Falquian 20-Aug-15 18:35 # 2602 Up to topDown to bottom
This is the beginning of the second part. As it's still a work in progress, it will be a little slower than the first part, which was already complete. Also, I think warnings are unnecesary by this point, enjoy.

PART 2. THE FERTILITY GODDESS

DAY 1. 08:00AM

The beeping sound of the nursery intercom made Chloe wake up groggily. Her brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton after a solitary night full of tears and anguish.

She was the last girl remaining of her generation at the nursery and, at thirteen years old, the oldest of the bunch. All her sisters and brothers had been whisked away before her, and she despaired she would never be chosen and would just be left alone to wither away, too old to be of any use. For that was their meaning in life, the only purpose for people like her, to be useful to the scientists that tended to their needs, to be perfect test subjects that could make any experiment a success.

The last one to be separated from her had been her little sister Rose, to be used as a test subject at an experiment in a greenhouse. That had been three months ago but she still missed her terribly. She missed the days learning and training the techniques that would make them useful, the practice of their sexual skills, the development of their holes. She also missed the nights, when sweet Rose would let her try any new deviant trick she had imagined during the day on her tender little body.

Both girls explored the limits on pleasure, pain and depravity, encouraged by their handlers and trainers, so they would be better prepared when their turn to be used finally came. The evening before Rose had been taken away, Chloe had enjoyed herself turning her sister's flat nipples into pretty pincushions, betting with her how many needles she could fit inside the flesh before she gave up. It had been an evening full of laughter, pleasure and merry tears of pain.

When a young scientist named William had arrived at the nursery looking for Rose, the naked girls, for there never was need for a test subject to have any clothes on, jumped and cheered excitedly together. Chloe had showered little Rose with kisses congratulating her on having been chosen, telling her how envious she was. Rose had found a purpose for herself, but that had left poor Chloe to wallow alone in the uncertainty. Not even a day after that, a new baby girl was assigned Rose's place in the nursery, as if to showcase her own uselessness.

Of all her sisters and brothers she was, by far, the most perverted of the lot, always trying new sexual things on them and herself, and she had wondered more than once if that trait was what made her unsuitable to be a test subject. It didn't matter that her mother, while she had been sharing the nursery with her children, had reassured her once and again. Her trainers and tutors also encouraged that kind of behaviour but maybe that was a secret test of character, a test she had failed time after time.

Because of that, it had surprised Chloe to no end when Rita, the plain looking but sweet and motherly brunette handler in charge of the nursery, peeked through the door of her bedroom and, seeing that she was already awake, made her the 'ok' sign with her fingers. Greta, the female scientist in charge of a lab, appeared from behind her. Greta had visited the nursery a number of times before to take subjects away for her experiments, although never her brothers and sisters.

The lady had an strange accent, that her mother had once told her was Germanic, whatever that meant. She was incredibly beautiful, apparently no more than twenty-something years old, long blonde hair tied in a top bun from where a loose ponytail cascaded down her back with side bangs that framed her face, piercing azure eyes framed by square discreet glasses, a pouting mouth of full deep pink lips. Her figure, even dressed with the customary lab coat, was a shapely hourglass with a sexy swaying gait accented by incredibly long stilettos and breasts that, although not as huge as her mom's, were pretty big nonetheless. All in all, she was perfection incarnate.

A vision of beauty like that could not possibly be interested in a plain, flat chested, skinny redhead like her. Her only striking points, in her opinion, were her big puffy nipples, a pair of fleshy pink cones two inches in diameter and very sensitive, and her long wavy hair that, like her sister, reached past her butt. She didn't thought any scientist would be interested in her nipples or her hair, though.

However, to her astonishment, the statuesque blonde had looked at her, lying confused on the low bed at her feet, and just said: "Come with me, I need your body".

Those few words, pregnant with so much meaning, filled Chloe with joy. She was needed! She wouldn't be disposed of! Like a puppy having just found her master, the naked pre-teen wiped away her tears, rose from the bed without complaint and followed Greta outside the nursery and into her destiny.

For the first time in her life, she was leaving the nursery grounds into the unknown beyond, where the experiments took place. The nursery complex, one of many as she would later learn, consisted in the communal bedroom for the children, the showers and bathrooms, a dining hall, a big classroom and a bigger outdoors patio with a garden and some trees. Tall walls enclosed the patio and hid the rest of the facilities from them. The test subjects were always left in the dark about most of what transpired outside their little world.

