LOBO 5

In the not so distant future

Brent Waxman was pumped with adrenaline as he left the parking lot of Carrelson Labs with his prize. He made sure not to draw attention to himself as he exited the building with the rest of the employees, as the fire alarm was going off. Now tried not to speed, heading for his rendezvous with Jennifer. He couldn't believe how easy it had been to pull off this caper and soon he'd be set for life.

He had been struggling to make ends meet for the last two years after being fired from his job, at a large pharmaceutical company, for supposedly selling company secrets. 'I know it was that asshole Baker that set me up,' he thought, 'He was the only one with all the codes to the research files that I was accused of selling to our competitor.' Just the thought of his former boss made Brent's blood boil.

'How ironic that now I'm actually perpetrating industrial espionage and being well paid for it!' His life was in turmoil until he received that call from Mr. Clark who claimed he knew all about the incident at his former job and was in need of the services of a talented chemical engineer from time to time. With a wife, two kids, a mortgage, two car payments and all the other bills, Brent was desperate so he agreed to work for Clark. It became clear, however, that what Mr. Clark wanted him to do was not exactly legal but the money was good on that first job. Brent was hooked. Although he'd never met Clark in person, he was always compensated at the time agreed upon. All the out of town trips and late night phone calls made his wife Cindy suspicious of his 'new job' but with only her High School teacher's salary, they would be on the street in a few months once they'd gone through their other assets. So she went along with the strange hours and her husband's sudden absences to make sure their kids could go on to bigger and better things in life.

Brent coasted to a stop, at the red light, smugly smiling at himself in the rear view mirror. He removed the false mustache and grey wig, tossing them in a plastic bag. Peeling off the silicone fingerprints and other prosthetics, he added them to the bag. Jennifer gave him the idea to go in disguise on this job do to all the security cameras. She even suggested being a visiting researcher for the defense department so it would be easier to obtain access to the high security storage area and get what he came for. He tapped the cigar case in his breast pocket where his ill-gotten gains were hidden. Meeting Jennifer had changed his life in so many ways.

Jennifer Tomms is an executive secretary at Carrelson Labs and had come across a notebook of a former employee that mentioned some 'secret projects' Carrelson was doing for the government. It was just luck that Brent walked into the bar she was visiting with a couple of her coworkers. The moment he saw her, he was enthralled. The 26 year old blonde haired beauty took his breath away. She stood 5'-8" with curves that just didn't quit. Her double D chest drew him right in. He had the bartender freshen her drink on him so he could work his magic on her. Although Brent was more than twice her age at 55, he took good care of himself. His dark hair only had a hint of grey at the temples, his lean build on a 5'-10" frame and piercing blue eyes made for an irresistible combination for many women, Jennifer was no exception.

It didn't take long before the two left together and wound up at her apartment. They fucked like bunnies until the wee hours of the morning. They saw each other regularly after that, carrying on a torrid affair. Brent had grown tired of Cindy's constant nagging to get a more stable job and having a twenty something hottie with an insatiable sex drive didn't help keep him from wondering. His wife was still a curvaceous beauty at 5'-6" with long chestnut hair and green eyes; she got plenty of attention when they were married and for many years after. But time was taking its toll. Her 34C breast now sags significantly, her once flat stomach showed the signs of two kids and a relatively sedentary life. Even her radiant red hair was shot through with more silver these days. Then there was the sex...or lack thereof. He figured he still loved her but wasn't in love with her anymore.

His kids were quite a pair too and he actually hated the idea of leaving them but he'd get over it in time, or so he convinced himself. Danielle was his oldest at 20. She took after her mother in build although shorter in height. Her reddish brown hair was an even mix between both parents but her shockingly blue eyes came from dad. Brent admired her drive and enthusiasm for learning. She was in her second year of college, working on an engineering degree in structural mechanics. 'She's going to go far,' he thought. David, on the other hand, was a serious disappointment in his eyes. A senior year of High School, he has no prospects for college. 'He wants to be a video game designer or some such foolishness...what a waste,' Brent grumbled.

Brent's cheap disposable phone buzzed in his pocket, it was Jennifer calling. He'd been using a 'burner phone' at the insistence of Clark to help insulate their contact even further. It also came in handy when he met Jennifer, keeping his personal phone free of her salacious emails, texts, and pictures. Leaving his personal phone at home also helped prevent unwanted tracking of his whereabouts by his undoubtedly suspicious spouse. Besides, he could always get another once he got where he was going.

"Hey baby," he said cheerfully.

"Is everything going alright?" He could hear the concern in her voice.

"Like clockwork, why?"

"One of my girlfriends called and said there was a fire at work."

"No fire," he chuckled, "Just a little distraction to help me get outta there."

"Oh thank God...I thought that something went wrong and you'd been caught..."

"Hey, everything's fine. Just relax," he said in a soothing tone.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm on my way to return this piece-of-shit rental and get my car. I should be there in less than an hour."

"I'll be waiting for you," her voice now low and sultry. He envisioned her naked on the bed with her legs spread, ready for him to fuck her good.

At the next intersection, Brent turned into a gas station and drove around behind it. He got out and buried the plastic bag containing his disguise in a dumpster then returned to the street he had been on before the detour. All he could think of now was meeting up with Jennifer at the motel and fucking her brains out until the next morning when he'd make the drop according to Clark's instructions. Then it would be a couple hours before he got the location to pick up his money: ten million dollars. The majority of which would be deposited in a Cayman Island account while the balance ($250,000) he'd collect before he and Jennifer left for Rio De Janeiro to disappear. The light turned green and Brent accelerated into the intersection.

The impact of the speeding pick-up sent his compact sedan tumbling across the intersection before a stubborn light pole stopped its momentum. Brent never saw the truck coming as the intoxicated driver rushed to make it through the signal. Fortunately, for Brent, the truck hit the passenger side of the car or he'd be dead. His injuries were many including a concussion that left him unconscious. He was rushed to the hospital never regaining consciousness.

***

Cindy Waxman stood beside the hospital bed, looking down at her husband. Seeing all the tubes and wires going to various machines and life support apparatus left her with a diverse mix of emotions ranging from fear and concern to anger and rage all wrapped up in confusion. The attending doctor said Brent was in a coma and his chances of coming out of it were about 50/50.

"Mrs. Waxman?" a voice behind her called.

"Yes," Cindy turned to see a tall man in a blue suit standing at the door. He was about six feet tall with close cut graying hair, a thin mustache, and hazel eyes. He looked tired as he entered the room with a small tablet in hand.

"I'm Detective Allen Frons from the LAPD. I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?" the officer politely inquired.

"Sure," she replied, almost relieved to talk to somebody about what happened to her husband.

He showed his credentials and handed her his card then led her to a quiet alcove down the hall from her husband's room.

"I was following up on the missing person's report you made two days ago on your husband," he said tapping on the screen of his tablet, "Has he ever just took off without telling you where he was going in the past?"

"No. He does have to make sudden trips for work from time to time but he always tells me when he's leaving and when he'll be back."

The detective tapped a few more times than looked at her again, "What does your husband do for work?"

"He's a chemical engineer that does consults of some kind."

"Do you have the address of the office where he works?"

