The nurse and her assistant traveled down the steps into the facilities sub basement, being this far underground it was as cold as always. She would normally have brought warmer clothes especially when she expected to be down here as long as she was about to, but she always found this particular errand to generate a kind of heat within her. Besides, comfort wasn’t a concern in this part of the facility, something her assistant would soon learn, only simple utility.
The pair moved down the hallway passing it’s many heavy doors leading to overpacked storage closets and broken machinery until they reached one almost at the very end. Unmarked as the rest of the doors it blended right in despite it’s unique contents. As the nurse unlocked the door the pair stepped inside to the deceptively large room, it was padded just like the the ones upstairs for their standard patients, but it was dimly lit and had its far side wall lined with an array of custom medical equipment and supplies.
But none of that is what the assistant first took notice of. As she followed her mentor into the room the first thing she saw was the large, belt strapped, dome on top the examination table turned bed in the center of the room. At first she thought it was some large pile of clothes or a beachball until she walked into the room and got a better look. Adjusting to the dim lighting the young assistant was shocked to see it was the patient the duo came down to check on, more specifically her belly.
The assistant had never seen a woman so impossibly pregnant, nor realized one could even *get* as pregnant and swollen as the one in front of her. The patient was restrained, laying on her back with her ankles secured together and her legs legs bound with a series of tight belts on her shins and thighs. She was wearing some sort of pelvic harness with a strap over her groin and pulled tight enough to squeeze between her as and cunt lips. A straight jack had been custom made for her girth and yet still seem strained by the burgeoning belly it encased.
The nurse walked to the patients head which was blind folded and gagged and beckoned her assistant to come closer.
“This...” she said roughly slapping the patients swollen belly, which elicited a series shocked moans and tight squirming “is the cash cow you will be taking care of from now on. Don’t worry about it’s name, it doesn’t need one, it just needs some basic maintenance to keep it producing”
“Producing..?” the assistant asked
“Babies haha, what did you think she was this big for?” rubbing the belly as she spoke “But yes, she has been a sort of surrogate or baby factory for a long time now, I’ve already lost count of the pregnancies she’s gone through. But the director has made a number of connections over the years to black market dealers who set up rich couples who want newborns with no questions asked. It’s actually rather lucrative”
The assistant was most surprised to hear that this wasn’t even her first pregnancy, she looked shockingly young to have been pregnant multiple times already. In fact aside form her massive stomach she didn’t even look like she had ever been pregnant; her body was surprisingly lithe but fit. Her skin was tight and smooth and aside from her stretch mark covered belly her skin was clear of blemishes. And that still was nothing compared to the shock of her current size.
“So why is she...how come her belly is so big? Is it multiples?” She asked
“Oh yes, right after birth women are surprisingly fertile, so after every delivery we load her up with fertility drugs and hormone treatments to ensure she has multiples as a way of maximizing profit. I believe right now she is seven months with five growing inside her.”
“Oh my god, that’s insane” the assistant could not ignore how incredibly hot this whole scenario was making her feel. She had secretly always had a pregnancy fetish, and a not so secret sadism streak. So this entire new gig was starting to look more appealing by the second.
“That’s pretty normal actually, Last time she had six, big ones too, a few of them at least ten pounds. You should have been there for the delivery, you don’t realize how loud a woman can get until she has to push half a dozen bowling balls out of her.”
“So what do I get to do to her- I mean, what are my responsibilities” The assistant asked a little over enthusiastically. Her superior laughed a little at the slip up but continued with the explanation.
“Not much to do on the technical side, just checking her equipment, feeding her and cleaning her off. But when you do wash her remember her straight jacket MUST stay on. You can loosen the straps to slide your hand under it and rub her down with the sponge just remember to tighten it down after. It’s not difficult really, but it can be physically tiring when you have to move this thing around too much, especially in the last trimester.”