When the double doors opened for them, Rose saw a long grey corridor with smaller ones bisecting it at regular intervals. Heavy reinforced doors like the one that had warded her nursery littered the walls here and there, and scientists and armed men (she recognized the weapons and what they could do, to rebellious test subjects and intruders alike, from her studies back at the nursery) wandering busily up and down the long hallways.

While they walked towards their destination, Greta's lab, she caught glimpses of other test subjects like her walking alongside adjacent corridors, also towed by their handlers to wherever they would be used. She saw subjects as old as the scientist themselves, a thing that puzzled her to no end, as well as subjects so little they had to be carried in the scientist's arms, which was much less strange, as she had seen her fair lot of babies being chosen before her.

Every door they passed made her knees weak and her heart flutter in a mixture of anticipation, excitement and dread. Every door could have been the entrance to the place where she would become part of the experiment destined for her.

But, alas, none of those doors were the one where she would meet her ultimate fate. It was only after they had walked for almost twenty minutes, so huge was the incredible complex, that they reached the domains of miss Greta.

The tall lady punched a code in the side panel of the heavy door, otherwise indistinguishable from every other door they had passed, except for a label full of characters she had not learnt to read. Chloe almost couldn't believe something so important could be so prosaic, although she understood that what was of capital relevance to her was just daily routine for the good scientists. The security pad chimed and turned green, and the door hissed and slided inside the wall.

Sensing her reluctance, doctor Greta ushered her in.

"Come, come, you will live here from now on" she said, patting her back.

Gathering her courage, Chloe crossed the threshold of the door and stepped into her new life.

While Chloe looked amazed at all the unknown things that peppered her domains, Greta was reviewing the girl's profile on her hand-held tablet once more, trying to decide how much she was prepared to handle from the get go.

The fact that she had been so long in the nursery wasn't an accident, nor a secret test of character, like Chloe believed. In fact, Chloe's fate had been decided since before birth, as her DNA of the ovum and sperm that had begot her had been tweaked to her specifications. It was only while she was on the onset of puberty that her reproductive system was ripe to be modified for her experiment.

But the scientific facts weren't the things that interested Greta right now. She was chuckling internally at the personality profile of the little pre-teen. Chloe scored the highest marks she had ever seen in sexual deviancy, lack of preservation impulses, tolerance to pain, tolerance to disgusting stimulus, unassuming curiosity…

Nothing of that had been planned when Chloe had been designed, so she scribbled a side note to check if the biological changes had any link to her behaviour of it was just lucky chance. Whatever the case, Greta decided that, apart from the changes necessary for her experiments, she would find creative ways to satisfy her own lust with Chloe's body and mind.

As she was again safe inside her domains, she fetched one of her oversized cigars from her coat pockets and popped it inside her mouth. With her trusty lighter, she lit the stogie to the child's absolute amazement.

"What's that?" she asked looking at the inch and a half thick, six inches long brown cylinder wrapped around her luscious lips.

Greta took the cigar between her right index and middle fingers and exhaled a waft of pungent, acrid smoke towards the child's face. She didn't cringe or even coughed, she just inhaled the dense cloud in childlike curiosity.

"It's a cigar, Chloe. A guilty pleasure of mine" she answered truthfully. Her habit was not frowned upon in the facility, very few things were, but many labs didn't tolerate well the smoke on the delicate equipment. Fortunately, hers was not one of those.

The trusting stare of Chloe convinced her to give the girl a complete tour of the lab, even the parts that would have made adult people cringe in pain or vomit in disgust. The stunning blonde thought that she should be prepared for the things her sadistic instincts compelled her to do to her test subjects. If her psychological profile was right, Chloe would enjoy suffering them as much as Greta inflicting them.

The anticipation alone made her wet her panties, and the unmistakeable shine of sex juices coming from the little girl's thighs, mirroring her own, was a very good sign for their future relationship.

"Follow me, I have many things to show you before the day is over"

DAY 1. 09:00AM

Animal Reproductive Breakthrough was, as its name implied, a lab complex focused on taking sex and fertility to their utmost limits, by whatever means necessary. Greta explained Chloe, between puffs of her cigar as they walked through what was one of the biggest areas of all the facilities, that she had thirty scientists and adjutants at her orders, managing five different experiments at the same time.

