Mini-Story: Military Experiment (Rapid/Hyper Preg) (Patreon)

Military Experiment

Sasha had not even been in the room where the top-secret weapon at her military base was tested. She was in the corridor outside, the only woman nearby, and thus the only one to be truly affected by its strange and non-replicable side effect. At first Sasha was merely sick. She assumed it was from overwork in trying to make officer, but within a few months, Sasha’s stomach was so large as to be utterly unwieldy, and her breasts had grown considerably to her embarrassment, becoming sore E-cups that were pushed up by her burgeoning belly. It became incredibly clear she was pregnant, and not naturally so at that. An investigation was launched into her conduct that mortified her, but ultimately concluded that the military experiment in fact was the cause.

A wide-band field centred on her person had seen her eggs impregnated by the DNA of every single military male and female on base. This from a population of 54,926 active duty Soldiers, 13,493 Reserve Components and Temporary Duty students, 14,036 civilian employees, 6,054 Contractors, and 18,808 active duty family members. All in all, nearly a hundred thousand sources of DNA, with a little over an estimated 13% of these impregnations leading to twins or even greater multiples.

The experiment’s expanding field meant that the first of her babies to develop were from DNA closest in proximity to her. Much to Sasha’s embarrassment, this meant she was not only pregnant with the babies of the experiment technicians, but also that of her boss, and her boss’s boss, and a whole host of officers superior to her in rank. This meant each of them were now taking a personal interest in the contents of her increasingly enormous womb.

Just behind those babies developing were ones belonging to her fellow military peers, mostly male, but also expanding out to include their wives and even – in a few embarrassing case – some co-workers’ parents. Sasha was even growing twins belonging to her boss’s twenty year old son, and would eventually birth a whole squadron of kids belonging to the visiting Australian air force members.

And of course, every single active duty soldier on base – all 55,000 of them - now knew she was knocked up with their babies. To her dismay, most of them found humour in the matter, and there were even bets as to how ‘virile’ some of them were when it came to how many babies they had knocked her up with as a by-product of the test. As far as they knew, the once put-upon Private Buckley was the winner, now a celebrated individual for somehow giving her a set of quints. The amount of jokes she overheard due to her incredibly condition was horrific, but many other soldiers and officers treated her with pity, and perhaps worst of all, some utterly fetishised her unnatural pregnancy and continued to try to talk to her, going so far as to rub her overly-full belly or get permission to sit in while she birthed a child belonging to them.

Sasha was mortified by these reactions, not to mention how she was constantly prodded, poked, and studied over by the military’s scientists. She had no idea how to tell her family that her military service she was once immensely proud now consisted of being an experimental broodmare with a ludicrously overextended, constantly churning womb. Especially when she began to go into labor at 10am each day, delivering nearly a hundred babies in the following five hours. At the current rate of delivery and growth, the lab technicians estimate that poor Sasha would go on to gestate slightly over 184, 000 babies, giving birth to approximately twenty per day over the next twenty or so years. A full time job being nothing more than a military broodmare, when she'd previously she'd been working as an ordinary military aid upon base. A significant career change, even if she technically was on the same base still. Now she would give birth for five hours a day every day. She could only be thankful that the strange device had caused her gestation to be so rapid that her belly didn't get too big. That was to say, not so big she couldn't still waddle awkwardly around on bad, even if it did account for over half her body weight at all times, and even more so when birthing.

All because poor Sasha walked by the wrong room at the wrong time.