Tenties in Testing: Purple
#2 of Tenties in Testing
As before, the idea behind the story belongs to Kazufox. Thanks again to him for allowing me to use it for this series ^_^
At last it was here! How they knew when she was alone Amber chose not to ask, but it made carrying her prize up to her room all the easier. The 20 year old red squirrel fem shut her door, setting the large box with the pretty purple ribbon down on her bed before shutting her blinds. Living in a house with three other fur females didn't give her much room to satisfy a fetish she'd picked up around puberty, and she was pretty sure her fellows simply wouldn't understand her desires.
She was still uncertain as to how this company had known enough about her tastes to offer this rare opportunity. It's not every day you're given the chance to test out your deepest, most perverted wish for free and completely legally. But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Checking her messages and e-mail one last time, she made sure there was no change in her fellows plans to be gone for the long weekend, then turned back to the box.
Overall it was a plain white gift box, the lid bound tightly by a deep purple ribbon tied in a professional looking bow. There were no tags or labels of any kind. It was a bit bigger than she figured it would be, though she might have estimated wrong when picking the one for a single "victim". The thought of herself as a "victim" in this made her giggle. She was going to love every minute of it. No lover had ever taken her as rough as she wanted, so she had purposely picked a very aggressive variety.
"Subject has found the package and is preparing to unwrap it."
"Wonderful. What's the breeding rate of this kind again?"
"Let's see...impregnation until subject is full, gestation completes in about 3 days."
"How long from initiation to completion of breeding?"
"Approximately an hour, though the breeding phase varies depending on size of subject. Hers should take about ten minutes."
Amber had wrestled with how best to set up the scene, trying to decide between several scenarios. Though she disliked ruining clothes, she had spent many long hours masturbating furiously to the image of being bound, tentacles ripping their way past her coverings to access her most sensitive parts, and her body ravaged while still partially clothed. She didn't know if the creature inside the box would strip her fully, but it would be enough to hear the tearing of cloth and the tightness of its grip.
Her scent was already filling the room as she changed, making sure to look the part of girl on the town for her upcoming moment of "distress". The black dress she wore hugged her curves snugly, accentuating her still small A cup breasts, toned stomach, and tight butt. Her long, bushy tail swished about excitedly behind her as she added the finishing touches to her look.
Twirling before the mirror, Amber admired her 5' nothing frame. She'd been blessed with good genes, making upkeep of her figure much easier than some of her friends. The black material highlighted the predominant red of her fur, the cream color on her chest that extended to her stomach drawing the eye down to her neckline. If there was one thing she wanted to change about her look, it was her bust. Compared to her housemates, she was pitifully small. Even the shorter twins had bigger boobs...
Shaking her head, her ear tufts swishing back and forth, she chased away the negative thoughts and focused on the fulfillment of her deepest fantasy. Licking her lips, she sauntered over to the box, wanting to savor this moment for the rest of her life. The creature inside might not care about all the work she'd put in to making this a perfect experience, but it wasn't for its benefit after all. Softly tugging on the end of the ribbon, Amber let the bow come undone slowly. After unbinding the last knot, she let the ribbon fall to the side and walked away, sitting down at her desk to wait for it to take her.
"She's..."
"Attempting a roleplay, yes."
"That's a lot of thought going in to something that wasn't possible before our company."
"Indeed it is...wait... Ah, crap."
Why now?! Everything was perfect and then they had to come back?! Amber was furious. She'd spent all this time and effort to make it all right, only to get interrupted. She huffed over to the box and grabbed the ribbon so she could tie it back up for later once she'd found out what the hell had happened to make them ruin her perfect evening. Already she could hear them wandering around, one of them calling her name.
