A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Four

A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Four.

I ran as fast as my fifteen year old legs could go. I didn’t have a destination in mind or a route to get there; I was running just to run away from everything. Running through endless hallways of the hospital, running away from that room, running with tear-blurred vision and short sporadic breaths. “Someone stop that kid!” I heard an older mans voice shout out from further down the hall behind me but I didn’t stop, I didn’t slow down, I didn’t even turn around to look because I knew what would happen if I did. When I saw a large bright red door with a little window in it, I picked up my pace and slammed against it with enough force to ram it open until I was standing and staring a two flights of stairs – one leading upwards and the other leading downwards. Without giving a lone thought to it, I charged for the steps on the left leading downwards and within seconds I was taking them two at a time to gain as much ground as I could.

Eventually I powered through another bright red door marked with “G” and found myself on the ground floor of the hospital where a lot of people were roaming around doing their own thing. As I scanned around the scene, I noticed one thing particular; among the sea of people dressed in blue scrubs were two people dressed in bright blue shirts with gold star shaped badges, on the belts of their black pants were handgun shaped tasers and two-way radios.

“He took stairwell D so he’ll have to come through here; and when he does, we’ll hold ’em until CPS shows up.” The older of the two security guards muttered as I ducked down behind a row of seats to avoid being seen.

“All right finally some action!” The younger of the two grinned and slapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly. “I can finally use some of the moves I learned in mixed martial arts.”

“No!” The older one with thinning white hair suddenly countered his partner. “You don’t get physical unless its absolutely necessary! He’s only a kid that just saw his parents die; force isn’t the answer, we have to use gentleness and care. No cuffs, no blitzkrieg style fighting, no cornering ’em. All we’ll do is sit him down in one of these chairs and stay with him until one of the CPS agents show up; if he wants a snack, we’ll get ’em one.”

“So basically we’re babysitters.” The younger scoffed, the grin on his face fading into a frown. It was then that I saw my chance; just as the two security guards started pacing about trying to find me, a nurse passed by while dragging a medicine cart behind her, and without even thinking of it I stayed crouched down using the cart as a shield to make my way towards the doors. Unfortunately it wasn’t a foolproof plan because the nurse made an unexpected turn leaving me fully exposed. “Hey! There he is! Somebody stop that kid!” The younger guard shouted out and started running towards me. Within seconds I too was in a full run except I was headed for the main doors of the lobby; even as I shoved the doors open and gained speed down a handicap ramp I didn’t stop.

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I awoke with tears in my eyes from the dream. As I lay in bed wiping the tears from my eyes I couldn’t help but think back to that day when my life changed forever. “Why…!?!” I quietly whispered to myself while rolling onto my side. That was the first time since I was brought here that I didn’t immediately hop out of bed and get changed. Instead, I just laid in bed wondering what life would’ve been like if anything had happened differently back then.

Eventually I sat up with a grunt then climbed out of bed to get to the plastic tub under it; after a short while I was changed into a new diaper. About an hour later I was be escorted from the room to the mess hall, yet with every day that passed recently, the number of armed escorts decreased until there were just two of them. Sometimes Hurst would also be there, sometimes not. After a hot and filling breakfast I was lead by the Sentinels to an unfamiliar part of the complex, were after unending halls and a maze of turns, we finally stopped in front of Hurst standing about ten feet away from a massive sliding glass door.

“I’m impressed. Two weeks in the isolation room and you haven’t tried to escape once.” She grinned and tilted her head back and to the side just far enough to motion me over. Not sure what to expect, I cautiously stepped closer until we stood within a foot of each other. “Today you get your new living quarters and you’ll meet the guys that you’ll be living with.” She turned and held her hand towards the glass door, then once we stepped within three feet of it, it slid open with a gentle hum.

As soon as we stepped into the massive room my jaw dropped. On the wall to our left was a huge flat screen TV that went from floor to ceiling and from corner to corner. In front of the tv was a wide coffee table with several remotes and gaming controllers, and past the table were three couches set up in a U shape. In a recessed area to our right were rows upon rows of computer desks – some were empty, but three had high end laptops on them. “Computers don’t have any online access unless its to white-listed websites; no email communications, no Skype, no texts, nothing. Satellite TV that gets over five hundred channels, and any movie ever made.”

“Someone has got a lot of money to burn if they put this kind of stuff into a place like this.” I gasped still trying to get my mind around the vastness of it all. I followed as she moved forwards towards a long and wide hallway on the far end of the room.

“Room for twelve residents. Six rooms on each side.” Hurst spoke just loud enough to be heard as she pointed to rows of sliding glass doors. “First two units on the right are already occupied, first unit on the left is yours.” Hurst spoke as she pointed to first room on the left. With a shrug, I slid the door open and poked my head inside to find a small yet spacious room with a single bed and a dark blue blanket. Light gray carpeting covered the floor and a shelving unit on the right side of the space had rows upon rows of diapers, several bottles of powder and a few tubs of wipes. Just to the left of the shelves was a moderate sized trash can marked with bio-hazard symbols, and to the left of the bed was a night stand with a small but powerful desk lamp.

After stepping out of the room, I nodded. “Its cozy.”

“At the other end of the hall is the entrance to a group bathroom and shower.”

“W-w-w-wait…” I stammered.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah I’d say somethings wrong.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t do group showers.”

“Well yeah now you do.” Hurst crossed her arms then lowered her eyebrows to give me a fierce glance.

