lChapter 1: Waking Up
Trevor felt groggy and weak as he was suddenly snapped awake by a mechanized voice. It was clearly designed to sound feminine but its synthetic tones only made Trevor feel nervous as he heard, "Cryo chamber A-01 is depressurizing. Subject's heart rate is abnormally high at 90 bpm, however, E.E.G and B.P are within expected ranges." Trevor meekly rubbed the grime from his eyes and checked his surroundings. He was upright at about a seventy-degree angle, laying in a soft red leather padded pod, but clearly imprisoned. A thick glass pod door kept him confined, and a layer of frost on the inside kept him from peeking outside his confines. Though Trevor remembered what his father told him, always assess the situation and determine your advantages. Trevor took a deep inhale before attempting to assess the weaknesses of his confines. The pod restricted his movements, but luckily his legs still worked, and strangely he almost felt stronger? There was muscle definition in places he didn't remember having any. Making his skinny boy body look rather strong (for his age).
However, Trevor didn't think much about these bodily changes, not that he wasn't curious. He was just more concerned about what nefarious group would have placed him in this pod. The last memory Trevor had was his maid tucking him in before bed, with no mention of him being moved anywhere. His worst fear was that Chinese spies had finally succeeded in kidnapping him. An attempt was made on him years ago, a group of Chinese spec-ops had infiltrated his hometown of Alma Oregon, but before they could kidnap him they were stopped by a passing courier, with a big iron on his hip. Trevor's father told him he wouldn't need to worry about them ever again, but deep in his mind, he felt like they'd be back one day.
This fear combined with no other options for his confinement made Trevor panic. Immediately pushing him to try more reckless options to free himself, but having no luck. There weren't any seams along the pod door, or any visible screws, making dismantling or forcing his way out impossible. Trevor even tried brute force and thought he was making progress when he heard buckling, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed like Trevor was at the mercy of his captors, whoever they are.
"Scanning subject, please do not move." Ordered the voice and Trevor complied, seeing no other option in his current state. He could only tremble as a red laser-scanned his body from head to toe. The dull mechanical hum was the only thing Trevor could hear besides his heartbeat until the scan stopped. "No mutations detected from the procedure, disengaging cryo-chamber door." The voice paused as the pod door slowly lifted up, the voice resuming as the door completely rose. "Welcome to Vault 112, Trevor Merica. Please inspect your administrator terminal to catch up on current events and learn about your new position."
What the hell is a vault? Wondered Trevor, stumbling naked and cold out of the pod into a rather spacious, and posh-looking office; dimly illuminated by two sets of fluorescent lights. Flanking him were large bookshelves, filled to the brim with books, and to his left was a large walnut wood desk, with a large terminal sitting in the center. Trevor wasn't sure what was going on, but considering no one was threatening his life, he decided to obey the prompts. A little reading never hurt, thought Trevor as he walked over to the terminal, which was the correct choice. If Trevor tried to leave he wouldn't have realized all the books are in English. He even recognized a few of the encyclopedias, which decreased the odds of this being a Chinese plot but didn't make them zero.
Trevor walked behind the desk and sat in a rather nice red leather desk chair before switching on the Robco terminal. The dull green light of the screen illuminated his face and he saw several accessible files from the years twenty seventy-five all the way to… twenty-one sixty-two? No, it's impossible, I can't be nighty-seven years old!? Thought Trevor, but that's what all the reports said. Trevor quickly inspected his body for wrinkles, grabbing a mirror from the desk drawer. No greys in his black hair, but it had grown long enough to cover his ears. His blue eyes looked normal and his smooth pointed face was only just showing signs of breaking out of adolescence. Trevor had to get to the bottom of this. He started with the earliest reports, for the first two years they detailed the opening of the facility, the installment of a cafeteria, bedrooms, recreational rooms, armoury, laboratory, and cryo-pods. The last non-automated report was on October twenty-third, twenty seventy-seven. Its subject simply read, "For my son, Trevor," and Trevor quickly opened the file and read the following message;
For Trevor,
First I'd like to apologize, Trevor. I wasn't there during much of your childhood, but you're about to realize why. On October 23nd, 2077 the bombs fell, all those nuclear drills you did in school wouldn't have saved you or the rest of America from nuclear annihilation, so I devised a plan. I was supposed to brief you before cryo-sleep, but the bombs fell so much sooner than we thought. We barely had time to get you to the pod and just to be clear I didn't make it. After all, the captain must go down with his ship.
