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The Tank

The Tank
- Author unknown

1.
Chris Redfield’s mind crept towards consciousness. It was as if he had been asleep for a decade, neurons slowly firing up one after the other. Eyes still closed, his body stirred, each leg feeling oddly unrestricted, as if he were hovering above his bed. An appealing desire urged him to drift back off, but he couldn’t. It was as if he was being pulled, ripped from his slumber by force. The part-lucid agent somehow sensed that all was not well. With his head slumped forward, his eyelids slowly peeled open, and the surprising sensation of luke-warm liquid washed over his eyeballs before they had a chance to focus on anything. Some sort of tube part-blocked his fuzzy vision, but not enough to fully obscure his naked, hovering body. The colour of his skin was washed-out by the blue tint of whatever it was he was floating in, which also filled his ear canals. He blinked hard a few times as he lifted his head, trying to sharpen the picture, feeling the rush of water through his hair as he did so.

‘This is definitely NOT my bed’

Fully alert now, Chris found himself suspended in a cylindrical glass tank, not much bigger than himself, it’s illuminated floor panel casting shadows from each of his bulging muscle groups up his full length. Arms pulled up over his head, his hands were out of sight, buried to the wrists inside two projections jutting from the steel lid of the chamber. He could see now that the tube in front of him led down from it to a breathing mask covering his mouth and nose, and that more wires and tubes where connected to some sort of metal collar clamped around his neck. With the world beyond the glass hidden thanks to an opaque screen, Chris tugged vainly a few times on his solid metal bonds, and after two or three firm kicks at the glass, decided instead that searching his last waking memories would be a more productive way of figuring out what the hell had happened to him.

His thoughts rushed back to his last mission, a sneak attack by him and Alpha team on an Umbrella base hidden beneath the Atlas Mountains. Fresh intel had indicated that a new bioweapon had just been completed there, and that a clutch of north Korean generals were about to arrive to inspect the prototype. After a carefully-aimed missile strike had opened them up a neat new entrance, all seven had descended on ropes from the chopper, sand swirling around them as they had disappeared into the concrete gash beneath it. Guards fell like bowling pins in a torrent of laser-guided shots, their blood spraying the walls as the team penetrated deep through the corridors, planting C-4 charges to set off later in every laboratory they passed. All up to that point had gone as planned, and their main objective now lay in sight. The bioweapons lab at the very heart of the complex. Blast-proof and deceptively small, it’s entrance lay at the far end of the passage, across a steel catwalk no more than a man’s-width. Silently, Chris gestured with his fingers for the rest of the squad to take up positions, and then moved slowly out across the dark void isolating lab to reach the control panel sitting atop a steel post beside the door.” I hope to hell this works”, the agent muttered under his breath, Looking down at the stolen security code written on a pad on his forearm. Panting and with sweat beading on his forehead, he firmly tapped one number after the other into the glowing blue keys. Inputting the code however was having a quite different effect to the one he intended, one that Chris would only remain oblivious to for a few more seconds. In a control room buried even further inside the base, a computer screen sprang to life, prompted by the agent’s finger falls, and by his whispered optimism.

*VOICEPRINT AND DNA PROFILE CONFIRMED…#REDFIELD.C# IDENTIFIED…

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“Good evening……my old friend”, came the smiling welcome of the computer’s one-man audience. Two flashing words on the monitor lifted the man’s grin even further.

#INITIATING PROCEEDURE#

Just as Chris tapped in the last digit, the whole panel flashed a violent red and died, and the light casting down onto the catwalk from above suddenly extinguished too. Fearing the worst, he turned to flee, but before he could hit his first stride, a steel blast door dropped hard over the exit, cutting him off from Alpha team and leaving him in total darkness. His laser sight was now the only source of illumination, but the sound of his heavy breaths was quickly joined by a whole range of mechanical noises. A panicked shot rang out as the green beam reflected off something metallic moving fast through the air towards him. Too late he worked out what it was as a robotic arm clamped onto his waist, followed quickly by more on his arms and legs. They held him there, struggling but still standing on the catwalk, as two more of their number approached. One arm pushed a needle into his neck, extracting a blood sample from him with surgical precision, while the end of another seemed to envelope the whole top half of his skull, its flat, finger-like projections taking a firm grip. Chris bucked against his attackers, enraged by his confinement, but all protests would soon end as the device on his head initiated. “GET THE FAAAAAAAAAuuuuaaaaaa…….”, came his weirdly distorted protest, the words bending and stretching as the machine powered-up. Electro-magnetic waves washed over his brain, filling his cranium with a dizzying buzz. Emotions and memories overlapped and crashed with each other in his head, spilling across his mind’s eye in a disorganised mess as the device fucked his neurons. Groaning Zombies, screaming Majini, soldiers, guns, bombs, all of it recalled at lightening-speed. In amongst the torrent, his one last sane recollection before blacking-out was the echoing sound of his pistol clattering to the floor beneath him.

