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(THIS IS A PREQUEL TO CaptionCutie 's Custom Robutt - Megamom (TG Caption) . Also, it is NOT a happy story, so keep that in mind.)

My ninety-fifth caption, this time in collaboration with CaptionCutie and their new series that tickled my brain so hard I just had to be a loreslut and add more onto it.

MegaMom:
ProtoMom: YOU ARE HERE
GigaMom:

Mature Content

Reassignment:

Mature Content

Another Blank:

Mature Content

MegaMom X:

Years before MegaMom was unveiled to the world, the son of the Chief Scientist was born to a gentle, kind woman who wanted nothing more than to create another sibling for their son. Unfortunately, in his initial efforts to cure her infertility, the husband eventually lost interest in her as a woman, seeing her more as a tool to be used. After all, such a heavily-augmented person can't really be considered human anymore...

All image credits go to sub@
I do not own any rights to the image used. Please support the artist!

(Transcript)

When the fertility plague had begun years ago, you had been a normal woman with a normal job, with a handsome, eccentric husband and a newly-born baby boy. Unfortunately, like all the other women on the planet, you eventually caught the plague through air contact, causing your ovaries to stop producing eggs and your womb to become barren. You were heartbroken, having been in the process of trying to conceive a brother or sister for your baby boy. Eventually, all women on the planet had been affected by this plague, and a series of deadly conflicts involving military androids drastically reduced the human population. Eventually, the usual peace treaties were signed as all countries unified in the face of their possible extinction. Advanced technology developed to better help people kill other people was turned inwards in the hopes of finding a definitive solution to this threat. Your husband, one of the foremost minds involved with the military android projects, offered a possible solution: he could use the augments developed by his team to reverse the plague.

In addition, he offered you, his wife, the choice of becoming the “prototype platform” for these groundbreaking augments, knowing how depressed you had been all this time. You accepted the offer in an instant, trusting him to reverse the damage nature had done to you and all the other women on the planet. Thus, you became Prototype-01. You cried at the thought of being separated from your one and only child, but you knew you’d eventually be reunited with him after a while, able to give him a proper sibling to play with again.

Your identity was scrubbed from all documents and government databases as you were moved into the classified research and development facility, which had now become your new home. Things started off slow, with sub-dermal ports and other basic augments being implanted into your body. They made you uncomfortable, but you put up with your discomfort for the good of the human race. You knew your husband was wildly smart, and had your best interests in mind as your body began to change. Months. and later years went by, but the attempts to “reinvigorate” your reproductive organs had all failed. Simple sub-dermal implants had given way to far more invasive procedures, covering your once flawless body with countless ports and surface-level implants. Your once-modest breasts, hips and buttocks had expanded greatly from the daily feed of fertility drugs and estrogen your body absorbed, still trying to revitalize your motherly organs. The heat from all the various implants even required you to stay in a coolant bath 24/7 now, otherwise they would fry your few remaining organic components. Even after all of this, you were sure your husband would fix you, even as you began to see him less and less as time began dragging on.

Eventually, after so long of not having seen your husband, you were jolted awake by the sound of his voice one day. You had been asleep for... you didn’t know how long you had been asleep. Time had become a blur in the coolant bath, not nearly as chilly as it once was. It reminded you more of a warm bath now, or something else you could remember...

“So, what’s the latest status update on the Prototype? Any changes in activity or bodily function?” You heard him ask another person. Though you were submerged in the coolant bath, you had gotten used to its sound-dampening effects, able to hear all the subtle noises of the machines surrounding your own augmented, android form with ease.

“N-No sir. All bodily functions have remained unchanged, and her activity is virtually non-existent these days.” The younger voice said as I leaned my head up with some difficulty out of the bath, just enough to get my eyes and ears above the water. I wanted to see my husband. Wanted to see if he had finally found a solution after all this time.

“What about the conversion liquid? Is it still being produced at a reasonable rate?” He asked as I opened my eyes, finally getting a good look at him. All his brown hair had gone gray, and there were noticeable wrinkles on his face. His appearance stirred up something inside of your chest, something... awful. How long had you been here now, in this coolant bath?

“Her mammaries are still producing the conversion fluid at the recommended rate.” The younger man, obviously some kind of technician, explained in a nervous tone. “Sir, I went over the documents for the newest implants. I know we’ve done some preliminary testing, but we don’t have anything that can be used with the genotype of this conversion fluid yet. We’re close to making it cross-compatible, granted, but we don’t have anyone close enough right now who is... at least in time for the scheduled demonstration.”