The complex itself, as was the norm in that place, was mostly a self contained city, consisting on the scientists' living quarters and recreational rooms; many analysis labs where very advanced devices Chloe could not divine their purposes were neatly ordered over floors, walls, tables and the ceilings; areas for charge and discharge of equipment and supplies, and even a heliport at one indoors patio. As they visited those places, she met with the surprised stares of many woman and men, dressed in lab coats and maintenance overalls. Greta clarified that all those zones were off limits to test subjects like her, and thus would only be given a cursory glance, and only because she was in a very unusual good mood.

Once they had finished looking at the forbidden areas, where she would never set foot on again, Greta asked her if she wanted to see the sample museum. The good doctor seemed worried that she would be traumatized by the sights of preserved test subjects, too valuable as either research material or scientific curiosities to be just disposed of. Chloe was not squeamish in the least, and she secretly hoped to be there herself one day, as that would mean she had been so useful that she merited to be kept forever.

Reassured about her willingness, Greta guided her to a barely traversed part of the lab, opening the door of a dimly lit hall chock full of glass cabinets and giant glass tubes filled with bodies and body parts alike. The doctor explained, pointing with her cigar, that the samples were submerged in different cocktails of preserving liquids, in order to keep them from rotting away. That process began usually after death, but sometimes it had to be performed before.

In some containers, foetuses in different stages of growth showcased how a human life developed from conception to birth. Organs and limbs showing hideous deformities were also displayed in small and medium sized vials along the hall. Maybe those had scientific interest, but they meant nothing to Chloe, who bypassed them with barely a second glance. What she was looking for and, in the end, shocked her the most, were the child and adult sized ones.

Girls and boys her age and older were calmly floating in the yellow liquid, so fresh looking that Chloe could almost believe they were still alive. She could see boys with multiple, different sized cocks, and girls with two or three rows of breasts or even two vaginas. Here, a woman sporting nipples so long they resembled fingers. There, a man with a horse cock implanted instead of a human one. Farther away, conjoined twin girls that shared everything from the waist down. Just beside them, a woman with no legs who appeared to have three pregnant bellies evenly spaced just below her ribcage.

The preserving liquids smell was intoxicating, and the sights combined with it to make her light-headed. Those people had been living test subjects like her at one point. That fact should have horrified her, but she had learned her lessons well. That had been their purpose in life, and the fact that they were there, meant that they had fulfilled it so successfully that they had been awarded with being forever displayed. Their deaths should not be mourned, they should be celebrated.

Past the glass tubes were the plastinated bodies. As Greta explained, plastination was a process where all the bodily fluids were replaced with a liquid resin that, once hardened, made the corpses into living plastic dolls that could be then opened and studied in detail.

There, Chloe saw young and old, old being thirty at most, test subjects frozen in place as if they were statues. All of them were opened in at least one place, displaying the internal organs and blood vessels in millimetric detail. A pregnant woman with her tummy peeled away showed four unborn babies in a four chambered uterus. A man with a serpentine like cock had it wrapped in coils around his body, the snakelike appendage split in half to show its inner workings. Each specimen was more sexually bizarre than the last, and Chloe couldn't help rubbing her clit imagining she became one of them or, better yet, had been fucked by one of them when they were still alive.

However, what really shook her world to the core was the red-headed woman on all fours at the very end of the line, meaning she had been done in very recently. Despite her body being torn apart she recognized her at once, it was her own mom.

"I remember Sarah very well. Like you, she was an amazing test subject, providing us with one of the more fruitful generations in like… ages" the doctor began, having been anticipating that moment since they had entered the hall.

"She was very kind, and taught me many things" Chloe replied, small tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Indeed, and I will test those things in person very soon" Greta promised, patting her head "But going back to how you see her now, this was an explicit request from her"

"She asked for this?"

"Yes. Sarah knew she was nearing the end of her usefulness as a test subject, so she decided to go with a bang. That she chose to participate in this experiment and agree to be plastinated 'in vivo', which I know for certain it's one of the most excruciating possible deaths, tells a lot about her dedication and selflessness"

Sarah had been frozen in time knelt on all fours, legs splayed apart as if to invite fucking, head thrust forward proudly, gigantic tits spread on the floor. However, she had been split apart from head to cunt in a sagital cut, two perfect halves showcasing the inner organs through all her length. Then, those two halves had been separated and positioned in a straight line one after the other, in a way so that the lips of half her head were in close contact with the lips of the other half. From one side of the display, she looked like a woman vacuum kissing her mirror image. From the other, the shiny congealed innards told a different story.

