>How about this?
>The colony ship to some paradise like planet suffers a malfunction. Of the hundreds of colonists, only two survive. They must get their numbers up quickly to make the colony a success after all.
>Could involve: Sci-Fi-babble that causes faster pregnancies, increased likelihood of multiples etc.
I sipped a cup of stimulant the automated nourishment system had offered me after emerging from my simulated 'tomb'. The paper cup had more flavor than the liquid inside, but it did its job. The drowsiness that came with artificial hibernation wore off and by the time I reached the control station I had lost the urge to even yawn.
The first thing I noticed was Samantha had already woken up and was waiting for me. Her previously short strawberry blonde hair had lengthened into long messy curls while we slept.
"Lieutenant," she offered me in greeting. I gave her a quick salute; returned.
"What's the word, Sam?" Despite being awake, I hadn't yet succeeded in wiping the sleep away from my eyes. I idly rubbed at the sides, excavating the last debris.
Sam gave a bit of a hesitation, her head turning away.
"We have a situation, Lieutenant," she said. The tone of her voice was nervous and suggested it was more than some loose gasket somewhere.
I sipped the last of the beverage and startled crumpling the paper. I'd drop it off to some trash collection droid later.
"What happened? Did we go off course again?"
It was typical of colony ships when the entire crew was in hibernation. A mistake in trajectory from some natural phenonmenon, and it'd be another ten or twenty years added to the trip time. No big deal… usually.
A flagrant diversion though, that could add a century or more to the time until planet-fall. The ship would maintain itself, but the planet itself was another matter. Flora and fauna are constantly evolving, and destinations for colonies are decided in advance based on what is known of their present ecosystem. If a sudden expected food source dies because of natural selection, there's very little options for the colony ship heading forward. –Well, true evolution takes millions of years. But for an 'invasive species' of humans that needs specific perimeters to live in, any possibility of the target environment changing is alarming.
Therefore, the ship reaching the planet within a certain time-frame was desirable.
"Yes. There was an electronic malfunction and we've fallen six months off-course. I've corrected the error already."
I exhaled a bit, both in relief and amusement. Six months was nothing. I'd do a little patrol, have a combined sit-rep with the rest of the crew, and then back to hibernation.
"…And everyone else is dead."
I dropped my paper cup.
Sam gave me a nod, visibly holding back emotion.
"The malfunction spread through all other decks. We're the only ones left."
The next few minutes were spent panicking. She showed me the data. Some malfunction had turned off the life support for every other passenger. We confirmed their deaths by audio and visual recording, a review of the ship's logs, and… physical inspection.
"Okay. Okay, okay, okay…" I had a cup of mild sedative, which I sipped, eager to calm my nerves. "We are not going to panic. The rest of the ship is completely functional."
Sam stared at me with wet, nervous eyes.
Neither of us are military by training.
We're doctors and scientists given an honorary rank for the purpose of the mission.
The captain was trained military, as were a number of their staff. They are all dead.
However, I technically 'outrank' Sam. Therefore, I'm acting Captain. Therefore, I have final say in what we do.
I can turn the entire ship around if I want. Head back home, and report the mission a failure.
That's not what regulations say I should do.
"We are continuing on until we make contact with the planet."
Samantha trembles, her bottom lip extended in a worried pout, but she eventually nods.
We pull up the exact protocol on the computer.
'When some malfunction occurs that results in significant loss of life, but the colony ship is still operational, and there are fertile women still present on the ship, special plan Babylon Epsilon was to take effect.
The crew jokingly called it plan 'Baby Explosion'. It was exactly what it sounded like.
The remaining women were all to be impregnated and enter hibernation. The capsule would then be configured to a new state of preservation that would allow the advance of fetal development. The 'tomb' we so often called it would functionally be turned into a 'womb'. Like a literal bun in the oven, when the female was ready to deliver, the baby was to be placed in a designated capsule with a configuration to age rapidly. The automated 'nanny' systems would handle the rest, including education.
All women who accepted their role as colonists were expected to reproduce, either before the landing at a designated 'breeding time,' or immediately after. This was purely an emergency born from necessity.
…I outrank Sam. Furthermore, I have the medical training. It's within my power to order Samantha to 'serve'.
However… we reach another agreement.
Forty-nine babies, then we switch.
"Do you have the stuff ready?" I ask.
Samantha stands nearby with a tray of medical supplies.
"Y-Yes," she says, avoiding looking at me. It's to be expected. She's still clothed and I'm stripped naked with my legs bound and spread in the new 'breeding' capsule; my bare pussy on full display. I lean forward, my bare tits dangling from how much I have to do so.
