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Dangerous Experimentation Pt 2 - Family Tying

By - Rix Writes

tags : incest, eggs, birthing, insects

Commissioned by the wonderful Woodlings, this concludes the story of poor Jessica, a delightful coyote woman that had a bit too much of a fascination for one of the creatures in her father's lab. I split it into two parts, because some folk really don't like incest as a theme, and I'd prefer to keep that there.

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When Vincent received the third warning that his daughter hadn't checked in at the lab she was caring for while he was on a short vacation with his long time work partner, and now much more, he started to worry. She'd always been studious about keeping records, much more so than her twin brother, Julian, and missing ONE check-in was unusual.? ? Two was concerning, but maybe reasonable. It was only when his hand terminal threw up the warning that a third check in had been missed that he'd started to REALLY worry.

"Something wrong, Vince?" came a voice from the doorway to the bathroom. Vincent's ears perked toward the speaker, and a moment later, he looked up at the white-furred caracal that stood there, hands on his hips. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing. "You really have to stop worrying about the Facility so much. Jessica has it well in hand. If you'd been allowed to, you would have let her handle it for a few days a few years ago.? ? As it is, you had to wait until she was an adult under Faction law."

The coyote shook his head, and gestured at his terminal. "That's the thing, Faren," he said, troubled, "She hasn't checked in. It's not like her. Listen, I know I said I wouldn't, but... do you mind...?" Faren threw up his hands in frustration, and Vincent knew that he'd have to make it up to the caracal if everything turned out alright.

He sent out a connection request to the lab, which went unanswered. Sighing, he tried a second then a third time, growing increasingly concerned. With some reluctance, he tried calling Jessica's terminal directly, something he'd promised he wouldn't do. When, like the lab's general line, Jessica didn't respond, concern became alarm.

Pressing a few buttons, he initiated an emergency connection to the lab's computers, something Vincent was supposed to do only in extreme situations. The whole facility was in a legal gray area within the controlling faction's space, and the Benefactors didn't want attention drawn to the lab, or corporate espionage to reveal too much about what went on there.

One by one, Vincent checked camera feeds. Something was definitely wrong, he knew it. Jessica wasn't anywhere in the main facility that she should be. A wash of fear filled him, she had no reason to be in any of the creature enclosures, but they were the only places she had access to that he hadn't checked. When he reached the feeds for the celkali enclosure, his worst fears were confirmed. "Faren!" he yelled. "Faren, we have to go, now!"

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The humid air of the celkal enclosure was laden with so many scents and sounds that Jessica had never noticed before. Freed from the need to move or even speak, she could feel the heavy weight of the clutch of eggs that had stretched out her womb. If she lifted her head, she could see that her stomach was misshapen and lumpy, leaving no doubt what was within her.

She had no idea how many hours had gone by, and she was trapped quite firmly on a mound of hardened slime, her sex aching, her desperate need to feel something more shoved within her growing harder to ignore. Where was her father? Why hadn't he come to save her yet? She let out a little whimper, some small part of her hoping that she wouldn't be rescued.

The mother had returned at least twice to check on its newest breeder. Each time the helpless coyote had enthusiastically let herself be fed the slurry of things that she probably didn't want to think about. And each time it had been like being hit with the initial pheromone cloud all over again, making her start to drip with arousal with nothing to do about it.

A new sound, one she'd been waiting for, made her heart leap with joy. It was the sound of the airlock room door that led into the enclosure. And then, her father's voice, "Jessica? Oh my god, Jessica, sweetie, oh god, no..." and then he was there, panic in his expression, looking over her, followed by her brother Julian. The look on Julian's face was... a hidden leer, one she could only see in his eyes above the mask he was wearing. He had always tried to sneak looks at her, fascinated by his twin sister. He was certainly getting an eyeful now, with her legs spread wide and held open, arms held down by the hardened slime.

"Daddy..." she croaked, "I'm sorry..." Sorry that this was all that would end soon. That she'd never be allowed near the celkal enclosure again. But she had to say the right words, to avoid letting on that she'd always wanted this to happen.

