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"I suspect any worries about genetic engineering may be unnecessary. Genetic mutations have always happened naturally, anyway."
- Lovelock
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"You never get used to the smells... do you doctor?" A nervous voice asked, the sterilized smells of cleansing gas behind, and the pungent odors of meat and animals ahead.
"Now, now Beatrice" An authoritative voice responded. "If you're still unnerved by something as trivial as smell... you may be in the wrong line of work. Blood... is the smell of progress."
Beatrice nervously tugged at her blue turtleneck, fiddling with her tablet. The smaller, mousy woman trotted after the doctor. Though this section of the laboratory was no more dirty than any engineering lab, the air was humid with life. Computers and screens relayed information quickly, tirelessly. Anatomical charts were hung with care, and outdated ones cast aside to be shredded. Syringes of vibrant fluids hung on racks, labelled with various lines of letters or numbers, meaningless to one not familiar with the Doctor's systems.
"Beatrice..." The red headed doctor began. "Status on the asset?"
"Hm? Oh!" Beatrice fumbled with her tablet, pulling up emails, notes, and reports. "W-w-which one?"
"My... pet project. The one we're testing the latest editing cells on."
"Asset: Tyrant- 0019, status: Restless. The asset has seen a dramatic increase in appetite, and difficulty sleeping even when tranquilized. Scans for its metabolism indicate its cells are dividing and becoming more malleable at the fastest rate yet. It should not only be receptive to your edited genes, but should assimilate them within hours Dr. Metzel." Beatrice finished, now realizing that Dr. Metzel had led her to the catwalk overlooking the containment chambers.
Adjusting her glasses, Doctor Metzel slowly glanced back, her grey eyes piercing though to Beatrice's brown ones. A devilish... evil... smile crept across Dr. Metzel's face. "Then we should feed her..."
...........
Beatrice was shaking... she always did when Dr. Metzel insisted she be present to check in on the assets in person.
The two of them stood on a catwalk, above a stone and steel chamber. Looking down on the dimmed unit, long shadows hanging in the corners. The stench of meat, of death, and of life was most thick here, almost a haze clouding Beatrice's nose. Inching forward, they looked down, onto a massive sleeping figure. Several workers scrambled around the hay covered floor, wheeling in carts of meat, great cubes grown in their nutrient laboratories. Several were armed with tranquilizer guns, lazily accompanying the technicians. Chains adorned the walls, nearly a dozen linked in some way to the slumbering creature, when awake, it could move. But not much.
"Wake her..." Dr. Metzel ordered.
Biting her lip, Beatrice activated a program on her tablet. And hesitating, pushed a command in. The collar around the creature's neck beeped, sending a small jolt of electricity through her system, eyes snapping opening and releasing a lumbering growl. Dr. Metzel laughed darkly to herself.
The beast began to right itself, it's massive legs dominated it's lower body, while it's head ruled the first. Even with its maw closed, massive fangs lined its jaws. Beatrice stared, unblinking at the creature as she began to repeat the information, if only to calm herself. "Asset: Tyrant- 0019... Saurischia, Therapoda... Tyrannosaurus. Accelerated growth... Currently struggling with unseen health problems, to be edited with more stable organ genetic information in today's feeding..."
"And should my formula be correct... editing our assets will be as simple as feeding them..." Dr. Metzel purred.
Below them, the Tyrannosaur had begun to eat the massive cubes of meat. Swallowing huge soft chunks, the meat mostly fat, and what would have been muscle tissue on a living creature. It glanced upwards, eliciting some startled steps back from the technicians in the chamber with it. Gazing up, it's eyes met with Dr. Metzel and Beatrice's. Watching, its tongue snaked its ways out of the jaws, licking the gooey protein from its teeth.
"Doctor... was it's tongue always that long-"
The chains immediately went taut, the Tyrannosaur was standing up. Everyone flinched, before Dr. Metzel began laughing. Gazing down at her creation, her heart racing, a faint blush crossing her face. It faded as quickly as it came. The chains remained tight, but the Tyrannosaur was getting closer... Loud chatter began to erupt from the containment chamber. With a loud, pop, one of the shackles around the beast's ankles fell to the ground. With sickening crunches and twists, the beast compressed its shoulders... its ribcage, through the massive electric collar. Glancing back at itself curiously, a pleasured groan came from the Tyrannosaur; before it returned its gaze up to the catwalk.