"Go on, shoot me up, like I showed you." I've resigned myself to this. It's arguably the easier job from a certain point of view. That, and Sam will need to find out what caused the malfunction.
I watched her pick up the cotton swab and held out my arm, taking in the acidic smell of rubbing alcohol.
"What does this do, exactly?"
"It makes you ovulate." I watched her pick up the syringe. This was it… this was the moment I stopped being a doctor and started being a 'breeder'. I watched, and felt, her jab the needle in my arm and depress the plunger.
I leaned back and relaxed with a gentle sigh.
"See you when I'm full term, I guess." My body already felt hot, but that was probably a placebo. I reminded myself medicine didn't take effect that quick.
Sam stepped out of view and I heard her press a few buttons on the capsule I was in. I stared out at the other capsule with its lid wide open like a gaping maw. I heard the sound of fingernails on plastic and the responsive 'bleep' that registered a button had been pressed.
"Um… what sort of 'father' would you like from our DNA samples?" she asks.
The question just makes me roll my head.
"I dunno, what about another blonde? Then my first kid will be blonde, at least."
DNA samples were prepared just in case there weren't enough men aboard for plan Babylon Epsilon, or if a colonist simply couldn't find a desirable mate, or changed her mind. The problem was genetic diversity. It was necessary for the long-term survival of the colony. Long-term charts had been analyzed and planned to account for colonists mating with each other and who their children would interact with. –But that wasn't a problem for those who chose to use the stored samples. Sort of a shame. I had my eye on that one engineer from hydroponics…
'Plan Babylon Epsilon Protocol activated.'
"Good night… Lieutenant."
The plastic lid lowered down over me. It provided me with no privacy; the bubble was completely clear and transparent.
I watched Sam walk in front of it after the pressurization stopped, and she gave me a little wave.
I leaned back and expected to fall asleep.
I creaked open an eye and looked around.
I knew how hibernation pods felt. There was never supposed to be a long delay between the lid closing and sleep occurring.
Yet I found myself still able to move and not in the least bit tired. The only thing I couldn't move were my legs, which were restrained. The seat was angled backward as well, putting me into a reclining position.
Sam was still looking at me. From the expression on her face, she was just as puzzled as I was.
There was a sudden mechanical whirring. I looked immediately downward and saw… it.
A long, synthetic phallus attached to a piston mechanism. The head was shaped like a veiny, uncut penis, with a slight curve upward. I stared at it and wore I saw it pulsate. My shock was intensified when I watched it twitch again and a stream of precum-like substance leaked out from the tip, covering the phallus in a shiny fluid.
It moved closer, likely guided by heat-reactive sensors, until I felt it press against my exposed vulva. I instinctively tried to push or turn away from it, but the leg-restraints held me in place. I was completely exposed and defenseless against the bulging erection before me.
I'm a scientist. I know how biology works. Of course, I expected to be penetrated for the sake of the artificial insemination… I just thought it'd happen while I slept!
I braced myself for the penetration, but it didn't come. Instead… the cock altered its angle, and started sliding around the outer folds of my labia. I shuddered as I felt the smooth stimulation. My toes curled in reflexive pleasure as tingles went down my spine.
Two breaths later, my clit had tightened itself erect. A few more and those breaths were turning into soft moans. Was this a side effect of the simulated precum? Or perhaps the ovulation drug I'd been injected with… either way.
I really needed to be fucked.
I blinked softly, my eyes drowsy with lust-inspired haze. It was a masculine voice, but all I saw was the inner-top of the pod I was occupying.
"This is a recording to let you know Babylon Epsilon is engaged," despite the dry words, the tone of voice was soft and seductive. "If this was engaged in error, please recite the refusal code."
The code…? … Like hell I could remember, especially like this.
"You sound like a woman ready to be bred."
I let out another intense moan in reply. The phallus was intentionally nudging my clit with each little rub.
"Glad to hear you approve. Would you like a little subliminal encouragement to help you along?"
"Y-Yes," I hiss. I'm at the point of eager impatience now. I wiggle my hips and roll back against the cock teasing me.
"Good girl. Just relax… and let yourself focus on the feeling of being knocked up."
Mm… so, it's hypnosis, is it?
Whatever. It only works so far as the subject plays along… as a doctor, I know that.
As a breeder, on the other hand…
There's a delicate mechanical sound as my artificial lover moves the tip of its cock-head right in front of my pussy. I don't think I've ever been this excited for sex. I do my best to arch my hips as the shape of the uncut dick presses against my flushed, engorged lips.
