From the laboratory of Dr. Jezebel Jennings:
Dr. Jezebel Jennings glanced up as Skylar entered the room.
“Thank you for picking up the supplies,” said Dr. Jennings, her Irish accent crisp and precise. “Particularly this early in the morning. I’m at a critical stage of an experiment and I can’t leave the lab at the moment.”
Skylar shrugged. “No problem,” she said, her vocalizations equally Irish. “I still think it’s a bad idea to experiment on Alphas, though. Even Alphas as inexperienced as Rowan. Does he even know he’s an Alpha?”
Dr. Jennings studied the grid of monitors over her desk. “Difficult to say,” she said. “He’s only 19, and a very immature 19 at that. However, he’s responded extremely well to my…ministrations thus far.”
“Your dangerous and probably illegal ministrations, you mean.”
Dr. Jennings brushed off the negative implications. “Too-may-toe, too-mah-toe. Nobody has the right to restrict scientific pursuit. And all things considered, you should be the last one to complain about my studies of Alphas. With a bit more knowledge, perhaps you can avoid carrying yet another Alpha baby, yes? Besides, super science in Chrystal Heights is a grand tradition.”
Skylar rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Jezebel.”
“Of course I say,” said Dr. Jennings. “Now be so kind as to watch the monitors while I give Rowan his morning juice.”
*****
Dr. Jennings made her way toward Rowan’s room carrying a tray with a glass of juice on it. She was quite proud of her work with the young Alpha so far. Splicing plant genes directly into his DNA matrix was genius, whether her contemporaries wished to acknowledge it or not. Ethically questionable? Dr. Jennings waved off those objections. She didn’t even know what that meant.
Jezebel paused in front of Rowan’s door and arranged her lab coat in such a way that it enhanced her impressive cleavage. Young male subjects were so much easier to manipulate when in the presence of breasts. Particularly breasts as lush as those of Dr. Jennings.
Dr. Jennings knocked on the door twice, then punched in the code on the number pad. The door opened with a pneumatic hiss and she walked through the doorway into Rowan’s quarters.
The young Alpha was stretched out on his bed, bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only jeans, hands behind his head. Although he was 19 years old, a genetic disorder had delayed the onset of puberty until just recently. It was through his genetical condition that Dr. Jennings had learned of him and, realizing Rowan had the biological potential to develop into an Alpha, had lured him to her lab via promises that she had the ability to fix his condition and perhaps even accelerate his physical development. Desperate to become a physical adult and to catch up to his peers maturity-wise, Rowan accepted Dr. Jennings’ offer.
Although she likely did have the knowledge and ability to help young Rowan, Dr. Jennings’ motives were less than altruistic. What she saw was the chance to manipulate the genes of an Alpha right from the onset of puberty. And she did so at great length.
This wasn’t to say that Rowan didn’t benefit. To the contrary, Rowan had responded extremely well to Jezebel’s various medical ministrations. In less than a year, Rowan had gained over a foot in height and added 80 pounds of muscle to his frame. Whether that was due to Dr. Jennings’ experimental procedures or to Rowan’s Alpha DNA finally kicking in with the onset of puberty was debatable, but the results certainly weren’t. Rowan had arrived as barely more than a boy, but his accelerated growth had turned him into an Alpha man-child.
With one exception. Rowan did not get erections.
Dr. Jennings had explained to him that this was due to his genetic condition, but that she was sure that she would be able to cure it with just a little more research. He just needed to be patient a little while longer.
In truth, however, his lack of erections had nothing to do with his genetic condition. Dr. Jennings had been dosing the young man with a chemical that prevented him from achieving any form of erection. She had done this for three reasons. Reason number one was that it provided a reason for him to continue letting Dr. Jennings perform research upon him. Reason two was that Jezebel was sure that once she ‘enabled’ him to achieve erections, he would be so grateful that she would be able to get at least another year or two of research out of him. And reason number three was simply pre-cautionary. Allowing a young Alpha with a horny adolescent’s sex drive to achieve erections was simply a bad idea. Her heightened resistance to Alpha pheromones would protect her to a degree, but it was still a bad strategy to allow it in the first place.
“Good morning, Rowan,” said Dr. Jennings. “Time for your morning juice and vitamins.”
Rowan swung his legs off the bed and moved to his feet smoothly. Walking with the smooth, easy stride of an athlete, he stepped up to the scientist. “Good morning, Dr. Jennings.”
Jezebel handed Rowan the vegetable juice and vitamins. “The juice may taste a bit strange to you, Rowan,” she said. “I added some hormones that I think will help accelerate your growth even more.”
Rowan paused for a moment. “Hormones?”
