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Breeding for a New World

Part two of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Pico_Cat

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When he woke the next day, something was different, but not in a way that worried him at all. He moaned and stretched, rolling over on to his back from where he had been on his side, his arms up over his head until they bumped the headboard of the bed.

“Mmmph… Ohhhh…"

He didn't ache, however, as he'd expected after that first day of breeding, even if his body was not quite as he'd remembered it when he sat up again. His stomach pressed down over his crotch a little more than before, though Greg had not been fat or anything like that by any means. It was lie he'd eaten a larger meal than usual and was seeing the physical effects a little more clearly than he had before, even if he didn't think he had feasted too intensely at the banquet table. It was hard to judge.

He groaned as he got up, rubbing his chest, though there were no clothes to reach for. For some reason, his nipples seemed bigger too, or maybe his attention was only drawn to them because they were more sensitive than before too. He brushed his fingers again, a light gasp drawing at the back of his throat.

“Ohhh…"

They were even puffier too, the buds of them pert and swollen, though Greg didn't want to let it prey on his mind for too long.

“Must have been the food," he said to himself with a chuckle. “Mm… Maybe I'll eat something I'm more familiar with today."

He checked he was as clean and as fresh as he could be, considering everything that had happened, and was pleased to find there was no unwelcome body odour to his body in the slightest. He just had to let his body process the stretching and the food and everything would be right again, he was sure.

Cadence, however, didn't come out that day, which Greg found odd, though he would have liked someone to talk to. It was a little boring there, after all the events of the expedition itself, and he sighed lightly, shaking his head as he slumped into the bath with a froth full of foamy bubbles.

He ate more, though kept more to fruits and vegetables that he recognised, even some they'd brought over from Earth when the expedition had first set out. He was sure that would help flush out any toxins from his body, through the simple act of eating clean.

With not all that much to do, he relaxed for the day, inactivity seeping into him. Going to bed alone was not unwelcome, though the solitude was hardly something he was used to.

Yet the next morning dawned bright and he gasped as he awoke, his body feeling heavier and less settled than it had the prior day. He thrust the sheets aside, exposing his stomach, and trembled in place.

His stomach… How much larger had it got? He brushed his fingers over the thick rise of it, as if something was grossly bloating his belly up and out, though there was no pain there. It just didn't look right, not like him at all, as if something large was growing in there.

It would have been normal on a woman and the shape of his belly was even more obvious when he stood, though it was the kind of belly swelling that should have been more readily seen on a woman, rather than a man. Greg gaped, two hands resting below the curve of his belly, as if he was holding it up, though there could be no denying the truth of it.

Somehow, even though he didn't have any idea what had happened…he was pregnant. Definitely pregnant.

He gulped hard, heart hammering, and brought his hands up to his chest, which seemed softer and puffier than before – especially in the nipples. They were pert and swollen, tingling with even the brush of air passing over them, everything overly sensitive, as if his sense of touch had been vastly heightened.

He stared and stared at himself, snapping into action as if he was coming out of a daze.

“Cadence!"

He rushed from the room, a hand on his belly, eyes wide as he rushed to Cadence's room. It didn't open at his touch and he hammered on it with a closed fist, breath dragging at his lungs.

“Cadence! Cadence, open this door! Cadence, let me in, let me in!"

“Go away!" She called back, her voice muffled. “I'm…busy…"

“Something really weird has happened, Cadence, fuck!" He swore, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. “This is all so weird… Agh! Cadence, please open the door, please!"

It was him begging that revealed the truth of it to her and Cadence, one hand pressed, trembling, to her lips, opened the door.

He stood stock still, eyes wide, taking in her measure as she took in his. For there was no denying, not even to Greg, that Cadence was most certainly heavily pregnant too, the swell of her belly looking more natural on her than it did on Greg. Cadence took a deep breath that somehow came out laboured, as if she was dredging up an awful lot of energy she didn't have simply for that mere act of breathing.

“Mm… It's…"

She shook her head, biting her lip and taking a step back. Emotion swirled within her, tears building in the corners of her eyes as she stared him down, though she was not surprised, not all that much, to see him as heavily pregnant as she was. Cadence just… Well, what was she supposed to think when her whole world had been turned upside-down? Sure, breeding seemed self-explanatory, but…she'd thought she would still have some time for her body to accept it. And she hadn't even considered the notion she'd already been impregnated, as it hadn't felt like a human partner inside her. It had all just been so mechanical…

Cadence shivered at the memory. And immensely pleasurable.