She squeaked in surprise when her right wrist was suddenly bound tightly in a thick, slimy purple tentacle. The lid of the box was ajar, the three inch wide appendage sticking out from under it. Her left wrist followed suit before her brain could process that she was too late. A third tentacle slipped out and hovered in front of her face, her large brown eyes looking at it with a mix of lust and extreme fear now that she knew she was going to be discovered. The grip on her wrists was overpowering, and she knew what it was going to do. "Wait, please, I need t-mmmph!"
She had barely seen it move before the purple tentacle forced its way into her open mouth. It wasted no time pushing deeper, slipping into her throat and filling her mouth with its slimy secretions. They were sweet and salty, sending shivers down her spine despite her predicament. It pulled back, then thrust in again, repeating the action again and again, forcing more of its length and girth down into her esophagus. It knew what it wanted and was going to take it from her regardless of her protests, exactly as had been designed.
The rough treatment was turning her on greatly despite the continued calls from one of her housemates. Smaller tentacles had emerged and were teasing her ears, while several large ones had wormed their way into her dress to begin feeling her up. The material complained but did not yet give way. Her ankles were bound as tightly as her wrists the moment she tried to step away.
"Hey, Amber, you in there?" The knock on the door startled her out of her revere, and she knew the jig was up. The voice belonged to Pamela, her calico bunny fem of a childhood friend. The door swung open when there was no response, and she came into view. The bunny was the largest of the four of them at 5' 4", her bust a respectable C. She had the typical powerful legs, short fluffy tail, and slender build of her kind, with just enough extra weight on her to accentuate her curves.
Her long ears focused forward at the noise, her eyes going wide at what she saw. Amber's lips were stretched around the thick tentacle, a slight movement in her throat showing exactly where it was. Tentacles invaded her friend's clothes at many points, easily a dozen of them investigating the squirrel girl's most private areas. Pamela very nearly gathered herself enough to scream before the box lid flew off, more tentacles streaming from it to ensnare her. A pair of them stuffed their way into her mouth, cutting off any noise before the rest of them dragged her into the room, softly shutting the door behind her.
"I thought recon said they'd be gone for the duration!"
"Apparently their flight got canceled and they were bumped to tomorrow."
*facepaw* "I'm gonna make some calls..."
The straps of Amber's dress had been snapped along with those of her bra, the neckline ripped open and bra torn off to expose her small breasts to the tentacles ministrations. They teased her nipples, causing them to harden in her excitement, before sending smaller tentacles to wrap around them. They squeezed and pulled, gaining muffled squeaks of pain and pleasure through the gagging tentacle. Her skirt had likewise been torn apart, and they seemed to be ready to do the same to her panties. One large tentacle rubbed up and down her now very wet pussy through the silky fabric, grinding against her while others kept her legs and hips perfectly still.
Amber was going crazy. The purple tentacles had taken full control of the situation, and the grinding denial was too much. She didn't care that her friend could see her wanton display, she just needed it to fuck her raw. She had been told the slime it was secreting from all along its surface was a powerful aphrodisiac, but she hadn't realized what that meant. She had been looking forward to being bred by them before, now every corner of her mind demanded it.
Pamela, on the other paw, was still trying to figure out what was going on. She couldn't possibly be going through what she was, even if everything her senses were telling her said it was true. She could smell Amber's arousal clearly, and she could feel her own body beginning to respond despite herself. Tentacles had wormed their way into her shirt and under her bra, winding themselves around her tits and squeezing rhythmically. Others were rubbing along her pussy and thighs under her shorts, a few even caressing her exposed belly.
She tried to thrash more when she felt smaller tentacles worm their way around and into her ears, teasing them both inside and out. It was her weakness and a sure fire way to get her in the mood, regardless of who was doing the rubbing. Whether the tentacles knew this somehow or just stumbled on it, she couldn't tell, she just wanted them to stop before things went too far. Already the pair of tentacles in her mouth were making their way into her throat, making swallowing the slime inevitable.
