Test Subject (3)
"...Yes?"
I didn't even get a chance to ask before the doctor issued her command to Nano.
> Master command confirmed. Data extraction in progress.
"Wait, what the hell is—"
At that instant, my body convulsed as if struck by lightning. A faintly tickling sensation raced across every inch of my skin, invading and overwhelming my senses.
The doctor was already scanning the monitor in front of her, reviewing the data she had pulled from me.
Then she leaned in so close it looked like she might fall into the screen, drawn by some unusual reading.
"Even with the Alpha Factor inactive, I wondered why you were stuck at Grade 3. So this is the reason."
There could be countless interpretations of the word "reason," but only one flashed through my mind right now.
"D-Don't you dare say it—"
"Even when that dick gets hard, it's only about six centimeters. That's why you're Grade 3."
My life was ruined.
***
Modern society had another name for the genetic grading system.
The dick grading system.
Once the genetic hierarchy took hold, people became obsessed with the physical traits that revealed genetic superiority most clearly. For men, that meant the penis. For women, it was breasts, hips, and the uterus.
Later research even proved that superior genes produced larger penises in men and fuller breasts and hips in women. As a result, official genital grading policies were introduced.
These days, genetic rank measurement sometimes literally involved measuring genitals.
But not everyone simply accepted their predetermined fate.
A handful of tenacious researchers, frustrated by a world that set limits at birth, poured everything into developing a technology that could let humanity leap forward.
They called it the Growth-Type Gene.
Children born with this genetic code carried the potential to surpass their own limits throughout life. The neurotransmitters released during the satisfaction and sense of achievement gained from striving for the Alpha position stimulated positive brain activity, causing the body to reinforce its own genes and break through the species limit.
This technology had been introduced since my grandfather's generation and had already worked miracles for countless people.
There were even stories of men rising from Grade 3 all the way to Grade 1.
It was an extraordinary invention, yet I had never benefited from it.
From elementary school onward I had done everything—stamina exercises, studying sexual positions for future mating. Anyone watching would have said I was insanely dedicated.
Yet all that effort betrayed me the day I entered my first year of middle school.
I still remember the looks of disgust from my teachers and friends outside the measurement center. I had barely crossed the so-called human-rights threshold of five centimeters and avoided the elimination grade, but that day remains a scar on my soul.
I still break into a cold sweat imagining what would have happened if I hadn't made it past that line. Those who couldn't even reach the five-centimeter minimum required for heterosexual mating lived lives where death would have been a mercy.
So my dick size, along with my height, became a permanent complex.
And the doctor had just casually thrown my worst, most devastating insecurity in my face.
I sat on the bed with a sullen expression, head hanging low.
"...Are you sulking?"
"Yes. Because someone just brought up my complex."
"That someone would like to apologize."
I was surprised she could read emotions and offer an apology so readily.
"...That doesn't make me feel any better."
"If you don't cooperate, I can't turn you into an Alpha either."
"Ugh, fine..."
I finally relaxed my posture and sat properly on the bed.
"So, have you found a way?"
"I was just about to bring it up."
She typed rapidly for a moment, the sound coming through the microphone, then continued.
"First we need to activate the Alpha Factor inside you."
"How?"
"The Alpha Factor normally multiplies or activates when you feel superior or satisfied."
"Sounds exactly like something an Alpha would do."
"Exactly. And what suppresses and deactivates the Alpha Factor is the Beta Factor."
"There's a lot more to this than I thought."
"We only discovered it during our research. The Alpha Factor itself was only found less than ten years ago."
Her irritated typing clacks seemed to express the frustration both researchers felt about the subject.
"Did you know that twenty percent of all humanity actually carries the Alpha Factor?"
"Wait, really? Then why are there only fifteen Alphas in the entire world?"
"Because the actual quantity is minuscule. You'd need to measure to nearly the tenth decimal place before the numbers even become meaningful."
She stopped typing, looked at me through the glass, and smirked.
"But you were different."
"While others have less than 0.00001 percent, you possess a full one percent."
"Is that really such a big deal?"
"Of course. Even 0.1 percent is enough to neutralize or permanently eliminate the Beta Factor from the body."
"Whoa..."
She pressed a button on the table beneath the observation window.
"Shall we begin?"
