It was late. The waste processing plant was on a skeleton crew overnight, and Lee was on his lunch break. The honey badger had slipped away from the break room on the last 20 minutes of his lunch and back out onto the processing floor. It was a large room of conveyor belts, processing equipment and large piles of incoming garbage that needed to be sorted and placed in the appropriate machinery to be dealt with. The piles never dwindled, as each day more garbage was brought in and added to them, usually more than they could process with so many personnel cutbacks. 

	Lee wasn’t worried about working at the moment. He stepped behind one of the larger piles where some of it had toppled over against the wall forming a small hidden alcove. The honey badger was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a blue canvas shirt with his name on it and a pair of tan, steel-toed, work boots on his large feet. A pair of beige work gloves stuck out of his back pocket and a box cutter hung on his belt in a sheath. 

	The badger’s hand went to his pants, one slipped his phone out of his pocket, the other pulled his zipper down and fished into it. As the badger unlocked his phone, he hoisted his cock from the inside of his pants. He’d gone commando, no underwear between him and his member as he tugged along the thick length. He squatted down to make sure no one would be able to see him, and as he did he fished his balls out of his zipper as well. The burly badger’s manhood dangled heavily between his spread thighs and he stroked over his fat, if slightly short, member with one hand. He gave his big balls a tug and a squeeze and his pudgy shaft soon rose hard above them. 

	As he brought himself to erection with one hand, Lee navigated to the app on his phone that he wanted. It appeared to be a game, but when Lee logged into it, it revealed to be a picture safe app, where the badger had photos stored that he didn’t want found. Pictures of Lee using the box cutter on his belt to castrate a large rottweiler. There were several, starting with the rottweiler smiling on the bed with his large dick in hand, as though they had been about to have sex. The pictures got progressively dirtier and raunchier, going from them fucking each other, to Lee pissing on the rottie, and finally the rottweiler’s naked testicles stretched from his sac. More pictures followed, however, of the rottie’s tear-stained and fearful face, his ruined groin, severed balls and cock lying on Lee’s bed, and at last, a short video of the rottie choking and gagging as blood gushed from his slit throat. 

	As Lee flipped through the pictures of his victim, the badger groaned and jacked himself off vigorously, his thick cock throbbing and oozing precum as he relived castrating and killing his coworker. The rottie, whose name had been Jeff, had quit his job the day that Lee had hooked up with him. No one at his job had any idea that Jeff had never made it home that night he had left. They knew that there was a manhunt out for him, the rottie now missing, but none of them knew that they had his killer working in their midst. 

	That thought alone was enough to bring Lee near orgasm. The honey badger huffed quietly under his breath, staring at the pictures and the video on his phone as his fat cock pulsed in his hand. The large head of it was drooling profusely, his heavy, musky balls draw close to its root with the nearness of his climax. He edged himself a moment or two longer, and then allowed himself to fly over the edge into orgasm. 

	Lee’s hips jerked, his boots creaking as he leaned up onto his toes and his cock gushed a thick white rope onto the concrete beneath him. He bit back a bark and instead growled under his breath as he shot squirt after squirt of hot badger-cum onto the cold, dirty concrete floor. He shuddered hotly as his orgasm dwindled into afterglow, wringing the dregs out of his thick cock. They spattered his boots and he grinned to himself at the sight of his own white cum against the tan leather. 

	Lee stood up slowly and relocked his stash and his phone. He tucked his well-spent, but still leaking and slick cock into his jeans, still able the smell his own musk and semen even over the stink of the garbage around him. He slipped his phone into his pocket and then climbed back over the garbage pile. It shifted as he did and a cylindrical steel container rolled out of the pile and clattered onto the floor. 

	The canister rolled across the floor, stopping just short of the streaks of cum that the badger had left on the floor. A large yellow biohazard sticker was stuck to the side of the canister. The canister had sat in that pile of garbage for a long time, as more and more refuse was poured on top of it. It shouldn’t have even been there in the first place, someone had thrown it into a dumpster instead of disposing of it properly. It’s lid was cracked after being compressed by the garbage and slowly, thick green liquid began to drip out of it. 

	The sticky green substance smelled horrible, and it slowly formed a puddle that spread across the dirty floor until it combined with the sticky globs of cold badger semen on the concrete. The green liquid began to bubble and steam furiously as it connected with the cum that Lee had left behind and after a few minutes it had soaked up every single sperm the honey badger had discarded. 

	The green ooze began to pulse as it bubbled and it coalesced into a blob about the size of a grapefruit. The canister was now empty, every drop of the goo inside it had been leaked out and was now part of the slick, stinking ball of green slime that had combined with Lee’s genetic material. Like a slug, the slime slid across the floor, leaving a trail behind it. It was moving of its own accord. It slid away until it found a small drain in the floor that was there to collect leaked fluids from the garbage piles. The slime bubbled as it sat over the grate and slid between the gaps into the network of pipes that ran through the waste processing plant... 