“Yes,” she said. “A booster supplement. It can’t hurt you. Don’t worry.”
Rowan eyed the glass, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
Jezebel smiled as Rowan swallowed his pills and washed them down with the spiked vegetable juice.
“There’s a good boy,” she said. “Now let’s take your vitals, shall we?”
But Rowan didn’t answer. His breathing became deeper, more concentrated. His eyes glazed over.
“Rowan?”
Rowan still didn’t answer. Then suddenly his eyes cleared and he appeared to once again be aware of his surroundings.
Jezebel narrowed her eyes. “Rowan? Are you all right? Answer me, please.”
Rowan still didn’t answer. His eyes appeared to be locked on Jezebel’s cleavage.
And then Rowan’s shorts began filling as he achieved his first erection.
“Yesssssssss…!” said Rowan, his eyes clear, his gaze cutting. “There it is. You finally made a mistake, doctor. Your hormones…are a derivative of a botanical stimulant. The chemicals…you have been giving me to stop my hard-ons…have been burned out of my system…”
Rowan stood awkwardly, his growing erection threatening to burst from his shorts. He shifted his stance, parting his thighs, allowing more room for what appeared to be heavily swelling testicles.
Dr. Jennings stared at Rowan uncertainly. “I…I don’t understand. Your genitalia appear to be visibly growing…”
Then she paused. “Wait…you said…”
Rowan suddenly stood straight, with no evidence of the awkwardness he had been displaying moments earlier.
“Oh, well,” he said. “Cat’s out the bag, I suppose. Yes, I was aware you were drugging me to keep me from getting hard. Thanks to your ministrations, doctor, I’m part plant and instinctually aware of everything going on in my body.”
Jezebel lifted her chin. “It was for your own good, Rowan. Boys are unable to think straight when their cocks are busy utilizing all available blood.”
Rowan laughed. “I think I’m thinking just fine, Dr. Jennings. Now let’s see if you can do the same.”
Jezebel sniffed the air. Something was different.
And then she knew what it was.
Rowan was trying to overwhelm her with a wave of his Alpha pheromones.
Jezebel smiled. “I’m sorry, Rowan, but that doesn’t work on me. I have heightened resistance to Alpha pheromones and just about any form of chemical aphrodisiac, for that matter. I do admire the effort, however.”
Rowan didn’t reply, however. He simply smiled. And then Jezebel realized something was wrong.
Her nipples were hardening. Her hips were twitching, responding to Rowan’s proximity. Her belly muscles fluttered. And somehow, impossibly, she was getting wet. Lubricating.
Jezebel licked her lips nervously. This shouldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be happening. But her body was responding to the young Alpha’s proximity. She found her eyes dropping to the thick bulge in Rowan’s jeans.
Jezebel heartbeat accelerated. She tried to keep her breathing even. She wasn’t losing control, wasn’t helplessly dropping to her knees…but she wasn’t able to bring herself to walk away.
“In case you’re wondering why you’re getting hot and squishy like a school girl, doc,” said Rowan, taking a step closer, “it’s because your little experiments gave my pheromones the capability to adjust to whoever’s breathing them in. Meaning the moment you breathed in my pheromones, they adapted to your biological nervous system, became able to work around your resistance…making you just as vulnerable to becoming a wet mess around me as any other girl. Perhaps even more so.”
Jezebel’s heart was pounding in her chest. She was losing control of the situation. Losing control of herself. Her nipples were achingly rigid, her hips were twitching. She had never been so wet, so aroused in her life.
“Look, Rowan,” she said, trying to pull her eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. “Perhaps…perhaps I should have done things a little different. But-“
She inadvertently gasped as he reached out and grasped the bottom hem of her blouse. He pulled her blouse up to her shoulders, exposing her hue, lush breasts.
“Relax,” said Rowan. Then he pulled Jezebel against him.
Jezebel gasped again, her bare belly against his, her breasts against his chest. Then she squealed as she felt something foreign working themselves into her nipples. She tried to pull away, but only managed a short distance before she realized that her nipples were somehow attached to Rowan’s.
A moment later, she realized that their nipples weren’t physically attached together, but rather linked by what appeared to be a vine or a tendril of some sort.
“I’m a bio-Alpha, doctor,” said Rowan. “I’m part plant. I now produce a sticky, milk-like sap. And I can inject that sap into the breasts of any woman- or man- and that will cause that person to produce the same substance for months afterward.”
The substance filling Jezebel’s breasts was causing heightened sensations to course through the scientist’s belly, causing her already-hard nipples to become even more rigid. “You mean…”
“Yes, Dr. Jennings,” said Rowan. “You will be lactating for the next several months whether you like it or not.”
Jezebel moaned, her eyes closed. She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t think. She had never wanted to orgasm so badly in her life.