A metal pole five inches thick speared the two parts from cunt to cunt, keeping Sarah's halves joined at her lips. It was so wide that her jaw had had to dislocate to allow the metal monster to pass through her mouth. Strangely enough, her organs didn't show any visible damage, they were just sitting beside a flesh tube that was wrapped around the pole. The tube bifurcated near her bottom, one part connected with the top of her uterus, the part that had been in use at the moment of her death, and the other part connecting to the rectum.

"This experiment was meant to prove that a woman could be successfully transformed into a sex sleeve, a meat hole suitable for the pleasure of any man or animal, no matter how well endowed they could be" Greta spoke again, tracing the contours of the pole "This very metal rod was supposed to mimic a small elephant's girth"

Chloe stood transfixed at the mental sight of her mother being fucked by an elephant, but the female scientist was still talking.

"She was operated upon to rearrange her organs around this custom made flesh tunnel that connected both her asshole and cunt to her stomach" she said, pointing at the relevant areas "Then, we tried her body in different animals and test subjects with outstanding success. Your mother was very flexible, and enjoyed very much being so completely and utterly dominated by any cock. You should have seen her mating our special stallions, their cocks poking past her mouth gushing spurt after spurt of horse cum!" she laughed.

Chloe could sympathize with that.

"Once the test batteries were finished, she learned of this place and asked me to be put in display so that one day, at least one of her many children could learn from her, even in death"

"She did this for me?"

"Yes. I cannot think about a greater proof of love than to show your children the correct way of living and dying here" Greta said, kneeling beside Chloe to comfort her "When the final day came, she arrived at the preservation lab with this make-up you see her wearing" she added, pointing at her shadowed eyes and crimson lips "Elegant until the very end, that was Sarah. Regal in her submission, and so cheerful that she infected all our personnel. She herself chose the size of the metal pole, a bit bigger than her previous record, just to tease us" she said, dreamy eyed.

"After she refused to be anaesthetized, we hooked her arteries to the machine that would replace her blood with the epoxy resin and restrained her in a position suitable to accept the pole inside her body. I will always remember her cries of ecstasy when the tip penetrated her cunt, the sounds of her jaw creaking when it finally emerged past her lips and how she managed to wrap them tight around the pole in a smile, despite the pain she must had been suffering. Once completely spitted, we switched the pumps on and saw how her blood was slowly extracted from her and replaced with the resin, making her convulse in agony and, hopefully, pleasure. Soon, her orgasmic death throes waned as her flesh gradually became stiffer and stiffer, until she moved no more and the statue you see now was completed"

Greta stood and paused for a bit, lost in her recent memories, stroking tenderly the carefully arranged hair of the corpse, tracing its twin set of lips with her manicured fingers.

"When we retired the pole, her flesh had retained this shape around the hole, allowing all of us to see through her whole self from end to end, perfectly showcasing how future sex sleeves should be, just a flesh tube to be filled with cock, nothing else. I personally sawed her body in half, in recognition of her bravery and the show she had gifted all of us"

Chloe was completely astounded, and incredibly aroused, by the way her mother had earned her own place in the museum. After hearing the story of her demise, she despaired she would ever be able to top that feat. She would have to do it somehow if she wanted to be displayed beside her. That museum didn't seem to have spare space for copies.

"You can come here as often as you want whenever your duties allow you" the doctor promised her "but, for now, the day is still young and we have lots of things to see"

The little teen nodded at Greta and kissed tenderly the beautiful plastic corpse of her mom, silently vowing to come visit her as often as possible. Then, she followed Greta outside the hall.

DAY 1. 10:30AM

Apart form the museum, none of the visited places, interesting and exciting as they were, kept Chloe's attention for too long. She wanted to see the testing areas where she would be experimented on, and maybe meet some other subjects to see what her future had in store. The visit to her mother had instilled in Chloe the determination to endure as gracefully as Sarah whatever fate awaited her.

After traversing a few more hallways, the strange pair arrived at the testing labs. Unlike the labs where the analysis were performed and the chemicals prepared, these ones varied greatly in shape and size, to be suitable for whatever experiment the scientists needed performing. Many of those were now empty, as no tests were being carried on them at the moment, but the ones that were in use held pleasant surprised to the excited child.

The first of such labs they visited was pretty big, and had benches, stalls, and an artificial grass floor. It was there where she saw Shonda, a black skinned female test subject. As it was immediately evident, they had arrived at the perfect time to see her experiment being carried upon.

