with your selections, you start the game. The world forms around you, and you see that you are in a well lit corridor, with heavy doors lining the walls, along with observation windows for each cell so connected. Beside each door a placard could be seen, detailing the specimen held within. You feel your newly manifest scrubs, and the weight of your sedation kit on your belt, as you move in step with two other orderlies and what is evidently the scientist to whom you are currently assigned.

You find yourself on autopilot as you proceed. As you do so you glance through one of the windows to see the specimen inside. Large forms lurked within, masculine and muscular, leaving you with little wonder as to why three orderlies were required. There's all manner of beastmen within the facility, spread through different sections; wolves, bears, sharks, all manner of big cat and many species of canine leer back through the glass at your group. One such canid takes a specific interest in you.

An anthropomorphic Doberman, with a lean body and taut, toned muscles is right at the window of his cell, eyeing you with intensity. You see his manly chest, and his fur with a glossy sheen almost shining like silk under the cheap florescent lights. A shudder goes down your spine as he licks his chops, his gaze predatory.

You are shocked out of your stupor as great tremors rock through the structure. An explosion? Or an earthquake? The hum and dull glow of those florescent tubes is just as jarringly usurped by the shriek of klaxons and flashing red lights. The effeminate scientist you are escorting issues panicked orders to run, only to be grabbed as the rest of you scatter down the corridor. Your body serves you well as you evade grasping hands, coming rapidly to the security gate on one end, slamming it shut behind you.

Gathering yourself, you turn and look to those locked bars, but you can't see any of your companions. You can't make out anything happening in the corridor, though the needy moans of a certain femboy are distinct. You don't see beyond that same Doberman, who had been hot on your tail, muscular frame leaning against the gate, a good head taller than you. Your gaze drifts down and beneath chiseled abs you see a large sack, each teste the size of a softball and roiling with potent seed. His excitement had brought his red shaft to begin engorging, drawing forth from it's sheath.

He slams his fists upon the metal to get your attention, and you stumble back. "Ajax," he says with a growl. Another slam sends you running, with him shouting after you. "Remember to call it out when I'm making you my bitch!"