Five Days with Hypnos-chan (Green-text, Resident Evil)

>Working in an umbrella facility because they pay well and, more importantly, you're concerned that they'll kill you if you try to leave.
>Get stuck working on some new tyrant program, the 'Hypnos' project.
>You don't know what exactly it's about but you do know that you've got to deal with a little girl with blue skin and white hair that looks about seven.
>Oh, she also has a clawed left hand but that's really not out of the ordinary for the tyrants.
>Little tyrant's eyes are following you around the room as you walk her through some tests, setting down blocks and having her spell words along with doing a few simple math problems.
>She does...adequate for a zombie type, the girl quickly becoming bored and you decide to stop after a while and just play with her, throwing a ball around a bit and watching her chase it until it's time to leave.
>You don't know why you did it but you gave the girls hair a ruffle before you left, a small coo escaping the girls before you went about your day.

>Day 2 of Hypnos project was astoundingly similar to the first, you were given the same blocks, some more math problems, and a teddy bear, although the latter was something you snuck in on you own volition.
>Oddly enough you were greeted by a happy cry of 'Anon!' as you entered the room, something impacting at your waist as soon as you came in.
>You did your best to not panic, although a few of the blocks slipped from your arms, and instead looked down to see what was latched on your waist, a familiar pair of white eyes looking back up at you.
>After you got over the weirdness of the tyrant being able to speak, you then got to deal with the weirdness of finding that she'd aged into her early teens, her hair longer and her body starting to look a bit trimmer as muscle began to come in.
>You started with the blocks but quickly tossed them aside as you found that she was more than intelligent enough to spell and speak, although you had to wonder how considering that she hadn't left the room.
>Math passed just as quickly with addition and subtraction giving way to multiplication and division before the sheets were all filled, an eager looking girl before you.
>Seeing as you had time to spend, most likely some managers attempts at getting you killed, you decided to pass time by talking with the tyrant, the discussion quickly becoming her asking you about the outside world.
>You told her of the cities and sights you'd seen, your stories about going to beaches being her favorite, until you decided to ask the little girl about..well...her.
>Her smile vanished and she stated in, no uncertain terms, that she hated her room.
>It was too small, the only folks, other than you, she saw were scientists, and there was nothing around to keep her occupied but herself.
>You noticed a few scratch marks on the wall but quickly decided to forget them as you saw how deep into the steel they were.
>Besides, you had something else to do.
>With a grin you sat the teddy bear before the weapon, telling the little girl that he was all hers now to play with.
>You'd barely gotten the words out of your mouth before you were tackled from your chair, the monster nuzzling her cheek against your chest as she thanked you, just as quickly picking up 'Mr. Bear' and running around with him in excitement.
>If you ignored the fact that she was a super weapon than it would've been cute.
>Time passed quickly and, soon enough, you were instructed to leave the room, the girl whining for you to stay while the jerk on the intercom repeated his instructions.
>You let out a sigh and apologized to the girl, saying that 'Duty calls' before leaving the room, giving her head a final pat as you left the room.

