“Well look at the time! Guess we’ll just have to finish this conversation tomorrow. Aren’t you proud you got a son who takes good care of his parents?” Vex says patronizingly. She wanted to get up and bitch him out but a mixture of awareness of her position and a wave of submission stopped her. She barely suppresses a growl as she stares at him.
The various guards start to file out of the room, laughing and conversing with each other, happy that their shift has ended.
“I’ll be catching some z’s but I’ll be sure to pamper you like it’s mother’s day Tomorrow, your going to love it. You better catch some beauty sleep till then!”
The various lights are dimmed and Dusti is left there alone. Nothing but the moaning of fellow sluts to comfort her.
Even those ravenous... THINGS that she hesitates to call her children, lest something deep and primal click in her head, start to settle down...
“They are actually kind of Cute” she thinks and her heart skips a beat as the little mongrels let out little yawns and start to cuddle up against her. 5 in all and they bring a little smile to her cum crusted muzzle, musing absentmindedly about how big and stronger and sexy they will become, and how she’ll feed them again with her needy tits in the morn. she hopes her next litter will be so perfect. she looks down at her expansive tummy with unbridled motherly affection. Her slit moisten at the thought “god I could use a good cock right about now...”
She then shakes her head. Did she say that What is she thinking? She’s locked up in here and her first thoughts were that of some breading cow?! “God if I stay here that’s all I’ll ever be. I-I don’t want that. Do i?” Dusti whined and looked about her furiously for a way out. Pulling and struggling In her bindings (quietly however, subconsciously not wanting to disturb her pups)
She saw a glint at the corner of her vision. Ears perked facing the potential of something, anything. To her elation it was a writing quil! Vex must have dropped it when he was taunting her. Dusti snorts “serves the asshole right”. She could just grab it with her hand paws. Luckily for her, she, erm, “he” used to be into lock picking. Taking the reflective metal nib off the feather, she bent the soft brass Tip to the appropriate shape and started to finagle with one of the locks on her arm.
It took a while but eventually the cuff released with a soft “ting”. She looked at her pawed hand in excitement and started on the next.
In short order she was free , but as she tried to stand up, her comically voluptuous body sent her off balance. It was like trying to walk in a weighted sumo suit. Her massive breasts continued to go forward as she stopped. And her beach ball sized pregnancy made the very act of standing a exercise in of itself, not to even mention walking. Before she could fall down though, she found her balance.she took a few belabored steps, figuring out how to navigate with this new body. After a few minutes of experimentation she could walk fine enough. Keeping one arm on her breasts to stop the from giggling about to much and another supporting her belly. A rough waddle was all she could maintain. Her body was crafted for the sole purpose of breeding and nothing else, that was her specialized role in life. The ability to move about was a tertiary concern for the facility here at best, if anything, it was in their interest to make the breeders as dependent as possible.
“How am I going to escape like this” Dusti snarled under her breath. She looked back at her puppies quietly sleeping and a pang of guilt hit her gut. She knew if she tried to keep them along with her it would only hamper her escape even more, and that if she allowed herself to bond with them any more leaving them simply couldn’t be an option for her emotionally. Besides, she was already packing another loaf in the oven, how would she manage TWO litters if she escaped? So with a heavy heart, and no little amount of effort, she bent down to hold them in her arms for the last and in some respects, first, time and gave them each an individual loving lick.
Before placing them down at the tit of a sleeping dog morph breeder slave, hoping that they would be compatible.
She wipes away a little tear and waddles towards the door frame, vowing not to look back.
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In the hallway she saw a number of signs pointing to different directions.
One has an image of a voluptuous figure than an arrow pointing at a skinnier figure. She assumes that whatever it is down there might give her a... more “conventional” body. It may be a good idea to not escape as a nearly helpless broodmother.
One sign says exit and seems pretty self explanatory. Probably dusti’s main goal.
Another has an image of a wolf head and ring of keys and it says “warden”. That might be were Vex sleeps. She really hopes she doesn’t need to snag a key from him to get out.
Another shows a symbol of a bubbling beaker and says “alchemy room”
The next has a cross and pacifier on it and says “nursery”
And the last she noted was named “specialty breeder keys” she frowned and thought indignantly “what doesn’t Ty think I Am good enough to have a specialty lock? I unlocked mine with a nib for heaven’s sake!” She did a double take when she realized she essentially complained that she wasn’t locked up in higher security. “Damn this place is getting to me”
There were a number of other locations on the directory, if she wants to look for something in particular, , but she is kind of in a hurry...