It's Alive! (and other scientific mishaps)

[Yenpointfive]

If pressed to actually explain his drop truthfully Alex would have tried to come up with some split ground between "pet" and "sex slave". Not like he wore a collar or anything and he spent less time on his knees than he kept his 'owner' on hers but really, what the hell else did you call a man who had been brought back from the dead to be a fuck toy of a mad scientist? He certainly didn't resent the job. Hell, he loved what he did and the body that came with it was perfect. He'd been good looking before but she'd made him taller, stronger, and even a bit more handsome. Admittedly, you had to be the sort of person who didn't mind a playmate stitched together from other people but he still liked the way he looked. His eye was blue, the left one specifically, the right one was green and came from somebody else who needed it less than he did at that point. His hair was deep brown for the most part though there was a bit towards the right side of his head that was blond since the accident had given him a need for a bit more to fill in.

He dressed in a simple lab coat, kept unbuttoned over a t-shirt and a pair of baggy cargo pants. He pretty much exclusively wore baggy pants. There were just some guys who were hung like a horse. That, being a figure of expression, had nothing at all to do with Alex, who was hung like a bull in the sense that his creator had seen to it that he had a bull's cock hanging between his legs after he woke up. Honestly, nothing improved your mood after waking up from the dead quite like realizing that your cock was as thick as your creators arm at this point.

When the alert came he was laying back on his bed trying to find something to watch on television, albeit the very limited channels that this remote island got. He'd asked Victor to get them a satellite dish or something but apparently the doctor's assistant had better things to do with his time. Not that that mattered right now as the door to his quarters quickly locked shut, baring him inside. The same was true with Victor's quarters. Apparently the military had thought that in the event of an emergency containing the freaks might be a good idea.

That didn't extend to their own men, which was why Sergeant Winters, their military 'caretaker' wasn't restrained in anyway after the green gas came pouring into his room. Whatever effect it had in giving females regenerative powers it had quite a different effect on men. Several of the island's support staff would be affected but Winters was the closest to the labs so he was the first hit and the hardest. He doubled over in pain when the change first started. His body swelled up larger by the second as a thick fur covered him, his features became wolflike as he grew claws, already tearing at his uniform to be free of it. New instincts seized control of his mind and the aphrodisiac effects of the gas certainly didn't help. He howled as his cock started to change, swelling to a huge size as it shifted to grow a thick knot at the base. He knew exactly what the first order of business was and who was to blame for this whole thing. It was time to show that little slut of a scientist exactly what he thought about her little experiments. He hurried to the lab quickly, finding it easier to run on all fours at this point, sniffing her out quickly.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Scientist Jessika Harley was brilliant, no one can argue that. But her creations made people begin to question her sanity. To question her motives. Even the residential guards, and supposed helpers frowned upon her work. But the government, they turned their noses to the wind. Smelt opportunity, A chance to broaden their horizons. Literally. That was why the small petite women was hire, was why they paid her, and everything she needed to live upon the base in the most comfort. Even supplied her with corpses. One such corpse had been one of her all time favorite toys. Alex. victor to had come in close, but there was still work to be done on him. In her minds eye.

Jessika busied herself in her lab, her safe haven as she unpacked the most recent shipment of supplies. That followed with a few dead soldiers from the war in the middle east. It was her job though to ensure in shot amount of time to have them back on their feet and fully operation, and able to listen to basic commands. She grasped hold of the roll gurney, taking it firmly in her slender hands as her wild, yet brilliantly sexy green eyes took on in starting along the line of one of her patients. With the deviant smile she wheeled him into the freeze tank, along with another four finely attuned males. Oh how they spoiled her. Giving her something so fine to work with, and the bonus they were mainly intact. sure one of the boys were missing a right leg, but that was fine, she had spare parts that she was sure would suit him fine.

Her job? outside of experiments and creating, was to create elite soldiers for the army. And that's just what she intended to do. Minus additional try out bonuses. She brushed aside thick locks of chocolate brown hair, that framed her feminine face, and pulled back into a high pony. That one motion gave the gurney the time needed to swerve. Clipping a bookshelf. Correcting the error she turned the gurney into the freeze room. Little knowing that some vials that were on the shelves had fallen over. Combining into some green substance. The gas had already hit the air ducts by the time she closed the freeze room.

The alarm shrilled over head and it was clear to what she had done. With a quick spin on her heels she rushed to the main lab. finding that the room was filling with gases. Her eyes went to the shelves finding a few beakers fallen on their sides. There liquids pooling together on the hard ceramic titled floor. Her green eyes went wide turning to gaze up at the air ducts. She was going to be in severe trouble. She didn't know what this gas was capable. And now it was spreading rapidly through out the base. Her jaw tensed as she gathered a cloth and high end latex gloves. Righting the beakers she dropped to her knees and began to clean the mess as fast as possible.

She wavered, she couldn't afford to lose this job. It would mean the end of her career. Despite the many successes in creating the perfect war machines, to risk everyone on the island was a big NO. She'd lose the facility. lose the financial means, and all the delicious supplies. no she wouldn't allow it to happen. She would of been dead herself had it been deadly. Inhaling softly she swayed more. The green gasses licking along her pale skin. Standing she ran to the sink rinsing out the cloth thoroughly. No thinking clearly. But she was Mad to many standard. Was one reason she was on a remote island. That had the base and its residents on it. And the island inhabitants of course. Which were a lot of dangerous, creatures there alone.

