June 18th 2029
Nevada's center for scientific research.
The United States had run into a pressing problem. Worldwide birth rates were plummeting, and in America, only two hundred babies were born each month. The economy strained under the weight of shrinking workforces, and the nation's future seemed to shrink. To combat this crisis, the Nevada Center for Scientific Research proudly announced a new initiative, the search for a remedy to humanity's decline. At the project's helm was their most decorated senior scientist—Dr. Carter B. Driscoll.
That evening, the lights in the facility dimmed as the day drew to a close. Carter sat in his office, tense and overworked, his hands trembling as he measured estrogen and subcutaneous chemicals into a beaker. He had a month to produce results—one month to find the answer to the country's survival.
Leaning over his microscope, Carter placed a slide of the newly synthesized compound beneath the lens. His heart raced. As he peered into the scope, a slow smile spread across his face. Against all odds, he had done it. He had created something that could stop the decline.
Elated, Carter snatched up the beaker and hurried toward the door, ignoring the mess of papers and glassware strewn across his desk. In his excitement, he stumbled. The beaker slipped from his grasp, shattered across a nearby counter, and spilled into a Petri dish.
"MON DIEU!!" he cried, horrified.
The Petri dish had contained a thick, shimmering liquid the color of molten pink. As it mixed with the serum, the substance hissed and boiled, releasing a strange purple gas. The fumes filled the air, clawing at Carter's lungs. He coughed violently, staggering back as he fumbled for his emergency gas mask.
In the hallway, his assistant, Odette Robertson, approached the lab. Working under Carter was a rare blessing—he never belittled her, never treated her as anything less than his equal. She raised her hand to the door just as a shrill, panicked voice tore from inside.
"DON'T COME IN!"
Inside, Driscoll is having difficulty covering his face, he feels his skin tightening almost rippling even, "Dr. Driscoll, are you okay in there?" Carter knew he had to keep Odette from entering, so he lunged at the door locking it "I-IM FINE!" Outside, Odette was unsettled at the tone of carters voice, she waited for what seemed a good minute before carters voice rang out,
"Odette, I need some alone time! Why don't you uh..take the day off?" Odette was alarmed but agreed "..okay…" Oblivious to what's coming.
The next day, Odette set out early, the crisp morning air nipping at her nose as she walked a few miles to the nearest Starbucks. She ordered two steaming cups of coffee, the aroma of fresh brew filling her senses and offering a momentary escape from the tension that had become her constant companion.
With the coffees in hand, she made her way back to Carter's office, her footsteps echoing down the sterile hallway.
"Carter, are you okay in there?" Odette's voice trembled with unease, yet she maintained a gentle tone. From within the office, Carter's frantic response cut through the silence. "Odette?! Why... why are you here? Is something wrong?"
Odette slid down, her back pressing against the door, a barrier between them. "It's okay that you messed up. No one will judge you! It was an accident," she reassured him, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos.
The sound of shuffling feet echoed from within, followed by Carter's distressed whisper. "I- it's not okay, Mrs. Robertson. Mon DIEU, it's —it's terrible!!"
Odette's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and determination. "Het is goed," she replied softly in Dutch, carter's surprise was palpable, his voice laced with curiosity. "You speak Dutch?" The question hung in the air, a thread of connection between them. On the other side of the door, Odette's voice carried a hint of pride. "It's my native language! I'm from Rotterdam," she replied, her accent a gentle reminder of her roots, a whisper of the city that had shaped her.
"Do you want to come out?" Odette's invitation was gentle, a lifeline extended through the barrier. Her voice was a soft plea, a hopeful note in the midst of the chaos. Carter's response was barely a whisper, a soft refusal. "Non… not yet…" The words hung in the air, a testament to the turmoil that gripped him, a silent plea for understanding and time.
Weeks had passed in a blur of worry and routine. Odette had left food and words of comfort at Carter's door, her presence a steady beacon in the darkness. But as she stood before his office on June 23rd, a strange noise pierced the silence. It sounded like the wet, rhythmic slap of meat against meat, a sound that sent a chill down her spine."Carter, what are you doing in there?" Her voice was a mix of concern and curiosity, a question that demanded an answer.The noise ceased abruptly, replaced by a startled gasp. "O-Odette! It-it's nothing… just a little stressed, that's all!" Carter's voice was strained, a thin veil over the turmoil that lay beneath.
