As Henry pushed open the glass doors, he was greeted with a hallway in front of him, and a flight of stairs to his left, and a barebones service elevator to his right. Thanks in part to his enhanced vision, the first thing he noticed was the large lever switch marked 'Main Power' on the other side of the hallway, prompting him to power walk down the hallway.
Halfway through the hallway, his power walk started to become bouncier, subsequently leading to him swaying his hips left & right to cushion the bounces like he was walking down a catwalk. (This feels right… I'm meant to be walking like this,) Henry thought to himself, as the deep recesses of his mind were working overtime, coaxing him into accepting it wholeheartedly & treating it as second nature. His phallus swung freely as it was mostly unencumbered, while his spherical latex breasts were bobbing without restraint.
Arriving at the switch, he was able to pull the lever upwards with a bit of effort, delivering power to the whole compound. The fluorescent lights above him, while showing their age, were still able to illuminate the hallway without issue. Multiple different hums could be heard coming from within the doors of the hallway, presumably coming from the machines inside said hallway.
"There, at least now we have power." He said to himself as he began to walk back down the hallway. As he did so, his curiosity got the better of him, stopping in the middle of the hallway. (...Well, maybe something here could help me change back.) He thought as he opened the 2nd left door of the 8-door hallway.
Entering the lab, Henry noticed that aside from the various chemistry equipment set about the moderately-large lab, the only notable items in this lab were the 3 vials spinning within a plugged-in "Chemical Potency Preservation" machine, labeled as such, beside which was a journal labeled "Max's Journal". The notebook looked like it had seen better days, with the edges of the notebook having gone through some yellowing.
Picking up the journal & subsequently opening it, the cherry red & white herm fox was disappointed to find out that almost all of the written pages were torn out: The only pages left in the book were a diary of sorts, with some of the entries torn out as well.
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Entry #1
To future me,
The last two days here have been a whirlwind for me: The military asked me to come work on a new chemical that would be for "the research & development of a compound for an undisclosed medium": If the entire universe was the size of this lab, then the size of what they're asking for is basically this entire military compound. I have no idea how to do what they're asking for, and that scares me.
I'll try to ask the General that hired me tomorrow: For now, though, I'm just going to set up the lab to my preferences, the only upside on this entire endeavor.
From,
Max
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Entry #4
To future me,
The recent biosamples that the military guys have been bringing in have stumped me, and the General's recent threats have put me on edge: I shouldn't have asked for that clarification a month ago. These samples are clearly something else: They look like rubber or latex, but there's something in them that's setting my equipment off.
...I need to show him something by the end of the week: Ramifications be damned, I'm going to cobble whatever I have into… something, and just present that. Maybe he'll can me, maybe he'll shoot me. I can't care anymore.
Max.
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Entry #6
To future me,
Right now I have 5 Ph.D. grads working under me, and I've just finished onboarding the last one. They were a "gift" from the General himself: 2 metamaterials specialists, 2 extra-energy physicists, and a fellow biochemist. The project's finally been given something resembling a name: Anoabuo.
Max.
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Entry #9
To future me,
Sorry about the lack of updates, but the past 7 months were essentially crunch-time every time. However, I can finally say that the batch has been completed. The 3 vials are currently spinning inside the CPP machine that I had asked for, and all I have to do now is present the work to the General. Finally, something workable.
...Still, it's probably best that I destroy the notes I wrote, just to make sure that nobody else can copy them. After the arrest of one of the metamaterial specialists for "breach of national security", it's probably best that it's not written down.
From,
Max
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Entry #10
They shelved the project. The General was part of an embezzlement scandal, and so everything's put on hold until further notice. The vials are still in the CPP, and I've made sure that it can continue running for years, even without power. Even if it did stop, the compounds will still retain most of their potency for about a few years, and can only activate if combined as they're ingested.
The agent said that it'll only be a few weeks before things would be back up again. Barring any bureaucratic issues, we should be back here in no time at all. In that case, there's no need for me to bring this with me: I can leave this here for future me to pick up from where we left off.
Max.
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(...and I still don't know what it does.) Henry sighed, looking down at hir own body to see hir jugs blocking most of hir view down below, the only exception was hir erect phallus. The lights above hir reflected off of hir latex body with an alluring shine. Hir aura was continuing to chip away at hir convictions, slowly getting hir to accept hir new body…