{"sf1_id":2255850,"sf2_id":"Jew5zO6n","title":"Sentenced to Brood: The second day","author":"Astral93","words":3774,"posted_at":"2025-05-29T12:19:18.000Z","tags":["Bird","Body Control","Dragon","Eggs","Forced pregnancy","Hyperpregnancy","Impregnation","Medical Procedures","Rapid pregnancy","Sci-Fi","mpreg","self impregnation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2255850-sentenced-to-brood-the-second-day","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Jew5zO6n","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2255850\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"The crew learn about their new reality.","content":"Hey all!\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's been a while, sorry for the long wait.Formatting might be a bit off, it's been fighting me since it was uploaded.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;Constructive criticism is appreciated!\n\n* * *\n\n_ **These are thoughts** _\n\n\"Normal Conversation.\"\n\n* * *\nChapter 3:\n\nDr. Kanta was exhilarated as he scuttled back to his office.\n\nIt had been years. Nearly a decade since that monster had killed his way through a merchant vessel carrying everything and everyone he loved, his family who sacrificed so much to get him into the medical school and career he now enjoyed.\n\n  \n\nThough they would probably disapprove a little if they knew what he had used his education for. he mused; not for the first time. But the guilt was fleeting in the face of his excitement.\n\nMaking Crotak impregnate himself like that…it was intoxicating. He wanted more!\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe wanted to see that bastard waddle, to make his every step a humiliating reminder of his condition. He wanted to see Crotak's despair as his body grew ever more heavy and gravid. And as the prison's doctor he would be able to help Crotak along as much as he wanted!\n\nThe scanner nestled in the stone wall beeped as he walked up to it, near invisible ultraviolet flashing over him before the elevator door opened. His office was on the second level, a place none of the prisoners would be able to access.\n\nHis ascent only took a minute, but it was a minute too long. He winced as he stepped out with his pants bunched tightly around his erection. A quick readjustment was enough to reduce the discomfort long enough to make it\u0026nbsp;to his office.\n\nThe door slammed as he threw down his pants, pulling on his erection desperately. It was just too much, every one of his fantasies were within reach now. Though many had the same theme, forcing Crotak to incubate enough eggs to fill a school.\n\n  \n\nBamon felt warmth spurt between his fingers and closed his eyes in bliss, greedily savoring the image. If only…. but the laws of biology did not bend that far.\n\nThough...he could push the limits a little. If he set the groundwork right he could stuff a hundred eggs inside that glossy black belly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe paused, mind whirling with the possibilities. Cell reseeding for increasing available skin and muscle. Topical medications to allow for more stretching.\n\n  \n\nThe womb implants were already designed for self repair. Could he make them grow with larger and larger clutches of eggs?\u0026nbsp;\n\nScrew it! There was no one around to tell him he couldn't! Bamon wiped off his hand before reaching for his tablet.\n\n  \n\nIt wasn't like the pirate didn't deserve it anyway. He felt\u0026nbsp;no remorse for his actions, why should Bamon feel any guilt\u0026nbsp;for what he wanted to do to him?\n\n  \n\nHe opened Crotak's file, then his implant settings . The brothel womb model had been limited to two eggs per orgasm , but his improvements let him change the settings on the fly.\n\n  \n\nHells, if he wanted to, he could make the eggs grow to full size within two weeks! Though food consumption would increase dramatically and there could be risks to the body unless he compensated for them?\u0026nbsp;\n\n_ **Maybe in the future.** _\n\n  \n\nFor now he needed to put that cocky pirate in his place.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n  \n\nOvaNumRelease = randomInt(2, 4); // 2 to 4 eggs released per orgasm\n\n  \n\nRefractoryPeriod = 15; // 15 minutes\n\n  \n\nGestationDays = 30;\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n  \n\nHe hesitated. Would it be safe? Sevak did not want any of the pirates to die, especially not Crotak. His talons brushed through bright red plumage as he considered.\n\n  \n\nMale Tyradon were quite larger than their females, and Crotak was by far the largest specimen he had ever seen. He nodded to himself before altering the variables. It would be fine, in the worst case he could just change it back.\n\n  \n\nProbably.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n  \n\nOvaNumRelease = randomInt(4, 6); // 4 to 6 eggs released per orgasm\n\n  \n\nRefractoryPeriod = 5; // 5 minutes\n\n  \n\nGestationDays = 30;\n\n  \n\nCONFIRM CHANGES Y/N ?