At last the tendrils retracted from Jezebel’s overly-sensitized nipples. The scientist’s newly swelled breasts jiggled momentarily before settling heavily, a slight inner-sloshing accentuating their embarrassingly erotic weight.
Jezebel’s eyelids fluttered. She was a scientific specialist in arousal limitations and she knew the erotic heat coursing though her body was seconds away from removing her ability to think or plan. She was seconds away from becoming a simple creature of heat and need. And she was also aware of an Alpha’s prime drive. She had little chance of getting her dignity back and she was likely stuck with lactating breasts for the next several months, but she still had a chance to get out of this situation with no further souvenirs. But she had to act now.
Dr. Jennings dropped to her knees and, with nervous, fumbling fingers, unzipped Rowan’s jeans and pulled out his thick cock.
Then she gave in to the man-child’s dominant Alpha pheromones and began licking and sucking his cock to the best of her ability.
Her head bobbed over Rowan’s dick as her warm, wet mouth slid over his shaft. But even as she worked his cock, as she serviced him on her knees, the tiny part of her brain that was still able to think rationally congratulated her on managing a plan.
A plan that would short-circuit Rowan’s attempt to breed her.
Dr. Jennings knew Alphas and she knew that, left to his own devices, Rowan would try to impregnate her. But if she got him to ejaculate, she could effectively put him out of commission long enough for her to slip away and get him secured. It was a solid plan, a clever idea.
And Rowan, being a teenager and suddenly getting his first blowjob ever, was already moaning, his cock rigid. He was moments from coming.
And then he came.
Jezebel’s eyes widened as a thick river of hot Alpha semen began streaming into her mouth, down her throat. Jezebel swallowed the sticky load desperately, feeling her belly fill with the man-child’s hot seed. It was a powerful blast, but at last it slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. He was still hard, of course- he was a teenager, after all- but she was temporarily safe from an embarrassing insemination.
Jezebel struggled off her knees, got to her feet. Prepared to make a dash for the door. “There you go, Rowan. Do you feel better now? Perhaps you could thit down for a few..thit down…maybe…maybe wie down…”
Jezebel blinked. What the hell? She was slurring her words. Having trouble standing. Having trouble focusing. She tried to move and found herself stumbling against Rowan. Her cheek against his chest. She closed her eyes and breathed in his masculine scent.
Rowan chuckled. “Part plant, remember? That’s a built-in defense measure. Instead of ejaculating sperm, I ejaculated a semen-like substance that looks and tastes like sperm, but it’s actually a fast-acting sedative.”
Jezebel face was still pressed against Rowan’s broad chest. She was drooling. She had almost no ability to move her arms and legs.
Rowan shifted slightly and pushed Dr. Jennings onto his bed. Then he stood before her.
“And now, doctor,” he said, “you get to experience another aspect of a Bio-Alpha.”
Unable to move, Jezebel could only stare at Rowan as the young Alpha stood, eyes closed in concentration.
And then, impossibly, a tentacle extended from a few inches beneath Rowan’s right armpit. Then a second tentacle extended from a few inches beneath that one. Moments later, two tentacles extended from beneath Rowan’s left arm as well.
Jezebel’s eyes widened at the impossible sight of the young Alpha standing before her, with a pair of tentacles beneath each arm.
A sudden burst of adrenaline and erotic heat burned some of the sedative from Jezebel’s blood and she tried to roll from the bed, but two of Rowan’s tentacles held her in place while the other two tentacles shredded her clothing from her body.
Jezebel tried to protest, to berate him, anything, but her lips were far too numb from the sedative and the blowjob for her to form adult words. All she accomplished was making Rowan chuckle at her lisping attempt to speak.
Then Jezebel gasped as, still in the grip of Rowan’s tentacles, she was spun around until she was face-down on the mattress. Two tentacles held Jezebel’s thighs apart, two tentacles held her ankles motionless, and the weight of Rowan’s hands were on Jezebel’s shoulders.
The young Alpha bathed the struggling scientist in pheromones. Overheated, crazy aroused beyond even her body’s ability to resist, Jezebel’s hips wriggled and writhed in helpless need.
She shuddered as she felt the thick mushroom head of Rowan’s cock press against her wet slit. She moaned as she felt his thick shaft slowly sliding inch-by-inch into her impossibly wet pussy. He slid his cock all the way inside her, all the way until his shaft was pressing against her cervix, his balls leaning heavy against her clit.
And then he stopped.
“I should be pounding you silly right now,” he said, “but I think you’ll find this part fascinating. I could get you pregnant right now by ejaculating inside you, right? Yes, I could do that. But as a Bio-Alpha, I have another option.”
