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“Welcome, I take it you’re the Turk that Hojo messaged me about. Reno, is it?”
“Yep, I come bearing whatever the hell this is.” Reno sets the briefcase that’s been attached to his wrist for the past five hours down onto the scientist's desk. Whatever Hojo had deemed important enough that he’d demanded Reno literally be locked to the damn thing was starting to make his wrist hurt. He jingles the handcuff chain as a not-so-subtle hint that he’s ready to get this over with.
The man he’s reporting to, only referred to as Zenith from what little information Reno had been given prior, thankfully pulls a small silver key out of his desk drawer, inserts it into the restraint, and frees Reno from the briefcase. He examines the numerous bottles and jars placed into their reinforced casings while Reno tries to rub the feeling back into his wrist, “Excellant. These are some exceptionally valuable samples and he reassured me that someone of your quality would keep them safe.”
Reno nods, not one to care much for preening when it comes to the Shinra science-types. Anyone who’s in constant contact with Hojo is someone he wants to keep things quick and to the point with. “Nice, well. Nothing's broken or leaking out everywhere so if you’d just sign the release document, you can go back to whatever it is you’re doing in this asscrack of a valley.” That was the other annoying thing about this mission. Having to fly all this way way out to some desolate, scraggly looking forest and not even being able to keep his mind off of it being flying the chopper- some random grunts had been assigned to fly it for him, and he gets antsy and pissed being this far from Midgar and not in total control of a situation.
Zenith sets a jar containing an alarmingly blue substance down on his desk and pulls a thin packet of papers free from the briefcase, “Yes, I’ll admit the ambiance here leaves something to be desired,” he says as he flips through the papers. He looks to be searching for something specific, probably making sure Hojo didn’t fuck him over somehow. Gods these Eggheads are exhausting.
“Everything is accounted for and in order, so I suppose I won’t keep you from your normal duties any longer than is needed,” the black haired man sits back down at his desk and pulls an expensive-looking dark purple pen out of a gold stand attached to its wooden surface. But instead of signing his name he lets the tip of the ballpoint hover over the document’s dotted line, and turns his attention to Reno, “But before I sign, there’s another, small matter that I need your assistance with.”
Shit, he should’ve known there’d be a catch. Reno narrows his eyes and frowns, “Whatever Hojo or those papers say about me, I’m not here to do grunt work for you.”
“Oh no, I have plenty of help for that sort of thing. This is the type of situation I need a Turk’s special set of skills for,” Zenith smiles in a way that feels as purely professional as one can get, without an ounce of warmth behind it, “We’ve recently noticed some strange activity in one of our warehouses, and I’ve narrowed it down to an unaccounted asset that needs to be tracked down and recovered post-haste.
“You guys work with this stuff every day, why can’t you deal with it?”
“Because I can’t risk an unknown subject being severely injured or even killed due incompetence, and this way none of my staff will have to delay other important matters to deal with it. You are a professional, aren’t you?”
“Of fucking course I am,” Reno seethes, and snatches up the baton on his belt. This guy wants him to track down some monster for him? Fine. It’ll be a good way to wake up before he flies back anyway, “As long as it’s not a pain in the ass, I’ll deal with it.”
“Well that remains to be seen, unfortunately. But I’m sure it won’t be anything too taxing for you.” Zenith stands and quickly ushers Reno to follow him out of the office, “I promise, as soon as it’s in our hands you can be on your way. I’ll even write a letter of excellence to your department chief.
We wouldn’t be able to do this without you, after all.”
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Zenith ends up leading Reno to one of the facilities many warehouses, as according to their last sighting it’s likely it’s found itself a nook to hide in somewhere inside. He leaves Reno with a handheld cage to use for capturing whatever the hell this thing is courteous, “Good luck,” before shutting the door behind him, and letting the lights in the building turn on. Reno snorts but readies his weapon anyway, and begins to scout the area.
It’s a big space, and it takes about ten minutes of wandering before he hears a noise that can’t just he written off as whistling pipe or shifting scaffolding. It comes from near where he first started, and he creeps along the endless rows of wooden crates and metal boxes boxes so as to not give his position away. Whatever it is is making an ungodly squelching noise every few seconds, and Reno prays this thing won’t leave him a mess.
He finally gets close enough that he knows the creature must be just around the corner. He lowers his body into an offensive positions and braces himself for whatever he’s about to find. A rush of electricity flows through his body and into his weapon, and he smirks as the scent of ozone begins to rise around. He moves to strike and-
He stopes before he can bring his baton down with a deadly sneak attack. His entire body freezes, and he almost drops the cage onto the ground.
“What the fuck.”