She swallowed hard, his chatter reaching her ears. Cadence had not thought she'd sunk so deep into herself, the din on her eardrums beating from the pace of her heart.

“I can't believe this – how am I the one that's pregnant too? It doesn't make any sense, there's a mistake, something bad's happened, it's all gone horribly wrong and –"

“Hold on, stop, stop," she hissed out, holding her hands up. “Let's… Uh… Look… Let me look. Maybe you're not?"

But Cadence didn't even want to finish the question, for it seemed blatantly obvious, even to her, that Greg was pregnant. She took a breath, coaxing him to do the same, even if it was only because she didn't want him freaking out right there before her. She had more than enough of her stuff to be getting on with.

But she wasn't alone there and she took a breath, walking around him. Greg had adjusted his stance, his hand going to his lower back; even if he didn't know it yet, he was definitely just a little sore there. The swell of his belly hung lower than it did on her body and her belly was plumper and rounder, though that could have merely been the way their bodies held pregnancies differently. Different body types, after all, looked different when pregnant.

There was no hair on him and she cocked her head at that, for Cadence had not stared at him all that closely so far, concerned somewhat with her own nakedness and all that was to come to pass in the breeding program. Greg straightened and eyed her suspiciously as she stopped in front of him again and rested her hands on his stomach – Cadence, however, fell into the trap of what many did with pregnant women.

She didn't ask permission and he squirmed under her touch, shifting his weight back and forth.

“Why are your hands so cold?" He complained. “Oh, gods… Can you feel anything moving in there? What if it's moving?"

Cadence shook her head and steadied herself with another deep breath. At the very least, doing something for someone else grounded her and focused her mind. Maybe she could have come out of her room the day before, if that was going to be helpful to her.

“I think you'd feel it moving first," she said, though that wasn't all that helpful. “But I've never been pregnant before either…"

“We should check," he said, decisive for the first moment. “The computer… It's got to have someone there that can tell us what's going on."

That was a good plan and, despite feeling exposed and ungainly with so much extra weight around her midriff, her body not having had enough time and movement to develop the muscle necessary to carry her pregnancy. They waddled, somewhat, out to the main chamber and to the computer console, Greg trying to stride out as he would have done before. Yet he failed, taking step after step and almost tripping, hand instinctively going to his belly as if to protect it.

“Computer!" Cadence said, her voice a little sharper than intended. “Or attendant… Co-ordinator… Whoever's there, what's going on with us? Why are we suddenly pregnant? Tell us!"

“Please remain calm," the voice answered them instantly, the screen blinking to life, though it didn't show them anything of note. “As discussed, you are being bred to populate the new planet and correct the under-population problem. Your male, Greg, has been implanted, during the earlier procedure, with a synthetic womb."

“Okay… Okay, this is fine… This is all totally fine…" He grunted, muttering under his breath, rubbing his still-bare head with both hands. “Uh… Okay. So, that's happened… Uh… Ah, fuck, I signed off on it, didn't I? I knew I should have read the paperwork more thoroughly."

Cadence raised her eyebrows at that, even if she didn't really have all that much to say when she could have checked the terms of the level of breeding program she was signing up for. She should have looked more closely.

“Correct, the paperwork was signed and all is recorded and consented to," the voice said, a groan rolling from Greg's lips. “For now, you will reproduce anally and the process will be pleasurable for you."

Greg groaned and rubbed his temples.

“Okay, yeah. That's good…I guess."

Yet it was a lot to take in as his head reeled and he swallowed hard, even if it didn't do anything at all to dislodge the lump in his throat. How could he be pregnant? Yeah, okay… There was a lot of pleasure to be had when the breeding itself took place but, well… Hm.

It was hard to wrap his head around at the very least. He was more of a numbers guy, dealing much better with data than anything else. Greg caught Cadence eyeing him, but he didn't react much, only straightening his back ever so slightly. It was something about having someone looking at him that made him feel a little more on edge than he otherwise would have been.