"He works from home...Kind of a freelancer. He gets a call from a client then goes to their facility to do...whatever it is he does. Consult I guess. What's this got to do with what happened to him?" More tapping.

"I'm just trying to get as much information as I can for the investigation."

"Investigation? Has he done something wrong?"

"I'm not sure ma' am but he did have false ID on him at the time of the accident and a burner cell phone that was unfortunately destroyed in the crash. Our tech guys are trying to retrieve the data from the SIM card but it doesn't look promising. The phone was sitting in a puddle of gas for quite a while before it was recovered."

"False ID? Why would he have a false ID? Where were his real wallet and ID?" Cindy asked the confusion growing even more with that revelation.

"We're not sure why he had the fakes. His wallet was found locked in his car's glove compartment. We didn't find any other phone. He had a suitcase in the trunk packed as if he was leaving on a long trip. The car was parked about a block and a half from the rental company that owned the car he was driving when he had his accident."

Cindy was stunned. She just stood there shaking her head, trying to make sense of it all. The detective continued. "Do you know a Harold Wilson?"

"No...Not that I can recall. Why?"

"Well, that was the name on the driver's license and Department of Defense credentials we found on him." Frons showed her pictures of the ID's on his tablet. Both pictures on the identifications were of a gray haired man easily in his late sixties. 'He does have a small resemblance to Brent but it couldn't be him,' she thought.

"Did your husband leave your home before you did on Monday morning?"

"No...He was still in bed when I drove to school with David."

"That's your son?" Frons clarified.

"Yes, he goes to the same school where I teach."

"So you don't know when Mr. Waxman left the house that day?" Cindy shook her head in dismay. "Could you excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Waxman?" Frons asked as he stepped away, "I'll be right back."

Cindy just nodded. She was in shock. 'Was Brent living some double life?' she pondered, still trying to get a grip on all the information she was getting. When Detective Frons returned he had two items with him.

"Do you recognize either of these, Mrs. Waxman?"

"That looks like Brent's old briefcase," she said pointing at the weathered brown leather bag in the detective's right hand, "And that's the cigar caddy I bought him a few years ago for his birthday."

The officer went on to explain that these were all her husband had with him in the rental car along with the burner phone. Finding his car and asking around the immediate area led them to the rental agency where a man matching the description of Harold Wilson rented a 2023 Kia sedan on the same day her husband was involved in the near fatal accident. The rental agreement in the car Brent was driving had Harold Wilson's name and signature on it. Frons finally concluded that Cindy's husband was about to run off with someone, possibly another woman that day but the accident ruined the plan. When Frons asked how their marriage was going, Cindy broke down in tears.

***

When Helen Foster walked the halls of Carrelson Labs, people gave her a wide birth. The tall, athletic brunette was the CEO and ruled the place with an iron fist. It didn't pay to draw too much attention unless you had something good to show her. At 52, she was a picture of power and beauty. She dressed accordingly; tailored jacket and blouse, tight pencil skirt, stockings with seams so straight you could use them as rulers. Her makeup was simple but professional, nails short but pointed and painted blood red. Her long black hair was up in a tight bun with not a single strand out of place. Her high heeled pumps clicked menacingly on the tiled floor outside her office.

Upon entering the outer office, her secretary Nancy greeted her with her messages and turned her boss's attention to the geeky little man in a white lab coat who had been sitting across from her desk. The nervous man jumped to his feet the moment Foster entered. He looked frail, Helen observed as she strode past him toward her office.

"Ms. Foster, this is Henry Miller from..."

"I know who he is, hold all my calls."

"Yes ma' am," Nancy responded as her boss passed through the doors leading to her lavish office.

"Get in here Miller!"

Henry flinched at the sharp order barked by the CEO. He was already worried about the news he was about to reveal but to hear she knew who he was made his stomach tighten into knots. Miller scurried in and closed the door. He had been the head of the Audit and Inventory arm of Carrelson Labs for over fifteen years but never had a face to face meeting with Helen Foster since she took over as CEO two years ago. Her reputation for cold efficiency preceded her and how she reacted to failures and setbacks was legendary. Many an employee had been fired by her if they didn't meet her standards or brought her bad news. The 60 year old Miller was quaking in his shoes at the prospect of delivering said bad news.

"C'mon Miller, out with it. I haven't got all day," Helen growled. She never enjoyed speaking with the Audit and Inventory department but it was a necessary evil from time to time.

"Yes, ma' am. Well as you know its protocol to take an inventory after a security breach or any evacuation of the facilities. My department made a thorough check in all departments and storage areas following Monday's false alarm..."

"Get on with it Miller, I've got things to do," Foster snarled from behind her enormous monitor.

"Yes... Right...My team found two specimens missing from the Delta storage freezer," Miller steeled himself for the coming explosion.

"WHAT...Which specimens?" Foster shouted glaring at the terrified man opposite her.

"Well um...specimen 67422L5 and 67423L5. They are the remaining samples from the LOBO Project that was cancelled a year ago."

"I thought all the samples were supposed to have been destroyed? How come there are...were two still here?" she muttered quietly to herself but loud enough for Miller to hear.

"According to records in the high security section, Dr. Harland kept two samples in case he needed to revisit the research. The approval order was signed by you, ma' am," he said meekly holding up the document.

"Let me see that!" standing, she snatched the paper from his hand, looking at the undoubted forgery, "Son of a bitch!"

Helen sat back slowly into her soft leather chair, staring blankly for a moment. She seemed to come to her senses as a disturbing look appeared on her face.

She punched the intercom button on her phone. "Get Abrams to my office immediately!"

"Yes ma' am," came the response from Nancy in the other room.

"Where's the files on Project LOBO?" she asked the trembling Miller.

"I couldn't access the project files themselves. They're on the secure server and only you and Mr. Abrams have access."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief at that, knowing it would be near impossible for anyone other than herself or her head of security to look at those files. She quickly logged into the main frame for access to the secure server and after two separate passwords and a biometric scan; she could finally see what was in the files.

"Mr. Abrams is here," Nancy announced through the intercom.

"Send him in."

Miller felt as if he'd lose control of his bladder when Karl Abrams entered the room. He stood in case he needed to flee when the mountain of a man stepped in front of Helen's desk. Abrams towered over the cowering auditor. At 6'-5" he towered over most of the employees there. His broad muscular shoulders and deep barrel chest made him look like a modern day Viking minus the hair and beard. His head and face were shaved clean and Miller could see a few scars that seemed to tell of a long history of violence.

"When was the last audit prior to the current one?" Foster asked, glaring at Miller.

"End of last month...five weeks ago," Miller replied, eyeing Abrams nervously.

She turned to Abrams, "I want you to go over all the security footage in the Delta storage area. I want to know everyone who had access and anyone who didn't belong. Go back five weeks. I want to know who took those samples and how they got outta here and I want it yesterday. Now move!"

"Yes ma' am," Abrams' reply came out like a low rumble as he turned and left with the auditor lagging behind.

Miller equated the inhumanly deep voice of the security head to the sound of an agitated grizzly bear. He was afraid to follow the man too closely as they left the office. He breathed a bit easier seeing as Ms. Foster didn't fire him or have Abrams snap him in two like a dried twig as he scurried back to his own office.