"Begin what?"
"What else? An experiment."
The moment she spoke, multiple robotic arms composed of mechanical parts emerged from the walls and surrounded me.
"D-Doctor?"
"Don't worry. It'll be over in five minutes."
Ah.
***
"...I can't get married anymore."
"Getting your clothes changed by robotic arms is hardly worth mentioning."
"I've been scarred both mentally and physically."
My academy uniform was gone. I now wore a plain white t-shirt, tight underwear that left nothing to the imagination, and a bracelet locked around my right wrist that I had never seen before. The underwear clung so tightly to my skin that the exact shape of my most private parts was clearly visible.
"It's as modest as the measurements suggested."
"...What is?"
"Your height."
She really was just messing with me.
"Ahem. Let's start with the fundamentals."
"What are we sta—"
That was when it hit. A sharp, electric tingle shot from the root of my cock through my balls, followed by a sudden rush of blood to my groin. The sensation was like being hit with a full-power electric massager. I trembled uncontrollably, letting out involuntary noises.
"D-Doctor... what are you doing to me...?"
My tongue tangled from the relentless stimulation.
"I'm stimulating your testicles to promote sex hormone secretion."
"Then why is my dick—"
"The longer you stay erect, the better."
"I'm going to cum... ngh...!"
The stimulation intensified. I collapsed onto the bed, barely able to endure it.
"If you're worried about ejaculating, don't be. Nano is controlling your nervous system to prevent it."
"Huh?"
I decided to trust her and relaxed the muscles I'd been clenching. Even without resistance, my cock didn't spurt. Instead it twitched pitifully, leaking only clear precum while the full sensation of orgasm continued to crash through my mind.
The pleasure was so overwhelming I felt like I might pass out when she spoke again.
"Hang in there. You'll need to endure this for about an hour."
"An hour?!"
"It's the optimal time to extract maximum efficiency without straining your body."
"I'm really going to die..."
"Hmm. In that case, how about a reward? Nano, suggest something."
> Master's command confirmed. Analyzing user's tendencies and searching for reward elements that will also positively influence the current objective.
Soon a clear ding sounded inside my head, and Nano spoke.
> The method creates a sense of superiority and satisfaction that influences Alpha Factor activation.
"Go on."
> User's preference is for women with large breasts and buttocks. Satisfaction is achieved by touching the body of a higher-grade woman possessing that physique.
Having heard my tastes laid bare by Nano, the doctor made an expression that said she had more or less expected it.
"And right now, the only woman matching that description in this space is..."
> Currently, the only individual present is the Master.
"Hmm..."
After a brief moment of thought, she reached a decision.
"Well, that's something I can do if it helps my research."
Hearing that, I managed to speak.
"T-Then..."
"Yes. Endure for one hour and I'll let you touch my breasts."
I summoned every ounce of strength I possessed and endured the full hour.
***
"Good work. That was a long hour."
"Haa... haa... You're keeping your promise now, right?"
"Sure. Just wait a moment."
She left through the door visible beyond the glass. Less than a minute later, the click of high heels approached the door to my room.
The heavy iron door opened with a soft hiss. She strode in with the same blank, somewhat dazed expression and stopped right in front of me.
A woman who looked at least 170 centimeters tall—ten centimeters taller than me—stood before me, and an inexplicable tension gripped my body.
Without a word, she unbuttoned the front of her shirt. Soon her large, beautiful breasts were presented directly in front of my hands.
> To provide the user with even greater satisfaction, I recommend adopting appropriate dialogue and posture.
"Hmm? All right. What would be good..."
She slowly adjusted her stance, settled into a pose, and spoke.
"I'm a fresh, vibrant twenty-two-year-old Grade 1 woman, you brat."
That body belongs to a twenty-two-year-old?
With hips that looked like they'd carried at least five children and a violently fertile belly that seemed capable of causing childhood obesity if left unchecked?
That was when something inside me began to boil.
The boiling quickly transformed into a fierce desire for conquest.
I wanted to knead those breasts like warm mochi.
I wanted to grind my cock against those solid, powerful hips.
I wanted to slide my cock between those breasts.
I wanted to claim that female as mine.
It was the moment the Alpha within me awakened.
> Alpha Factor activation detected.
"Oh, jackpot."