Time to Try it On

"Fuck you Tanya!" Cassie said. "He was my guy I should've gotten to fuck him first!"

Cassie and Gary had returned from their respective tasks. Clearly, based on Gary's tremendous hard-on and Cassie's wet spot on the front of her shorts, they had at least heard some of Tanya Sam's fun in the tub.

Tanya turned over onto her back, then looked up and back at the pair. "Sorry, Cassie," she said, smiling. "For what it's worth, I think it'll be worth it for you to show him around or something..." She sat up and kissed him. "He's going to be very popular, I think." She kissed him again on the nose and got up to go. "Forget what I said before: You can come by the lab anytime. See you soon, Sam..."

Sam also got out of the tub. His half-deflated cock was still long enough to rest on his thigh, which of course got Cassie's attention. "Uhhhh..." Sam said, "so how do I get this stuff off me?"

Gary took him to the decontamination chamber, which was basically a cube-shaped shower with nozzles on all sides. When he came out, Gary handed him his uniform, a pair of khaki shorts and a lime green v-neck tee that said "Camp Everwood" in the same wood-burned font used on the sign at the front entrance.

He put on the uniform and took a look at himself. The clothes fit very well. The clothes fit the way custom-fit clothes were supposed to; they contoured to his body, but didn't feel clingy. What he saw in the mirror looked much different, though: The shirt was clearly cut to be a little on the tight side, but looked like it was hugging his pecs, pec as the were. The shorts, however, looked crazy. They were just under knee-length, And the entire length of his softening wood was clearly visible. He flexed his junk in his pants to make sure it moved properly. You would be able to see every millimeter of movement in these things.

"Seriously!?" Sam said, clearly unhappy with his new duds. "I thought you replicated our old clothes?"

"We can," Gary said, "But you have to earn them. You'll learn more at the bunk meeting tonight. New patients all have to wear this uniform. Over time you'll get access to new versions of it, and then to your clothes."

The pair returned to find Cassie bent over the console fingering herself. "But seriously man," Gary leaned in and whispered, so as to avoid disturbing the hot vixen fucking herself a few feet away. "Based on everything that's happened, do you think anyone gives a fuck about clothes here? You're basically wearing 'em just so you can take them off."

"Fuck! Oh gawd! Yeah! Fuck me Sam!" She looked up and turned bright red when she realized they heard her. Sam's cock suddenly switched from "deflate" to "inflate." His new shorts throbbed.

Cassie stood up and pulled up her pants. Her face was red, but she smiled when she looked at the sausage in Sam's right pocket.

"Ok..." Gary said, "When you need a new uniform, just type your name into one of the "canteen" machines around the camp and you'll get a new copy of the uniform." The two men shook hands, then Cassie and Sam walked out to the front of the lab and outside.