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Rolf grinned as he finished tying Galen’s wrists to the water pipe. It was dark enough in the storage room that the otter beneath him was mostly a shadow propped up on his back with a bunch of boxes under his ass. The otter ‘mmph’d’ softly around the salty, musky wad of his own underwear inside his muzzle. He couldn’t speak, and Rolf had used his own belt to tie his muzzle shut around the bulge of his own underwear. 

	“Hehe you look damn good like that, Galen.” Rolf snickered, the large wolf groping the bulge in his jeans. Rolf groaned, pulling at the water pipe instinctively even though he was rock hard between his bare legs. He had initiated this, flirting incessantly with the wolf, but hadn’t expected just how far that Rolf would take it. 

	The two were inside a storage room no bigger than a large closet. There were dusty boxes in it, piled up inside an old contamination shower. Galen was propped up on his back on these boxes, with his hands tied to the faucet handles. Above him, the shower head leaked rusty water onto the otter’s belly, and it ran cold down his fur between the side of his leg and his balls.

The storage room had originally been intended to serve as an emergency station, but new ones had been built and this one had been overlooked and forgotten for many years in the waste processing plant. The wolf and otter were still on the clock, but neither of them cared. No one would be looking for them with how much work needed to be done with the lunch hour now over. No one could be spared from the job, not even the supervisor. 

Galen moaned around his own sweaty underwear as he heard Rolf pull his zipper down. The smell of horny wolf grew in intensity as the lupine pulled his cock from his pants. The thick red bone was shrouded in darkness, but Galen could tell that the wolf was very well-hung. His tailhole clenched at the thought of that big bone going into him with nothing more than precum as lube. The otter’s cock twitched, his guts tied in knots of arousal. He hadn’t expected this, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

Rolf snickered under his breath as he pressed up against the otter’s upturned rump, letting his hard cock slide up side of the otter’s leg until it was pressed against his balls. He ground against him, letting Galen feel just how huge that lupine bone was as its knot mashed into the otter’s balls. Even with half of it against the otter’s nuts, the shaft of the wolf’s dick was still longer than Galen’s entire erection. 

“Little horny faggot.” Rolf growled, roughly jerking Galen’s member with his hand. The otter moaned and jerked at his bonds as the wolf’s calloused finger-pads scraped over his sensitive cock. He slapped Galen’s balls, making him yelp, and then drew back until the tip of his dripping crimson cock found the otter’s tight little pucker. 

“Oooh tighter than I was expecting.” Rolf growled, pushing at it to test it with his girth. “You might need to take a few days off after this, Galen.” the wolf growled cruelly, his heart pounding in excitement at the thought of fucking the otter until he could hardly walk straight. “That don’t mean I won’t be swingin’ by your house every night after work to make sure this ass of yours stays in the shape of my dick.” 
Galen moaned, breathing hard through his nose. The thought of that made a thick gob of precum roll down his hard shaft, even as his guts ached from the sharp slap that Rolf had given his nuts. The otter’s eyes snapped open wide as Rolf started to push into him. It hurt, but the otter loved it as that throbbing bone pushed his pucker wide around it. He felt his ring stretch wider than it had ever been and he winced, gasping as it tore slightly to accommodate the wolf’s girth. 

Rolf smirked as he felt Galen tear around his shaft, the thought of it making the wolf’s balls roll in his jeans. He was still dressed, while he had forced Galen to get naked. The wolf’s cock was jutting out of his fly, his balls half in and half out of his zipper. He hadn’t paid much attention to them, as eager as he was to pull his cock out and get to fucking. Rolf sawed his shaft back a half inch and then pushed in again, working Galen’s ass open around his dick. 

Galen’s eyes watered from the sensations but he’d never been so turned on in his life. His cock felt like a stone bar between his thighs as Rolf reshaped his guts around that massive lupine prick. He could smell the sweaty wolf even over the dusty smell of the disused storage room, and it turned him on even more. 

With a deep growl, Rolf’s knot bumped against Galen’s bleeding asshole, and the otter groaned at the feeling of that massive bulge against his already brutalized hole. He knew Rolf wouldn’t allow him to leave without knotting him first. He hardly had time to worry about it though, as Rolf started to roughly fuck him. 

The boxes creaked underneath Galen as Rolf’s hips slapped against his ass with each thrust. Rolf fucked with all the vigor of his feral cousins, his groin and nuts slapping hard against Galen’s backside. The otter had never had so much up his ass in his life, and it was a mixture of pleasure and pain as Rolf’s thick shaft mashed his prostate like a grape. Precum shot out of Galen’s dick and hit his nose with its force. 

