chrystalwynd
*Note- Please be aware that the concept of a woman who’s been impregnated by an Alpha finding herself compulsively returning to The Zone came from an idea introduced by @nakedinasnowsuit. Don’t be surprised if you see this message again. Nakedinasnowsuit mentioned a number of good ideas, many of which I intend to steal…er, borrow.
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Skylar was back at The Zone.
She was finally rocking her skinny bod again after giving birth to the baby the sneaky Alpha had foisted on her. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly being sneaky when he doused her with all those fucking pheromones and made her crazy aroused, but close enough.
And Skylar was back at The Zone now. She was there to prove that just because some stupid Alpha got lucky and swelled her belly, she wasn’t going to be intimidated away from her favorite drinking spot.
Okay, so she couldn’t honestly say that was the only reason she was back. Coming back to The Zone practically felt like a compulsion. An obsession, even. Skylar had come back even while she was pregnant, waddling around with a Ginger Ale in her hand. Blushing every time that damn Alpha saw her, patting her belly and chuckling.
And twice that bastard had doused her with pheromones and got her to blow him in front of every patron at the bar. Twice she had gone home with a belly full of Alpha semen, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but unable to stop the series of orgasms that wracked her body as she swallowed every drop of the hot, heavy flood the Alpha sent down her throat. Unable to stop herself from orgasming later at home, her belly heavy with child and semen jiggling as over-sensitized body came again and again.
But Skylar was back in control of her body again. The roller coaster of her Alpha pregnancy was finally past. She was back at The Zone enjoying a proper vodka drink.
But despite her bravado, Skylar wasn’t stupid. She was drinking in an Edge club, yes, but not one where Alphas were prone to hang out. In fact, quite the opposite.
Skylar was drinking in a Zone club called ‘Atom and Eve’. It was a science-themed bar and unlikely to attract any arcane practitioners. It also attracted less of a ‘cool’ element and far more an intellectual element. Which was fine, since Skylar could geek with the best of them when she chose to.
A woman walked up next to Skylar and ordered a Pina Colada. She looked one step removed from a starched white lab coat. While waiting for the bartender to make her drink, she turned to Skylar.
“I know you,” said the woman. “Skylar, right? I saw you waddling around the Garage a couple months ago. You’re the Irish girl that Alpha turned into a Zone bunny, right?”
Skylar flushed. “Yeah. The berk got lucky.”
The woman laughed. “Of course he did. So why are you here instead of the Garage?”
Skylar looked at her drink, refusing to answer.
The woman laughed again. “Oh, I get it. Safer. Alphas don’t associate with us science-types, right?”
Skylar took a swallow of her drink and shrugged. “Yeah. So?”
The woman got her drink from the bartender, then turned back to Skylar. “Makes sense,” she said. “I don’t blame you. Much safer here at the Atom and Eve than the Garage. Sure, it’s an Edge bar, but you’ve got nothing to worry about here, right?”
Skylar shrugged.
The woman left with her drink. Skylar finished her vodka and set the empty glass on the bar.
The bartender said, “Another?”
“In a minute,” said Skylar, getting to her feet. “A trip to the jacks first.”
Skylar made her way to the bathroom. It was clean enough, with black star-covered walls, giving the bathroom a sort of infinite, lost-in-space feel. Bright light surrounded the sink and mirrors, but the black walls seemed to swallow the light a few steps away from the mirrors.
Skylar made her way into a stall and closed the door behind her. The stalls were also painted black inside and out, but surprisingly the inside of each stall was lit with soft blue and white glowing lights, giving one enough light to work with while maintaining the sci-fi ambiance.
Skylar finished and exited the stall. As soon as she did so, she realized she was no longer alone in the bathroom. Three women stood between her and the door. One of them was the woman who had spoken with Skylar a few minutes earlier at the bar.
“Hello again,” said the woman. “I just wanted to say that your idea of drinking here to avoid Alphas was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. But it was based on a faulty premise. That faulty premise being that Alphas are the only predators you have to worry about.”
One of the women standing next to her said, “You tell her, Theresa.”
Theresa reached into her purse and pulled out what appeared to be a test tube with a cork in the top. Meanwhile the other two women moved to either side of Skylar.
Skylar stared at the test tube. There appeared to be something moving inside.