Worry was plain on her father's face, and he called out, "Faren, are you recording? Is she okay?"

"Yes, of course, Vincent. She seems to have been well cared for. Scans shows she hasn't been... fertilized, as it were," came a dry voice from the speakers in the enclosure. "Not that anyone would have had the chance. Timestamp indicates that it has been approximately twelve hours."

His hands tested the resin, and he tapped it a few times before sighing. "Obviously too hard to break without tools. Are you okay? I'm sorry, I don't know how it happened. I saw, you were so careful." His hands started to touch her belly and her cheeks. As his fingers reached her mouth, she found herself reacting immediately to try to suck on the fingers. "Oh my," he said, eyes widening a bit in surprise. "The response is ingrained that quickly?"

"I need help, daddy," Jessica said, the words coming slowly, and she couldn't tell what kind of help she really needed.

"Dad, careful. You know how they swarm if you try to do more than... contribute." Her brother ventured, real concern in his voice. There was something in his demeanor, though, something that _wasn't_concerned.

"Yes, yes, Julian," Vincent said testily, and crouched down in front of Jessica, cradling her head. "Oh my sweet little girl. How? Did the filters fail? I watched. I saw."

Julian crouched beside their father and reached out to touch her, pressing his thumb against her lips. She moaned as she immediately wrapped her fingers around it and started to suckle. To her surprise, the touch of his finger felt_incredible_on her lips, making her mouth start to water and a warmth and pleasure similar to having her clit stimulated erupt from every nerve ending there. "Guess this shows why the lynx doesn't bite the tube off."

From her perspective, Jessica could see that there was a bulge in her brother's slacks, something that made her inner walls clench and started her heart start racing. She could imagine that thick canine shaft pressing into her, filling her. Her whole body suddenly ached with desperate, unbridled need. For her brother. Maybe he could get the thing he'd always wanted again ever since that one time.

"We will have to figure out how to extricate her without incurring the wrath of the entire nest," Vincent murmured, interrupting Jessica's thoughts, seemingly oblivious to his son's leer. With an almost clinical detachment, he touched Jessica's swollen belly again and let out a soft sigh, "Such a _brood_this would be. The Benefactors would stop breathing down our necks." He crouched again, peering at her drooling and still-stretched sex. Experimentally, he reached out and touched her swollen labia with a gloved hand.

After hours of almost maddening need, the single probing touch to the sensitive flesh was enough to set Jessica to an ecstatic howl as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. To her chagrin, her vagina began to clench and gush onto her father's hand, coating his glove in her pleasure, "Oh g-god, daddy, I'm sorry, I... it's l-like everything..."

"Shh, shh, sweetie, it's okay," he said soothingly. Jessica let out a low whimper, and he touched her again with a probing finger. She didn't immediately climax like before, but just touching the barest spot on her aching quim felt like her clit was being stimulated. There was a strange tone in his voice, one that Jessica didn't recognize. "Faren, how much dose of atrosophenamin could you safely put in the food?" He called out to the watching doctor. Was that... regret?

"Calculating now, Vince," came the response. "It'll be a few. What we feed them, we feed her. What would knock even one of them out could kill her."

Julian licked his lips and stood up straight. He was definitely wearing his mask, but his erection was obvious in his slacks to the point that Vincent finally noticed and made comment, "Son, did you check your filters?" He stepped up to Julian and peered at him.

"Y-yeah I did...." Julian said and then looked over to his sister. "Dad... you know, we've taken volunteers before. I... no, never mind."

Jessica stared at her brother, her heat-addled mind latching onto the words. There was no way he was going to suggest what she thought he might. What she wished she could say, in the deepest parts of her mind. Her father also stared at Julian incredulously, but to her surprise, she could see the tiniest bulge in _his_slacks, too.

"Son, that's your _sister,"_Vincent growled loudly. "I'm not going to force that on her. I mean... yes. Do you think I haven't wanted a new way to get more_product_from the Benefactors?" The word product was said with intense scorn. "But... no. I won't even force a non-sapient into this. You _know_my feelings on that."