Panting heavily, she felt the changes already setting in. Her body glistening in sweat as she leaned against the sink. things felt so warm, her body tingled in waves that were unnatural. Her loins began to ache and pulse in a heated warm tightness. Little had she known, that her body was able to restore itself. and with it, pushed her in a state of heat. Most commonly found only in animals. And little did she know that others had already began to be effected, both in base and surely outside of the base. And that Sergeant Winters was the first in line to test out his new found form. And she was his victim. Jessika shook her head as the fans kicked in. Her eyes closing. Surely everyone was fine. Even as the alarms died down, everyone would be locked within their quarters till the system deemed it safe to release them.

 

[Yenpointfive]

There were definitely a few practical reasons to locking up Alex and Victor. Victor would have won a fist fight with a forklift and so long as you didn't shoot him in the head Alex shrugged off damage like a walking tank (this was somewhat aided by the fact that he knew Jessika could just give him a new... whatever they broke really). But when you considered that the only two who were all that liable to keep this from getting out of hand were stuck trapped in their rooms, maybe this was a bit of an issue. Victor had filtration systems inside his cybernetic lungs and Alex occupied this weird semi-dead state of being that pretty much made him immune to any to toxin you could think of so neither of them had anything to fear when the gas started pumping into their rooms.

Sergeant Winters was currently wearing nothing but a tattered uniform jacket, which was somewhat nice in that it had his name on it for easy identification. He'd done away with his pants, what had been left of them after his size increase, mostly because walking around with his throbbing knotted cock confined like that wasn't all that comfortable. He definitely resembled a werewolf, tall, broad, and covered in fur. His eyes still had a glint of human intelligence to them but it was a logic he didn't have the slightest desire to use. There'd be time for rational thinking later, for the moment he smelled Jessika inside the lab and knew exactly what his next move was.

The door was locked. Forcing it wasn't very hard. Apparently the lab wasn't built to serve as a cage like the 'specimen's' rooms were. He plodded in like he owned the place, quickly searching out Jessika. There was zero chance he'd go unnoticed or that his intentions would be anyway unclear based on the fact that he was rock hard at that moment. He moved towards her quickly and she knew in an instant what he intended for her.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Jessika was on the floor, her eyes closed as she felt and observed the changes within her body. It were all minor compared to the transformation that Winters had gone through. She hadn't seen him, she could only hope that the people on the base were all safe, and that her two pets were still well, and kept out of harms way. The sound of the platinum alloy bound doors shuddered, followed of sounds of claws. It drew her eyes open, her gaze shifting towards the wall. What was it? Had the sergeant and his men come to see if things were alright? Would they be able to sense the difference within her body. Hell she didn't mind it at all. At least so far.

Her loins tightened with the intensity of the pulsing waves that flooded her senses. She was already a little sex fiend but this took the cake, as the saying went. Biting her lip she watched the door shudder. Her head rolled against the pristine cabinets , her eyes closing tightly. She gave a breathless moan, as her finger tips began to trail along the milky white of her thighs. She wore small pink panties, and from anyones view, if they looked could tell she was wet. the wet mark seemed only to get larger. She trailed her fingers down, her breathing coming in small shuddering takes as her fingers finally met the moisture between her thighs.

She couldn't contain the low groan as she rubbed her clad pussy. Finding the sweet, sensitive bud, her clit instantly react as she whimpered. It seemed to be more sensitive then it had been before. Even when the doors creaked, and screamed as they were forced open, by something that wasn't human. not any longer that was. She continued to play, to rub and trace along her covered lips. How she wished Alex or Victor were here, she'd demand that they take her.

She could hear the beast that was once the sergeant. but only one pair of feet, but a lot heavier then a normal humans. Or things that she had purposefully created. Licking her trembling lips she paused. her skirt rolled up around her waist. Her green eyes grew wide in surprise to what she had saw. A big wolf beast. And clearly the sergeant as she caught a glimpse of his tag on what remained of his jacket. Her lips round in an o fashion as she stared in awe and shock at the transformation. she was liking what she saw, if only a little bit concerned.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex and Victor weren't exactly surprised whenever she commanded them to fuck her. Victor had signed on to the job knowing that a pleasing horny boss was both one of the job perks and one of the usual tasks. Alex had basically woken up from being dead and gotten informed that he owed a debt to her he'd be repaying with a little bit of help around the lab and a whole lot of sex on call. Honestly, being a sex slave wasn't too different from being a pornstar, you just had a lot more fun with it and people were watching you get it on a little less often.

Sergeant Nathan Winters wasn't exactly pleased with the fact that you never knew when you were going to walk into the lab and find that Jessika had insisted on giving her pet's bull cock a thorough checkup or let her assistant plow her on a lab table and it was a good thing that he didn't run into anything like that right now. There would have been a fight, and he just might be able to take the other two creations she'd brought with her on this assignment.

His sense of smell was so much better than before. He didn't just need to look at those dripping wet panties to know how horny she was, he could smell the little slut of a mad scientist. He licked his lips and grinned, inadvertently showing off a lot of sharp pointy teeth as he plodded up to her, reaching down and hooking his claws over her panties. There wasn't a second thought given before he shredded them with his claws, leaving tattered bits of pink fabric scattered on the floor. He wasted no time in running his claw teasingly over her clit, grinning in his own canine sort of way before his attention returned to his own pleasure. He gripped her hair and pulled her closer, his hips shifting to the side as his cock slapped against her cheek with a meaty thwack. There was no doubt about what he wanted her to do next, just what he might do if she tried to refuse him.