Milktec Industries Presents: The Freya Project
Secretary Merritt tapped a pencil impatiently against the pad before him. He watched as a drop of condensation rolled down the side of the cold jug of milk sitting in the middle of the table. They had been waiting for over an hour. Occasionally, one of Milktec's staff would come in to ask if they needed anything and explain that Stavos would only be a few minutes more. Merritt's aggravation was palpable and the two aides flanking him, Steven and Brian, mimicked their boss's mood.
They couldn't leave. Stavos Clairmont had not been seen in public more than a handful of times since the government first signed on with Milktec. The reclusive businessman would send his lackeys to Congress either to bargain for more contracts or give half-hearted explanations for the constant stream of accusations. Stavos stopped appearing in public almost altogether. His few public appearances looked convincingly natural to the untrained eye. Merritt had plenty of training, though. He’d seen how they paraded around FDR, always finding reasons to hide the chair. Not that Stavos might be crippled, quite the opposite. Photos of the man before 1945 showed a scrawny, narrow faced fellow. In more recent pictures, Stavos appeared broad chested with a new sense of command. Plenty of men underwent such changes in the trenches, but Stavos spent the war working in a lab.
Merritt shifted uncomfortably as he remembered why he'd been sent. The war with the Soviets took a larger and larger toll on manpower by the day. The casualty lists were growing too long to explain away with feigned patriotism or honor. The nationwide scale of disappearing young women also risked causing a dangerous level of civil unrest. People wanted answers as to where their daughters had gone. As the Home Secretary, the newest crisis had been dropped in the lap of Victor Merritt.
Milktec Industries was obviously the cause. Milktec’s research on their various serums continued to push the boundaries of science. Before its approval, critics claimed it would unravel the nature of human society. They warned that such a drug was not only addictive, but transformative in body and mind. Merritt had sat through the hearings himself, then a young senator. He'd seen the reports and the transformed testt subjects. Everyone had concerns, of course, but Milktec Milk provided the perfect solution for issues around the war effort, a nourishment for body and spirit that gave bizarre vitality to those who drank it. A single bottle of Milktec Milk would change a battle weary and malnourished soldier into a vibrant, eager warrior.
Of course, all the science, presentations, hearings, and demonstrations paled in comparison to Stavos. He lobbied everyone with an ounce of power. Stavos oozed charm, but carried a seedy darkness behind him that drew in more people than it repelled. All of Washington knew, and much of the country suspected. The devil in sheep's clothing offered a solution to America with one hand while the other threatened to make the same deal with the Soviets.
Victor loosened his tie and glanced at his watch. The door opened once again. The three waiting men all looked up expecting the secretary to once again tell them Stavos would be a few more minutes. Instead, a topless woman walked into the room carrying a tray out in front of her, somewhat awkwardly. The three men's eyes widened as she moved silently into the room. Other than the shock of a half naked woman appearing from no where, none of the men had ever seen breasts as large as hers, entrancing, round orbs that looked heavy and wobbled slightly as she walked. On the tray was a clear pitcher filled with milk, the creamy substance sloshing back and forth as it moved. The woman bent over and her jugs swung outward, dangling from her chest like the udders of a cow. Victor felt a weird compulsion to reach out and touch her, but shook his head clear.
The woman smiled as she poured three glasses, placing one in front of each of the men. They continued to watch, dumbfounded. Victor’s cock stirred as he watched her wondrous breasts move.
“Gentleman,” boomed a voice from the doorway. The sudden arrival snapped the government men out of their trance as the topless woman made her way out through another door. Stavos entered the room. “I hope they have been taking care of you, and I apologize for the delay.” None of the men thought to stand up, lest they reveal their rapidly diminishing erections. Victor realized it must have been a ploy to catch them off guard.
Stavos lumbered forward on a cane. The man seemed as fit and handsome as Victor recalled from the photos, still exuding a peculiar charm that was both endearing and unsavory. Still, Stavos favored his left leg with a limping short step. His suit seemed ill fitted, as if it had been tailored too often and too recently. As he entered, two other women walked into the room behind him. They were, somewhat disappointingly to the government men, fully dressed, but wearing an odd sort of jumpsuit. They smiled, but seemed distracted and nervous.
