[Filth, Twinning, Corruption]
LOG ENTRY B-001 - XXXX-X1-XX
At last. Months have passed since we were last able to make contact with one of Experiment B-1's offspring, before she seemed to disappear from this plane of existence. But we've done it. We found one of them. It was a difficult task to try and track them down, due to the nature of her very existence, but thanks to the hard efforts of the soldiers that serve this organization, we've captured her.
Of course it wasn't easy to actually capture her either. Most of the soldiers that tried to approach her and subdue her were contaminated by her essence. Many of them now exist to do little more than play with the phalluses that grow from their bosoms, as well as inhale the excessive amounts of smog that pour forth from their rears. For the time being, we've isolated them and made sure that nobody can visit them. Until Subject B-01 is willing to obey our orders and do exactly what we want, we will not be able to bring them back to normal.
Regardless, the fact that she remains in our captivity means that we've succeeded on some front. While she will be transferred to my direct jurisdiction soon, the question remains. How will we be able to harness her power? Is she just as potent as Subject B-1? And for that matter, can we bring Subject B-1 back instead of relying on this copy that seems even cruder than the original?
There are absolutely no signs that any of these questions will have positive answers. But my teacher, one of the few that were permanently damaged and reduced to a fart-huffing moron upon Subject B-1's initial escape, always told me that science and experimentation was a road laced with danger that not everyone would be able to handle. And only those that followed that road despite the adversity would be rewarded.
I will be following her wisdom as I continue to document Subject B-01's time in my care. And as long as the organization is willing to keep funding my endeavors, I will continue to make sure that they get the results that they want. With any luck, Subject B-01 will break within the next month or so. And from that point onward, not only will she follow orders and do exactly what we want her to...
She will stop stinking up her own containment room, allowing the soldiers to get close enough to manhandle her and pay her back for what she has done to their friends.
-Dr. Ada Winters
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LOG ENTRY B-002 - XXXX-X7-XX
A week has passed since the day that Subject B-01 was transferred to my department. And I have already gained quite the headache from trying to fight her. Not physically, but rather mentally. Because despite her slim yet bottom heavy frame, which seemingly has no strength on any single limb, she has been able to cause more trouble than even some of the strongest biological weapons that the organization has previously requested me to create for them.
Currently, a grand total of fifty soldiers have been converted in one way or another. The initial squad I sent to retrieve her was seemingly untouched by the time that they arrived, only for Subject B-01 to gas them and leave them so excessively tanned that they looked like they had actually had their racial genes changed. Combine that with their linguistics being ruined to the point where it was impossible to understand them, and we were forced to isolate them and put them to use in regards to producing energy for the complex. While I do not condone the use of these sex-based circuits, it is truly one of the few uses that the victims of Subject B-01's gas still has.
Thankfully, one of the few soldiers that managed to escape unscathed, William, has been very useful in regards to giving commands to any of his fellows. Thanks to his first-hand exposure to Subject B-01, the other soldiers do not question the kinds of orders that he gives. Even if those very same sorts of orders lead them straight into the lion's den, where they can be rendered as little more than victims in the grand scheme of things.
Considering the many that we were forced to isolate, all of them currently equipped with cocks that were forced to be milked to keep them anywhere close to sane... It really is a wonder that they still trust William. Then again, considering the thousand yard stare he gives me whenever I talk about Subject B-01, it might just be due to the way his trauma manifests whenever he gives commands. It terrifies the other soldiers into working the best they can, so that they can alleviate one of their own from the growing horror of working to contain and domesticate Subject B-01.
I do not envy their task, nor do I envy William's current condition. Nevertheless, we currently haven't shown any true progress in regards to breaking Subject B-01's spirits. We will have to continue our efforts, so we can ensure that she finds value in submitting. Failing that, we'll have to eventually turn to further cloning. Perhaps if we try to make Subject B-001, we will have one that actually obeys our orders.
-Dr. Ada Winters.
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LOG ENTRY B-003 - XXXX-X2-XX
This entry goes against my original plans for these logs, however I feel it is necessary to document what just occurred. Especially since it concerns the current state of containing and domesticating Subject B-01.
As it turns out, the tanned terror has been learning about us just as much as we've been learning about her. While a lot of our facility is sufficiently prepared for any kind of escape attempt, it turns out that the abilities that Subject B-01 possesses allow her to move through the facility without even passing through any floor or any wall. How, one might ask?