Instead of some deadly or annoying beast to take his frustrations out on, what stands or, sits before him couldn’t even be classified as a general nuisance. It’s a ball of Slime, as pink as the doughnuts they sell in one of the Shinra cafes and about the size of the volleyballs they have in the gym. It doesn’t really even react when Reno jumps out at it, it just ‘sits’ there and slowly keeps rising up and down, up and down.
Reno laughs in disbelief, “Are you fucking kidding me? This is the little fuck you couldn’t ‘risk’ trying to catch yourselves?!?” He nudges at the blob with his shoe and it doesn’t react save for making some gurgling noises and a few bubbles rising up to its surface. It doesn’t look like the Flan’s he’s usually tasked to deal with, but there can’t be that much of a difference between the two types; mostly that this one seems to not have an aggressive drop in its body.
“Alright you pile of mucus, we’re just gonna take this nice and slow…” Reno carefully sets the cage on the ground and slowly, quietly extends his electro-rod. If the slimey blob is anything like the handful of Flans he’s dealt with in the past then Reno would rather take things slow and not be stuck having to clean pink gunk out of his equipment. He keeps the electricity tuned to the lowest setting and gives the mass a light tap. It wiggles like gelatin that’s been popped out of its mold but doesn’t move otherwise. He taps it again, no response. Two more nudges and the damn thing still won’t budge.
Reno’s eye twitches and he can feel his patience running thin, “Screw this shit, I’m not waiting all day,” he snaps, and decides to kick things up a notch. Reno turns the charge up by two whole settings, and instead of just a gentle poke he rams it so hard into the blob that the tip pierces past its thin moist layer of protective ‘skin’.
And oh, does the Slime move then.
The volleyball-sized monster creates a powerful suction within itself to rip the baton out of Reno’s hand, and then forces it right back out of its body with a deadly amount of power. The force is so strong that the weapon clatters against the wall all the way on the other side of the warehouse. Reno’s not the fastest Turk for nothing and he goes to grab the gun from his holster, but Slime still manages to be faster and it launches its squishy body directly at his chest. Reno slams into the ground and while he’s got a hand on the grip the Slime is pinning his arm to his chest.
It’s as if instead of oozing pink gunk the Slime were made out of pure muscle; it’s far stronger and heavier then Reno would’ve ever guessed from something so simple and silly-looking. It takes all his strength and energy but before it can squeeze itself any tighter against his body, Reno manages to turn the gun away from his own body and fires twice. The recoil is a bitch and knocks the rest of the air out of his lungs, but the sudden noise and heat spook the Slime enough that the Turk can shove it off and scramble to his feet. He has only a moment to consider his options- try to catch this thing or run for the door. His gun is ruined now thanks to being submerged in Slime and his baton is still a good thirty feet away, “Fuck this, I’m not getting my ass handed by ball of snot!” Reno yells, and in a rare moment of reason he sprints towards the door. If he can get out at least he’s got option, he can either reorient himself to deal with this little fuck or tell Zenith to shove all those samples up his ass before as he flies out of here.
Electricity crackles around him as he prepares to make a final dash towards safety, but as his foot lifts off the ground the Slime rockets itself into his back. He slams into the ground, and the charge surrounding him dissipates with a sad poof!
This time the ball of gunk doesn’t take any chances. It puffs up and violently shakes its glistening body until four baseball-sized globs break away from it. Each miniature Slime targets one of Reno’s appendages, coating his shoes and gloved hands in a thin layer before rapidly expanding and adhering his limbs to the concrete floor. He tries to tear and kick his arms and legs away but it’s like trying to pull away from cement on the verge of hardening.
With the Slime’s heavy weight pressing down on his back, he’s essentially been trapped, condemned to lay prone on his stomach and be at the mercy of this creature.
“Goddamnit,” Reno curses as he tries to find a better angle for his head. It’s still letting him breathe but, most easily. He can’t see the pink Slime from this angle but he can most certainly feel the heavy weight of it pinning him to the ground. It seems to have calmed down as well. He can feel it vibrating slightly through his uniform and he hopes that means it won’t kill him immediately. It slowly shifts its way all across his back, as far up as his neck and then back down to his lower back and ass. As if it were looking for something, or assessing its catch. Reno lays there for Gaia knows how long with just the sound of his labored breaths and heartbeat to fill the silence.
