Hyperdrive 3.0

 Patreon story for my $20 tier! Ordinarily these are released as a mix of stories, but since we only have one guest, we get a couple chapters at once...

Chapter 1:

Amy felt like she could handle most things. Relationships, confrontation, money... a nuke to the face... none of those things were problems. This, though, this was a problem.  

 It was also a promotion, which made her feel terrible about complaining, but she simply didn't think she could handle command of a large team. Though she had to admit... they had a point about her being 'uniquely suited.' 

 A few years ago, Amy had been in a much more humble state. Perfectly ordinary malamute girl (alright maybe she was an amateur bodybuilder with significantly more actual athleticism than her peers) hired on as a secretary at some superscience start up (alright maybe she was technically a founder.) Then suddenly she's got some of that superscience in her and she never gets to be the least important person in the room again (alright maybe she made the decision to test on herself AND screwed up the coding in the exact right way to make things go out of hand.) 

 Point was, her current state in no way suggested the responsibility required for this kind of thing. That fact stood out in particular because of all the things her current state did suggest. A roughly eight foot tall golden malamute whose fur shone just a little too much to be real would already have been terrifying. Throw in her almost beach ball sized tits and biceps mere millimeters smaller and she'd have been a monster without her usual disarming smile. 

 Since she was in fact without that smile her project was already suffering morale problems.   

 Ultimately, it didn't matter, though. She needed to update Hyperdrive. The original prototype for the formula had made her this way, and version 2.0 had stabilized her, but it was still a long way away from being something safe for releasing to the public.   

 The initial worry had been about giving people a suite of first aid nanites and seeing them turn into unstoppable juggernauts. A particularly huge problem since any actual consumerbase would not be as moral as Amy herself was. After some preliminary testing, it turned out that wasn't the case. 

 Instead, something much stranger happened. 

 Hence her current situation. The boss was breathing down her neck to fix something whose science she barely understood. Her scientists found her an unproductive combination of sexy and terrifying. And no matter how far she got, she could still feel the consequences. 

 She was not dealing with the stress well, to put it lightly, and after a few more laps of the lab she bellowed out “I'm taking a break!” and left. Still wearing her custom fitted labcoat, she wandered down the streets to the city center, other people giving her a wide berth as her hips swayed hazardously. Eventually, she found herself ducking under the doorframe and into a midrange bar.   

 Alcohol didn't do much for her, but the power of archetype called to her. A bar was simply where you went before you turned things around. That was the idea, anyway. Being a rather distractable sort, Amy fully expected not to complete her plan properly.   
 
 -=--
 
 Jay felt like he was appropriately specialized. He wasn't the strongest, or the smartest, or really qualified for much in general, but he was a damn charming motherfucker. 

 Often literally. 

 It wasn't a matter of manipulation either, that always backfired eventually. Instead, he was just that confident. Sure, a lot of girls said 'no' when propositioned outright... well, almost all of them did. But only a few had to say yes to make it worthwhile.   

 It also probably helped that Jay was hardly undesirable. He was short and a little androgynous, being almost the picture perfect 'generic brown wolf' at first glance, but that was only at first glance. Looking closer, he had a very cute butt. Looking at the spot where one isn't supposed to look, it was obvious he had a bulge like two soccer balls and a two liter. 

 His favorite pickup line was, “Sorry, I'm a grower not a shower.” 

 It wasn't a lie, either. Though it still wasn't exactly to his credit. Jay's bulge was less than natural, the result of being in the coveted 1% of consumers who had an 'extreme reaction' to SilenceLabs products. In his case, it was the over the counter dick growth pills. It was arguably a disappointing option, but Jay wasn't exactly rich enough for complete body makeovers so he'd much rather have the best of what he could use. 

 However many comments he got on it, though, Jay almost never mentioned the source of his bulge. Partially it was because the mystery was sexier... partially it was because he actually felt strangely possessive about the idea. He loved SilenceLabs, as awkward as it was to love a business. He loved their incredibly laissez faire approach to science that just barely stayed legal while earnestly staying fun. He loved how they always shared their news in such a way that tantalized the public while giving nothing to the spies. He especially loved their commitment to providing real, true improvement to people like him. 

 And, if he was being honest, he kinda loved some of their staff. Amy Paramount, one of their administrators and biggest success stories, was his celebrity crush. He was used to girls being taller and stronger than him, and was used to only getting girls with a very lackadaisical and direct attitude, so when Amy burst on to the scene taller, stronger, and ditzier than any person in history it seemed almost poetic. “An intersection of fantasy and future” he might have called it, were he a dork. 

