Meta Experiments 5 (inflation)

The Lab: Day One: Pregnancy

“Well well well.” the man chuckled. “Well, well… Well.”

Absol looked up as the human looked at his computer. Her fur was still slightly damp from the washing, which had essentially entailed the man using his computer to force her to walk alongside him while they moved through the facility to rooms that were like shower rooms, but more like an artificial downpour room with a large circular ‘shower head’ built into it, and room around the edge of the square room to move around. There were some that were private, and others that were decidedly less so.

She knew it was one of the tests when the man stood her before one with a glass door and one with a sealable metal door. Considering the test about privacy, being a test, the dark type was willing to take several minutes to decide. The human’s patience was strong. She was wondering if he would put his helmet back on at some point.

She had eventually chose the private shower, looking at the available things for cleaning. It looked like the touchpads that ran up the walls for all heights, pokemon or human were lighting up. She looked over herself, seeing that her fur was perfectly white under the thick blue juice that almost entirely covered her. So she set the shower thing to as many hours as was allowed—three, it seemed—and just let herself soak for a long while under hot water. The juice was entirely out, but Absol then sat in silent meditation, eyes closed, listening to the sound of the artificial downpour.

Outside, the human had his arms crossed over his armored chest as he watched the footage from the hidden cameras in the ‘private’ shower chamber. The two showers, placed inconspicuously in the middle of the rest of the showers that weren’t bugged. However, judging from the way his test subject was pointedly doing as little as she could. Being as uninteresting as possible, taking as long of time as she could…

He did find it interesting that she meditated, though. If she remained calm, she believed she might find a way out, or a way to break him. She wanted to go to war against him; A war of the mind. Sighing, he took his helmet and put it on, tuning into her thoughts once again. She would not be able to know he had it on him.

Thoughts slowly floated through the screen on his visor that displayed them. They were thoughts of home, thoughts of anywhere but here. He took the helmet off quickly, the dose of guilt tripping far too powerful this time.

After the pokemon was clean, he led her back to the room, sealed it off again, and now the human was commenting on something he saw on the screen.

“Well, well, well… Well well… Well.” he said.

Absol looked up as the human looked at his computer. Her fur was still slightly damp from the washing. She shook herself yet again as she waited for the man to elaborate on whatever he was saying.

“It looks like we have our first commenter.” he proclaimed, pointing to the screen. “And it is a request for a ‘bum inflation’.”

The absol’s eye twitched.

“Which, of course, we will be doing eventually. We don’t have the means of accomplishing it in an easily reversible or temporary way, but we’ll get there. I am thinking by day five. That is after today, and the next testing day, day three.” he continued, picking up a syringe filled with something.

Absol stepped back as the man moved to his computer. “I will need you to be perfectly still and cooperative for this.” he said, typing a command into the computer. As soon as he hit the enter key, the absol found herself rolling onto her back and becoming as still as stone, exposing her belly and privates.

“This is the pregnancy expansion.” he stated, observing the syringe while Absol could not even move her head, only her eyes. “What this means is that we will be injecting this into your uterus. No, it is not semen. They are microscopic triggers that act in a similar way. It reacts with the eggs waiting to be fertilized and activates them. The small mechanical devices will edit the code of the egg so that the rapidly generated fetus will not be a functioning organism; Merely… A doll, of sorts. No mind, no heart, no lungs. It will grow a young absol body that cannot qualify as something alive.”

Absol couldn’t help but try to think of ways out of this. She couldn’t think of anything she could possibly do if she could only move her eyes. “Finally, there are more microscopic machines in here. These prompt your body to release more eggs into your uterus, prompting further expansion until you burst.”

Absol didn’t know why, but this particular position was beginning to make her feel defeated. She was about to be violated, and this time, when she was healed up, she would be looking at what could possibly qualify as her own children, and they would not even have the capacity to live. That, and while she was old enough, she certainly was not ready for it. In her mind, she knew nothing this vile man hit her with was going to hurt as much as this one did.

She felt tears come to her eyes as she watched the man with the syringe, and there was no doubt that he saw those tears. He couldn’t meet her eyes this time. Yet, he knew it was necessary for him to continue to make the testing continue. And he needed that.

When he injected the fluid into her, it didn’t hurt very much. It felt like a painful prick, but it was hardly a waking surgery. He simply directly injected it into her body, violating her in the process. He backed away and turned off the previous command on the computer. This freed her up to scramble to her paws and look apprehensively at her belly.

“It won’t be immediate.” the human assured her as he stood by his computer and waited. Unhappy, the absol was as gentle as possible in her movements. She knew this was going to hurt a lot, and she didn’t want to burst again…

”But maybe… she thought to herself ”If I were to attempt to give birth, I could forestall that burst. I could stop it from happening by making the… machines inside me run out.”