Julian threw his hands up and looked over at Jessica, and she could see that he definitely was going to try and get her father to take the next step. "Sure, sure, but... just think of the data. We could find a way to get her out. We don't know how to get someone out of that yet because we haven't observed the process!"

Vincent hesitated then, and she saw his ears flatten a little. Her brother's tail wagged when he saw that, making Vincent's eyes narrow a bit. "You know what you'd have to do. No. I'm not taking advantage of an accident."

"Daddy..." Jessica croaked out, but her father couldn't hear her, he was too far away.

Julian pointed at Jessica and said, a little plea in his voice, "An_accident?_That was no accident. You watched her give herself to it. She waited until there was no way to stop it. She was wearing her mask at the start, all the damn PPE she was supposed to. She's _still_wearing most of it, other than the mask. Don't you see? She wanted to do it."

Vincent looked back to Jessica in wide-eyed shock. "She... but that's...." Sure, it looked bad. He'd seen the feed with his own eyes, seen how enthusiastically she'd responded even before the paralytic slime had made her unable to fight the breeding. He hadn't seen any failures in the mask's filters. All he'd been able to see was her giving herself to it without protest. "Jessica...?"

She flattened her ears. Even in her present condition, she was lucid enough to recall that her father only used her full name when she was in trouble, or at least when she had some serious explaining to do. "I... I did, Daddy," she admitted, eyes closing when she saw that her father was growing even more... shocked? Aroused? Both? "I did it. Knew I'd get r-rescued."

"But... why? Even if you knew we'd pull you out of this, why put yourself into it in the first place?"

For a moment, Jessica expected Julian to betray her. He'd seen her ovipositor toy, after all. He'd already correctly guessed why she'd volunteered for this assignment in the first place. Julian remained silent, but she couldn't tell how altruistic his lack of intervention might be. Was he was being good and keeping his word, or being simply enjoying watching her squirm? His expression was unreadable, but the stubbornly persistent bulge in his slacks suggested the latter.

"I..." the lump in Jessica's throat somehow felt even weightier than what the celkal had been feeding her. "I wanted to know what it felt like. Saw the lynx... always been curious...."

"She's into it, in other words." There_was Julian's intervention. Sensing that his father's resolve was crumbling, he pressed on even harder. "Don't you see? This solves everything, dad. The Benefactors. We get to observe the whole physical change. More product. We can save people that fall prey to this." He looked longingly over at Jessica, his tail starting to wag again. "You know I've wanted to with her. You talked to me about it. And then you admitted _you wanted her too. Just like you did mom. Your own sister. The gene therapy to make us healthy and stop the inbreeding."

Vincent froze, shocked beyond measure that Julian would have so blatantly talked about something he'd shared in private. "D-doctor Faren, strike that from the record," he said numbly. His expression was troubled, but he turned to Jessica, who looked just as shocked. They'd said _what_about her? That they _both_wanted to...? The look in his eyes and the way his trousers were tented made a twisted mixture of hope and horror bloom in her.

As he crouched again to Jessica's level, Vincent reached out and touched her cheek, cupping it gently. The perspective was odd for her, upside-down as it was. She felt a surge of "Oh, my dear girl, I didn't want _this_for you. I swear. Your brother is right... but I can't do this. We'll get you out of here, talk about it." The older coyote stood, and she looked over to where her brother was, and he looked a bit defeated, ears flattened down to the sides, tail no longer waiting.

Jessica realized something right then. If she had asked to do this, her father would never have let her. Despite the presence of volunteers in other enclosures, he wouldn't want his own daughter to become one. He didn't believe she'd have wanted this. But if she was going to convince him, then she'd have to admit everything. Admit that she'd wanted to be here but had never had the courage to ask. That a moment of lost inhibition had led to this. That the truth was... well, that she wanted to take it further. She wanted to stay here and become like the lynx only a few metres away. To have her mind overridden by the need for desire and fucking, to become a creature of pure sensation and need and pleasure.

"Daddy..." she said, uttering the words that would change her life forever, "Daddy, please... do it. I want it. Please. F-fuck me, make it forever. I want to bear these eggs, and I w-want it to be you."