The thought of sliding her hand up the jacket of the gravid patient in front of her almost made the assistant lose her composure. She couldn’t wait to slip her soapy hand underneath and rub every inch of the sphere until it was soaked. She had a feeling this patient would be one of the cleanest in the entire facility.
The nurse continued “don’t worry about the really technical equipment, that’s above both our skill levels. See, the doctors want to make sure they can maximize profits as much as possible which not only means more babies, but it means more healthy babies. That’s why all the hi-tech stuff is down here” She said gesturing to the far wall.
“See, normally multiples pregnancy are born prematurely and often at a lower weight than their gestational age should be. So they managed to find a way around it by supplying the babies in there with extra nutrients through injections that lead straight to the placentas and don’t get wasted on the breeder. This also lets them supply the babies with growth hormones and drugs that aid there growth without having to waste any calories on the breeder, in fact we could nearly starve her and still the babies would grow.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that though, how lithe and healthy -all be it still suffering- she looks? Well that’s because she’s got her own diet going on, she’s pumped with drugs and hormones that keep her from wasting away or going into labor until we want her too. Usually, as long as the babies are healthy we won’t let that happen until forty four weeks. So as long as everything goes as planned this one still has four more months of growing!
Meanwhile their patient who they discussed so casually was beginning to stir. Being in total isolation for as long as her had forced her mind inward and made her lose track of time. It got to the point that she often had trouble telling the difference between her waking state and her dream one. But right now, with so much discussion going on, she was starting to come to.
The first thing she felt was the tightness, her whole body felt compressed and heated. she could feel the straightjacket that encased her arms but left her breasts exposed had seemingly shrunk since they put it on. Her belly must have already begun to outgrow it. Perhaps that’s what the straps across her stomach were for, to slow her expansion, not that it did any good. She remembers that people come in sometimes and change her bindings, but always top her off with fresh straps that are pulled tight across her stomach, the only effect she was aware of however was forcing her womb up into her lungs making simple breathing an exercise.
As she came even more to her senses she started to feel around her gag with her tongue, looking for the feeding tube which had become one of the only things she was capable of interacting with, even if that was just mindless stroking with her tongue it still felt calming, a necessary distraction.
The distant voices she was listening to were becoming more clear. It was two voices, two women and they were talking about something. Whatever it was they discussed it sounded like there was eagerness in their words. She may have lost a lot of her ability to understand words, but she was much better at hearing tone - one of the side affects of being blinded all the time, and whatever else they did to her brain.
She felt a sudden slap across her stomach, jolting her senses to eleven. The sudden shock forced her to cry out through her gag and pull at her restraints with all her strength (although that barely resulted in more than a bunch of squirming). Suddenly as a result of the slap she could feel a flurry of movement within in womb. Dozens of limbs pushing and kicking in protest of the sudden shock. They were strong, stronger than they should be at this stage. Her sluggish brain told her that that meant they’d be too big coming out as well. She began to sob.
All the activity in her womb must have triggered something, as she felt the build up of a tightness across her belly.
Oh God not again!!
A sudden contraction squeezed her stomach and sent her into an intense spasm of pain. Normally contractions would start until the end of a pregnancy, and even then they would be small and random. But a side effect of having so many in one womb, along with the combination of drug and hormones in her diet meant Contractions like this were present almost immediately. She arched her back and moaned into her gag, although her protests were too silenced by her gag to be heard by present company. However the sudden lurch and heavy of her belly must have been noticed, as one of her “guests” began to rub her stomach while they continued speaking.
The rubbing was beginning to trigger another feeling within her. Gentle touch being so rare for her even this light caress started to take effect. Heat was building up in between her legs and she began unconsciously trying to thrust her hips. Her swollen and painful breasts grew hot as well, milk-stiff nipples hardening in the cold and her tongue began spasming on her gag. She needed something in her mouth.