Eventually the Slime decides on its next course of action. It once again wiggles furiously for a moment before there’s a soft plop! and suddenly there’s the smallest Slime ball Reno’s seen yet in front of his face. It’s about the size of a strawberry and doesn’t move, just giggles in place like it’s waiting for its cue. At the same time the main Slime begins to make all these strange gurgling and sizzling noises, and Reno groans when the skin underneath his shoulders begins growing cooler and wetter by the second. “Great, now this thing’s dissolving my clothes. Tseng’s gonna pitch a fit if I go back to the office naked again.” The Slime continues to do away with large patches of Reno’s clothing, and the smaller blobs quickly take care of his gloves and shoes and socks as well. At least it doesn’t seem to have any interest in burning his skin off, yet.
But then there’s a sudden shift on his back, and Reno feels the Slime slowly makes its way down South, and towards his ass. More of his clothing dissolves within the bright pink ooze and it’s not long before his entire lower back and behind are exposed- some of it even crawls beneath him to get at the front of his pants. Reno yelps when he feels it starting to do away with his underwear, “Hey, get away from there! I’m not letting you get anywhere near my pussy!” He heals angerily, and tries to shake the creature off his body as best he can. But it’s of little use and after a moment, from his thighs and all the way up to his neck he’s left completely exposed.
Once his clothing is cleared away the Slime takes another moment to assess the the restrained Turk. It enlarges its gelatinious form until it’s able to drape over Reno’s ass and genitals entirely, engulfing them within its mass though it doesn’t him breach him just yet. He whimpers and shivers at how cold it feels against such sensitive areas on his body. It’s almost like it’s trying to chart its next course of action. After some deliberation it starts by gently spreading his ass cheeks apart, and Reno cries out when something like a tentacle begins to slowly make its way inside, naturally living Reno up in the process. It actually doesn’t feel all that dissimilar to some of the toys he’s used before and once it’s reached about two inches it begins to pulsate going from thick to thin to thick again in a kind of manner that makes Reno’s toes curl. It continues with this until it deems he’s being opened up enough, and then all of a sudden the tentacle begin thrusting in and out of ass, like the most otherworldly anal sex he’s ever experienced in his life. Reno tries to shake his head and stop thinking about how good it feels, but it’s hard not too when the goo is able to hit so many spots that normally would make him want to arch his back and beg for more. He bites his tongue to keep from moaning.
“Fuck, guess it wasn’t looking for a meal,” He says through gritted teeth as his entire body rocks from the motion, letting the Slime drive even deeper into him, “This guys are raising some horny-ass Slimes!”
Despite trying to fight it, the Slime can tell Reno’s starting to subcomb to the pleasure it’s enducing, and it lets out a crooning trill in encouragement. He’s already soaked from the Slime itself but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel his the folds surrounding his slit growing swollen and tender from the need to be touched and pleasured too, though with his hands bound all he can try for is grinding against whatever friction the inside of this creature can offer.
It’s not long before the Slime is practically slamming its tentacle impossibly deep into Reno’s ass, and to his dismay he can feel his heart racing and skin crackling from an impending orgasm. This is the last situation he should be expecricing this kind of pleasure from but he can’t help- one particular harsh shoves makes him arch his back and scream as he cums the best he can. He rides the waves of this climax until he’s left panting and with limbs that can’t hold his weight up any more, but his restraints take care of that for him.
As Reno comes back down from such an unexpected peak, he fails to notice the increase in the pressure surrounding his crotch. When he squirted inside of the Slime it flipped a switch in its unnatural brain, and while it continues to gently stimulate Reno’s sensitive hole it sets it sights on a new opening- the one that’ll do nicely for its true purpose. Much like with his ass the fiend forms an appendage similar to a tentacles within itself, and with its abundant librication begins to make its way inside of Reno’s aching slit. It pushes deeper and deeper inside of him until it finally reaches his cervix, and begins to vibrate once more. Except this time it doesn’t begin thrusting in and out as the last one. It stimulates Reno, flooding his body with endorphins and so, so much pleasure that all he can do is hang his head and whine like a puppy. But then it keeps going, it begins pushing and pushing at its cervix with an unrelenting force until eventually, the pressure on so many of his nerves and glands is too much and Reno comes once more, and the tentacle forces its way deeper inside.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” Reno’s entire body is an oversensitive mess and he knows now that there’s something wrong. The slime continues forcing its way deeper into him until with a loud gasp, he feels it nudging something new. It’s difficult form this angle but when he tilts his head, he can just make out something bulging out in the slighted way where his stomach is. Where his womb would also happen to be. His eyes widen in disbelief. No, there’s no way, it wouldn’t-
All at once something warm and heavy sets itself right by Reno’s naval. It makes that spot slowly grow heavier and warmer, and to the redhead’s horror he realizes that some of the weight is starting to lift off of his lower back each time more goes into his stomach. He twists his neck as far as he can to with the hope he might be wrong but nope. He watches as each Slime slowly pulsates, and each time it appears smaller then the last. The Slime is entering into Reno, pushing itself into what he can only guess is his womb
“No no no!! Get the hell out of me you mother fucker!” The Turk thrashed around as wildly as he can, eventually getting the Slime to pull its appendage out of his ass while it hisses angrily. It’s not happy about its prey fighting back. It slams into him roughly in a similarly violent manner as before, and Reno chokes when it sends a massive amount of itself pouring inside of him.