Rowan remained pressed deep inside Jezebel, not moving. Then Dr. Jennings gasped. Even though he wasn’t moving his cock at all, she could feel movement down there. Intense movement. Jezebel shuddered, moaned as the impossible sensations continued in a rhythmic sequence.
“What you feel,” said Rowan, “are the eggs traveling through my cock as I implant them inside your belly.”
Jezebel’s eyes widened again and she tried to wriggle away, but the tentacles held her in place impaled on his cock effortlessly. Helpless, she could only wriggle in embarrassment as she felt her belly fill with the small eggs.
After a few minutes, Rowan finally pulled his cock from Dr. Jennings’ pussy with an embarrassingly wet slurp.
“There you go,” said Rowan. “I just implanted you with a number of eggs. You can feel the weight of them inside you, no doubt, but your belly is just as flat as ever. The eggs are quite dormant, you see. Unfertilized.”
Dr. Jennings was panting. Her need to orgasm was nearly overwhelming. If she could have reached her clit, she would have done so.
“Of course, the thing about those eggs filling your womb is this,” continued Rowan. “They’re only dormant as long as they don’t come into contact with sperm. Should any little swimmers get inside you…even a few…”
And then Jezebel’s eyes widened as she felt Rowan’s cock pushing back into her sopping pussy. And then, a moment later, he began pounding the scientist silly.
Jezebel wanted to resist. She wanted to protest, to wriggle free, to escape the coming insemination. But as his thick cock pounded her hot channel again and again, as his heavy Alpha balls slapped her clit over and over, she could only shudder and moan, wriggling in heat as his dick hit every erogenous zone inside her overheated pussy.
“And now,” said Rowan, breathing heavy, “I get my first trophy. The belly of Dr. Jezebel Jennings.”
He roared then and slammed his cock home one last time. As he did so, Jezebel felt a heated surge in her belly as the Alpha inseminated her, his hot seed drowning the waiting eggs inside the scientist’s belly.
And then his hot release triggered hers, and Jezebel felt herself helplessly bucking against him as she came on his rigid cock, heat and intensity coursing through her, unable to control her wriggling, writhing explosion.
Rowan held her place as his endless ejaculation continued, oblivious to her helplessly heated wriggling. When his heated seeding finally lessened, then stopped altogether, he waited a few moments to make sure his heavy balls were fully drained before pulling his cock from the scientist with a wet slurp.
Rowan’s tentacles released the scientist. Jezebel’s midsection and legs dropped to the bed. She lay there motionless, unable to move, waiting to catch her breath.
Rowan put on his shoes and then a tee-shirt. He started for the door, then stopped and turned.
“Oh, one last thing, Dr. Jennings,” he said. “I wouldn’t remain laying on your stomach for too long. I just inseminated the eggs in your belly, so they’re no longer dormant. But here’s the thing. Inseminating those eggs doesn’t just make you pregnant, doctor. They make you hyper-pregnant.”
Jezebel’s eyes widened and she rolled onto her back, her hand on her belly. She looked toward the door, but Rowan was already gone.
And then she felt it. Her bare belly was already beginning to swell. She had just been impregnated by a 19 year old Alpha and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
*****
Jezebel glared at Skylar. “Stop laughing, you manky melter.”
Skylar continued to laugh. “I can’t help it,” she gasped. “You were a right sight, waddling into the lab in the nip, full on up the pole. And your bosoms…”
Dr. Jennings flushed, a hand on her round, already-gravid belly. “That’s quite enough, thank you.”
Skylar grinned. “You’d better buy some toys and a truckload of batteries. The incubation heat from an Alpha hyper-pregnancy is intense.”
Dr. Jennings blushed. “I’m aware.”
“And not just any Alpha,” continued Skylar. “This was a Bio-Alpha. A whole new breed of Alpha.”
“I’m aware,” repeated Dr. Jennings, through gritted teeth. “And if you don’t resist your urge to make these observations, I’m sure my next experiment will involve you and a roomful of Queen enslavers.”
Skylar grinned. “Relax, Jezebel. You look adorable. Although it’s hysterical that a brilliant scientist managed to get outsmarted and knocked up by a horny 19 year old.”
Jezebel glared, then said, “You were watching the whole thing on the monitors. You could have at least come down to help.”
Skylar blushed. “Nope,” she said. “I know better than to walk into a room with a horny Alpha. Particularly a horny teenage Alpha. That’s why you have an embarrassing belly and I don’t.”
Dr. Jennings narrowed her eyes. “Don’t count on that belly remaining flat.”
Skylar bit her lower lip and controlled herself for a moment. Then she looked at the waddling hyper-pregnant Dr. Jennings and laughed again.
