Chapter 1: Conversion
#1 of Repopulation
Reuploaded to be part of a series. Damn, this site is finicky about chapters!
Warning, contains rape, mpreg, oviposition, gender shifting, captivity and birth (in later chapters). Standard disclaimers apply.
I watched the line-up through the misted glass as the new arrivals were herded toward the cell blocks. Most were struggling violently, some were screaming and demanding to know what was going on. Others still, simply stood in muted silence, heads bowed.
My eye was caught by a pair of Flamedramon males huddled together. One was clearly older than the other, about 17 and 13 respectively. Brothers perhaps? It seemed likely.
The strong, healthy ones and those old enough for breeding were being separated out from the rest. The two Flamedramon were separated by force. The elder one started kicking and thrashing, screaming out,
"Joseph! Joseph!"
It was clear they were close, so perhaps my initial assumption that they were brothers was correct.
Of the suitable candidates, the males and females were separated and ushered toward the conversion chambers. The rest were split into male and female groups and then moved towards the cells.
"Are you going to watch?"
From behind me, Darius the Cyberdramon was also watching the scene. Unlike me, however, he was probably becoming aroused by the display. He had a cruel, sadistic streak a mile long.
I nodded numbly. Try as I may to stop myself, I was intensely curious about the latest conversion process: The ability to form fully functioning breasts. It would allow the new mothers to feed their babies natural, healthy breast milk and contribute to strong, healthy offspring. Currently, all the new males would be converted first before the existing ones.
I knew I would feel terrible for watching for a long time.
First, the males were restrained, which was always traumatic. They kicked, screamed bit and thrashed. Most were still desperately trying to use their now non-existent powers in a bid to escape. They had the Wave to thank for that.
I watched Joseph's brother struggle savagely as he was forced onto the restraining table and his wrists bound in the restrains, followed by his ankles, neck and waist. Our resident doctor was standing by the table with an injection gun in hand. Once the guards had stepped back, he injected the sedative into the Flamedramon.
It took a few moments to take effect. Once he was sufficiently sluggish, the guards left and the other doctors entered.
I have to admit, I was quite excited. It was the first time I had watched the conversion process since before they started using the new alteration devices. They were capable of forming new internal organs within the subject almost completely painlessly and with only mild discomfort. I had stopped watching this process after the first few when the agonized screams of males having wombs formed inside their bellies became too much for me.
They started fitting the devices to the table; the ones responsible for forming the uterus were strapped to his belly and a smaller device fitted between his anus and his penis slit.
He moaned softly, pleading for them to release him. The doctors went about their business, cool and calm, speaking in low tones and completing the setup quickly and efficiently.
Finally, came the time for them to use the new breast implanting techniques. It required an injection of a substance they still hadn't fully explained to me directly under the skin, just beneath the nipple. It would begin forming a small lump of fat and milk-gland tissue which would then be coaxed into growing and swelling into full, healthy breasts with the proper devices, similar to the ones which would form his womb.
One of the doctors walked over with a large needle which contained the compound. An assistant gently dabbed his right nipple with a topical anesthetic. They then gently guided the needle sideways penetrating the skin and sliding it gently so the tip was directly beneath the nipple.
The youngster cried out and they injected the substance. It was then done again to his left nipple and they began fitting the devices.
Darius pointed it out to me, but I could already see. As the devices which would form his breasts were fitted to his body, I noticed his nipples swell out, bulging ever so slightly. A pair of conical devices were fitted to the restraint, just above his chest, one above each nipple.
They then withdrew behind a screen and activated the machine. It began to hum and the Flamedramon began crying out, demanding to know what was happening.
Green beams of light came from the devices, shining their transformative power into his body. Already, we could see his chest start to swell, the nib-like nipples fattening into teats suitable for feeding a child. The smooth, blue skin ballooned out, pushing out under the nipples and toward the devices. He was screaming, body stretched taut as the changes took him.
