(Authors note: Thanks for checking out my story! This is a slow burn horror erotica story. No sex in this chapter, but stick around, things are gonna get weird!)
I didn't know where I was. I didn't know who I was. My first memory came when I found myself hitting the cold, metal floor. I hit it with a wet slap, my naked body, covered in some odd sticky liquid.
It's hard to define everything, as my body convulsed, the sudden rush of, well, everything. My mind and body overwhelmed in the sudden rush of sensations that wracked my very being. I saw colors, bright flashing lights, all blurred and without definition. I heard the whir and whine of machines around me, the buzz of fluorescent lights. I felt the cold discomfort of the floor, being repeatedly pulled from it as the gunk on my body glued me to the tiles every time they connected in my spasms.
I tasted metal and sweetness, followed soon by the coppery tang of blood and the sour bite as I vomited some large volume of lime green gunk. I smelled the foul mixture of odors around me which only made my situation worse, as I could do nothing, my body refusing to respond. I took all of this in at once. Have you ever woken up in a fever, not being able to think? It was sort of like that.
Eventually, my body fell under my control, and I was exhausted. My body had fired all it's neurons, every nerve sending signals at once. My muscles had pulled and contracted all at the same time, and I was left a gasping, beaten mess. To think I had only been there a few seconds, ten at most. The first ten seconds of my life, and I was ready to go back into whatever I was in before.
Slowly I turned my head, which was not an easy task thanks to the sticky, gunk that clung to what I could see now as pale, soft skin. I looked over my shoulder, to see some glass tube, a huge one at that, open and spilling more of the lime green liquid onto my naked body. I must have come out of that, I told myself, before promptly passing out.
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I came to, some time later, I wasn't really sure how long I lay there in the filth, but it was far long enough. With supreme effort, I managed to push myself to my feet, looking down at myself, as I stood on shaky legs. I was a pale man, that I could tell from the package between my legs. Granted I needed to double check, with the room I was in being so cold that I shrunk several sizes. no doubt. I was also totally hairless, making me look like a newborn in many ways.
As I glanced back at the large glass cylinder I had fallen out of, and wondered how much truth there was to that thought. Now that I was standing, I could take a better look at my surroundings. The tube was affixed to metal devices set in both the roof and floor, holding the tube several feet of the ground. Some holes had opened in the bottom of the tube, but I hadn't any idea what they were for.
I glanced about, seeing several other similar tubes, on both sides of the room, though, they were all empty, and decidedly cleaner than the one I was in. Just what the hell was this place? I spotted a desk behind a pane of glass that ran along one side of the room, and a door in the wall beside it. Everything was made of this clean looking metal, and the same metal at that.
Slowly I stepped over to the door, and idly wondered how I knew what a desk or a door was. I knew I had never seen these things before, yet, somehow I knew what they were and how they were supposed to work. I knew that the thing on the desk was a computer, and the thing behind it was a chair. I knew I was in a room, that this room was some sort of lab, but not how I knew that. I didn't know who I was, not my name, nor how I got here, but I knew that if I approached the door it would open.
The door slid open, noiselessly. Sliding into the wall and out of sight. Revealing a small chamber after. Lights were recessed into one wall, the other wall was a glass pane, separating me from the desk room, and the floor was padded with rubber bits that stuck up from the metal. I hesitated for a few seconds, as now my understanding faltered. I knew of these things, but not the combination. Something in my empty mind told me there was something else here, but I could not discern what.
Eventually I stepped into the room, the door sliding closed behind me, this time it made a noise, a hissing sound filled the small space and a voice swiftly followed. It was tinny, and hard to hear, but it clearly said, "Beginning decontamination sequence." Then the room was filled with a murky fog, my body assaulted by stinging pellets. I raised my hand to shield my face, but the stinging would not be denied. The hot, stinging eventually began to subside, and I was left dripping what I hoped was water. Standing there wet, cold, but thankfully less sticky, I could only wait as the room suddenly filled with sweltering air that crashed into my groin and forced me to perform a less than manly noise.
Once my treatment was done, I was allowed to leave, the door on the other side opening to let me progress into a new room. This one was full long, running to my left and right a great distance, before finally turning. The wall before me was lined with suits, some were bulky and yellow, with lots of odd attachments. The rest were blue single piece outfits, plain and unadorned. I glanced down at my only friend, who was looking much better now that I was warmed up, before I reached forward and grabbed one of the blue suits.