It took a full minute to begin. Absol prepared herself to try and stop herself from popping, to defeat the game she was forced to play and disturb the system. When she suddenly felt sick, she knew it was beginning. Pressure began in her belly and she suddenly felt a drain on her own body as her belly began to bulge. She grimaced. One on the way, and if the human was to be believed, many more would follow.

She watched her belly until it stopped growing, signifying the completion of the fake-kit. Despite the rapid growth, it seemed to be occurring one at a time. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to push.

The human, for his part, blinked and pulled his helmet on to glean the pokemon’s intentions. Once he read that information, his hand moved towards the computer keyboard as he considered stopping it.

Then Absol roared at him, whipping her head towards the surprised human, baring her teeth. Not now, she was saying. Not this time.

She continued to try and push, lying down in an opportune way despite her six inch-belly almost getting in the way. It was very difficult; the pokemon had never given birth to a child before. She had no experience, and her body itself was probably not prepared to eject a child with ease.

She tried for two minutes, and felt like she was making progress, before the pressure began again. Another egg of hers had been attacked and changed, forced to grow into a fake-kit. Absol grunted in exertion as the pressure hit her and her belly visibly began growing again. The first child was on its way to be born, her desperation assisting her in the action.

Her belly reached about ten inches outward before she felt some real progress. The fake-kit she had first grown in her belly was going to come, and she pushed with all her might.

Several pushes later, she had ejected the fake-kit on the ground. Turning to look at it, she saw that its eyes were closed and its body resembled a baby absol perfectly, but she knew it would never be alive. But she knew she couldn’t dawdle and stare; The next body was ready to be ejected.

This one seemed to go a little easier. It was still extremely difficult and exhausting, and already the absol was sweating. The pressure began again, this time only a minute in, perhaps less. The machines in her body were picking up the pace, and so she would have to follow suit. The third small body in her uterus completed its development before she was able to push the second one out of her. She squirmed to her paws for a moment, shifting herself a few feet forward as to not be forced to have an obstruction, and tried again.

The next fake-kit came and was done with its development twenty seconds before she could birth the third. She gritted her teeth. Not only was the torture speeding up, her birthing process was slowing down simply due to how much energy it took, and possibly because she was losing energy because her body kept having to somehow generate the children.

She took a deep breath and pushed, the third fake-kit safely out of her body. Then she whined as the fifth fake-kit made its appearance and began to grow. She collapsed again as she began pushing as hard as she could, pressing the piece on her forehead into the solid surface beneath her as she attempted to drown out the immense pain that came with everything she was doing.

The sixth kit began growing before the fourth was out of her body, and her belly had gotten to thirteen inches away from its starting point by the time she got to subtract six again. She yowled as contractions ran through what felt like her entire body. She pushed like her life depended on it, which it would have if she were a normal pokemon.

The seventh kit suddenly appeared while her belly was still at twelve inches, with more on the way. Sliding herself forward somewhat to avoid having no more room on the outside of her body, and grinding her headpiece on the ground to find some other pain to focus on, Absol continued to try and push. Again, she was slowing down.

The eighth kit appeared before she could get rid of the fifth, and Absol shuddered as she forced herself to give birth to the fifth fake-kit and reduce some of the pressure mounting in her belly. She continued going through labor, the fifth fake-kit proving difficult to push out. Once her belly was at eighteen inches, she finally succeeded in birthing and reducing her belly back down to roughly twelve inches.

This process continued on until the dark type was running out of energy. She felt like collapsing, and her belly had gotten to the floor as her expansion accelerated as her birthing process decelerated. Finally, she could not take anymore as her belly started swelling at a quick rate, and she collapsed (as much as possible) onto her side, her face covered in sweat from the exertion.

She got larger than she expected, almost a foot larger, in fact. She had a moment through the pain of her belly getting ready to split open to wonder if her body had reacted to the pregnancy material that was injected into her. Her belly burst, sending the fake-kits piling around her and the blood starting to spread; she was bleeding more than she had the other times, perhaps due to the repeated births. As she started to fall unconscious this time, the heal pulse began, pushing every offending element out of her body, including the stuff making her repeatedly generate fake-kits. Blood on her underside and with a heavy heart, she staggered to her feet.

She wobbled in place as her energy continued flowing back to her thanks to the heal pulse, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the ‘dolls’ meant to take the place of living embryos. They were properly formed baby absols, closed eyes, etcetera… She blankly walked over to one without blood covering it and nudged it with her nose, just to make sure… There was no warmth in the body whatsoever, clear evidence that it had never been alive in the first place.

“...Do you want to get cleaned up again?” the human asked quietly, holding the tamato berry in his hand.

She was too busy staring at the surrounding objects, her eyes in a blank state. The psychological toll of this particular episode must have been devastating to her.

“...I will let you recover, first.” the human decided, sitting down.