Trevor paused for a moment, the gravity of his situation was setting in. His father and everyone else he ever knew was gone, but he kept reading on, determined to understand more of what was going on.
Though don't despair, you're not alone or you won't be for long. To preserve the American dream we've chosen you Trevor, my brilliant boy. You'll be the one to repopulate this wasteland. From the second your mother died giving birth to you, I knew you'd be special, and you were. A special strain of batch 11-111, which we named 11-112 had miraculous effects when combined with your DNA. You should feel stronger, smarter, and most importantly more virile…
Trevor squinted as he read the next part,
Yes my boy you read right. Batch 11-112 does wonders for the sex drive, you might've noticed you were a lot bigger than all the kids in your gym class, well that was from light testing of early sages. Now odds are you're the perfect specimen to breed those chink spec-op bitches raw. Don't worry about their old allegiances, they still might be loyal to their gook Jade-Empress squadmates or godless communist government, but once you start up the conditioning routines… Well, you'll see for yourself, but if you're anything like your old man, you'll love the results. However, I'm not here to force you to do anything, the choice is still yours. Go out into the wasteland and make some radiated harlots happy or keep the American dream alive.
Respectfully, General George Merica
The shudders behind Trevor's table slowly rose up after he finished reading. Allowing the boy to see the girl's cryo pods. Four rows each contained three pods, but only half of them were full. From his vantage point, Trevor could barely see six Asian women, in pods much like his. Trevor looked at his father's last message to him, confused. He didn't even show up for my birthday last month, but he did all of this and… Thought Trevor before looking down at his massive white cock. He didn't even have pubic hair yet, but his penis was big enough to belong on a horse, dangling at knee length, equipped over two grapefruit-sized nuts. Maybe my father was right, but I've never…
"Greetings sir, I hope you had a very restful cryo-sleep." Trevor swivelled around in his chair and he watched a Mrs. Nanny bot enter the room. Two of its grey metal appendages had affixed buffers, while the third had a pronged claw arm waved at him.
"I'm your new assistant, Betty," the tone of the floating robot reminded Trevor of the stern, but mother voice of his now long gone maid. "Would you like a tour of the facility, sir? Or perhaps you want some clothes?"
"I want to start the conditioning routines." Shouted Trevor, stepping out of his seat. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted a closer look at the girls. And agreeing to start conditioning was the best way to do that.
"Very well, Sir," Betty turned around, lowering her long robotic limbs as she continued, "Please follow me to the condition chambers." Trevor followed Betty as it floated forward, first taking a right before moving down some stairs. The rest of the facility was a bit more grungy than the office. Featuring a dirtier grey metal wall, fitted with visible piping that snaked into the walls and into the floor. The lights flickered slightly and it appears that rust had taken hold in some of the hallway corners.
"Please forgive the grim build-up, sir but the robotic staff have only been online for a few hours." Betty stopped at a door and waited for it to slide into the wall as she continued, "We'll have things cleaned and proper in a few days." Betty floated into the room and Trevor silently followed, trying to sort his thoughts about this strange new world, but the second he saw the first prisoner his thoughts focused.
"Of all the people who got to live…" Sighed Trevor as he stood in front of the first cryopod. Looking up at the naked, but imposing Asian women that occupied it. She must be at least six feet tall, slim muscular arms and tightly muscled legs that lead up into a curvy smooth body. The other five girls had similar frames, and heights through their hair differed slightly in length.
"Sir," called out Betty, "The control terminal is ready for your input."
Trevor looked over to see Betty floating beside a terminal affixed to the wall. Trevor took one quick look at the girl in the pod. Noticing the name Yin Ru, engraved on a chrome label at the top of the pod before walking over to the terminal. There were a few options available ranging from restarting cryo sleep to purging the pod, but only one option interested Trevor. He typed into the terminal and initiated the conditioning program. It's what they deserve, thought Trevor as the dull mechanical hum of the pods became more prominent. Trevor walked over to the nearest girl and calmly watched as his father's work reached fruition.