“You must be Victor,” Stavos boomed as he reached the table. “I seem to recall us meeting once before. Perhaps at one of the Congressional Balls.”
Victor cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, finally standing to shake Stavos's hand. “Yes, briefly. It's a pleasure to see you once again.” The industrialist dwarfed Victor’s hand as they shook. Stavos gripped like a vice, conveying an unseen strength in a simple gesture. Victor had no doubt that Stavos could have crushed his hand like a used soda can. “These are my associates, Steven Vasquez and Brian Thompson.”
Stavos in turn shook the hands of each man as they managed to put aside thoughts of the preceding peep show. Their host gestured for them to sit and managed to lower himself into the chair opposite them. He didn't lean toward the table, but reclined, allowing his legs to splay outward. The two women took seats along the wall behind him at his direction. He gestured to them disinterestedly, “These are two of our newest volunteers. Thought you boys might like to see who was signing up these days. I know you have some concerns.”
Victor grimaced at the tone. He'd been sent to investigate reports of missing young women, and Stavos had the gall to parade two of them around in front of him. “We best get to it then. I know you're a busy man.” He nodded to Steven who produced a manila folder and slid it across the table to Stavos. “You'll find in there multiple reports of young women effectively vanishing. All of these women displayed interest in Milktec Industries before they vanished.”
Stavos didn't lean forward and eyed the folder with disinterest. “It's a big new world out there. Society is changing. Not every girl wants to stay on the same dirt farm her whole life. At the same time, they're not looking to upset their religious mommas and daddies. Nothing unlawful about that.”
Victor sneered. “Mr. Clairmont, your facilities are subject to the most extreme regulations in industry for reasons. The health and safety of every volunteer is paramount, and the ongoing support of the government is contingent on proving those high standards.”
Stavos shrugged, “I'm not sure what you want me to do here, Victor. Are you accusing me of something in particular?”
With another look, Victor signaled Brian who produced a second folder, this one stamped with the word CLASSIFIED. Stavos eyed this one with a keen hunger as it slid across the table to him, but he didn't move to look at it. “Mr. Clairmont, are you suggesting to me, the Home Secretary during the time of war, that you are entirely unaware of the site listed in that document.”
Stavos continued to ooze his charm, “The army has sanctioned several locations for more experimental programs. Milktec Industries is not the only company out there with little science projects. I hear interesting things coming out of New Mexico lately. It seems they've received several new shipments of paper clips.”
While his associates were confused by Stavos's nonsense, Victor's heart sank into his stomach. Stavos was coyly referencing programs that cabinet members could barely speak about above a whisper. People suspected Stavos's spies were everywhere, but to know about top level military projects wildly out of his parameter was a level unto itself. Victor pressed on. “The sites listed in that document are not military sanctioned or sanctioned by the government in any fashion.”
Stavos leaned forward with a grunt, “Are you sure about that Victor?” He opened the folder and flipped through the documents, glancing at a few photos. “I see you've been directing some spy planes over my facilities. Can't say I'm pleased about that, Mr. Home Secretary. Still, these are nothing but photos of buildings and the odd report of someone going in and not coming out. Allow me to confirm it for you then, these facilities are for Project Freya. Are you familiar with that name?”
Victor shifted uneasily. “Mr. Clairmont, if you're going to start talking about code name projects, I might suggest securing the room. I know my associates are only cleared up to a certain level, and I assume your volunteers have no clearance whatsoever.” Victor looked over Stavos to the two women. They seemed to be struggling to maintain their composure. One ran her hands up and down her thighs anxiously. The other lowered the zipper on her jumpsuit to show the top of her cleavage. Victor knew the women wore nothing underneath.
Stavos laughed. “I would not worry about the women, Victor. They know about Freya because they are part of Freya. Besides, as director of the project, it is my prerogative when to reveal what to whom.” He spread the photos over the table and arranged them together. “Five sites? Yes?” He pushed three to the side. “Those are distribution facilities. When you own the most valuable substance in the world, it is beneficial to be rather secretive about where you keep it. If you contact Lester Phillips at the OSS, he will be able to verify this.”