 So when Jay got the chance to move in to the town where the original Labs location still stood, he took it in a heartbeat. When he got off every weekend, he made sure to go out of his way to visit the closest bar to the labs in the vain hope he'd see an object of his admiration. When that started throwing him off his game, he almost didn't mind. When he found out from some gossiping girls mad about how overshadowed every other woman in this town was, he had a golden opportunity to show them some appreciation. 

 Unfortunately, they also mentioned that Amy never went to bars, prompting Jay to almost stumble as he walked over to their table... and march right out the door instead. It was kind of a silly way to react, an unacceptable failure at parsing his emotions, but something about the mere thought of Amy was different. As calm as he usually was, here was a girl he couldn't just bounce back from being rejected by.   

 RIGHT here, in fact. As Jay walked right into a wall of gold he wondered if he was hallucinating... and if that included touch.   

 The wall of gold spoke to him, “Oh my god, are you alright? Do you need help?” 

 Jay opened his mouth to speak back, mind sending him signals to say exactly what he 'needed' along with signals to panic, babble, and worship. As Jay slowly forced his first words out of his throat, he felt another impact... and immediately blacked out.   
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2 :
 
 Jay awoke cold, strapped to a table, and... probably naked; yet it was still one of the most comfortable awakenings he ever had. His first sight was the shade of Amy's massive rack loomed over him, casting round shadows over the sheet on his body. His first sensation was his head gently bumping against her abs, his sensitive eartips able to feel the grooves in her eight pack even through her shirt.  

 “Oh good, you're awake!”   

 Jay sat bolt upright, almost knocking himself out again as he hit what felt like a solid wall... but jiggled back into him like impact gel. 

 “Ohh, yeah, don't hit those fast, they're pretty dense,” the chipper, young voice of Amy broke through his consciousness as his vision focused and he saw her enormous smiling face... and significantly more enormous assets poking through a custom made pink labcoat.

 
 “I'm sorry,” Jay said. 

 “No, I'm sorry,” Amy responded, “not just for being a little rough, but for invading your privacy a bit trying to figure out who you are. I, uh, saw some things,” she commented.   

 Jay buried his face in his hands. He MIGHT have had erotic fanfiction of him and her on his phone, and he MIGHT not have installed a password yet.   

 “I'm flattered, of course, though I think you underestimate my tongue size pretty significantly,” Amy's voice took on a flirting tone.   

 Jay was floored, mind trying to catch up to the idea that somebody like her could be interested in him.   

 She simply continued, “Mind you, I don't bring this up just for dating purposes, you might have noticed we're back at my place of business...” 

 Jay had not, but nodded anyway. 

 “Well, it turns out some of your privacy-free information suggests that you're actually biologically appropriate to help me test out a product. I wanted to discuss it with you, since if it goes well, you'll be...” Amy flexxed, lab coat popping as at least thirty inches of pure bicep swelled from her arm. She arched her back in a stretch, flexibility allowing her to bend so smoothly her ears touched the diamonds on her calves, before she sprang back in a second, showing off by ending with a flip, landing so heavily the floor cracked. “Very nearly as physically impressive as I am.” 

 Jay was starting to feel very inarticulate, but his mouth seemed to be 100% filled with drool. 

 “So, in the interest of informed consent, you'll be testing Hyperdrive 3.0, which is a pretty tricky proposition. Please look through this file carefully,” Amy said as she handed over a well-worn manila folder. Jay opened the folder, not quite sure what he expected, only to find a series of dossiers.   

 The first surprised him, a chipper, nineteen year old malamute girl looked back at him with a high ponytail. Her face was unmistakeably Amy, but she looked so different. In place of inhuman musculature and skimpy clothing, she had thick fluff and a simple tank top. She was still visibly athletic, but to the sort of degree an amateur with a good diet and cheap supplements is, not in the sense a million dollar investment is. What was most notable, however, was the color. Amy was black and white, like any other malamute. Cute, with accents in all the right places, but seeing his crush look so... natural... seemed wrong somehow. 

 Next to it was a picture that was equally strange, but equally Amy. This version was completely monotone, nothing but a pale yellow from stem to stern. What's more, her proportions were even more exaggerated... but much less appealing. Her skin was much more stretched around her muscle. Her tits seemed close to bursting and were beginning to eclipse her head.  