At first, he wasn't sure what was going on. Tendrils had affixed themselves to the girl's ear and visor's hand descended from the top of the pods before covering the girl's eyes. Trevor could see through the girl's closed eyes through the green visor, but the fun began as the machine woke up the girls one by one starting with the girl Trevor was watching. "Wu-where am I…" she muttered, voice weak and soft, but that quickly changed. Out of four openings, Trevor saw small robotic arms with needle hands extending from behind panels. The subject hardly noticed them, until she felt them prick her perky D-cup's and tight hips. "Wu-what are you doing, yo-you American pigs?! This is a war cri...yyyggghh!" Though her screaming was cut off mid-way as the needles injected a strange green substance into two other points, moving down from her breasts to her hips, then ass and thighs before ending on her calves.
Though she dealt with the pain surprisingly well, Trevor barely saw any signs of weakness beyond the occasional grunts and gritting of her teeth. He could see her eyes dart around the pod as she searched for weaknesses. The futile attempt to break a perceived weak point in the pod before finally trying to brute force her way out. Trevor looked to the two other girls in the row and saw they were doing similar actions and having little luck. "Make the process faster for this one, Betty."
"Speeding up the processing for the subject, Chang Zoe." Rescinded Betty as Trevor looked on. Despite her failure, Chang kept calm, until the tendrils attached to her ears started their work. "Nyyggghh, I can…. I can feel them in mu-muy braaaaaiinsss!" Her body was trembling, muscles twitching as she drooled down her chin. Then her visor started whispering to her as it flashed various images and words on the screen. Trevor could clearly make out the phrases;
"Your country is gone, and your old laws are over," There was a look of disbelief on the woman's face as the sultry voice continued, "But we both know that never mattered to you. Deep down we both know that you are just a little yellow slut."
Chang shook her head as much as she could in her binds as the voice almost mockingly responded, "I can sense the increase in your arousal, you want a real man's cock to ride you. It's been years since you've even seen a man, and the first white one you ever saw was much bigger than any of your comrades. So why fight your desires?" Chang's body trembled and she tried to close her eyes, but a quick jolt through her body forced her eyelids open as she screamed, "Nyyggghhh!" Trevor could see her nipples harden as the voice continued, "Looking away from your education visor will result in a punishment. Now, just stare at the screen and let those pesky thoughts of independence drift faaaaar awaaaaaay." The voice paused for a moment hanging on the last syllable before continuing, "Now be a good chink and repeat; I love my master's big white dick. I exist to serve and suck him. I hope one day master will bless me with his child."
Trevor could see the woman's cunt juices leaking down her thigh. The subtle biting of her lip as she trembled with pleasure still clinging to a final few shreds of resistance as her body mutated to supermodel proportions. Her breasts began increasing in size, nipples too. Becoming puffy and hard before inevitably her breasts pressed up against the glass door of the pod. Her hips and thighs followed closely behind, gaining quickly in size; yet Chang resisted. Even as her cunt drool ran down her new thick inner thighs she still struggled onto the last few shreds of her pride.
"Can they hear me, Betty?" Asked Trevor.
Betty entered a command on the console before responding, "They can now sir."
Trevor looked into Betty's eyes as they went cross and he continued, "Such a silly chink," as he started speaking Chang's pupils locked with his. He wasn't sure if she could see him, but he continued, "You wasted your talents on a worthless nation that made you miserable." Zhang's jaw hung open slightly, it almost looked like she wanted to say something, but Trevor continued, "Though it doesn't surprise me, from what I've seen you lack proper guidance, but don't worry," Trevor grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it against the pod, causing an audible thump as he smirked, "I'm a forgiving master, so start listening to your instincts and I'll give you the one thing you've always wanted."
Zhang's eyes locked with Trevor's meat before sputtering, "Ye-yes master." Her body relaxed as her eyes stared blankly forward at the visor. There was a moment when only dull moans escaped her open maw, but soon she was chanting, "I love my master's big white dick."
"I exist to serve and suck superior white cocks."
"I hope one day my glorious white master will bless me with his child!"
Her chanting got cheering as minutes passed and soon she was joined by the next two girls in their pods, both muttering their new mantras as they drooled on their tits. Their minds flooded with lustful images of big white dicks as they chanted. It should've been a choir of submissive white worship, but it was broken by the sound of wrenching metal followed by a sharp robotic voice, announcing, "CRYO-POD SIX HAS BEEN BREAK, VENTING POD TO PREVENT POWER SURGE!"
Trevor turned to see the pod door swing open, and out fell a bimbofied Yin Ru. Much like her fellow agent Zhang, she was sporting a pair of massive milkers and thick childbearing hips; plus an ass fat enough to clap as she fell tits first out of the steaming pod.