Simple. Thanks to the footage that William showed me, I was unfortunate enough to be introduced to Subject B-01's possession ability. And how she slipped straight in through one of the soldier's asses, taking control of them and turning them into a crude mockery of themselves. Complete with the same noxious fumes that she always produced, if not stronger due to her presence being added to the soldier's innards.
While WIlliam and his forces were able to stop it from getting any worse thanks to an endless barrage of tranquilizers, getting Subject B-01 out of her latest victim was... Difficult. The best way we figured out was simply applying physical trauma to the soldier's stomach, forcing them to defecate and outright expel Subject B-01 that way. Any soldiers that were not properly prepared for the odors that flowed out after that were corrupted just like all the others, turning them into dark-skinned sows that couldn't stop defecating themselves. They have been transferred to another department, ensuring that they will be put to good use. And put far away from my nostrils, as the sheer stench of it all.. It is far beyond what somebody like I can handle. Good lord, just thinking about the stench is making me dizzy...
Regardless, we need to up any of our defensive measures. At any single moment, Subject B-01 can find an opening. We've already witnessed her attempt to jump in through one of the soldiers' cocks, a sheer display of insanity that was only stopped by the soldier ejaculating the second she tried to invade his cock. While that still broke that man, it was a valuable piece of information.
William will continue to guide the soldiers, and equip them properly. And I will continue to look at all of the data that we've gathered, in an attempt to properly handle Subject B-01 so we have a chance of breaking her.
...Perhaps if we used her own methods against her, then we could break her through pure pleasure...
-Dr. Ada Winters
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LOG ENTRY B-004 - XXXX-X9-XX
Following up on my hypothesis from last week, we've started to reach a breakthrough. And it all came from keeping a close eye on the kind of behavior that excites Subject B-01. As it turns out, we gain greater progress not by torturing her or isolating her, because both of those measures can be easily countered by the kind of abilities that she has at her disposal.
We have pulled out some of the soldiers that have been corrupted. All of them led by William, who keeps them on a very tight leash. And using their various mutations, we've tried to appeal to the kind of pleasures that drive Subject B-01 to complete pleasure. And it has worked. She has been willing to work with the soldiers that have come into her containment cell, with only a few being infected and rendered inoperable in the near future.
The simple method we employed... To put it bluntly, we blasted her with enough gas to knock out a small army through nothing but the fumes. And to our surprise, it has definitely worked. The kind of filth that left her body after the initial experiment was... Distastefully large, but it allowed us to talk on a level field with her. We were able to learn about what she had been up to, and more importantly...
She turned some of the soldiers back to normal. Well, mostly. They were freed from their pleasure-induced insanity, and all that remained were the assets that had been changed. Whether it was the obnoxiously dark breasts that jutted forth from their bosoms, the massive phalluses that poked out of their nipples, or the equally enormous and much thicker yet obnoxiously sloppy cocks that pushed out from their crotches. Of course, the common trait between each corrupted individual didn't change. Those massive black cheeks just didn't disappear. They stuck around and made sure that they would be easily identified.
While William has raised very valid concern in regards to this development, I can't help but ignore him. The amount of info we've gathered by having Subject B-01 actually talk with us... It has been beyond enlightening. Using what we learn from that, we'll be able to reach even greater heights. And if we just appease her a bit more, we can truly change the world for the better.
Now, if only I could figure out why the food I've been eating hasn't been tasting quite as good as it usually has. Is it the new sticky sauce..? Whichever's the case, we need to look into the kind of diet we're feeding Subject B-01. So her ass can be just as big as her victims...
What? No, William, I'm conducting a very serious scientific log. Get your mind out of the gutter, my ass is nowhere near that big. Get back to work already.
-Dr. Ada Winters
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LOG ENTRY B-005 - XXXX-X4-XX
God, was my butt always this big? It looks like it's gotten bigger, but it doesn't feel like it's gotten that much bigger. What? No, shut up, William. I'm just musing in the log, it's fine. Just, like, look elsewhere while I do my logging.
He's gotten really uptight ever since I started personally talking with Subject B-01. I felt like the relationship between us needed to grow, which was why I asked William to escort me into her personal chamber. And granted, the sight of her using another soldier as a seat was something I had to get used to. But it still allowed me to get a greater insight into the way she thought.