Theresa pulled the cork from the top of the tube and tilted it. What appeared to be an elongated slug wriggled out of the tube onto the palm of Theresa’s hand. Theresa closed her fingers around the wriggling creature.
Skylar stared at Theresa. “What the fuck…?”
Theresa waited several seconds before answering, her eyes on her loosely-closed fist. “You’ll forgive for not answering you quite yet. I need to focus on the imprinting process first.”
Skylar said, “The what?”
The girl next to her said, “The imprinting process. Don’t be dense.”
“Don’t call me dense, you fucking cow. I know what imprinting is.”
“Cow?! I’ll-“
“Enough!” said Theresa. Then she looked at the other two women and nodded.
Too late Skylar realized Theresa had just signaled the other two women to grab her arms. Skylar struggled, but the two already had her pinned in place.
Theresa took a step forward, her smile wide, but without warmth. “No doubt you’ve heard of Enslavers…those parasitic slugs that burrow into one’s belly button and turns the host into a creature of heat and obedience until the non-stop pleasure eventually breaks their mind. Quite illegal to bring them into a bar, of course. Even Chrystal Heights has its limits.”
Theresa continued. “But making a genetic duplicate that replicates some of those features…now that concept could be very valuable to somebody. Quite lucrative. But finding volunteers to test the effectiveness can be so very trying. So I must say I appreciate you stepping up and volunteering.”
Skylar’s eyes widened as Theresa moved toward her. She doubled her efforts to break free of the hands holding her.
“Stop it, Theresa!” said Skylar, her heart beginning to hammer inside her chest. “Enough! You don’t have to do this! Let me go! We can forget this whole thing!”
“Shut her up, Gail,” said Theresa, speaking to the woman holding Skylar’s right arm.
Gail moved behind Skylar, bending Skylar’s right arm and pulling it behind her back. Gail wrapped her free arm around Skylar and pressed her heavy hand over Skylar’s mouth, muffling her protests.
Theresa looked at the other woman. “Nikky, pull up her shirt.”
Nikky pulled Skylar’s left arm behind her back and used her free hand to grab the bottom of Skylar’s top and pull it up to Skylar’s breasts, baring Skylar’s belly.
“Mmmmmmppphhhhh!” said Skylar, her eyes wide as she struggled futilely against Gail and Nikky’s iron grips.
“Good,” said Theresa. “These things go so well when we just work together as a team.”
Theresa opened her fist, revealing the genetically-enhanced slug. It was several inches long and widest at the head, gradually decreasing in thickness down to the tail. The head appeared to have a number of tiny filaments around its head.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” cooed Theresa. “You should see an actual Enslaver. Depending on the species, of course, but the colors can be so intense. Perhaps one day. But for now…”
Theresa stepped up and slapped the slug against Skylar’s bare belly. Then she stepped back.
“Gail, Nikky, be careful not to let that little beauty get near *your* belly buttons,” said Theresa. “Unless, of course, you want to be my little orgasmic slave for the next several days.”
Gail and Nikky shifted slightly, making sure they were nowhere near the path of the slug, but they were in little danger. The slug was already instinctively moving over Skylar’s belly and making a direct line for her belly button.
Fueled by panic now, Skylar’s struggles became frantic as she felt the slug trail across her belly, but Gail and Nikky had full leverage. Gail and Nikky, now confident that the slug had eyes only for Skylar’s belly button, each hooked a leg around their captive. Unable to move or even protest, Skylar could only scream into Gail’s hand as she felt the head of the slug press inside her belly button.
And then the slug began burrowing into Skylar’s belly button.
Skylar’s eyes widened even more and she gasped. She had expected to feel pain, but instead her belly muscles were trembling with what felt like pleasure. And then as the slug wriggled deeper through her belly button, deeper inside her belly, heated pleasure began rippling from the slugs point of entry. Every wriggle, every movement felt like it was tapping straight to her clit.
Theresa gestured and Gail and Nikky released her. Skylar dropped to her knees, her hands cupping her belly as the last of the slug wriggled inside her. The pleasure and heat intensified, causing Skylar to moan in helpless need. The ripples were growing in intensity, taking over her whole body.
And then Skylar came, helplessly hard, explosively.
Theresa was speaking into a small tape recorder. “Subject has been infused with the experimental slug. Little or no pain experienced during entry. Arousal condition became dominant almost immediately. Subject experienced release within 30 seconds of infusion.”