“The births will not cause you any pain, but will be as euphoric as the breeding sessions themselves, if not more so," the voice continued. “We will be studying your responses and monitoring you closely, through the sensors built into your rooms."

“Hm… That's something at least," Cadence said, a sigh escaping her lips. “I was worried about it hurting, but that's a relief, I have to say."

She added more words into her utterances than she normally would have done, though it was a small tell that betrayed her nervousness – at least to those who knew her.

“Your pregnancies will take place over two to five days, depending on how your bodies respond," the computer said. “Your bodies will change and grow to full term, of course, before the birth takes place. When ready to give birth, please sit in the seat in your room again."

Greg gulped and shook his head.

“What… Is it just going to come out…in there?"

Even though he hadn't been thinking about how he was going to give birth, he clenched his buttocks reflexively. It seemed so quick, even more so to him, how it was all going to take place in the same chair where he'd been bred. Was it going to lift him from the ground again?

Greg tried to take a full, easy breath, though it juddered in his chest, as if his lungs were not keen to obey his whims.

“I… I need some time to think about this. Excuse me."

In a moment of concern, he was polite – overly so. His eyes watered and he waddled to his room, trying belatedly to adjust to the shift in his centre of gravity, a hitch in his breath. Cadence did the same, though he didn't even turn to see her retreating, too caught up in his own worry to think about it.

It was just too much, much too much, though he closed the door behind him with shaky fingers.

Greg, well… He couldn't absorb everything that was going on, feeling rather foolish for not realising there was more to the breeding after he'd been anally penetrated. There was too much to dig into and he blinked away soft tears from the corners of his eyes.

At least it won't hurt, he tried to tell himself, though the pain of giving birth was not exactly something he had ever had to consider or confront before. That's…okay…

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Shakily, he lay on his bed, though he rested a hand on his stomach without even thinking about it. It just seemed to lie there, naturally, and he twitched a bit, adjusting how he was lying with the shift of his hips.

They both retreated to bed at the end of the day, only emerging to eat, though Cadence and Greg avoided one another's eyes. There was too much to be said – and yet nothing to be discussed at the same time. They had all the information they needed from the computer system, though not as they had anticipated it all coming.

Cadence lay on her side, trying to tuck her knees up closer to her chest, although her belly got in the way, gravid and swollen. It didn't feel all that uncomfortable, she had to say, but the rapid emergence of it had thrown her off completely and even her breasts had grown too. There was a softness about Greg's chest she'd noticed too, even if Cadence wasn't about to highlight that to him. He was freaking out more obviously than she was, yet she could have sent him into a real tailspin if she hadn't handled things as kindly as she was able, even in her state.

There was a lot going on there and, frankly, there were only so many things they could do, not every right choice being obvious at first. Or even there to begin with.

The day that followed, Greg rose early, unable to sleep deeply. His mind was awash in worries about his pregnancy, though he couldn't catch the rise of his stomach in the night, even if it had to be growing then.

And that was true: it had swollen to such a point that it felt like he had to be near term, despite his inexperience in such things. Wondrously, even though his heart was beating fervently in his chest, uncomfortably so, he ran his fingers over his stomach. The stretch of the skin, so smooth and fluid, was marvellous, even if it felt rather strange that it was his body.

It didn't feel like his body, as if the control over something he'd always taken for granted had been snatched from his hands, forever and always. Maybe it had never belonged there?

It wasn't a usual thought to enter his head, though he relaxed a little more. He moved his heels apart a little more, the swollen rise of his heavily pregnant stomach settling deeper.

“Huh…"

He ran his hand over his stomach, a tremor making him gasp.

“Maybe… Huh!"

He grunted, twisting, though it was not an uncomfortable sensation. Warmth flooded him, like liquid honey trickling through his veins – though the rise of it came with sultry intent.

Greg moaned without thinking of what he was doing, his hands cupping his stomach as if to hold it up, swaying gently on the spot. He was right where he needed to be, moaning aloud, yet it was there, the pleasure – and he hadn't even touched any part of himself to bring that delight forth!

His mind wandered, as if he was adrift at sea, yet the rise of arousal in him could only mean one thing. Everything in his body felt good, so very good, his muscles warm and fluid as he groaned aloud.