"I'm surprised you chinks can still disappoint me." Trevor shook his head as Yin slowly lifted her body off the ground.
"Sir, one of the subjects has escaped! Shall I..."
"It's alright Betty," Trevor waved her away, "Just make sure the other five are fine. I'll handle this chink."
Trevor slowly walked over to Yin who had just barely gotten to her knees and was examining her new body with a look of horror on her face. "What have you American pigs done to me?" Cried Yin as her gaze snapped to Trevor who calmly responded, "I improved you."
"Improved me!" Shouted Yin as she crawled forward and grabbed Trevor's shoulders like a feral animal, continuing, "You've turned me into an American cooooooooowww!" Yin's voice became a loud howl as she felt Trevor grab her wrists and squeeze. "Wu- why are ye-yu, ahhggguu!" Groaned Yin as she felt an immense grip strength on her wrist. Far surpassing any of the male Chinese officers she trained with. This boy's grip strength was enough to make her whole body tremble, making Yin realize, "Nyymmph, s-so this is why the Chairman wanted us to capture yaaaaghhh!" Trevor's grip tightened as he slowly pushed Yin onto her back. She felt ashamed, that none of her decade-long training managed to help against Trevor's domination.
"Yes improved you," continued Trevor holding both her arms down, "And now I'm going to give your life purpose."
Yin trembled as she was easily overpowered by Trevor, she squirmed and thrashed her legs to no avail, but stopped as soon as she felt it poke between her tits. A massive pillar of white cock meat tipped by a flared head poked through her breasts, throbbing a few inches in front of her face. Yin winced wondering how a cock that large could exist on a human let alone this white boy. She wondered if this was really the child she was caught trying to kidnap all those years ago…
"Don't zone out gook," Trevor slapped Yin across the face breaking her out other trance before he crawled down and spread Yin's legs, continuing, "I need to make sure you learn your lesson."
Yin narrowed her eyes, too weak to do more than struggle, grunting, "Huurrggh, D-do your worst American pig boy, I'm not mmmmpphhh!" Yin felt her entire body shudder as Trevor pressed his thick cock tip against her cunt. Spreading her lips as he looked her dead in the eyes and said, "You will break but soon you won't care." She never saw such determination in a young boy, and Yin groaned as she felt Trevor's throbbing cock tip spread her cunt to her absolute limits. No man had even come close to reaching Yin's limits, her first love had an absolutely pathetic cock in comparison, and her past husband was even smaller….
"You're incredibly tight gook." Grunted Trevor, "I assume you've never been used by a big white dick?"
Yin turned away and closed her eyes, trying not to remember the three years she spent in that prisoner of war camp. Day after day she saw tall, hung American G.Is supervise her during labour, feed her food and if she was lucky she caught a peek of something more. She tried to suppress these thoughts, but the fat white boy dick, that just started grinding against her womb, halted her reminiscing and snapped her back to reality. "Fuck you! America pig, I'll never-nnnygghhh!"
"How pathetic," exhaled Trevor as Yin's eyes rolled up into her head. "You're still denying your true nature even as you squirt all over my vaults floors." Trevor's thrusting intensified, his heavy nuts bashed against her ass like wrecking balls. His cock penetrated her wombs' entrance, causing Yin's cunt to clamp down on his cock like a vice-grip; yet, another orgasm melted her mind. "Ahhhhggg-gu… just get it over with. Get your revenge and kill me, I can't live with the shu-shame, hhyyyggguu!" Moaned Yin, her pussy throbbing hard as tears welled in her eyes. She expected a cold look from her little rapist, but instead, he caressed her face. "This isn't about revenge Yin," Trevor paused and pulled his hand back before pointing at another one of the pods, "It's about you realizing your true purpose like your comrades."
Yin clenched her teeth and looked up at the nearby pod. It was her squad leader Zhana Yui, and she was smiling. No, it was more than that, she appeared to be in bliss, her new fat lips curved into a huge smile as she stared forward, her eyes alight with a fire Yin had never seen in any of her sister soldiers. And as Yin looked at her she could hear her cheer the words, "I completely reject my old worthless gook government, I love white cock!"