As the wolf fucked him, Galen’s hands pulled at the belt tying him to the faucet handles. They screeched in protest, rusty with years of neglect. They squealed open just enough that the drips of cold, rusty water increased in frequency down onto Galen’s groin. He couldn’t see the water turn green, but he felt it as the slime creature slowly began to drip out of the pipes onto his stomach. His fur sizzled wherever the drops of slime landed on his belly and groin and they coalesced leaving chemical burn trails on Galen’s stomach and groin. He tried to scream but he couldn’t get his breath with Rolf’s savage and heedless thrusting. 

The smell of the slime monster as it formed on Galen’s stomach became very evident and Rolf wrinkled his nose. 

“God you stink, dirty little faggot!” Rolf snarled hatefully, redoubling his fucking and heedless of the breathless moans of pain from Galen’s gagged muzzle. He couldn’t see well enough in the dark to tell that the stink was coming from a glob of living goo that had just dripped out of the old pipes. 

Galen moaned, his eyes watering for a different reason as his skin burned under the blob on his groin. It was dangerously near his genitals, and his cock wouldn’t soften despite the pain. He could smell the blob too, as well as feel it, and he tried to jerk his hips to keep the sliding creature away from his groin. He couldn’t see it, didn’t know what was on him, but he could feel it and it hurt. 

“Yeah, swerve that ass, you sick little bastard!” Rolf snarled as he felt Galen jerking under him. He was oblivious to the otter’s plight and Galen couldn’t get Rolf’s attention no matter how loudly he moaned or tried to scream. 

The blob slithered over his groin and began to engulf the otter’s stiff cock. Galen’s eyes rolled in his head as the tip of his dick felt like it was suddenly on fire. He couldn’t see it, but inside the transparent green goo trails of red leaked away from his dick as the flesh began to dissolve. The otter howled into his gag and succeeded only in getting fucked harder from the wolf who thought he was loving it. To Galen, it felt like his cock was being shoved into a pile of hot coals. 

By the time the slime reached the base of his cock, the head of it was nearly gone. Pink trails escaped the raw flesh of Galen’s dissolving cock into the green slime. He jerked his hips, trying desperately to save his groin from whatever was on it, and he moaned in despair as he felt the slime absorb his balls. 

The otter’s soft fur was the first thing to go. It bared pink skin for all of a moment before that supple scrotal flesh began to bubble and open up in small holes that got bigger and bigger as the slime leaked into them. Soon the sac was gone entirely and the otter’s testicles were floating in a gelatinous ball of acid. They fared no better. 

Galen’s cock was gone now, it had liquefied into pink and red pulp in the vague shape of what used to be Galen’s penis. His testicles were dissolving and Galen was sobbing through his gag as the slime absorbed his genitals and dissolved them away to nothing. Rolf kept on fucking, and by the time that Galen’s balls had been reduced to a cloud of white goo inside the slime, Rolf roughly knotted Galen and blew his load up the otter’s ass. 

Rolf never noticed the slime slide off of the ruined mess of Galen’s crotch. The otter’s cock and balls were gone, leaving nothing but a raw, chemical burned patch of flesh between his legs. The green glob hit the bottom of the dirty shower and pulsed. It grew, but the genetic material it had absorbed was not what it needed. It slid down the drain underneath Galen’s shaking body and was gone. 

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Lee grunted as he pushed the bathroom door open. The honey badger strode toward the urinal, grumbling under his breath. Galen and Rolf had been gone for too damn long. They were supposed to be at his station, and without them, the badger had been having to work far harder than he normally would have. As he walked up to the urinal, he thought that he might have a couple of new victims to add to his list. 

	The badger grimaced as he saw the yellow puddle left in the urinal by the last guy who had used it. He flushed it and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out to piss, his heavy balls swinging out with it. Going commando meant there was nothing to hold his nuts inside his pants. The badger relaxed his groin and began to piss even as the urinal finished flushing. He didn’t notice the streaks of green slime that replaced the streams of water down the inside of the urinal bowl. 

	Lee had his head tilted back, staring at the tiles of the ceiling as he emptied his bladder. After jerking off, he had been forced to hold it since and it felt good to just let all that pent up wastewater go at last. He grimaced as a horrible smell reached his nose. The badger looked down toward his groin just in time to see the green slime coalescing in the basin of the urinal. He frowned, brows furrowed as the slime bubbled in the puddle of piss he had soaked it with as it had formed. 