\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nHe confirmed the settings change, pulling on himself\u0026nbsp;desperately.\u0026nbsp;It took him less than a minute to finish\u0026nbsp;.\n\n* * *\nDay 2:  \n  \n\nCrotak found himself bound upright to an exam chair. His head was free to move, but there was a gag in his mouth. Manacles secured his legs and ankles.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe was in an abandoned exam room. Shelves emptied, cabinets left wide open with few supplies still inside.\n\n  \n\nWhy was he in this place? How did he get here?\n\n  \n\nWhy was something touching his cock!?\n\n  \n\nStartled, he looked down and groaned as a milker started contracting around his member. Had the toy been there earlier?\n\n  \n\nEvery squeeze was like that of a high class\u0026nbsp;courtesan. Each touch caressing him, every movement calculated to maximize his pleasure. Before he knew it an orgasm was pulled out of him. a warm sensation filling his belly. His head thumped back against the chair, overwhelmed.\n\n  \n\n“An excellent start Mr. Crotak, but I think we can do better than that.\" a voice chirped from behind him.\n\n  \n\nCrotak jerked his head to the side. Who?\n\n  \n\nThat voice was familiar. Wait.. Doctor Kanta?\n\n  \n\nShit!\n\n  \n\nAt some unseen signal the milker increased its speed. Pulses of delicious sensation quickly driving him to ecstasy. Before he knew it another orgasm washed over him, warmth further coating his insides.\u0026nbsp;Why did his belly\u0026nbsp;feel warm?\n\nHe had his third release soon after, then a fourth.\u0026nbsp;He arched his back as a fifth orgasm was wrung out of him, but he didn't feel tired.\n\nBut when\u0026nbsp;he looked down he moaned in shock.His stomach was inflating, his skin stretched over the mass inside him and boiling hot.\n\nCrotak panicked, pulling desperately on the restraints but unable to budge them. What was this? Was he _pregnant_?\n\n  \n\nHe whined as the milker pulled more come from him, his belly surging further in response. It was already nearing a full term pregnancy, but the growth wasn't slowing down.\n\nIf anything his expansion was accelerating, his belly so large he felt it crushing him into the exam chair. His arms wouldn't be able to fit around it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHis skin was tight, too tight. Every breath was an ordeal as his lungs were compressed into his body.\n\n  \n\n“What a good hen you'll make.\" Doctor Kanta trilled in his ear.\n\n  \n\n* * *\n Crotak bellowed and threw himself out of the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.  \n  \n\nHis pulse was racing, eyes roving frantically over his abdomen. It was flat, not a hint of a curve to be seen.\n\n  \n\nSlowly his heart rate dropped, the shock fading. He was in his cell.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt was a nightmare.\n\n  \n\nCrotak groaned, holding his head in his hands.\n\n  \n\nThe events of his dream quickly\u0026nbsp;faded\u0026nbsp;from his mind but memories of the day before returned in their place.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe remembered Doctor Kanta touching him. Pushing and stroking and playing with him like he was some kind of toy! And then that warmth in his belly…Fuck!\n\n  \n\nKanta forced him to come. Forced…eggs inside of him. And he had been completely unable to fight back!\n\nCrotak seethed. He hadn't felt so weak since-\n\n  \n\nHe shook his head, forcibly suppressing the memories with the ease of long practice.\n\n  \n\nDoctor Kanta was going to die in the most painful way he could think of. He would make it slow,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;savoring\u0026nbsp;every moment as he tore that bird apart piece by piece. He would throw him in the ocean as bait for the leviathan! He-\n\n  \n\nCrotak's head snapped toward the hall as an obnoxious chime filled the air.\n\n  \n\nOutside his cell a display flickered on. His eyes narrowed at the familiar figure preening in front of the camera.\n\n  \n\n“Good morning my dear hens! I am so very happy to welcome you here!\" The doctor clasped his hands and bowed flamboyantly.\n\n  \n\n“My name is\u0026nbsp;Doctor Bamon Kanta, and I am head of medical science in this fine facility.\"\n\n  \n\nThe bird's blue eyes were unsettling. The coldness in them did not match the jaunty persona he was displaying.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\n“By now all of you should know the basics but I need to explain what your lives will be like from now on.\"\n\n  \n\n“First,\u0026nbsp;all of you were impregnated on your first day. But do not worry. Our staff will give you the best of medical care while you do your part for society and birth new citizens for the Combine.\"\n\n  \n\n“Second, all of you have been dosed with medical nanites designed to keep you healthy. However they have another function. Should you feel the irrepressible urge to be violent to yourselves or others, your bodies will lock into place for an hour with only your heads able to move.