""Uhh, okay… how are yo—" Odette's words were cut short by a sudden, discordant sound, a harsh interruption that sent a jolt through her. Twaaannggghhh.
A strangled moan followed, "Nghhh~" The sound was raw, a mix of need and desperation that sent a wave of unease crashing over Odette. "Carter? What's happening?!" Her voice was a mix of concern and alarm, a plea for understanding in the face of the unknown.
Odette hurried away, leaving Carter alone with his secrets, her thoughts a storm of confusion and unease. That night, she could not find rest. She twisted in bed, sheets tangling around her legs as though they meant to bind her there. A feverish heat pulsed through her body, sharp and unrelenting, making her skin prickle as though it were too tight.
Then came the sensation—a faint tingling crawling up her spine, delicate at first, then deepening into something she could no longer ignore. She gasped, her eyes snapping open, breath hitching in her throat. It had to be exhaustion. Stress. A trick of the body after too many long nights at the lab. Yet when she forced herself to look, when her trembling hand brushed across her lower back, she froze.
Her body was changing. Slowly, impossibly, the curve of her hips and rear began to swell, stretching her nightclothes as if driven by some unnatural force within her, then she felt it. Odette's hand flew to her abdomen, pressing against the strange swell rising beneath her skin. This isn't real, she told herself, clinging to the thought as though it could undo what was happening. Yet the pressure persisted, slow but undeniable, her stomach pushing outward in a steady, unnatural bulge that mocked every law of reason.
Her breath hitched. "M–my tummy…" before it stopped,
The next morning, Odette called in sick, telling the administrator she had a doctor's appointment. On the other end of the line, the administrator barely registered her excuse. His attention was already split—he was standing near the security station, speaking with one of the guards.
"What do you think's wrong with them?" the guard asked, lowering his voice.
"I'm not sure," the administrator admitted. "But Dr. Driscoll hasn't come out of his office since yesterday. And the noises in there…" He hesitated, brow furrowed. "It sounds like…like raw meat being slapped together."
The guard's face twisted in disbelief. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you suggesting he's in there—masturbating?"
Before the administrator could form a reply, a deafening crash rang out from Driscoll's lab, cutting their conversation short.
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
A deep, primal roar echoed through the hallway, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. It was Carter, or rather, what he had become. He stood naked, a towering figure that commanded attention and instilled fear. His body had grown to its maximum muscular potential, stretching to an astonishing height of 8'11". His biceps were gigantic, veins bulging beneath the taut skin, and his quadriceps were a landscape of rippling muscle. His once-flat stomach was now a chiseled six-pack, and his pectorals were enormous, a testament to the sheer power that coursed through his veins. His penis, now a foot long, hung heavy and intimidating between his legs
"WHAT THE HELL?!" The administrator's voice was a shrill cry, a mix of shock and horror as she stared at the transformed figure before her. "WHERE IS SHE?!" Carter's voice was a thunderous roar, his eyes wild and intense. He grabbed the administrator by the collar, his grip iron-tight, lifting her off the ground with ease. "W-who?!" she stammered, her voice a terrified whisper. Carter's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt. "Odette Robertson… TELL ME!" His voice was a low growl, a command that brooked no argument. The administrator's eyes widened in fear, her mind racing. "The walk-in clinic! Down the street!!" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips in a desperate plea for mercy, carter dropped her, his massive frame turning in an instant, and he set off at a sprint, his powerful legs eating up the distance as he dashed down the street, a man on a mission, driven by a primal need to find Odette.
