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Quaranteam: Unbroken Mold - Ch. 9 (alphas)
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 09:01:34 +0000 UTCChapter Nine
July 20th, 2020
Tom knew to expect things to be a little weird when people were waking up from regeneration, but he had no idea exactly how odd this day was going to get. He and M/M/A (Meg/Mel/Ainsley) had been out for their morning workout, and they’d all gotten extremely competitive about it. It was supposed to be a light job, but it had turned into several sprint runs. Originally it had intended to be just one run, but the results of that first race had been extremely confusing.
Tom’s slightly longer legs had given him a little bit of an advantage, so he’d won, which was no real surprise, but the big concern had been the results between the trio.
They’d tied.
Exactly.
Five times in a row.
The first time, it had been an oddity. So, they’d run it again, and everyone finished at the exact same time. And again. And they kept coming up the same.
They’d spent a good hour or so, testing things like reflexes and strength, and the results were identical each and every time. The three of them performed identically and consistently. While they’d sort of been of the understanding that they’d be physically mirrors of each other, none of them had expected that to go all the way down to things like reaction times, or that it would be so easily demonstrable.
It was the reliability of everything that sort of freaked Tom out the most. Even if they were physically replicas off a singular mold, there were things that still didn’t add up, like one of them had to be hearing the go sound half a second earlier, and should be getting a faster start, but it was almost as if the instant the first of them started to move, the other two moved in sequence with them. The girls thought it was cool, but Tom couldn’t help but be slightly unnerved by it, not that he intended to let it show to them.
He'd already accidentally found a way to get their wires a little crossed, although not intentionally. He’d been grabbing bottles of orange juice from the commissary for them before they headed back to their barracks and said ‘catch!’ without specifying which of the three he was talking to, and so all three had reached up, and all three had been about to collide hands when they realized what they were doing, and two hands withdrew and Ainsley’s had gone up to catch the bottle from the air. The second time, Meg had stepped forward a little, and it wasn’t as ambiguous, and Mel let her friend catch the bottle uncontested.
Tom was keeping notes in his head until he could get a chance to write them down for his report.
He hoped he wouldn’t have too many things to juggle, but the day was young.
“It’s weird,” Ainsley said to Mel. “I almost feel like I can sort of sense how close you two are, even when I’ve got my eyes closed.”
“Me too,” Meg added.
“That makes three of us, although I can also tell you about how far Tom is away from us at nearly any moment,” Mel said.
“Oh, I thought that just went without saying,” Ainsley giggled.
“That’s bullshit,” Tom said. “That’s completely untrue.”
“You want proof?” Ainsley laughed. She peeled her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her top covered by just a sports bra, but it hid everything anyway. Then she tied the shirt around her head, blocking her face. “Okay, I can’t see anything. Spin me around.”
“Hang on, let me check and make sure she can’t see anything,” Tom said, stepping in to look at her for a moment before stepping back. “Okay, sure. She can’t see. Spin her good.”
Meg and Mel grabbed Ainsley and began spinning her around and around and around, while Tom himself moved from where he’d started, standing off almost completely on the other side of her, his footfalls completely covered by the sounds of them twisting Ainsley in endless spirals before letting her go and backing away from her.
“Okay, Ains, where is he?” Mel said after she was several feet away, and about seventy degrees off from Tom’s position.
“He’s right over there,” Ainsley said, pointing directly in Tom’s direction. “About nine paces away, give or take a few.”
They repeated this second experiment several times as well, with Meg and Mel also taking turns in being the blindfolded one, and every time, the girls had been pointing less than a couple of degrees off from where Tom was standing. And, each and every time, they were sure of where he was by a few feet.
While the girls thought it was cool, Tom had to admit to himself that he found it all a little disturbing and somewhat creepy. It was like they had some sort of invisible radar for where he was. He’d even made the other two girls look away and stand off to one side, so they couldn’t see him, as maybe he thought they were signaling each other somehow. But after the others couldn’t even tell where he was, each of the girls who’d just been spun around with their eyes covered still knew where Tom was.
When they’d gotten back to the barracks, N/N/A (Nic/Nat/Amanda) had woken up, but were still having a dreadful time adapting to the changes to their bodies, now that they’d woken up and the major changes of the molding process had been made. The Doctors Meyers had warned them that their bones would be brittle and that learning to walk again with their new body dimensions would take some time getting used to, but the trio had somehow thought that had been overstated, and were mostly sitting in or lying down on the beds that they had just recently woken up from, occasionally trying to move and stand up, barely able to remain on their feet for more than a few seconds. The three were half dressed, having tried and failed to put on their paper gowns.