Skylar came again. And then again. She could feel her mental defenses being stripped away by the tide of heat and arousal and need, but she couldn’t stop it. She could only react as her body wriggled and writhed in helpless release.
Theresa nodded and said, “Will now begin testing subject’s viability to the imprinting.”
Skylar moaned, unable to formulate any thoughts, only able to react.
Theresa smiled as she put away the tape recorder. “Arcane ability has its uses, I suppose,” she said, “but super science is simply aces.”
Gail and Nikky laughed.
Theresa said, “Hey, Skylar, how are you feeling?”
Skylar eyes were glazed, but she focused on Theresa. “Ah, sure look it,” she said.
Theresa smiled. “Well, let’s get started then,” she said. “Skylar, stand up.”
Skylar mind was spinning and she felt turned inside-out by her repeated hard orgasms. She heard Theresa’s order as if it was coming from far away. As much as she wanted to tell Theresa to kiss her arse, she found she had no capacity for questioning the order. Skylar found herself rising to her feet.
“Very good, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Now take off your top and hand it to Nikky.”
Skylar found there was no filter between hearing Theresa’s words and her reactions. Theresa’s words appeared to go straight to Skylar’s limbs as Skylar found her hands already slipping her top off and handing it to Nikky.
Skylar blinked at her helpless reactions. There was a steady, subtle flow of heat and pleasure flowing from the area of her belly button, rippling outward in sudden waves of electric heat every time she obeyed Theresa’s words. Skylar knew she was being conditioned to obey Theresa without question, but she couldn’t stop the process. Or even control her own actions, for that matter.
“Now your bra,” said Theresa. “Give it to Gail.”
And just like that, Skylar found herself removing her bra, baring her breasts to Theresa, Gail and Nikky.
Theresa nodded approvingly. “Nice,” she said. “Now come here and get on your knees.”
Skylar felt her feet move unbidden and made a momentary effort to question the movement. But her belly button pulsed heatedly and the helplessly distracted Skylar moved in front of Theresa and then dropped to her knees.
Theresa pulled her skirt up to her hips and slid her white cotton panties to her thighs. Then she said, “Now for the big test. Skylar, lick my pussy.”
Skylar knew the order was coming and was prepared to resist the command, but as soon as Theresa’s words hit her brain, Skylar’s tongue was suddenly sliding inside Theresa sex. Despite her academic approach to infusing Skylar with the slug, the results had obviously aroused Theresa and the scientist began moaning and pressing her hot, wet pussy against Skylar’s helplessly working mouth.
Other women were entering the bathroom now, stopping to stare as the topless Skylar pleased the moaning Theresa with her tongue. Skylar’s cheeks were burning, but she simply couldn’t stop. Her belly continued to pulse with erotic heat as she licked and sucked the scientist’s clit.
Finally Theresa cried out, her fingers entwining in Skylar’s hair as she came in the Irish girl’s mouth. Her hips bucked once, twice, then again, her juices covering Skylar’s mouth and cheeks.
Theresa caught her breath. Then she said, “Nice. Very nice. Now stand up and follow me, Skylar.”
And just like that, the topless Skylar found herself following Theresa back into the bar.
Once they were back in the bar, Theresa turned to Skylar and said, “Now, Skylar, you’re going to take off your shoes and dance for everybody. Sensual dancing. You’re going to be a hot little barefoot and topless minx. Make it as hot and erotic as you can. Do it for the next three songs.”
Skylar’s eyes widened, but the music started and suddenly all she could do was kick off her shoes and dance. She twirled and wriggled to the music, letting her hips roll seductively, heatedly. She wiggled her bare breasts from side to side, spinning, her bare feet brushing the floor, her moves a challenge and an invitation in turns. Sometimes men danced with her and sometimes women, but Skylar’s body never stopped wriggling and her every move was promised pleasure and heated satisfaction.
And through it all, Skylar’s belly pulsed with ripples of heated pleasure.
It felt like she had danced for hours, but when the third song ended, Skylar found herself once again standing in front of Theresa. Only now after being a source of electric arousal for every set of eyes in the bar, Skylar was a helplessly wet mess. Her eyes were glazed with heat and need.
Theresa smiled and put away her tape recorder once more. “You’re doing good, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Now see that gentleman over there? His name is Charles and he’s an intern at my lab. Charles has been working very late lately to help me with some work and I promised him something special tonight. You’re going to be that something special. Go over there and give Charles a blowjob. Do it now.”