Helen began to read the extensive file and notes made by the late Dr. Thomas Harland on his creation. The refresher on the failed project known as LOBO 5 would make her very uneasy.

***

David Waxman walked through the front door and saw his mother sitting on the couch in the living room, crying. His first thought was that his mother found out his dad was cheating on her then he considered he may be dead. The latter wouldn't have bothered him as much as the former. He and his father didn't get along very well anymore and his dad treated his mother very coldly most of the time. There was a time David loved being around his dad but lately, they'd been at each other like Roman gladiators. His father was very demanding of him and ever since Brent lost his job, he's taken out his frustrations on his family, especially David. Working from home put him and his father in much more frequent contact which led to more arguing.

"Mom...what's the matter?"

Cindy wiped her eyes and looked up at her son, "Your dad is in the hospital. He's in a coma."

"Shit. Is he going to be alright?" David's concern was all a show for his mother. He didn't care if his dad pulled through or not at this point. He was tired of being belittled for everything he did.

"The doctors aren't sure. One gave him a 50/50 chance of coming out of it but he wasn't sure when that could be or if there would be any lasting effects from his injuries."

He sat down next to Cindy and hugged her. She clung to him tightly, sobbing. David didn't like to see his mother upset, especially when his dad was the cause. The lanky youth began to worry about how he and his mother would get along with his dad out of commission and unable to bring in a paycheck. His own part time job at the computer store would help but his dad was the real money maker, especially now with his consulting business. His mother's teaching job came with some nice benefits like excellent insurance but that would only cover the medical expenses. It wouldn't cover all the other bills they had. David wanted to step up and prove to his dad he could take care of his family but he wasn't sure how to do that yet."I'm going next door to ask Betsy to take me to the police impound yard so I can pick up your father's car. I'll be back in a couple hours. There are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry," Cindy said as she rose from her seat and headed for the front door.

"I can drive you, Mom."

"No, you need to get signed up for some summer classes at the community college before we start looking at getting you into a university somewhere. Now that you've graduated, you need to get busy with that."

"Okay," he sighed.

Once his mother was gone, David went to the kitchen for a cold drink. He noticed a fresh supply of Diet Coke and realized this was the weekend his sister Danni would be home from college, seeing her drink of choice had been replenished. He opted for a Red Bull. When he turned to go upstairs to his room, David noticed a couple of his dad's things on the table, most importantly his cigar caddy. David had gotten a taste for cigars and had taken to pilfering his dad's supply, especially the expensive ones. Unfortunately, he was caught and Brent had locked his humidor in the credenza in his office. David had tried to pick the lock several times unsuccessfully after his attempts to find the key had failed. Finding the caddy though was exciting because his father only put the best of his collection in it to enjoy on his trips.

He set down his drink and opened the case. He pulled out the prized cigar while holding the caddy horizontally. For some reason the cigar he extracted felt funny; slightly soggy and unusually heavy. As he set the case back on the table, he let the cigar point down and the bottom two-thirds separated from the piece he was holding, just below the label, and landed on the floor with the sound of breaking glass.

"OH SHIT!" he exclaimed.

A small vial had been concealed in the expensive stogie and broke when it hit the hard tile. A clear syrupy liquid oozed out, spreading slowly like honey. David frantically grabbed some paper towels and attempted to clean the mess. He tossed the bottom part of the cigar into the trash then wiped the floor with the towels. A splinter of glass punctured his skin carrying with it some of the viscous material. David plucked out the glass then without thinking sucked at his sticky, bleeding finger. There was a bitter acidic taste along with that of his blood and he spit into the sink. He quickly washed his mouth out under the running faucet before rinsing his slashed finger. He kept his finger under the flow to flush out his wound but was struck with a feeling of dizziness. He held onto the counter for support. It took several minutes for him to recover but then he felt sick to his stomach and wretched in the sink until his muscles hurt from dry heaving. Again he washed his mouth out and tossed the remainder of the cigar into the trash. He didn't see the laser etched number around the lip that read: 67423L5 ((into the lip of the cigar?))

His head was swimming as David staggered to his room closing the door behind him. He collapsed on the bed and soon was unconscious.

***

After several hours of reading, Helen was nearly seeing double and had a splitting headache. She removed a bottle of aspirin from her desk drawer and tossed back two capsules, washing them down with some water. She looked back at the final report on the LOBO project and shook her head.

"How could such an amazing success be such a miserable failure," she said out loud.

It wasn't the first time the company had taken on highly secretive work from some obscure government agency, it was fairly common. The funding was exceptional and cost overruns could usually be tolerated as long as they didn't get too excessive and the project got favorable results. In fact, cost overruns from a couple programs had helped finance her current residence in the Hollywood Hills and a nice little secluded ranch near Ojai.

Her predecessor had taken on this particular project from a very clandestine part of the Military who, from the best she could discern, was operating in the blackest of black areas. She couldn't even tell where the money to fund the project came from or how it managed to stay off the books. Maybe that's why her predecessor was gone?

The LOBO project was supposed to bring soldiers to a super human level. Dr. Harland was using cutting edge biogenetic and gene splicing techniques along with hormone therapies to achieve this. Using wolf DNA selectively combined with human DNA the formula would produce heightened senses and abilities in its subjects. She read the list of improvements. Increased muscle mass and endurance, increased the sense of smell and hearing, enhanced night vision and an increase in aggressiveness. In these respects the project was a resounding success; however the side effects were intolerable.

There was an increase in pheromone production and potency that resulted in some serious problems. Any women that got too close to one of the subjects would feel the effects of the aromatic cocktail he was giving off. They'd become aroused, from mildly too insatiably in a matter of minutes. The longer they'd been exposed the stronger the effect. Their arousal would be picked up by the newly enhanced noses of the subject(s) and chaos would ensue. The first time it happened, two of the test subjects nearly tore each other apart in an attempt to have sex with an unfortunate but willing young lab tech. After that, all personnel that were to have contact with the test subjects had to be male. Even in the field tests, they had to be sure no female personnel were anywhere near the subjects or everything would break down. It turned out that the urge to 'mate' overrode all other orders. The conclusion being that any place these guys were to attack or infiltrate could be prevented by just guarding it with a handful of Hooter's Girls. They'd be so busy fucking that it would be easy to take them out. Add to that the physical mutations and this project was doomed.

Helen shook her head as she read the list of unexpected changes that occurred. All the subjects experienced genital deformation; increased length due to a bulge that would swell to enormous proportions prior to ejaculation and enlarged testicals. Some had increased body hair while others showed signs of elongation of their ears or teeth. Most had a color shift in their irises to a pale blue or a deep gold.

The final remarks in the report were that all remaining samples were to be destroyed upon orders from the agency that had funded this nightmare. She then did a search for Dr. Harland's personal notes but came up empty handed which was strange considering she had all the other team members notes on this project. She wondered what had happened to them and if they would explain why Dr. Harland really wanted to keep those two samples on ice. Helen closed the file and leaned back in her chair pondering her next move.

If it was discovered there were two samples of this substance still in existence, that would be bad but to find out they were now missing could be fatal to all involved. There was reason for Helen's concern since the test subjects mysteriously died in a plane crash as they were being transported to a new facility run by the sponsoring agency, and then there was Dr. Harland's sudden stroke that left him a mindless vegetable until the plug was pulled by his family and finally her predecessor's disappearance. She had to find out where Harland's notes had gotten too.