“Ah… It's coming…"

It had to be so as he stumbled to the chair, blinking rapidly. It was a struggle simply to keep up with everything, taking a breath, though even lowering himself into the chair took more effort and strain on his arms than he may have anticipated.

“Oof… Ah!"

He licked his lips, pulses of warmth sweeping down through his body, though he couldn't honestly feel the muscles contracting. It was oddly surreal, though he followed the lead and instinct of his own body as he leaned back in the chair.

It clamped him in, though the bonds did not come as of much of a surprise as they had before, the chair tilting and pulling him up and back. The fluid-like wall, which had to be a new compound he had not had the pleasure, not yet, of investigating, swept down around him, sucking around his waist.

“Oof… Mmm…"

Greg moaned and rocked his hips lightly from side to side, chest heaving, the softness there giving him a little more shape than before. Yet he didn't have a chance to consider it in the slightest as he tried to roll his hips up.

He was locked in there, his stomach free and his legs slightly pulled apart. Yet the birth rolled through him, leaving him with the sense of pulsing, gripping contractions, happening without Greg needing to do anything at all.

And he'd never felt bliss like that before, not as he gasped and moaned, tears of ecstasy streaming down his cheeks. No longer did the birth itself feel like something that brought such trepidation to him and it was impossible to think about anything other than how amazing it all felt. His skin prickled and tingled, quadriceps trying to contract – yet he couldn't quite feel them as he had before.

That was okay, however, for there were plenty of other sensations to lean into, to let the moment roll through him. He moaned, unsure if he had climaxed or not, though it didn't matter, not wholly, not as he panted heavily, raking all the air he could into his lungs. Greg, after all, needed it as he grunted deep in the back of his throat, squeezing and pushing, even if he was not actively thinking and considering it.

“Mmmm… Yes… Ohhh…"

He drifted, not truly present in the moment, not even as his body squeezed and contracted, pushing. He needed to relieve the feelings, though it all came beautifully, licking his lips even as his own breath contributed to the saliva drying on them. Without sweating, warmth tingled through every last part of his body and he let it all happen as the ecstasy built and built.

His stomach rumbled faintly, as if another tremor was rolling through him, and he groaned, long and low, as the sense of something being inside him left, all in a rush. It was gone and his backside ached deeply, though it was the kind of ache that came with no kind of pain at all.

That was what set it aside from anything that had ever coloured his life before, tugging softly at his bonds. A beatific smile spread across his lips, stretching them wide into a grin, but it didn't matter what expression was on his face, no, not in the slightest, not as he grunted and shuddered.

The sense of loss… It was too big, too great for him to handle all on his own! He squirmed, whining brokenly, though he didn't have to worry. There was ecstasy, yes, but there was not that true high and peak that he'd been looking for, gasping and moaning, pulling in breath after breath to his lungs.

The mechanism around him whirred and he moaned, feeling something bigger press against his anal ring. Even though there had been sensation there while he'd been giving birth, it felt different that time, like his ring had already been strained to such a point that it would not need to close up again. Or even perhaps that pliability would remain there afterwards?

Greg moaned, though he didn't have to worry, not in the slightest, not as another dildo penetrated him deeply. It was definitely thicker than the first that had been plunged into him and he moaned helplessly – yet it was rather a good feeling to be helpless, at least that time. When he didn't have to worry about anything at all, he could give himself over to the ardent bliss, learning more about himself, his situation, a groan trembling in the back of his throat.

“Mmmm… Yes… Ah… Fuck me… Please!"

He didn't know who or what he was crying out for, or even if the machines had that kind of feedback system built into them. Greg squirmed and tried to rock his hips down on the dildo, the stretch immense, though he clenched around it as if he wanted more still driven up inside him. He just needed that pleasure, the ache rebounding through him, grunts and groans like no other breaking his lips.

“Mmmm… Ohhhhh!"

He moaned and squeezed down around the dildo. It felt so warm inside him, as if it was actually made of living flesh. His trepidation over being bred dropped from him and he grunted thickly, trying to contain his need, if only for a moment. Just so he could relax into it a little more, savouring every throb and every thrust.