Once again Skylar realized instantly she had no capacity to refuse Theresa’s order. Skylar found herself walking over to the young intern and dropping to her knees between his thighs. Her fingers opened his zipper and drew out his cock. A moment later, Skylar was working the intern’s dick with her mouth.
Skylar could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on her as her mouth slid up and down the intern’s rigid shaft. But even with the audience watching her take inch after inch of dick into her mouth, Skylar couldn’t stop.
And the more she slid her warm, wet mouth up and down that cock, the more intense the heated pleasure in her belly grew.
Fortunately for Skylar, the intern didn’t last long. Unfortunately for Skylar, when he did come, he came hard and explosively for what seemed forever. And when Skylar felt her belly filling with the intern’s semen, her own release was triggered and suddenly Skylar was moaning around the intern’s cock as she came again and then again, even as he filled her belly with come.
She was still coming, her lips wrapped around the base of the intern’s cock, when she hear Theresa tell her to stand up, but not to remove her mouth from the intern’s dick. Skylar did so, her hips now higher than her head, as she stood, bento over at the waist, Charles’ cock still draining into her throat.
It wasn’t until Skylar felt the hands on her hips that she realized what was about to happen.
“Stay like that, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Stay like that, with that penis in your mouth, as Jerry gets ready to fuck you.”
Skylar’s eyes widened as she felt herself unable to move, unable to disobey Theresa. She could only remain in place, Charles’ cock in her mouth, as she felt the fat cockhead of the unseen Jerry pressing against her embarrassingly wet pussy.
And then Jerry was sliding his fat cock inside her hot, wet channel.
Theresa’s voice was suddenly very close. “The slug inside your belly will leave you in this enslaved condition just for a day or two. But that will be enough. It does have another interesting property, though.”
Skylar moaned again around Charles’ cock as Jerry continued to pound Skylar from behind. The effect of Skylar’s moaning became evident as the intern’s cock started to harden once again inside Skylar’s mouth.
Theresa continued. “The slug inside your belly,” she said, “shares some genetic traits with that inferior slug used at The Jungle. That trait should become obvious in a few seconds, depending on Jerry’s staying power.”
The still-unseen Jerry’s pounding had become more frantic as his pelvis slapped against Skylar’s ass. Suddenly Jerry grabbed Skylar’s hips and ground into her, his cock deep as he shot every drop of his seed deep inside the overwhelmed Skylar. The sudden heated surge inside her as she was inseminated triggered Skylar’s release and once again she was moaning helplessly around the intern’s cock that was still in her mouth, and he responded by once again coming in Skylar’s mouth, whose helpless orgasming amplified even more.
The scientifically-inclined patrons clapped and cheered at the various climaxes. Many of the cheers were directed at Theresa’s obvious success with the genetically-enhanced slug.
Theresa waited patiently as the participants recovered from their orgasms. She sent Jerry off, not even allowing Skylar to see the man who had inseminated her so completely.
And then, as Skylar slowly stood up, she realized something else was happening to her body. And then she knew exactly what it was.
Skylar’s belly was swelling again. Slowly, but surely, it was swelling. Her breasts were filling rapidly, already becoming heavy with milk.
“That trait I was mentioning a few moments ago?” said Theresa. “That trait is the increased chance of a hyper-pregnancy occurring. You’re not just pregnant, Skylar. You’re hyper-pregnant.”
Skylar’s eyes were wide, her hands cupping her growing belly. She had already swelled through several months of pregnancy and she knew that by this time tomorrow, she’d be swelled to the size of a full-term pregnancy. And that was just the start of a hyper-pregnancy.
Heart pounding, stiff and sore from being used in so many ways by Theresa, Skylar could only stand there, cheeks burning as she realized what was happening.
Theresa said, “Coming to the Atom and Eve bar sure was a great idea, wasn’t it? Protected you completely from Alphas, right? I mean, it’s not like Jerry’s an Alpha, right?”
Skylar felt her cheeks burn hotter.
“Now go home, Skylar, and get cleaned up,” said Theresa. “Get some sleep, eat something and come back. I plan on taking advantage of your condition for a few more hours. You’ve got quite a talented tongue.”
Skylar wanted to yell, to scream, to protest in some way. But all she could do was take her orgasm-wracked body and head for the door. Just as Theresa had told her to.