Victor didn't believe him, “We've worked hand in hand with all agencies. None of these are verified sites.”
“Compartmentalization. One man can keep a secret, an agency of men is a leaking bucket. Phillips has a box, and in the box are red envelopes. Each envelope has a number. If you are not satisfied, request the envelopes with number 32, 87, and 104.”
“You seem fairly prepared with your information,” Victor replied.
Stavos grinned, “You believe me to be the kind of man to take a meeting without knowing what the meeting was about?” Stavos moved on to the remaining two stacks of photos. He pointed to the one on the left. “This is Project Freya. I am impressed you have located it.” He pointed to the other, “This is not connected to me in any way, but if you learn more about it, I hope you would think to share that information with me. We can't have illicit activities going on right under the noses of true patriots.”
Stavos reached forward for the pitcher of milk and poured himself a glass. He guzzled it down with a peculiar greed. “Did you boys enjoy the girl who brought this in? Her own stock, no less.”
Brian had been sipping the milk casually for a while, and he sputtered, “This is that woman's breast milk?”
Stavos smiled and wiped his mouth clean. “Of course, we are drinking nothing but Milktec Milk here. I can't stand much else these days. Nothing has the same rich, sweet taste.”
Victor interrupted, “Mr. Clairmont, let's get back to Project Freya.”
Stavos leaned back once again, spreading his legs wide with a satisfied sigh. “We've been pushing our research, of course. Refining the formula more and more. The army, hell the world, has needs. Once the war is done, who's going to be left to rebuild society. Surely you've seen what's happening over there. The level of destruction the Soviets are capable of, the horrors our own young men have had to face to bring order out of chaos. The Reds would rather exterminate each and every one of their own kind than see an American flag over the Kremlin.”
“What is your point?”
“My point is that since '36, the birth to death ratio has tipped dangerously in the wrong direction. No one wants to talk about it, but you've noticed. Even with women in the workforce, there's not enough to fill the jobs. Six months ago a bridge collapsed in Philadelphia, killed one hundred and twenty three people. They didn't have the men to repair it. What's more, hospitals have recorded lower numbers of births each year since '40. No one wants to have children in a world where doom lurks behind each door. If the war could end and if our boys came home, maybe that would change. But I have it on good authority that the war will not end. Japan is nervous about the Chinese, a fellow called Mao. North Africa is a mess. The Brits can’t hold on to their colonies any longer. Someone needs to take a firm hold on the world.”
Victor grew frustrated. The more Stavos talked, the more the man seemed like a lunatic. “And Project Freya is somehow the solution to this? Are you going to change the way society views the world with a bottle of milk?”
Stavos smiled, a broad toothy grin. “No, I'm going to change society altogether. Project Freya isn't a program for a super soldier or a method of supplying hundreds of troops. Freya will be the next step of evolution for the human race. Project Freya will create a new race of humans that will make our forefathers look like ants.”
The man's eyes gleamed as they stared across the table. “You've gone insane,” Victor said coldly.
Stavos shook his head. “No, Victor, not insane. I have seen what our great work has achieved. I have gone further than perhaps I should, but the results have been worth it. I do not expect you to understand. Nor do I expect the world to understand, not at first. They see their daughters go missing, and they worry. Their son's are rounded up to be carted off to an unwinnable war, and they worry. We will bring them the truth, but do so slowly. Great men are afforded the chance to change the world. They have a choice. Those madmen across the Atlantic wanted to do it by force. They were fools. Mankind will always resist oppression. I offer the alternative, freedom. A freedom of life that has been absent since the time of Eden.”
He glanced at his watch. “Don't think that you've wasted your trip, Victor. Project Freya will be going public next month. All of the so called disappearances will be explained. Sons and daughters will be returned to their communities to live out their days, at least those who choose to go. Many want to stay with their own kind, but others want to go and spread their gift among their friends and family. Does that satisfy your curiosity? Will you return and hold a committee exonerating Milktec of any wrongdoing? Even now, so close to the completion of phase one, a congressional inquiry could be troublesome.”