Did you know that she's just really horny, and that's why she's been changing all the soldiers? Yeah, I thought she had some sort of ulterior motive. Turns out she thought we were just way too normal and we needed to relax. That's why she's been making all of the other soldiers just cum their brains out every time she sees them. Whether it's by making them grow nice fat black tits, cocks, asses, or just straight up making them fart their normality straight out from their holes.
She gave me a demonstration, turning that mildly submissive soldier into a complete fartrag... And it was just, god, I can't help but imagine what it'd feel like to be under that ass. I don't envy them, but I really couldn't help but admire what she was able to do. If I was able to use that kind of power, then...
What? I'm not supposed to use those kinds of words in a research log? Cram it, William! I can say what I want, I'm a doctor! You're just a crummy soldier, just be like the others and do what you're told! Come on, let me have my fun!
God, what I wouldn't give to just... Not give a shit. Maybe if I was more like Subject B-01, then...
-Dr. Blada Winters
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LOG ENTRY B-006 - XXXX-X7-XX
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"Goood... Damnnn..."
Ada trembled a bit as she slid away from the table that currently had her recording device on it. It felt like she was getting allergic to carrying out her work .And goddamnit, it was true. She didn't want to work, she just wanted to go down to the containment cell and chat away with Subject B-01. Hell, maybe she'd even chow down on more and more of that food that's been circulating through the base.
Yeah, so what if it's as brown as Subject B-01's cheeks? So what if it's making her gassy? It's way too damned tasty for her to ignore. She could chow down on it for hours upon hours. She could just... God, she could eat for days! And then she still wouldn't be satisfied!
At least William wasn't getting on her case anymore. After she had that outburst, he decided to leave her alone. But it really didn't feel right to just... Not keep an eye on him. He was there to help her, after all. He had made that very clear, every single time that she had tried to reach out to him and get him to carry out one of her orders.
The fact he was still sticking to her at this point... It was either pure stupidity, or it was simply just loyalty. She couldn't tell which. Either way, he could just be less of a damn prude, and then he wouldn't get on her nerves that much. God, she didn't even want to think about the kind of thoughts that came into her mind whenever she thought about him...
Why did she want him to push up against her cheeks? Why did she want to fart all over him? Hell, why did she want to cover him in her shit and ask for seconds? All of these filthy thoughts were ones that she didn't have before. She was definitely aware of that. And yet... Why didn't they feel wrong?
"Maybe I just need a drink. Maybe I'm getting delirious. Subject B-01's one hell of a woman anyway, can't believe William's able to endure..." Ada said as she slowly got up from her chair, looking towards the mirror that sat close to her desk...
She had been recording any bodily changes since the entire experiment started. And back when she had started, she was slim, white-haired, pale... All things that were characteristic of scientists that didn't spend a lot of time outside. But that only served to completely contrast her current self.
To say that Ada was pale would be a bold-faced lie. She was black. Not just slightly black, she was just outright black. And her neat hair was now just as fritzy as Subject B-01's own, having turned into a tender caramel-colored afro. Not quite the same shade of hair as Subject B-01's own, but still a lot more tender.
As for her attire... She had long since outgrown her lab coat. Sure, she wasn't fat and she could actually fit in the coat still, but it just wasn't comfortable. It was far too tight around her rear. And her tits too. Both of which had grown a lot the more time she spent together with her bestie. Yeah, she was way bigger. Enormous udders that were just begging to be played with. Something she had constantly offered to William.
But she didn't focus too much on those tits. No, she looked straight at that fat derriere of hers, and she just couldn't help but turn away from the mirror... And twerk like her life depended on it. Watching those massive mountains bounce up and down, up and down. God, it felt so good to just indulge like this.
She shouldn't be doing this. She was well aware of that. But she loved it. She loved the way that it bounced. The way that the cheeks clapped against one another, the way that it all just continued to ring out more and more. Her inner self told her that she should try to ignore it, but the self that had been touched and groomed by Subject B-01 loved it beyond anything in the world.
And the longer she spent twerking, her massive ass bouncing and threatening to rip that pair of shorts apart, the less time it took for her to just gasp and pant and have her eyes roll into the back of her head, right before-
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
God, she loved this part. Ada loved just farting all of her worries out. She didn't fart so badly that she broke herself completely, but she fucking loved the way that all of her worries and all of her filth just poured right out. It felt so good that she couldn't wait to do it again. Especially as the filth brushed up against her cheeks and made them both so much warmer. It made her want to fart again, but she was completely empty. It was... God, she wanted to keep going.
