You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.

Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.

"What... What is this?" You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.

"You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

"Chosen...for this?" He shivered, not understanding at all. The four scientists in the window seemed to smirk and nod among each other before going back to their business, leaving him feeling even more confused and afraid than ever. The different monsters around him seemed eager and intent on whatever role they had been assigned for today...

"What do you mean? What is this place?" he finally forced out, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as realization slowly dawned on him. This was no normal lab, or internship...

"Ahh, that is what we mean by chosen. You see, it turns out that you are the ideal specimen for breeding with our creations." The scientist grinned eagerly as if they had just made a marvelous discovery. "Our monsters here all need to mate and produce offspring, and you're going to help them do just that."

"You see," another of the four chimed in, pointing at him, "...you are not like us. We are monsters too. But you... You have a human form, a body that our creations can easily take as their own."

The other three scientists nodded in agreement, obviously pleased with this explanation. "So, what do you say? Are you willing to help us further our research?"

"Well?" The scientist asked eagerly, noting that you hadn't responded immediately to their offer. "Do we have a volunteer for this most important of duties? Think about it, these monsters wouldn't harm you if you helped them! In fact..." The scientist gestured toward the field with a meaningful look in their eye. "...they would be most grateful."

"Don't you want to see your little offspring running around?" the scientist asked, their voice almost cooing with fake affection. "Think of the joy it would bring you!" They nodded towards the eagerly waiting monsters, their eyes shining with unnatural light as they watched Elandor'rr, obviously hoping for a positive response.

"Of course," another scientist added, "we'll make sure that you are well taken care of and protected while all this is happening." They grinned deviously, but their tone was reassuring enough to make it almost convincing. "Think of it as your new family, out here in the field..."

Elandor'rr swallowed hard, tears now streaming down his face unchecked. There was no escape; they had trapped him here and he had no choice but to comply. He nodded numbly, unable to speak past the lump

"Oh good!" the scientist beamed, clapping their hands together in delight. "Then let the fun begin! We'll introduce you to your first partner right away..."

Before Elandor'rr could react, one of the monsters from the field began to trot towards them, its slimy cock already hard and glistening in anticipation. It snorted impatiently as it approached, eyeing Elandor'rr with an almost hungry glint in its red eyes.

The scientists all tittered nervously, exchanging awkward glances among themselves before quickly turning away to pretend they weren't involved in any of this. The centaur took another step closer, its massive member swaying from side to side as if eager to bury itself deep inside Elandor'rr's tight little body.

"Now then," the scientist addressed him with what sounded

"You see," the scientist said with an air of smugness, "this magnificent creature is a half-dragon known as a draconis. It has the strength and majesty of a true dragon, but with a more...manageable size for your first time." They motioned to the monster, who let out another impatient snort before nudging Elandor'rr's hip gently with its slimy nose.

"Don't worry," the scientist continued, "it won't hurt too much at first. You might even enjoy it..." They smiled sympathetically, though their eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation as they watched what was about to unfold in front of them.

"That's a good boy," the scientist cooed as the half-dragon beast took another step closer, its long, clawed hands reaching out to cup Elandor'rr's face gently. The dragon part of it seemed to shimmer with an inner light as it studied his expression closely, its golden eyes filled with a strange mix of hunger and tenderness.

With another impatient snort, the draconis lowered its massive head until its scaled cheek rested against Elandor'rr's, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Its hot breath blew across his neck, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. With a grunt, it finally pressed forward, sliding its hips between Elandor'rr's legs and penetrating him with an audible groan that echoed across the field.

"Isn't

Elandor'rr gasped as the dragon cock inside him felt unnaturally huge and hot, stretching him impossibly wide. He cried out, tears streaming down his face as the draconis began to slowly thrust its hips back and forth, driving deeper with each stroke.

Around them, the other monsters watched eagerly, their eyes gleaming with hunger and anticipation as they waited for their turns. The scientists looked on from a safe distance, occasionally exchanging knowing glances but otherwise leaving the intimate act between Elandor'rr and the draconis to play out on its own.

"Oh, this is going to be delicious," one of them purred, rubbing their hands together in eager anticipation. "I can already taste it..."

Meanwhile, as he was taken by the half-dragon monster, Elandor'rr couldn't

As the draconis continued to take him with powerful thrusts, Elandor'rr felt himself growing weaker and more disoriented by the minute. The pain was excruciating, and yet somehow it also made him feel a strange sensation he couldn't quite place... A fluttering in his lower abdomen that seemed to echo every one of the monster's thrusts.