Meanwhile, Odette waited anxiously in the clinic's waiting room, her body a landscape of discomfort and confusion. Her rear end had swollen to such an extent that it barely fit in the flimsy chair, the plastic digging into her flesh, a constant reminder of her discomfort. As if that weren't enough, her stomach began to move, a subtle undulation that she barely noticed, the clinic staff rushed to her side, their faces a mix of concern and confusion as they attempted to loosen the chairs grip. With a series of grunts and tugs, they finally managed to pry her loose, their efforts leaving Odette flushed and breathless. As she stood, her body began to react in ways she hadn't anticipated. A warmth spread through her, a sensation that started in her core and radiated outward, her skin tingled, her breath hitched, and her mind raced with images that were as unexpected as they were unwelcome. Yet, she held her tongue, her lips pressed into a thin line, a silent barrier against the storm of desire that threatened to consume her.
"Wh-what's happening to me…?" Odette whispered to herself, her voice a fragile thread in the face of the storm that raged within her. Led back to the doctor's office, she found herself in the presence of a man with kind eyes, a small comfort in the midst of her turmoil. As she perched on the exam table, her body betrayed her, a symphony of sensations that she struggled to contain. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape, as the doctor approached with his stethoscope. First, he listened to her heart, the steady beat a stark contrast to the chaos that reigned within her. Then, his hands moved lower, the cool metal of the stethoscope pressing against her abdomen, a point of contact that sent a jolt of electricity through her. His question hung in the air, a simple inquiry that sent her mind reeling.
"Are you pregnant?" His voice was gentle, a soothing balm against the storm of her thoughts. Odette's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief. "N-no! I haven't had sex! Not since…" Her words trailed off, a confession left unfinished, a secret buried in the depths of her memory.
Then, she felt a strange tingle in her breast, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. "A-Anhh!~" Odette let out a moan, her voice a mix of surprise and discomfort as milk began to spray from her nipples, soaking through her top. The fabric clung to her skin, barely containing her massive breasts, the weight of them a constant, uncomfortable reminder of the changes that had overtaken her body. The doctor, startled, stepped back, his eyes wide with shock. "I- I'm going to call someone—" But before he could finish his sentence, a loud crash knocked him unconscious. Odette looked up, her heart pounding, and saw him. Carter B. Driscoll stood in the doorway, his presence commanding and intense.
"Mon bébé…" Carter's voice was a low growl, a mix of concern and something darker, more primal. His eyes, fixed on Odette, held a hunger that sent a wave of unease crashing over her. "C- Carter…?" Odette's voice was a mix of confusion and relief, her words cut short as Carter reached for her, his arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. She melted into his hold, her worries dissolving like sugar in hot water, replaced by a warmth that spread through her, a comfort she hadn't known she needed.
"Je suis ici maintenant…" Carter's voice was a soft murmur, a promise whispered against her hair. His words, a mix of French and Dutch, a language of their own, a secret shared between them.
"Jouw hier…" Odette replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a confession of her own, a surrender to the comfort he offered, a safe haven in the midst of the chaos. Carter gently pulled away, his hands steady as he helped Odette out of her skirt and shirt. Her massive breasts continued to leak milk, the sight of it a stark contrast to the soft curves of her body. But for Carter, the most captivating sight was the glistening wetness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal, a promise of the passion that simmered beneath the surface.
"C-Carter!!" Odette's cry was a mix of surprise and desperation, her body tensing as she felt the familiar stirrings of change. Carter's voice was a soothing balm, a promise whispered in the darkness. "I know, baby… I know…"
As if on cue, Odette's small but noticeable baby bump expanded, a sudden growth that left her breathless, a transformation that seemed to defy the laws of nature. And as if in response, Carter's cock grew, a primal reaction to the sight before him, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that surged between them. "M-Mon dieu!!" Carter's voice was a mix of awe and wonder, a whispered prayer in the face of the miracle that unfolded before him.
"C-Carter… I need… I need you inside of me!!" Odette's voice was a desperate plea, a raw, unfiltered expression of her desire, her need for him, for the connection that only he could provide. Carter guided her gently, helping her to lie flat on her back, her body a landscape of curves and shadows. Instinctively, she spread her legs, an invitation, a surrender to the passion that burned between them. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, his lips finding her throbbing, wet pussy. "M-Mmmh!!~" Odette's moan was a symphony of pleasure, a melody that sang of her desire, her need.
