She was sore down there. Everything between her inner thighs was tender, like she had been horseback riding all day. On the bright side, though, she lay in an extremely comfortable bed, head and feet propped up, still more sleep than awake, temperature perfect, even though she was naked. She remembered the bug, all shiny and black; how it had stared into her as it pumped her belly full and made her come again and again; she couldn't remember how many times. She remembered how hard it slapped against her with every thrust, and how it scalded her cunt every time it came in her. She had been unable to move while it mated, staring at her with those red honeycomb eyes while it controlled every second of it. She tried to move now; to move a hand between her legs just to check on her parts, but she found that it wasn't so much that she couldn't move, but more that she just didn't have the energy. After a herculean effort, her arm moved maybe an inch and then she gave up. Everything just felt so heavy, or she was weak as a kitten, or maybe both.
She was horny, too. The bug just kept playing over and over in her head. The women (nurses?) had come every day to make her come, but that still wasn't enough. She'd always fall asleep after that, but then she'd wake up some time later and start thinking about the bug. She even dreamed about the bug, only its cock was much bigger and it fucked her much harder, tied up in its web, surrounded by other red-eyed, obsidian bugs, all chittering to each other while watching her being mated. Sometimes the bugs even took turns. Sometimes the bug itself was gargantuan and it walked around with her pussy impaled, her body limp and dangling from the end of its giant purple cock. Sometimes she tried to think of something else, but her mind couldn't latch onto anything but that bug. There was more there, she knew, but it was always just out of her reach.
The dormitory wards of Project Chimera were large circular rooms with two dozen largish cubicles around the perimeter. In each open-fronted cube there was a medical bed, a counter and cabinet with some basic medical instruments and two chairs for use by the staff. On the ceiling were clustered several robotic instruments on long arms that could be used by the project AI to perform procedures as needed, without human intervention, if it ever became necessary. In the middle of the circle of cubicles was a ring-shaped desk with two monitoring stations inside it, one or both of which were always staffed. There were six of these wards in all, arranged in a hexagon, and circling around the entire dormitory section was a track that was used for exercise by the breeding subjects and the staff. The track could accommodate six people walking abreast and had an arched ceiling about 10 feet high.
In one particular ward, only thirteen of the beds were occupied. In one of those lay Doctor P. V. Ellison, reproductive geneticist for Project Chimera. Her breeding earlier in the week had gone very well; all eighteen eggs of species Sigma-669 had been successfully fertilized and implanted in Ellie's womb. Her pregnancy had already begun to show, even after only a few days, and would quickly grow to its largest within the next week. In the end she would look like she was maybe six or seven months pregnant, were she carrying a human child. At the end of her six week pregnancy, she would give birth to eighteen baseball-sized, smooth, obsidian eggs.
The nurse at the monitoring station noticed that Ellie had awoken, so it was time for a walk. She called another nurse who sat Ellie up and swung her legs off the bed. She checked Ellie over for any obvious physical issues before she stood her up so she could get a little exercise, get her blood flowing and experience some gravity in its intended direction. She shuffled her to the track and they began to walk. In an effort to reduce everyone's feelings of claustrophobia, including the staff, an AI generated view of a forest somewhere in the Pacific northwest was projected on the walls and ceiling; but sometimes it was a Caribbean beach, other times a peaceful meadow.
Ten other breeding subjects were also slowly shuffling around the track, each guided by a nurse. They moved a little like zombies, but generally were alert and seemed to appreciate being up and moving. The subjects were all much like Ellie: naked, entirely hairless and in various stages of xenopregnancy. Some were in advanced stages with bellies larger than any normal human full-term pregnancy. The alien species they were carrying had a lot to do with how big they'd end up becoming. Roughly three quarters of the hundred or so of them were pregnant at any given time, with the other quarter convalescing after giving birth or awaiting their next breeding session.
Walking naked in the forest was always relaxing, not that she needed to be any more relaxed. She was always that way now: naked and relaxed. She liked being naked; it felt like freedom. There were always other naked girls walking, too, breasts large and heavy and wobbling with every step. Some of them were very pregnant and they always moved a little slower. She noticed her own belly was starting to get big. It must be from that big black bug. She remembered those eyes staring at her as he fucked her. Always the eyes. Had she been prey or mate? Or maybe both? Stuff was really hard to remember, but she remembered the bug making her come. Nobody had ever made her come like that before. And the dreams: always more and more erotic and bizarre. The dreams and the daydreams made her constantly horny and wet; even now her inner thighs felt slick.
A handful of the nursing staff were also qualified physical therapists, so about once a week, each subject got a full body massage after her walk and today was Ellie's turn. The subject was seated in a forward angled seat with a cut-out for her face, breasts and belly. She was washed with scented soap and hot water and then the seat was reconfigured into a table. The nurses would massage hot oil into her skin, releasing any tension in each of her muscles from her scalp to the soles of her feet. Most of the time, the subjects fell asleep. She was then turned over to her front side where, in addition to the massage, she was brought to orgasm before being taken back to her bed.
She felt luxuriant. The walk had been nice but this felt great. She was being washed all over her body with hot water with a loofah and nice smelling soap. Soapy hands were all over her, sliding up and down her skin, her scalp, her breasts. Then she was rinsed and dried and laid face down with hands rubbing hot oil deep into her muscles and whatever part wasn't being worked on was covered in hot towels. She fell asleep and dreamed about the bug fucking her, of course. She awoke on her back with those same hands rubbing-down her front side with that same hot oil. Her boobs were sore a lot now and those hot, oily hands fondling and kneading them, pinching her nipples, made them feel much better.
A second pair of hands, spreading her legs out with the soles of her feet touching, worked on her from her mound to her inner thighs. She was still a bit sore there, too, from the bug smashing her. Strong hands and hot oil helped that, too; thumbs forcing any soreness out, fingertips massaging her pussy, sliding between her lips, pulling and pinching them, swelling with increased blood flow. More hot oil poured over her mound, slowly flowing down through her slit and between her cheeks. Now, after almost ignoring her clit the whole time, the fingers worked on that, too, slowly sliding up and down, pulling the hood back and forth over the sensitive tip, squeezing it between her labia and slowly stroking up and down. As the oily hands worked her body she felt the orgasm slowly building and when it finally came she let out a sleepy "Mmmph" with every pulse between her legs, her hips slowly thrusting. She fell asleep again soon after.