She heard her shirt give way with a loud rip, then felt the tug of it tearing her bra open. The tentacles massaging her breasts didn't miss a step as they twisted around, feeding more length to the ends to allow them to begin teasing her nipples relentlessly. Her fur was growing almost as drenched in the slime as Amber's, the secretions soaking into her skin and making her hypersensitive. Biting proved worse than futile, sending a thick gush of fluid down her throat from both tentacles. Heat began to spread through her body from her stomach, and she could feel her desire to resist waning.
Amber's eyes went from half closed to wide open in an instant the moment she was penetrated. The tentacle was easily as big around as her biggest previous lover, forcing her wide open as it moved further in. Having been forced to endure its teasing, the poor red squirrel couldn't last more than a few seconds before succumbing to a mind-numbing orgasm, the tentacles restraining her allowing her to buck furiously in a lewd display for its other captive.
She squeaked again through the tentacle in her mouth when she felt pinching in both her nipples. Looking down, she stared in shock that the smaller tentacles that had been teasing her nipples had now forced their way deep into them. She could feel them squirming about, muffled cries escaping her throat before she felt a warm, soothing liquid flow in. Not a lot, perhaps a mouthful each, but proportionally significant to her tiny bust. Her breasts swelled visibly from the influx of fluid, only to stop when the flow stopped. Maybe an inch higher off her chest, they stayed that way as the tiny tentacles pulled free with a pop and went back to squeezing and pulling.
Pamela watched in horror at what was happening to her friend, the tentacle in the squirrel fem's pussy forcing several inches in and out by now. She clenched her eyes closed, trying to block out the sights and sounds around her, trying to deny that some of the moans were her own, before she was penetrated the same way Amber had just been. She gurgled in one of the most intense orgasms of her life, the invader managing to get halfway through her tunnel before the tight muscles slowed its entrance. The bunny girl's eyes rolled backwards in her convulsions, the heat from her stomach seeming to concentrate lower down.
Amber was only dimly aware of what Pamela was enduring, a great heat in her breasts taking up most of the attention she could pull away from the jack-hammering her pussy was receiving. The tentacle had nearly reached her cervix, the rubbing and twisting it did driving her feral with need. When a new tentacle forced its way into her tail hole, she bit down on the one in her mouth involuntarily, sending a spurt of fluid into her stomach the same way Pamela had. The heat that began to spread broke through her attempt to hold off her new orgasm, her thrashing restrained by the tentacles but still clearly the signs of ecstasy.
Pamela had reached a similar stupor to Amber's, her body's needs finally winning out over her fear. The tentacle in her pussy thrust hard and fast, joined suddenly by a second one that stretched out her tunnel exquisitely. A third joined it seconds later, and Pamela's second orgasm in less than five minutes had her reeling. Somewhere in her mind she was becoming glad she'd walked in when she did, the tentacle forcing its way up her tail hole reinforcing the thought with her first multi-orgasmic experience.
Amber grunted when the tentacle in her pussy slammed against her cervix repeatedly, trying to break down the door to her womb. When three new tentacles forced their way in to her oversensitive pussy simultaneously, the pain turned to pleasure in an instant and flooded her brain. Her spasms were far more jerky this time, her muscles growing weak from the struggle and repeated draining orgasms. The new additions made their way quickly to her cervix, taking turns with the first to ram into the barrier to her innermost sanctum, each wanting to be the first to breach it.
Pamela felt the finger sized tentacles force their way into her nipples, stretching them proportionally as large as her pussy now was. She arched her back as best she could, gurgled screams signaling a new orgasm even as they began filling her unused mammaries with fluid. Getting more than what they'd given Amber, she felt her tits grow taut, her bust gaining an inch or two from the volume. A wondrous tingling sensation filled her chest, the tentacles removing themselves before returning to teasing.
"Ok, I've managed to start on some damage control, so what's the status?"
"No abnormalities to far. The product is behaving as expected. It managed to enchant the surprise guest very fast. Both are being prepared for the second stage."
"Lets hope we avoid any more unexpected developments..."