Victor scoffed, “Troublesome? Mr. Clairmont, you've done a great service with your research, but clearly you've been left unsupervised for too long. From the sound of it, you've created a conspiracy to some ungodly end. I'm sure you've bribed more than half of Washington to get it done, but I have those that I trust. Believe me when I say you will be found out. We will turn your company to ash if we must. The government has been desperate to get its hands on your formula for years, and this is enough cause. You are not the only visionary in the world.”
The air was tense. Stavos did not blink. In fact, he seemed barely aware of Victor’s response. Instead he drummed his fingers along the desk in an imperceptible rhythm. “I thought you might say that, so I decided to give you a demonstration.” He gestured to the two women behind him. Stavos pressed a button on the intercom, “Send in the others when they're ready.” Turning over his shoulder he spoke to the women, “Come on up and stand by me.”
Victor forgot the women were in the room. They struggled to stand. Sweat drenched their clothing, and their eyes struggled to focus. “What is this Stavos?”
“Like I said, a demonstration. Both of these women volunteered for the Freya program. The blonde is Lucy, and the brunette is Erica. We administered the serum about two hours ago. That's roughly how long it takes to activate, varies from person to person. Usually we speed it along, but if you allow it to fully metabolize, the effect is more pronounced.” He reached over and gently touched the cheek of one of the girls. The door to the room opened once more, and the secretary led in two more girls in similar outfits. “Good, we're all here. The red head is Tina, and the black girl is Veronica.” He noted the uneasy glances in the room. “Milktec is, of course, an equal opportunity initiative. In our new world, we will not have room for such archaic prejudices.”
Stavos stood up, removing his jacket and tossing it on the floor behind him. Victor watched, entirely confused, as the burly man removed his shirt as well. As the garment slipped off him, Victor saw the charming man was more a hulking beast than anything else. Though his clothes hid it well, Stavos was a writhing knot of sinew and muscle. “What the hell are you doing?” Victor blurted out.
Stavos grabbed the buckle of his trousers and pulled it free. “Project Freya. I will show you what it can do for us all.” With that, the pants dropped away. Stavos's cock sprung into view. Victor understood why he walked with a limp. The twelve inch cock slapped down on the table as the three other men backed away. Beneath the limb like appendage hung engorged testicles in a leathery pouch. Victor could not help but look in horrid fascination at the other man's member.
The men noticed a distinct musk filling the air as Stavos disrobed, but the women responded much more acutely. The cloudy looks in their eyes faded. They gazed at Stavos with hunger. Lucy reached out tentatively towards the throbbing cock jutting out from Stavos.
“Hey, hey!” Victor shouted, but no one listened. “What the fuck is happening?” He looked around the room wildly. He would have to get past Stavos to reach the door. His own assistants watched the scene unfold in some sort of trance as four women salivated over an inhuman cock.
Stavos turned to Lucy and pulled the zipper on the front of the jumpsuit. As it passed her breasts, two milky white orbs tumbled out into view. Stavos squeezed one with his bear like hand and a few droplets of white fluid oozed from the nipple. “You see, the milk is already coming in.” Lucy continued to tug at her clothes until the grey suit fell down past her hips, revealing her whole body to the ravenous eyes of the men in the room. “The serum, of course, has a very extreme effect on the libido once it is administered. The woman basically goes into heat and can't think straight again until she's been fucked.” With some force, he turned Lucy around and pushed her forward onto the table, her breasts squashing out to the side. She looked over her shoulder longingly as the thick cock rubbed against her leg.
Stavos ran his fingers between Lucy's legs. His thick fingers moved along her slit, delving slightly into her. The woman let out a quiet moan as she felt him press against her folds. He held his hand up, “Dripping wet already. Just like the others.” The three other women had started to pull off their own jumpsuits. They rubbed their breasts as if to sooth a deep ache while watching their friend writhe in wanton despair on the the table.
The lurid scene appalled Victor, but he was keenly aware of his own body betraying him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel a damp spot of precum forming in his underwear. The wedding ring on his finger weighed heavily, like a lead weight tied to his arm. He tried to focus on his wife, but found himself unable to remember her face. The others, Steven and Brian, had no such obligation, though. “This is absolute madness,” Victor shouted. “This perversion will not be allowed.”
