Humanity 2.0, Year 012, Day 098

It was strange – it wasn't exactly like remembering, but like suddenly realizing you have another limb. The information 15226 had given me – much like her own memories, mostly of sex – was already there in my mind, I just had to fish it out. What she'd said about 'electrogenic' abilities for the girls was vague and unclear, no answers springing to mind, but in my case, I began to grasp what it was that she had done.

15226 had included DNA in our bodies from a variety of Earth creatures. She had preferred to use existing solutions rather than to invent new evolution out of whole cloth. Our bones were reinforced with a natural Kevlar-like substance that apparently certain dinosaurs had in their plates. The girls' eyesight had had elements borrowed from the mantis shrimp, which had the most developed eyes on Earth – apparently, the best in our little corner of the galaxy, if vague recollections from 15226 were accurate.

For the sense of smell, she borrowed heavily from bears. Our enhanced muscles and ligaments were taken from a mix-and-match hodgepodge of orangutan, pistol shrimp, and gazelles. Finally – it seemed – she'd spent no small amount of time trying to repurpose and fine-tune the electrical organs found in the common electric eel.

Looking around again and listening, fortunately, it seemed like I had some time to think. If what was floating around in my head was correct, 15226 had – if not lied when we'd first met – then told me a half-truth. The 'power' she had initially given to me – which made my cock irresistible to women who felt even a speck of attraction to me – didn't work entirely as described; it was only partly an effect of pheromones.

The bulk of the work happened due to an electric field I unconsciously emitted when aroused, and my body was able to focus it – vaguely – on specific individuals and send neural pulses somehow. It could interact with neurons in a very subtle but profound way – something I'd been enjoying for more than a decade at that point.

The difference was, now, it wasn't unconscious anymore. Whatever block or limit she'd placed on me initially, it had been removed, and I now had full conscious control of this ability. Seeing my penis was no longer a pre-requisite, and in fact, I didn't even have to use it to increase attraction to myself. I could redirect the attentions of nearby individuals – male or female – upon one another. The power would always be sex-related; I could only really control its direction and strength.

It was only so powerful because it accessed an extremely primal part of the brain in anyone it touched, the drive to mate. Unfortunately, even she hadn't been sure what other limitations may exist on the power; for that, I would only have experimentation to use. Just like with the power I'd first had, the way that people's minds digested the effects was different in different people, and there was no guarantee it would work as expected on everyone.

That brought me to another big upside, though – I now also had control of the part of me that created the retrovirus, a set of specialized cells within my testes. I could now, at will, subtract that from my semen. I could fuck away with normal girls now, and only transform the ones I wanted. This development would make the use of my power significantly less complicated and prevent 'accidents' like with Emily – though that particular accident had certainly had a happy ending.

There would be more drawbacks, probably, but I was in no position to refuse. I'd been captured, and by the looks of things, they were preparing to dissect me. That was no good. I closed my eyes and entered a meditative state, slowing down my breathing bit by bit until I was well into a trance. Once there, I slowly thought through my situation, and reviewed every memory I'd been given about this strange new ability, and attempted to extend and manipulate this invisible field it could create.

Using the power was strange, yet familiar – I can only liken it to suddenly gaining the use of a third limb one never knew about up until then. After an hour, I felt like I had a basic handle on moving the field about, but I could also feel that I was depleting my body's energy. I needed an actual target to get any useful practice anyway, so I forced myself to relax and wait.

It was probably two hours before someone finally showed up. I was feigning sleep, so I didn't know what they looked like. It sounded like two people, and from their talking, it was a man and a woman. They were talking in medical jargon, most of which I don't remember.

The woman was up next to me now, and I felt her touching the side of my head. It was a good thing Nina and I had practiced meditation so much; the both of us could fake total unconsciousness to a fair degree. Nina could actually pretend to be dead for a few minutes at a time, well enough to fool a cursory examination. I was thankful that 15226 had given us so much more control over our bodies.

The woman was talking in a slow, droning voice, as if she was recording something. "... serious concussion with likely brain hemorraghing. Subject is unconscious and, judging by the severity of the impact and the inspection of the first team, was judged to be mortally injured and likely only valuable for testing purposes." She sighed, and I felt her click something off. "Terry, prep for a blood sample."