\"\n\n  \n\nThe doctor's eyes twinkled with dark mischief. “So keep your tempers in check, otherwise you might find yourselves in some _compromising_ positions.\"\n\n  \n\n“Next,\u0026nbsp;our cafeteria will be ready by tomorrow morning. For today our staff will bring food and water to you, though you may also request to take future\u0026nbsp;meals in your cells\u0026nbsp;.\"\n\n  \n\n“Our facilities include a pool and gym for your use. Councilor Sevak has also generously provided video entertainment in the displays you are looking at now. Each display responds to your voice commands, but they are a privilege, and will be taken away if necessary.\"\n\n  \n\nDoctor Kanta paused for a moment, a clinking sound ringing from the intercom as he took a drink.\n\n  \n\n“Now for the important bits. Each of you have been given a monitor to track your pregnancies. You will be able to see the number of eggs you are carrying and how long until your next laying. Please take a look.\"\n\n  \n\nCrotak glanced down at the monitor locked around his wrist. The number 2 filled the wide rectangular face. Once he looked at it lines of text scrolled down.\n\n  \n\n**Prisoner 0001**\n\n  \n\nFirst name: Crotak Last name: N/A\n\n  \n\nGravidity: 2 eggs Next laying: 29 days\n\n  \n\n“Finally, you are all being monitored, but please let me or my assistants know if you feel anything off with your bodies. We will find ways to help you.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nDoctor Kanta beamed at him through the screen and Crotak wished he could strangle him. All of this was _off_!\n\n  \n\n“I will use this system for any future announcements, but for now I just want to welcome you again to your new home!\" The image flashed out as the display powered down.\n\n  \n\nCrotak grabbed the lamp off his bedside and stumbled as he tried to throw it at the blank display. It was bolted down.\n\n  \n\nRed tinted his vision. His hands moved to snap the flimsy metal before his body abruptly froze in place below his neck.\n\n  \n\nWhat!?\n\n  \n\nThe display flickered back on. When he turned his head he could make out an older Banto female holding some dry fibers.\n\n  \n\nAs she began discussing the merits of different weaving patterns Crotak gave in and screamed in frustration.\n\n  \n\n* * *\nDoctor Kanta lounged back in his chair after finishing the announcement. There was no one else in the room with him and for a moment he felt a pang of discomfort at the silence.  \n  \n\nHe knew going in that this job would likely be a lonely one, but the pay and entertainment were too enticing for him to resist. Forcibly impregnating unrepentant criminals for his own amusement? Sign him up!\n\n  \n\nHis favorite perk had to be the cameras pointed at each cell. He was going to have a lot of fun with those once the prisoners started showing. He rubbed himself absently at the thought.\n\n  \n\nBut the prize jewel would soon be his favorite dark furred pirate, who by the look of it had decided to test the anger management subroutine.\n\n  \n\n_ **Tsk. How to rub it in a bit more? Ah…yes, the creativity channel should be sufficient.** _\n\n  \n\nHe sniggered to himself as Crotak roared angrily.\n\n  \n\nA cursory glance at the other screens showed most of the other pirates in a daze, as if unable to comprehend what was going to happen to them now. Good. After all the horror they caused, it was more than fair.\n\n  \n\nThough most did not mean all of them….Bamon frowned.\n\n  \n\nPrisoner 0051. His hormones read as baseline, or at least his newly impregnated baseline. Yet he was frantically touching himself with no regard for his impending impregnation. Why would he risk it? Was he an idiot?\n\n  \n\nBamon snorted. If 51 wanted to produce more eggs then who was he to stop him?\n\n  \n\nHe watched eagerly as 51 drove himself closer and closer to the edge, then slowed down the\u0026nbsp;pace. Ah, had someone finally realized what the consequences would be?\n\n  \n\nWell they couldn't be letting that happen now could they? The doctor smirked to himself as pressed a few controls and gave their libido a little nudge.\n\n  \n\nAlmost immediately 51 started pawing at himself again, wings fluttering in arousal. His strokes sped up, desperation and desire clear on his face.\n\n  \n\nLess than a minute later 51 finally collapsed back on his cot, panting harshly. A quick check confirmed three more fertilized eggs were settling into the drake's belly.\n\n  \n\nExcellent.\n\n  \n\nBamon would need to keep an eye on that one. Still, the artificial wombs had a ceiling just in case. A smaller male like 51 could carry four or more dozen eggs before additional fertilized cells\u0026nbsp;were moved into stasis. Once he laid his eggs the fertilized ova would be reintroduced to his womb, continuing the cycle.\n\n  \n\nAnd the best part?