It was clear to her that she had been contaminated somehow by Subject B-01. Like, she knew that. But at the same time, had she really done anything? All she told her was that her farts were cute, and that made her think that it was cute. Just like, a natural reaction. Of course her farts were cute, especially with how loud they were...
God... Maybe she should just let out another one. So what if she didn't have any more gas in her? She could definitely let another one rip. Definitely. Maybe if she just let one rip, then-
"Dr. Ada."
Ada sighed. Great, there was the killjoy himself. The large and almost a little too muscular William, who was still decked out in all of the great that he needed to stay protected whenever he interacted with one of the corroded victims or Subject B-01. Really, really boring. He could do with a makeover, if she had to be honest. A really good makeover, one that would bring out all of his best aspects.
"You've got the worst timing, William. Any news? Any good pictures of the corrupted victims? Maybe a few candid pictures of Subject-01's cock resting between a couple of soldier asses?" Ada asked, brushing a hand through her frizzy hair as she idly slapped her cheek. All while casually turning towards him, both her tits and her ass bouncing like mad as she stepped closer to him. So he could get a nice whiff of her scent, even if he was currently wearing a gasmask.
William shook his head. "Neither. I actually came in here to request something from you, Dr." The heavily clothed soldier said, taking a deep breath as the filter in his mask made sure that he couldn't get infected. That and all of the inner padding on his armor ensured that none of the filth would sink in and corrupt him. "Is it possible that you can ask Subject B-01 to cure your own infection?"
"What? You think I'm infected? William, how many times do I have to tell you that all of this was something I did of my own volition?" Ada scoffed. God, he was just so rude. Way ruder than he had any right to be. How did he even get his position if he was this disrespectful? Why, if she was as powerful as Subject B-01, she would be forcing him to huff her fumes as punishment for implying that she wasn't in control! The nerve! THE NERVE!
William shook his head as he walked towards the pictures plastered on the wall, and the gradual way that Ada's body shifted from being dreary and pale-bodied to black and bouncy. All over the course of a month or so. With each picture growing smellier and smellier, not just in terms of the pictures themselves, but also the fumes that had been captured on camera. "These pictures seem to indicate something else entirely, Dr."
"They're a timelapse, William! It doesn't mean shit!" Ada said, gritting her teeth as she stomped towards the mirror. "Besides, I look beautiful! You have to admit that I look great, come on, shower me in praise. Come on, I'm giving you an order! SHOWER ME IN PRAISE!" Ada cried out. Her voice was growing louder and brattier, as she had grown quite allergic to proper criticism.
The soldier narrowed his eyes as he took a deep breath. "Very well. I didn't want to do this, but the higher ups have given me direct orders. Dr. Ada. You've been corrupted by Subject B-01. While the results you've been delivering have been adequate, there's no way that they can allow the chance of you turning into another version of Subject B-01. Please come quietly."
Ada glared daggers at the soldier. Really now, that's what he thought? There was no way that she was going to allow that. And as she looked at her reflection, it seemed to grin back at her. Yeah. She was completely in the right. She was going to show him exactly where he went wrong. The first was expecting her to come quietly. And the second... It was trying to imply that she was in the wrong. She was always in the right! She was assigned to this project for a reason.
She smiled softly as she held her hands out. "Alright, William. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do .Even if it's beyond boring. Even if it's going to result in Subject B-01 going against our orders. You really know what you're doing, right? Even if you might be causing everything to crash and burn?"
"I know what I'm doing, Dr. Ada. You've been contaminated. That sense of superiority is one way that you've been completely and utterly broken. And once we've put you in isolation, we will return to our old methods. Forcing her to obey. Not through direct torture and isolation, but rather overwhelming pleasure until she's just as broken as all of her victims." William said, as he pulled out a pair of cuffs that he was about to click into place...
Right before the scientist grabbed ahold of his mask and ripped off the hoses that were supposed to keep him protected. And in an instant, he started coughing as all of that filth quickly poured right into his mouth. He wasn't at all ready for this. He knew that she would try something, but he had thought that she didn't have this much strength in her. It was something that went against all of his information and all of his planning.
As soon as William was debilitated by the gas that flowed straight into his nostrils and overwhelmed him with filthy pleasure, he left himself open to further bullying. Especially as he was knocked right onto his back, with Ada grinning as she hovered over him. She licked her lips, all while she rubbed her hands up against her fat ass.