“Uh oh, look at that” the nurse said. Her assistant was confused to what she meant until she looked closely at the pregnant mare on the table. Restrained as she was, she was unmistakably writhing her hips and the smell of slick was filling the air. Her breasts, which stuck out through holes in her encasement looked more swollen than ever and were beginning to leak!
“What’s happening to her?” she asked. The nurse sighed, but continued rubbing her belly as she explained.
“I forgot to mention, I guess one of the doctors decided to do a little work on her when she arrived. They gave her some kind of brain surgery like a lobotomy, but different and more precise. Ever heard of something called Klüver–Bucy syndrome? Its a condition that results from stimulation in the temporal lobe in the brain, the effect is overall docility, oral fixations - like needing to put things in their mouth and play with them, difficulty recognizing things and as you can see” she said as she reached for the patients cunt and plunged two fingers in “hypersexuality!’
She laughed at that last act on the patient, who howled in painful, orgasmic bliss at the sudden intrusion of the nurses fingers.
The assistant couldn’t believe her luck, she was going to be alone with this docile, horny, gravid beauty with a need to suck and lick anything in her mouth and she would be getting paid to do it. She already couldn’t wait to begin, but decided to play it casually as the nurse continued her instructions. She nodded along and asked questions at the right time. The nurse eventually wrapped up her explanations and prepared to leave the new girl to her duties.
But as she was walking out, she came up behind her assistant pressed her lips to the girls ears and whispered in a sultry tone
“Have fun, don’t hurt her too badly” she nipped the girls ear and walked out leaving the two alone, thinking to herself because if you do, we’ll be adding another breeder down here.
The nurses words rang through the girls head as she stood on shaky knees. She was finally alone with her patient and could begin the care routine...but first time for some fun. She walked to the head of the pregnant whore who was still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss and slowly removed her blindfold. It took her vision a moment to adjust but when it did, she locked eyes with the young girls standing over her. The assistant cupped her new toys’ face with her left hand and said in a calm reassuring voice
“Hey there, I’m your new caretaker” she said as she pulled back her right arm and suddenly punched the girls preggo belly with a closes fist forcing out one of the most agonizing screams she’d ever heard.
“and we’re going to have so much fun.”
The pair moved down the hallway passing it’s many heavy doors leading to overpacked storage closets and broken machinery until they reached one almost at the very end. Unmarked as the rest of the doors it blended right in despite it’s unique contents. As the nurse unlocked the door the pair stepped inside to the deceptively large room, it was padded just like the the ones upstairs for their standard patients, but it was dimly lit and had its far side wall lined with an array of custom medical equipment and supplies.
But none of that is what the assistant first took notice of. As she followed her mentor into the room the first thing she saw was the large, belt strapped, dome on top the examination table turned bed in the center of the room. At first she thought it was some large pile of clothes or a beachball until she walked into the room and got a better look. Adjusting to the dim lighting the young assistant was shocked to see it was the patient the duo came down to check on, more specifically her belly.
The assistant had never seen a woman so impossibly pregnant, nor realized one could even *get* as pregnant and swollen as the one in front of her. The patient was restrained, laying on her back with her ankles secured together and her legs legs bound with a series of tight belts on her shins and thighs. She was wearing some sort of pelvic harness with a strap over her groin and pulled tight enough to squeeze between her as and cunt lips. A straight jack had been custom made for her girth and yet still seem strained by the burgeoning belly it encased.
The nurse walked to the patients head which was blind folded and gagged and beckoned her assistant to come closer.