“Hey, no you-!” Reno tries to scream but he’s cut off when the tiniest Slime ball suddenly shoots towards his mouth, and lodges itself around his lips. It’s sticky, sugary body acts as a perfect gag, and forces Reno to calm down and breathe through his nose to not suffocate. Everytime he swallows some of the saliva pooling in his mouth it’s has a distinctly candy-like taste to it now, and he hates that it’s both good tasting and actually refreshing for his hoarse throat. It’s not helping much with how much energy he’s lost though, and he’s finding it hard to resist this at all anymore.
With Reno’s rage smothered quite severely, the Slime puts its focus back on forcing its body into Reno’s. It’s getting way smaller now, the equivalent of a softball spread out over his lower region versus being double that size just minutes earlier. Reno can feel his once flat stomach slowly swelling utward by the mass settling inside of him. The pressure is building within him with each spurt of Slime into his expanding uterus, and his hunched-over positions means it’s only easier for gravity to pull his new occupant down and make him feel even heavier.
It takes what feels like an agonizing amount of time for the entire ball of Slime to finally finish entering Reno; it celebrates one last surge of itself to be pushed into the Turk with loud pop! and a gurgling noise from deep within him as the entire creature settles back together. The goop still attached to Reno’s hands and feet come ‘alive’ and use a surprising amount of strength to twist his body around so now while he’s still attached to the floor, he’s able to be seated at least. The gag around his mouth also detaches itself, but it squirms down Reno’s throat before he can try to stop it, leaving more of that candy taste in its track. He can’t even find it in himself to focus on the fact he just swallowed a monster, now with what lays before him.
The front of Reno’s shirt is just barely hanging on for dear life, not just from being partially dissolved but from how tightly it’s being pulled by his now very round, very plump-looking belly. Reno looks like he’s pregnant by at least a few months which, isn’t all that much of a shock given where he suspects the Slime ended up. He can also feel all the dense weight it used to subdue him as well, and every few seconds his stomach moves and jiggles as if he’d been pumped full of water. The pressure is also immense, and in a strange sick way he wishes his hands were free right now, just so he could see what it feels like. It’s certainly making him feel like he just swallowed an entire turkey dinner whole, with a jello mold for dessert.
“God, how the fuck am I gonna get this thing out?” He wonders out loud, not knowing where to even begin. Hes still reeling from the entire event, so much so that he fails to notice when the door he’d tried to escape to so long ago slides open with a soft rush of air. The sound of rubber-soled shoes hitting the concrete grow louder and louder, and after a moment he realizes that Zenith is standing before him, donning his lab coat and a pair of black latex gloves.
“I see that you’ve become throughly acquainted with my test subject Turk,” The Scientist leans down and takes Reno’s face into his hand while shining a penlight into his eyes, “I have to commend you for putting up a longer fight then I originally planned for. Though, in the end the result would always be the same.”
“I should’ve fucking known one of you Shinra psychos would behind this.” Reno spits angrily at the other man, wrenching his face away from his grip when tries to examine some of the Slime left on his face, “Why the fuck did you call me all the way out here, when you could’ve used one of your own for your sick experiments?”
“Is it really such a surprise? Your department has a reputation for strength and endurance that’s at the level Inwould need for this to be successful, and it’s not been tainted by Mako. Professor Hojo agreed that one of you would be perfect host body, and he was correct.” Zenith assess Reno’s lymph nodes and uses the stethoscope around his neck to listen to his pulse for a few seconds, and he nods approvingly. Still a strong, steady heartbeat. The Slime doesn’t seem to have impeded any vital systems, which was improtant if he wanted this to be a Live study.
“But why…… why the hell do you need anyone for… whatever this is?”
“My current research is on Slimes, most notably their breeding and nesting behaviors; both as a single organism and in a group setting. One thing we’ve yet to record is them breeding a subject as large and complex as a human, and I wish to rectify this.” The dark haired man leans back and scribbles some things down in a small notebook, before sliding it and his other tools back into various pockets.
“Now, let’s give you a proper look.”