“Whatever.” I grumbled and turned to walk away. Yet something caught my attention; I paused in mid turn when I saw something in one of the rooms across from mine. Even as I stood staring at the second to last room, my mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what was off about it. I slowly tilted my head and squinted then stepped closer to the other room until I could clearly see a mattress standing on end leaning against the wall. It was an ordinary plain white mattress but different some how. Suddenly it dawned on me why it stood out; running up and down the length of the mattress were countless slice marks revealing clumps of stuffing. “What…the…hell?” I asked trying to figure out why it was there in the first place.

“That’s for Michael.” Hearing Hurst saying that, I turned to her with the most questioning glare I could. “There’s something you really need to know.” She went on while starting to walk towards the main space with the entertainment area causing me to do the same. “Devon and Michael, see, they’re not like you and me. Well actually they kind of are, but they’re kind of not. That is, they’re like zebras and we’re like horses. Pretty much the same but one teeny-tiny little difference.”

“You lost me; just spit it out.” I rubbed the side of my head. Yet, before she could, two distinct mens voices echoed into the space from the main door leading in and out.

“I’m telling you, that you’ll have to vary your workouts to get the best results.” The first voice quipped.

“Oh don’t go getting your tail in a knot because I can bench press more than you can.” The second one snapped back in a bit of a sarcastic tone.

“Devon, Michael.” Hurst called out as she snapped her fingers. Just as I looked up to see who she was talking to, the entire world came to an abrupt halt; my heart skipped several beats as my mind went absolutely blank.

“What the hell!?!” I suddenly shouted out and pulled myself behind Hurst trying to use her as a shield. Standing between us and the only door leading out were a orange-brown furred wolf and black-and-orange furred tiger – both were the same size and shape as human figures even sharing the same ability of walking on two legs. They also wore the same kind of scrubs as I did yet the tiger carried his scrubs top over his shoulder like he would a towel at the gym.

“Judas.” Hurst rolled her eyes and stepped out from in front of me leaving me fully exposed. Having seen this, the tiger let his tail swish side to side much like any feline would. “That’s Devon Snits on the left and Michael Gerrunt on the right.” She spoke while gently pointing to the wolf then the tiger. Guys, this is Judas Christoph.”

“How’ya doing Judas?” The wolf smile while coming towards me with his right paw extended. At this, I backed away several steps trying to leave some distance between us. He must have sensed my agitation and fear because he backed away in slow gentle steps. “Okay I get it, you need some time to process all of this. That’s fine. No problems.”

“Y-you can talk…” I blinked and shook my head rapidly. “And you can walk on two legs.”

“Remember Judas; horses and zebras.” Hurst muttered barely loud enough for me to hear. She then turned to the wolf. “Devon, I trust you’ll help Judas to get settled in?”

“Yes Major.” The wolf nodded with a genuine smile. “I’ll do everything I can to help.”

“Good.” Hurst glanced to her watch. “All right, I’m going to be in the infirmary if you need me.”

“No! Don’t leave me here by myself!” I gulped and sprinted until I stood between her and the main door.

“Calm down, Judas. They’re not going to eat you.” She then paused and raised her left eyebrow as if in thought. “…or would they…” With that she grinned and ran for the glass door as fast as she could.

Sure that she was gone, Michael the tiger shuffled over to the couches and flopped down on the first one then reached for a remote and began flipping through channels on the wall sized TV. With nothing else to do, I strolled over to the far end of the massive space and sat down on a vacant chair at the rows of computer desks. To my surprise, Devon also came over and pulled out a chair to sit down across from me – doing so in a way that was uniquely human. “I don’t blame you for freaking out like that, I know this isn’t something you see every day. But once you get past all the fur we’re pretty much the same; skin, flesh, bones, blood, brains. All of us put our pants on one leg at a time, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrugged still trying to get my mind around all of it.

“Has Hurst showed you to your new living area?”

“Yup.”

“You know about the lines on the floor?” As Devon asked this, I thought back to a conversation I had with Hurst a few days ago when I asked her about the painted yellow and blue lines on the floor in the halls.

“Yeah I asked her about it the other day, she said that’s how you get from here to the infirmary, and the mess hall.”

“Good, good.” Devon nodded. “She, uh, also told me about your condition.”

“She…” I started to yell but with it being something I didn’t want everyone to hear I lowered my tone. “…she told you about that!?!”

“All she said is that you have a medical condition that requires you to wear some kind of protective garment. Whatever that means. Whatever, ya know? Its your business not mine so my lips are sealed.”

“Does he know?” I asked thumbing towards Michael.

“No.” Devon chuckled. “I’m planning on keeping it that way.”

“So…” I paused trying to find the right way to word my questions. “How did you two come to be like this? Were you born this way or was it a freak toxic sludge accident? I mean, you know, how did this all come about?”

Hearing this, Devon chuckled then reached out to pat my arm rather gently with his hand shaped paw. “We all have one thing in common, Judas, we’re all children of the Genesis Program.”

“Pretty small group from the looks of it.” I glanced around. “There’s only what, three of us here?”

“Sadly yes.” Devon sighed and shook his head slightly. “We’re the ones that survived birth. Michael and I didn’t always look like this; up until our twenty first birthdays we looked…well not just looked, we were human. But then we had to go through our individual transformations, see, it’s almost like a rite of passage. And sooner or later, you too will have to have your transformation. And on that day, we’ll all be behind you one hundred percent.”

After taking a few moments to reflect on everything, I leaned forwards with my right hand held out towards Devin. “You know, you’re a cool wolf dude.” I smiled, it turned even bigger when Devon reached forwards with his right paw until both of us were in a familiar handshake.

“Like I said…” He too smiled. “…you just needed a little time to process everything.”

The End of A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Four.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index