“This...” she said roughly slapping the patients swollen belly, which elicited a series shocked moans and tight squirming “is the cash cow you will be taking care of from now on. Don’t worry about it’s name, it doesn’t need one, it just needs some basic maintenance to keep it producing”
“Producing..?” the assistant asked
“Babies haha, what did you think she was this big for?” rubbing the belly as she spoke “But yes, she has been a sort of surrogate or baby factory for a long time now, I’ve already lost count of the pregnancies she’s gone through. But the director has made a number of connections over the years to black market dealers who set up rich couples who want newborns with no questions asked. It’s actually rather lucrative”
The assistant was most surprised to hear that this wasn’t even her first pregnancy, she looked shockingly young to have been pregnant multiple times already. In fact aside form her massive stomach she didn’t even look like she had ever been pregnant; her body was surprisingly lithe but fit. Her skin was tight and smooth and aside from her stretch mark covered belly her skin was clear of blemishes. And that still was nothing compared to the shock of her current size.
“So why is she...how come her belly is so big? Is it multiples?” She asked
“Oh yes, right after birth women are surprisingly fertile, so after every delivery we load her up with fertility drugs and hormone treatments to ensure she has multiples as a way of maximizing profit. I believe right now she is seven months with five growing inside her.”
“Oh my god, that’s insane” the assistant could not ignore how incredibly hot this whole scenario was making her feel. She had secretly always had a pregnancy fetish, and a not so secret sadism streak. So this entire new gig was starting to look more appealing by the second.
“That’s pretty normal actually, Last time she had six, big ones too, a few of them at least ten pounds. You should have been there for the delivery, you don’t realize how loud a woman can get until she has to push half a dozen bowling balls out of her.”
“So what do I get to do to her- I mean, what are my responsibilities” The assistant asked a little over enthusiastically. Her superior laughed a little at the slip up but continued with the explanation.
“Not much to do on the technical side, just checking her equipment, feeding her and cleaning her off. But when you do wash her remember her straight jacket MUST stay on. You can loosen the straps to slide your hand under it and rub her down with the sponge just remember to tighten it down after. It’s not difficult really, but it can be physically tiring when you have to move this thing around too much, especially in the last trimester.”
The thought of sliding her hand up the jacket of the gravid patient in front of her almost made the assistant lose her composure. She couldn’t wait to slip her soapy hand underneath and rub every inch of the sphere until it was soaked. She had a feeling this patient would be one of the cleanest in the entire facility.
The nurse continued “don’t worry about the really technical equipment, that’s above both our skill levels. See, the doctors want to make sure they can maximize profits as much as possible which not only means more babies, but it means more healthy babies. That’s why all the hi-tech stuff is down here” She said gesturing to the far wall.
“See, normally multiples pregnancy are born prematurely and often at a lower weight than their gestational age should be. So they managed to find a way around it by supplying the babies in there with extra nutrients through injections that lead straight to the placentas and don’t get wasted on the breeder. This also lets them supply the babies with growth hormones and drugs that aid there growth without having to waste any calories on the breeder, in fact we could nearly starve her and still the babies would grow.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that though, how lithe and healthy -all be it still suffering- she looks? Well that’s because she’s got her own diet going on, she’s pumped with drugs and hormones that keep her from wasting away or going into labor until we want her too. Usually, as long as the babies are healthy we won’t let that happen until forty four weeks. So as long as everything goes as planned this one still has four more months of growing!
Meanwhile their patient who they discussed so casually was beginning to stir. Being in total isolation for as long as her had forced her mind inward and made her lose track of time. It got to the point that she often had trouble telling the difference between her waking state and her dream one. But right now, with so much discussion going on, she was starting to come to.
The first thing she felt was the tightness, her whole body felt compressed and heated. she could feel the straightjacket that encased her arms but left her breasts exposed had seemingly shrunk since they put it on. Her belly must have already begun to outgrow it. Perhaps that’s what the straps across her stomach were for, to slow her expansion, not that it did any good. She remembers that people come in sometimes and change her bindings, but always top her off with fresh straps that are pulled tight across her stomach, the only effect she was aware of however was forcing her womb up into her lungs making simple breathing an exercise.
As she came even more to her senses she started to feel around her gag with her tongue, looking for the feeding tube which had become one of the only things she was capable of interacting with, even if that was just mindless stroking with her tongue it still felt calming, a necessary distraction.
