Breeding the Earthling

BREEDING THE EARTHLING

Chapter Ten

Professor Tok's students hurried to prepare the endoscopic equipment, wheeling over a sleek metal cart laden with gleaming tools.

The professor selected a long, flexible tube from the array, holding it up for Juro to see. It was thicker than the enema nozzle, with a small camera lens on the tip. Lubricating jelly was applied liberally to the shaft of the scope.

"This endoscope will allow us to examine your rectal cavity and newly formed womb in great detail," Professor Tok explained clinically. "We'll be able to assess the health of the tissues and check for any successful embryo implantation. Deep breaths now," Professor Tok instructed. "Try to relax your internal muscles."

Juro panted harshly through his nose, struggling to obey even as his body quivered with tension. The metal bands around his wrists and ankles held him firmly in place, leaving him no option but to submit to the invasive procedure.

With steady pressure, Professor Tok began to feed the long, flexible tube into Juro's rectum. Juro gasped as his newly-healed orifice stretched to allow the girth of the scope. He could feel every inch of the instrument as it snaked deeper into his body.

On a screen mounted above the table, high-definition images of Juro's glistening pink insides were projected for Professor Tok and the students to study. They watched with rapt fascination as the camera at the tip of the scope transmitted its journey through Juro's depths.

"Observe the vascularization of the rectal mucosa," Professor Tok narrated, guiding the scope with deft twists of his tentacles. "The tissue appears healthy and well-perfused, having fully healed from the trauma of the previous session."

The endoscope pressed deeper, rounding the bend of Juro's sigmoid colon. Juro groaned at the strange pressure, belly clenching around the invading instrument. On the screen, the camera captured the rhythmic undulations of his bowel walls, slick with mucus.

"Now, let's see if our breeding efforts have borne fruit," Professor Tok said, anticipation coloring his normally flat tone.

The endoscope slid further still, until the tip reached Juro's altered reproductive organs. There on the screen was his newly formed uterus, a small, pink pouch nestled between his colon and bladder.

Professor Tok manipulated the controls, zooming in for a closer look. The camera panned over the spongy walls of Juro's womb, searching for any sign of implantation.

For long moments, there was only the wet squelch of the scope moving in his altered anatomy, the hum of the machines, and Juro's harsh breathing. Then finally, Professor Tok made a noise of disappointment.

"It appears fertilization has not occurred," Professor Tok announced with a hint of annoyance. "Despite the volume and variety of semen introduced to the subject's reproductive tract, there are no visible signs of attachment or embryonic development."

Juro shuddered on the table, conflicting emotions warring within him at the news. A part of him was awash with relief - the idea of being impregnated, his body distorted to incubate an alien parasite, had filled him with dread and revulsion. But another part of him ached with disappointment.

Professor Tok withdrew the endoscope from Juro's body with a wet, sucking sound. A thin trickle of lubricant dribbled out of the human's hole and slid down his perineum.

"The failure to conceive is likely due to an issue with the subject's uterine environment," Professor Tok mused, their eyeball analyzing the readouts on his datapad. "We will need to refine the regimen of hormonal injections and make adjustments to the nutrient slurry to optimize fertility before the next insemination session."

The professor glided over to a lab bench, long tentacles already selecting vials of unknown substances and syringes.

"This new formulation should stimulate increased ovum production and prime the uterine lining for implantation," Professor Tok said, holding up the syringe of pale pink liquid for the students to see.

Juro trembled as Professor Tok approached with the large syringe filled with unknown drugs. The human's thighs tensed, instinctively trying to close, to protect his vulnerable opening from further violation. But the metal restraints held him firmly splayed, leaving him no defense.

"We'll need to ensure thorough coverage and absorption of the fertility enhancers," Professor Tok said clinically. "Direct injection into the uterine lining will be most effective."

The professor glided over to a cabinet and retrieved a large, intimidating metal device. Juro's eyes widened in fearful recognition - it was a speculum, the kind used for livestock examinations. The long, curved blades gleamed under the harsh lab lights.

Professor Tok brought the speculum to Juro's upturned rear, the cold metal making him flinch.

"Deep breaths," the professor instructed dispassionately. "This will facilitate access to your womb."

