"Ugh… what the hell…"
Alex groaned as he blinked himself awake. His head was pounding like a jackhammer, and his body felt… off.
The last thing he remembered was crossing the street—headlights, screeching tires—then nothing.
"Am I… dead?"
He muttered, sitting up and rubbing his temples. But the cold, smooth surface beneath him definitely wasn't asphalt.
"Where the hell…?"
Alex blinked, his vision finally clearing.
And his heart stopped.
Towering above him was Stark Tower. The iconic STARK INDUSTRIES logo gleamed in the sunlight, making it impossible to mistake.
"No fucking way…"
His eyes darted around, taking in the city. New York. But not just any New York.
Marvel's New York.
"…This isn't real."
But it felt real. The breeze, the distant sounds of traffic, the warmth of the sun.
"Okay… okay… don't panic…" Alex muttered, standing up.
That's when he felt it.
A strange weight on his wrist.
His eyes snapped down.
The Omnitrix.
Sleek. Black and green. The exact same device Ben Tennyson used in the cartoons.
Alex's jaw dropped.
"No. Freaking. Way."
He raised his arm and pressed the dial.
Click.
The interface popped up, holographic silhouettes of familiar aliens spinning around.
Heatblast. Four Arms. XLR8. Diamondhead.
"All of them…" Alex whispered, his heart pounding.
But something was off.
Next to each alien's name, there was a symbol—one he didn't recognize. It looked like… a DNA helix merged with a fertility symbol.
"…What the hell is that?"
Before he could think too hard about it, a voice echoed in his mind.
[Omnitrix Reboot Detected. System Recalibrating…]
Alex froze.
"What…?"
The interface shifted, and a loading bar appeared, counting down.
[10%... 20%...]
"Wait… recalibrating? What the hell is happening?"
The bar filled rapidly.
[80%... 90%...]
Alex's body shivered.
An odd heat stirred in his gut.
[100%. Reboot Complete.]
The interface blinked, and then—
[Omnitrix Reprogrammed: Breeding Protocol Engaged.]
"Breeding… what?"
Alex's stomach dropped.
[This version of the Omnitrix has been designed as a failsafe reproductive device. In the event that a species is wiped out from existence, this unit ensures the continuation of its genetic lineage by repopulating through cross-species breeding.]
"Wait… WHAT?!"
Alex's eyes widened.
[All alien transformations are now in an extended mating cycle, maintaining heightened fertility and instinctual drive until their reproductive mission is complete.]
"Reproductive mission?!"
[In addition, all base human functions have been enhanced to match the alien mating protocols.]
"…The fuck does that mean?"
[In simpler terms… The host is now biologically programmed to mate with any compatible species… including humans.]
Alex's mouth went dry.
"You're telling me…" He gulped. "…that this thing was built to… breed?"
[Affirmative.]
A chill ran down his spine.
"And… I'm stuck with it?"
[Additional Protocol Activated.]
"What now?!"
[Host Termination Prevention Enabled.]
"…What?"
[This unit's primary directive is to ensure reproduction. Host death is not permitted. In the event of mortal injury, the Omnitrix will initiate auto-healing, regeneration, or cellular reconstruction as needed to preserve host integrity.]
Alex's heart skipped a beat.
"…So I can't die?"
[Affirmative. Host's life will be preserved at all costs.]
Alex's throat went dry.
[If host attempts self-termination, the Omnitrix will override and restore host functionality.]
"Holy shit…"
"I… can't even kill myself to stop this?"
[Correct.]
"Fuck…"
Alex's knees nearly gave out.
This was insane.
This wasn't the Omnitrix he knew.
This version was built to spread alien DNA across the universe.
"Okay… okay… maybe I can just not use it…"
[Incorrect. Even in base human form, breeding protocol influences host biology.]
"…Huh?"
[Physical arousal is now amplified in the presence of potential mates. Desire and reproductive drive are heightened, ensuring increased mating success.]
Alex blinked.
"…Wait… what do you mean by—"
Twitch.
His cock stirred.
"…Oh no…"
A pulse of heat shot through his body.
Alex felt it—low in his gut, deep and undeniable. His dick twitched hard in his pants, and his breathing grew heavier.
"What the fuck…"
He looked around, panic rising.
There was no one nearby. No women in sight.
And yet—
Twitch.
"Shit…" Alex groaned, shifting uncomfortably as his jeans tightened around his growing problem.
The Omnitrix's voice echoed again.
[Host's body is now perpetually in a heightened reproductive state. Arousal is triggered instinctively by visual, olfactory, and proximity-based stimuli.]
"Meaning…?"
[Whenever you see a potential mate… your body reacts accordingly.]
"…Fuck."
His mind raced.
"That means…"
Every. Single. Woman.
Twitch.
"Goddamn it…"
He shifted again, but it was useless. His dick was rock-hard, and no amount of willpower was going to make it go away.
"I can't live like this…"
But the Omnitrix wasn't done.
[Recommendation: Initiate transformation to release mating instincts in a controlled environment.]
Alex's eyes widened.
"…You want me to transform?"
[Affirmative. Prolonged suppression of mating drive may result in… unintended consequences.]
"Unintended consequences?"
[Severe biological discomfort, heightened aggression, and eventual loss of cognitive control.]
Alex's jaw clenched.
"So, you're saying… if I don't get off… I'm gonna lose control?"
[Affirmative.]
"…Fucking great."
Alex ran a hand through his hair, trying to think.
He couldn't just… transform in the middle of the city. But the longer he stood there, the worse it got.
The heat was building.
His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his jeans.
"Fuck…"
[Recommend seeking a secluded location to… fulfill biological urges.]
Alex gritted his teeth.
"Shut up…"
But deep down…
He knew the Omnitrix was right.
If he didn't take care of this soon… things were going to get way worse.