The first thing he noticed when he woke up was how sore he felt. It was like the Player had decided to do sit ups while he was knocked out. His mouth was dry.
Drew looked around the room in a daze. It was relatively small, cozy even. The ceiling looked too close. Maybe all Dramatians were small? Everything was bathed in a dim purple hue that came from the floor.
There was something hanging over him. Drew's brow furrowed as he tried to concentrate on it. He was obviously drugged. His abdomen was probably sliced to pieces, not sore. Drew decided to concentrate on whatever it was that was hanging over him.
When it finally came into focus, Drew still didn't know what it was. There were a bunch of tubes and wires, mirrors and pointy, glowing sticks. There were also a lot of sharp knife-like objects, and a spool of thin string.
Harry would know what it was.
Everything came rushing back. The invasion. His friends getting captured. Old Man Kreuger was dead. Everything he knew was gone. The only thing he could hear for a moment was the blood rushing in his ears.
Everything started to go dark. His body was demanding sleep. But before he went back under, a voice from his right snapped him back to reality.
"Oh good. You're awake." Drew turned to see that sexy alien at a desk, typing at some kind of monitor. It looked way more high tech than Harry's back home. "How do you feel?"
Drew said nothing. He tried to move his hands, but they were strapped to the table. Oh. He was on a table. An operating table. What had this woman said? That she wanted to experiment on him? Drew swallowed and gathered up all his courage. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and lifted his head. He opened his eyes, expecting to see a hole where his torso had been, but he was simply wrapped in bandages.
"Hello?" The woman waved her hand, catching Drew's attention. "Do you speak?"
Drew nodded.
"How--are--you--feeling?" She spoke slowly, like Drew was an idiot. That frustrated him. He got plenty of that back home from Hugo and Kendra and her pack of gal pals. He snapped his fingers, and the alien looked at his hand. Drew made the universal gesture for mute, hoping she'd understand.
Her face turned pitiful, which also ticked Drew off. He was about to share another, much ruder gesture with her when she said, "My apologies. I didn't know. I thought you were just quiet. Or in shock."
She went back to her computer. "I'm sorry about the bindings. They're standard procedure. I can't imagine how you feel with them." She looked up at him, her eyes sad.
Drew was shocked. He'd been told by Kreuger that the Drama Queens were extremely apathetic. But this woman had shown him more sympathy than most people back at Sandy Hill.
"On a scale of one to five, how do you feel?" she asked.
Drew paused, then raised four fingers. Besides the dry mouth, he felt pretty good.
"Really?" A smile played on her lips as she tapped away on her keyboard. "You don't mind if I take a closer inspection?"
She said that weird, and it made Drew feel weird. He didn't trust this woman, no matter how much sympathy she showed him. But he didn't really see any other option than to play along, so he shook his head.
The woman got up from her desk and made her way over to the table. She scanned Drew's abdomen with a glassy pad the size of a large tablet. "Your nerve endings aren't firing much, so that's good. It's mostly because of the drugs though. Are you still drowsy?"
Drew nodded.
"Good." The woman started tapping at her pad again. Drew tried to get her attention, but while strapped to the table, there wasn't much he could do. She only turned when he snapped his fingers.
"Yes?" She looked at his hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know much sign language."
Drew frowned with frustration. He beckoned her to come closer.
She raised an eyebrow, but leaned down.
With obvious difficulty, Drew managed to rasp, "Name?"
The woman looked surprised. She scanned his throat and raised her eyebrow again. "Gaphine Bythone."
"Drew." His voice was just barely audible, even in the quiet room. It was the ghost of a whisper.
Gaphine looked uncomfortable. "Stop. Your larynx is extremely damaged."
Drew nodded. He was well aware of that.
"Here." She lowered the pad to his hand. "If you need to say something, just type it out."
Drew paused, trying to decide what to ask first. Finally he decided on, "What happened to my friends?"
Gaphine pursed her lips as she read the pad. "Most of them got transferred to the breeding program. A few... uncooperative humans got sent to reprogramming to prepare them for the soldier program."
Hugo. He was never one to cooperate. Drew didn't like Hugo, but getting his brain wiped to fight in a war seemed pretty harsh. He looked up at Gaphine, who looked upset. Drew had never been good at telling when people were lying, but she looked sincere.
Next question. "What did you do to me?"