On the screen at the other end of the room, we saw a 3D representation of his abdomen. Inside, we could see his uterus begin to form. A small tunnel was working it's way up from his developing vagina into his belly, where a small bubble of flesh was forming. The tunnel spread open - eliciting a terrified scream from him - and began sculpting itself into the vaginal walls and the cervix.
The bubble of flesh blossomed out, eliciting another cry, as it took on the rough shape of the uterus. Two growths grew from the sides into the fallopian tubes, with small bubbles at the tips of each, his ovaries.
In the meantime, his breasts were already nice and big, maintaining a healthy shape and slightly sagging to either side of his chest. He was rapidly developing D-cup breasts.
"Wow," Darius commented, obviously impressed, "Look at those pert titties! They're geniuses, I tell you."
His breast growth was slowing down, signaling he was near the end of his conversion. His womb was now fully-defined and seemed merely to be growing slightly and assuming its final shape.
The machines abruptly cut off and the Flamedramon sagged, breathing heavily. The doctors scurried over and began performing routine examinations to ensure his changes were all acceptable and healthy.
"Damn," Darius muttered, "I'd love to plough that guy. Man, I'm gettin' hard just thinking of how those titties will feel."
I hated myself for thinking it, but he did have a point. I too found his new breasts very pleasing to look at. Smooth, round and bulbous with pronounced nipples and firm, tight form.
I found I could no longer watch. They still had to make some structural alterations to his skeleton - widening his hips and altering his pelvis to make sure he could safely give birth. They would also trim off some muscle mass. He wouldn't be needing his powerful physique anymore.
It made me depressed, what the youngster was going through. But there was nothing to be done. This was a necessary evil.
I turned away and walked toward the living quarters.
On my way, I had to pass through some of the medical labs and in one of them, a young Growlmon was clutching.
I recognized him. He was Yuan. He had been converted nearly a year ago. Since then, I had been given the pleasure of mating with him, leading to his first pregnancy. It was hard, gaining his trust. But I persevered and had patience; I allowed him to come to me, not pester him for sex. And I was rewarded with a tender, loving and very satisfying mating.
When I came into his slick tunnel that night, what seemed like years ago, I knew my hot seed would fertilize his eggs. I had a very sensitive nose and I could tell when most species were fertile. I remember just coming down from my afterglow, opening my eyes and listening to our heavy breathing. He looked back at me over his shoulder. It was a tense moment: first timers often reacted badly after their first conception, even if they enjoyed the mating very much.
But he smiled a warm, loving smile and I felt my heart melt. I turned him over and lay on top of him, smothering him with my deep kisses, delighted as his hands wandered up and down my sweat-covered back. I enjoyed the time I spent with him immensely, watching his belly swell with my eggs. I still remember the feeling of pride, and of awe as I watched his pussylips part, revealing the white shell of the first of five eggs that I had planted in his fertile tummy.
This was his second clutch, fathered by Sedary. Sedary, an Exveemon, was a decent, kind soul. I was sure that this clutch had been conceived in a loving act of passion, not a violent rape as was wont to happen with some of the others.
Sure enough, no sooner had I recalled him than Sedary himself dashed into the room, quickly reaching Yuan's bedside. He gripped Yuan's hand, using his other to stroke his hair as he grunted and cried with the pain of labor.
Minutes passed and Yuan seemed to stop every now and again, his pain subsiding. During these moments, he would breath heavily, trying to regain his breath. Sedary gently nuzzled him and whispered soft words of encouragement. Then, Yuan would cry out and grit his teeth as fresh birth pangs hit him.
I knew from experiencing his first birth that once the first egg was out, the rest would come a hell of a lot easier.
Yuan was crying from the effort, tears streaming down his face. Sedary held him, encouraging him. The egg pushed out, the widest part of the egg just at his pussylips. Then, it slurped free, falling onto the soft surface between his legs. Sedary looked overjoyed, quickly scooping up the egg and showing it to Yuan. The youngster smiled a pained but proud smile before gritting his teeth for the next egg.