"Doctor- Doctor- DOCTOR!!!" Beatrice shrieked as the Tyrannosaur raised its head up, its jaws cracking open to as wide as they could go. A tongue-like appendage snapped out towards them. Beatrice ducked and stumbled back into the hall, but Doctor Metzel was paralyzed... in fear... in pride.
But even she couldn't resist screaming when yanked from her perch.
.........
Doctor Metzel struggled against the massive tentacle wrapping around her, trying to get any decent footing. She felt her heels click against teeth, and pierce into soft gums. She flailed her arms, trying to brace herself against the appendage, but it squished and squelched underneath her. More like a blob of flesh than a piece of muscle.
"Contain the Asset! Tranquilize it!" She shouted, hearing the discharge of numerous rounds into the beast. As well as the clamoring of her workers fleeing. "Stop her!"
But the doctor was nothing if not pessimistic. Even if her creation fell asleep now, should be crushed by its tongue, suffocated in its closed jaws, or swallowed.
Beatrice fumbled with her tablet, coming in. She activated the alarm- and a blaring began to rise in the laboratories. She stared, horrified at the beast...
The Tyrannosaur's eyes began to roll back in its head. The tongue played with Dr. Metzel, rolling her around in its still open maw. The tongue squeezed and caressed her, even as she flailed about trying in vain to reach the teeth, or the catwalk, or Beatrice... anything. When the doctor grasped onto the tongue, she tried to push against the gums. But her foot just sank into putty like flesh... and the tongue began to split around her fingers. More tentacles began to wrap around her body, prodding and pushing against her thighs, her back, her abdomen.
"Malleable... like I wanted..." Dr. Metzel whispered to herself.
Saliva was soaking into her labcoat... her clothing underneath... it... burned.
Her eyes shot open in realization. "Beatrice! The cells! They're working beyond expectation!" She shrieked out, turning with a manic look on her face- tears forming in her eyes. "The Asset's body has become- become-"
There was a snap... and a sickening crunch.
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Happy Halloweeeeeen! All thirty-one days of October is the time to celebrate!!! Woohoo!
Even if the Christmas stuff is also popping in. But hey, if they can get hyped for that- I can celebrate this! Woohoo!
Welcome to Aloween 5! My fifth year in a row of a month of erotic horror themed drawings and stories or essays! XP
And this year- we're going classic! Back to some of the first things I loved to draw as a wee one. Dinosaurs! Roll back the clock to the dawn of time, eh?
This year, there will be various vignettes of differing tone and protagonist. But, they will all be centered around the consequences of Dr. Metzel's experiments at the IBIS corporation. So lots of dinosaurs, lots of vore, and lots of hunting! There will also be revisitations to the Thousand Young from last year- and- Submissions!
Not a contest, but I am taking submissions from you all- the fans and friends- and going to be posting them during Aloween! Stories, drawings, both- anything and everything!
Now, in order to be reposted here- the submissions have to be new dinosaur themed content. And at least tangentially related to the experiments of IBIS. But beyond that- go hogwild! it doesn't have to be canon to the outbreak that will be detailed here- it could be kidnapped humans experimented on, intelligent dinosaur anthros cloned in the labs, bio-weapons, anything! And fetish content can vary as much as you want too! Breeding, Vore, Transformation, Body-Horror, and such are the themes of this Aloween- but feel free to do something different! I've already got a couple I'm excited to share after I've gone over them and made my own little additions : >
Happy Aloween everyone! And welcome... to umm... something about Jurassic.... Worlds?
- Lovelock
.......................................................................................
"You never get used to the smells... do you doctor?" A nervous voice asked, the sterilized smells of cleansing gas behind, and the pungent odors of meat and animals ahead.
"Now, now Beatrice" An authoritative voice responded. "If you're still unnerved by something as trivial as smell... you may be in the wrong line of work. Blood... is the smell of progress."