September 2019
*Note- Please be aware that the concept of a woman who’s been impregnated by an Alpha finding herself compulsively returning to The Zone came from an idea introduced by @nakedinasnowsuit. Don’t be surprised if you see this message again. Nakedinasnowsuit mentioned a number of good ideas, many of which I intend to steal…er, borrow.
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Skylar was back at The Zone.
She was finally rocking her skinny bod again after giving birth to the baby the sneaky Alpha had foisted on her. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly being sneaky when he doused her with all those fucking pheromones and made her crazy aroused, but close enough.
And Skylar was back at The Zone now. She was there to prove that just because some stupid Alpha got lucky and swelled her belly, she wasn’t going to be intimidated away from her favorite drinking spot.
Okay, so she couldn’t honestly say that was the only reason she was back. Coming back to The Zone practically felt like a compulsion. An obsession, even. Skylar had come back even while she was pregnant, waddling around with a Ginger Ale in her hand. Blushing every time that damn Alpha saw her, patting her belly and chuckling.
And twice that bastard had doused her with pheromones and got her to blow him in front of every patron at the bar. Twice she had gone home with a belly full of Alpha semen, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but unable to stop the series of orgasms that wracked her body as she swallowed every drop of the hot, heavy flood the Alpha sent down her throat. Unable to stop herself from orgasming later at home, her belly heavy with child and semen jiggling as over-sensitized body came again and again.
But Skylar was back in control of her body again. The roller coaster of her Alpha pregnancy was finally past. She was back at The Zone enjoying a proper vodka drink.
But despite her bravado, Skylar wasn’t stupid. She was drinking in an Edge club, yes, but not one where Alphas were prone to hang out. In fact, quite the opposite.
Skylar was drinking in a Zone club called ‘Atom and Eve’. It was a science-themed bar and unlikely to attract any arcane practitioners. It also attracted less of a ‘cool’ element and far more an intellectual element. Which was fine, since Skylar could geek with the best of them when she chose to.
A woman walked up next to Skylar and ordered a Pina Colada. She looked one step removed from a starched white lab coat. While waiting for the bartender to make her drink, she turned to Skylar.
“I know you,” said the woman. “Skylar, right? I saw you waddling around the Garage a couple months ago. You’re the Irish girl that Alpha turned into a Zone bunny, right?”
Skylar flushed. “Yeah. The berk got lucky.”
The woman laughed. “Of course he did. So why are you here instead of the Garage?”
Skylar looked at her drink, refusing to answer.
The woman laughed again. “Oh, I get it. Safer. Alphas don’t associate with us science-types, right?”
Skylar took a swallow of her drink and shrugged. “Yeah. So?”
The woman got her drink from the bartender, then turned back to Skylar. “Makes sense,” she said. “I don’t blame you. Much safer here at the Atom and Eve than the Garage. Sure, it’s an Edge bar, but you’ve got nothing to worry about here, right?”
Skylar shrugged.
The woman left with her drink. Skylar finished her vodka and set the empty glass on the bar.
The bartender said, “Another?”
“In a minute,” said Skylar, getting to her feet. “A trip to the jacks first.”
Skylar made her way to the bathroom. It was clean enough, with black star-covered walls, giving the bathroom a sort of infinite, lost-in-space feel. Bright light surrounded the sink and mirrors, but the black walls seemed to swallow the light a few steps away from the mirrors.
Skylar made her way into a stall and closed the door behind her. The stalls were also painted black inside and out, but surprisingly the inside of each stall was lit with soft blue and white glowing lights, giving one enough light to work with while maintaining the sci-fi ambiance.
Skylar finished and exited the stall. As soon as she did so, she realized she was no longer alone in the bathroom. Three women stood between her and the door. One of them was the woman who had spoken with Skylar a few minutes earlier at the bar.
“Hello again,” said the woman. “I just wanted to say that your idea of drinking here to avoid Alphas was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. But it was based on a faulty premise. That faulty premise being that Alphas are the only predators you have to worry about.”
One of the women standing next to her said, “You tell her, Theresa.”
Theresa reached into her purse and pulled out what appeared to be a test tube with a cork in the top. Meanwhile the other two women moved to either side of Skylar.
Skylar stared at the test tube. There appeared to be something moving inside.
Theresa pulled the cork from the top of the tube and tilted it. What appeared to be an elongated slug wriggled out of the tube onto the palm of Theresa’s hand. Theresa closed her fingers around the wriggling creature.