Her father, still looking into her eyes, widened. He drew in a sharp breath, and despite his shock, his tail wagged. "You... you're sure?" he asked, barely a whisper. Before she even nodded, he was lifting his fingers up to undo the mask, fingers shaking. He hesitated just before pulling it off.

Low, guttural, desperate, she nearly yelled, an insane quaver in her voice, "Daddy, please fuck me!" All the while, her brother watched with increasing excitement, tail wagging madly now, ears perked forward in intense curiosity.

Vincent smiled warmly and pulled his mask off, drawing in a deep breath of his daughter's heady, pheromone-laden scent. "Oh my dear sweet lovely girl, your brother's right. I've wanted to slide into you since you started to look so much like your mother. My sister. But I love you too, you know that?" He stood up and undid his pants, revealing a thick, already dripping canine shaft poking from a fuzzy sheath. Deep red, lined with veins, it was a part of him that had remained entirely feral from their far ancestors, with even the small nub of flesh at the tip. A tip that her father had pressed up against her lips. Without even thinking, she took that tip in her mouth, tasting him for the first time of what she knew would be many. "That's your daddy's cock, Jessica. I'm going to activate those eggs in you. You'll change. You'll be a living womb, just like you wanted."

If he was trying to deter Jessica by shocking her, the words were having a completely opposite effect. She could see her brother stepping to the side, pulling out his own near-identical crimson shaft and stroking it while he removed his filter mask. She swirled her tongue around the tip of her father's cock, flicking at the tip, drawing out a groan. "Oh god, your scent. Oh fuck... yeah, never thought it would be like this, sweetie."

Before he got too into it, Vincent pulled himself out of his daughter's mouth. "Julian, be a good son and give your sister something to do while I give her what she really needs, hmm?"

The younger coyote grinned in a hungry leer, the pheromone-laden humid air starting to affect him. "Oh, I could do that, dad. You're leading this project after all. And so is she."

Jessica had to giggle just the tiniest bit in the midst of her need. They looked so silly, really, just their cocks pressed out from their trousers, unable to pull them down because of the latex stockings rolled over them as protective measures. "Come on," she urged, "It's time."

Obligingly, her father stepped around her, letting his fingers trail over her egg-swollen belly. He teased one of her nipples, drawing out a groan. Like her lips, they were now as sensitive as her clit. Like every furless point of skin, really. "You know, these really are rather unused. I wonder if we could bring in a symbiotic parasite to use them. Bah," he commented.

Even as her brother moved closer, filling her senses with his own sharp scent of masculine arousal, Jessica felt her father's hands on her inner thighs, stroking gently, claws raising little lines in the short fur there. "Oh, dear Jessica," he growled. "Permit me a few moments..." Jessica made a confused sound before her father's broad tongue drew itself from her drooling entrance all the way up to her clit. Immediately, she felt another peak crash through her, drawing a howl just as her brother reached out for her.

"I love you, sis," Her brother said, touching her cheek, guiding the head of his cock to her lips. The taste was like her father's own, but much close to her own. He was her twin, and was connecting to her in a way she'd never imagined. With no small measure of enthusiasm she began to undulate her tongue against the underside of her brother's cock while making sure to keep her teeth from touching the sensitive flesh.

Vincent, meanwhile, kept lapping at his daughter's quim, broad tongue tasting her pleasure mingled with the remnants of the celkal mother's slimy, aphrodisiac-laden lubrication. "Oh, sweetie, you taste divine... so much like your mother. I could do this forever, but I know what you want," he murmured.

The realization that her father had really wanted to do something like this even before taking off his mask made Jessica squirm. She loved the feeling of her tongue on the smooth flesh of her brother's prick, especially after she realized the true reason he'd never told her dad after finding the toys in her room. Her father had already known. And now the both of them were with her, helping to seal a fate she'd never be able to escape.