‘Captured…..DAMN. Alpha squad………………fuck, they must be dead……..and what the fuck was that thing doing to me?’, Chris puzzled with a mixture of anger and bewilderment, looking around the chamber. He didn’t have long to dwell though. With a hiss of hydraulics, the screen sheathing the tank began to lift. Starting at his feet, light from outside slowly climbed up his body with the rising shield, making him wince as it fell upon his face. After taking a moment to grow used to the glare, he could finally see what awaited outside. A long, curving desk sat ahead, with countless wires and cables snaking away from it, some converging on the base of the tank, and others it’s top. A small army of technicians sat behind it, smartly decked-out in white lab coats and totally absorbed in computer read-outs and paperwork. Their faces were unfamiliar to the agent, but the face of the man in a long black coat standing at the centre console was most definitely not.

“Rise and shine”, Albert Wesker whispered, staring impassively at the glaring agent with his red eyes as ever concealed behind shades. Without breaking out of his stare-off with the defiant agent, his gloved right hand dropped gently onto the shoulder of his seated chief scientist, making the nervous man flinch. “Start the procedure”, came Wesker’s calm, ice-cold command, prompting a flurry of switch-flicking and touch-screen manipulation. Some of the tubes snaking up towards the tank’s chunky steel cap twitched and shivered from the rising pressure of whatever fluid they were carrying. A stinging in his neck beneath the metal collar had Chris’ heart pounding as he realised it wasn’t flowing into the chamber, it was flowing into him!

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“Nothing yet”, said one tech watching read-outs on a screen. “Raise the flow rate to 50%”, Wesker ordered impatiently, making his team leader look back at him. “Already sir?, his, his system might not be able to cope.” The worrisome tech stuttered. “Oh, he can take it, i’m quite sure of that” Responded the villain, every word dripping with self-confidence. Floating in water, all Chris could hear of the conversation was vague muffled noises, quickly replaced in his attentions by the tingling sensation now growing in his body. “Hang on, we’re getting something”, the head scientist declared, leaning in expectantly towards his monitor. Every head in the lab darted up as Chris suddenly bucked in the tank, his back arching until his eight-pack stomach was pressed against the glass. Convulsions rippled through his whole musculature, his legs drawing bubbles from the water as they thrashed about wildly. “This shouldn’t last long sir. Once the virus and nutrients have saturated all his tissues, it’ll stop.”, came a reassurance from the technician to his boss. And right enough, it did. A calm quickly settled in the chamber once more, giving Chris a chance to slow his breaths.

“What the hell was that??”, he panted into the breathing mask, misting it’s inside. Although his body had stilled, his skin now itched with a deep heat, as if a blazing fire were casting its energy on him from all around. Chris didn’t think it possible that a man could feel stifled underwater, but there it was. The itching only grew stronger, the fluid suspension having no quenching effect at all despite it bathing him fully. A thousand tiny midge bites tormented every inch of him, making the agent struggle with a desperate need to scratch himself all over. He even tried pulling his knees up to his torso, futilely attempting to rub his front. And then he spotted it. His pecs.

‘What the…’

He swore that he saw them swell just a little, just for a moment. “It’s starting”, the smug scientist outside boasted as he watched Chris staring intently at his own chest. ‘There it is again!, what the fuck!?’, he panicked as a second wave of growth inflated his already impressive pectorals. Then another, and another. Other muscles now. His deltoids, his biceps, his thighs. They all slowly swelled, with the growth seeming to ripple outwards from his core. “Hmm, the effects are occurring far more slowly than our models predicted”, Mumbled the tech behind his desk, prompting a lazy roll of Wesker’s head towards him. “Why do you always keep me waiting Dr Smith?”, He prodded with fake annoyance, drawing a knowing smile from his employee as he recognised the implication. “Understood sir…….going to 50%”. More and more of the potent agent coursed into Chris’ bloodstream, making the arteries beneath his skin bulge as it compelled his body to stack itself with acres of new muscle. His neck thickened, Shoulders broadened, and limbs beefed-up until they looked ready to burst. And to top it all off, the mystery substance was about to perform one more stunning transformation.

‘JESUS CHRIST!’

Chris stared wide-eyed at his groin as his manhood stirred of its own volition. In five seconds it was at full mast, standing proudly to attention with its broad pink crown. But it didn’t stop there. Without pause, it continued to engorge, rising out from its hairy anchorage. It’s trunk widened, covered as it was with thick meandering veins, each heavily laden with virus-packed blood to deliver to his erectile tissues. Chris threw his head back, knocked sideways by the spine-tingling nerve impulses pouring from his ever-increasing shaft.