***

David woke up in the middle of the night to pure agony. His groin hurt as if he'd been brutally kicked in the nuts. His head was pounding and his ears were ringing. His whole body ached. He lay in his bed moaning, drenched in sweat as his muscles spasmed randomly. David tossed and turned for nearly an hour before he fell back into a restless sleep.

It was well past noon when David became aware of the sun light pouring into his room. He remembered all the pain from the previous night but it was like a dream. He felt great. Nothing hurt anymore. He sat up and put his feet on the floor but a wave of dizziness kept him from standing immediately. He took a couple deep breaths and it seemed to pass.

He walked to the bathroom across the hall to relieve himself. The moment he touched his cock to direct the stream, he felt there was something different about it. It felt...bigger. He looked at it in his hand and it did appear longer but that was just wishful thinking. He flushed and as he stood at the sink, washing his hands, he took a long look at his reflection in the mirror. There were some other changes he noticed. His cobalt eyes were now a crystalline pale blue. It looked as if he had on contacts but he knew that wasn't the case. He scanned his body and realized his muscles were more defined; not as much as a body builder but like a triathlete. He wasn't a jock by any stretch of the imagination before but now it looked like he was a lean, mean fighting machine.

"What the fuck's going on?" he mumbled even though he liked what he was seeing.

Smiling, he noticed another change; both his upper and lower canine teeth seemed more pronounced than he remembered. It was then his stomach rumbled and he remembered he hadn't eaten anything in roughly twenty-four hours. He walked back to his room, threw on some cut-off jeans and a t-shirt and went down stairs to get some breakfast.

By the time he was done eating, David had consumed an entire box of cereal, half a gallon of milk, two apples and the better half of a package of lunch meat. As he sat at the kitchen table, wiping his mouth, he thought he heard a woman's voice. He listened close and it was definitely a female voice but it wasn't his mother, she was at the hospital according to the note she'd left. And it wasn't Danni's, it was too early for her to be home but it was a familiar voice.

David rose trying to find the source of the voice he was hearing. It sounded like it was coming from the living room. He cautiously entered looking for the intruder but there was no one. He could still hear her, a soft sexy voice, half singing half humming. Looking through the front window, he could see their neighbor, Mary Hammond, washing her car in her driveway like she did every Saturday. His mother believed Mary liked the attention she got from all the men in the neighborhood who'd gawk at the skimpy attire she'd wear to do the job. Today was no exception as he watched his red bikini clad neighbor.

David felt his cock stir at the sight of Mary's long flowing blond hair and voluptuous body jiggling in the tiny swim suit. He'd fantasized hundreds of times about the recently divorced Ms. Hammond doing all kinds of sexual things with him. She was in her early forties but in very nice shape. At about 5'-5" and maybe 140 pounds, she had just the right amount of curves in all the right places, as far as he was concerned. He watched her bend at the waist to rinse her sponge in the bucket by the front bumper, giving him a perfect view of her luscious ass and amazing legs. David opened the front door and stood on the porch for a better look. There was a light breeze and the air flowing up the leg of his loose fitting cut-offs made him realize how obscene he must have looked, staring at his nearly naked neighbor with a raging hard-on tenting his shorts. He quickly retreated back inside before he was caught but he didn't want to be there. He wanted to be over there with her.

David went back upstairs and put on some boxer briefs then a pair of camo fatigue pants to help hide his rampant erection. He returned down stairs and went into the garage to open the large roller door. Once it was fully up, David moved around in the garage like he was doing something important and not secretly spying on his sexy neighbor. His cock had come back to life but it was being concealed by his new attire. It didn't take long before Mary noticed him and stopped to give David an energetic wave which set her D cup breasts swaying provocatively.

"Hi David," she shouted or, at least, that's the way it sounded to him.

"Hey Mary," he waved back.

She resumed drying her car, swaying her hips as she did. Mary had always liked David and loved teasing him when she got the chance. She had seen Cindy leave earlier that morning and decided to put on a show in hopes he'd notice. She had always been a big tease and that's probably why her husband had divorced her, he didn't like all the extra attention she got. Now she wanted to have some 'innocent' fun with her neighbor's son. Finishing the last pass on her hood, she turned back toward the Waxman house. Seeing David still undressing her with his eyes, she smiled and motioned for him to come over. The usually shy teen bolted across the street, surprising her.

"What can I do for you Mary?" he eagerly asked.

There was definitely something different about him but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was those eyes? She hadn't noticed them being so piercing before. The way he was looking at her sent a tingle running down her spine right to her womanly core. It made her shiver.

"I need help putting some boxes back up in the attic and these out by the curb for the Good Will to pick up," pointing at a dozen cardboard boxes just inside her garage.

David could hardly contain himself, standing before one of his favorite masturbatory fantasy girls. The breeze carried her scent like ripples on a lake to his flaring nostrils, lapping against his senses. The smell of her hair and the floral shampoo she used, the subtle scent of her moisturizing cream mixed with her perspiration and there was something else, musky yet sweet that made his cock strain against its confinement. He took it all in along with her mature womanly beauty; she was driving him crazy.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"All those boxes with red tape on them are being donated so if you could put them out by the curb I'd appreciate it," Mary replied pointing at the first row of boxes in the garage, "I'm gonna finish up vacuuming my car then I'll show you where to put the others."

David immediately went to work while Mary took a moment to watch the eager young man at her disposal. His messy mop of blond hair, boyish charm, and youthful exuberance made her feel young again too. She wanted to keep him around as long as possible, still feeling that tingle down below.

Each time David carried a box down the driveway he walked through an invisible stream of Mary's scent. It was like passing by a fan set on low, there were distinct boundaries to the flow. He'd inhale deeply as he passed through it. By the time the last box was placed at the curb, he thought his cock would rip through his boxers and fatigues as he walked back to the shade of the garage.

Mary finished her task and went around closing the doors on her Lexus sedan. David was just entering the garage when Mary past in his wake. Catching a whiff of him sent a jolt straight from her clit to her brain, stopping her in her tracks. Her nipples twisted up into tight knots on top of her ample breasts, poking at the thin material of her bikini. Her heart raced and she felt sweat beading on her brow.

"Are you OK Mary?" David asked seeing an odd look on her face.

"Yeah...I'm fine," brushing her hand over her forehead, "Must be the heat getting to me. I'm gonna get some water, can I get you anything?"

"Some water would be great...Thanks."

"If you could get the ladder set up over there, I'll show you what to put in the rafters when I get back with our drinks," she said walking to the garage entrance of the house.

Mary went straight to the kitchen and filled two glasses with ice and water. Her hands were trembling for no particular reason and her heart was still going a mile-a-minute. The tingling in her pussy had grown to a nagging itch. The air conditioning was helping her cool down but the heat she was feeling was internal. She wanted to drop her bikini bottoms and finger herself to orgasm but with David right outside, that wouldn't be a good idea. 'That boy had better look out or I might jump his bones,' she mused and that thought didn't help her situation much either. It had been many months since the last time she'd had sex with anyone other than her favorite vibrator. She took a couple deep breaths then headed back to the garage.