 “That was Hyperdrive 1.0,” Amy shared as Jay's face scrunched with a hint of alienation. “It lacked proper regulation. Aside from the growth being uncontrolled and purely responsive, there was no way to go back down. However, it's initial purpose was, shall we say, quite effective.” A photo was placed of 'pale Amy' being run down by a freight train... and catching it, uninjured.   

 “But of course, we had to continue,” Amy reached over and turned the page, her bicep brushing Jay's ear and prompting a blush. On the next page, a wad of yellow muscle that might have been Amy was on a platform next to a syringe that seemed more like a drill, across from her was... just Amy. Regular old Amy, the beauty Jay was used to.   

 “That was Hyperdrive 2.0. It added a lot of central features like the ability to actually shrink bad down, the ability to distribute Hypernans to others, differing concentrations for various tissues, control the Hypernans mentally (I sound casual but TRUST me this was the hardest part,) and... a long list of professional type stuff. It's actually NOT the me I am now, I'm on Hyperdrive 2.3 now, but I'm literally not even allowed to talk about why I'm not allowed to talk about that,” Amy continued, quickly aiming for a distraction, “Under Hyperdrive 2.0, I was able to resist anti-tank fire, remove most bodily functions, prevent catastrophic meltdown, and adjust my proportions so I am once again snuggly and cute. If you've ever wondered about why I constantly lactate bright metallic gold – don't lie I know you already know about that.”   

 Jay admittedly had seen the videos, he didn't know a single person who hadn't. Live action, amateur, and UNEDITED porn between a nurse and a soldier that starts with an amazonian nurse breastfeeding an injured man and ends with the soldier unveiling eight pack abs and a two foot cock and railing her senseless isn't the kind of thing anybody misses existing, even if they're not allowed to talk about it.   

 “That was a field test of the regulation function. If I start accumulating too much I can actually expel Hypernans from my tits, obviously some of the effects are available for those who drink them after that. You could also get a much larger dose from my hair, which is why I wear it long and bouncy. If I trim it I'm technically distributing military grade weapons. I bring this up because these effects will be in anything you take, almost unchanged. Ideally you'll have a lid on it, but I'm not sure whether you'll end up with gold, body enhancing spooge or if you'll be a lactating male. Either way, you'll have to be very careful about it, enhancing people willy nilly would be the same as declaring our intent for world domination, which obviously we don't want to do,” Amy smiled. 

 “Yet. I need to warn you. There's been enough trouble that the finding of test subjects for this project is a lot harder than you'd think, because you see...” Amy turned the page again, wincing, “we also tried Hyperdrive 2.5.” Jay looked over the page, this time, on the left was a petite snake girl he'd never seen before. Her scales pegged her as a king snake, and she was honestly pretty cute, if a lot more petit than he usually went for. On the right was... Amy again. 

 “See, the thing is,” the door opened to the lab as Amy's voice came from the hallway. “It turns out that some modifications for 'centralized control' and 'making sure the appearance can be actively decided,” Amy in front of Jay bowed her head as she continued explaining, her voice getting weak.   

 “Well, it had some side effects,” two glorious golden amazons said in unison. “Hi. I'm Amy Paramount,” continued the one on the left, “but I -was- Tiana Jameson before I got...” her voice was barely audible, “assimilated.” 

 “SO!” The original Amy smacked her clone, eight feet of malamute sent flying and crashing through the wall into the next room, leaving ceiling tiles to fall forlornly as somewhere a janitor howled in anguish. “THERE IS A RISK. But we – we being Amy, sorry, just realized you might have been expecting more people on this project – are pretty sure you won't turn into a fifth body for me.”   

 Jay didn't want to say it, he REALLY didn't want to say it. “Don't you mean third?” Jay said. 

 “...I'm gonna leave you alone with those forms! Remember, 3.0! Much weaker, much safer, probably no side effects. This project has never had unforseen stuff and stuff and byeeeeeeeeee,” Amy wandered off mid sentence, leaving Jay alone with a choice. He could be everything he ever wanted, maybe even have Amy. But, it could go horribly wrong, and he could be Amy, maybe even have everything he ever wan... 

 He interrupted his own thought, his imagination supplying images of him as a shining golden amazon. He stood tall as the target of his own worship. All muscle, all beauty, the ability to get anything from anybody with a word... And endless time to play with the most beautiful woman in the world, rather he wanted to play with Amy's tits on his chest or Amy's tits on the girls next door. 

 Well, it was hardly a fate worse than death. 

 Jay signed up for the experiment.