\n\n  \n\nHe had tweaked the wombs so that they would release additional hormones for every egg carried. Every impregnation made the hens a little hornier, a little more desperate to fill themselves even further.\n\n  \n\n* * *\nAfter shouting multiple times to turn off or change the display Crotak felt incredible relief when he could move again. The display shut off soon after and all he could do was snarl in annoyance. That damn doctor was having fun at his expense, he just knew it.  \n  \n\nHe looked out at the hall again. All he could see was the display and a wall of polished stone. Were all the cells set up so that they couldn't see each other? He'd never heard of a slam that did that. Though he was grateful no one had seen his humiliation.\n\n  \n\nCrotak collapsed on the bed, his mind quickly drifting as he stared at the featureless wall. He missed his quarters back on Red morning. His trophy collection. His porn.\n\n  \n\nThose council bastards had probably torn his beloved ship apart by now. Or they were parading it around to celebrate their victory.\n\n  \n\nHe scowled and curled up on the bed. If only he had known, if only there was some way he could have avoided this.\n\n  \n\n* * *\n\nHours passed. His anger cooled, though it still simmered under the surface.\n\n  \n\nCrotak curled\u0026nbsp;up once more with a grunt, arms crossed with his legs locked under the bedframe.\n\n  \n\nCrotak was a drake of action. He despised sitting around doing nothing. It gave him too much time to think. But this cell had precious few distractions for him.\n\n  \n\nThere was no one to fuck, not that he'd want to now. No music players or electronics other than the display outside his bars. No puzzles, nothing to challenge him at all.\n\n  \n\nBy the ancestors! He'd be happy with a book and he hated to read!\n\n  \n\nBut the only other things in the room besides furniture, a mirror and a toilet were a few sex toys that he was trying very hard to ignore.\n\n  \n\nGrudgingly, he looked at the screen outside of his cell.\n\n  \n\n“Activate display.\"\n\n  \n\nBanto pottery lessons.\n\n  \n\n“Change channel.\"\n\n  \n\nBanto music.\n\n  \n\n“Change.\"\n\n  \n\nBanto food.\n\n  \n\nHe growled in annoyance but pressed on. There had to be something that wasn't about the damned Banto.\n\n  \n\n“Change.\"\n\n  \n\nA history on the industrial age of Vantage .\n\n  \n\nBetter, but still boring.\n\n  \n\n“Change.\"\n\n  \n\nMore basket weaving.\n\n  \n\n“CHANGE!\" He snarled.\n\n  \n\nHis eye ridge rose in disbelief before he lay back and relaxed, propping up a pillow to elevate his head.\n\n  \n\n“Porn it is.\"\n\n  \n\nOn screen, a chubby russet drake wearing only a leather collar timidly followed behind the taller white drake pulling on his leash.\n\n  \n\nCrotak's lip twitched in approval.\n\n  \n\nThe white drake\u0026nbsp;smirked at the camera as he pulled his prey deeper into the room. The camera panned to focus on a sturdy looking breeding bench.\n\n  \n\n_ **Okay, you have my attention now.** _ Crotak watched eagerly.\n\n  \n\nThe sub whined as he was forced on his knees, camera focusing on his bouncing belly for a moment before it returned to the dom.\n\n  \n\nCrotak frowned. _ **Not liking the belly stuff much.** _\n\n  \n\nThe screen split into views. One\u0026nbsp;from behind the sub\u0026nbsp;and the other a profile shot of the both of them.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe white drake quickly strapped his protesting sub into the restraints, spreading his legs apart so the camera had a good view at the massive toy spreading his hole.\n\n  \n\n_ **Better.\u0026nbsp;** _Crotak palmed himself at the sight of it.\n\n  \n\nThe russet drake whimpered\u0026nbsp;loudly as his partner slowly pulled the glistening toy out of him. The white drake\u0026nbsp;bent over and whispered something in his ear, the sub nodding desperately.\n\n  \n\nWith another smirk the top spread lube over himself and started jerking off, his cock hardening with admirable speed.\n\n  \n\nThere was no foreplay. Once ready the white drake shoved himself into the waiting hole without any warning. The surprised yelp from the sub made Crotak's cock twitch with interest. But the dom\u0026nbsp;was done waiting.\n\n  \n\nOnce inside he set a punishing pace, each stroke straining the straps holding his sub in place.\u0026nbsp;But the sub didn't seem to mind at all.\u0026nbsp;His eyes were glazed as he eagerly met each thrust with desperate mewls. Crotak averted his eyes from the belly bouncing with each thrust. Pre dribbled from the brown drake's\u0026nbsp;front as his body was used like a fleshlight.\n\n  \n\nCtotak groaned as his strokes sped up to match the couple on screen.\n\n  \n\nIt had been too long since he had a hole to fuck.There was no way he would go after one of his boys, even if they wanted it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nEspecially if they wanted it, too risky.\n\n  \n\nHe could see the white drake was close. His breaths were labored, his thrusts growing faster and more desperate.