Professor Tok inserted the speculum into Juro who yelped at the intrusion. It went in deep. Then, slowly, the professor cranked the handle, opening the speculum blades inside Juro's anal channel.

Juro panted harshly through his nose as he was opened wider and wider, the stretch burning through his pelvis. He could feel cool air wafting over his defenseless insides, his guts revealed to the room.

"Excellent dilation," Professor Tok commented, peering between the speculum blades. "The subject's rectal cavity is sufficiently visible for direct injection."

The professor held up the large syringe, the pale pink fluid sloshing ominously within the barrel.

With his other tentacles bracing on Juro's splayed cheeks, Professor Tok guided the syringe between the speculum blades. Juro held his breath, entire body tensed in anticipation. He could feel the rubbery tip of the tentacle slithering through his propped-open hole, sliding along his sensitive walls.

The tentacle probed deeper into Juro's body, following the route previously mapped by the endoscope. It stroked over his prostate, making him jolt and shudder at the intense sensation. Deeper still it delved, until the tip brushed against the entrance to his womb.

"Injecting the serum now," Professor Tok narrated.

There was a moment of pressure, then a sudden, sharp pinch as the needle pierced through the delicate ring of muscle.

Juro gasped, body tensing at the sudden stab of pain deep inside him. But he had no time to adjust before Professor Tok depressed the plunger, pumping the contents of the syringe directly into his tender womb lining.

The pale pink fluid gushed into Juro's defenseless uterus, coating the spongy walls in a wash of tingling warmth. He could feel it spreading through him, seeping into his altered tissues with an unnatural heat.

Professor Tok withdrew the syringe and tentacle from Juro's gaped open hole. "The fertility enhancers are already taking effect," the alien remarked, their eyeball roving critically over Juro's flushed, trembling form. "Observe the increased vasocongestion in the reproductive organs. His uterus is engorging, preparing for insemination and implantation."

Clear slick began to seep from Juro's open hole, dribbling down to puddle on the table below.

The assembled students murmured in excitement as they watched Juro's body react to the drugs.

Professor Tok tapped a command into his datapad. "It's time to make another attempt at breeding. All students will take turns inseminating the subject. Ejaculate as deep as possible to maximize the chances of fertilization."

Juro made a choked noise, half despair and half desperate arousal at the pronouncement. His altered mind recoiled at the idea of repeating all he'd gone through before again, but his body... oh his treacherous body ached to be filled. The drugs pumping through his system had his hormones surging, every cell crying out for alien cock.

"When not actively being inseminated, the subject is to be kept in the milking apparatus," Professor Tok continued dispassionately. "The fertility drugs should increase milk production as well. Stimulate the mammary glands frequently to maximize output."

To be constantly milked like a cow when he wasn't being used as a breeding hole...

The humiliation and degradation crashed over him, even as his nipples tingled and dripped in shameful anticipation.

The students eagerly shed their lab coats, a rainbow of tentacles, cocks, and ovipositors springing forth. They crowded around the breeding bench, stroking their various appendages.

Juro's eyes glazed over, his mind finally shattering under the relentless onslaught of drugs and conditioning. The last vestiges of resistance crumbled away, leaving only a desperate, aching void that craved filling. His altered body thrummed with need, every cell crying out to be used, bred, and milked.

"Yessss..." Juro heard himself whine, a throaty, wanton sound. "Please fuck me. I want it. I need to be bred so badly."

The words spilled from his lips thoughtlessly, all higher cognition drowned out by the driving need pulsing in his altered body. His hips undulated on the table, a blatant, shameless invitation.

Professor Tok made a pleased sound, tentacles tapping at his data pad. "The subject is displaying optimal receptivity and eagerness to breed. Conditioning and pharmacological intervention appear to be a resounding success."

With a few more taps, the metal restraints fell away from Juro's wrists and ankles with a series of clanks. But Juro made no move to close his legs or cover himself.

Instead, he immediately reached down and hooked his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs up and out in a lewd display.

The new position tilted his hips up further, presenting his slick hole to the room. His rim, puffy and glistening pink from the speculum's stretch, twitched and winked, beckoning the students forward.

"Breed me," Juro mewled, too far gone to feel anything other than desire. "Pour your seed in me, as deep as you can. I want to be full of your babies."

