Accidents Happen
Copyright© 2025 by Chnydleigh Whyplasche
Chapter 2
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A scientist with nefarious intentions, a big truck, an electrical substation, and a heart attack. All in the same place at the same time. What could possibly go wrong? I mean, other than the human race being turned upside down in a gender bending sort of way, not much, right? Join Charlie and Amy, childhood sweethearts, now adults looking to settle down, as they navigate the world of romance and intimacy in the aftermath of… The Accident of 2029.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite TransGender Fiction Science Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
The human body runs on electrical impulses. It is dependent on them, requires them for survival, and is controlled by them. Everything you do, everything you are, everything you say, every beat of your heart, or movement of your foot, is the result of an electrical charge going ... ZAP!!! ... In one form or another.
Timeline – 2029 June 10, Monday
Dr. Willard Smedley, PhD, MD, FACCAC, and Senior Steward of Oddfellows, was in his lab finishing the last few details on a device that put him in the leagues with Adolf Hitler, Chancellor of the Nazi Fatherland, Darth Sidious, Emperor Palpatine of the Sith, and any number of other assholes who wanted to dominate the world, and or universe, with a finer race of people than the mishmash that was humanity on Earth.
His office and laboratory facility in the metro Kansas City area was so close to an extremely high voltage electricity distribution subsystem, that when it was really hot, or really cold outside, the occupants there could feel and hear all the equipment hum from the power passing through it on the way to the millions of air conditioners and furnaces being used to fight mother nature.
Smedley was not a genius. He was a psychopath. He didn’t study electricity. He didn’t study plasma. He didn’t study power grids or the capability they have to do humanity’s heavy lifting when it came to getting energy from one place to another. You would think he would have thought of all those things when he contracted a friend to build him a gun, an electrical contraption that would ‘shoot’ an arc of energy carrying a series of electrons that altered, or cooked might be a better term, the chromosomes and DNA in the human body. Interestingly, he wound up adjusting it so that it only altered the portion of the chain that controls the reproductive system and the provisos therein.
He was working on designing men and women of perfection. Each male was to still be slightly different from the other, as would be the females. They would all be tall, strong, attractive, and virile, or fertile, as the case may be. He was doing well in his experimentation, and had made major successes in the lab, creating a line of rabbits that were perfect.
All he needed to do was change the coding to reflect the human conditions required and put his subjects under the treatment regimen. His subjects were there with him, waiting quietly, talking among themselves as he worked. Two homeless indigents, a woman who cleaned up quite nicely and was a bit on the amorous side once fed and provided a few glasses of wine, and a man who, after a stint in the service, couldn’t quite get along with other people very well. He did get along with Sheila, though. Sheila was the woman described herein. Bob, the veteran Marine in question, liked Sheila a lot. Sheila liked Bob. They spent most of their time together while Smedley went about his business. The two of them were happy to be off the streets and out of the sun and heat.