[A story written with u/sorry_mom_1 in mind]
“You can’t cancel the project now, I’m so close!” You plead. This is the project that you’ve devoted your entire career to, and running out of funding now would kill it. Perhaps forever.
“I’m sorry Doctor, but without any concrete results and with the recent collapse of the testing group due to accidents and injury, we will not be renewing the contract after the end of the month unless you have something promising to show us.” With that, he nods his head and stands abruptly before marching out the door. Your hopes along with him.
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You enter the lab and look around, trying to determine where to start. For the last few years, you have been receiving government funding into genetic research into creating a super soldier. You’d earned your PhD from your work into using CRISPR to genetically modify DNA in animal trials after identifying base pairs tied to a number of elements that could be combined together without complications. Size and strength from gorillas and bulls, predatory and sensory elements from wolves along with some with some pack/herd traits from all three.
The sales pitch that you’d made is that you’d be able to deliver the DNA via viral payload, giving otherwise ordinary soldiers increased speed, endurance, and strength along with some enhanced senses. They’d gain some predatory instincts, but would be tempered and controllable by innate loyalty to their pack/herd.
Looking into the cages and rooms lining one of the walls of your lab, you can see the results from animal testing taunting you. Bulls, wolves, and gorillas. But enhanced. The early trials had been so successful, giving them greater size, strength, and aggressiveness. Only three remain. The strongest of each animal group. You’d been worried when they had been aggressive enough to kill their cohabitants, but the military had been overjoyed at the results.
From animal trials, you’d moved to human testing. Stupid college students willing to do anything for a little beer money, but for some reason, it wasn’t “clicking”. They showed some performance enhancements due to having greater testosterone, but nothing stunning. Nothing that would justify the project any further. Opening your laptop, you run some more tests long into the night trying to determine what could have gone wrong…
… only to wake with a start to a large crashing sound. What time is it? How long had you slept for? You look around. What was the source of the sound?
You round the corner of the lab to see an expensive piece of equipment go flying across the room. Your foot bumps a broken vial, causing it to skitter across the floor and a hulking form in a lab coat turns to face you. Caught in their stare, you can’t help but recognize them. It’s Jake, one of the remaining students from the test group… but he’s changed. Tremendously. No longer the meek student you know, he stands at least a foot taller, rippling with defined muscles, his eyes glinting with a primal strength that stops you in your tracks.
“Jake… are you OK? Can I help you?” You ask him, trying to make heads or tails of the sight in front of you. Has your project yielded results after all this time? The transformation exceeds your every expectation.
His eyes trace the form of your body before he speaks, his voice much lower and deeper than before. “Ah, Doctor. I was hoping to find you here. Your project seems to have worked, perhaps too well…” His body coils for an instant before lunging forward. Grabbing you by the hair, you find yourself suddenly trapped between the wall and his hard body. You shudder, unable to move or flee as he leans forward with agonizing slowness before inhaling close to your body. “I’d planned on trashing the lab and killing you… but now…” He sniffs you again like your scent is intoxicating to him. “… Now that I can smell that you’re ovulating, my plans have changed.”
His free hand unties the belt of the lab coat, revealing him to be naked underneath. Your breath catches at the sight of him, his huge frame covered in thick hair and chiseled muscles. A werewolf comes to mind as your eyes trace downward before seeing the rapidly stiffening member swinging between his legs with heavy grapefruit-sized testicles. Even soft, it’s bigger than your forearm, knotted like a wolf and shaped like a bull. You’re unable to look away as it swells with blood and slowly stiffens, a trail of sticky precum leaking to the floor.
The pit of your stomach drops as your mind catches up to events. He cant mean to… There’s no way… You’re already almost too tiny and petite for a normal cock, let alone… Ovulating? does he mean to… It’d kill you… It couldn’t even fit! Your body surges with sudden strength and resolve and you pull away, determined to get free, making a break for the laboratory door…
… only to feel a massive weight slam into you from behind, bouncing you off the floor. The wind knocked from your body, your lungs burn with fire as they struggle to drawn in oxygen. You’re unable to resist as your body is roughly tugged and the sound of ripping clothing fills the lab. Your body and it’s coverings seeming to provide no more resistance than tissue paper, it’s only a few instants before your clothes are reduced to tatters and the shock of the cold tile beneath you on the bare flesh of your back makes you draw in an involuntary gasp.