“I thought these fucking bodies were supposed to be better!” Nat growled as she held a lock of her newly crimson hair in her hands. “All they are is bigger and more useless! I can’t even stand upright!”
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Tom said to them, waving his hands. “You’ve all grown inches in height. Your arms and legs aren’t at all the proportions they were when you last went to sleep, and the doctors told you that you would be putting on muscle mass and bone density for days, even weeks. Have none of you ever broken a bone or injured anything?”
“A pulled hammy’s a lot different than ‘my legs won’t keep me standing,’ Tom!” Nic grumbled as she tried to stand up again before wobbling and gently falling back down onto the bed. “And we’re stuck wearing these damn paper gowns and sleeping on these butcher paper sheets because we’re temporarily allergic to fabric and everything sucks!”
“We’ve been trying to throw that tennis ball between us,” Amanda said, gesturing with an overly dramatic flourish of her wrist towards the object resting on the floor between them, “and not one of us has been able to catch it yet. We’re Division One Softball players who can’t throw or catch a fucking ball, Tom!”
“Yeah! I get it, Mandy!” Tom said, rubbing his face with one hand. “But you’ve been awake in physically new bodies for, what, an hour, tops? Meg and Mel who were far closer to the mold template took several days to adjust and Ains took nearly a week. Stop being so hard on yourselves! This is going to take time and effort and, above all else, patience!”
“C’mon, let’s get you three fully dressed into the gowns and into wheelchairs so we can take you down to see the Doctors Meyer for your initial post molding physicals,” Ainsley said as she moved over to Amanda. “Relax Mandy. We’ll get through this, okay?”
“Easy for you to say,” Amanda muttered. “You’ve already gotten used to all of it.”
Ainsley moved over to Amanda and crouched down to wrap her arms around her new Teammate in a soft and comforting hug. “You’ll get over it in time, babe,” she said. “Just have a little faith.” She leaned in and gave Amanda a peck on the cheek before the frailer of the two grabbed Ainsley’s head and turned to press her lips against her mirror lookalike.
The two suddenly began to kiss frantically, as Ainsley reached up and ripped the paper gown off Amanda, shredding it away from her body as her hand moved up to cup one of Amanda’s breasts, setting the girl off into a whimper and moan. While that might have seemed impressive, it was much more so when Amanda did it seconds later, reaching up to rip the t-shirt down the front from the neckline. What was even more impressive was that the sports bra Ainsley had underneath went with it, exposing the tits that were a perfect match for her own, the cotton layers far stronger than paper.
Ainsley kicked off her shoes and socks, then tugged off her leggings and panties to get as naked as Amanda was before crawling up on top of her on the bed, pushing her near duplicate back against the paper cover atop the mattress.
“Mandy, Ainsley, what the hell are you two doing?” Tom asked, although he was fairly certain that their brains were not in a state where they could hear him. As he looked at the other four, he saw they were pairing off and stripping down in similar fashion, their eyes matching thousand-yard stares. He tried to reach over and shake one of them loose out of their trance and back into the present, but he might as well have been trying to signal the Mars Rover by semaphore.
Meg had shoved Nic onto her back and was in the process of shoving her face between Nic’s thighs, running her tongue along the length of Nic’s slit while Nic was trying to tug Meg’s leggings down so that she could return the favor, the two laying in counter directions.
Mel and Nat were in a similar position, but Mel had Nat pinned up against the headboard with her legs pointing towards the base of the bed. Her face was buried between her partner’s legs, and Nat was moaning feverishly.
What bothered Tom most, however, was the girls’ eyes. The girls on the giving end seemed to have normal eyes, but the girls on the receiving end had their eyes rolled all the way to the back of their heads, completely lost in the moment of whatever was happening to them.
And then it got worse.
Beneath their breath, Nic, Nat and Mandy were all saying the same word, in the same tone, at the same pace, starting at the same nanosecond – “synchronizing.”
That was the point where Tom began to panic.
He didn’t want to leave them alone, but right now, he felt like it was more important to get the Doctors Meyers and to have their opinion about what was going on, so he darted out of the room and out of the building, heading across the base over to the main research building. It couldn’t have been more than a few hundred yards, but it felt like it took him an eternity to get across from one building to the other.