The young woman was laying spread eagle on a bench with some strange handles on one side. The test subject had her legs and arms restrained to the four legs of that bench, its purpose evident in lieu of her mating partner. An assistant was helping an enormous coal black stallion to align his monstrous cock into her inviting pussy, while his front legs tried to gain leverage resting on those strange handlebars. With a playful slap on the rump, the horse leaped forward, impaling the girl in one shot and making her scream in pleasure.

"Shonda there is proving that modified human uteri and ovaries can carry the pregnancy of a different species to term" Greta begun explaining to the amazed Chloe, looking at the exciting scene behind the glass panes of the lab "Until Shonda, all we had achieved had been early abortions, but that stallion you see now is her own first child"

"Wow!" was the only thing Chloe could reply, as she was mesmerized by the sight of how the powerful thrusts of the magnificent animal made Shonda moan and squirm with obvious delight.

"Yes, wow!" Greta mimicked, taking a drag of her cigar "As the first human ever to be mother to a horse, she has earned her place in the museum, that's for sure. Once she pops a few more generations and we confirm the stability of the process, she will be impregnated one last time and plastinated while birthing the foal"

"Lucky girl" thought Chloe.

"You will like her once you get to meet her, she is very energetic, and knows her way around a cunt like no other girl here" Greta continued "Also, be sure to thank her properly, it's her success that has allowed your own experiment to be possible"

"I will" the diminutive pre-teen said, as they went pass the lab, leaving behind the ecstatic cries of pleasure of the black girl. Chloe still wondered what kind of experiment they had in store for her, but she had just confirmed one thing, it would involve animals.

Next, they arrived at a smaller, completely indoors lab, where two twin black haired boys her age were having their cocks injected with coloured serums and measured by assistants and scientists.

"Come inside, Chloe" said Greta "I will introduce you to Timmy and Ricky. Hello boys, how are you doing today?" she greeted them while fetching a data tablet handed from one of her assistants.

"Just fine, ma'am" Timmy said, or maybe it was Ricky "but you know how it goes" the other said, pointing to their dicks "this is going to need some help soon" both completed the phrase at the same time.

"Maybe you can try someone new" said Greta, returning the tablet "let me introduce you to Chloe. Chloe, this is Ricky…" she said pointing to the left boy

"No, I'm Timmy, he is Ricky" the boy said "Your nipples look yummy"

"Don't listen to him, he is Ricky, I'm Timmy" the other one replied "I also like your nipples, they are very big and puffy"

Chloe couldn't help bursting into laughter at the shenanigans of the twin boys. If that was a sign of their character, they would have very good times together. As she moved forward to shake their hands, she noticed their cocks for the first time. They were not teenager sized, but big adult ones, and they sported something very inhuman. At the base of their dicks, there was a knot the size of a golf ball.

Both twins couldn't help noticing her stare.

"Do you like what you see?" Timmy, or maybe Ricky, said "Come see us in an hour and we will show you what we can do with them"

"I will" Chloe said "if the doctor allows it"

"Once you are done here, you two go to room 27, we'll go there after lunch" Greta winked at them.

"Oooh, kinky!" exclaimed the twins at unison.

The last of the test labs they visited held a woman that Chloe wouldn't be able to befriend in all her time there. Allison was her name, and she was even more paler than Chloe was, white as paper or milk. That colour suited her because, as Greta explained, she was there to push the milk production capabilities of humans to the absolute limits.

The poor test subject's body was hanging from a very high ceiling by a special harness. Her arms and legs had been amputated at her shoulders and hips, as the extra flesh wasn't needed and consumed vital resources that could be diverted to milk production. Her mouth was connected to a feeding tube, and her ass and peehole to waste disposal tubes. Her face was fully covered by a VR monitor feeding her all kind of sexual images, sound and videos, that Chloe could see in a nearby computer operated by an assistant.

From that pitiful frame hung three pairs of titanic breasts supported by safety nets, each one of them so big that their diameter was almost the same as Greta's height. Milking machines were attached to the similarly oversized nipples, four per breast, pumping her milk out of them as fast as it was produced.

"We want to test how long can we keep a human alive after being turned into a full time, living milk factory" explained Greta "Right now, she is outputting the daily milk requirements for all the facilities and has been like that for one year now. Her predecessor lasted three, but we hope we can make her go up to four before she dies on us. Also, you are going to experience one of her body mods, can you guess which one?" she laughed.