The draconis moaned loudly, its hips moving faster now as it neared completion, its scaled cock seemingly intent on leaving no part of Elandor'rr's body untouched by its heat and size. As its pace became more frantic, the other monsters began to grow restless, their cries filling the air and urging the draconis onward in its conquest of Elandor'rr's body.

"Oh, dear," one of the scientists gasped

"It seems our little friend here is rather receptive to his new role," another scientist commented with a satisfied smirk. "I wonder how many offspring this will result in?" They watched the pair intently, their gazes unreadable as they studied Elandor'rr's reactions and the draconis's increasingly frenzied movements.

The monsters began to growl and snap at each other, their eagerness becoming more apparent with every passing second. They shuffled nervously in the dirt, their massive bodies flexing and tensing as they waited for their turn to mate with the human-shaped vessel that had been provided for them.

One of the scientists glanced over at Elandor'rr and frowned slightly. "He seems to be struggling," he observed. The others turned to look at him, their interest piqued by this unexpected development. "Per

"Well, he is rather small," one of the scientists pointed out, "I doubt he's used to such... enthusiasm." The others chuckled darkly at this observation before falling silent again, watching the draconis continue its relentless assault on Elandor'rr.

"Perhaps we should intervene," one of them suggested hesitantly. "We don't want him damaged beyond repair, after all." The others exchanged glances but said nothing, leaving it up to the speaker whether or not they should actually step in and put a stop to what was happening.

In the end, another minute passed before anyone made a move. By then, the draconis had finally reached its climax, its massive cock throbbing inside Elandor'rr as it emptied its seed deep within his body. With a loud snort and a satisfied grunt, the half-dragon mon

"Well done, draconis," one of the scientists called out. "Very impressive." They motioned for another monster to step forward, a hulking figure with the lower body of a lion and the torso of a man. The lion-man gave Elandor'rr an approving glance before nudging him forward gently with his massive head. As the draconis slid out of Elandor'rr, leaving behind a thick trail of sticky seed, the lion-man pressed himself against the still-weeping human, positioning his cock at the entrance to Elandor'rr's body.

"Alright, pet," one of the scientists said reassuringly, "just relax and let him do his thing." They petted Elandor'rr gently on the head as he shook with silent sobs, tears streaming down his face unheeded.

One of the scientists glanced over at him, concern in their eyes. "You know you don't have to go through with this, Elandor'rr. You could refuse..." They paused meaningfully, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.

The other monsters continued to watch eagerly, some growling or snorting impatiently as they waited their turn to mate with him. The lion-man hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the scientist's words and unsure how Elandor'rr would react.

Elandor'rr closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the monster behind him and the cool air on his tearstained face. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he gave a single defeated nod. "I'll do it," he whispered hoarsely.

One of the scientists nodded slowly, relief flooding their features as they turned back to observe the proceedings between Elandor'rr and the lion-man. The other monsters growled again, more urgently this time, eager for their turn to mate with the human being they had been promised. The sound echoed through the field, a primal chorus demanding completion of the act that had begun.

The lion-man groaned and began thrusting into Elandor'rr's body, his powerful hind legs propelling him forward with each stroke. The human's back arched involuntarily, grunts and moans escaping his lips as he was taken roughly by the monster. The air filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, wet animal noises mingling with Elandor'rr's desperate gasps for breath.

Time seemed to slow down as

one, the scientists watched with detached interest as their experiments continued to play out before them. Their attention shifted between each of the monsters and Elandor'rr, making note of every thrust and grunt, every expression of pain or pleasure etched onto their faces. It was fascinating, in a sick sort of way.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity but was likely only minutes, each of the monsters had taken its turn with Elandor'rr. The scientists watched as he lay there, limp and used, his body shuddering from time to time as aftershocks of pleasure or pain rippled through him. They exchanged satisfied glances but remained where they were, giving the exhausted group a chance to recuperate before moving on with whatever came next.

One scientist idly checked a clipboard, making notes on each monster's performance while another adjusted

It's the next day, and the results are in. The scientists congratulate themselves on another successful breeding session. They've managed to impregnate all of the monsters with your "seed," and they eagerly await the hatching of their new experimental offspring. As for Elandor'rr, you're left to recuperate in a cold, sterile room filled with beeping machines that monitor your vital signs. The scientists have assured you that you'll be taken care of...for now.

One scientist approaches you hesitantly, looking unsure of whether they should be doing this or not. "Elandor'rr... I know what we're asking of you is difficult, but it's important research. It could change the world one day." They pause for a moment, then continue awkwardly, "We appreciate your cooperation... and we want to make sure you're taken care of. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"Ah," the scientist replies with an understanding nod. "Take your time to process things, we'll leave you be... but just know that you're not alone in this. We're here for you." They exchange a look with one of their colleagues before leaving the room, promising to check back later.

