Antala was a succubus. She was 4,835 years old, which was not even the succubus equivalent of 25, stood 5’10” with a weight of 187lbs. She had silver hair with gold cat-like pupils and red skin. Or rather she did until something rather extraordinary happened. Antala had been hired as an intern in a medical lab outside of Collective General hospital. That very night, something terrible was happening under the hospital’s very roof, for the janitor was secretly up to unauthorized medical research. The janitor was a reddish brown haired man. It was impossible to tell because of how gaunt he was, but he looked like an ogre. He required a cane to walk due to a weak leg and his face was disfigured due to a botched plastic surgery (from a completely different hospital mind you).
This man was performing his research in the morgue. He had snuck in after the medical examiner left and was messing around with some strange and unknown formulas. “That bone-headed community,” said the crooked man to himself. “They’ve outlawed my work as crimes against nature and society. But it is I who will laugh last. Once I complete this formula, foreign militaries will pay through the nose for this special steroid that shall create an army of superhuman soldiers. Just as soon as I perfect it. The pachyderm DNA is still highly unstable. Only a few more adjustments to make.”
Of course, when you use science for immoral, selfish or outright evil intentions, you must be expected to pay the consequences sooner or later, because these unlawful experiments always managed to backfire on those foolish enough to undertake them. At that moment in the parking lot, Antala was getting ready to drive the hospital’s medical examiner home while she was busy sipping a large bottle of water. As soon as she finished that bottle, she took out another one and was about to drink it when her boss showed up.
The medical examiner was a very large kappa woman resembling a dark blackish blue-skinned leatherback turtle with white spots all over her body and a thick shell that alone weighed 500lbs. “You keep drinking so much, I sometimes wonder if you’re a water element monster.” Antala blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry about that Nala,” said Antala. “I guess I was working harder than I thought. So, any plans tonight.” “Not really,” said Nala. “It’s going to be quiet next door. Mr. Plunkett got arrested for stealing my cable.” Antala let out a laugh. “Serves that guy right. He was always threatening his oldest son with punishment for helping people with their pets. Not to mention he was the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever seen.” Nala let out a laugh. “I don’t know why he was always on that boy’s case. Somebody who knowingly commits crimes that harm people is in no position to criticize his son for doing something unambiguously good. Maybe after spending a few months in the slammer, he’ll straighten up and fly right.”
Both girls laughed but then Antala gasped. “Darn!” yelled Antala. “What’s wrong?” asked Nala. Antala let out a sigh. “I left my coat in the morgue. I’ll be right back.” What Antala didn’t know was that at that moment in the morgue, the evil janitor was almost completing his concoction and had put it in a syringe. “Now,” he said. “Now. The moment I’ve been waiting...” Before the man could finish his sentence, he heard the door open and panicked, tossing the syringe into the air. “Anton?” asked Antala as she took her coat. “What are... ouch!” Anton looked in shock as his syringe landed on Antala’s shoulder and injected his serum into her. “Oh no.” Thought Anton. Antala grunted and groaned as she walked out and then pulled out the syringe. “What the?” she asked. “Oh.” Antala felt woozy and her mouth felt dry. “I need some water.” Anton watched nervously and tried to escape as Antala walked to a nearby water cooler and then proceeded to empty the contents into her mouth. As she drank the water, her belly started to bulge out.
By the time Antala was done, she looked at her reflection in the bottle of water and gasped because she saw the face of a strange creature that looked like a hybrid of a succubus and a(n)....
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