January 2020
Dr. Jezebel Jennings glanced up as Skylar entered the room.
“Thank you for picking up the supplies,” said Dr. Jennings, her Irish accent crisp and precise. “Particularly this early in the morning. I’m at a critical stage of an experiment and I can’t leave the lab at the moment.”
Skylar shrugged. “No problem,” she said, her vocalizations equally Irish. “I still think it’s a bad idea to experiment on Alphas, though. Even Alphas as inexperienced as Rowan. Does he even know he’s an Alpha?”
Dr. Jennings studied the grid of monitors over her desk. “Difficult to say,” she said. “He’s only 19, and a very immature 19 at that. However, he’s responded extremely well to my…ministrations thus far.”
“Your dangerous and probably illegal ministrations, you mean.”
Dr. Jennings brushed off the negative implications. “Too-may-toe, too-mah-toe. Nobody has the right to restrict scientific pursuit. And all things considered, you should be the last one to complain about my studies of Alphas. With a bit more knowledge, perhaps you can avoid carrying yet another Alpha baby, yes? Besides, super science in Chrystal Heights is a grand tradition.”
Skylar rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Jezebel.”
“Of course I say,” said Dr. Jennings. “Now be so kind as to watch the monitors while I give Rowan his morning juice.”
*****
Dr. Jennings made her way toward Rowan’s room carrying a tray with a glass of juice on it. She was quite proud of her work with the young Alpha so far. Splicing plant genes directly into his DNA matrix was genius, whether her contemporaries wished to acknowledge it or not. Ethically questionable? Dr. Jennings waved off those objections. She didn’t even know what that meant.
Jezebel paused in front of Rowan’s door and arranged her lab coat in such a way that it enhanced her impressive cleavage. Young male subjects were so much easier to manipulate when in the presence of breasts. Particularly breasts as lush as those of Dr. Jennings.
Dr. Jennings knocked on the door twice, then punched in the code on the number pad. The door opened with a pneumatic hiss and she walked through the doorway into Rowan’s quarters.
The young Alpha was stretched out on his bed, bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only jeans, hands behind his head. Although he was 19 years old, a genetic disorder had delayed the onset of puberty until just recently. It was through his genetical condition that Dr. Jennings had learned of him and, realizing Rowan had the biological potential to develop into an Alpha, had lured him to her lab via promises that she had the ability to fix his condition and perhaps even accelerate his physical development. Desperate to become a physical adult and to catch up to his peers maturity-wise, Rowan accepted Dr. Jennings’ offer.
Although she likely did have the knowledge and ability to help young Rowan, Dr. Jennings’ motives were less than altruistic. What she saw was the chance to manipulate the genes of an Alpha right from the onset of puberty. And she did so at great length.
This wasn’t to say that Rowan didn’t benefit. To the contrary, Rowan had responded extremely well to Jezebel’s various medical ministrations. In less than a year, Rowan had gained over a foot in height and added 80 pounds of muscle to his frame. Whether that was due to Dr. Jennings’ experimental procedures or to Rowan’s Alpha DNA finally kicking in with the onset of puberty was debatable, but the results certainly weren’t. Rowan had arrived as barely more than a boy, but his accelerated growth had turned him into an Alpha man-child.
With one exception. Rowan did not get erections.
Dr. Jennings had explained to him that this was due to his genetic condition, but that she was sure that she would be able to cure it with just a little more research. He just needed to be patient a little while longer.
In truth, however, his lack of erections had nothing to do with his genetic condition. Dr. Jennings had been dosing the young man with a chemical that prevented him from achieving any form of erection. She had done this for three reasons. Reason number one was that it provided a reason for him to continue letting Dr. Jennings perform research upon him. Reason two was that Jezebel was sure that once she ‘enabled’ him to achieve erections, he would be so grateful that she would be able to get at least another year or two of research out of him. And reason number three was simply pre-cautionary. Allowing a young Alpha with a horny adolescent’s sex drive to achieve erections was simply a bad idea. Her heightened resistance to Alpha pheromones would protect her to a degree, but it was still a bad strategy to allow it in the first place.
“Good morning, Rowan,” said Dr. Jennings. “Time for your morning juice and vitamins.”
Rowan swung his legs off the bed and moved to his feet smoothly. Walking with the smooth, easy stride of an athlete, he stepped up to the scientist. “Good morning, Dr. Jennings.”
Jezebel handed Rowan the vegetable juice and vitamins. “The juice may taste a bit strange to you, Rowan,” she said. “I added some hormones that I think will help accelerate your growth even more.”
Rowan paused for a moment. “Hormones?”
“Yes,” she said. “A booster supplement. It can’t hurt you. Don’t worry.”