The two females were pressed right up against one another, staring into each others eyes, when they felt one of the invaders finally push through their cervixes. The others quickly followed suit through the softening barrier, their bellies swelling out from the amount of tentacle meat stuffed into them. Through their joint orgasm, a delightful pressure began to build in their breasts to accompany the tingling warmth. When the teasing tentacles pulled hard one last time, the sensation quadrupled and sent them right back into convulsions, their brains soaked in total bliss.
New pairs of tentacles appeared, latching onto the captured females' nipples. The first few sucks gained nothing, but soon enough warm milk began to flow. Pamela's breasts produced more initially, her larger size giving her greater capacity, but the concentration of stimulative chemicals was much higher in Amber's smaller breasts and her production rate grew faster. Already the bunny had a sizable D cup, the squirrel's tits catching up at a nice rounded C, the draining of their breasts slowing the growth. The creature was quite pleased, the quality they produced already allowing the generation of many eggs.
Neither was quite certain when more tentacles crammed their way into their wombs, but they didn't care either. Over a half dozen of the thick organs rammed into each of them with overpowering force, turning their individual orgasms into one long cum with spots of greater ecstasy. Their lower bellies stretched and strained to hold the massive intruders, Pamela's shirt rolled well up her stomach and Amber's dress straining mightily at the seams. Each looked about 3 months pregnant when the tentacles pulled back, then up to about 5 months when they pushed in, their bulges touching and rubbing against each other.
When the tentacles began vibrating, they each knew what was coming. They could see many, many bulges traveling up the tentacles stuffed into their pussies, each one nearly twice the size of the wrist thick tentacles themselves. Had they wanted to struggle (and they didn't) they would have found there was no escape from the vice-like tendrils that refused to let them go, the creature intent on impregnating them with what seemed like legions of its young.
This was exactly what Amber had desired. It had been a long dream, formerly thought never to be realized, to be taken so roughly by a creature like this and made huge with its spawn. The sight of what she knew were eggs making their way slowly, almost teasingly, towards her open and defenseless womb with no hope of escape or salvation was the most arousing thing she'd ever experienced. She tried her best to cry out around the tentacle gagging her, to encourage it along somehow, and got more rapid thrusts into her waiting womb in response.
The sight stirred a conflict in Pamela. She knew the creature was attempting to get them pregnant. Amber's joyful reaction was enough to tell her the red squirrel had wanted this moment to happen all along. But did she want it? Sure, this creature had fucked her harder, longer, and better than any male she'd ever found, but was bearing its young worth that? By the look of it, she and Amber were going to be filled to capacity...
The moment the first egg began to push its way into her, she knew her answer: YES! She didn't care how many spawn she carried, she just wanted it to keep going as long as she could take. The stretching of her birth canal reminded her of why she enjoyed canine-blooded lovers, the similarities to the knot sparking many pleasant memories. When a second, and then a third, then a fourth forced their way into her, she accepted that the delayed flight was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her.
"Biometric readings are normal. Assuming nothing unexpected happens, the product will complete its breeding cycle without a hitch."
"Can I assume that the other two finding them is included under expected happenings?"
"Yes, ma'am. I had our people running numbers for what might happen if those two interrupted at various stages, and from the data is seems the design is very near ready for distribution."
"Excellent. I'm going to finish final arrangements for ameliorating the sudden change in plans forced on them. Inform me if anything else of note happens."
It was a strange feeling, having multiple tentacles laying eggs inside her womb. Amber loved the feeling of being stretched so completely full, at least one, often two, eggs pushing up into her pussy through each tentacle at all times. She relished the feeling of each warm egg plopping into her body, each one expanding her belly just a bit more. Already she looked six months along, and many more were visible. The researcher she'd talked to hadn't been kidding when she was told she would be huge. The straining material of her dress began to give way ever so slowly under the relentless pressure in her stomach, a slow rip clear to her ears. When she looked about seven months pregnant, the seams burst finally to elicit a cry of joy muffled only by the invader's tentacle.
