Vance stood before the mirror, checking out his sweet, smooth abs as he wanked himself hard. He exhaled loudly and looked up at the ceiling, shutting his eyes as he spunked all over the mirror. He shot his projectile load all over the glass, getting serious air time as he plastered his cum on the sink and mirror.<br/><br/>(note: crossfade from Vance cool-off jerking to lab monkey listlessly doing the same.)<br/><br/>Chad was shutting down the lab for the night. The glassware was in the solvent bath, the waste materials were brought down to the autoclave, the electrophoretic gels were running overnight. The counter top where the new grad student spilled the mutagen was warped and deformed – it almost seemed to be pulsating. Something about the polymers in the finish was reacting weird with the chemical. The clean up kit did nothing and they washed the area several times, but the damage was done.<br/>He double checked the fridges and noticed that one of the tubes filled with the experimental mutagen was missing. “I could swear there were twelve,” he said to himself aloud. Chad counted eleven. Throwing up his hands, he said, “Fuck it, I’ll count again tomorrow.” He went to lock up the animal room, but was taken aback by the monkeys – they were going insane, moreso than usual.<br/>The lab was investigating the neuro-behavioral effects of a gene though to play a role in the morphogenesis of sexual physiology. The mutagenesis procedure they were using seemed to generate a high penetrance of monkeys with penises growing ectopically on random parts of their body. The monkeys would spend all day masturbating their various penises, or, for the ones who were covered in penises, rolling around their cages trying to stimulate as many of their penises as possible. Some of the ones in the advanced stage of their development had become nothing more and a big penis. It was remarkable. Chad was sure, barring some sort of disaster preventing him from finishing his research project, that he’d be able to get published in Nature: Sex.<br/>“Chill out, guys,” he said to them, but they just nuts – something was wrong on the campus. “It’s going to be a crazy night,” Chad said to himself as he shut the door.<br/><br/>Vance wandered back down the hallway, stopping by the Mark and Dugles’ door, where he first saw the horse dildo. There was noise coming the room just across from him, Umi’s room – he heard creaking and banging. Vance slowly put his ear up to Mark’s door to hear if they were still in, but was spooked when he heard a yell from Umi’s room. He hastily continued on his way – the barbeque was starting soon and he didn’t want them to start the ultimate Frisbee game without their star player. Passing by Shawn and Draven’s room, he walked right by the horse dildo slithering from the doorway. He didn’t notice it one bit despite its recent growth in size since feeding.<br/><br/>((1, excuse my erratic posting patterns, just ignore anything I do if it complicates things. 2, anyone put any thought into who’s going to be the “final girl”?))