LPDBIS

You are no longer sure whether you really should have registered for this test series at the Institute of Biochemistry. The consent form would have been ten pages long if you had printed it out. Actually, you're only here because you were told there would be an expense allowance. And something to eat. You're actually always hungry. And there really is a kind of buffet. With energy drinks and protein bars. You would have preferred cake or something.

A guy calls you into the meeting room. He looks like he lives in the gym. You've got those types where your muscles twitch every time you breathe. You once read that the word muscles comes from the Latin word for little mouse. Because it looks like there are mice running under the skin. That's exactly what the guy looks like.

He's leafing through the completed questionnaire. Makes a note every now and then. Looks at you, looks at the questionnaire again. Puts the questionnaire to one side. He looks deep into your eyes. “You are perfect for our requirements. Do you really want to be part of the experiment?” You swallow and nod. He offers you his hand. Damn, his handshake feels like a vise. He opens a drawer and takes out a vial. “Break off the head and swallow the contents in one gulp. Do not rinse.” You take the ampoule. You break off the head. The liquid suddenly turns black. “Swallow quickly” shouts the guy. You pour the contents down your throat and swallow. The liquid looks thin. But it feels oily and velvety as it trickles down your throat. And the last drop on the edge of the ampoule has solidified. A black rubber pearl.

You feel good. Fit. Full of energy. Cool! You wouldn't have expected an effect so quickly. You just want to get up. The guy pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Holds the screen up to you like a mirror. You freeze. Your neck is black and shiny. And the black and shiny spreads out. Chin, shoulders… You can feel it covering your body. And the muscles beneath the black surface begin to dance. Little mice. And then less little mice. Veritable rats dance under your skin. Your T-shirt gets so tight. You look at your hands. It looks like you're wearing latex gloves. The T-shirt hurts. You rip it off your body! You rip your pants off your body. You groan loudly. And then you faint.

“You'd better put this on” The guy is standing in front of or better above you. You're lying on the floor. He has a pair of shorts, a belt and a gas mask in his hand. He throws you the shorts. “Not everyone has to see your beast." You raise your head. You have to straighten up because the black and shiny mountains of muscle on your chest are blocking your view. Something that looks like a monstrous black dildo sticks out between your legs. You reach for it. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” No, it's not a dildo. Black latex is dripping out of your rock-hard cock. You laboriously tuck the monster into your shorts. And without asking or thinking, you put on the gas mask.