	Before the badger could react, the slime creature launched itself toward his groin. The badger snarled as the thick green slime wrapped itself around his groin. His fat cock sizzled as the chemical laden creature began to dissolve it. Lee staggered backwards, clawing at the slime creature wrapping itself around his pudgy dick and fat low-hanging balls. His hands burned and smoked from touching the slime. He banged into the opposite wall and roared in agony. 

	The skin of Lee’s cock was bubbling away just as Galen’s had. The more the badger tried to get the slime off of his crotch, the more viscous it became. It was like clawing away at gelatin that burned his flesh down to the bone. The badger’s legs gave out from the terror that was pumping through him. He slid down the wall, still trying in vain to save his cock. 

	The same red trails of blood oozed into the slime as more and more of Lee’s girthy shaft and fat knob were consumed by it. His balls too were slowly being exposed as his entire manhood was being absorbed and liquefied. The pain was incredible. The columns of erectile tissue in Lee’s cock were soon exposed as his dick melted away little by little. He could see the veins that had been under his skin and they eroded away to leak his blood into the green slime. 

	The badger’s scrotum was gone now, his twitching whitish purple testicles encased in green goo. He had nearly lost all the skin on his hands from trying to pull the slime off of his dwindling genitals. His cockhead was gone, along with half of his thick dick. It was like watching his cock being erased slowly, bubbling away in the frothing innards of the sticky green corrosive goo. 
	The badger watched in horror as his testicles slowly melted, his cock now no more than a stump. Their fibrous cords and outer fascia dissolved, and their curled tube innards were now floating free in the mess of slime. He realized in horror that he was castrated now, emasculated just like he had done to Jeff. 

	Riddled with fear, Lee tried to stand up, but now that it had found the genetic imprint that it needed, the slime grew larger. It slid into the zipper of his jeans and began to engulf the badger’s now sexless groin. The pain was immense and it took the strength from Lee’s legs as the slime started to burn his flesh. It oozed larger and larger the more of his body it consumed. It started with his groin, but as it got larger the creature moved down the badger’s legs, dripping viscously down his thighs. 

	The slime burned him down to the bone, baring his pelvis and the bones of his legs as it consumed his flesh. He howled is it slid down behind his groin and pushed itself up his ass. He tried to clench down with muscles that were already dissolving apart and the slime forced its way into his body. 

	Lee screamed louder as he tore at his clothes, trying to get the slime off of him any way that he could. He pulled his shirt open and stared as the green slime rose from his belt line and curled around his torso, burning the fur and flesh away in a smoking haze. He stared at the rippling muscle of his abdominals as the slime rose up slowly, baring more and more of his innards. Inside him, the slime was dissolving his organs. 

	Lee could hardly scream anymore. His legs were gone, his clothing dissolving just like his flesh. He was a torso caught in green slime that was slowly growing larger and absorbing him, dissolving as it went. He gurgled as the slime came out of his mouth and melted his tongue. It absorbed his head and Lee let out one large bubble as his lungs were dissolved and he was no more. 

	The slime bubbled and writhed as it absorbed the last vestiges of the badger’s body. It shook and squirmed as it bonded with the rest of the genetic information that it required. Whatever it was that had made this creature had bonded with the genetic information in Lee’s body and cum and created some new form of sentient life. 

	The blob shuddered and reformed itself, forming first the vague shape of a body. Legs, torso, head and arms. The shape got more and more complex steadily as it shaped itself, fingers growing and splitting off from the arms to form hands, toes and feet from the legs. The thick bulge of a cock and balls formed itself between the legs and a pair of eyes floated up to place themselves in the head. 

	Slowly, steadily, the goo became more and more complex until the naked body of Lee lay on the floor in the bathroom. He was exactly as he had been, except now shaped of living slime instead of flesh and blood. He had fur, and was entirely indistinguishable from the badger that he had been only moments ago. Except Lee was not in control of this body. It was the slime. It had used his genetic imprint to reform a body for itself, but inside it was still living slime. It had all of Lee’s memories and personality, knew everything that he knew. It was truly alive. 

The slime creature stood up slowly and looked at itself in the mirror. It had thoughts for the first time, real working thoughts that it had stolen from Lee’s brain. It had all of his features, his thoughts, and his predisposition to murder. 

The slime badger walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to a locker room where it knew that there would be clothes for it. It opened up Lee’s locker and took his street clothes, getting dressed. 

The creature left Lee’s work that night without a word to anyone. It slipped out, just as the supervisor was being informed by a hysterical coworker about finding Galen and Rolf in the storage room and that Galen needed an ambulance. 

It got into Lee’s truck and turned the engine over, driving out as Lee had every night before hand, heedless of the life that it had taken from the badger to start its own. The slime creature drove away, leaving behind the life that Lee had once had, ready to start a life of its own. The serial killing badger had met his end, only to be reborn a true monster. 

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