You’re still reeling as he grabs one of your legs and inexorably pulls you back towards him with unrelenting strength. You glance up at him and see a dangerous hunger in his eyes, his intentions clear. Seeing his cock now fully erect, throbbing and veiny, impossibly huge, you kick your legs, only to have them bent back effortlessly, exposing your holes to him. He seems like a force of nature, and now trapped in his iron grip, all you can do is sob and plead wordlessly with him as he lowers himself toward you.
You gasp as the head of his cock presses into you for the first time before slipping slickly past your clit and resting against your tummy. You can feel its heavy weight and the heat radiating from it as it rises and falls with your panicked breaths. It grazes the bottoms of your breasts, leaving yet more precum as a trail behind it before he pulls it back and presses it into you again. It can’t fit. There’s no way. You claw your fingernails into the steely arms holding you and strain with every fiber of your being to fight him, getting no response except for your legs to be bent back further until it feels like your hips will pop out of their sockets.
This time, there’s no resisting him and you scream in pain as the thick head of his cock forces it’s way inside you, only to have him grunt in some mixture of pleasure and amusement. It feels like you’re being ripped in half. Your vision swims with pain and your eyes well with tears as you cry out, but your pleas fall on deaf or uncaring ears as he slowly pushes himself further inside you. You can feel the ridge from the head of his cock and every swollen vein as your body is remolded to fit him – until finally, thankfully, he bottoms out your aching hole and stops pushing forward.
Looking down at him, you can see that you’ve only managed to take half of his enormous cock, and not even close to the knots that must double his girth. It hurts just as much as he slowly pulls it back out, his shaft shiny and slick with glistening precum, blood, or juices from inside you before he rams it back in one forceful thrust. Sudden nausea joins the overwhelming pain as he spears your poor cervix and rearranges your guts before pulling back and slamming into you even harder. It feels like you’ve been punched in the lungs and you choke, struggling to breathe and against the force of his throbbing member. Pushed past all limits, you’re overtaken by blessed unconsciousness…
… Only to be awakened with the beast still on top of you. He’s using a handful of your hair as a handle to pull your body into him as he thrusts into you rhythmically. From this angle, you can’t help but see the shape of his cock deforming your stomach as he plunges it into you over and over again. Impaling you harder than ever, slamming so deeply that you can see his bulge pushing to your rib-cage. It feels like he’s pushed past your cervix and is fucking your womb directly – and from the agonizing pain, you wouldn’t be surprised. Finally, you hear him grunt as his cock twitches and swells. Over and over again, you can feel it dump his seed into you until your tummy swells and you can feel it leaking and pooling beneath you.
It feels like he came directly into your uterus, flooded your ovaries directly… if either even exist any more. Reaching down, you feel your swollen stomach. “Oh, you’re pregnant for sure.” He says before standing up. You feel empty and broken as his cock slides free followed by a wave of cum.
“I had planned on killing you to stop you from making more of me. I’m the Alpha you’d hoped to create, and as such I couldn’t let you create more. That’s why I had to destroy the lab and kill the other research subjects.” He walks to the cages along the wall, admiring the mutated beasts within before continuing. “But more fitting for you to bear my children instead…”
“… if you’re fit enough to survive…” He says, releasing the locks and opening the doors to the cages. Angry snorts and grunts echo through the lab as he makes his way to the exit. As the beasts crash free from their confinement, you struggle and tell your body to get up. As their captor and persecutor, will they attack you? As rival alphas, will they attack each other? Or, exposed to an ovulating female, will they have other needs in mind?
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`CONFIDENTIAL REPORT
ALPHA PROJECT: SUPERSOLDIER BIORESEARCH
Alpha project has yielded unexpectedly strong results. Primary alpha subject Jake L. N. Hyde is still missing, but even their ability to evade capture is evidence of project goals being met. Subject displays unusual strength and predatory cunning. Although all research has been lost and primary researcher has not recovered mentally at this time, they are the first (of now many) woman that will carry the product of this research project to term. The progeny of these pairings *may* temper the uncontrollable drive to breed exhibited in the primary alpha subject yielding more controllable soldiers, but further research will be required to determine final outcomes.`
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