Skylar stared at Theresa. “What the fuck…?”
Theresa waited several seconds before answering, her eyes on her loosely-closed fist. “You’ll forgive for not answering you quite yet. I need to focus on the imprinting process first.”
Skylar said, “The what?”
The girl next to her said, “The imprinting process. Don’t be dense.”
“Don’t call me dense, you fucking cow. I know what imprinting is.”
“Cow?! I’ll-“
“Enough!” said Theresa. Then she looked at the other two women and nodded.
Too late Skylar realized Theresa had just signaled the other two women to grab her arms. Skylar struggled, but the two already had her pinned in place.
Theresa took a step forward, her smile wide, but without warmth. “No doubt you’ve heard of Enslavers…those parasitic slugs that burrow into one’s belly button and turns the host into a creature of heat and obedience until the non-stop pleasure eventually breaks their mind. Quite illegal to bring them into a bar, of course. Even Chrystal Heights has its limits.”
Theresa continued. “But making a genetic duplicate that replicates some of those features…now that concept could be very valuable to somebody. Quite lucrative. But finding volunteers to test the effectiveness can be so very trying. So I must say I appreciate you stepping up and volunteering.”
Skylar’s eyes widened as Theresa moved toward her. She doubled her efforts to break free of the hands holding her.
“Stop it, Theresa!” said Skylar, her heart beginning to hammer inside her chest. “Enough! You don’t have to do this! Let me go! We can forget this whole thing!”
“Shut her up, Gail,” said Theresa, speaking to the woman holding Skylar’s right arm.
Gail moved behind Skylar, bending Skylar’s right arm and pulling it behind her back. Gail wrapped her free arm around Skylar and pressed her heavy hand over Skylar’s mouth, muffling her protests.
Theresa looked at the other woman. “Nikky, pull up her shirt.”
Nikky pulled Skylar’s left arm behind her back and used her free hand to grab the bottom of Skylar’s top and pull it up to Skylar’s breasts, baring Skylar’s belly.
“Mmmmmmppphhhhh!” said Skylar, her eyes wide as she struggled futilely against Gail and Nikky’s iron grips.
“Good,” said Theresa. “These things go so well when we just work together as a team.”
Theresa opened her fist, revealing the genetically-enhanced slug. It was several inches long and widest at the head, gradually decreasing in thickness down to the tail. The head appeared to have a number of tiny filaments around its head.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” cooed Theresa. “You should see an actual Enslaver. Depending on the species, of course, but the colors can be so intense. Perhaps one day. But for now…”
Theresa stepped up and slapped the slug against Skylar’s bare belly. Then she stepped back.
“Gail, Nikky, be careful not to let that little beauty get near *your* belly buttons,” said Theresa. “Unless, of course, you want to be my little orgasmic slave for the next several days.”
Gail and Nikky shifted slightly, making sure they were nowhere near the path of the slug, but they were in little danger. The slug was already instinctively moving over Skylar’s belly and making a direct line for her belly button.
Fueled by panic now, Skylar’s struggles became frantic as she felt the slug trail across her belly, but Gail and Nikky had full leverage. Gail and Nikky, now confident that the slug had eyes only for Skylar’s belly button, each hooked a leg around their captive. Unable to move or even protest, Skylar could only scream into Gail’s hand as she felt the head of the slug press inside her belly button.
And then the slug began burrowing into Skylar’s belly button.
Skylar’s eyes widened even more and she gasped. She had expected to feel pain, but instead her belly muscles were trembling with what felt like pleasure. And then as the slug wriggled deeper through her belly button, deeper inside her belly, heated pleasure began rippling from the slugs point of entry. Every wriggle, every movement felt like it was tapping straight to her clit.
Theresa gestured and Gail and Nikky released her. Skylar dropped to her knees, her hands cupping her belly as the last of the slug wriggled inside her. The pleasure and heat intensified, causing Skylar to moan in helpless need. The ripples were growing in intensity, taking over her whole body.
And then Skylar came, helplessly hard, explosively.
Theresa was speaking into a small tape recorder. “Subject has been infused with the experimental slug. Little or no pain experienced during entry. Arousal condition became dominant almost immediately. Subject experienced release within 30 seconds of infusion.”