Rowan eyed the glass, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”
Jezebel smiled as Rowan swallowed his pills and washed them down with the spiked vegetable juice.
“There’s a good boy,” she said. “Now let’s take your vitals, shall we?”
But Rowan didn’t answer. His breathing became deeper, more concentrated. His eyes glazed over.
“Rowan?”
Rowan still didn’t answer. Then suddenly his eyes cleared and he appeared to once again be aware of his surroundings.
Jezebel narrowed her eyes. “Rowan? Are you all right? Answer me, please.”
Rowan still didn’t answer. His eyes appeared to be locked on Jezebel’s cleavage.
And then Rowan’s shorts began filling as he achieved his first erection.
“Yesssssssss…!” said Rowan, his eyes clear, his gaze cutting. “There it is. You finally made a mistake, doctor. Your hormones…are a derivative of a botanical stimulant. The chemicals…you have been giving me to stop my hard-ons…have been burned out of my system…”
Rowan stood awkwardly, his growing erection threatening to burst from his shorts. He shifted his stance, parting his thighs, allowing more room for what appeared to be heavily swelling testicles.
Dr. Jennings stared at Rowan uncertainly. “I…I don’t understand. Your genitalia appear to be visibly growing…”
Then she paused. “Wait…you said…”
Rowan suddenly stood straight, with no evidence of the awkwardness he had been displaying moments earlier.
“Oh, well,” he said. “Cat’s out the bag, I suppose. Yes, I was aware you were drugging me to keep me from getting hard. Thanks to your ministrations, doctor, I’m part plant and instinctually aware of everything going on in my body.”
Jezebel lifted her chin. “It was for your own good, Rowan. Boys are unable to think straight when their cocks are busy utilizing all available blood.”
Rowan laughed. “I think I’m thinking just fine, Dr. Jennings. Now let’s see if you can do the same.”
Jezebel sniffed the air. Something was different.
And then she knew what it was.
Rowan was trying to overwhelm her with a wave of his Alpha pheromones.
Jezebel smiled. “I’m sorry, Rowan, but that doesn’t work on me. I have heightened resistance to Alpha pheromones and just about any form of chemical aphrodisiac, for that matter. I do admire the effort, however.”
Rowan didn’t reply, however. He simply smiled. And then Jezebel realized something was wrong.
Her nipples were hardening. Her hips were twitching, responding to Rowan’s proximity. Her belly muscles fluttered. And somehow, impossibly, she was getting wet. Lubricating.
Jezebel licked her lips nervously. This shouldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be happening. But her body was responding to the young Alpha’s proximity. She found her eyes dropping to the thick bulge in Rowan’s jeans.
Jezebel heartbeat accelerated. She tried to keep her breathing even. She wasn’t losing control, wasn’t helplessly dropping to her knees…but she wasn’t able to bring herself to walk away.
“In case you’re wondering why you’re getting hot and squishy like a school girl, doc,” said Rowan, taking a step closer, “it’s because your little experiments gave my pheromones the capability to adjust to whoever’s breathing them in. Meaning the moment you breathed in my pheromones, they adapted to your biological nervous system, became able to work around your resistance…making you just as vulnerable to becoming a wet mess around me as any other girl. Perhaps even more so.”
Jezebel’s heart was pounding in her chest. She was losing control of the situation. Losing control of herself. Her nipples were achingly rigid, her hips were twitching. She had never been so wet, so aroused in her life.
“Look, Rowan,” she said, trying to pull her eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. “Perhaps…perhaps I should have done things a little different. But-“
She inadvertently gasped as he reached out and grasped the bottom hem of her blouse. He pulled her blouse up to her shoulders, exposing her hue, lush breasts.
“Relax,” said Rowan. Then he pulled Jezebel against him.
Jezebel gasped again, her bare belly against his, her breasts against his chest. Then she squealed as she felt something foreign working themselves into her nipples. She tried to pull away, but only managed a short distance before she realized that her nipples were somehow attached to Rowan’s.
A moment later, she realized that their nipples weren’t physically attached together, but rather linked by what appeared to be a vine or a tendril of some sort.
“I’m a bio-Alpha, doctor,” said Rowan. “I’m part plant. I now produce a sticky, milk-like sap. And I can inject that sap into the breasts of any woman- or man- and that will cause that person to produce the same substance for months afterward.”
The substance filling Jezebel’s breasts was causing heightened sensations to course through the scientist’s belly, causing her already-hard nipples to become even more rigid. “You mean…”
“Yes, Dr. Jennings,” said Rowan. “You will be lactating for the next several months whether you like it or not.”
Jezebel moaned, her eyes closed. She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t think. She had never wanted to orgasm so badly in her life.