"Roger." I heard him say it from off to the left. She was on my right. Well, here goes nothing, I thought. I focused inwardly, going through the required, inexplicable internal actions. I felt a small tingling, then the sensation of something like a static charge surrounding my whole body.

The woman, who sounded vaguely irritated, droned on. "...couldn't the sloppy fucks have just tasered him, instead of bashing his skull open? It's seriously fucking unprofessional."

The man sounded dismissive. "The file says they tried that in Egypt with him. They hit him with at least three at once, and it didn't do jack. He just kept right on going, and put four grunts on the floor before he escaped."

I was finding that focusing the field was a little more difficult than anticipated. I tried again.

"Three tasers." The woman sounded exasperated; I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "Probably they just hired a half-ass crew, who reported he was 'unstoppable' because they couldn't be bothered to fight like real men and still wanted a combat bonus. Terry, it's medically impossible for a human to control their own bodies with two taser shocks going through them, no matter how big and tough they are. Three would have caused cardiac arrest and killed him before he hit the ground." I heard her sigh, and could almost easily imagine her shaking her head. "The thugs they hire anymore are total bullshit."

Funny, I remembered having at least five of those tickly little things hanging from my skin after I'd gotten away. They had these nasty little hooks on them, and removing them hurt a lot more than the pathetic little zaps they gave you. Yes, I clearly recalled tearing out five...

"Again, case file... you really ought to read them." His voice was coming closer. "The theory is that he and the females in the Vermilion file all have some kind of electrically conductive layer under their skin..." I paused my attempt briefly as I considered that. Maybe he was right; maybe that was why those tasers hadn't done anything to me. "...it would explain some of what the two females in Kandahar and Turkmenistan were able to do back in '15. In fact – just in case, let's move the computers away from him."

I had to resist making a puzzled face in my allegedly unconscious state. Neither myself nor any of the girls had been in either of those places in 2015. I hadn't recruited Hannah and Melody yet by then either. Did they have us confused with some other nomadic clan of superhumans? How many could there be?

"Again, probably bullshit." She sighed, then paused. "Is it hot in here?"

I let a tiny grin cross my face; before either noticed it was gone. I heard the guy respond. "Uh... kind of." He didn't sound convinced.

"Uh, Terry... I think we might need an EKG when we run our tests. Go grab one, okay?"

"We've got one right-"

"That one's crap." She interrupted. "Get the one from 8th level surgical ward. This asshole cost us a lot to bring in, and I don't want to screw up our first crack at him on equipment faults."

"... Okaaay..." He sounded skeptical, but I heard the door open and shut. There was silence for a time.

"... Mmmmm..." She was coming back next to me. "Sorry, Terry, but I did read the report... and I have to check this package out."

I felt her pulling back the waistband of my boxer briefs, and the cool air of the room swept over my cock. I heard her inhale sharply, taking in the sight of my pole. I let my eyes shoot open, and blinked at the bright light. She hadn't noticed yet; I took a second to adjust to the lighting, and looked at her again.

She was in her mid-forties, I'd guess, and maybe attractive if she tried to be. Her brown hair, peppered with grey, was tied back into a tight bun, and she wore a long lab coat and black-rimmed glasses. She looked severe and humorless – soulless, even – but she was staring at my pole with a predatory stare that I knew well by now. I was soft, but my pole still laid out flat on my chest in about seven wide inches of male meat.

Good, I could at least control that much. I focused inwardly again, this time changing a few things up. I prepared to reach out to her with my power again. It was time to start my little game now.

"Hey... now, that's just rude, you could at least buy me dinner." I forced more humor into it than I felt.

She continued to stare at my cock for a few more moments, before she gave a start and yelped, staggering away from me with wide eyes. Her hand was reaching out toward a big-assed unmarked red button on the wall – I could guess what that did.

"Come on..." I smiled at her. "What's the rush? I mean, you went this far, don't you want to experience the legend?" I shook my hips as much as I could, making my slowly stiffening cock roll around slightly. "It'll be a great story for the other girls at lunch break."