The distant voices she was listening to were becoming more clear. It was two voices, two women and they were talking about something. Whatever it was they discussed it sounded like there was eagerness in their words. She may have lost a lot of her ability to understand words, but she was much better at hearing tone - one of the side affects of being blinded all the time, and whatever else they did to her brain.
She felt a sudden slap across her stomach, jolting her senses to eleven. The sudden shock forced her to cry out through her gag and pull at her restraints with all her strength (although that barely resulted in more than a bunch of squirming). Suddenly as a result of the slap she could feel a flurry of movement within in womb. Dozens of limbs pushing and kicking in protest of the sudden shock. They were strong, stronger than they should be at this stage. Her sluggish brain told her that that meant they’d be too big coming out as well. She began to sob.
All the activity in her womb must have triggered something, as she felt the build up of a tightness across her belly.
Oh God not again!!
A sudden contraction squeezed her stomach and sent her into an intense spasm of pain. Normally contractions would start until the end of a pregnancy, and even then they would be small and random. But a side effect of having so many in one womb, along with the combination of drug and hormones in her diet meant Contractions like this were present almost immediately. She arched her back and moaned into her gag, although her protests were too silenced by her gag to be heard by present company. However the sudden lurch and heavy of her belly must have been noticed, as one of her “guests” began to rub her stomach while they continued speaking.
The rubbing was beginning to trigger another feeling within her. Gentle touch being so rare for her even this light caress started to take effect. Heat was building up in between her legs and she began unconsciously trying to thrust her hips. Her swollen and painful breasts grew hot as well, milk-stiff nipples hardening in the cold and her tongue began spasming on her gag. She needed something in her mouth.
“Uh oh, look at that” the nurse said. Her assistant was confused to what she meant until she looked closely at the pregnant mare on the table. Restrained as she was, she was unmistakably writhing her hips and the smell of slick was filling the air. Her breasts, which stuck out through holes in her encasement looked more swollen than ever and were beginning to leak!
“What’s happening to her?” she asked. The nurse sighed, but continued rubbing her belly as she explained.
“I forgot to mention, I guess one of the doctors decided to do a little work on her when she arrived. They gave her some kind of brain surgery like a lobotomy, but different and more precise. Ever heard of something called Klüver–Bucy syndrome? Its a condition that results from stimulation in the temporal lobe in the brain, the effect is overall docility, oral fixations - like needing to put things in their mouth and play with them, difficulty recognizing things and as you can see” she said as she reached for the patients cunt and plunged two fingers in “hypersexuality!’
She laughed at that last act on the patient, who howled in painful, orgasmic bliss at the sudden intrusion of the nurses fingers.
The assistant couldn’t believe her luck, she was going to be alone with this docile, horny, gravid beauty with a need to suck and lick anything in her mouth and she would be getting paid to do it. She already couldn’t wait to begin, but decided to play it casually as the nurse continued her instructions. She nodded along and asked questions at the right time. The nurse eventually wrapped up her explanations and prepared to leave the new girl to her duties.
But as she was walking out, she came up behind her assistant pressed her lips to the girls ears and whispered in a sultry tone
“Have fun, don’t hurt her too badly” she nipped the girls ear and walked out leaving the two alone, thinking to herself because if you do, we’ll be adding another breeder down here.
The nurses words rang through the girls head as she stood on shaky knees. She was finally alone with her patient and could begin the care routine...but first time for some fun. She walked to the head of the pregnant whore who was still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss and slowly removed her blindfold. It took her vision a moment to adjust but when it did, she locked eyes with the young girls standing over her. The assistant cupped her new toys’ face with her left hand and said in a calm reassuring voice
“Hey there, I’m your new caretaker” she said as she pulled back her right arm and suddenly punched the girls preggo belly with a closes fist forcing out one of the most agonizing screams she’d ever heard.
“and we’re going to have so much fun.”