Greg had forgotten his own cock at that time, but it really didn't seem necessary when there was so much pleasure coming from his anal passage. The toy must have hit his prostate with every thrust and he hissed through his teeth as a wash of orgasm flooded him, even if he was not settled in the moment and considering his climax. His cock jerked and twitched, only half-hard, against his crotch, though it was not the focus for Greg and, honestly, never would be again.

Not seeing the birth helped somewhat too, disconnected from the experience in the breeding program – yet that made the overpowering bliss of it all even better. He wouldn't have wanted anything else as he trembled and let the toy pound him, as if it was trying to break him. Yet there was nothing at all the breeding program and machines, his stomach twitching up against the wall on the edge of orgasmic bliss all over again, could do to hurt him or break him. After all, the intake questionnaire he had filled out when he had been applying for the role told them all they needed to know about him.

“Mmm… Yes… Yes, please… Give me more…"

He couldn't quite say the words, that his body trembled with the raw need to be bred all over again, but Greg didn't need to either. Not as the toy thrust harder and faster, grinding passionately into him, and he cried out as it flooded him with long, hot spurts of semen. It flowed up deep inside him and he tried to grind on to it even then, wanting to make sure every last drop remained inside him.

However, the machine did not work on him for a second time, leaving his anal passage gaping and drooling softly in the absence of the massive cock that'd been plunged up into his ass. He moaned, a small twinge of sadness pulling at the pit of his stomach.

“Mmm…"

It was strange to be empty again, wanting more and knowing it would come. Yet he wanted it right then and there, in that moment, not eager at all to wait between breeding sessions. And there would, evidently, be more births too, though the pressure of it coming through his anal passage had not been nearly as worrisome or troublesome as he'd been expecting. It was not like being bred, of course, but there was a different, all-encompassing pleasure there too.

When the chair came back down and the wall retreating, he stood as soon as he was released. Wobbly on his feet, all he yearned for was a good, long soak in the pool, something to ease even the pleasant aches of being bred from his body. It could not linger there, after all, not when he would have a lot more time in the breeding program.

“Ohhhh…"

He stepped down the sandy slope into the water, though the solid both of the river-pool was a pleasure to stand in. Working his way down, under the low-hanging fronds of an exotic tree he'd never seen before, he found a seat under the water where he could relax, perching on the smooth, rounded edge of it and leaning back. It was ergonomically designed for comfort and he tried not to think of too much – which was easier than Greg was honestly proud to admit, considering the fact that he could simply let his mind go blank.

The water splashed and lapped around him, warmth ebbing from his body as he returned to a more normal temperature. Dimly, Greg was aware of Cadence emerging to join him, though she stumbled a little as she eased herself down into the pool.

“Oh… Oh, that was…something… Something…"

She mumbled under her breath, not able to get all the words out she wanted to. Yet it didn't matter, her belly smaller and flatter, though there was still a softness and roundness there. She glanced at Greg, though couldn't see down to his belly, sure he was in the same state as her.

Empty…but fulfilled. She rubbed her belly, digging her fingers into the layer of fat that had swelled there, though that seemed to be all part of how the pregnancies there played out. There was only so much, in the end, that could be done. Her body was going to change whether she was expecting it or not and she was ready to meet that experience head-on.

The pleasure, after all, made most other things easier to bear.

“Mm, how was it for you then?" She finally managed to say, though she left around a metre between their bodies, wanting her space for the moment. “Were you okay with it?"

He stirred, blinking as if he was coming back around to himself. She rolled her eyes lightly, though her lips twitched into a smile. Had he even been aware of her being there? How odd.

“Mm… Yes…" He said, after a longer pause than seemed necessary. “Uh… Gave birth… Was amazing…"

She laughed faintly, though there was no true mirth in her voice. How weird to hear someone say that aloud.

“It was good for me too, it was easier… It makes me feel so much better about things. There were all these…contractions, pushing out, but no pain. It didn't even feel like I was straining to give birth."

“Hm…" Greg considered that for a moment, blinking and sitting up a little straighter. “I didn't feel too much, not down there… Not when it was happening. But maybe I will, now that I'm used to it a bit more?"

She nodded.

“Yeah, maybe. I guess we'll both find out soon."

There was nothing more that needed to be said, even as they let soft small talk play back and forth between them. The buffet banquet was laid out once again for them and they ate their fill, tired and yet rejuvenated for all that lay ahead.

Continued in part three of four…