“Doctors! I need you to come here! I think something’s gone wrong with my partners!” Tom shouted at the two, who both looked up quite startled from their research. Tom had rushed in quick enough that Guerrera and Vaughn both had their hands on their sidearms before they’d recognized it was him and relaxed a bit. “They’re… they’re acting super fucking weird.”
“What do you mean?”
“Some of them have their eyes rolled back in their heads! And they’re saying the word ‘synchronizing’ over and over again, like they did when they were imprinting, except they’re not unconscious! They’re still doing things!”
Each of the Doctors moved to grab different things – the male Meyers grabbed his laptop and a frequency scanner, while the female Meyers grabbed a couple of different cameras – and then they and the two guards moved to head back towards the barracks.
When they got back to the main building, the female doctor began planting cameras around the room, as the male doctor turned on the frequency scanner and began writing notes feverishly, although they were mostly just watching all of Tom’s partners attack each other sexually.
During Tom’s absence, all three pairs had moved onto one bed, and Nic, Nat and Mandy were all holding hands as they were being eaten out, as if forming some kind of physical connection.
Those who’d just woken from imprinting were slightly off tempo but all three who were the aggressors were moving in perfect tandem, in full coordination with each other, although no one seemed to be looking back and forth to take cues. They were just intuiting what to do next without speaking a word.
It was disturbing.
The three pairings refused to slow down or even pause, and Tom’s attempt to shake their shoulders didn’t even make them flinch. They were relentless and the chorus of moans were getting louder and louder. None of them were talking now, their throats too busy gasping at air.
Tom looked over and the signal detector was going crazy, and the male Meyer was typing constantly. “Is this normal?” he asked them.
“Nothing about this process is in any place where we can call it ‘normal’ in any fashion, Lieutenant,” the male Meyer said. “We’re learning each time we run another test, but no, this didn’t happen with the Airmen.”
“Not that we can remember, anyway,” Airman Vaughn said. “We had a few blackouts during the early days, so it’s possible something like this went down…”
“…although I think I’d be surprised if it did,” Airman Guerrera said.
“This is a lot different than what we went through.”
“Of course, our body types didn’t have as far to change either.”
“It might be affected by the numbers,” the female Meyers said.
“This is a bigger jump by scale than we’ve done so far,” the male Meyers added. “All this data, this is fascinating and incredibly useful…”
“The signal’s picking up.”
The three women on the receiving end seemed to tense up and plateau, and that was made completely evident by the fact that all three women started spraying clear liquid into the faces of their partners, each of the three who was laying down orgasming in tandem. There was no delay between one and the other two; all three began gushing and stopped squirting at the exact same moment.
Before the trio was even done shaking, the other trio had risen from the bed and made their way over to a box of sex toys that had been recently provided by the doctors at the request of Joe and Tom’s partners. Mel found what she was looking for first, a strap on dildo with a harness, getting herself into it before standing up straight and simply waiting. After a moment, Meg joined her, repeating the process with an identical set just as Ainsley was pulling a third out of the box. None of them made any motion towards the trio still gasping like fish out of water before all three had their matching dildos strapped on, and they stood in position in formation. Once all three were ready, they moved in lockstep over towards the bed, each crawling on from the foot of it in perfect coordination.
Each of the three crawled over their intended target, and three sets of legs lifted up to wrap around three different waists, as three different dildos entered three different pussies and three matching moans ascended into the air.
Synchronized movement between multiple people always had a somewhat unnatural appearance to it, and this was no different. The trio moved in precise repetition, but it almost seemed like they were slightly staggered, Meg thrusting a half-second ahead of Mel who was half-second ahead of Ainsley. It almost felt like a waltz, one, two, three, one, two, three, Meg, Mel, Ains, Meg, Mel, Ains. But, like in that old experiment where pendulum clocks were hung on a single beam, the time in between their individual strokes was decreasing, and after a minute or so, they all thrust in at the same moment and drew back in perfect harmony as well.
They had become less like people and more like machines, a singular engine humming along without disruption or friction, the three on top the pistons, the three on the bottom the cylinders, chug chug chug, like a human train, all working together to head towards a singular destination.
It also wasn’t going to take them that long to get there.
The train was a non-stop express.
The thrusts gained pace, moving faster and faster, the three women pounding down onto the women beneath them, each triad holding hands, one link above, one below.