>Day 3 of project Hypnos began swimmingly with command chewing out your ass for introducing a variable to the experiment.
>Apparently the teddy bear was not on the approved list of items to be given to the experiment and Frank, one of the researchers, was now laid up in sick bay after he tried to take it.
>You personally didn't care as Frank was a bit of a dick but you still didn't enjoy having some frosty haired geezer chewing you out.
>After that you had more sheets of paper shoved into your hand, the questions covering everything from science to math to English.
>You got a few nasty glazes as you walked towards the containment area but you were otherwise let in without trouble.
>Up until the 'little' girl decided to tackle you again with another cry of "Anon!'
>Just like before it seemed that the tyrant had aged years during your absence, the girl now in her late teens and sporting some...impressive assets that made her lack of clothing fairly difficult to deal with.
>Her white hair was now long enough to cover her ample chest, although you saw a bit of her dark blue areola peeking out, and her lips were now plump and kissable, something that made her pretty face that more attractive.
>Her wide hips gave her body a decent curve but the femininity of her form was lessened a bit by the thick muscle that was beginning to form.
>The tyrants biceps and hamstrings were starting to show more definition and her thighs were now solid slabs of muscle, a hint of a six pack on her core finishing off the look.
>You did your best to stop your wandering eyes, instead focusing on asking her questions, but every so often she'd do a little movement that would bring you back her body, a heft of her chest emphasizing her breasts or the crossing and uncrossing of her legs almost letting you look at her womanhood.
>The worst bit is that you thought that she was doing it on purpose, a ghost of a smile playing at her bloodless lips as you tried to get her through geometry.
>Again the girl answered the questions with ease despite the lack of books in her room and as the last sheet was set down you again turned to questions.
>The two of you talked about school, something she was never going to go to, and, oddly enough, and after that you discussed amusement parks, the concept of roller-coasters piquing her interest.
>She expressed a desire to ride them and lamented being stuck in her room, a comment that made you note that the scars on the metal were much deeper and numerous now.
>You still managed to laugh though and said that it was probably for the best, remarking that she wouldn't be allowed into a park without any clothes.
>The atmosphere within the room seemed to change a bit and the tyrant leaned forward to ask you 'Why?', her chest moving a little bit from the change in position.
>You weren't particularly enthusiastic about teaching a BOW about the birds and the bees so you instead told her that people didn't take well to pretty women walking around naked.
>"Pretty?" the monster repeated, something resembling a blush on her cheeks "Do you really think that I'm pre-"
>A loud voice blared over the speakers and demanded you leave the room, the Tyrant's hopeful expression becoming a frightening snarl as she gazed hatefully at where the one way glass was, the voice repeating it's instructions as you stood with a sigh.
>"You'll be back tomorrow, right?" the girl asked, the bear clutched tightly to her blue chest and clawed hand stroking it's head gently.
>You gave her an affirmative and left her with a final pat of the head, the monster nuzzling into it slightly before you were forced to go, the scientist above getting angrier with each passing moment.
>Tomorrow...you were almost afraid to see what she'd look like when you next saw her.

>Day 4 of the Hypnos project did not go as you had planned.
>It started with you waking up to your alarm just in time for one of Umbrella's security forces to say hello with a rifle butt to the face, sending you back into the realm of slumber.
>Upon your next awakening you found yourself in a cell and still in your underwear, the irritated looking director informing you that your services would 'no longer be needed.'
>Apparently your performance has not met Umbrella's Standard so you were going to be detained and then reassigned to a place 'more fitting for someone of your caliber."
>That place was Rockfort Island.
>You stood up to argue but the guards around your cell made it very clear about what would happen if you got any more active than you were.
>So it was that you got to spend the rest of your day in a cell with two silent figures guarding you, only yourself and the graffiti on the cell wall there to entertain you as time ticked by.
>Strangely enough, you found yourself thinking more and more about the Hypnos Tyrant and what she must be doing right now.
>You hoped she wasn't too angry and, more importantly, that she wasn't taking her anger out on anyone else.
>Eventually you decided to spend the rest of your time in the cell sleeping, the silence of the cell singing you to sleep.