"Zhana," muttered Yin as she watched Zhana cum her brains out, squirting all over the floor of her pod as she grinned ear to ear. Unable to contain herself as she kept cheering, "Nyyyhhh, I love white cock, I love white cock, I love…"
"Do you want to be like her, gook?" Yin whipped her head back to face Trevor, his little hands weren't keeping her legs spread anymore and his pumping had stopped. Yin thought she'd try to escape, or that she'd be disgusted by her squad commander's submission, but instead all she could think was, why did he stop thrusting? "It's okay gook, I expected you to get confused easily, so I'll make it simple." Trevor pointed at the door, not breaking eye contact with Yin as she shivered and moaned, "What do you mu-mmmmph, mean?"
"I'll let you go out into the world, experiencing the new nuclear wasteland your people created, but then you won't get any more white cock." Yin's eyes went wide as her mouth hung agape. She tried spitting out yes, but she couldn't speak the words, her cunt was screaming at her to stay. It was an animalistic need to breed, a mind-melting desire to sit here and be this powerful white boy's cock sleeve; until she died, but...
"Your cunt is clamping down on me gook." Trevor shook his head disappointed as he commanded, "Give me an answer or I'm denying you dick forev…"
"I… I… I want to," shouted Yin, the words getting caught in her throat. Was she really going to betray her country, sell her freedom and degrade herself just for some dick? Of course, she was. "I want to be your gook brood mother, master!" Cried Yin and Trevor smiled, whispering, "Good gook," before brutally pounding Yin's insides. Trevor was going easy on her before, but now that she willingly devoted herself, he was more than willing to reinforce that she made the right decision.
"You're clamping down on me even harder now," Trevor's balls slapped against Yin's fat ass as he grunted, "How does it feel to finally be satisfied?"
"Nyyygggghhh, amazing master!" Cried Yin a feral smile creeping across her full lips, "But I won't be satisfied until... Nnnyyygghh!" Yin whipped her head back as Trevor's cock scraped out her insides, but the sudden orgasm wouldn't stop her from mewling, " Unshiill I haves a buuunnncchh ooooffshh baaaabieesshh!
"Mmmm, good answer gook," moaned Trevor as he rutted inside Yin's cunt as she squirted over him, screaming, "Yeeeeeesssshh masssstthheeer!" Her eyes rolled up into her head as Trevor spat, "Good chink, you've earned this." Then Trevor unloaded nearly a century's worth of backed-up ball cream deep inside Yin's greedy womb. The genetic changes served her well because her body easily stretched to pregnancy proportions as Trevor dumped his thick white seed inside her. Clogging her insides as Trevor asked, "What do you say, Yin?"
Yin reached down and rubbed her new fat cumflated belly, moaning, "Thank you for breeding me ma-masshteer…" Her voice slurred as she felt Trevor remove his cock from her cunt, scraping out some of the sperm he dumped inside her seconds ago. "You made my cock filthy slant." Trevor grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his slick cum coated meat against her face, ordering, "Start cleaning. I know your conditioning hasn't been finished, so I'll forgive your laziness this once."
"Sorry master," moaned Yin, kissing the underside of his cock before begging, "Your loyal gook will never forget to clean your godly white cock. So please don't be angry with me, mmmmmm!" Yin immediately started sucking, making circular licks around Trevor's tip before taking his shaft into her mouth. Her eyes fixated on Trevor's face, desperate for any signs of approval from her new world.
"Good girl," said Trevor, reaching down and petting the side of Yin's face as she deepthroated his cock. Her desire to breathe was quickly surpassed by her lust for thick white cock. Her new full lips extended into a dirty duck face as she sucked all the spilt cum off her master's cock. "You've done great work but," Trevor peeled Yin's face off his now spit-shined cock. Not a single drop was left on his dick and Yin was still trying to service him, even as he pulled her off. "I've got work to do, Yin."
"Nyyyhhgg, cu-can I help master?" Yin looked up, with wide brown eyes, begging to be used and Trevor just chuckled, "You can help by finishing your conditioning because a good chink is…"
"An obedient chink!" Cheered Yin, drool dripping down her chin as she added, "Or a white bred chink. I can't decide!"
"Good slave," Trevor pointed towards her pod, "Now get back inside the pod. I don't want to see you again until your mind's completely melted."
Yin crawled back inside the pod and put her visor back on as Trevor re-sealed the pod. The sound of her new mantra slowly penetrated her ears as her master's thick load leaked down her thighs. She was in bliss and ready to become Trevor's little yellow breeding slut. The last words she heard as her mind got all hazy were, "Remember Yin, obedient chinks get bred..."