She looked at Pamela, the bunny girl meeting her gaze, and was relieved to see gratitude in those eyes. Her friend's belly looked about as big as her own, and she happily realized their busts were very nearly equal in size, the sucking tentacles keeping them both in the D to DD range. Even while the eggs kept coming, she sucked lovingly on the tentacle in her mouth and squeezed her butt around the one in her tail hole, hoping to show her appreciation for the experience.
They stayed that way for a good ten minutes, shocks of pleasure spreading through their bodies at random while their bellies grew ever larger. The feel of the constant stretching and expansion of their wombs alone would have been wonderful, but the tentacle in their tail holes kept a slow thrusting action going and the ones at their breasts kept feeding constantly, giving them many mini-orgasms throughout their long impregnation.
Finally, their bellies stretched with eggs to look like a slightly lumpy 10 months pregnant, both females were set down and released fully. Neither was able to stand, exhausted beyond movement from the long and intensely pleasurable breeding. They looked at one another for a little bit before breaking into smiles and then giggles. Each rubbed the others stretched hide and matted fur softly, not sure what to say at first.
"Sorry I walked in on you like that." Pamela's apology was more teasing than anything, and Amber stuck her tongue out before she shot back. "You're welcome for getting you knocked up." The bunny fem just laughed, then looked back and forth between her friend and the father of their brood. "Care to explain how you got a hold of the greatest fuck toy in all existence? And how long we're gonna walk around stuffed full like this?" The squirrel just shook her head. "It's a long story. I'll tell you tomorrow. We gotta get that lid back on before Chloe or Ginny walk in and-"
"Like hell you will!" On cue, the door opened up to reveal the identical twin black mice females they shared a house with. Ginny's exclamation confused both pregnant females, said confusion turning to shocked realization when they saw that both were largely undressed and covered in clear signs that they'd been enjoying each others company while watching through the key hole and listening to the entire scene. Chloe chimed in, pointing at the box. "You were holding out on us! That was the single hottest thing I've ever seen!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
"I assume that flashing isn't good."
"It's starting the breeding cycle all over again."
"Already? I thought this was the single model. It should be exhausted after double duty for at least the next hour."
"Well it's not. I also think I've found a glitch in the programming..."
"Please tell me it's not as bad as your tone suggests..."
The twin mice were ensnared quickly, wrists and ankles bound while tentacles forced their way down their throats. Others wound their way around their B cup breasts, their owner's 4' 7" frames making them seem larger in comparison. The twins' long, whip-like tails got some attention too, tentacles wrapping around them in a warm, slimy embrace. Yet more teased their large ears, tickling the sensitive areas as they worked.
While Ginny and Chloe gave muffled squeaks of happiness, Amber and Pamela were whisked off to incoherent joy. Already exhausted and filled by the purple tentacles' spawn, they hadn't even the strength to protest as they were picked up once more and rebound, their hypersensitive bodies amplifying the rough pleasure the tentacles gave to extraordinary heights. What was designed to be a sequence to train an inexperienced victim's body to crave its touch was being focused on a pair of well trained, well fucked, and well bred targets.
Wet squelching filled the room, numerous tentacles pistoning in and out of Amber and Pamela's greedy pussies as the creature began to work on the twins. Seeming to sense their kinship, it began a mirror image breeding cycle, allowing each to watch the other as if they were seeing their own impregnation from outside their body. A thick tentacle forced its way through their lower lips, fucking deeply and forcefully, giving no quarter on their way to the females waiting wombs. Their sounds of pleasure in stereo, Ginny and Chloe's eyes went wide when the smaller tentacles pushed into their nipples, warm liquid flowing inside. New tentacles joined in, forcing their way into their tail holes the moment their orgasm hit.