A soft humming fills the capsule, wrapping my ears in a cocoon of audio stimulation, encouraging me to focus on the words of the voice.
This is how good girls get pregnant.
A pleasant feeling of the thick, throbbing cock penetrating my slick folds makes me squeeze my eyes shut, roll my head back, and sigh in pleasure. It's… it's inside me.
Your body is perfect for making babies.
I can hear the soft squelching sounds of my pussy being fucked as the piston starts pumping in and out. Low masculine grunts are audible with each thrust. Looks like whoever programmed this thing really thought things through to make it a reasonable simulation. I can feel myself getting swept away, imaging a forceful, eager man between my legs, on top of me.
You have the perfect hips, the perfect waist, the perfect breasts… all for breeding.
I lick my lips and roll my teeth over the bottom. It's true, isn't it? The evaluation to board a colony ship was physical as well as aptitudinal… My legs squeeze against my bindings as the thrusting comes more deeper, nudging against my g-spot.
You were selected for this… you were born for this. To be fucked. To breed.
My breathing is coming in hurried, rapid huffs now. My lips pursed tightly from the building pleasure I can't control, nostrils flaring as I inhale and exhale harder and harder. There must have been an actual test of this device at some point, because it's making me into a hot, drooling, mess!
Over… and over… and over…
My mind goes blank. I curl my arms close, hands in fists around my chest as I come, hard. My pussy clamps down as my pelvic muscles squeeze, hard. I arch and thrust myself back against the back of the capsule as the dick fucks me to orgasm… then keeps going.
The cock hasn't stopped at all. It's still going. The precum mixed with my own lubricant drips freely from my pussy as it does, running down the crack of my ass. I struggle to breathe steadily as the pleasurable throbbing in my clit won't stop.
Beg for it.
I mindlessly roll my hips against the thrusting, eager for another orgasm, and even more-so excited that…
You know what you need to say.
I can't hold it back anymore.
"Get me pregnant!" I scream. "Fill my pussy to the brim with your sperm and knock, me, up!" I brace myself as I approach my second peak tonight. "Get me pregnant… get me pregnant!"
The thrusts come rapidly, and none too soon. I'm still repeating my own personal mantra of 'get me pregnant… get me pregnant…' as I come, again. Tears fill my eyes and I can feel myself tense again. But, better than that, I feel it.
The cock stopped thrusting, pressed itself inside me to the hilt, pulsating wildly as it fills me up with warm, baby-making seed. I instinctively push back, my pussy still constricting with my orgasm in an attempt to milk it for more and more sperm.
…Until finally I can feel the toe-curling sensation of the cock fully pulling out of me, leaving my spread, used pussy full of thick cream.
I let out a painful sigh and realized I'd been holding my breath. I can't stop myself from smiling, thoughts of my belly swelling filling my head.
I calm myself down as my muscles start to ache and the raw pleasure subsides into contented bliss.
"Good girl. Looking forward to doing this again in ten months."
Hah… me too.
My simulated 'partner' has left, along with the humming, allowing me some return to reality.
I flutter my eyelids as my vision comes into focus.
–My vision is fuzzy. Mostly because the lid of my capsule is fogged from my breath.
But it registers in my head that Sam was watching the entire thing. She's still staring as the phallus retracts back into the capsule.
It's the last thing I remember before hibernation claims my consciousness.
Sam's in an awkward position.
She can't breed at the same time as me. We can't afford to not have someone available to watch the ship.
So, we can't help but become intimately acquainted as she also takes on the job of 'babysitting' me in my pregnancy oven.
The lid of my capsule opens. My mind-blowing orgasm is still fresh in my mind as Sam tells me my pregnancy is confirmed.
"Do you want to know if it's a boy or girl?"
"…Sure." I'm trying to get my bearings after hibernation, but sure, I'll hear my baby's gender.
She gives me a thumbs up.
"It's a boy! Congratulations!"
I roll my head, unable to match Sam's enthusiasm at the moment. It's still too early and I have forty-eight more to go after him. I can't be too excited with the news, yet. He'll likely end up impregnating Sam's kids some day… or Sam herself.
I squirm underneath her touch as Sam presses a wet rag to my vaginal area, wiping it clean. She draws a trail up my abdomen, swirling soft circles around my little bump, which is a bit more pleasant.
"Anything weird happening?" I ask.
"Nope. I'll check on you again at third trimester."
I breathe out a little sigh.
"No problem, Lieutenant. Rest well, Mom."