Juro's hands slid from his thighs to his ass, his fingers sinking into the generous flesh. Shamelessly, he pulled his cheeks apart, splaying himself open even further, revealing the slick depths of his eager cunt to his equally eager audience.

Professor Tok pulled up his data pad ready to take notes. "You may begin."

***

Months later, Juro was barely recognizable as the same man who had first been strapped to the breeding bench. His once flat stomach now bulged, stretched taut and heavy with the fruit of countless breedings.

Juro lay back on the exam table, his gravid belly rising before him like a mountain. His legs were splayed wide, feet locked into stirrups on either side of the table. After months of near constant use and alteration, the humiliation he'd once felt about his altered body was a distant thing, drowned out by the constant, gnawing ache of need that suffused him.

During his frequent examinations, the Professor allowed his students to soothe Juro by letting him suck their cocks while his man cunt was poked and prodded. Today was no different and, while the professor helped himself to Juro's bottom, the human subject was slurping happily away on a student's knob.

Professor Tok loomed between Juro's spread thighs, tentacles probing and examining Juro's distended stomach with clinical detachment. The alien pressed down on Juro's belly, assessing the firmness and position of the hybrid fetuses squirming within.

"Gestation is progressing well," Professor Tok announced to the gathered students, who watched the examination. "The subject's womb has expanded to accommodate the multiple pregnancies. I estimate he is currently carrying at least a half a dozen offspring."

Juro moaned around the thick alien cock pumping between his lips, the degrading talk washing over him. The alien cock in his mouth pulled out with a wet pop and was immediately replaced by another, the student eagerly taking his turn using Juro's throat. Juro accepted it mindlessly, his red-rimmed eyes glazed and unfocused.

Both of Juro's hands were occupied as well, stroking and squeezing the cocks of two other students who crowded close to the exam table. The aliens groaned and thrust into Juro's grip, their shafts pulsing and leaking over his busy fingers.

Below, Professor Tok pushed a long, thick tentacle into Juro's slick, gaping hole, the appendage sinking deep into Juro's altered channel until it was buried to the root.

Juro whimpered around the cock in his mouth as he felt the tentacle push past his abused prostate to wriggle into his gravid womb. The professor's probing appendage stroked over the heavy globes of the hybrid fetuses, assessing their size and activity.

Juro's hips rolled shamelessly, grinding down on the invading tentacle, greedy for more stimulation. His grossly enlarged clit throbbed, the engorged bud peeking out from beneath its hood, red and glistening.

He wished one of the aliens would touch it. Flick it. Suck it. Anything. Juro pumped his hips up and down, hoping the professor would understand what he wanted.

Professor Tok withdrew his tentacle from Juro's spasming cunt with a wet squelch. "The offspring have shifted into position," the alien announced. "Dilation is progressing rapidly. Prepare to receive the newborns."

...What?

Juro panted harshly as the cocks withdrew from his mouth and hands. He started to say, "Wait, I'm not ready," but he only managed to say "Wait," before his body became consumed by the overwhelming sensations of impending birth. Slick gushed from his clenching hole, his abused vaginal walls stretching impossibly wider with each contraction.

The first hybrid infant crowned at Juro's entrance, bulging out his swollen, glistening folds. Juro threw his head back and screamed, the sound raw and animalistic, as the alien newborn forced its way out of his straining body. With a gush of fluids, the infant slipped out from between Juro's thighs and into Professor Tok's waiting tentacles.

"A healthy male specimen," the professor declared, holding up the wriggling, fluid-drenched newborn for the students to see.

The newborn hybrid squirmed in Professor Tok's tentacles, mewling and blinking up at the bright lab lights. Though wet with birth fluids, the resemblance to Bocci was unmistakable - the infant had a puppy-like muzzle, floppy ears, and a little tail that wagged weakly.

Bocci stepped forward, his own tail wagging excitedly as he reached for his offspring. Professor Tok handed the newborn over and Bocci cradled it tenderly, his long tongue swiping over the baby to clean away the remnants of afterbirth. The infant yipped and nuzzled into Bocci's furry chest, seeking warmth and comfort.