Another scientist, one who hadn't been part of the initial group but had heard about your... unique situation, enters the room quietly. They approach you hesitantly, taking a seat in the chair beside your cot. "Elandor'rr," they begin softly, "I understand this must be very difficult for you." Their tone is gentle, almost sympathetic. "But I can assure you, what we are doing here is important work. It may not seem like it now, but in the future, it could make a real difference."

They pause for a moment, gathering their courage before continuing, "And if you ever need to talk... or just someone to listen..." They trail off, leaving the invitation hanging in the air between you.

"Elandor'rr?" the scientist says softly, a note of concern in their voice. "I realize it must be hard to talk about this... but please know that you're not alone. If there's anything I can do to make your situation easier, or if you just need someone to listen, please don't hesitate to ask."

They pause again, then add more quietly, "I understand it must feel like you have no control over your life right now... but remember that what we're doing is important. Your role in all of this may seem small, but every little thing makes a difference."

Another scientist shakes their head in disbelief at your response and turns to the first one. "I told you he was hopeless." They sigh and walk away, leaving you alone with your despair. For now, it seems as though there's nothing anyone can do to reach out to you. The only thing left to do is wait for your time of delivery... and hope that the next subject proves more cooperative.

One of the scientists who had shown you kindness earlier notices your despondent figure wandering aimlessly through the halls and hurries over to intercept you. "Elandor'rr, wait!" They say urgently, taking hold of your arm. "Look, I know it's tough right now, but just hear me out..."

They lead you aside to a quieter corner of the hallway and lower their voice, leaning in close as if sharing a secret. "I understand that this all seems hopeless... but trust me when I say there is hope for you. There are things we can do, options we haven't discussed yet." They glance around to make sure no one's watching before continuing, "If you ever want to talk about them... or if you just need someone to listen..."

The scientist stares in disbelief at your harsh reaction, taken aback by your hostility. They stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or say next before finally turning and walking away with a shake of their head. "I guess some people just aren't meant for hope," they mutter under their breath as they disappear down the hallway.

Meanwhile, you find yourself in a quiet laboratory, examination tables scattered about and various pieces of medical equipment laid out nearby. It's eerily calm compared to the breeding facilities where your new "friendships" were formed. A scientist approaches you cautiously, their expression full of concern. "Are you okay?" they ask gently. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."

"I... I don't know," you stammer, struggling to find the words to express what you're feeling. "Everything just feels so wrong, you know? Like there's no escape." Your voice cracks on the last word, and tears begin to well up in your eyes. The scientist hesitates for a moment before moving closer, offering a comforting smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I understand how you feel," they say softly, "but you don't have to go through this alone. We can help you." They glance around again, making sure no one else is nearby, before continuing in a lowered voice, "There might be another option for you... something that could get you out of here and give you a fresh start."

Your heart races at the possibility of escape. "What is this other option?" you ask, hardly daring to hope. The scientist hesitates for a moment before continuing, "There's an ongoing study about reversal effects in our experiments. They think that exposure to certain chemicals might help reverse some of the changes we've made to your body." They pause, their gaze searching yours, and then add carefully, "If you were willing to participate... there's a chance it could restore your humanity. Give you back your life."

The words hang in the air between you, hope and fear blending into a heady mix that leaves you reeling.

"You don't have to make this decision right now," the scientist says gently, falling into step beside you as you wander through the halls of the facility. "Take your time, think about it... and if there's anything you want to know or talk about, please feel free to come find me." They offer a reassuring smile, hoping that some small part of their kindness might break through the despair that currently shrouds you.

"Ah," says one of the scientists in charge, spotting you as you enter the room, "it looks like we have another potential volunteer." They motion for you to approach the werewolf experiment. As you do, they explain that it's part of an ongoing study into lycanthropy and possible treatments. Your presence would be greatly appreciated in helping them further their research.

The words are softly spoken, but there is a note of authority in their tone that leaves little room for refusal. It seems that your fate has been decided once more; you will become another participant in the monstrous experiments taking place within these walls.

"No, no," the lead scientist reassures you, "his life won't be meaningless if he should pass on. Everything we do here serves a greater purpose, and every death is another step closer to unlocking the mysteries of our world." They nod meaningfully at this statement before adding in a quieter voice, "But that doesn't mean it will come to that. We have medicines and treatments that can help sustain even the most afflicted of our subjects... as long as they remain useful, of course."

There is a calculating glint in their eye as they say this, making it abundantly clear what sort of leverage you might have if you choose to play your cards right. The choice, ultimately, is yours.