Both Meyers were taking notes now, the female Meyers scrawling on a yellow legal pad with a pen while her husband typed in relentlessly, as the two trios collided again and again, a chorus of moans growing louder and louder.
Within a couple of minutes, all six women achieved some kind of shared orgasm that seemed to blast through all of them at the same moment, like a singular note held in vibrato by an opera singer, a prolonged moment that dragged out for what felt like a minute before the tension popped.
“Synchronization complete,” the six voices in unison stated , in the exact same tone, pitch and cadence as if they were singing in a choir. .
The room was deadly silent except for everyone’s breathing as they waited to see what the six entranced women would do next.
Tom, Doctors Meyers and the two Airmen watched as the eyes of the three women below rolled forwards again. The trio stretched their arms and yawned, trying to do so in unison, the only thing stopping them being the unfamiliarity with their new bodies. “That hit the spot,” the three said, as they brought their arms up to their partners’ necks and brought them down for a deep kiss to show their appreciation.
A cough from Vaughn or Guerrera, Tom wasn’t sure which, caused the six to break the kiss and realize that they had an audience.
Meg, Mel and Ainsley withdrew from their partners and unfastened the strapons, their motions acting in concert with each other as if the three were Rockettes performing on stage.
“Enjoy the show?” Meg asked nonchalantly as if they were asking about weather or something mundane. Tom noticed that none of his partners made an effort to cover themselves and preserve any sense of modesty nor did they appear to have any embarrassment or shame for their actions. In fact, Tom could see a small sense of calmness and pride among his team.
“Do you…” the male Meyers began.
“Remember what happened?” Mel finished the Doctor’s question.
The male Meyers nodded.
“Yes,” Ainsley answered. “We were helping our new sisters into their gowns and getting them ready for their appointment before this overwhelming urge took over. It was as if our bodies were on autopilot and we were reacting on instinct.”
“As soon as Ains kissed me,” Mandy continued, “I just knew what needed to be done.”
“They needed to prime us for synchronization,” Nic added. “And when we came onto our sisters' faces, we were ready.”
“Ready to join the sisterhood of our fellow molds,” Nat finished, her face full of satisfaction.
The female Meyers looked to ask another question but before she did so, Meg, Mel and Ainsley got onto the bed joining their three ‘sisters,’ snuggling together and forming a pile not unlike a litter of puppies. “Talk later. We need a short nap.”
“And food when we wake up.”
“Yes, food. Need protein. Barbecue ribs if you have them.”
“We’ll give you plenty of ribs,” the female Meyers assured them.
Tom moved to grab a paper blanket as a means of preserving their modesty.
“Don’t try to cover us Ma-,” the six started before correcting, “Tom. We’re plenty warm as is.”
Tom looked over at the Doctors Meyers, seeing how they were still focused on their notes and their sensors and their reports, but the thing Tom couldn’t help but notice… both were smiling from ear to ear, a sense of pride and accomplishment on their faces. He rose up from his seat and moved over to check on them, but all six girls were completely unconscious, and no matter how he shook them, they wouldn’t move.
“What the fuck was all that about?” Tom asked them once all six of his partners were out like a light.
“I’m still not quite sure,” the male Meyer answered. “It may be there’s some sort of advanced connectivity going between the members of your Team. That’s unexpected, but it may be beneficial in the long run.”
“How are two sets of three people each moving in identical patterns useful for anyone or anything?”
“There’s plenty of applications you haven’t considered yet, Lieutenant, but I assure you, the military can think of several uses for such technology,” the female Meyer said. “It’s an aspect of the technology we did not know we were growing into.”
“It was almost like they weren’t thinking for themselves, Doctors.”
“Oh, I’m sure this was just a temporary Team Building exercise, Lieutenant,” the male Meyer said to him. “If it continues to happen, then we’ll take concern, but if it’s a one-and-done thing, then we truly do have very little—”
Joe sprinted into the room, then paused suddenly, like he was Kramer on that one old television show, looking at Tom, then the girls, then the Doctors, then back to Tom again. “It looks like you’ve got a similar problem, but if I could get somebody to come help me, I’d appreciate it. I’ve got five partners trapped in a circular cunnilingus shape and they all keep muttering ‘synchronizing’ in between laps at each other’s clits… Should I be worried?”
Tom wasn’t even sure where the hell he was going to start this report…
Comments
J Bell
Just didn't want to spoil after I though about it.