At last the tendrils retracted from Jezebel’s overly-sensitized nipples. The scientist’s newly swelled breasts jiggled momentarily before settling heavily, a slight inner-sloshing accentuating their embarrassingly erotic weight.
Jezebel’s eyelids fluttered. She was a scientific specialist in arousal limitations and she knew the erotic heat coursing though her body was seconds away from removing her ability to think or plan. She was seconds away from becoming a simple creature of heat and need. And she was also aware of an Alpha’s prime drive. She had little chance of getting her dignity back and she was likely stuck with lactating breasts for the next several months, but she still had a chance to get out of this situation with no further souvenirs. But she had to act now.
Dr. Jennings dropped to her knees and, with nervous, fumbling fingers, unzipped Rowan’s jeans and pulled out his thick cock.
Then she gave in to the man-child’s dominant Alpha pheromones and began licking and sucking his cock to the best of her ability.
Her head bobbed over Rowan’s dick as her warm, wet mouth slid over his shaft. But even as she worked his cock, as she serviced him on her knees, the tiny part of her brain that was still able to think rationally congratulated her on managing a plan.
A plan that would short-circuit Rowan’s attempt to breed her.
Dr. Jennings knew Alphas and she knew that, left to his own devices, Rowan would try to impregnate her. But if she got him to ejaculate, she could effectively put him out of commission long enough for her to slip away and get him secured. It was a solid plan, a clever idea.
And Rowan, being a teenager and suddenly getting his first blowjob ever, was already moaning, his cock rigid. He was moments from coming.
And then he came.
Jezebel’s eyes widened as a thick river of hot Alpha semen began streaming into her mouth, down her throat. Jezebel swallowed the sticky load desperately, feeling her belly fill with the man-child’s hot seed. It was a powerful blast, but at last it slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. He was still hard, of course- he was a teenager, after all- but she was temporarily safe from an embarrassing insemination.
Jezebel struggled off her knees, got to her feet. Prepared to make a dash for the door. “There you go, Rowan. Do you feel better now? Perhaps you could thit down for a few..thit down…maybe…maybe wie down…”
Jezebel blinked. What the hell? She was slurring her words. Having trouble standing. Having trouble focusing. She tried to move and found herself stumbling against Rowan. Her cheek against his chest. She closed her eyes and breathed in his masculine scent.
Rowan chuckled. “Part plant, remember? That’s a built-in defense measure. Instead of ejaculating sperm, I ejaculated a semen-like substance that looks and tastes like sperm, but it’s actually a fast-acting sedative.”
Jezebel face was still pressed against Rowan’s broad chest. She was drooling. She had almost no ability to move her arms and legs.
Rowan shifted slightly and pushed Dr. Jennings onto his bed. Then he stood before her.
“And now, doctor,” he said, “you get to experience another aspect of a Bio-Alpha.”
Unable to move, Jezebel could only stare at Rowan as the young Alpha stood, eyes closed in concentration.
And then, impossibly, a tentacle extended from a few inches beneath Rowan’s right armpit. Then a second tentacle extended from a few inches beneath that one. Moments later, two tentacles extended from beneath Rowan’s left arm as well.
Jezebel’s eyes widened at the impossible sight of the young Alpha standing before her, with a pair of tentacles beneath each arm.
A sudden burst of adrenaline and erotic heat burned some of the sedative from Jezebel’s blood and she tried to roll from the bed, but two of Rowan’s tentacles held her in place while the other two tentacles shredded her clothing from her body.
Jezebel tried to protest, to berate him, anything, but her lips were far too numb from the sedative and the blowjob for her to form adult words. All she accomplished was making Rowan chuckle at her lisping attempt to speak.
Then Jezebel gasped as, still in the grip of Rowan’s tentacles, she was spun around until she was face-down on the mattress. Two tentacles held Jezebel’s thighs apart, two tentacles held her ankles motionless, and the weight of Rowan’s hands were on Jezebel’s shoulders.
The young Alpha bathed the struggling scientist in pheromones. Overheated, crazy aroused beyond even her body’s ability to resist, Jezebel’s hips wriggled and writhed in helpless need.
She shuddered as she felt the thick mushroom head of Rowan’s cock press against her wet slit. She moaned as she felt his thick shaft slowly sliding inch-by-inch into her impossibly wet pussy. He slid his cock all the way inside her, all the way until his shaft was pressing against her cervix, his balls leaning heavy against her clit.
And then he stopped.
“I should be pounding you silly right now,” he said, “but I think you’ll find this part fascinating. I could get you pregnant right now by ejaculating inside you, right? Yes, I could do that. But as a Bio-Alpha, I have another option.”