After a thorough cleaning, Bocci carried the pup back to Juro. He laid the baby gently on the human's heaving chest. Instinctively, the infant rooted around, its little muzzle questing until it latched onto one of Juro's swollen, leaking nipples. Juro gasped at the sudden draw on his sensitive flesh as the pup began to suckle hungrily, its tiny paws kneading at the giving mound of Juro's breast.

Juro had only a moment to process the strange sensation of nursing before another strong contraction seized him. He groaned, bearing down, and the next two babies crowded his birth canal. With a gush of fluids, a pair of humanoid shark infants slithered out onto the table between Juro's quivering thighs.

The twins were sleek and streamlined, their skin a mottled gray. Slits on either side of their necks fluttered - rudimentary gills not yet ready for water. Delicate fins protruded from their spines and the backs of their arms. When they blinked up at the room, their eyes were pure black, fathomless and glossy.

Gex surged forward, scooping up his progeny with a delighted croon. The infants burbled and chirped, their little mouths filled with rows of tiny, sharp teeth.

"I knew our offspring would be exquisite," Gex crooned, his own razor-sharp smile stretching wide. He looked up at Juro with gleaming eyes. "You and I make quite the pair, sweet thing."

Juro could only moan weakly in response, his body wracked with another powerful contraction. He bore down, feeling an incredible pressure as the next infant pushed insistently at his stretched opening. With a drawn out groan and a gush of fluids, a baby tumbled out to land on the table.

This newborn was quite different from the others. Its body was covered in fine, interlocking plates of chitin, a soft pale gray like oyster shells. A stubby horn protruded from its brow, the surface ridged and spiraled.

The infant lay curled on the table, its little limbs tucked close to its armored body. Then suddenly, the tiny horn began to vibrate and emit a low, thrumming hum. The sound resonated through the room, a deep, soothing pulse.

Rorne stepped forward, his own magnificent horn glowing and vibrating in response, the two appendages harmonizing. The proud sire reached down and scooped his offspring up, cradling the infant against his armored chest. The baby's hum intensified, its horn strobing in a rhythmic pattern that perfectly matched Rorne's.

"A strong, healthy Cornet," Professor Tok declared. "The horn-song has already begun, the bond between sire and progeny established."

Rorne carried the humming infant over to Juro and carefully laid it on the human's chest next to the suckling pup. The baby Cornet immediately latched onto Juro's other nipple, its toothless mouth clamping down and sucking hungrily.

As it nursed, its little horn continued to flicker and hum, the vibrations travelling directly into Juro's sensitive nipple. Juro gasped, back arching at the strange but not unpleasant sensation. It felt like a buzzing warmth spreading through his chest, stimulating his milk production.

Juro panted. He was lost in a haze of intense sensation - the stretching burn of his contracting womb, the relief of expelling each squirming infant, the demanding pull of hungry mouths on his nipples.

Juro had no respite, however, as yet another fetus was already pushing insistently at his stretched opening.

For hours, Juro labored, his body wracked with contractions. Each new birth brought a fresh wave of agony and an unwelcome spark of ecstasy as his nerve endings fired wildly, pleasure and pain inseparably melded.

By the time the final offspring squirmed free of his passage, Juro was limp and glassy-eyed on the table, his abused body shiny with sweat, fluids, and iridescent afterbirth. A half-dozen alien infants wriggled on his chest and between his splayed thighs, chirping and burbling.

"Splendid," Professor Tok said, tentacles efficiently cleaning and checking over each newborn hybrid. "The offspring are healthy and display an excellent variety of traits from each species. This breeding session has been a resounding success."

The professor turned his attention back to Juro's exhausted form. Tentacles gently probed at Juro's puffy, inflamed genitals, assessing the damage from the multiple births.

Professor Tok continued his examination of Juro's body, tentacles prodding and assessing. "The subject's body has handled the strain of the multiple births remarkably well," the alien commented clinically. "The elasticity of the rectal tissues is quite impressive. With minimal healing and hormone adjustments, he should be ready for insemination again very soon."

Juro could only moan weakly as the professor handled his most intimate areas, still lost in the haze of post-birth endorphins and conditioning. His altered mind latched onto the implication in Professor Tok's words - that he would soon be bred again, his body used as an incubator for more alien young. His exhausted cunt clenched weakly at the thought, a fresh trickle of slick leaking out to join the fluids already pooled beneath his hips.