She made a wordless sound of protest when her father stopped lapping at her petals, but that changed to a hungry gurgle-growl when she felt the stiff, hot tip of his cock pressing into her. "Oh sweetie," he half-growled, "feels so nice. Thank you for doing this." He slid into her smoothly, her already-stretched passage taking him without any discomfort. To her surprise and delight, she could feel every single contour. When he started to buck his hips, she realized that, yes, every single bit of bare skin, including what was within her, had become as sensitive as her clit. As ripe for drawing out another mind-numbing climax, too, it seemed, as she felt the intense pleasure wash through her.

Even in the obscene pleasure of having her father fucking her while her brother took hold of her head and started to thrust, the crown pressing against her throat, Jessica was aware she was being recorded. That she was letting something happen that would change her entire existence into one of breeding after twisted breeding from the celkal mother. Months of swelling discomfort, being rutted by her father and brother and anyone else that wanted a go at her. And then the birthing, all of it recorded and catalogued and analyzed. If not for an accident, she would never have been where she was right now, and she was glad for it.

Another powerful orgasm washed through her, this time radiating from her lips, followed immediately by another from within where her father had begun to pick up the pace. He was leaning over her, a somewhat comical expression of bliss on his face, almost fully lost to the sexual frenzy induced by her scent and whatever was in the lubrication left by the mother. He gripped her thighs in strong hands and she felt it then, the press of a larger swell against her quim. Once that went in, there would be no going back.

Julian had noticed that his father was close too, and with a measure of reluctance, he pulled his cock out of his sister's mouth. "Sis, you feel that?" he gasped, "Dad's gonna knot you. He's going to turn you into that..." he stepped aside and gestured to the helpless feral lynx a short distance away.

Jessica's mind reeled. Why was he saying these words. Was he taunting her? Was he trying to stop her father from doing what she really wanted him to? Why wouldn't her brother just stick his cock in her mouth, it had felt so good. "Wha, no, yes, Julian, I... oh, AHHH!" she was interrupted by another orgasm, no less powerful for having been the fourth... or was it fifth?

"Tell you a secret, sis. I knew. I went in your locker before you left, after you checked it over," her brother said almost conversationally, though Jessica could tell from the husky tone that he really _did_want to just push his aching cock right back into her muzzle. Each time her father slammed forward there was a rush of pleasure and she stretched a little further. "I was going to spoil your filters. Give you an excuse to do this."

Cold fear filled Jessica, finally snapping her mind to full awareness. Her brother had done this? Was her father going to stop what was happening? But her brother crouched down to meet her gaze, and she could see no leer, no triumph in that expression. He beamed at her, "I didn't do it, sis. I wouldn't force that on you. In fact, I made extra sure everything was safe."

In that moment of forced clarity, Jessica's mind was completely blown. All the justifications she'd made. All the excuses she'd thought she could make. Her attention was drawn by a howl from her father, and the next time his knot pressed against her quim, the pressure didn't stop. For an interminably long moment, she just felt the stretching of her sex, and then a lewd popping feeling, and her father's cock sunk deeper into her. Her brother's next four words were undeniable, deliberate and damning. "This was all you."

Before she could say anything, Julian pressed his cock to her lips again, and she didn't have to think anymore. She could just feel. She could be a part of this without ever having to worry what would have happened if an 'accident' hadn't happened. And as her father let out another howl, hunching further over her, she fully embraced her new life. His seed flooded into her, what felt like buckets of it, streamer after streamer of blessed life for the eggs inside her womb. Over and over it came, and at the increased pressure of it inside her, she felt her mind go completely blank but for ecstatic, unending pleasure. She didn't even feel when her brother's seed began to spill into her throat, though she greedily gulped on pure instinct.

She lost consciousness without noticing it, her entire world fading into bliss and love and the knowledge that she would make a wonderful mother. That her brother and father and sometimes even a Benefactor would come to take care of her. How could she not love this? She'd done what she'd always dreamed of, and taken it further than she had ever thought possible. It was all her, after all.

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How long? How long had it been? Jessica's mind was fuzzy, heavy. Her sex ached, now constantly drooling with lubrication that had turned a faint green in colour. It was loose and gaping now, after so many times having her father and brother's knots in her. And, she had to admit, Dr Faren with his barbs had been quite an interesting experience. When the Benefactor's representatives had come to visit, their taste and feel had been almost divine. They were enthusiastic whenever they came, given over to something they'd wanted almost as she'd wanted to become the mother's.