Rowan remained pressed deep inside Jezebel, not moving. Then Dr. Jennings gasped. Even though he wasn’t moving his cock at all, she could feel movement down there. Intense movement. Jezebel shuddered, moaned as the impossible sensations continued in a rhythmic sequence.
“What you feel,” said Rowan, “are the eggs traveling through my cock as I implant them inside your belly.”
Jezebel’s eyes widened again and she tried to wriggle away, but the tentacles held her in place impaled on his cock effortlessly. Helpless, she could only wriggle in embarrassment as she felt her belly fill with the small eggs.
After a few minutes, Rowan finally pulled his cock from Dr. Jennings’ pussy with an embarrassingly wet slurp.
“There you go,” said Rowan. “I just implanted you with a number of eggs. You can feel the weight of them inside you, no doubt, but your belly is just as flat as ever. The eggs are quite dormant, you see. Unfertilized.”
Dr. Jennings was panting. Her need to orgasm was nearly overwhelming. If she could have reached her clit, she would have done so.
“Of course, the thing about those eggs filling your womb is this,” continued Rowan. “They’re only dormant as long as they don’t come into contact with sperm. Should any little swimmers get inside you…even a few…”
And then Jezebel’s eyes widened as she felt Rowan’s cock pushing back into her sopping pussy. And then, a moment later, he began pounding the scientist silly.
Jezebel wanted to resist. She wanted to protest, to wriggle free, to escape the coming insemination. But as his thick cock pounded her hot channel again and again, as his heavy Alpha balls slapped her clit over and over, she could only shudder and moan, wriggling in heat as his dick hit every erogenous zone inside her overheated pussy.
“And now,” said Rowan, breathing heavy, “I get my first trophy. The belly of Dr. Jezebel Jennings.”
He roared then and slammed his cock home one last time. As he did so, Jezebel felt a heated surge in her belly as the Alpha inseminated her, his hot seed drowning the waiting eggs inside the scientist’s belly.
And then his hot release triggered hers, and Jezebel felt herself helplessly bucking against him as she came on his rigid cock, heat and intensity coursing through her, unable to control her wriggling, writhing explosion.
Rowan held her place as his endless ejaculation continued, oblivious to her helplessly heated wriggling. When his heated seeding finally lessened, then stopped altogether, he waited a few moments to make sure his heavy balls were fully drained before pulling his cock from the scientist with a wet slurp.
Rowan’s tentacles released the scientist. Jezebel’s midsection and legs dropped to the bed. She lay there motionless, unable to move, waiting to catch her breath.
Rowan put on his shoes and then a tee-shirt. He started for the door, then stopped and turned.
“Oh, one last thing, Dr. Jennings,” he said. “I wouldn’t remain laying on your stomach for too long. I just inseminated the eggs in your belly, so they’re no longer dormant. But here’s the thing. Inseminating those eggs doesn’t just make you pregnant, doctor. They make you hyper-pregnant.”
Jezebel’s eyes widened and she rolled onto her back, her hand on her belly. She looked toward the door, but Rowan was already gone.
And then she felt it. Her bare belly was already beginning to swell. She had just been impregnated by a 19 year old Alpha and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
*****
Jezebel glared at Skylar. “Stop laughing, you manky melter.”
Skylar continued to laugh. “I can’t help it,” she gasped. “You were a right sight, waddling into the lab in the nip, full on up the pole. And your bosoms…”
Dr. Jennings flushed, a hand on her round, already-gravid belly. “That’s quite enough, thank you.”
Skylar grinned. “You’d better buy some toys and a truckload of batteries. The incubation heat from an Alpha hyper-pregnancy is intense.”
Dr. Jennings blushed. “I’m aware.”
“And not just any Alpha,” continued Skylar. “This was a Bio-Alpha. A whole new breed of Alpha.”
“I’m aware,” repeated Dr. Jennings, through gritted teeth. “And if you don’t resist your urge to make these observations, I’m sure my next experiment will involve you and a roomful of Queen enslavers.”
Skylar grinned. “Relax, Jezebel. You look adorable. Although it’s hysterical that a brilliant scientist managed to get outsmarted and knocked up by a horny 19 year old.”
Jezebel glared, then said, “You were watching the whole thing on the monitors. You could have at least come down to help.”
Skylar blushed. “Nope,” she said. “I know better than to walk into a room with a horny Alpha. Particularly a horny teenage Alpha. That’s why you have an embarrassing belly and I don’t.”
Dr. Jennings narrowed her eyes. “Don’t count on that belly remaining flat.”
Skylar bit her lower lip and controlled herself for a moment. Then she looked at the waddling hyper-pregnant Dr. Jennings and laughed again.
January 2020