Beatrice nervously tugged at her blue turtleneck, fiddling with her tablet. The smaller, mousy woman trotted after the doctor. Though this section of the laboratory was no more dirty than any engineering lab, the air was humid with life. Computers and screens relayed information quickly, tirelessly. Anatomical charts were hung with care, and outdated ones cast aside to be shredded. Syringes of vibrant fluids hung on racks, labelled with various lines of letters or numbers, meaningless to one not familiar with the Doctor's systems.
"Beatrice..." The red headed doctor began. "Status on the asset?"
"Hm? Oh!" Beatrice fumbled with her tablet, pulling up emails, notes, and reports. "W-w-which one?"
"My... pet project. The one we're testing the latest editing cells on."
"Asset: Tyrant- 0019, status: Restless. The asset has seen a dramatic increase in appetite, and difficulty sleeping even when tranquilized. Scans for its metabolism indicate its cells are dividing and becoming more malleable at the fastest rate yet. It should not only be receptive to your edited genes, but should assimilate them within hours Dr. Metzel." Beatrice finished, now realizing that Dr. Metzel had led her to the catwalk overlooking the containment chambers.
Adjusting her glasses, Doctor Metzel slowly glanced back, her grey eyes piercing though to Beatrice's brown ones. A devilish... evil... smile crept across Dr. Metzel's face. "Then we should feed her..."
...........
Beatrice was shaking... she always did when Dr. Metzel insisted she be present to check in on the assets in person.
The two of them stood on a catwalk, above a stone and steel chamber. Looking down on the dimmed unit, long shadows hanging in the corners. The stench of meat, of death, and of life was most thick here, almost a haze clouding Beatrice's nose. Inching forward, they looked down, onto a massive sleeping figure. Several workers scrambled around the hay covered floor, wheeling in carts of meat, great cubes grown in their nutrient laboratories. Several were armed with tranquilizer guns, lazily accompanying the technicians. Chains adorned the walls, nearly a dozen linked in some way to the slumbering creature, when awake, it could move. But not much.
"Wake her..." Dr. Metzel ordered.
Biting her lip, Beatrice activated a program on her tablet. And hesitating, pushed a command in. The collar around the creature's neck beeped, sending a small jolt of electricity through her system, eyes snapping opening and releasing a lumbering growl. Dr. Metzel laughed darkly to herself.
The beast began to right itself, it's massive legs dominated it's lower body, while it's head ruled the first. Even with its maw closed, massive fangs lined its jaws. Beatrice stared, unblinking at the creature as she began to repeat the information, if only to calm herself. "Asset: Tyrant- 0019... Saurischia, Therapoda... Tyrannosaurus. Accelerated growth... Currently struggling with unseen health problems, to be edited with more stable organ genetic information in today's feeding..."
"And should my formula be correct... editing our assets will be as simple as feeding them..." Dr. Metzel purred.
Below them, the Tyrannosaur had begun to eat the massive cubes of meat. Swallowing huge soft chunks, the meat mostly fat, and what would have been muscle tissue on a living creature. It glanced upwards, eliciting some startled steps back from the technicians in the chamber with it. Gazing up, it's eyes met with Dr. Metzel and Beatrice's. Watching, its tongue snaked its ways out of the jaws, licking the gooey protein from its teeth.
"Doctor... was it's tongue always that long-"
The chains immediately went taut, the Tyrannosaur was standing up. Everyone flinched, before Dr. Metzel began laughing. Gazing down at her creation, her heart racing, a faint blush crossing her face. It faded as quickly as it came. The chains remained tight, but the Tyrannosaur was getting closer... Loud chatter began to erupt from the containment chamber. With a loud, pop, one of the shackles around the beast's ankles fell to the ground. With sickening crunches and twists, the beast compressed its shoulders... its ribcage, through the massive electric collar. Glancing back at itself curiously, a pleasured groan came from the Tyrannosaur; before it returned its gaze up to the catwalk.
