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Chapter 9: My life now
How long have I been in this breeding facility? 3 months? Given that I look like an engorged beach ball then probably close to it. Two months left before I birth my first batch, then a short recovery time, then back into a room with a stud till I’m pregnant again.
I clamped down on that thought hard before I could start dripping on my own feet as I walked, or waddled, to my weekly appointment. It hadn’t taken too long to get used to the nudity. Strolling through the garden wearing only the medical monitor collar was mortifying for, about a week? Then it stopped mattering.
“Oh sorry” I say as I almost step on a pair of foxes fingering eachother around their round bellies on the side of the path. I just step around and continue. A bit farther down a deer of some sort is relaxing on a bench, with a gardener underneath her, he is not complaining. Even that stuff has gotten mostly normal for me of late. I had been horrified for weeks that I’d basically be a free use toy for the entire staff. Afterall that’s basically what it looked like was happening every day out here. I once saw the janitor, walk up to a freshly pregnant otter girl, say hello, slap her on the ass, only for her to slide to her knees and start sucking him off…. IN THE CAFETERIA!
Turns out though that far from being a rape hell, they are actually pretty good about taking ‘no’ for what it is. I’ve been leered at plenty, hit on a bit, but never groped or assaulted. The fact that that in and of itself was a shock was, in and of itself, shocking.
I shook my head to figure out if I even phrased that correctly in my own mind before continuing on. DAMMIT it was hard to think clearly when I was this god damn horny! How many cycles of pregnancy would I go through before my stubborn abstinence was simply broken by the constant need I felt at the slightest provocation.
I’d have to find mom after my checkup. She’s one of the few people I let fuck me. Her and Victoria… and Dad of course, when he’s around. No one else though, not ever. I’m not a sl…. Like them.
Who was I kidding. I was snapping at only three months, by a year I’d be taking dick in between rounds of ping pong like the rest of them and be happy for it, wouldn’t I? That the girls actually were consenting to all the sex was a definite positive, that they ALL started acting like this, and I probably would too eventually, was still terrifying.
‘They’re happy. Mom is happy’ one part of my mind said
‘But I wanted to be more!’ I shouted back at it.
I composed myself before I could get into a full arguing match with my subconscious. I was at the clinic after all, and it was time for the checkup.
There were five of us. We headed in and stood in a line while a nurse lady called attendance, “316, 567, 832, 988, 425?”
Those were our numbers, not names. I didn’t feel the best to be referred to as a number like that, but I kind of understood. They did checkups weekly, and there were about 1000 breeders in this neighborhood sized facility. It came out to something like 28 batches of 5 girls literally every day to keep up with the weekly cadence of these checks. I’m sure we were little more than blurs to this nurse. Weekly checkups seemed, nuts, but given the extreme levels our bodies operate at ,maybe it was necessary. The last thing I wanted was to go to far out of wack and have some actually debilitating side effects.
Once we confirmed that we were the listed breeders, she directed us to a long waist high table with a padded top. We all knew what’s up by this point and stood with our hips against it then leaned forward gripping a long bar to brace ourselves. Our bellies rest against the soft padded surface and our breasts hang down freely. One by one the nurse lifts our tails and inserts a rectal thermometer into each of our rear ends. I wince a little as it goes in, some of the others squeak, and one giggles. While they leave those in, another nurse in front of us hooks up a syringe device to the first girl’s nipple and pulls on it. She moans and wiggles as milk is extracted, labeled, and placed in a cooler for later analysis. Then the next girl, then the next.
I wince as the sucker is attached to my own and then gasp in surprise as I feel a sudden release and white fluid flowing from my breast, “Oh I.. I wasn’t last week.”
“Happens around now.” The nurse said casually and just moved onto the next girl. I suppose I don’t get more of a personal explanation of what to expect than that.
While she was finishing up the first nurse came by to press a stethoscope to our backs instructing us to take deep breaths while she listened. While she finished that, the second nurse did the same to our fronts, then the first removed the thermometers while the first made us say ‘awh’. I jumped a little as the first slid a sucking device over the openings of our vaginas. Apparently, it was to check hormonal loads. The first couple times the girls had to ‘apply minimal manual stimulation’ i.e. fingered me, to get enough liquid for the test, now though I’m just so bloody horny all the time it wasn’t necessary. Nurse two squeezed and kneaded our tits checking for lumps while nurse one finished gathering liquid, and then that was it.
One of the girls was directed to an on site doctor, apparently one of her tests was a little off so she got to see the doctor lady, but the rest of us were just pointed to the exit. I found I wasn’t blushing much as I left. This factory farm-esque medical exam was yet another thing that one could get used to apparently. By the gods give me strength to withstand this.
“So, your boobies turned on!?” A chipper ferret girl said. She was one of the others who came in my batch and was walking beside me on the way out. She clearly was totally unbothered by the experience inside and more focused on my, apparently now milk producing, tits.
I was a bit surprised by her sudden question and stammered a bit but eventually responded, “Uh. Y-ya it seems so. I guess that was inevitable.”
What followed was her, and the other two girls, bombarding me with questions, of a sort.
“Does it taste more like ice cream, or sour cream.”
“Bet it taste’s good!”
“Does cheese milk taste like cheddar.”
“What if we made cheese out of cheese milk?”
“CAN WE TRY!?”
Ok THERE was my blush response, apparently I hadn’t lost all shame and having three moderately pregnant naked ladies backing me into a tree with big giddy kid-like smiles on their faces while they excitedly asked to suck on my tits, was still far enough outside my new insane-sort-of-normal that I still managed to get embarrassed by it, “I .. I uh.. im not… s-sure I.. this is.. still new.”
“PLEASE! You can drink our tits! I bet you’ll like mine.”
“Or mine”
“Mine are biggest!”
There was something adorable even in the extreme weirdness of this situation. Three nude women begging like puppies. Heck those with tails long enough to wag were wagging, canid or otherwise, and the looks on their faces.
God damn puppy dog eyes…
“Ok but be.. AHhh NNNNNN!!!” The feeling of being on the receiving end of a tit based lesbian feeding frenzy was strange to say the least. I had a girl on each tit, and a third that was jostling for position and latching on whenever one of the others pulled off to take a breath. There was no way my milk tasted this good, heck I had just started producing so there couldn’t really even be that much? None of it stopped the happy balls of energy from suckling on my nipples as if they were made of fudge.
I could almost hear the sound of liquid dripping to the ground between my legs. The girls were going to drive me insane if this kept up, and it seemed it was going to for at least a little while. How the hell was I supposed to deal with this? I was going to lose my mind! It was just tit sucking, and I was… I was… It shouldn’t be this intense, none of them were even touching me downstairs. I just… it …
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” I cried out in orgasm. The first in my life where no one had so much as poked my genitals. I was too horny, too aroused, even nipple stimulation got me off now? How was that possible? I gasped for air, my mind reeling as the trio of giggling balls of happy pulled me into a big congratulatory bear hug.