From his coat pocket Zenith pulls out a scalpel, and slices away what remains of Reno’s clothing. His poor shirt rips away in a spectacular fashion as each strained button pops free, giving Reno his first proper look at what’s happened to him. The Slime inside of his womb has swelled him up so much it looks as if he’s managed to swallow a whole volleyball. It jiggles and wobbles from the creature's constant movements but remains a near-perfect spherical shape. Reno’s usually pale skin has turned bright pink from the pressure inside of him, and his naval has never felt so uncomfortably sensitive. He wants so desperately to rub at his aching skin and try to sooth himself but his hands and feet are still stuck fast to the ground, rendering him completely immobile and helpless.
“You see, Slimes enjoy two things- space, and heat. Over time they’ve learned to convert and morph their bodies in such ways that they can create the perfect host from just about anything organic. The human body is a good starting point but, they know it can be vastly improved upon. As do I.”
More gurgling noises arise out of Reno’s stomach, and he moans as the Slime once again contracts and expands itself rapidly within his womb for a few seconds. Then a moment later another gush of warmth floods into his intestines and stomach. Zenith places both his hands on Reno’s abdomen and smirks when he feels the tiniest bit of growth within the potbelly the redhead is now sporting. It’s slowly but surely working its way into his body, just as the scientist was hoping for.
“Right now, the Slime has finished evaluating and selecting you as its target in Stage 1, and has moved onto what I’m calling Stage 2 of this ‘transformative’ process. We’ve been feeding it a steady diet of sucrose and glycerides for the past three months, as its natural instincts dictate it to store great quantities of, and now that it’s deemed you a suitable, low risk host? It’s using them to prepare your body for what’s to come.”
With both gloved hands Zenith squeezes Reno’s belly, ignoring the Turks strangled yelps and the slime thrashing beneath him. He presses, and presses, and presses until eventually the Slime fights back against his force, and it does so by suddenly ballooning in size. Zenith eases off on the pressure just enough to feel Reno’s stomach bounce back to a noticeably larger size than before as the Slime lets loose another deluge of its fattening nectar all throughout him. It’s so intense that for a moment Reno’s entire body tenses up, and then he’s shrieking and shaking all over from the force of the orgasm that has him squirting all over the floor, “And that fluid you feel is what it shall use to ensure you’re the perfect size and environment as its new incubator.” Zenith scoops up some of his ejaculation and chuckles when he sees a hint of pink already staining the clear fluid. It’s not a clean sample but he still pulls out a small vial to store some of it anyway; it’ll be fun to take a peek at, and act as a good enough baseline until they get things started properly.
Between fighting earlier and experiencing such an intense, mind-shattering orgasm as this just was, Reno feels like he’s truly lost every drop of energy in his body. Even without being restrained he doubts he could actually go anywhere right now. He can only lay on the ground as Zenith radios for some assistance and feel his Slime settle back down from its sudden manhandling and juicing inside of him. It was so intense that Reno swears he can taste some of the sacrinely-sweet substance on the back of his throat, and gods he could for some water right now. If his tongue didn’t lay in his mouth like a piece of lead he’d ask for some, but Zenith is too preoccupied with directing his two assistants where to pour a strange silver liquid on Reno’s hands and feet to notice the pleasing look in his eyes.
He can feel the hardened slime quickly dissolve thanks to whatever the substance is but Reno doesn’t get a chance to try and stand or sit up on his own. The three men immediately lift him up and place him on a gurney he hadn’t heard them wheel in. They waste no time strapping him down with leather restraints, getting IVs poked into both of his hands and attaching half a dozen sensors to his jiggling mass. Reno is also still completely naked but he could care less about modesty right now. He can feel his eyelids growing heavier by the second. The straps offer him just enough freedom that he can move one hand to press against the side of his belly and gingerly caress where a darker pink stretch mark is starting to form on his skin. He can feel a strange vibrating sensation deep inside of him as well, and Reno realizes his touch is making the Slime purr. He presses his fingers down harder and the sensation intensifies. It feels soothing in its own strange, slightly disturbing way, and it’s not helping Reno stay awake.
Just before he’s wheeled off into his new existence, Zenith cups his cheek with one hand and places another on top of Reno’s stomach. The lack of stress on Reno’s face and the Slime’s instinctual response to soothe its incubator is already remarkable progress. He can’t wait to see how the two will interact with one another as they get settled into the temporary space he’s set up for this stage. He smiles at Reno, not with warmth and comfort but with pride and self-satisfaction, “Do not worry, we’ll keep you nice and sedated until everything is settled. Just let your body and new occupant do as they must, and this will be a smoother experience for all of us.” And as the sound of creaking wheels and doors opening take over, Reno lets himself fall back into the soothing, inky abyss to sleep his worries away.