The moment Mary returned to the garage, it was like entering an area with a thick atmosphere. The garage was filled with an odor that rocked her to her core. She handed David a glass and moved to the large roller door for some fresh air but the scent followed her. Leaning against the support beam, she emptied the water from her glass but still felt parched. Her nipples ached and her pussy was throbbing with need as she stood there panting. David was watching her with a concerned yet hungry look in his eyes. Those eyes...those beautiful animalistic eyes were burning holes in her. She swore she could feel the heat of his gaze as it moved across her flesh. She set her glass on a nearby bench and with a determined looked, walked over to the young man. The thoughts racing through her mind were inappropriate but she didn't care. She needed relief and she was going to get it.

David watched Mary put her drink down and strut over to within a couple inches of him. She had a look of lust in her eyes that probably matched his. She took his hand and pulled him toward the internal door.

"What about the boxes?"

"Later...I have something more important I need your help with."

She was practically dragging him up the stairs until the full force of her arousal hit David's now very sensitive nose. His nostrils flared as he sucked in her alluring aroma. His body was trembling with need. When Mary was at the top of the stairs, David yanked her to a halt standing one tread below. For a moment they just stared into each other's eyes then their lips merged in a hungry kiss. Tongues twisted and coiled in their mouths as they both tried to devour the other. Hands removed clothing and in less than a minute they were both naked. David scooped Mary up into his arms and carried her sweat slick body to her bedroom.

She twisted from his grasp and pushed him down onto her bed. Her breathing was coming in ragged pants when she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand closed around his steel hard cock making him jump with surprise at how aggressive she had become. Mary was expertly stroking him then her mouth closed around his head and David nearly lost it right there. His cock throbbed painfully. It felt as if it was going to split open. He was about to cum and there was no way to stop it. He let out a loud growling cry as the first thick rope left the tip and splashed into Mary's throat. The pain at the base of his cock was intense but the pleasure of his release helped compensate for it. Each spasm came with an aching jolt of agony followed by a wave of pleasure. He'd never experienced anything like this before. It felt like something was wrong but he was happy for the relief.

David's cock became very sensitive and he pulled Mary's mouth off and lifted her to the bed. She had managed to swallow a good portion of his seed but the remainder was running down her chin and chest. She was disappointed he didn't last more than a minute in her mouth before unloading but she was hoping round two would be better. David dove between her legs before she had time to think further on the subject of endurance.

David's tongue parted Mary's drenched feminine folds as it ran the entire length of her pussy, making her moan. His tongue slithered inside her wet opening and Mary went nuts. Her body thrashed on the bed like she was being electrocuted. She was cumming from the first few licks her sexy young neighbor had given her. It was incredible. She'd never cum that fast before in her life but she wasn't complaining. David settled down to a vigorous lapping of her over heated sex only pausing briefly to suck her clit into his mouth and flick it with his tongue ever so often. Mary was on cloud nine as the steady stream of orgasms kept her screaming for more.The painful throb at the base of his cock had finally subsided but he was once again rock hard and in need of release. He removed his mouth from Mary's drooling pussy and repositioned himself on his knees.

"Oh don't stop lover...don't stop," she pleaded but David had other things in mind.

He roughly flipped Mary onto her stomach and pulled at her hips. She got her knees under her and lifted her ass at his urgings. He was in his own little world now. The only thing on David's mind was planting his seed deep in her womb. He guided his cock to her well lubed opening and drove his steely lance in to the hilt.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed from the sudden and violent penetration but she loved being taken by an aggressive lover and David was definitely letting his inner animal loose.

The feel of her warm tunnel surrounding him caused a shift in his mindset. It was like being taken over by another person or force that couldn't be controlled. He gave himself over to the beast and did what came naturally. His hands gripped her hips firmly as he withdrew in preparation for another lunge. He heaved back on her waist as he thrust forward, slamming his hips into her ass with a loud slap that made Mary yelp in pleasure. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on the stiff invader, trying to keep it in place but to no avail.

David began to pound into her hard and fast, driving her head and shoulders into the mattress with his jack hammering thrusts as her hands clutched at the sheets for support. His cum filled balls slapped at her clit like a boxer's speed bag, making her cum again. He could hear her muffled cries and that just spurred him on. David could feel the familiar pressure building in his swaying testicals and then came the ache at the base of his cock. It wasn't as intense this time but still uncomfortable. He began to feel some resistance as the last inch or so of his ridged member slide into Mary's clenching pussy. It became more and more difficult to push all the way in as his building orgasm drew near. With one final hard thrust, he buried himself fully inside Mary.

"OOOHHH GOD YES!" she cried, pushing back into him.

David held her tight to his hips as the bulge at the base of his cock continued to grow. He thought that his cum was filling up the bulge but he knew he wasn't actually cumming yet. It was throbbing as it stretched the skin of his cock painfully tight.

"Holy shit...your cock's gonna...tear me open...What's happening?" Mary cried as the bulge reached its peak.

He let out a primal scream as his balls emptied into her stuffed canal. Fiery streams of sperm laden semen gushed into Mary, splashing against her cervix with unexpected force. She let out her own animalistic cry as a fresh orgasm tore through her. David's body jerked with each spasm in his loins. His eyes were clamped shut from the intensity of the experience.

Mary was in a whole new realm of existence as her body responded to the overwhelming pleasure that was bombarding her. The throbbing of the massive bulge just inside her pussy was making her tremble. It felt like someone was rhythmically thumping her G-spot and that was driving her to ongoing orgasmic bliss. The feeling of being pumped full of cum was adding to the incredible sensations.

When the final jet of cum had been fired, David took a couple long deep breaths then collapsed onto his side, taking Mary with him, his swollen cock keeping them locked together. He was able to slow his breathing in short order as he held Mary's twitching body. Even though he was spent, his cock was still giving her pleasure, throbbing in time with his beating heart. It took another twenty minutes for his swollen member to shrink back to 'normal', freeing the exhausted woman in his arms. It was then he also felt like himself again, not some sex crazed animal. He lay there trying to make sense of it all as he drifted off to sleep with the already unconscious Mary still in his arms.

***

David woke with a start. He was naked in an unfamiliar place. There was someone beside him, also naked. Then it all came rushing back. He had made love to Mary Hammond. No, not "made love to" he fucked her and they both enjoyed it but guilt and fear were creeping into his mind as the gravity of the situation set in. He quickly slid out of bed and looked at his neighbor lying there before him. He wondered if he'd hurt her or worse. 'No, I can hear her breathing,' he told himself. He could see a huge wet spot under her hips and a thick line of pearly fluid leaking from her vagina. 'What if she gets pregnant?' he thought as he felt a knot forming in his stomach.

Mary let out a soft contented moan and rolled onto her back, still blissfully sleeping. He looked down at her supine form. Her beast rising and falling with each breath; nipples erect, her flat stomach with its tiny jeweled ring in her belly button, her matted landing strip above the cleft of her pussy. David's cock began to respond and that 'other' urge also started to rise inside him. He took a step back, shaking his head. He collected his clothes, got dressed and made his exit before he gave himself over to the 'beast'. He peered out the open garage door to see if anyone was watching before quickly crossing the street.