You were confused by their words. Conversion fluid? Cross-compatibility? It sounded like they weren’t even referring to you half of the time. You wanted answers. You tried to lean up out of the coolant, but your body was so stiff from not having moved for so long, you found this quite difficult. The best you could manage was your head and one hand.

“Oh, yes we do.” Your husband answered in a condescending tone as he folded his arms across his chest. “The boy is a perfect match for the genotype. We already went over this.”

“But sir, respectfully... he’s your son. Your own son.” The technician argued, causing your heart to start beating noticeably faster in your chest. “The conversion process will be irreversible. The ‘Repopulators’ can, and never will be turned back to normal. Doesn’t that bother you? Your own son being turned into what’s essentially a... female pleasure bot?”

“He’s a grown man, perfectly capable of making his own decisions.” Your husband argued, causing adrenaline to begin surging through your body. “Don’t question my methods! I won’t be denied the honor of being the man to solve infertility! I’ll be a hero to all those slack-jaws, and I won’t let something like “family” get in the way of that!”

Suddenly, the monitors around your coolant bath began to go haywire as the adrenaline gave you the strength you needed to pull yourself out of the bath. Both your husband and the technician looked at you with shock, your husband in particular looking rather angry. You breathed deeply, feeling the air touch what little skin you were still showing.

“I thought you said it had no activity!” My husband yelled back at the technician who was bordering on panic. “Administer the calming agent now, you simpleton!”

“How long have I been here?! What are you going to do to my son?!” I shouted in a hoarse voice, trying to climb out. “Don’t leave me here! I’m not some experiment, you bastard!”

“Honey, honey... calm down.” He changed his tone, kneeling down next to me as I glared daggers at him. “We’ve figured out a solution, we just need to keep you here a little lon-”

I didn’t let him finish speaking before I slapped him as hard across the face as I possibly could. He had lied to me, used me, and left me here for years just to fulfill some selfish desire he had... and now planned to do the same to my own son. I tried to grab him, drag him into the pool with me, but it was too late. I felt myself go limp, falling back into the coolant.

Unbeknownst to me, everything he had said came to pass. He lied to my only son, having him unknowingly “sacrifice” himself in front of the whole world for my husband’s selfish desire to be “revered”. The “conversion fluid” produced by my augmented breasts would be used to subject many other people, both willing and unwilling, to this fate, and as a result, the human race once again flourished. But, long after my “daughter” first began giving birth, unintended changes to our race would slowly begin making themselves known...

Description
(THIS IS A PREQUEL TO CaptionCutie 's Custom Robutt - Megamom (TG Caption) . Also, it is NOT a happy story, so keep that in mind.)

My ninety-fifth caption, this time in collaboration with CaptionCutie and their new series that tickled my brain so hard I just had to be a loreslut and add more onto it.

MegaMom:
ProtoMom: YOU ARE HERE
GigaMom:

Mature Content

Reassignment:

Mature Content

Another Blank:

Mature Content

MegaMom X:

Years before MegaMom was unveiled to the world, the son of the Chief Scientist was born to a gentle, kind woman who wanted nothing more than to create another sibling for their son. Unfortunately, in his initial efforts to cure her infertility, the husband eventually lost interest in her as a woman, seeing her more as a tool to be used. After all, such a heavily-augmented person can't really be considered human anymore...

All image credits go to sub@
I do not own any rights to the image used. Please support the artist!

(Transcript)

When the fertility plague had begun years ago, you had been a normal woman with a normal job, with a handsome, eccentric husband and a newly-born baby boy. Unfortunately, like all the other women on the planet, you eventually caught the plague through air contact, causing your ovaries to stop producing eggs and your womb to become barren. You were heartbroken, having been in the process of trying to conceive a brother or sister for your baby boy. Eventually, all women on the planet had been affected by this plague, and a series of deadly conflicts involving military androids drastically reduced the human population. Eventually, the usual peace treaties were signed as all countries unified in the face of their possible extinction. Advanced technology developed to better help people kill other people was turned inwards in the hopes of finding a definitive solution to this threat. Your husband, one of the foremost minds involved with the military android projects, offered a possible solution: he could use the augments developed by his team to reverse the plague.

In addition, he offered you, his wife, the choice of becoming the “prototype platform” for these groundbreaking augments, knowing how depressed you had been all this time. You accepted the offer in an instant, trusting him to reverse the damage nature had done to you and all the other women on the planet. Thus, you became Prototype-01. You cried at the thought of being separated from your one and only child, but you knew you’d eventually be reunited with him after a while, able to give him a proper sibling to play with again.