"Doctor- Doctor- DOCTOR!!!" Beatrice shrieked as the Tyrannosaur raised its head up, its jaws cracking open to as wide as they could go. A tongue-like appendage snapped out towards them. Beatrice ducked and stumbled back into the hall, but Doctor Metzel was paralyzed... in fear... in pride.
But even she couldn't resist screaming when yanked from her perch.
.........
Doctor Metzel struggled against the massive tentacle wrapping around her, trying to get any decent footing. She felt her heels click against teeth, and pierce into soft gums. She flailed her arms, trying to brace herself against the appendage, but it squished and squelched underneath her. More like a blob of flesh than a piece of muscle.
"Contain the Asset! Tranquilize it!" She shouted, hearing the discharge of numerous rounds into the beast. As well as the clamoring of her workers fleeing. "Stop her!"
But the doctor was nothing if not pessimistic. Even if her creation fell asleep now, should be crushed by its tongue, suffocated in its closed jaws, or swallowed.
Beatrice fumbled with her tablet, coming in. She activated the alarm- and a blaring began to rise in the laboratories. She stared, horrified at the beast...
The Tyrannosaur's eyes began to roll back in its head. The tongue played with Dr. Metzel, rolling her around in its still open maw. The tongue squeezed and caressed her, even as she flailed about trying in vain to reach the teeth, or the catwalk, or Beatrice... anything. When the doctor grasped onto the tongue, she tried to push against the gums. But her foot just sank into putty like flesh... and the tongue began to split around her fingers. More tentacles began to wrap around her body, prodding and pushing against her thighs, her back, her abdomen.
"Malleable... like I wanted..." Dr. Metzel whispered to herself.
Saliva was soaking into her labcoat... her clothing underneath... it... burned.
Her eyes shot open in realization. "Beatrice! The cells! They're working beyond expectation!" She shrieked out, turning with a manic look on her face- tears forming in her eyes. "The Asset's body has become- become-"
There was a snap... and a sickening crunch.
..............................................................................................................................
Happy Halloweeeeeen! All thirty-one days of October is the time to celebrate!!! Woohoo!
Even if the Christmas stuff is also popping in. But hey, if they can get hyped for that- I can celebrate this! Woohoo!
Welcome to Aloween 5! My fifth year in a row of a month of erotic horror themed drawings and stories or essays! XP
And this year- we're going classic! Back to some of the first things I loved to draw as a wee one. Dinosaurs! Roll back the clock to the dawn of time, eh?
This year, there will be various vignettes of differing tone and protagonist. But, they will all be centered around the consequences of Dr. Metzel's experiments at the IBIS corporation. So lots of dinosaurs, lots of vore, and lots of hunting! There will also be revisitations to the Thousand Young from last year- and- Submissions!
Not a contest, but I am taking submissions from you all- the fans and friends- and going to be posting them during Aloween! Stories, drawings, both- anything and everything!
Now, in order to be reposted here- the submissions have to be new dinosaur themed content. And at least tangentially related to the experiments of IBIS. But beyond that- go hogwild! it doesn't have to be canon to the outbreak that will be detailed here- it could be kidnapped humans experimented on, intelligent dinosaur anthros cloned in the labs, bio-weapons, anything! And fetish content can vary as much as you want too! Breeding, Vore, Transformation, Body-Horror, and such are the themes of this Aloween- but feel free to do something different! I've already got a couple I'm excited to share after I've gone over them and made my own little additions : >
Happy Aloween everyone! And welcome... to umm... something about Jurassic.... Worlds?
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Oh my. So if I wrote a snippet for you, you would do art to accompany it?
If it's going to be a dark story. I was thinking of a massive fatty being feed to a dino. Like she knew too much, so she was force fed to immobility and made into a feast.
Oh! How about the spitter dino, but instead of spitting poison, it spits a formula that causes an allergic reaction that bloats up the victim till they explode!
If it's going to be a dark story. I was thinking of a massive fatty being feed to a dino. Like she knew too much, so she was force fed to immobility and made into a feast.
Oh! How about the spitter dino, but instead of spitting poison, it spits a formula that causes an allergic reaction that bloats up the victim till they explode!
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