David paced back and forth in his own garage, concern hanging heavy on his mind over the consequences of his recent actions. He then noticed that his sister's car was parked on the street. He looked at his watch; 3:25. He'd been at Mary's for nearly three hours. Hopefully, Danni hadn't seen him leaving Mary's place.

He knew he couldn't stay in the garage all afternoon so he decided to go in and avoid as much contact with his sister as possible. He could take a shower and hang out in his room until dinner. He opened the door and was met by a cool blast of conditioned air. It carried with it the smell of his sister. Danni always used the same lavender body wash and coconut scented shampoo since she was in high school and her spicy perfume hadn't changed either. He'd missed her distinct fragrance now that she was away at college. He went to the kitchen to grab a Red Bull before heading to the bathroom.

"Is that you David?" Danni asked in a casual tone, her back to the kitchen as she lay on the couch watching TV in the family room.

"Yeah! Jeeze, you don't have to yell," he winced.

"I didn't," she replied, turning to give her brother a scornful look.

"That's not what it sounded like to me," he shot back heading for the stairs.

"Whatever," she gave a dismissive wave and turned back to her show.

It took a few moments before Danni noticed something in the air. It was a strange smell, faint and unfamiliar. Her nipples hardened almost immediately making her shiver. She wasn't cold; in fact, she was now feeling a warming sensation all over her body. She sat up and inhaled again trying to identify the arousing scent but only got a fleeting sample. It was enough to send another shiver coursing through her body. Her clit was now distended and demanding attention. Her sudden arousal had shifted her attention away from the television and to the growing need between her legs. Her left hand was mindlessly massaging her breast while her right cupped her throbbing sex through her yoga pants. She turned off the TV and made a bee-line for her room.

David let the cool water flow over him after cleaning the sweat and sexual residue from his body as he pondered the events of the day. He couldn't figure out what made the changes he was seeing and feeling until he remembered the phony cigar. Panic set in as he began to fear the worse, that he may have poisoned himself. 'But poison would make me feel sick but I feel great,' he thought, still concerned about the situation.

The fear of dying aside, there was the matter of Ms. Hammond. One minute he was helping her move boxes, the next he was fucking her brains out. It all seemed surreal, like watching some kind of 3D interactive porn video. 'And I came inside her,' he remembered, 'and I wasn't wearing a condom. What if she gets pregnant?' That last though is what really scared him. He could see it all so clearly, he had no control; something had driven him to cum inside her. When he was looking down at her before he left, he felt the powerful urge to fuck her again.

Another issue bothering him was his hearing. Every sound was magnified making his ears hurt. His sister sounded like she was shouting through a megaphone earlier. And even now there was a buzzing in his head. But it wasn't in his head. It was muffled and distant but not in his head. He listened closer; there was more, breathing and moaning coming from the hallway. David opened the bathroom door and peered down the hall toward his parent's room. 'Not there,' he told himself then looked the other way. At the far end of the hall was Danni's room and he was sure that was where the sounds were coming from.

He padded down the hall to his sister's door quietly listening to the sounds coming from beyond. It was clear she was masturbating with her vibrator and normally that would be repellant to him. He didn't want to hear his sister getting herself off before, but now, he did. His cock was already growing fast and he could feel his heart pounding. A wave of heat washed over his naked body as the need to see his sister masturbating consumed his thoughts. Her moans were getting louder, making his blood boil. Without thinking, he turned the knob and walked in.

Danni was so close, just a little more and she'd cum. The angry buzz of her vibrator was pushing her ever closer to the edge of bliss when her bedroom door burst open. Her brother David was standing just inside her room, naked as the day he was born, sporting a raging hard-on.

"What the FUCK DAVID!" she shouted angrily while frantically trying to cover herself. David just stared at her with his ice blue eyes. She opened her mouth to scream at him again when she was bathed in that intoxicating aroma. The same scent she smelled before. The same one that made her want to masturbate in the first place but this was far stronger. When she inhaled, her whole body began to shake from the orgasm that took hold. She hadn't removed the vibrator from her vagina and the overwhelming sensations from David's powerful pheromones sent her over the precipice. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her quaking intensified.

"OH FUCK! Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!" she chanted, riding the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Danni's eyes eventually opened to David standing close at hand, watching her. The air was thick with his scent; every panting breath filling her nose and lungs with his aroma. Her mind was consumed with lust and it didn't seem to matter that it was her brother she was lusting for. She yanked the vibrator from his twitching pussy then stripped her t-shirt from her body, before laying back and spreading her legs for him.

David saw his sister remove her shirt then offer herself to him. There was a faint protest in the back of his mind, something about incest, sibling, wrong...but the beast wasn't listening. He climbed on the bed between her open thighs and lowered his face toward her dripping sex but before he got there her fingers laced into his damp hair. Forcibly pulling him nose to nose with her, she growled out a command.

"Fuck me!"

An almost sinister smile crept across his lips as he put the tip of his leaking cock at her opening. He grabbed her thighs and with one swift lunge was fully sheathed in her. The inhuman cry of ecstasy and pain escaping Danni's lips made David jump but he recovered quickly and began to pound her spasming pussy savagely.

Danni's breasts bounced and slapped into each other while she muttered unintelligible obscenities and moans. She grabbed her jiggling boobs, pinching and twisting her nipples fiercely as a second orgasm struck. David kept up his rapid pace and could feel the unmistakable ache in his balls and the now familiar swelling at the base of his cock, signaling his own impending release. He let go of Danni's trembling thighs as he leaned forward, driving his cock to its full depth in his sister. Her legs clamped around his narrow waist, holding him in place. It was then she became aware of the growing bulge inside her.

"OH FUCK! What's happening...what's hap...oh shit...oh shit. Oh GOD YES!" orgasm three took hold as the first searing rope of her brothers cum splashed into her convulsing cunt.

Danni sank her teeth into David's shoulder to keep from screaming. David didn't even notice as he enjoyed the rapturous release. Danni couldn't stop cumming with the relentless throb of her brother's cock against her G-spot. It became too much for her and she passed out. David raised himself on his elbows, taking some of the pressure off his sister's body. Her legs fell lifeless to the bed.

David held that position until his cock softened enough to pull out of Danni's twitching pussy without hurting her. There was a loud wet slurp as he pulled free followed by a torrent of cum. Danni let out a soft moan as she came around. David lay down beside her to recover, just staring at the ceiling. Danni was still breathing quicker than normal but she wasn't ready to call it quits. Sitting up, she took his cum slick flaccid cock in her hand and began stroking it back to life.

"We're not done yet are we?" she asked licking some of the remnants of their last coupling from his cock, "I want you to fuck me more."

She sucked him into her mouth, taking his rubbery member down to the base. David let out a low groan as she expertly brought him back to life. Once Danni was satisfied with her work, she quickly straddled his hips and guided his cock back into her sloppy pussy. She dropped her full weight down on him, impaling herself once more on her brother's amazing member. They both groaned in ecstasy. David's hands went to her round hips and guided her up and down his length. She would occasionally drive herself down and grind her clit into his pelvis until she cried out in orgasm. David kept his hips bucking to build enough friction to unload again but was having trouble in this position but each time Danni came, it brought him closer to orgasm.