\n\n  \n\nThe sub's groans and mewls grew louder before they finally arched their back and keened, falling limp.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe sound went straight to Crotak's cock and he shuddered. Touching himself like this had never felt this good before!\u0026nbsp;A small part of him felt like he was missing something important but he dismissed it, caught up in the spiraling pleasure.\n\n  \n\nOn screen the Dom shuddered and growled possessively as he released deep\u0026nbsp;inside . White\u0026nbsp;hands\u0026nbsp;moved down to cradle\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;tightly rounded brown\u0026nbsp;belly, the camera zooming in as off white seed\u0026nbsp;seeped out from where they were joined.\n\n  \n\nCrotak felt like he'd been hit over the head as he realized it.\n\n  \n\nThat little slut didn't have a potbelly... they were pregnant!\n\n  \n\nHis eyes widened and with self control Crotak\u0026nbsp;didn't know he had, he let go of himself.\u0026nbsp;His hands shook as they\u0026nbsp;gripped the bed frame tightly, the angry rod between his legs demanding he finish the job.\n\n  \n\nCrotak felt his heart pounding harshly. He had been seconds away from impregnating himself.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe kept his hands firmly on the sides of the bed until he started to shrink. That had been way too close.\n\nThat sneaky little bastard of a doctor!\n\nA glance at the display revealed it had changed to a\u0026nbsp;new porno and he grimaced. Maybe history would be a bit safer to watch?\n\n  \n\n* * *\n\nGraneth paced back and forth in the\u0026nbsp;small cell; tail lashing as his thoughts spiraled angrily.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe'd woken up yesterday to a glorified blowjob toy sucking on his cock. He enjoyed it at first, but then he\u0026nbsp;came;\u0026nbsp;a warm feeling settling inside of him. The robot intoned 'impregnation successful' and retracted the milker from his cell before speeding away.\n\n  \n\nHe'd been confused at first, head still murky from the drugs that had been keeping him unconscious\u0026nbsp;for the. But then he'd remembered the trial he had been forced to\u0026nbsp;watch\u0026nbsp;en route to this place.\n\n  \n\nHe and every surviving member of the crew were trapped here for the rest of their lives.\n\n  \n\nCrotak hadn't helped at all with his attitude during the sentencing. If anything he just antagonized the Council further with his irreverent behavior.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf there had been any hope of them receiving a different\u0026nbsp;sentence, his Warmaster had squandered it with relish. The fool.\n\nGraneth rumbled angrily. This whole situation was fucked up. Three eggs were growing in his belly. Eggs that he had fucked into himself when that robot jerked him off. The monitor on his wrist mocked him with the number every time his eyes landed on it.\n\n  \n\nSure he had thought about raising whelps at some point but not as the mother!\n\n  \n\nHe could almost see himself looking like one of those aug breeders. His belly so bloated with eggs it spanned two feet in front of him, his legs bowed as they tried to support him.\u0026nbsp;Graneth snarled, feeling sick at the thought of it.\n\n  \n\nThis was all Crotak's fault! He had known that something about their target tasted off, but the one time their crew needed Crotak to listen, Graneth was instead accused of trying to challenge the Warmaster!\u0026nbsp;He'd never even been interested in that!\n\nDecades of working under Crotak, trying to prove he was capable, that he was trustworthy; and the paranoid bastard threatened him in front of the whole damn crew!\n\n  \n\nCrotak was only Warmaster because no one could challenge him physically and he was too cunning to ever be put in a situation where he would be vulnerable to the crew.\u0026nbsp;But he wasn't that smart, not by a long shot!\n\n  \n\nGraneth was the reason they had been so successful! He would spend days on analysis before every raid, mapping patrols, selecting targets, but for Crotak none of that work mattered.For him it was all about the fight, the ability to kill everyone and get away with the spoils.\n\nAnd now look where that got them; imprisoned on the ass end of the galaxy where no one would ever think to look for them, laying eggs for the rest of their lives as part of some sick fuck's idea of karma.\n\n  \n\nGraneth exhaled sharply. He had looked up to the captain for so long, worked so hard in hope that he would\u0026nbsp;be trusted as Crotak's second, maybe even as something _more_ than that one day.\n\n  \n\nBut now…he deflated, brooding on the edge of the bed.\u0026nbsp;Maybe in time he would find a way to escape, but for now he would have to watch and wait.","series":{"name":"Sentenced to Brood","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2243738-sentenced-to-brood-initiation.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2265411-sentenced-to-brood-settling-in.json"}}