Skylar came again. And then again. She could feel her mental defenses being stripped away by the tide of heat and arousal and need, but she couldn’t stop it. She could only react as her body wriggled and writhed in helpless release.
Theresa nodded and said, “Will now begin testing subject’s viability to the imprinting.”
Skylar moaned, unable to formulate any thoughts, only able to react.
Theresa smiled as she put away the tape recorder. “Arcane ability has its uses, I suppose,” she said, “but super science is simply aces.”
Gail and Nikky laughed.
Theresa said, “Hey, Skylar, how are you feeling?”
Skylar eyes were glazed, but she focused on Theresa. “Ah, sure look it,” she said.
Theresa smiled. “Well, let’s get started then,” she said. “Skylar, stand up.”
Skylar mind was spinning and she felt turned inside-out by her repeated hard orgasms. She heard Theresa’s order as if it was coming from far away. As much as she wanted to tell Theresa to kiss her arse, she found she had no capacity for questioning the order. Skylar found herself rising to her feet.
“Very good, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Now take off your top and hand it to Nikky.”
Skylar found there was no filter between hearing Theresa’s words and her reactions. Theresa’s words appeared to go straight to Skylar’s limbs as Skylar found her hands already slipping her top off and handing it to Nikky.
Skylar blinked at her helpless reactions. There was a steady, subtle flow of heat and pleasure flowing from the area of her belly button, rippling outward in sudden waves of electric heat every time she obeyed Theresa’s words. Skylar knew she was being conditioned to obey Theresa without question, but she couldn’t stop the process. Or even control her own actions, for that matter.
“Now your bra,” said Theresa. “Give it to Gail.”
And just like that, Skylar found herself removing her bra, baring her breasts to Theresa, Gail and Nikky.
Theresa nodded approvingly. “Nice,” she said. “Now come here and get on your knees.”
Skylar felt her feet move unbidden and made a momentary effort to question the movement. But her belly button pulsed heatedly and the helplessly distracted Skylar moved in front of Theresa and then dropped to her knees.
Theresa pulled her skirt up to her hips and slid her white cotton panties to her thighs. Then she said, “Now for the big test. Skylar, lick my pussy.”
Skylar knew the order was coming and was prepared to resist the command, but as soon as Theresa’s words hit her brain, Skylar’s tongue was suddenly sliding inside Theresa sex. Despite her academic approach to infusing Skylar with the slug, the results had obviously aroused Theresa and the scientist began moaning and pressing her hot, wet pussy against Skylar’s helplessly working mouth.
Other women were entering the bathroom now, stopping to stare as the topless Skylar pleased the moaning Theresa with her tongue. Skylar’s cheeks were burning, but she simply couldn’t stop. Her belly continued to pulse with erotic heat as she licked and sucked the scientist’s clit.
Finally Theresa cried out, her fingers entwining in Skylar’s hair as she came in the Irish girl’s mouth. Her hips bucked once, twice, then again, her juices covering Skylar’s mouth and cheeks.
Theresa caught her breath. Then she said, “Nice. Very nice. Now stand up and follow me, Skylar.”
And just like that, the topless Skylar found herself following Theresa back into the bar.
Once they were back in the bar, Theresa turned to Skylar and said, “Now, Skylar, you’re going to take off your shoes and dance for everybody. Sensual dancing. You’re going to be a hot little barefoot and topless minx. Make it as hot and erotic as you can. Do it for the next three songs.”
Skylar’s eyes widened, but the music started and suddenly all she could do was kick off her shoes and dance. She twirled and wriggled to the music, letting her hips roll seductively, heatedly. She wiggled her bare breasts from side to side, spinning, her bare feet brushing the floor, her moves a challenge and an invitation in turns. Sometimes men danced with her and sometimes women, but Skylar’s body never stopped wriggling and her every move was promised pleasure and heated satisfaction.
And through it all, Skylar’s belly pulsed with ripples of heated pleasure.
It felt like she had danced for hours, but when the third song ended, Skylar found herself once again standing in front of Theresa. Only now after being a source of electric arousal for every set of eyes in the bar, Skylar was a helplessly wet mess. Her eyes were glazed with heat and need.
Theresa smiled and put away her tape recorder once more. “You’re doing good, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Now see that gentleman over there? His name is Charles and he’s an intern at my lab. Charles has been working very late lately to help me with some work and I promised him something special tonight. You’re going to be that something special. Go over there and give Charles a blowjob. Do it now.”