4.
A tugging at his scrotum alerted him to a growing weight within, his balls also receiving the virus’ gigantifying effects. Swelling to the size of softballs, they strained their sack, hanging low against Chris’ over-bulked thighs. On top of that, his glans was now as broad as his own head, sending out a squeaking noise from the tank as it was pushed firmly up the glass by the lengthening of the pillar it crowned.

‘ENHANCEMENT COMPLETE’, flashed bold green letters on the monitor, the computer automatically ceasing the flow of liquid to the tank now its work was done. “Magnificent”, smiled a satisfied Wesker, his eyes rolling over the super-man he had just created, eventually meeting with the man’s hate-filled eyes once again. “Huh, and still so defiant…. some things never change. Well, now that he’s ready, i think it’s time he was introduced him to a new friend.” Chris was given no time to grasp what had just been done to him. Noises above now drew his gaze. Just forward of his head, a CD-sized hole in the chamber’s lid had unlocked, it’s doorway dilating like a camera aperture to allow something in. A few moments of aching silence followed, leaving the hero’s nervous, unblinking eyes to await whatever new torment was inbound.

A movement. Something dark was at the threshold. Another few seconds passed before it’s hesitance subsided and it made itself known to the horrified agent. “Holy Shit!!”, he yelled into his mask, as the unmistakable form of a thick, oil-black tentacle curled its way out of the pipe. Bodiless, the four feet of appendage cleared the aperture just before it sealed again, glancing off Chris’ hyper-enlarged dick as it squirmed eel-like through the water to the chamber’s floor. Silhouetted by the neon glow beneath, the leech-like appendage circled the tank, prodding the glass and winding around itself below Chris’ feet to gain a sense of its new environment. What this foul mutant had in store for the human watching it slithering he dreaded to think, lifting his dangling feet a little to avoid giving it the opportunity to show him. “Oh, that won’t do you any good my dear fellow”, whispered Wesker, and he was right. The tentacle my not have been able to see, but it had other senses aplenty. Its head suddenly halted mid-movement, turning upwards towards the heat, scent, and electrical field pouring off the enlarged form above. Chris had no desire to meet with it’s rising snout, and went to lift his legs up further, but found that the huge new bull-glutes that had blossomed out of his pelvis were pushing him forward, leaving him without enough space to pull his knees up.

It was futile anyway. Chris knew that. He was sealed in with the thing. But his defiance had still prompted him to stave off as long as he could the sensation that was now creeping over his right foot. He tried to kick it away, but its stretchy length snaked up his ankle with frightening speed. With dark skin as slick as a bar of soap, it’s journey up Chris’ thigh was equally effortless as it sought out the prize it’s instincts were driving it to find. “ah- uuhh, god, not there!” the agent groaned, shaking his head in despair as he watched the head-end make it’s first turn around the base of his cock. It hugged the broad column’s skin tight, corkscrewing its way to the top. “You see?, keep them hungry and they’ll waste no time”, Wesker crowed, reminding his genetic engineers of the good advice he had given them earlier. Like a boa constrictor preparing to swallow its prey, the appendage brought its head around and levelled it with the tip of Chris’ bloated glans, but instead of opening up to engulf it, it’s tip elongated to a point and darted into the slit. “FFFFUCK”, Chris threw his head back so hard it almost tore free from his neck. Being boneless and almost infinitely malleable, the tentacle could make it’s warm flesh as hard as leather, or as yielding as gelatine, and was now putting that talent to good use on the agent’s massive member.

5.
With his shaft wrapped from it’s hilt to the rim of it’s cockhead in rubbing, stroking coils, and it’s slit allowing entry to more and more of the same probing tentacle, Chris could barely draw breath. The new size of his cock amplified all the ministrations being performed upon it ten-fold, making his eyes roll. “My my, getting excited are we?”, Wesker chuckled, watching the rising heart-rate reading on the monitor. The way the appendage totally engrossed itself in gaining the agent’s seed made it look to those outside more like it was mating with his dick than servicing it. A full ten inches of it’s tip were now pistoning in and out of his urethra in perfect time with its external massage, for a moment knocking all the logic out of the poor hero’s tormented mind.

