UFMP

Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout 3, this story is fiction, and any likeness in the names is purely coincidental. I do
not make any profit off of this story.

*Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait for chapter 2 (and yes the good stuff is finally here), I had completed
chapter 2, but it got erased when my computer broke and I was without computer for a while (thank goodness for the
warranty)I also am going to edit the first chapter to make it easier to read.

"Pearson are you done yet?"

"I will be momentarily, Doctor."

Pearson finished the stitching the cut in the subjects side and turned towards a dark one-way viewing window cut into
the gray steel walls.

"Doctor Jenson the subject is ready and the operation was a success", Jenson stated, addressing the voice from earlier.

"It had better have been successful Pearson, the last one died an hour after surgery", the voice from before angrily
replied.

Pearson got up and headed out of the experiment chamber.

As he left two guards entered from another door on the other side of the steel chamber and carefully unstrapped the subject.

They carried the subject out of the chamber and down a hallway before arriving at a small room.

The guard punched a code into keypad adjacent to the door.

The room was furnished much like a prison cell, a small sink, mirror, and toilet sat at one end and a small cot with scratchy sheets and a foam mattress lay against the wall; the only addition it had over a prison cell was a small shower in the corner.

They carefully set the subject down and left, the door silently closing behind them.

Tasha tried to open her eyes but lacked the strength, she tried again and got them open enough to see a small crack of light.

Finally she managed to fully open her eyes, then tried to sit up, but immediately laid back down in pain.

She hadn't noticed the pain before, but now it awoke with dull throbs and little spikes of fire all over her body.

She lost all sense of time has she laid there consumed in pain and to weary to try to sit up.

Eventually the door to the room slid open and a small man came in carrying a small tray with a bowl, a glass, and some small pills upon it.

Here he said carefully guiding the cup to her lips, Tasha greedily drank. He then presented the pill and put it in front of her mouth.

"Open", he commanded.

When Tasha hesitated at first he replied, "It will help with the pain."

Tasha opened her mouth before even releasing what she was doing and he quickly shoved the pill in.

He handed her the cup and she somehow found the strength to drink it along with the pill.

He set the bowl of food on the floor next to her cot and left.

Tasha laid on her bed for another hour or two before carefully sitting up, she still felt the pain, but it was now just a distant throb.

She looked down at the bowl and its grim contents.

The bowl had a gray mush in it and smelled as bad as it looked, but Tasha had gone without food for several hours and she hungrily dug into the gray mush.

A few hours later Tasha started pacing around the little room, she tried to ease off the stiffness of being cooped up in her bed for so long.

She went over to the mirror and grimaced at her pale appearance.

At one time she had been quite tan and very attractive, now however she was still good looking, but she lacked make-up and was a little gaunt.

She noticed her breast looked a little bit bigger than before, she had enjoyed her large bust, and she although confused she wasn't upset about the change.

She took off the smelly jumpsuit she was wearing to fully examine herself.

She gasped as the reality of what had happened in the room met her eyes.

She had a stitch line running on both sides of her hips and another running from her midsection down to her crotch, she also had needle marks around the her nipples.

She was so focused on the sight of her surgery that she didn't notice someone enter her room.

The voice was what finally awoke her from the trance she was in, "Don't worry the scars will heal quickly".

"W..wh..what happened to me?", she stammered.

"Surgery was required to prep you for experimentation," the man stated it so matter-of-factly that it broke Tasha out of her trance and she saw it was the older doctor speaking.

"Doctor Jenson isn't it?", Tasha asked.

"Yes I am Doctor Robert T. Jenson, I have several doctorates for multiple fields of biology, most prominently genetics and anatomy."

Tasha just shook her head amazed at how unfazed the doctor was of her nudity and how easily (and proudly) he presented himself.

"Why am I being kept in this cell, I thought I was a special patient, not some criminal?," Tasha asked.

The doctor gave her one of those past the glasses and down the nose like looks and replied,"First off you are not a prisoner and second you are not a patient. You are a subject, when you signed the agreement to experimentation you released all your humanly rights to us. A patient is one who has the right to choose treatment, you do not have that right."

Tasha was about to retort, but Jenson cut her off, "Before you give me some lecture on human rights, you might want to do some reading."

He set a book down upon Tasha's bed.

"The following contains a brief rendition of the falling of the bombs and the state of the world almost 200 years after. It is very rare so I would like it back in perfect condition if you don't mind."

Tasha stared confusedly at the doctor, "Almost 200 years, then what year is it?"

"The current year is 2275, you have been frozen in cryogenic sleep for almost 200 years."

With that statement he left and Tasha slowly sat down as it dawned upon her that she was 200 years older than she thought was.

Tasha did read the book and was horrified at gruesome descriptions it gave of life outside the vaults.

Eventually she started crying as the reality that her family and friends were probably dead sunk in.

With these sad tears she drifted off to sleep.

Tasha was left relatively alone in the cell for an entire year and the only visitors were the orderly who brought food, Jenson who examined the healing of her scars, and Samuel the doctor who Jenson pushed around.

Samuel gave her books to read ranging from cooking books, to the proper caring for weapons, to how to buy and sell like a professional salesman.

When she asked him about the strange and limited selection he replied, "Books are rare and most of those that survived the bombs were saved because they contained survival tips and war tactics."

Tasha eventually found out that the doctors were waiting for her wounds to heal and an infection, that had her bedridden for weeks, halfway through the recovery complicated their plans.

Almost a year from the day of the surgery Tasha was getting up one morning, when Jenson stormed into the room.

"Time for your check-up."

Tasha obediently discarded her clothing and allowed the doctor to examine her now clear and flawless skin.

