The Creature in the Lab

Content warnings: forced orgasm, medical fetish.

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After the incident in the lab, they don't let me leave my room.

I am still haunted by images of the creature ripping a scientist's head from his shoulders, and the mess of spurting blood that followed, before gas flooded the chamber and everything went black.

In the moment, I was afraid, but looking back I don't blame him for what he did. It's the nature of any predator to kill when he feels threatened. A creature like him is not meant to be kept in captivity.

The same goes for humans, too.

I worry myself sick wondering what they did to him after the "incident". The only comfort I have is that I know they won't kill him--they need his venom too desperately for their secret weapons to eliminate him outright. Likewise, they need a fertile womb to make more of them.

So, for now, I'm safe, too.

But they don't allow me to see the creature at all.

So many things about me are changing. Over the next couple of weeks, I watch my belly swell nearly triple in size. My breasts are plump and heavy, my nipples sensative. Dr. Hildebrandt explained how the pregnancy would develop much faster than a human pregnancy, but still, it's shocking to see my body change so rapidly.

Right now, there's a tiny alien creature growing inside of me, and eventually, it will have to come out. That part scares me, I'm not going to lie.

I am also constantly horny.

I am constantly touching myself in an attempt to quell the ever-climbing heat, but it doesn't make a dent in my deeper cravings. What I really want is a twelve-inch alien cock pounding my cunt while twin tails wiggle through my other orifices. I try my best to relieve myself, but my skinny fingers don't even come close to what I need. I let out a noise of frustration--not quite a sigh, not quite a yell. Just defeat.

My experience with the creature has altered me permanently. My every feverish dream revolves around him breeding me, using me. Filling me up to the brim with his seed.

It's not just the physical aspect. During the two separate occasions that he bred me, I felt an undeniable bond between the two of us. And towards the end, I was able to feel his thoughts through the bond, too. While the creature may not be capable of language or rational thought, I know that he cares for me on some basic, primal level.

I don't know a ton about his species, but I suspect that they mate for life.

I wish they would let me leave this room. If I could get a lay of the land of this space station, I might be able to figure out where they keep their ships. I used to be able to fly one back in the day. I've requested on a few occasions that they let me go for a walk, but they only allowed me to walk the length of the hall and back under heavy supervision.

The logistics of such a plan--stealing a spaceship--are easier said than done. I'm not exactly quick on my feet in my current state. And there's the matter of rescuing the creature from the lab, because I'm not willing to leave without him.

And of course, Dr. Hildebrandt isn't willing to let the creature out of her sight.

I'm starting to lose hope that I'll ever get out of here.

Every day, Dr. Hildebrandt comes to see me, and every day, she's progressively more frustrated. I'm not privy to her internal thoughts, but if I had to wager a guess, I'd say she tried to breed the creature with another girl and he refused. After all, they want to make as many baby aliens as possible, right? They certainly aren't going to stop with me.

Today, she comes into the room with two nurses in tow. I immediately yank my hand from beneath my gown; my fingers wet with evidence of my arousal.

"Don't stop on our account," says Dr. Hildebrandt with a dark chuckle.

"What do you want?" I snap.

She raises an eyebrow at me. "Our test subject has an attitude today."

"Gee, I wonder if the fact that you're keeping me locked in this room has anything to do with that?" I spit at her.

"Tsk, tsk, little girl," she says, pulling up a stool between my legs, which is a surprise. I didn't know that I was getting an exam today. She continues, "You should really watch that tongue of yours."

I fold my arms across my chest and pout.

She eyes one of the monitors at my bedside. "I can see that your heartrate is elevated, and your cheeks are quite flushed. Pregnancy hormones are rather grueling on the human body, aren't they?"

"So I've noticed," I grit out. I feel like a walking bowling ball with swollen joints. A baby making machine that isn't in control of her own emotions.

She nods once. "We need to get your vitals down. Your body needs to orgasm," she continues. "It will be good for you and good for the development of the offspring."

My shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "Then let me see him again."

She shakes her head. "No. You and the creature will not be seeing each other anytime soon. It was a mistake to allow the two of you to get attached. A mistake I will not allow to happen again."

The words make my heart crack into a million pieces.

"When it comes time for him to breed you again, we'll have to get more creative. We'll do it the old fashioned way--extract the seed from his sexual organ and manually inseminate you."

I shudder. What she is describing sounds cold and clinical, and I don't want anything to do with it.

"Now," she says, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. "Let's bring you to orgasm, shall we?"

I stare at the doctor with wide eyes. What the hell does she think she's doing? "I can take care of it myself," I snap.

"Sure, but I think this will be a good lesson in teaching you to know your place. You seem to be under the impression that you have some small shred of bodily autonomy here." She laughs, and the pair of nurses chuckle, too. "Oh, how wrong you are."

The two nurses lift my feet into stirrups and strap them down. I thrash and kick, but it feels like kicking in deep waters for all the progress I make. Being this heavily pregnant makes me sluggish and weak. Once my legs are raised and secure, the pair of nurses move towards my upper body to hold my arms above my head.

"Your body belongs to the Federation," Dr. Hildebrandt says cruelly. "I can do whatever I want to you. Literally anything."

She flips up my gown to examine my bare cunt.

"Oh, you're dripping, aren't you? You poor thing. Let's get you taken care of."

"Fuck you," I scream at her.

But she's right. I'm fucking horny, and I need to come--bad.

The saccharine smile on the doctor's face is a thing of nightmares. "You will eat when I tell you to, you will sleep when I tell you to, and you will climax when I tell you to. You are my test subject, and you exist by my command."

She spreads my pussy lips with gloved fingers, exposing my aching hole to the room.

I can't see over my belly.

But I certainly feel when the doctor plunges two fingers inside of me.

"Ah!"

My body responds to the touch, and my traitorous pussy clamps down. Despite my attempts to keep it in, a moan crawls up my throat and slips off my tongue. The sensation of being penetrated cuts off my willpower at the knees, and I hate myself.

Dr. Hildebrandt gentle brushes her thumb over my swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. My legs strain against their straps in an attempt to snap shut. But I'm so weak, and they barely budge.

"You take penetration so well," she observes. "Of course, you've taken things much larger than fingers!"

With two fingers deep inside of me, and a thumb circling my clit, the stimulation feels too good to resist. Heat coils low in my belly, and I hate myself for enjoying it. My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes flutter closed.

"See," she says, curling her fingers inside of me. "It's easier when you just submit. This will all go so much smoother when you realize your place. We'll keep you comfortable, fed, and constantly pleasured--so long as you continue to provide viable offspring."

"Fuck," I breathe, because I feel myself getting close. I'm trying my hardest to resist the impending orgasm, but it's like trying to stop a fast-moving train. My body barrels towards release, and I can feel myself giving in.

"That's it," Dr. Hildebrandt coos. "Give me a nice, strong orgasm."

"Fuck!" I scream, as the heat between my legs explodes. I'm writhing on the bed while the orgasm wracks my body, gushing all over the doctor's fingers.

"That's it, keep coming for me. What a good little test subject you are."

She continues to pump me with her fingers, filling the room with the wet, squishy noises of my contracting pussy. She doesn't stop until she drags me firmly down a black hole of pleasure. My body exhales with release.

She finally withdrawals her fingers, and I sag helplessly against the bed. The nurses release my arms and move to unstrap my legs from the stirrups.

What Dr. Hildebrandt does next surprises me: she brings a small glass vial between my legs and collects the fluid from my orgasm. She holds it up to the light, examining the thick, mucus-like substance.

She hands the vial to one of the nurses. "Get this back to the lab, please."

Dr. Hildebrandt leaves with a smile on her face, and we both know that she's won.