I was sincerely overjoyed Yuan had mated with a lover like Sedary. The last thing I would want is for a sensitive soul like him to encounter Darius or Rho.
Rho was a BlackwarGreymon. Like Darius, he took pleasure in tormenting the mothers-to-be, often using bondage during sex and relishing their reluctance to conceive as an opportunity to gloat and torment them. There was nothing more frightening to a newcomer than watching their belly swell with new life and not have anyone to guide and console them.
Still, I was simply a breeder. I had no influence over the pairings. I simply prayed I got to a first-timer, so I could let them experience a warm and loving conception and birth before being exposed to the horrors of the some of the others.
I vaguely wondered who I would be assigned to next. But for now, my spirits momentarily raised by the lovers I had just seen, I decided to head back to my quarters for rest.
Days passed without a word from the powers that be about my next mate. I was getting anxious. I turned and looked at the clock by my bedside. 2:00am.
I found myself getting aroused as I remembered that young Flamedramon and his new breasts. I hoped my next mate would be him. His smooth, soft skin, the gentle curves of his lithe body... I pictured him on all fours, elbows bent, looking back at me over his shoulder with those gorgeous, expressive eyes, hips swaying provocatively, tail raised high in invitation of his exposed pussy.
My hand traveled down my naked body until it reached between my legs. I reached past my genital slit, sliding up and down it momentarily until my cock was coaxed out, then I continued past until I reached a second slit, with mounded lips.
Yes, I was a conversion subject as well. I was weak and injured when they brought me in. They originally had me down to be impregnated by Terrul, a Growlmon, but when they realized I could pass my superior Wargreymon genes many times over by making me a breeder, they offered me the job. Of course, I accepted.
But they didn't remove the womb they had given me. I had no doubts whatsoever that I would one day find myself on the receiving end of a powerful cock, shooting thick, warm seed into my belly. No doubt it would happen when things got slow and the newcomers were all pregnant. I was both terrified and mesmerized by the idea of having a tiny baby growing inside of me. I was strong enough to ensure that whoever was assigned to mate me didn't have a hope in hell of binding me or raping me, not without losing a limb or two. That calmed me somewhat.
Of course, I would also now be required to get breasts at some point. It had scared me at first, but after seeing the process on the young Flamedramon, I wasn't quite so afraid anymore. His breasts were beautiful. I was starting to fantasize about breasts, my other hand moving up to my nipple and squeezing it, imagining an infant suckling from my milk-laden tit.
My other hand started probing my slit, stroking my sensitive walls, imagining a hot cock gently slipping between my pussylips. My cock stood tall and hard as my arousal grew, my hand moving from my nipple down to my cock, stroking myself. I continued probing my pussy, sticking in two fingers and continuing to stroke my cock rhythmically, my heart beating faster and faster, my breathing becoming ragged.
In my mind, I had been behind the Flamedramon, my cock pounding his wet cunt, the slap of flesh on flesh in my ears along with his passionate moans as he eagerly accepted me, legs flung wide and his belly fertile and receptive, willingly allowing me to plant my offspring in his belly. Now, I was on my back, legs spread wide and welcoming as the same Flamedramon held my knees and thrust deep into my aching cunt, my belly yearning for the feel of a baby moving inside. My breasts bounced on my chest in time to his thrusts and I felt his hot seed hit my cervix, guaranteeing my pregnancy.
It was the thought of conceiving the Flamedramon's child that sent me over the edge and I came on my chest, gasping and panting. I savored my afterglow, breathing heavily.
I sighed and gently wiped the seed from my chest with a towel I kept by the bed for just this sort of thing. I turned over and drifted off to a restless sleep, still anxious about who it was I was going to mate.
And who would eventually mate with me.