He reached up and tested the firmness of her breasts, about a year when he had first tried that Tasha had slapped him and he angrily explained that he was checking the affects of the surgery and not sexually harassing her.

As he finished he smiled, the only time Tasha had ever seen him smile, and he pronounced, "You are fully healed and the surgery seems to have been a success."

Tasha suddenly felt very frightened and realized that the UFMP experiments were about to start.

In the long time she had been adjusting to the fact that she was 200 years ahead of the time she remembered, she had forgotten about the experiments.

Doctor Jenson hurried out of the room and Tasha sat down fear gnawing at the edges of her mind.

A few hours passed before two guards entered the room and asked her to get dressed and follow them.

Tasha dressed, but when rebelliously refused to leave her room, they forcefully grabbed her arms and dragged her along.

Tasha was dragged into the same chamber that her surgery had been conducted in.

The guards then left and Jenson's voice boomed over a loudspeaker in the room,"Now then just relax and except what is about to happen to you, the more you struggle the more it will hurt and we don't want our first successful candidate to be damaged."

On the far side of the chamber a section of wall began splitting down the middle and Tasha realized that it was a door and not a wall like she had originally thought.

As the door slid further open Tasha could hear squeaks coming form the other side.

As the doors fully opened a large rat like creature emerged, Tasha wanted to bolt in terror at the sight of the thing, but she had no where to go.

*Author's note: Sorry for the interruption, the following is split into segments, but is one long winded speech by the doctor.

Doctor Jenson's voice came from the loudspeakers as the creature slowly circled Tasha sniffing at her,"Tasha, you
might be wondering about the changes we made to your body.

You really are a marvel of science,

we successfully thickened the walls of your uterus and using the latest genetics we rebuilt it to allow it to stretch much farther than the normal, the human,

we replaced your hip bones with a synthetic plastic that is more resilient than normal bone and can stretch without losing its original shape;

we also added two small glands to your breasts, resulting in the bigger size, which can alter the milk you produce to that of whatever creature is in your womb while also increasing the quantity of milk you can produce,

lastly we added a pheromone gland above your uterus, which can replicate a number of scents attracting multiple different types of creatures and exerts an aphrodisiac into your blood stream to allow you to more adapt to the idea of whatever you are mating with."

Tasha hesitantly tried to head for the opened doors, but the creature decided that it was ready and leaped upon her back.

As Tasha was knocked to the ground she realized that the creature must be a mole rat, while larger than the normal mole rat they are considered diminutive compared to many of the other wasteland creatures.

The mole rat placed its sharp teeth at the base of Tasha's neck which instantly halted any further struggling on Tasha's part.

Tasha's was frightened by as the musky aroma of the mole rat wafted into her nostrils she began to feel a heat between her legs.

The mole rat's cock slid out of its body from its protective sheath and the mole rat began humping the air, attempting to hit Tasha's pussy.

Tasha's resolve started to waver as the gland within her body spread the heat from her pussy to her whole body.

Tasha squirmed as the mole rat kept up its attempts to enter her and half of her mind was disgusted and was squirming to keep the mole rat out, while the other half was attempting to get her to help the mole rat enter her to relief the mounting heat in her loins.

At first the two were counter productive as each tried to line up the mole rat's cock for entry.

Finally the lust side of Tasha's lust ridden mind won and she slowly stop squirming as much and allowed the mole rat to enter her.

Tasha's pussy lips were leaking juices at this point and the mole rat's cock was throbbing as pheromones from within Tasha's body willed them on.

Tasha was a virgin, so the mole rat's 6 inch cock didn't make it very far into her body before it met a very frustrating barrier.

It crossed Tasha's delirious mind once that her virginity was about to be taken away by some radiation mutated creature.

Unfortunately for Tasha this didn't stop her from wanting its cock to relief the blinding heat that now was coursing through her nether regions.

"Oh god", Tasha moaned out as the mole rat's cock tried to enter further into her body.

Tasha decided to help it out and pushed hard back as it finally ripped her hymen.

The pain was obvious for Tasha, but the mole rat only knew that the way ahead was clear so it rushed forward full steam.

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh," Tasha moaned as the mole rat fucked her pussy.

Blood leaked out from between her legs, proof of her lost virginity, but to the two lust controlled fuckers it was merely lubricant.

The pain for Tasha died away quickly and she started to hump back as the mole rat humped forward.

The mole rat's cock stabbed like a spear deep inside her and Tasha's pussy griped like a vice on the mole rat's cock.

"Fuck me harder", Tasha yelled at the mole rat.

"Fuck meeeeeeee", Tasha screamed as the heat boiled over in her pussy and she orgasmed leaking juices all over the mole rat's thrusting cock.

Tasha's pussy clamped down painfully on the small creature's cock igniting its own release.

Tasha felt wet warmth flowing into her and smiled as her lover emptied himself into her womb.

The two lied there trying to collect themselves and when Tasha turned around to look behind her at the creature who had just mated her she realized the mole rat wasn't moving.

She slowly removed from herself form underneath it and felt their combined juices slowly slid out of her pussy as its cock was removed.

She examined the creature more closely and realized it was dead, the pleasure had been to much for the small animal and its heart had given out upon release.

Tasha felt some overwhelming affection for the gruesome thing and felt greatly saddened that her first fuck, her first mate was dead.

"Excellent job subject 117", Jenson congratulated over the loudspeaker.

"Guards please return the subject to her room for showering and examination", Jenson continued.

As Tasha was led out of the room she wondered if the mole rat had been successful in putting its offspring within her and what the offspring would look like.

*Author's note: That is it for chapter 2, I hope to expand upon Tasha's character as the story progresses. Also feel free to leave feedback and what you think I could do to improve upon the story. I hope to have chapter 3 up sometime this week. Ciao.