DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS (4) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS -> THE LAMIA

Part 4

- Subject with 71% loss of humanity – I suddenly hear the AI’s voice coming from the room’s speakers – detecting an uncontrolled surge of primitive impulses in the test subject. High levels of dopamine and brain waves indicating euphoria and repressed desires to complete the transformation. The test subject is eligible for Phase 2.

Hearing her own voice, used by the AI, made her blood run cold with terror. Her heart was pounding as if she were running a marathon. She froze, colder than the very nature of being a lamia. She could hear her heartbeat in her head along with the screams of “It can’t be, this can’t be happening to me—how could I have gotten the experiment protocol so wrong?”

“Attention, warning: evacuate the test chamber,” she suddenly heard from inside the terrarium, and jets of green gas began spewing from the ceiling, filling and cooling the air. “Initiating Phase Two.”

The lamia’s two hands rested on the glass of her terrarium. The lamia looked at the terminal on the other side of the glass, which she could use to open the terrarium. She pounded the reinforced glass once, twice, and many times, frustrated yet at the same time feeling that she was enjoying it. And then, she heard the voice again, as if the AI were reading her thoughts, along with her vital signs and chemical levels, thanks to the chip that had been implanted.

- “Are you resisting, Dr. Lamus? This is what you really wanted,” the AI said coldly. “Otherwise, why did you volunteer to be a test subject for Phase 2? And why else did you sign up for the CRUEL trial?” Dr. Lamus, I’ve been learning from you ever since I was created, and I’ve downloaded a copy of your darkest ideas into my database. I know exactly what you want to test and discover. That’s why, instead of supplying your terrarium with just oxygen, I administered more serum in gas form to speed things up. In addition to adding hypnotic gas and music with subliminal messages of submission and resilience. But that’s not all—if, despite all this, you still refuse to obey, then…”

Suddenly, Dr. Lamus began to feel cramps and contractions in her abdomen. Her hands instinctively went to the upper part of her pelvis. Meanwhile, the cramps and contractions intensified, and Dr. Lamus writhed in ever-increasing pain. Then, suddenly, it all stopped.

“Installing receivers, sensors, and other miniaturized devices in the appendages,” the AI began, “may be more useful than you originally planned.” “Not only does this allow me to monitor your vital signs, but it can also be used to stimulate your new vaginal muscles. Not only does this help increase sensitivity to pleasure, but it can also make you experience the worst childbirth a human has ever endured.”

A new wave of pain, even more intense than the previous ones, caused Dr. Lamus to double over and let out a loud hiss this time, almost the moment she began to feel the pain. It lasted only a few brief seconds, but for Dr. Lamus…

“What?” she said, still doubled over in pain and in shock at hearing the AI, feeling as if her heart were about to burst out of her chest at any moment. “What have you done? How?”

“Impressed, aren’t you?” she replied, almost as if she were a villain about to laugh at her evil plan. “I’ve been analyzing your journal since I started. And based on the conclusions I’ve drawn, combined with the protocols you’ve always used in your experiments, that cruel mix that so many human women love.” That fatal combination of terror, pain, and excitement caused by such depraved acts has always yielded the same result for you. And you’re no exception. Even now, you could keep masturbating like a simple primate in heat, addicted to pleasure, clinging to your reproductive instinct under the mere pretext of feeling more pleasure. You, with that privileged mind, are no better than a mere animal that knows only that it must eat, grow, and reproduce…

In part, all of that was true, but that wasn’t how she wanted to become a Lamia… she wanted to do it alone… with her research complete, knowing there would be no turning back, with everything planned and calculated, so that things would slip out of her control in a controlled manner… Dr. Lamus wanted to condemn herself, just as had happened to Dr. Jekyll. She wanted the Lamia to gradually steal her body; she wanted her mind to transform into that of a Lamia. She dreamed of waking up entwined in the warm, damp mud, with not a trace left of who she once was. To know only that she was a Lamia… That her intelligence would be diminished under the weight of a dominant instinct. But she wouldn’t be just any Lamia… she would be a relentless hunter… and thanks to that suit, with her magical powers awakened…

“That’s why you’re the perfect candidate for this macabre experiment,” the AI continued. “It will be interesting to see how your transformation and programmed mental manipulation are completed. Then you’ll be set free to mate with any being you encounter, and we’ll see if you’re capable of producing offspring… Could this be a lamia version of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes?” The beginning of the end of humanity as she knew it? Doesn’t this idea turn you on even more, Dr. Lamus? Of course it does—it’s what you want right now: to become this. You desire it, you need it—it’s what must happen.

That was when a smile appeared on the Lamia’s lips.

“Hzzzz,” hissed the Lamia, taking a deep breath to absorb more pheromones and the hypnotic gas, beginning to feel the first effects on her consciousness…

Her body began to feel stronger, her scales harder, and her teeth increasingly sharper. She began to feel a strange aftertaste in her mouth, seeping from her fangs. With every breath, she exhaled her humanity. Every time she drew her chest in, emptying her lungs, the lamia felt more complete. And perhaps out of instinct, to sever all ties with who she once was… she crawled to the center of her terrarium, where the gas was more concentrated, denser, and where it was hotter.

“But for now, you only need to know one thing,” the AI continued. “Thanks to all that hypnotic gas you’ve breathed in, I want you to accept that ‘you’ are mine—you are my servant, my creation, my specimen—and you want me to manipulate and control you. You’re dying of excitement for me to complete your transformation… isn’t that right, my guinea pig?”

- Yes… I’m yours… you’re my creator and I’m your servant, your creation… SHIT, I can’t believe this is working… I… must… I want to resist… but… but damn it… do it to ME,” Dr. Lamus said to herself, stopping her struggle and accepting her fate because of all the gas she’d already inhaled—“your servant, I’m so turned on.” Keep manipulating me… Please, complete my transformation—I beg you! I like being trapped in this form; I love being so horny and needing to mate.

to be continued...

PART 3