Bloodrights

"Ughh," you sighed, picking yourself up off the floor. You'd tripped while carrying a tray of blood samples, and now scarlet drops covered you and shards of glass were embedded in your hand. "Jesus, I guess I'd better get cleaned up and tested." You turned to look at your boss Caroline, who stared back in horror, then ran for the door.

It was already locked. "No, let me out!" she shouted at the ceiling. "I've not had any contact, no particle exposure! It's just him! Let me out!" Caroline sank to the floor, her vivid black hair hanging in front of her face as she sobbed.

You'd only been at Ashford Labs a few weeks, cataloguing blood types of samples that were delivered each day. Low level work, sure, and you didn't really know what Ashford were working on, but jobs were scarce. Now you looked in horror as the glass walls of the lab were covered by metal plates and the room fogged with gas. You slipped into unconsciousness.

You woke on the hard, steel floor of a large cell. Caroline sat in the opposite corner, eyeing you warily. You went to move toward her and she almost screamed, "stay back!"

"What's going on? Where are we?" You felt cold and hungry.

"Don't you know who Ashford Labs were? What we were working on? All those safety protocols you wrecked with your fucking clumsiness? Ashford Labs used to be Umbrella!"

You held your head in disbelief. Umbrella. Bio-engineering. Monster plagues. Raccoon City, Kijuju, Spain... Millions dead.

Caroline spoke softly, realising you had no idea. "We're the experiment now. Maybe nothing happens... but look at yourself. I think something already is. Which means I'm either next, or I'm dead." You looked down at your hands... Your skin was pale, almost chalk white, and your nails - it looked like you hadn't trimmed them in weeks. More than that, the hunger inside you was rising.

"Are they going to feed us?"

She shook her head. "I doubt it. I think they'll want to see what happens when you're hungry."

"I'm... I'm already hungry..." you murmured. She cowered in response. "No Caroline... I would never hurt you, never hurt anyone!" But even as you said it, you knew that you will. Something inside you was already building, and in the following hours you felt hungrier and hungrier. The thing in you was pushing at the surface of your being, looking for a way to express your new nature. 

You tried to sleep but couldn't, and in the dim light of the cell you watched Caroline as she eventually drifted off. She was pretty, older than you by probably twenty years but in great shape. Her dark hair, elegant features, age and healthy bust made her the kind of hot mommy you sometimes fantasized about. It had certainly made it easy to take orders from her when working. But now her authority had gone, replaced by a vulnerability that practically invited you to crawl over to her silently, pin her down and sink your long fangs into her flesh. 

In a moment that began in horror and ended in ecstacy, you ran your tongue over your teeth.

You did have fangs. 

Your fingertips and lips were cold. You knew your old body was changing, dying. You didn't even feel human any more... and you owed this woman nothing. This woman was only cattle to you.

In seconds you were on her, drinking her blood, feeling it nourishing you, accelerating your changes. With a thrill that was more than sexual, drenched in the dead woman's gore, you felt power course through you, burning away so much of what you were. All the colour of your skin was now gone, and under your clothes you could feel your body straining, growing, limbs lengthening. Your cock was hard in your sweat-soaked underwear, and untouched it pumped load after load of cold cum into your clothes.

Gas hissed into the room once again.

You awoke in chains, looking down on a scientist speaking to an older, well dressed woman on the other side of a glass partition.

"We instigated the Tyrant protocol immediately, but this is clearly something different. Within four hours he had developed extended canine teeth and practically devoured a colleague. After six hours he had grown by almost two feet, and lost all pigmentation. But we aren't seeing the developed musculature or arterial systems that the T-Virus stimulates in Tyrant transformations - instead he's almost emaciated. Also we've seen spontaneous ejaculation followed by atrophying of the genitals."

The woman pondered a moment. "The fingernails and teeth, and the size though... There may be some practical use here. Can we isolate the strain?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, your cousins the Ashfords made great advances in this field, but Wesker and Umbrella rushed things - made great mistakes and risked the integrity of the our very species. We must be careful, more careful than they were." The scientist shook his head. "I know this is an exciting and unexpected development, but we must be patient."

"I direct the pace of work here, doctor. Gas him again and take a set of samples I can transport," said the lady.

Once again the cell filled with gas, and you braced for the effect. It never came. You no longer breathed, so it could not affect you. With an animal cunning, you bowed your head and closed your eyes as the anaesthetic was pumped away again. The doctor and Lady Dimitrescu entered your cell and approached you. You pulled the chains that held you clean off the wall in a single flex, and extending your nails into impossibly long claws sliced the scientist's head from his body.

"No!" The woman cried out in fear. You felt a wave of chemicals emitted from her, new senses detecting the adrenaline in her system. You seized her and bit down, the sweet cocktail of her rich diet and the terror she felt both present in her blood. You gulped it down. Immediately you felt it begin to fuel you.

This time you remained cogent as the transformation continued. You became taller again, pushing ten feet in height, but also gained weight. You ripped off the rags of your old clothes to reveal a body blossoming with strength, your limbs becoming shapely, dark hair falling from your head. In the glass of the cell, you watched your face shift from drawn and sickly to feminine and refined. Something of the character and physique of the two women was being rebuilt in your body.

"Yes... yes... Make me beautiful as befits my status," you hissed in a voice that seemed almost aristocratic. You watched your limp, desiccated penis shrivel up and disappear, the white skin there parting to reveal labia and a clitoris of the lightest shade of pink. Retracting your claws, you pushed a finger inside yourself, working your new sex as your hips spread either side of your new genitals, and your ass swelled behind you. On your chest, two mounds throbbed into place, growing heavier and rounder until you possessed a pair of huge pale tits. You palmed them with satisfaction, noting how much your figure delighted you, before making your way out of the cell and out of the laboratory complex.

You killed sixteen more people as you left, and wrapped in only bedsheets from an empty room made your way with frightening speed over fields and through the forests to the castle you felt was your birthright. The Dimitrescu name would live on in you... after all, you were her flesh and blood.

Notes: I'm a huge Resi fan and had a request to write a story about transforming into the giant hot mommy vampire from the forthcoming Village game. This story is pure baseless speculation on my part to tie her in with Umbrella and include a bit of tg tf.