I manage a little laugh as I hear her press buttons and the lid begins to fall shut.
There's no intense fucking this time, unfortunately. Just a re-settling in to hibernation.
I hear the mechanical whirring of the lid being opened and blink my eyes.
I know just from the weight bearing down on my spine that I'm huge. A quick glance down confirms it.
My belly has expanded to a big, medicine ball-sized bump, and just as heavy. My tits have gotten huge too. They look like big udders, Darkly tinged, stretched, prinkly aerola with fat nipples poking out are plainly visible as they rest on top of my big girth. …No, I think I might have a medicine ball beat in terms of sheer size of my belly.
My arms instinctively go to cradle it as Sam waves down at me again. My hands resting on top and bottom of my baby inside me.
"Hi again! Just popping in to let you know that according to the scans, you're fine, the baby's fine."
It comes out as more of a grunt than anything else. I'm feeling very much like a turtle flipped on its back.
"Anything else happen? Did you find out what caused the accident?"
Sam's face becomes solemn, and she nods.
"One of the CleanBot mark IIs got into the ventilation room that controls the air supply for the main hibernation pods. Its sensors mistook the pipes for debris and punctured them all in an attempt to pick them up. Meaning– the rest of the crew was getting no air."
My stomach flip-flopped.
"Of all things… a crawling trash can just got into the wrong area?! The fucking shit…! Why weren't we affected then??"
"Calm down! Our pipes are between two ridges in the flooring. It couldn't get to us."
… Just for that little reason. Now Sam and I were left to pick up the pieces.
Sam must've seen how livid I was.
"They're not supposed to be in there! Anyway, save your strength… you're going to need it for your first birth."
There was a long pause before I gave up and just sighed.
"You're right. What's done is done." Sam gave me another nod.
"I already replaced the pipes and disabled all of the mark IIs, it won't happen again."
…I can't help but turn my head.
No one calls the droids what they're actually called like that. Maybe a ship manifest would have it listed that way, but to have it used like that in a conversation stands out immediately as weird.
Sam turns her head away from my stare, her cheeks flushing red.
"I used to be part of a bot-watching group, that's all," she says.
"Bot-watching…? What, like bird-watching?"
She gives another embarrassed nod.
"You just walk around and keep track of every different type of bot you can spot. Then you write it down and where you saw it, what it was doing, and you share it with each other."
I'm the one pinned down, both by my belly, and by the leg restraints. My vagina, popped belly button, and inflated tits are plainly out for Sam to see… and yet Sam found a way to make me feel more embarrassed for her than myself.
"A-Anyway! I'll see you when you're ready for birth. Okay?"
She quickly made to shut the lid of capsule.
Too late. I can hear the activation sounds again.
I shouldn't have judged her hobby, I realize. Can I blame hormones? It was hormones.
Now I'll never get the pictures of my big pregnant body I wanted to ask her to take…
It feels like I've been waiting for ages as the lid begins to peel itself open again.
I am done, I realize. Done.
I do not want to be pregnant anymore. Get this baby out of me. I am feeling way too burdened, way too sick of being pregnant.
I stare up at Sam with my lips curved in a pained grimace.
"Y-You did this to me…" I accuse.
Sam takes a long glance. She's flanked on both sides by 'nanny' bots.
"Yeah, you're dilated to four, Lieutenant. You can't stay in hibernation anymore."
I don't remember much. A lot of pain, a lot of fluid, a lot of Sam urging me on to 'push!'
I haven't exerted myself like this for a while. Before I started hibernating.
Panic strikes me as I realize I'll have to do this 49 more times. What if I can't do it? What if I die right here in the capsule?
"There's the head! Keep going!"
…Fine. I'll show that bitch.
I grip my thighs, thicker than I remember, and bear down. I can feel the birth fluid running down my ass, the large mass brushing my thighs. And then… the screaming. The unmistakable little wail that babies make.
"You did it, Lieutenant!"
Did I really? It felt like the goal-line kept getting pushed around.
I crane my head up and look at the big purple human-shaped mass that is my newborn baby.
"…Here," I demand.
I reach out my arms for him. My baby boy…
Sam gingerly passes him over to me. I can't resist coo-ing and aww-ing at him. I'm tired. Wrung out. Stressed to an extreme. But, I'm happy. Everything was all right… I was officially a 'mom'.
The nanny-bots were set up with tools to cut the umbilical cord. I continued to hold my baby, grateful everything was over.
"You still have to birth the placenta."
