Breeder (Worm)

 

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“Mmmmhhh” Taylor gave a soft moan as her vibrators started again, her bondage gloved hands rubbing against the latex zipper panties, pressing the smooth plastic zipper against her clit as she ground her crotch against the pillow she had. Taylor hadn’t exactly gotten a good look at herself, but she had a general idea of what she looked like. All Breeders generally had the same kind of outfit, with more or less depending on the latest Breeder outfit. Taylor’s was an old version, Winslow having apparently been one of the first schools in Brockton to adopt the Breeder program back in the 90s.

 

Taylor knew that she had some kind of “gimp” mask over her face, with attaching blindfolds and gags, which went down to her neck, which then transitioned into some kind of latex swimsuit kind of thing which showed off her belly and her breasts, which had massively inflated since she first found herself in the suit. Along side this were latex arm length gloves which ended in padded bondage mittens, while thigh high latex socks ran up her leg.

 

Taylor herself knew that she certainly looked different since the “nomination ceremony” which had cemented her place as one of this years breeders. Her belly and breasts had grown massively to the point that usually for the final week of each month, she’d need the assistance of the janitor to even move and clean herself properly. Not that her breasts ever went down much unless someone was feeding from them, or she was being milked.

 

Rather than reminisce upon all the children she’d birthed already, and how they’d only ever tasted her milk once, she focused on the pleasure, the one thing that was actually something to look forward to these days. She’d lost a year of her life to the Breeding program, been tinkered with, and had already lost countless children already to the state. The pleasure at least was phenomenal, and at this point the only thing she could hold onto to keep her sane.

 

They’d done something so that she was ever horny, always sensitive, and remained tight enough that people always enjoyed playing with her despite all the births and pregnancies. Every breeder got this kind of tinkering done to them. Some of them got even more. Taylor vaguely remembered through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind that there were places that modified their breeders to be even stronger and tougher to survive the abuse, others that modified them so that they would always have their eggs split to form twins and even triplets most of the time. There were even places that even modified their breeders to produce far more milk than was regular, to the point that their breasts quickly swelled to the point that they were practically immobile.

 

Taylor could feel herself getting close, and she could hear the moans of the other breeders as well. Seems that whoever was supposed to have turned off their vibrators for the night forgot again for all of them. Taylor breath quickened as she imagined her fellow breeders, squirming and pressing their vibrators deeper into themselves, fucking themselves as their breasts swung under them, their bellies swollen like Taylor’s was. Taylor’s ass clenched around nothing as she continued to gyrate on her pillow, her own moans joining the other’s.

 

However, one moan was missing. Taylor frowned as she realized that the voice of one of her tormentors was gone. One of the few other things that made this bearable was not just that Taylor was doing it along side the rest of the school’s breeders, including some of their permanent ones, but also that one of the trio had ended up getting snatched up in all of this. Sophia had been one of the few from the student population along side Taylor was was voted into the roll of the breeder. Unlike Taylor, who’d merely gritted her teeth in anger, Sophia had full on stormed out, and in truth, Taylor kind of wanted to have done that to, but as expected, Sophia had been found and dragged into the program. By the time that Taylor had actually seen Sophia, they’d both been outfitted with their breeder outfits, gear, and herded into their cells, along with the one other girl who’d been selected.

 

Now that Taylor was listening, however, she could also hear an additional moan. Was someone else here as well? Taylor reached up with one of her hands and slowly began to tease her breasts as she continued to grind the pillow into her core as she imagined someone else here, playing with them. Taylor focused on the fun of it, rather than how they were using them as sex toys to get off from. After all, they were preserving society, humanity, being breeders... and it was only a year.

 

Then there were the sound of steps from outside of Taylor’s cell, and Taylor looked towards the sound. She didn’t however stop her playing, continuing to grind and keep herself aroused. So long as she kept aroused it was actually kind of fun, she became a slutty animal, doing nearly anything that someone would want to satisfy her wanton need for pleasure. Slowly the steps came closer, and Taylor’s anticipation grew. Her lust clouded mind wanting to be pushed back or over, maybe on all fours, her pregnant belly touching the bed as she was fucked by whoever had come, pleasure filling her system and overriding her active thoughts so she could get through the next while without introspection.

 

The footsteps stopped in front of the cell door, and Taylor heard the sound of a key being placed into the cell door, and Taylor excitement grew. Taylor stopped her grinding, pushed the pillow back and presented herself, lying on her back, her legs spread while her hands reached lower and kept her legs apart. She couldn’t undo the zipper but that was alright, the other person could unzip it when they fucked her. Taylor felt person climb onto the bed, and Taylor’s anticipation rose, her breath coming out faster as Taylor’s pussy twitched. The person crawled forwards, and slowly wrapped around Taylor, sliding up against her, over top of her, and a soft hand caressed Taylor’s breast, drawing a moan from Taylor. A mouth with soft pillowy lips wrapped around the other nipple and began to suckle from Taylor’s milk. A leg pushed up against Taylor’s core, and the breeder responded instantly by trying to grind against it and increase her own pleasure by driving the plug still in her deeper within.