Once again Skylar realized instantly she had no capacity to refuse Theresa’s order. Skylar found herself walking over to the young intern and dropping to her knees between his thighs. Her fingers opened his zipper and drew out his cock. A moment later, Skylar was working the intern’s dick with her mouth.
Skylar could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on her as her mouth slid up and down the intern’s rigid shaft. But even with the audience watching her take inch after inch of dick into her mouth, Skylar couldn’t stop.
And the more she slid her warm, wet mouth up and down that cock, the more intense the heated pleasure in her belly grew.
Fortunately for Skylar, the intern didn’t last long. Unfortunately for Skylar, when he did come, he came hard and explosively for what seemed forever. And when Skylar felt her belly filling with the intern’s semen, her own release was triggered and suddenly Skylar was moaning around the intern’s cock as she came again and then again, even as he filled her belly with come.
She was still coming, her lips wrapped around the base of the intern’s cock, when she hear Theresa tell her to stand up, but not to remove her mouth from the intern’s dick. Skylar did so, her hips now higher than her head, as she stood, bento over at the waist, Charles’ cock still draining into her throat.
It wasn’t until Skylar felt the hands on her hips that she realized what was about to happen.
“Stay like that, Skylar,” said Theresa. “Stay like that, with that penis in your mouth, as Jerry gets ready to fuck you.”
Skylar’s eyes widened as she felt herself unable to move, unable to disobey Theresa. She could only remain in place, Charles’ cock in her mouth, as she felt the fat cockhead of the unseen Jerry pressing against her embarrassingly wet pussy.
And then Jerry was sliding his fat cock inside her hot, wet channel.
Theresa’s voice was suddenly very close. “The slug inside your belly will leave you in this enslaved condition just for a day or two. But that will be enough. It does have another interesting property, though.”
Skylar moaned again around Charles’ cock as Jerry continued to pound Skylar from behind. The effect of Skylar’s moaning became evident as the intern’s cock started to harden once again inside Skylar’s mouth.
Theresa continued. “The slug inside your belly,” she said, “shares some genetic traits with that inferior slug used at The Jungle. That trait should become obvious in a few seconds, depending on Jerry’s staying power.”
The still-unseen Jerry’s pounding had become more frantic as his pelvis slapped against Skylar’s ass. Suddenly Jerry grabbed Skylar’s hips and ground into her, his cock deep as he shot every drop of his seed deep inside the overwhelmed Skylar. The sudden heated surge inside her as she was inseminated triggered Skylar’s release and once again she was moaning helplessly around the intern’s cock that was still in her mouth, and he responded by once again coming in Skylar’s mouth, whose helpless orgasming amplified even more.
The scientifically-inclined patrons clapped and cheered at the various climaxes. Many of the cheers were directed at Theresa’s obvious success with the genetically-enhanced slug.
Theresa waited patiently as the participants recovered from their orgasms. She sent Jerry off, not even allowing Skylar to see the man who had inseminated her so completely.
And then, as Skylar slowly stood up, she realized something else was happening to her body. And then she knew exactly what it was.
Skylar’s belly was swelling again. Slowly, but surely, it was swelling. Her breasts were filling rapidly, already becoming heavy with milk.
“That trait I was mentioning a few moments ago?” said Theresa. “That trait is the increased chance of a hyper-pregnancy occurring. You’re not just pregnant, Skylar. You’re hyper-pregnant.”
Skylar’s eyes were wide, her hands cupping her growing belly. She had already swelled through several months of pregnancy and she knew that by this time tomorrow, she’d be swelled to the size of a full-term pregnancy. And that was just the start of a hyper-pregnancy.
Heart pounding, stiff and sore from being used in so many ways by Theresa, Skylar could only stand there, cheeks burning as she realized what was happening.
Theresa said, “Coming to the Atom and Eve bar sure was a great idea, wasn’t it? Protected you completely from Alphas, right? I mean, it’s not like Jerry’s an Alpha, right?”
Skylar felt her cheeks burn hotter.
“Now go home, Skylar, and get cleaned up,” said Theresa. “Get some sleep, eat something and come back. I plan on taking advantage of your condition for a few more hours. You’ve got quite a talented tongue.”
Skylar wanted to yell, to scream, to protest in some way. But all she could do was take her orgasm-wracked body and head for the door. Just as Theresa had told her to.
September 2019