Stavos laughed as he position his thick cock at the entrance to Lucy's pussy. He held her in place with his powerful grip as she tried to wriggle backwards onto his shaft. “Come on, Victor,” he taunted. “Aren't you interesting in sampling the result of taxpayer research?” With a grunt, the man plunged his cock into the waiting pussy. Lucy let out a scream of pleasure and rutted back against him. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room.
Disappointed that the most virile male had already been claimed, the other girls set their eyes on the remaining men in the room. Veronica pulled Steven out of his chair with bizarre strength. Her dark skin glistened with a sheen of sweat as she helped Steven take off his clothes. Tina made her way over to Brian who was more than happy to meet her halfway. She brought him into a kiss, pressing her naked body against him. They collapsed to the floor, Tina pinning the young man down as she started to explore his body.
Stavos stopped Erica from leaving his side, holding her in place beside him as he plowed into Lucy. The brunette ran her hands over the gargantuan’s chest while he pawed at her naked body. He grabbed her ass, pulling at the soft, supple flesh. Victor watched, entranced. He marveled at how Stavos's fingers dug into the flesh, the impressions left behind, and the shudders such a simple action caused in Erica. Stavos moved his hand up to Erica's back and started to push her down towards Lucy. With a grunt, he let his cock slip free of Lucy's pussy. The glistening member wedged itself along the girl's ass crack. Like a starving man seeing food, Erica dove on the throbbing cock, stuffing as much as she could into her mouth.
As soon as her virgin lips touched his cock, thick white cum blasted forth the tip. Erica caught it in her mouth, guzzling down the spewing, hot fluid. More and more of it erupted from the freakish man's heavy balls. “Ahhh, good girl. You see, Victor, this is the true marvel of Freya. We were able to engineer a woman's milk to be a low dose of the Milktec formula, but we could never replicate that in men. Until now.”
Erica rolled over onto the table, rubbing her hands up and down her body. Her body slicked with sweat, and her breath came ragged and quick. She started to shake, and Victor's eyes grew wide in astonishment as he watched her start to change. Her body quivered and shook. New flesh appeared out of thin air as her breasts grew larger and larger. Hips widened, and her ass doubled in size, becoming a round, bouncy mass. Victor thought he heard cracking bone and, though she cried out in pain, her face twisted in intense pleasure. Lucy managed to get over between the changing woman's legs. Grabbing hold of her bucking hips, Lucy plunged her tongue into the waiting snatch, eliciting more cries of pleasure from Erica's lips.
As she wailed in pleasure, Stavos casually started to massage the growing titflesh. In moments, a steady stream of milk oozed out of the woman's breast as she looked up with a satisfied smile. Stavos's cock hardened again. He offered it to Erica’s open mouth, sliding the thick head past her lips as she circled her tongue around the welcome intruder. “You see, fuck a woman and turn her into your wanton slut. Of course, it goes both ways.”
Victor's attention was drawn to the moans of pleasure coming from his left. Veronica managed to impale herself on Steven's cock while keeping him pinned to the ground. As they rutted together, pure white droplets of milk leaked from her tits. Seized by a maddened desire for the substance, Steven raised up and latched his lips around the dark nipple. As the warm fluid flowed into his mouth, a strange new strength took hold of his body. Veronica moaned on top of him as his cock throbbed inside her. Neither of them had experienced such divine sensations in all their lives. She could sense his orgasm building, and she desperately wanted to feel him cum inside of her. She focused on his cock, jerking and spurting his white spunk into her, filling her up until it poured out her.
Stephen's cock erupted inside of her. The young man's mind burned with pleasure as torrent after torrent of hot cum flow up his shaft and into the dark skinned woman riding him mercilessly. Pressure knotted up all over his body. He started to sweat as muscle formed and bulged forward all over his body. Veronica raised off his spurting cock, letting it slide up the front of her, pushing its way to her navel with its growing length. Steven's eyes widened as he saw his member thicken and continue to ooze cum. Though he couldn't see them, he felt his balls getting heavier and widened his legs to allow room for his new cum filled sack.