>Hypnos project, day 5(?)
>Although it was better than a slap in the face, the screaming alarms that awoke you the next morning were still unpleasant, the screaming of bells, the thunder of gunfire, and a polite, slightly British sounding women bidding you good morning, the last of them informing you about a 'Containment Breach' on more levels than you knew existed on the base.
>Your guards were long gone and, without a key, you could do little but sit and listen as the sounds were slowly replaced by newer, more frightening ones.
>The low, hungry moans of the dead and the pleasured groans of their meals.
>An outbreak.
>Shit.
>You'd figured that there would be one eventually, it was Umbrella after all, but you'd hoped to be long gone by the time one rolled around here, not stuck in a cage like a sardine inside of a tin.
>Ignoring the futility of the action, you stood up and tried to force the cage open by shaking it, pulling it, and, after one poor decision, punching it, all of your attempts ending in varying degrees of failure.
>Despair filled your heart and you sat back upon your cot to think up your next brilliant plan until, debating whether it would be faster to try and dig out with your hands or if you should try and spontaneously get the ability to teleport.
>You were about to try the latter plan when some new noise reached your ears, heavy foot steps and the shrieking of metal demanding your attention.
>It seems that some experiment had decided to hunt in the cell block for fresh meat, drawing ever closer with each passing second.
>Needless to say, you soon found new energy with which to try and break he bars, straining and groaning as the cage impassibly stood between you and whatever was on it's way.
>You felt the cage budge just a little when the door leading to the prison was, quite literally, shredded, a set of massive talons cutting through the reinforced steel as if it was butter.
>You weren't a religious man but you decided to let the big guy know that you were sorry for everything you'd ever done except for punching Old Nick in the face.
>The old man knew the risks of stealing your lunch.
>The remains of the door collapsed and you backed against the cot in an attempt to put as much distance between you and 'it' as you could, trying to get an extra second of survival out of the situation.
>The figure in the door stood a towering eight feet tall and muscle covered it's body, a solid looking six pack covering it's core and it's limbs packed with muscle, the biceps putting you and most men out there to shame.
>One hand was a massive, black clawed thing with talons the size of a man's forearm while it's other was a relatively normal human arm that held...a teddy bear.
>"Anon!" an older sounding, yet still recognizable, voice called as the Hypnos Tyrant strode into your room, a warm smile on her, now more mature, face.
>It seems that in the time you'd been gone her body had undergone another transformation, her features fit for a twenty five year old woman instead of the late teen you'd last seen.
>Her hips were still quite wide, wider now due to the height increase, and her chest was nothing less than titanic, her breasts easily putting most holstaurus to shame with only her long white hair to keep them decent, the back of it falling to her tight rear.
>The familiar face slowed your beating heart a bit, which was promptly undone by the sight of her naughty bits, and a smile split across your face as you called out to the girl, asking her what she was doing there.
>"I'm freeing you, silly!" the tyrant said with a giggle that was at odds with her figure "There's no way I would let those pathetic little scientists take you from me!"
>There was a little venom in her voice at the end but you quickly ignored it as she shredded your cell door with a swipe, the bars clattering to the floor now that they'd been freed.
>The story, as it turned out, was a relatively short one.
>It seems that the Tyrant had not taken well to your tardiness and once she'd learned that you'd been 'reassigned', as the scientists put it, she'd decided to try and pay you a visit, waiting until that evening to break out to save you.
>Said break out had then resulted in a chemical spill of the virus and the prompt release of all subjects on the island but the tyrant didn't seem to care, she'd found you.'
>You congratulated the girl and, after getting on your tip toes, gave her a pat of the head but it quickly became apparent that it wasn't enough to satisfy her now.
>"So Anon," she said with a smile that was nothing short of devilish, stepping forward so that her bulk pushed you back "Do you still think I'm pretty?"
>You informed the monster that you did, matching each step forward with a step back until you tripped on the cot, the girl looming before you.
>"Well then, shall you show me how pretty you think that I am?"
>You couldn't even manage a word before she straddled you, setting the teddy bear down next to you and undoing your boxers with a swift slice of the claw.
>The last thing you did before the tyrant took you is to spin the teddy bear around, his button eyes gazing at the opposite side of the wall so he didn't bear witness to the act you were about to commit.

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>Umbrella wrote the island off as a loss and never returned to it, a clean up crew never dispatched due to the numerous legal battles that put the company under.
>You lived out a happy life on the island with Hypnos until a passing boat brought you both back to civilization, the healthy little nest egg you'd put together allowing you two to get a nice home in the country where the pair of you lived in peace, the only forays you made into the city consisting of trips to the theater, visits to the amusement parks, and, eventually, trips for diapers.