"I... I..." Her hand reaching for the alarm fell to her side. She took one step toward me, then another. Soon, she was at my side, and one tentative hand went out and touched my pole. She poked and prodded, as if it would suddenly come to life and bite her – then, she laid one hand on it, stroking my length up and down like it was her favorite cat.

I let her stay like that for a while, considering. Clearly, she wasn't an especially sexual person; this tentative, leisurely exploration was how her brain manifested 'uncontrollable desire'. I would have guessed she'd be in a sex-frenzy by now and leaping onto my cock.

"What's your name?" I asked.

She took a while, still lost in stroking my cock too slowly for me to ever come by it. "Oh... I'm Agnes. Dr. Agnes Grey." She sounded half-awake now, almost drugged.

"Agnes, are you just going to be a spectator or are you going to show me you mean business? I'm tied up here, and I can't do what I need to do like this." I tried not to bite my lip. I was trying to essentially intoxicate her with her own lust – it was the thought I had been pumping directly into her mind as hard as I could – but I didn't have any direct way to judge whether or not it was working.

"Oh..." She shook her head, fumbling around on the trays. On one of the far countertops, she finally located something – a small touchpad, it seemed. She tapped in a security code, then fiddled around with the controls – finally, pressing a thumb to it. I felt a heavy click and suddenly the restraints came loose. I sat up, the heavy ropes falling away; I was free. My pants, still at my knees, still hampered me somewhat; I wasn't sure I wanted to pull them up quite yet. I wasn't sure how much she needed to see my tool for this to work, if at all. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the hallway, along with rolling wheels. Shit, the other one is back.

He came through the door. "Agnes, we – hey, what the..." He trailed off. I looked over; he was a heavy, balding guy, wearing a cable-knit sweater under his lab coat. He had a scraggly moustache and a pair of thick-lensed glasses. He looked utterly bewildered. I was reminded of my very first day in the hospital, after I'd begun my transformation into the first hominus, when that big orderly had come through the door to find Bethany giving her patient – me – a blowjob.

I made another shift inside, this time with more intensity and focus; I also threw in a twist. I felt a headache coming on as I brutally threw neural signals into Agnes, trying to redirect the runaway train of lust I'd infused her with, pointing it at Terry instead of me. When I'd about reached my limit, I looked back at Agnes, smiling. "Agnes, how about a practice round?"

She nodded slowly, turning toward Terry. She walked over to him, and suddenly grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. He seemed shocked at first, then he, too, fell under the effects of the heavy dose of pure desire I'd saturated the room with.

I waited until the two of them were well into going at it, their jackets having been discarded and old, stuffy clothes being tugged off one piece at a time – and grabbed Terry's lab coat for myself, pulling it over me as I stepped outside. The two were so into each other at that point that they didn't even see me go; who knew how long the effects would last. If I was lucky, they'd fuck like rabbits for an hour then go to sleep.

I stood out in the hallway. It was mostly unlit, except for the single dim fluorescent in each ceiling unit keeping the place just lit enough to navigate. It almost looked abandoned, if not for being clean and well-kept. It looked like a hospital, but the walls had a heavy cement feel to them – like an underground installation or bunker. Maybe a military hospital?

I didn't have time to investigate. I hustled down the hallway toward the nearest intersection. Glancing around the corner, I caught sight of only one direction with people – a lit double doorway, with two armed guards on either side. They were in a uniform, but it didn't appear to be a military one; it was some kind of navy-blue battle gear, and both had earpieces on.

One seemed to glance in my direction and I darted back behind cover. I stood there for a time, considering my options. Rush them? They'd probably get a few shots off before I got there, even if I sprinted. Even I wasn't bulletproof. They were kind of far away to use my power on; I sensed that it got weak very quickly over distance, unless I happened to be upwind or otherwise used it cleverly. Draw one of them over with some kind of ruse?

I got lucky. I heard a door down the same hallway opening, and two people talking as they emerged. I listened more closely. It was two women, quietly talking in more medical jargon that sounded vaguely like it was about me. I had an idea. I focused inward, and felt the static charge again.