Danni was riding him frantically. Shifting her feet so that she was squatting gave David more room to thrust into her on the down stroke. Her frothing pussy was contracting as Danni came again and David could feel himself closing in on the finish line as well. The base of his cock was growing and he knew he needed it inside his sister before he came. He pulled Danni forward, throwing her off balance, then thrust upward. He buried himself in her wet depths and held her in place to allow his cock to expand fully. Danni let out a growling moan as her brother lock them together. She began to tremble when his cock spat his thick load into her womb.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming with you...OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" she cried.

Her body quaked and shivered as a string of orgasms rumbled through her. When David was finally spent, he held Danni as she quietly sobbed into his shoulder, exhausted. She would have a tiny orgasm every few minutes but David was sure she was unconscious once more. He closed his eyes and waited with his face shrouded in his sister's damp auburn locks.

***

Cindy was glad to be home. It had been a long day at the hospital and she was ready to relax, but how could she? The revelations of the past few days had ripped the life out of her. She wanted to scream at Brent and tell him what an arrogant, unfaithful, asshole he was but he wouldn't be able to understand her in his current condition and that frustrated her even more. She had considered divorce in the past but didn't want to put David through that until he had graduated, however now seemed like the best opportunity to go through with it but once again she wasn't sure if it was possible with her husband in a coma. She parked in the driveway and walked to the front door. She was happy to see Danni was here now too. She hoped her kids didn't mind ordering pizza because she wasn't in the mood to cook.

She walked through the door and immediately noticed an unusual odor. It gave her goose bumps and her body felt suddenly warm. The further she went into the house the more potent the pungent smell became. Her nipples began to ache and her pussy moistened. 'What's happening?' she thought as she searched for her children. They weren't down stairs so she proceeded to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, the smell was almost over powering. Danni's door was open so Cindy stepped forward to look in. She was shocked to see Danni lying naked on top of a young man with his cock still inside her. With her mind clouded with the feral aroma, Cindy assumed her daughter had gotten back together with Mike, her former boyfriend. She knew she should just close the door and walk away but the sight of that cock sticking out of Danni's inflamed pussy was making her crazy. She wanted to be fucked; it had been months since she and Brent had made love. 'Made love!' just the thought of having sex with her two timing husband made her sick.

Danni shivered and Cindy watched as the semi hard cock slide from her drenched hole. A river of pearly liquid followed. Her daughter moaned as she rolled off the young man's chest to snuggle at his side. She didn't seem to be awake.

Cindy felt herself shiver and realized it was because her hand was inside her skirt, fingering her pussy through her panties and nylons. When she looked back at the face of the young man, she got another shock, it wasn't Mike. It was David. Although lust was taking over her mind and body, she still had a shred of rational thought that told her what she was seeing is wrong.

"David," her voice but a whisper, "What have you done? What have...you..." she never finished.

She peeled off her blouse and bra. She struggled with her skirt at first but found the zipper and let it pool at her ankles.

"Mom?" David asked in a sleepy voice.

His primal urges kicked in as he smelt her arousal and felt his cock reviving. He sat up, swinging his feet off the bed. Cindy could see his growing phallus and a craving to have it in her mouth took over. She wanted it nice and hard so he could fuck her just like he'd fucked her daughter, his sister. Those thoughts should have repulsed her but she couldn't see past the need to be fucked, to be bred by her son.

Cindy dropped to her knees and attacked his cock with a hunger, swallowing him whole. Her tongue swabbed his shaft from base to tip and back down again. She savored the taste of his cum and Danni's mixed together in a decadent cream, coating his entire length. She slurped and sucked, bobbing up and down until David pulled her mouth away. He got off the bed and circled behind her. Tearing through her sheer hose and silk panties, he exposing her dripping cleft. He bent down for a quick taste, pushing her upper body into the mattress while her knees remained on the floor then placed the head of his steely cock at his mother's opening. But it wasn't his mother David saw. It was another female to fuck. He pulled her hips back as he thrust forward skewering Cindy in one powerful push. She cried out rousing Danni from her slumber, shaking the bed violently from his hammering thrusts.

Danni had a look of disappointment as she watched David fuck their mother; she wanted to be the one being fucked again. Her fingers were furiously fanning her angry clit to the scene of wanton debauchery playing out in front of her. Her mother grunted and cursed slamming back into David like a woman possessed. Then she got a strange look on her face in the throes of orgasm when David drove into her hard, holding her ass firmly against his hips. It looked to Danni as one of shock and exhilaration and Danni knew what was happening."OH Shit! It's getting bigger...OH Fuck...Yes...Yes...YES!" Cindy screamed feeling the swelling just inside her vagina.

Danni came as she watched her mother writhing in pleasure when David emptied his balls inside her neglected pussy. The bed lurched and bounced from the women riding out their orgasms. David held fast to his mother's generous hips, pumping his seed into her and watching his sister trembling in ecstasy until he was finished. He maneuvered Cindy onto the bed. It was a bit awkward moving like that but they managed. He ended up sandwiched between his mother and Danni for the rest of the night. All were too tired to continue.

***

Brent jerked violently as the impact of the truck played again in his mind followed by darkness. This time, though his eyes fluttered open to searing white light. He pinched them shut but slowly opened them again to see where he was but it was too painful; the light was too bright. He tried to speak but could only manage a raspy croak. His mouth felt dry as a desert as he attempted to swallow. He couldn't move his arms or his legs. It took all his effort to move his head from side to side. In the distance he heard a voice saying something, he couldn't understand what was being said but he could tell it was a female voice. Then he felt a hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes again to a dark blob blocking the light and allowing him to focus. It was a woman's face but he didn't recognize her. Her blonde hair was bobbed short and she was in her early thirties at most. She looked away and spoke to someone else in the room.

"He's awake. Notify Ms. Foster right away," she said then added, "Make note of the time."

She released his head and moved to examine the bank of medical devices beside him. When she was no longer blocking the light, Brent had to close his eyes. Again he tried to speak but nothing intelligible came out then there was a warming sensation creeping up his arm. It was a calming feeling and he drifted back into unconsciousness.

The next time Brent opened his eyes, he was propped up rather than lying flat on his back like before. He was able to focus on the large mirror a few feet from the end of the bed he was in. The room was roughly ten feet deep by maybe twice that in width. He tried to move his hand and found he was in restraints. Both his arms and legs were securely held by padded cuffs. There was a large strap running across his chest just under his arm pits and another over his waist. The only thing he could move was his head. There were tubes and wires coming out both arms and more wires coming out of the gown he wore connecting him to a number of machines monitoring his vital signs amongst other things. There wasn't anything else in the room except one chair by the door and a small camera aimed at the bed from above the mirror.

"Hello? Where am I?" he asked looking at the camera.

His heart was racing as he assessed the situation. He thought, at first, he was in a hospital but this was like no hospital room he'd ever seen. It looked more like an examination room with its stark white walls and ceiling, illuminated by banks of florescent lights. He struggled against his bonds but they didn't yield. Fear was taking over his mind.

"HEY, I want to speak to someone in charge. You can't keep me here. Hey...Is anyone there?"

The door opened and the same woman appeared. She walked over to the bed, scanned the read outs on the machines then turned to Brent with a serious look on her face.