Your identity was scrubbed from all documents and government databases as you were moved into the classified research and development facility, which had now become your new home. Things started off slow, with sub-dermal ports and other basic augments being implanted into your body. They made you uncomfortable, but you put up with your discomfort for the good of the human race. You knew your husband was wildly smart, and had your best interests in mind as your body began to change. Months. and later years went by, but the attempts to “reinvigorate” your reproductive organs had all failed. Simple sub-dermal implants had given way to far more invasive procedures, covering your once flawless body with countless ports and surface-level implants. Your once-modest breasts, hips and buttocks had expanded greatly from the daily feed of fertility drugs and estrogen your body absorbed, still trying to revitalize your motherly organs. The heat from all the various implants even required you to stay in a coolant bath 24/7 now, otherwise they would fry your few remaining organic components. Even after all of this, you were sure your husband would fix you, even as you began to see him less and less as time began dragging on.

Eventually, after so long of not having seen your husband, you were jolted awake by the sound of his voice one day. You had been asleep for... you didn’t know how long you had been asleep. Time had become a blur in the coolant bath, not nearly as chilly as it once was. It reminded you more of a warm bath now, or something else you could remember...

“So, what’s the latest status update on the Prototype? Any changes in activity or bodily function?” You heard him ask another person. Though you were submerged in the coolant bath, you had gotten used to its sound-dampening effects, able to hear all the subtle noises of the machines surrounding your own augmented, android form with ease.

“N-No sir. All bodily functions have remained unchanged, and her activity is virtually non-existent these days.” The younger voice said as I leaned my head up with some difficulty out of the bath, just enough to get my eyes and ears above the water. I wanted to see my husband. Wanted to see if he had finally found a solution after all this time.

“What about the conversion liquid? Is it still being produced at a reasonable rate?” He asked as I opened my eyes, finally getting a good look at him. All his brown hair had gone gray, and there were noticeable wrinkles on his face. His appearance stirred up something inside of your chest, something... awful. How long had you been here now, in this coolant bath?

“Her mammaries are still producing the conversion fluid at the recommended rate.” The younger man, obviously some kind of technician, explained in a nervous tone. “Sir, I went over the documents for the newest implants. I know we’ve done some preliminary testing, but we don’t have anything that can be used with the genotype of this conversion fluid yet. We’re close to making it cross-compatible, granted, but we don’t have anyone close enough right now who is... at least in time for the scheduled demonstration.”

You were confused by their words. Conversion fluid? Cross-compatibility? It sounded like they weren’t even referring to you half of the time. You wanted answers. You tried to lean up out of the coolant, but your body was so stiff from not having moved for so long, you found this quite difficult. The best you could manage was your head and one hand.

“Oh, yes we do.” Your husband answered in a condescending tone as he folded his arms across his chest. “The boy is a perfect match for the genotype. We already went over this.”

“But sir, respectfully... he’s your son. Your own son.” The technician argued, causing your heart to start beating noticeably faster in your chest. “The conversion process will be irreversible. The ‘Repopulators’ can, and never will be turned back to normal. Doesn’t that bother you? Your own son being turned into what’s essentially a... female pleasure bot?”

“He’s a grown man, perfectly capable of making his own decisions.” Your husband argued, causing adrenaline to begin surging through your body. “Don’t question my methods! I won’t be denied the honor of being the man to solve infertility! I’ll be a hero to all those slack-jaws, and I won’t let something like “family” get in the way of that!”

Suddenly, the monitors around your coolant bath began to go haywire as the adrenaline gave you the strength you needed to pull yourself out of the bath. Both your husband and the technician looked at you with shock, your husband in particular looking rather angry. You breathed deeply, feeling the air touch what little skin you were still showing.

“I thought you said it had no activity!” My husband yelled back at the technician who was bordering on panic. “Administer the calming agent now, you simpleton!”

“How long have I been here?! What are you going to do to my son?!” I shouted in a hoarse voice, trying to climb out. “Don’t leave me here! I’m not some experiment, you bastard!”

“Honey, honey... calm down.” He changed his tone, kneeling down next to me as I glared daggers at him. “We’ve figured out a solution, we just need to keep you here a little lon-”

I didn’t let him finish speaking before I slapped him as hard across the face as I possibly could. He had lied to me, used me, and left me here for years just to fulfill some selfish desire he had... and now planned to do the same to my own son. I tried to grab him, drag him into the pool with me, but it was too late. I felt myself go limp, falling back into the coolant.

Unbeknownst to me, everything he had said came to pass. He lied to my only son, having him unknowingly “sacrifice” himself in front of the whole world for my husband’s selfish desire to be “revered”. The “conversion fluid” produced by my augmented breasts would be used to subject many other people, both willing and unwilling, to this fate, and as a result, the human race once again flourished. But, long after my “daughter” first began giving birth, unintended changes to our race would slowly begin making themselves known...