‘Keep it together Chris, just hold on…”, he willed himself, screwing his eyes shut. But the starving creature was unrelenting, and would not be denied a meal. Its actions only grew more intense with time, savagely raping his hard-on until the conflicted agent was at the very edge. “NNO!, FFF-FUCK GOD N-NNOOOO!” came his muffled scream as a torrent of semen flooded from his upgraded balls, rushing up his cock to meet the now wide open orifice straining it’s insides. Seed-filled gulps bulged the tentacle’s flanks as it drank its fill of the longest orgasm Chris had ever ejected. So full and high pressure was it, that some of his spunk managed to push its way around the swallowing limb, falling as a milky cloud through the water of the tank. By now the eyes of every man in the room were dry from lack of blinking, so transfixed were they on the surreal sex act playing out before them. All of course except those of Albert Wesker, who continued to watch with a god-like, impassive expression on his face. “There we are, that wasn’t so bad now was it?”, he purred as Chris’ tensing form finally slumped. His calm was to be short lived however, for the mutant still clinging so purposefully to his genitals was now stirring in a new and bizarre way. The top two feet of it uncurled and began trembling in the water, its flanks rippling with muscular contractions.

“Is..is it dying?”, Hoped Chris, watching as it convulsed wildly. His hopes though were soon dashed, thanks to the bulge developing on the tentacle’s side. The polyp swelled with every spasm, projecting away from the skin to the point where it suddenly became horribly clear to Chris exactly what it was. “Oh god”, he muttered, emotionally exhausted by the sight of a second appendage springing from the first. It grew at incredible speed, quickly matching the other in length and girth before popping free of it and sinking down to the tank’s floor. “Congratulations, it’s a boy”, Wesker declared darkly, much to his employee’s pleasure. This new abomination copied the actions of its parent, and proceeded to climb Chris’ leg, but its final destination proved to be a quite different one. A choked gasp escaped the agent’s lips as he felt his glutes being parted by the burrowing limb. He clenched his sphincter hard, determined to at least stop this invasion if nothing else, but it too proved futile. The appendage simply changed the shape of its tip, lengthening and narrowing it to slip through almost effortlessly. Once it had made this first breach, it was only a matter of increasing its thickness again to throw his rear entrance wide open.

Uneven groans issued in a long stream from Chris in response to the disturbing and unfamiliar feel of a tentacle secreting itself inside him. Distorting and bending to get its full four feet in, Chris could see his eight-pack bulging from the appendage filling his passages beneath. His ring sealed neatly behind the vanishing tail, only to open wide again a few moments later. A foot of it protruded out and then shot back in, fucking Chris’ hole from the inside and matching the rhythm of the tentacle now recommencing it’s activity on the poor man’s cock. Joined by some telepathic link, they worked in unison to coax another life-giving orgasm from out of his fast-replenished loins.

6.
All too soon for Chris he came again, blasting his potent sperm into the ravenous monster’s waiting maw. Once more a new tentacle sprouted from it’s side, followed after a third orgasm by another, these two latching themselves onto Chris’ nipples to stimulate him still further. A solid hour of milking commenced, with a new appendage forming with each bone-shaking climax until the bottom half of the chamber had filled with their dark forms, all writhing around each other within a misty layer of spilt cum.

Chris by now had long since given himself over to the obscene pleasures being inflicted upon him, welcoming the nerve-burning sensations that had corrupted him totally. “That’s the ninth one sir, that should be enough for us to work with.”, the chief scientist said leaning up to await Wesker’s decision. “Hmm, lets round it up to a even number shall we?, and let him have just a little more fun. Then we’ll bring this amusing dis-”, The villain was cut off mid- sentence, as flashing red lights and alarm klaxons filled the room. ‘INTRUDER ALERT, LEVEL SEVEN SECURTY BREACHED’, came the computer’s emotionless warning. Soon after, distant gunfire could be heard approaching the lab. “Ah, it seems we have company gentlemen. If you don’t mind, i think i’ll make a discreet exit ahead of you. Collect up the new samples and follow me to the helipad”, commanded the blond, before shooting at cheetah-speed through the emergency escape tunnel. They did as ordered, fearing Wesker’s wrath far more than even the fire fight growing near in the corridor outside, but they were not given the time to carry those orders out. Orange and yellow flames erupted into the lab as the main doors were blown open, followed swiftly the by a hail of bullets. Fleeing scientists tumbled over their desks in a bloody mess of lab coats and computer screens, with sparks raining down on them from damaged equipment as they fell.

Almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. The lab fell eerily silent. Still but for the tumbling clouds of smoke. Even the tentacles feeding from Chris had frozen, somehow sensing a danger. Dust-heavy, the smoke quickly thinned out, revealing to him a group of shadowy figures pacing carefully through the doorway. It thinned still more, allowing him to read the words emblazoned on one half of the wrecked door that had been blown inwards by the C-4.

LABORATORY 4 - HUMAN SUBJECT CLONING

A horrifying realisation come upon him as the man at the head of the team emerged first into the light. A man staring back in shock at him….…with the same face as his own.

Chris Redfield………….the REAL Chris Redfield.

The End.

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