"You need to calm down Mr. Waxman. Ms. Foster will be her in a few hours," she said as she uncapped a syringe.

"Who are you? Who's Ms. Foster? Where am I?" Brent was frantically trying to move his arm away from the woman as she injected something into one of his IV's. In a matter of seconds, that warming feeling dragged him back into darkness.

***

"Wake up Mr. Waxman."

Brent slowly opened his eyes to see a woman sitting beside his bed. It wasn't the same woman who had been in his room before. This one was a brunette with her hair in a tight bun. Her voice sounded more stern and callas than the other woman. She was older maybe in her late forty to early fifties he guessed.

"Glad we finally have a chance to talk Mr. Waxman," her tone was sarcastic at best, "Can I call you Brent? Mr. Waxman seems so formal after all this time."

"Who...who are you? Where am I? What is this place?" fear clearly filling his voice.

"Well Brent, my name is Helen Foster. I'm the CEO of Carrelson Labs. You know the place you stole some highly secret samples from just before your accident?" Helen said watching his reaction.

"What are...What are you talking about? I...I don't know anything about..."

"Oh come now, Brent! No point in denying it. I know the whole story," her tone sounding more agitated, "I know about how you posed as a Government Researcher named..." she looked at her tablet, "Harold Wilson. That traitorous little slut of yours, Ms. Tomms giving you that journal she found. Well, she spilled her guts about you when we finally decided to pick her up."

Brent's mind was racing as he tried to figure a way out of this. This Foster woman seemed to know a lot about his plan. Maybe if he gave up his contact, Clark, she might let him go.

"Ok...If I give you my employer will you let me go?"

"Would that be a Mr. Clark?" she tapped her tablet then showed him a picture of a middle aged man who had a sizable hole in the center of his forehead, "No it seems someone else beat us to him. The only reason you're alive is that everyone already thinks you're dead."

"What about my wife...and my kids?"

"Now you're concerned about your wife. The woman you're going to run out on with that little whore of yours? Actually, if it wasn't for Jennifer Tomms, we'd probably still be looking for you. She led us right to your family."

"She didn't know where I lived...My family lived. All she had was..."

"That little apartment in Long Beach?" Helen cut him off, "She went there several times looking for you." Helen saw the confused look on Brent's face, "We put a tracker on her phone. She went to that dump about a dozen times and must have called your burner, at least, hundred times. I'm not exactly sure how she found your real address but when we noticed her stopping there for a couple hours before returning home it didn't take us long to but it all together."

Brent looked stunned. Helen went on to explain how her head of security went through security footage and noticed 'Harold Wilson' check in through security at the Delta Storage area with a lab tech who was a 'wanna-be' whistle blower about things going on in the lab. And that Jennifer had seduced him into going along with his plan to rip off some 'nasty stuff' and give it to a Senate Oversight Committee and bring down the management. Abrams started keeping tabs on Ms. Tomms who by chance just happened to be out sick the day of the false alarm. Then Abrams came across a police report about an accident just two miles from the lab that would have gone unnoticed if it hadn't involving a Mr. Harold Wilson who later turned out to be Brent Waxman.

"Why would Jennifer be at my house for a couple hours? Did she tell Cindy about our affair?"

"I'll get to that in a minute. I bet you don't even realize what you took? And how it affected your family?"

"What do you mean 'affected my family?' What happened to them?"

Without going into too much detail, Helen gave Brent the good and bad of the LOBO Project and how his son David had become exposed to the formula hidden in his amateurish James Bond hiding place.

"Is David alright? Is he alive?"

"David is alive and well. So are the other four members of your family."

"Other four? Who're you talking about?" Brent asked with a very confused look on his face.

"Your wife Cindy, daughter Danielle and your two grandchildren fathered by David."

"Great, who did he knock up?"

"Your wife and daughter of course, here's a picture of the happy family," tapping on her tablet and showing Cindy and Danni both holding newborns with David standing between them. "And if I'm not mistaken, I think both of them are pregnant again."

Brent stared at the picture dumbfounded. 'How could Cindy let that happen?' he wondered. He looked to Helen as if needing more information. She had a vengeful smile on her face at his obvious discomfort. Then it hit Brent as to what he was seeing.

"How...How long have I been here?" his voice shaky.

"You've only been at this facility for about eight months. Prior to that, you're at UCLA Medical Center. You've been in a coma for about eleven months," Helen's smile had grown as the reality set in.

"When you died, I had you brought here," Helen said almost gloating.

"What do you mean died? I'm not dead."

"To all who might be looking for you, you are. You see if it was known that any of the LOBO 5 serum was still around, there would be some dire consequences for me and for you and your family. So I made sure that there were no loose ends to give away that little secret. So you had do die and everyone else involved had to disappear. Your slut Jennifer, that lab tech, your family..."

"YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"

"Calm down Brent. I told you your family is fine. They're living at my ranch in Ojai; nice, quiet, and very secluded to keep David from impregnating every woman he comes across. You actually have at least another half dozen grandchildren out there as far as we can tell. He was busy up until Jennifer led me to him. Oh and that's why she spent so much time at your home. David was fucking the daylights out of her. Have a look at this," Helen brought up another picture showing Jennifer VERY pregnant, "Isn't she positively glowing? She's had a C-section since this picture was taken; complications."

"Is she alright?"

"She's fine and so is the baby. I'm keeping her around for testing."

"What kind of testing? She'll be missed. Her family will be looking for her."

"I doubt that. Her parents are dead, she has no siblings and she was only mildly liked when she worked here. I've let it be known she ran off with a rich foreigner and didn't even bother to give her two week notice. So she won't be missed.

"As to what I have in mind for her, well I had her sterilized and I've been testing some of the pheromone suppression drugs we're working on to protect the female population from David when he goes out in public. I have him stop by where she's being held and see how effective they are. As it stands, he's had her climbing the walls in minutes until he's let in. David usually spends about an hour or two with her. After that, he gives us samples of his blood, semen, DNA, sweat and saliva for analysis and to help develop new products.

"It's ironic don't you think? David is going to be quite wealthy once some of the things we've been working on hit the market and you thought he was worthless. And Danni, the engineering major you had such high hopes for, she's dropped out of school to help take care of the kids David has fathered with her and Cindy."

With a heavy groan, Helen stood up and turned to face Brent. He could see her bulging pregnant belly under the maternity dress she was wearing.

"I guess I should have sent Abrams to check out your address rather than doing it myself. I didn't realize David had been exposed so I was in for quite a surprise when I got there. I don't think I was there ten minutes before I stripped naked for him and he was fucking my brains out. I have to admit it was the best sex I've ever had. I guess that's why I have such a soft spot for your son. Until a few weeks ago, I was living with your family at my ranch but David is a bit rough when we have sex so I have to stay in Hollywood for now. I'm due any day and I'm looking forward to getting back," Helen said as she moved toward the door.

"Wait! What about me?" Brent asked just as she was about to leave.

"I'm going to keep you around to test some of the more nasty things we come up with then I think I'll fulfill your dream," Helen replied giving him a minute to consider her words, "I'm going to make you and your slut disappear for good!"

The door closed behind her. Helen smiled to herself with the frantic cries of Brent Waxman fading as she walked down the hall.

The End