Had they been able to focus, Amber and Pamela might have found the mirror image twitching of their housemates' orgasms creepy. Instead, they moaned and convulsed while the near continual orgasm being forced on them knocked them senseless. Each drooled profusely, slime mixing with it to soak their much larger and already strained milk-laden busts. Streams of milk leaked down their fronts, growing thicker with each jolt from a thrusting tentacle, and joined the stream of girl cum pooling on the carpet below. Half-lidded eyes fluttered with every spasm, little outward awareness showing through.
Ginny and Chloe gasped, seeing the many tentacles lined up to enter the others already stretched pussy and knowing what was to come. The second tentacles forced their way in unceremoniously, stretching them tightly. The third rammed home before the second had managed to make it halfway in. The next ones waited patiently, the three invaders slamming into their slowly softening cervixes insistently. The pain converted to intense pleasure, soaking their minds with blissful sensations to drive them overboard once more.
On cue more tentacles forced their way in, their tunnels now stretched wide obscenely and a bowling ball sized bulge forming in their lower bellies. The new intrusion coincided with the original tentacle finally gaining access to their unprotected wombs. Gurgled squeaks announced their success, the rest of the tentacles forcing the loosening barrier open wider with each penetration. Both mice appeared easily five months along as the tentacles thrust in deeply, both biting down on the tentacles in their mouths to send a squirt of warm liquid to their stomachs where it began its work.
For their part, neither the overwhelmed squirrel or bunny were able to protest when fairly large tentacles forced their way into their nipples and released a sizable volume of the same liquid that had induced their lactation and growth in the first place. Familiar feelings permeated their now active mammary glands, sending them into overdrive. Already overburdened with milk, the ramping up of production yet again caused an alarmingly fast swell of their breasts, moving from their bountiful DD cups to E, F, then G with growth barely slowing. Both groaned from the increasing pressure and weight, though more from the pleasure it created than from concern.
The twins experienced their first growth spurt, milk beginning to fill their breasts and force a rapid swell. Tentacles teased their nipples relentlessly through the growth, the quickly tiring mice unable to move as far in the throes of bliss as before but clearly enjoying every moment. The heat in their stomachs traveled downward, then to every corner of their bodies, while more tentacles latched on to their now leaking nipples and began sucking hard. Already sensitive to every touch, the mice were nearly knocked unconscious by the intense sensations of being milked, growth slowing while milk was pumped from their breasts.
Milk streamed down the now gigantic breasts of the red squirrel and bunny fems, the sucking tentacles completely overwhelmed by a flow they were not designed for. Already the creature would be producing twice as many eggs as it normally would for a breeding harem of this size, and it was only now preparing to initiate the final impregnation event. It began siphoning off milk from egg production to energy generation and fluid restoration, its already rapid and powerful thrusts increasing in magnitude. Much to the delight of its victims, of course.
The vibration of the tentacles signaled the arrival of the eggs. The bulges began traveling up and along the many tentacles buried in each female's receptive and hungry womb, teasingly slow and visible to their soon to be hosts. Somewhere in her lust addled mind, Pamela wondered how she could possibly fit any more, but made no move to prevent being forced to find out. Amber eagerly thrust against the tentacles, loving even more the idea of not merely being bred without hope of escape, but of being bred multiple times to past capacity. The image of her belly so huge she couldn't move was forefront in her lust-drenched mind, her body responding as best it could to make it so.
After what seemed to be an eternity for the girls, the eggs began pushing in. One by one, they forced their pussies open even further, multiple eggs making their way in every second of the impregnation for minutes on end. Egg after softball sized egg forced its way through the many tentacles, plopping into their new homes and stretching their mother's bellies out that much more. The already full bellies of Amber and Pamela groaned slightly with every addition, their hides stretching tight. Strangely enough, no stretch marks appeared and each new egg seemed to up the limit of what they could hold. Ginny and Chloe grew much faster, the creature realizing it had more room in them to lay its sizable brood.