 

Finally the person had their fill and came off of Taylor’s nipple with an audible pop and a satisfied hum. The person gave a small chuckle before she spoke.

 

“You’re so much more suited to this Taylor,” Emma said, and Taylor froze. “A creature, a beast, a mere breeder. All those thoughts of being my equal, gone.” Emma’s leg started to properly grind into Taylor now, pushing the plug deeper and pulling from Taylor a moan as the plug started to hit that place where it felt best.

 

“That’s why I’m going to make it permanent,” Taylor’s eyes widened behind the breeder’s mask as she looked to where Emma was.

 

“It won’t even be hard, remember when we used to forge our father’s signatures all the time? They don’t even check it a second time before they make you permanent,” Emma said, joy creeping into her voice as she continued to make Taylor feel good, continued to molest her, causing the sensitive breeder to let out small little moans as she was played with.

 

“That’s where you belong, in her permanently, not even prey, just livestock, a pathetic cow, only meant for breeding and fucking, only meant to bring pleasure.” Emma giggled, “Maybe I’ll even buy you, and I can fuck you and have you bred like you’re supposed to be.”

 

Taylor’s breath grew faster and faster, only this time, it was not from arousal but from fear. She was only supposed to do this for a year, then she’d be back in school, and it would only have been two years until she was gone from this hell. But, permanent... no, no no no, she couldn’t, she didn’t. She’d be trapped in her own personal hell, all because of Emma. She could endure a year of rape, pleasure, birth and generally not being a human, she could endure two more years of hell in Winslow after, all because there was an end...

 

There was a gasp and Taylor’s head shot up, apparently having fainted, and Taylor could feel something in her stomach, her womb, something was stirring, and instantly Taylor recognized as suddenly the pleasurable sensations of Emma’s leg against her pussy intensified beyond belief. Taylor felt fluids rushing out of her pussy, her water had broken, she was giving birth. Taylor’s lustful moans became wanton cries as she felt herself begin to contract, and push the babe from her body. Taylor’s head fell back as she slowly began to push, the tinkering done to her body turning the birth from the horrifying pain to the best pleasure that Taylor’s had ever felt.

 

For a moment, Taylor felt she could do something, make changes to the baby coming out of her, not instantaneously, but if she’d had time, she might have been able to properly change it, and turn it into something else. The best she could do now was minor alterations, and for a test, Taylor imagined pointed ears. The contractions grew and Emma backed away as Taylor began to push harder, feeling the crown of the babe pushing through her. As the head breached from her womb, Taylor’s cries continued as pleasure rocked her.

 

In the back of Taylor’s mind, she noted the crack of something on something solid, and the fact that Emma had fallen onto the bed, but she was so wrapped up in her pleasurable birthing rapture that it didn’t register as important. Frantically Taylor reached down and pulled at the zipper of her panties with her gloved hands, pulling them open, and pulled the plugs from her. Quickly, as the babe was slowly pushed out, the pleasure began to blow Taylor’s mind, blinding her and stealing any thought, leaving behind the white noise of pleasure. There was a cry and Taylor tried to think, to move, to do something. She wanted to hold her babe, just like she’d held the others. Only this time she had all night, and she could cuddle and have her babe suckle from her.

 

Then Taylor felt a wet and slimy babe being placed within arms reach, and Taylor cradled it instinctively. Taylor for some reason could sense it, and she brought it to her nipple. Taylor’s hand stroked at the wet hair of her babe.

 

“Come on,” a new voice said, and Taylor looked up, and noted a gimp masked face. Taylor noticed that behind the mask were visible small bits of black skin, yet it wasn’t Sophia, and Taylor was pretty sure that Winslow didn’t have any permanent black breeders. Even so, Taylor, delirious from the pleasure, and the joy of holding one of her children, allowed herself to be brought to her feet, and with cautious steps, she was guided out of the cell. One of the benefits of the tinker tech she’d been given was that she’d recover from birth extremely quickly, not enough to be anywhere close to alright, but enough to at least move. As they left, Taylor noted that Emma at some point had been dressed up like a breeding gimp and left here. Taylor, despite herself, smiled. It was wrong, and what might happen to Emma would be even worse, yet a small part of Taylor was amused at the sight. She just wish she could have played with Emma like she’d done with Taylor.

 

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Not likely to continue this but I was doing a bit of a thought experiment about what perverted things could be done to make the status quo of humanity even more stable and cause the Endbringers to impact the world less, and then I thought of brood mothers and humanity transitioning to use an R-related breeding strategy, with the issue now just being infrastructure. Command and Conquer MCVs anyone?