I reluctantly hand over my son, letting Sam come closer to help get the next thing out of me. It's not as long or hard an effort, but it's a pain after all of that.
In the back of my mind I'm worried they'll just march off with my baby, but they return him to me.
"Let him drink a little and then we'll have him in advance hibernation. Do you want to give him a name?"
"I hadn't had time to think." I run over possibilities in my head.
"Edward. He can be Edward."
I clutch him to my breast, though it's more through knowing mothers are supposed to feed their children this way rather than instinct. I'm half-convinced I'm doing it wrong before he finally takes a few sips.
I let out a steady sigh as I let my son take his new life from me.
Then… I have to say goodbye. I hand him over to the nanny-bots.
"What happens now? Do I get up at all?"
"Normally. But under plan Babylon Epsilon, you're supposed to stay in the capsule until you're ready to breed again."
"How long's that?"
As pleasant as the initial fucking was, my pussy is feeling sensitive from all the stretching.
I stare up at her, but I have no energy to argue with Sam.
"All right, close me up, see you in a month."
"Feel better, Lieutenant." She pressed the buttons again.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you something."
"What? The lid is closing!"
I watched the hibernation seal mercilessly start to come down.
"The capsule's set up to milk you, so don't be frightened!"
The hatch fastened shut. Similar to my first time in the 'womb', hibernation didn't begin. Milk me… like a cow? I couldn't help but find it appropriate. My tits were still aching with milk, despite the feeding little Edward enjoyed.
I heard another mechanical whirring sound and shrieked as the thought of being fucked in my condition seized me. I could only be thankful for the sound-dampening walls that I didn't make myself deaf.
Instead of a dildo from the flooring, what emerged was two… suction cups? They were like glass test-tubes attached to rubber tubing.
They didn't need any direction from me. Whatever sensor was guiding the machinery in the capsule made them seek out my breasts. I could only wince as they found my nipples and attached themselves like leeches. I felt them pump, and pump, coaxing my nipples out more from my body. I watched milk flow in eight different directions as it sucked up every bit of yellow-white fluid. I didn't try to pull them off, for the simple fact it started to feel… good. I put my hands on top of my breasts and sighed. I could imagine I was feeding two babies now, at least.
I could've fallen asleep with that happy thought, but there was no time to fall asleep.
There was no lid opening by Sam. Instead, I heard a gentle voice purr in my ear, a hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
"Ready for round two?" My imaginary love had returned.
It was impressive they actually bothered to get the actor to read out a new set of lines. I wondered if they would be completely different, and if so, for how long?
But more than that… I needed to be bred.
My belly was sagging. My womb felt empty.
"Do it… more messaging, please."
Messages entered my ear and flashed through my brain.
I exist to be bred.
Nothing's more important than carrying babies.
I need to give birth to more.
Over, and over…
There's no better role.
Good girls get pregnant. They breed, and breed, and breed…
My eyes roll back into my head as I shudder with my third orgasm with the thing between my legs as it pumps me full of more seed.
Bliss. Pure, unadulterated, bliss.
I can easily see myself getting addicted to this.
I'm smiling to myself in pride at getting to incubate baby number two.
I'm catching myself wishing I had more time to admire my body. To stand up and really stretch. See how much my body has changed, for the better. I want to see how my old clothes fit and how wide my hips have gotten.
But, I really need to keep working on breeding.
Sam's visits are brief. Everything fine. Systems normal. I'm producing plenty of milk for Edward and future babies.
She cleans me, and I invite her to stroke my belly. Both for the feeling of being touched, and to make her eager to start her own journey, eventually.
She pats and gives my belly a good rub, but it's hard not to think she's just humoring me.
"Be ready to push more next time. Lieutenant."
"…Small price to pay," I sigh, with some trepidation.
Fortunately my fear is unfounded. The next birth is much easier.
You name your new little girl Ashley and settle back to hibernate.
It's pregnancy time.
It's pregnancy time.
It's pregnancy time.
My lover reminds me with each new baby.
He's begun to repeat himself. I don't care.
I'm coming just from insertion, and loving every minute my lover is inside me, until he gives me more of his precious, life-giving cream.
My belly swells and swells like the moon bringing in the tide.
Sam takes more and more of my babies, and I'm beginning to anticipate the birth with gusto.
The faster I birth, the faster it will be pregnancy time again. And again. And, again.
Sam calls me 'Breeder' instead of Lieutenant now. And I couldn't be happier.
I realize I've passed the point I've really accepted my role.
I don't care if I ever leave the 'womb' again.
I'm a real, devoted, breeder.