Gaphine's eyes lit up with excitement. "You are the prototype of a new alpha bull. The gubplite I inserted is designed to--"
Drew gave her the blankest look he could manage.
"In the breeding program, there is a high demand for soldiers. The rate your kind reproduces naturally is... not quite enough. We Dramatians designed a work around. The gubplite. It's a new organ that makes males more fertile, verile, and..." Gaphine looked at Drew's crotch eagerly. "Bigger. Much, much bigger."
The air suddenly felt electric. Drew's breath grew shallow and his pulse quickened.
"Females required work as well." Gaphine continued, "Of course, there is little to do to perfect the feminine form, but the birth rate was still much too slow. We've adjusted it so pregnancies only last for about three months. To make giving birth easier, we have also made them... stretchier."
The alien's eyes gleamed, and Drew could tell she was about to start rambling again. "I've adjusted the pregnancy rate to be even shorter, with the right formula of course. On this diet, females should be ready to give birth in a mere six weeks! This would increase production by--"
Drew snapped his fingers and Gaphine brought down the pad. "What diet?"
"Your cum of course." Drew flushed red as Gaphine licked her lips hungrily. "The new gubplite filters the nutrients you eat so that your ejaculate is chock full of protein, fibers, vitamins... Everything your mates need to grow a healthy baby. The taste of the formula is supposed to improve as well, many sows were complaining that their bulls were bitter. I don't blame them of course, many of the bulls
are
bitter."
Gaphine rambled on, but Drew was lost in his thoughts. He was stunned. This alien had cut him open and turned him into some kind of baby making machine. Not only was he supposed to knock up a bunch of women, but he was supposed to supply them with "a rich dietary formula," A.K.A. his cum. Drew's eyes fell back down to Gaphine's monstrous breasts. He imagined them wrapped around his cock, sucking at his head poking out the top. Quite against his will, the bulge in his pants started to grow.
The Dramatian would have gone on, talking about formulas and breeding rates, but she was suddenly distracted by Drew's fat cock. It was a rather nice cock. The gubplite required a few days to take full effect, so the human had been in status during most of that time. When Gaphine came in earlier to write her report, she'd noticed the new breeder's nice big bulge from the other side of the room.
Now that bulge was getting even bigger, swelling up like a balloon. Gaphine and Drew watched in stunned silence as his cock grew stiff as a board. The material of his pants creaked under the strain.
She barely noticed Drew tapping away on her pad. Fuck that was a nice cock. Not the biggest she'd seen, but he hadn't even fully grown into his gubplite yet. Most bulls gained about two more inches. Fuck, Gaphine was hoping to be a little luckier than that. Maybe five or six more at least.
Gaphine dropped the pad, barely looking at it. Something about his dick being too big now. There was no such thing here.
"I saw you looking at me before." She said, batting her eyelashes. Drew swallowed.
The bull's eyes were glued to her chest. Gaphine felt her nipples harden. "It's rude to stare."
Somehow, Drew managed to tear his gaze off of her tits and meet her eyes. "Of course, I was staring too."
Gaphine made her way around the table and climbed on. She sat herself between the human's legs and clicked her tongue. "Well, well. What do we have here?"
She looked up at Drew's big blue eyes and suppressed a laugh. Why was he so nervous? All she was going to do was suck his cock. "This big guy looks like he needs to breathe."
The button on his pants looked like it was ready to pop. Gaphine pulled the zipper down and gasped when the button actually
did
pop off and ping against the ceiling. Out flopped the breeder's fat cock.
Gaphine licked her lips in anticipation. Fuck, he looked so good. She couldn't wait until that monster was stretching out her pussy. It had been so long since-- she frowned.
"Too bad we're not allowed to fuck our bulls." She said, lowering her mouth toward Drew's throbbing cockhead. "Or I'd be all over you."
She took him into her mouth. Oh
fuck
yeah. She hadn't had a cock this thick in a
while
. He stretched her out good.
Now that he was nicely lubricated, Gaphine let his dick slide out of her throat and flop onto her tits. Her cut was low enough that she could titty fuck him without even taking them out of her dress.
Drew gasped and bucked his hips involuntarily. He'd never felt anything like this before. Sure, he'd jerked off, but this was on a whole 'nother level. Maybe that's just how sex was, but Drew suspected his new organ had something to do with it.