They'd attached devices to her, scanned her over and over. She was happy to let them. She was something very special now, she was bringing so much to the lab. Knowledge and funding and the way to help those who hadn't chosen their fates.

She wanted to be able to touch her abdomen, huge beyond anything she could believe was possible. Her babies were in there, her beautiful mother's brood, and they were almost ready to be born. In fact, she thought it was just about time. She'd watched the lynx get filled, and the pheromones the mother used to keep the lynx docile had driven the captive coyote wild.

She was truly beyond any chance of being taken out of the enclosure, her new home, her new life. Her breath came in quick gasps now. Her father, ever the scientist, had scanned and observed every change in her body. Her organs were a fifth the size they had been now, her lungs smaller. But those changes meant nothing to her. All she wanted to feel was more touch to her sex, more pleasure. It's all that really mattered to her.

The ever-present squirming of the brood in her womb was a comfort. It told her that she was a good breeder, a good subject. She'd joined the small group of volunteers that were helping the lab grow in a very unique and wonderful way.

She felt a strange pain all of a sudden. Was that right? Was that okay? Where was the mother? Her cooing and chittering always calmed Jessica. Soft footfalls approached, not the skittering-slithering of the mother, but they served to make her relax. She craned her head, trying to see, and her father stepped into sight. Excitement blossomed in her when she saw he wasn't wearing a mask, that he had no pants on, just the latex stockings and gloves that kept him from accidentally immobilizing himself with the fresh slime.

"Hello, sweetie," Vincent murmured, stroking Jessica's cheek. "It's time, you know. We've been watching. Today, you start birthing. We're watching. Your brother is probably pawing off right now. He's really much more studious now, you know. Since he doesn't have to hide how much he enjoys you. How much we all do."

Jessica felt a fierce joy in her heart at that news. She'd been told during the changes her body had endured, that her brain had been changing too. She loved the mother deeply, she wanted her to keep filling her with new babies. She could feel the mother watching, feel the approval. The pain came again, and it didn't stop for a few seconds this time. "Daddy, what... what?" she gasped.

"Shh, sweetie, I know. It's okay." Vincent intoned, then patted her cheek. "Let's give you something to think about while it happens." He stood and presented the tip of his cock to her lips and she gave a languid smile. She loved when the mother fed her, but it was just as nice to have her father give her stomach some protein. His cock glided between her lips and she tasted his musk, the dripping pre that seeped from the tip, familiar and comforting. When the pain came again, she was too focused on the glide of her father's cock across her lips.

There was pressure, incredible pressure, and she felt her vagina start to flex and squeeze. Something inside her was stretching, widening. Squirming, wriggling pressure. It was so _big._What if it couldn't get out of her, what if her brood was stuck? She began to squirm, feeling a bit of panic at the thought. As if he sensed it, her father made a soothing noise, "Come on honey, they're okay, you're okay, the others are watching to be sure... just suck, just think about that. Suck your father's cock."

The suggestion was a wonderful one, and Jessica closed her eyes, trying to focus on the smooth flesh of her father's dick. It was hard to do, with the ache and the pressure growing more and more intense with every second. Firm hands gripped either side of her head and her father started to buck his hips, fucking her face. Between little grunts of pleasure and gasps, he spoke, "My god, sweetie, you feel wonderful. Did you know that you only breathe on instinct every twenty minutes or so? And we know everything about the change. What it does to you. How it happens. You should be so _proud_of what we've done together."

Jessica heard, but barely registered the words. Having her face rutted like this had begun to feel as intensely pleasurable as it was when her brother had licked her clean after her father had sealed her fate so many weeks (months?) ago. It took away from the now nearly unbearable pressure and inner stretching. She gurgled and moaned when she felt the tip of that canine shaft pressing against her throat. She started to swallow, the instinctive response to something slender and slick pressing there. The swell of her father's knot bumped up against her lips, with only the tip teasing into her throat. "Open wider, sweetie..." he murmured, "take all of it."

