An erotic story set in the not-so-far future.An erotic story set in the not-so-far future. It was a warm day in late spring in he year 2014. Karen Ball had just gotten off work from her job as an artificial intelligence programmer for the huge North Am CRYSTAL HOLOGRAPHIC CO. It was 4 p.m. and she had a date that was so exciting that she could hardly contain her eagerness. If the people she worked with knew whom she had a date WITH, she MIGHT be in danger of losing her job, but that was all, there was nothing ILLEGAL in what she was going to do, and she hoped that someday MOST people would come around to her way of thinking that many others nevertheless shared. In fact she had several close friends that had enjoyed these special 'dates' and after hearing their erotic and sometimes rather wild and fantastic accounts of what they had experienced, she just KNEW that she would never be completely satisfied until she had tried one, also. Her friend Becky had arranged this date for her, and now she was almost at the address that had been given her. Her date's name was Bruce Pong, and he was a 'hybrid' cross between a Giant Panda and a man! This was her first time trying something like this, but deep inside her she had a wonderful warm feeling as she entered the front door of the apartment building, that it would not be her last! She climbed a flight of stairs until finally she was at apartment C-33. Nervously, as her trembling finger slowly reached to push the door buzzer, thoughts flashed through her head as to how such a wonderful thing as a Panda-Man could come to be. It had really all begun back in the late 1990's when a millionaire Biologist/Geneticist named Prof. Russell had, at the age of 60, secluded himself for several years on a small tropical island that he owned. He did not appreciate visitors, and never left the place until he died of heart failure in the early 2000's, having had all his supplies flown in. And strange supplies they were, indeed, any and all sorts of laboratory equipment and machinery and components and wild animals! No one could really figure out what the old Professor was really up to as he toiled long days on his island, running from one booby-trapped and electric-fence guarded compound to another at odd times, as reported by casual boaters who often wondered at his strange behavior. |