As her joke went past unnoticed by the teen, Greta realized that her newest test subject was becoming very restless so she decided to skip directly to the interesting part. Looking at her cigar she saw it was almost consumed, so she threw it in a nearby trash bin before going into the last lab. One of the main advantages of living in an environment like that, she thought, was not having to care about your health at all. Being the spear-point of the most amazing treatments ever devised, every scientist and assistant of the facilities had perfect bodies and perfect health.

Even if she looked like and felt like a twenty-something bombshell, Greta was really pushing sixty, the regenerative and youth treatments having done miracles for her. Such lifestyle gave the scientists all the time they wanted to explore every kind of pleasure imaginable. That, combined with total authority over their experimental subjects and no accountability except for yielding results, turned each and everyone of them into sadistic, depraved bastards over time.

"Do you want to know about your experiment now?" she said.

"Yes, please!"

"Good, your future home is right at the end of this corridor"

Chloe was very excited as they walked a short distance until they arrived at a glass door that seemingly led outside, if the light shining through it didn't lie. The door itself was lead to an airtight clear chamber Chloe couldn't divine its purpose.

Once they had cleared the second set of doors and exited the antechamber, what greeted them was an enclosed, exceedingly beautiful small forest. It was even bigger and much more lively than the nursery one, full of flowers and trees of all colours and species, bees buzzing everywhere, busily going from flower to flower. The ceiling was covered by a dome made of a transparent material, but the temperature and humidity were so tightly regulated that they seemed to be completely outside. If that place was to be her testing area, she had won the big prize.

"What I'm going to do here?" she asked, still absorbing the paradisical environment.

"You cannot possibly know, but bees worldwide are on the verge of extinction. And if they disappear, all the crops and trees that depend on them to be pollinated will be lost as well. That would mean disaster for humanity. We are here to try to reverse that process"

"How?"

"Wait a bit, and don't move no matter what" Greta said with a mischievous smile, having seen something through the corner of her eyes.

All the bees that had been so concentrated in their work suddenly started to turn around and fly towards Chloe. The child couldn't help looking worried at them.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you, just stay still and don't move" Greta reassured her, taking a step back for good measure.

Hundreds of bees swarmed around the little redhead, landing on every inch of bare skin, but specially around her undeveloped breasts, tickling the sensitive skin of her chest with their tiny legs. True to Greta's promise, they didn't harm her in the least, and limited themselves to explore her prepubescent teats, concentrating around the puffy mounds of her nipples. Soon, her flat tits were buried under dozens of the scuttling insects, a veritable black bra of chitin. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, but that didn't answer her very pressing questions. Greta noticed her odd look and continued explaining.

"Your sisters and you were designed to have a highly mutable breast tissue. Rose's, for example, was geared towards plant hybridization. Yours, on the other hand" she said, pointing at her bee covered chest "were prepared to be suitable for them".

"Bees? What have my breasts to do with bees?".

"These bees you see now are a from generation hatched in preparation for your coming, spliced with your very own DNA. That's why they are attracted to your smell. They are incredibly resilient workers, friendly to humans, highly fertile, and don't need a queen. However, to achieve their maximum potential, they will need to live in a special beehive. One that is biologically compatible with their mutated genome".

"You are going to turn my breasts into beehives?" Chloe was not frightened at the prospect, quite the contrary, but it was a very strange experiment nonetheless.

"Very clever, Chloe! I knew you were a smart girl" Greta congratulated her "the bees will work within your mammary glands and ducts, eating and transforming them into their home. But first we will need to increase the housing space, so to speak, so we are going to multiply your breast rows and make them grow a bit".

That sounded exciting, bizarre and very painful. She approved of it.

"If your experiment is successful, we will prepare girls worldwide to be carriers of this new strain of bee, to repopulate the world with them. For your part, when your breasts become ready to accept the process, you'll return here to have them infected. That will happen in about two months from now but, for today, let's fulfil that promise to the twins".

As they left the area, Chloe, still sporting her 'beekini', learned about the purpose of the double set of doors. In the chamber between the first and the second set, a powerful fan created an ascending current that gently dislodged all the valuable bees from her breasts and made them tumble upwards until they exited through a hole in the ceiling to fly again into the contained forest environment.

Chloe's skin was again clear of insects, but the trace of their walks up and down had aroused her much more than she was ready to admit, even to herself. A veritable deluge of girl juices flowed down her thighs and Greta, after seeing it, decided to hurry with the lunch so the two of them could relieve the tension accumulated through all the morning.