Carter positioned himself at her core, his cock a promise, a testament to the passion that raged within him. He entered her slowly, a deliberate, measured thrust that sent waves of pleasure crashing over them both. "A-AHHH!!~" Odette cried out, her voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy, a song of pure, unadulterated pleasure. There was no pain, no fear, only the two of them, their bodies entwined, their souls intertwined, a dance of passion and promise, a celebration of the life that grew within her, a testament to the love that bound them, a love that would soon birth their children.
An hour later, the quiet of the clinic was shattered as military personnel, the elite Echo Omega Force, infiltrated the building. They moved with precision, their boots echoing down the hallway, a drumbeat of authority and power. As they approached the room, the commanding officer signaled to the team, a silent command that spoke volumes. With a swift, practiced kick, the door was blown off its hinges, the force of the impact sending it crashing to the floor. "EOF!!! GET DOWN!!" The officer's voice was a thunderous roar, a command that demanded obedience, a promise of force and authority.
Carter's head whipped around, his eyes wide with shock, quickly replaced by a look of annoyance. "Get. Out." His voice was low, a primal growl that rumbled through the room, a challenge issued, a warning given.
The second-in-command officer barked an order, his voice sharp and demanding. "STEP AWAY FROM—" But before he could finish,
CRACK
The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The second-in-command looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw his arm twisted at an unnatural angle, a stark reminder of the force that had been unleashed. "OPEN FIRE!" His voice was a cry, a command born of pain and surprise.
The room erupted in a cacophony of gunshots and shouts, a symphony of chaos and confusion. But amidst the turmoil, Carter stood firm, his body a shield for Odette,
As a last resort, one of the team members reached for the darts on his belt, his movements swift and practiced. He loaded them into his multi-use gun, the click of the mechanism a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them. With a swift, precise motion, he fired, the dart finding its mark in Carter's thigh. The impact was sharp, a sudden jolt of pain that sent a wave of shock through Carter's body, but the assault didn't stop there. Another dart was fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the room like a grim countdown. Carter hit the floor with a thud, his body heavy and unresponsive, the weight of the impact sending a jolt through the room.
"CARTER-!" Odette's voice was a desperate cry, a plea born of fear and love, a sound that cut through the chaos like a knife. But before she could reach him, another dart found its mark, this time in her neck. The impact was swift, a sudden, sharp pain that sent a wave of dizziness crashing over her, her vision blurring, her world spinning as she collapsed, her body succumbing to the force of the drug.
In a deserted area a few minutes away from Area 51, an underground research facility was in the midst of setting up a large dormitory for the new subjects, Carter B. Driscoll, and Odette Robertson. the hum of activity filled the sterile corridors, a symphony of preparation and anticipation The administrator approached the head scientist, his brow furrowed with concern. "What do you think caused this…?" His voice was a mix of curiosity and unease, a question that hung heavy in the air.
The head scientist shook his head, his expression a mirror of the administrator's confusion. "I'm not sure, but we need to run a blood test." an assistant stepped forward, handing the administrator a stack of papers and a brown envelope. As the administrator opened the envelope, his eyebrow shot up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "So those aren't their real names…" His voice was a low murmur, a revelation that sent a ripple of intrigue through the room the head scientist looked at him, confusion etched on his features. "It says in these legal documents that their names are Carter Baudelaire and Odette Van Visser."
The administrator put down the papers, his expression thoughtful. "They changed their last names." The words hung in the air.
Soon, the dormitory was fully operational, a sterile place for the newly arrived subjects. Two men approached the large, sleeping form of Carter, their movements efficient and practiced. With a swift, precise motion, they injected a needle into his arm, drawing a blood sample, the liquid a deep, crimson red, a stark contrast to the pale skin of his arm, two hours later, the head scientist rushed to the administrator, his face a mask of urgency and concern. He held out a series of photographs, as the administrator scanned the photos, her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. There, visible in the photographs, was a hot pink virion, a foreign invader, a puzzle piece that fit into a larger picture.
"Oh god…"