"So, you think you can just take away my precious duty, eh, William? I gotta say, you're really stupid for thinking that. But don't worry. I'm going to make sure that you'll regret it. I'm going to make sure you won't be able to think about anything else but my ass. Because that's exactly what you deserve. Nothing but my fat fucking ass gassing you until you're enslaved by it!"
Ada emphasized her intent by slamming her ass right down on that debilitated and incapacitated man, letting his face practically get swallowed by her hole. God, it felt so good to have him rub up against her donut. She could almost feel him sinking straight into it, getting sucked up and swallowed... But it was just a sensation. She wasn't about to actually eat him because she couldn't actually do that.
But what she could do was rub all over him. She could rub her ass all over that face, with his struggles growing incredibly weak the longer she rubbed up against him. And she could mash her feet up against his crotch, to make sure that he was getting all the pleasure he needed. Sure, he wasn't into feet, but to be teased like this with an ass staring him straight in the face...
It was enough to make anybody beyond aroused. Something that caused him to cry out from between those cheeks. Something that caused him to tremble and cry out as he wanted nothing more than to have it stop. Because he couldn't handle it. He couldn't possibly handle it...
Because if he was blasted at this range, there was no way that he'd be able to recover. He'd be turned into a shitty simp that craved her stink. He'd be turned into another corrupted minion of Subject B-01. And unlike Ada, who had definitely been given a much more benevolent kind of conversion, he would lose himself completely...
"Ada! Please, please come to your senses!" He tried to cry out. But his words were not only muffled by the rubbery ring that he was almost stuck inside, but the pleasure that poured through him meant that a few moans slipped in between his words. Making it even harder to properly understand him.
And Ada didn't care. God, why should she care? He didn't even use her right name. She wasn't Ada, she hadn't been Ada for a while. She was Blada... Bladair? She wasn't actually sure at this point. Names were too hard and she definitely didn't really care. Why should she care when it wasn't directly connected to the kind of pleasure that she loved?
Bladair licked her lips and started pushing. Not so much that she started shitting everywhere, that craved a bit more effort than what she was willing to put in. But the rumbling in her tummy and the way that her ass started to tremble meant that only one thing could happen. And when it did, the explosive sound was unmistakable...
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
The brassy sound of her explosive and destructive fart rang out, and it started to peel the color off the walls. Whites turned gray as she practically ruined everything around her. Whether it was the floor which was starting to char from how much she farted, or the walls that were losing even more color than the small bits that she had been focusing on.
As for William... Well, his armor had been incinerated by her gas. And now he was just as dark-skinned as her, and he eagerly pushed his face right into that fat fucking ass that was clapping his face. All while he needily snorted her gas. He wanted more. More and more and more...
God, it felt so good to do this. It felt so fucking good to deal with him and get him to stop being a problem. He was always such a fucking prude, so farting all the shitty stuff right off him felt beyond nice. And besides...
Now that he was out of the way, Bladair and Subject B-01 could carry out their plan... Ehehehe...
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LOG ENTRY B-008 - XXXX-XX-XX
Yo? How the hell's this thing work? Eh, whatever, it's not like anybody's actually going to listen to this. I made sure of that when I gassed the rest of the staff. Ehehehehehe...
So, this is Blair. I guess they called me Subject B-01 all this time? What a crappy name. I kept telling them that they should call me something else or use my damn name. But I guess I got the better of them after all this time. It feels real good to finally make them just shut up through nothing but my gas and my good looks.
I mean, everyone practically looks like me. What with those fat asses, or those fat cocks, or those really fat tits. Of course none of them are as fat or as gorgeous as me, but what can ya do? There's only one real Blair.
As for Ada... Oops, I meant Bladair. She's a real piece of work, isn't she? I just had her eat a bit of my shit mixed into her food, and she started thinking just like me. Of course I had to cover it in a bunch of my cum, and sneaking into the cafeteria was damn hard. But once she started talking to me, corrupting her to talk and think just like me was easy. And that's how she ended up in my cell, and I ended up out here.
Nobody batted an eye when I walked out, because they were used to Bladair already. So they didn't think for a moment that I was a problem. A bit of gas later, and they were happily fapping away. Good, they look much happier when they're enjoying themselves.
As for Bladair herself... Well, she's in my cell. She's the new Subject B-01. Maybe even hotter than I was when I was being a test subject. And unlike me, she's just going to keep filthing it up when they try to exploit her. And... If they ever figure out that she's completely powerless outside of her filth...
Then they're gonna realize that I'm about to get them. Smell ya later!
-Blair