For nearly fifteen minutes eggs were forced into the four females. By the end of it, Pamela and Amber appeared overdue with at least ten cubs, their bellies larger than the rest of their bodies. The red squirrel fem rubbed her tight hide lovingly, relishing every twitch and roll of the massive clutch she now carried. Her breasts, after reacting to the second dose of milk-inducing chemicals, had each ballooned to the size of a normal pregnant belly, resting on the shelf of her bloated womb and leaking copious amounts of milk. Pamela didn't fare much better, her somewhat bigger frame helping her seem less absurdly overburdened but only by a little.
Ginny and Chloe kissed one another deeply, rubbing each others egg packed bellies. The twins looked ready to pop out no less than a half dozen healthy young. Their breasts were much more manageable than their twice impregnated housemates at D cups, even if they were also leaking milk. None of them noticed the purple tentacles retreat to the box and close the lid over, its task complete for now, while they enjoyed the continuing sensations of the afterglow.
"Seems there was a mix up in shipping to compound the problem. They sent her the group model instead of the single one. In hindsight, listing similar products by call numbers that differ only by the letter at the end was a poor decision..."
"R&D claims they know where the behavioral problem is too. Security had dispatched the hazmat unit to collect them, and it seems there is a plan in place for a runaway loop."
"I'm going to kiss whoever invented liability waivers after this is done with."
A single figure in a sealed suit entered the room. The box had not been retied, but was closed, and all four exhausted and gravid females slept soundly where the Tenties-in-a-Box had placed them. The smell of milk and sex managed to overwhelm the filters, the occupant mentally filing it away for her report. First task was to seal the box to prevent further mishap, then the females could be collected and transported safely.
Things looked ready to go smoothly until a hand grasped hers when she reached for the ribbon. Amber, apparently only half awake, ried to use the grip to pull herself up. Instead, much to the worker's horror, the weight caused the Velcro seal to fail and the buttons to pop, detaching her glove and revealing a clawed hand. She turned to run, but the new smell was already in the room. She made it maybe five steps before the Tenties-in-a-Box grabbed her, instinctively initiating its breeding cycle for the third time with the introduction of a new female.
Three days later
It had been a fiasco, and several heads had rolled. Thankfully, Vaina's had not been one of them. As the Director of Development and Field Testing, she had been spared thanks largely to the problems arising in departments not under her control. Still, the arctic fox fur was not in the clear. Her department was in danger of being downsized if the victims could not be at least mostly returned to normal, even if that too was beyond her control. It was simply a matter of the process being halted if the necessary safeguards were not as in place as had been claimed.
Now she looked on as Amber and Pamela finished giving birth to their first brood. Their bellies had shrunk considerably, but were still gargantuan. Two more massive clutches awaited. Their breasts, absurdly huge and gushing milk, were being pumped furiously in an effort to relieve the pressure and reduce their size to only some success. Soon the next batch would be ready to be birthed, the sounds of eggshells cracking within them filling the secure room. The twins' bellies joined in the sound, their first breeding about to bear fruit as well while their breasts slowly shrank to something less than a beanbag chair thanks to the constant pumping.
After this, the final batch and the real start to the cleanup. The poor lizard female from the hazmat team joined the other four in the room, happily waiting for her turn to birth. Vaina had been reluctant to take this posting for exactly this reason, and one other, but it was her or someone possibly less concerned with the fates of those tested on, so she felt she had to. At least the victims enjoyed it, even when things screwed up...right?
"Director?" Vaina was startled out of her pondering by her head researcher, Tam. The equine male sounded half amused, half exasperated. "What is it?" "It seems that we've had a request of transfer and four applications for employment." The connection took only a moment to make, and she facepawed. "Let me guess. As new breeders?" "And wetnurses." Vaina sighed, giving the only proper response she could think of. "Oye..." "My thoughts exactly, ma'am."
Tenties-in-a-Box: Purple Variety Field Test
Results : Mixed...