Jessica did as she'd been told, despite the stretch of her jaw making it ache. When she felt like she couldn't open any wider, her father's knot passed her lips, not even touching her teeth. The broad tip of that shaft sunk into her throat, the knot swelling wide, the backs of her teeth pressed up against the base.

Suddenly, that intense pressure inside her _broke,_and the first of her brood began to wriggle into her vagina from her womb. Her muscles rippled and squeezed, helping it along, and she realized that every single part of her body that was being touched was beginning to blossom into an orgasmic sensation of pleasure. Her lips, her throat, her vagina, every single square centimetre of skin not covered in fur was as sensitive and erogenous as her clit. The wrist-thick body of the first of her brood completely filled her sex, and she screamed out her pleasure, though it came out as only a gurgle.

"Yes," growled her father, feeling Jessica swallow and massage his cock with reflexive enthusiasm. It was the first time he'd knotted her face, and with a desperate howl, he began to spray his seed into her throat. Streamer after streamer, heavy and thick, was swallowed eagerly, and his own orgasm continued until a good half litre of semen had been consumed. "That's my girl," he crowed happily, reaching up to tease her nipples.

The touch immediately drew another climax from Jessica, her whole body suffused with warmth and bliss. With a lewd plopping sensation, she felt the first of her brood slip free of her. Joy filled her as new pressure grew in her belly, hot on the heels of the first celkal nymph. It didn't take nearly as long, and the discomfort was equally diminished.

Jessica wasn't even aware of it when her father tugged his cock out of her throat ten minutes later. Each nymph to be born had come faster and faster, and each time one was fully within her sex, she reached another peak more powerful than the one before. By the time the last of her first brood was wriggling around her legs, her mind had completely shut down in the torrent of pleasure, overwhelmed beyond its ability to keep her fully conscious.

"Such a good girl," Jessica's father crooned in her ear, though she didn't hear him.

Jessica woke slowly, with no idea how long it had been. She felt empty, she ached from head to toe. With no brood in her womb, with no flood of the chemicals they seeped into her body from within, everything was aching. It was the first time since she'd taken her fateful steps into the mother's embrace that she'd felt anything but need and pleasure. Her mind was clearer than it had been in what had to be months, if the cycle had been anything like the lynx's.

Her sex throbbed and itched, growing more intense when she saw that the lynx had been filled while she'd been away. She wasn't surprised when she saw her father step into her line of sight, as if he'd never left. He crouched down, and she saw he was wearing his mask this time, and he was fully clothed as well.

"Hello sweetie," he crooned. "Bet you feel terrible, don't you?" Jessica wasn't able to form words yet, and so she nodded her head weakly. "I know, dear. I know. The mother should be ready for you soon, don't worry." Jessica felt herself start to grow wet at just the suggestion, and she managed to croak out a single 'yes'.

Smiling warmly, he reached out and stroked Jessica's cheek with a gloved hand, pressing his thumb to her lips. "Before it does, before I leave, I have something to tell you, sweetie. Your brother tried to convince me not to, but I have to. I need to be sure."

"Wha?" Jessica blurted out, confusion filling her. She didn't want this, she didn't want to feel so confused and empty. She didn't want to feel more and more alert and awake. She didn't want to ache, she just wanted to go back to sleep, to wait for the mother to wake her with a new brood. A larger one this time.

"Jessica, honey, scanning you, observing the changes that have happened to you... we have enough data to change you back. I don't think we could after a few more breedings. But we can, now that we know _how_the changes happen." At another 'wha?' from Jessica, he continued. "I have to ask you. While you can still think. While the mother's not working on you, while you don't have a clutch. Do you want to go? Do you want to get out of here?"

For one moment, Jessica considered it. She was grateful for the chance to do so. But there was no doubt in her mind, and she croaked out one word. She'd be in an endless cycle of pleasure and fullness and ecstasy and aching. Her father and brother and others would care for her, keep her safe. She'd never want for anything again, just that mindless pleasure.

"Stay."