Victor couldn't believe what he was seeing. His own aide had been transformed into one of Stavos's monstrosities. Brian fared little better. He had the redhead on all fours in front of him, fucking into her with a berserker's intent. Stavos seated himself once again, giving Erica the chance to mount him. Her legs squeezed together as she sat down on the fat cock that had hurried her transformation. She bounced up and down on the shaft, eager to feel the thick rod unleash its load into her snatch. Lucy crawled over the table and approached Victor.
He knew he should run. It had been a trap all along. Lucy neared him. Her body radiated a warm heat, and she smelled wonderful. Victor tried to focus on anything but the moment. Perhaps someone would barge in and rescue them. Lucy took hold of his hand and guided it to her breast. The moment he touched her soft, growing tit, he knew he was lost. Happily, he leaned forward into the woman's delightful body, inhaling her scent and reveling in the pleasure of her touch.
Lucy sucked at his ear and nibbled slightly before whispering, “Drink up. I want a big fat cock to fuck me.” She pulled him into her chest, offering him the nipple of her right breast. His lips encircled the small nub, and he sucked gently. At first nothing happened, but on his second attempt a rich stream of milk flowed into his mouth. He swallowed it down as more and more of the intoxicating fluid poured into his mouth. Lucy wasted no time, clawing desperately at his pants and shirt, pulling them free with one hand as her conquest drank straight from her breast.
Victor's cock throbbed with a new energy. He'd never felt more alive in his life. The whole of his body pulsed, and he worried it might be too much for his heart. Somewhat distracted by the intensity of his changes, he did not notice Lucy position herself in front of him, just as she had allowed Stavos to fuck her at the start of it all. She wiggled her ass back at Victor, her pussy glistening with arousal as she waited for the newest member of Project Freya to fuck her. Victor finished removing his clothes, realizing that not only did he feel better, but he looked twenty years younger. The age had melted away as his body reformed into a sexual god. His cock jutted out in front of him painfully, almost eleven inches long. His hand curiously stroked the once familiar appendage, marveling at its new length. He assessed his balls, realizing they were heavy and felt full. He imagined the women felt a similar sensation when they went too long without being milked. Stavos said this would give men the ability to spread the serum via intercourse, but he hadn't explain that it would be painful to go too long without release. Turning his attention to Lucy, Victor knew it wouldn't be for lack of willing partners.
He moved behind her, digging his hands into her rump. The women continued to change, breasts becoming larger and larger until they were as big as cow udders. Their milk no longer needed encouragement, but oozed out as arousal engorged their nipples. Nudging his cock against her waiting lips, Victor experienced a blissful relief as her heat enveloped his aching cock. He sunk deeper and deeper inside of her as she writhed around his cock. He had made love to his wife many times, but this had nothing to do with love. An animalistic desire ruled his mind as he started to hump into his heifer over and over again. Lucy's mammoth tits continued to balloon larger and larger as her ass grew wider and more alluring. As he fucked her, she transformed into a fertility goddess that would make men cum in their pants by sight alone.
His balls tightened, and he braced for his new cock's first orgasm. Lucy mumbled incoherent encouragement and pushed back against her mate. Her walls clamped around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He could feel the muscles of her pussy massaging his whole length, and it drove him over the edge. His seed exploded inside of her, pumping her full until it started to ooze out around his cock and drip beneath them on the floor. Lucy's body went rigid and began to shudder with pleasure as her milk sprayed out onto the table. Finally spent, Victor let his cock slide out of the woman. A gush of cum followed. Immediately, Veronica dropped to her knees before him, sucking his cock into her mouth and lapping at the mingled cum with eagerness. Her own breasts had grown to the size of melons. Steven moved on to Erica's pussy while the woman ran her tongue up and down Stavos's cock as if it were a holy idol.
Stavos smiled at him, “Well, Mr. Secretary, are you ready to discuss terms?”
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Emily Merritt heard the door close and went to greet her husband. She was startled by the man waiting in her foyer. It was her husband, but he looked different.
“Victor? Is everything alright?”
“Oh, sure,” he said with a charming smile. “Everything went great at the meeting. I've even invited Mr. Clairmont over for dinner next week.” He shuffled forward with a slight limp in his gait. “I've got other good news. Let's go upstairs. I have a present for you.”