Their talking slowly trailed off, and I heard their footsteps stop. They said a few more things to each other, each a quiet confession of abrupt feelings they had for each other. Their voices became more emotional with each word, and then I heard the sound of a wet, passionate kiss. A clipboard clattered to the floor. One of the two Foot Clan goons yelled something.

"Hey, you two, uh... st... stand down!" He sounded confused.

The other spoke more quietly, and I heard the hiss of a radio being activated. I cursed inwardly. "Base, get the med division chief out of bed, he's got, umm..." He trailed off momentarily. "... an HR situation."

"Did you not hear me? I said stand down and, uh, get back to your workstations!" The other soldier, his boots clopping as he got closer to them, sounded angrier. The two women were making out in full by now, breasts pressing together as they were overwhelmed by unfamiliar feelings.

My cock hardened a little – I was reminded of how much I loved seeing my own girls show each other their love, and I didn't get to see it nearly often enough in the past six years since we began our whole 'split up and have only one of us with Ben at a time' strategy. Well, the big exception being the two I was currently shacking up with – my beloved little Hannah and her partner in crime, Melody.

The two were inseparable, which even Nina finally had to admit was the better decision in the case of those two. Melody and Hannah had been living on the run for their own reasons before they teamed up with us, and they had training and experience that none of us had had before the Foot Clan made their first attempt to capture me and the girls.

It had been funny in the first few weeks, watching the two of them still try to be friends while pretending they weren't increasingly attracted to one another. Nina had stuck around for a couple weeks as they woke up from the retrovirus running its course, and in that time, she'd managed to sleep with both of them separately – only a few hours after I had, apparently. What they couldn't get their heads around was that it was the most natural thing in the world now for such close female friends to make love to each other.

It had culminated in a few furious arguments between the two over essentially meaningless things, and at its worst, the two hadn't spoken to one another for over a week, even as we all three lived together – leaving me as their go-between. I'd been both relieved and aroused when I walked into the bathroom one morning and saw the two of them awkwardly making out in the shower.

Ever since then, things had improved remarkably, and I had enjoyed threesomes with the two of them often. Still, I longed for that same joy with all of my girls. I hadn't seen Emily and Bethany make love to one another in how many years? Nina and Emily? For that matter, Emily and Bethany had barely met their two newest sisters. Nina had somehow seemed to have no doubt they would all get along fine – she said that somehow, from the moment she touched them after they woke up as hominus, she loved them both.

I wondered if that was just Nina, or if it was some hominus thing, women associated with the same man having some innate fondness for one another. It would also explain why Nina, Emily, and Bethany all seemed to befriend one another so quickly after their own induction as hominus females – I filed it away, figuring I'd throw it out at Bethany later and see what came back. Assuming I ever got out of this place.

"Base... umm... we're..." The guy down at the end stopped talking, and turned off his radio.

"Uhh... you two... uhh... you better be ready..." The first soldier's voice was changing now. He sounded interested instead of angry. I chuckled to myself. My super power: the ability to turn real life into a bad porno at will.

In less than a minute, I glanced out again to see a full-on orgy. I took in the sight for a few moments; the soldiers were just grunts, looking every bit the part – buzz-cut meatheads, one somewhat darker than the other but otherwise just disposable muscle. The girls – well, one was pretty good-looking, the other was cute if not pretty.

The looker was dirty blonde, about thirty-five to forty, with smallish breasts and a bit of pudge, but she was enthusiastically french-kissing the other girl – a mousy brunette, short and freckled, with big lips and a hook nose. Her tits were big and had some sag, not quite to my tastes – but the other girl and the two grunts weren't complaining. There was one guy behind each of the girls as they made out, their pants undone and hard cocks pumping into the girls' pussies.

I sauntered out, acting as if it was totally normal for a guy in underwear and a lab coat to just walk past a random orgy in the hallway. As I passed by the soldiers' discarded gear, I slid my toes under one of their assault rifles, kicking it up in the air with a flick of the ankle and catching it. It was a fairly standard model that I had practiced with the semi-auto version of; I checked the chamber as I walked off, seeing it was loaded – with live ammo, apparently.