The Parasite Farm

Awareness slowly crept into the newly born mind. It lay on its back on a cool, soft surface. Feeling out through its body, it wiggled fingers and toes and rotated shoulders. A rich, earthy scent permeated its senses and a delightful, crisp, crinkling sound of turbulent, pressurised, viscous ooze met its ears. The Construct felt pleased that its body was operational. Turning its head towards the sound and opening its eyes, it found a long, low box with a clear, bulbous lid hinged open. It would fit the Construct with room to spare, should it lie within. This was the healing tank it had just come from. The Construct felt it calling out.

Lithely moving over and squatting to peer in revealed the source of the noise. Chaotic swirls of writhing black fluid three-quarters filled the tank. Unthinking, connecting, it reached in, scooping up a palmful for closer inspection. Mesmerised, the Construct saw that this was not a liquid at all, but tiny, flat, iridescent, eel-like worms. There must have been billions writhing together in the mass below.

"Hello, little one." A familiar voice called from somewhere above and behind. Somehow the Construct knew the words were addressed to it. A reply would be appropriate.

"Aren't they beautiful, Professor?"

"Yes, honey, they are. You better put them back. They'll get sick out of the tank. How are you feeling?"

"This one is wonderful, Professor." The Construct replied, carefully lowering its delicate friends back into the pool.

"Do you feel different than before?" The professor asked after some consideration.

The Construct idly swirled a finger through the pool of parasites. They seemed to swarm and dance in reaction to the presence of its finger as it considered the question. It knew everything of its life before and a strange sense of vertigo assaulted it when trying to process that knowledge.

"This one feels... dissonant accessing that data. The answer is yes and specifics are challenging." The Construct's answer triggered an even longer pause in the Professor's reply. It continued to play gently, feeling its way through the billions of parasites, the biggest of which was only a few millimetres long.

"Okay, little one. Last question on this topic. What are your last memories before waking up here?"

At that, the Construct paused in its play. Fresh, clear memories leapt to the forefront of its mind. Important information for the Professor. It stood, turning to her, and both briefly froze, eyebrows raised in surprise at seeing the other. At first, the Construct thought the Professor must've grown or been far taller than it remembered. The obvious answer soon came to mind, however, as it realised it was at least six inches shorter than before. That wouldn't have been what surprised the Professor, though. She'd have known. She was clearly confused and a little shaken, so the Construct did the only thing it could think of to help her. It walked over and gave her a hug.

That didn't really take, though. Something was wrong. Stepping back, the Construct tried again, this time borrowing under the Professor's open lab coat. The skin-to-skin contact worked much better, the Professor letting out a long sigh of relief.

"You have changed a lot, little one. I'll be honest; I don't know how or why. Not exactly. You are an enigma and now barely qualify as human. In a good way. What are we going to do with you?" The question might have been rhetorical, but that was ignored by the Construct, happily snuggled between the Professor's heavy, pendulous breasts.

"If this one qualifies as a parasite-breeding sow," came a muffled voice, "put it to work. If not, this body will compost well. Other feed possibilities may also be considered in optimising revenue generation." The Professor snorted at the response.

"Well, preliminary data suggests you'll render a new, improved evolution of sows. I cannot foresee any other path representing better revenue potential."

The Construct sighed happily. "This is fortunate. This one's sow-sister opted for the same mental template." The professor stilled.

"Explain."

"This one established and developed communication with the mind engineering parasite. He learnt this one's self. Proximity allowed him to communicate with his brood sister, who was subjugating the pretty blue lady. That parasite had access to a willing mind but no species-mapping basis for communication rules. He sent her the mapping we'd developed, and then all six entities cooperated, engineering two perfect breeding sows. It was fun."

The Professor relaxed, pleasing the fresh, new gilt. Then she realised something.

"Six?"

"Yes, Professor. The healing tank hives were included so they could make the right bodies for the minds."

Breaking their cuddle, she took the happy Construct's hand and walked over to a sealed healing tank. It was surrounded by displays showing live scans inside, just like the Construct's had. None of that meant anything to the pure gilt. Through the clear lid, the roiling mass of tiny parasites churned at an incredible rate. The Construct recoiled at the sight.

"Professor, they are sad!" It exclaimed miserably.

"Be calm, piglet. These healing tanks struggle with Vingorians. Always have. The nanotech ones are better for healing us but are ineffective at age-regeneration. It is a long, hard process for both us and the parasites. It will be another ten days before she is done."

The Construct looked between the tank and the Professor, blinking.

"Please, may this one help?"

The Professor audibly 'hummed' at the request before tapping at her computer.

"Please vocalise everything going on so I know. When I say stop, you stop immediately."

The tank chirped and the lid opened. The Construct had its arm in, up to its bicep, before the lid was fully raised. It fished around for its friend, finding a tattered, regrowing thigh to rest its hand on. Focusing its mind, it reached out to the hivemind of the amassed parasites. Even through the hive's garbled, frustrated state, the Construct established communication.

"This one has connected, Professor. Requesting the hive to break healing protocols for communication." The surface of the tank calmed and a short time later, the Construct spoke again.

"The hive is blocked and requests permission to break the lock. It causes distress. This one suspects it is being told there is a genetically encrypted block."

"That's right," the Professor dejectedly admitted. "I know that's the reason. But this encryption cannot be broken." The Construct giggled, then quickly corrected itself.

"The hive again requests permission to break the lock."

"You giggled, little one. What did the hive say?" The Construct's face turned red.

"Professor. The hive was rude about you. In an exasperated way. The next part is difficult to translate due to this one's incomplete understanding. This one hopes you understand.

"An individual parasite cannot add one and one. All it can do is sequence, repair, and print genetic structures according to rules the hive sets from electromagnetic instruction and the chemical signals in the substrate. You use it to undo the process of ageing and rebuild broken tissue. It is the perfect billion-node gene-cracking tool. What you claim is impossible is, in fact, trivial. Professor, you engineered rules it cannot break, like, 'If the professor didn't tell you to, don't'. The hive repeats its request." There was then a pause as the Professor processed the idea.

"New rule. Genetic lockbreaking. Permission granted. Set permanent." The Professor tapped on her screen for a moment. The surface of the tank took on a much more ordered, gentle roil.

"One cup of coffee, please..."

"Sorry, little one?"

"Apologies, Professor. This one suspects the message is actually that it will take as long as you take to drink a cup of coffee. To break the lock."

Another assistant brought the Professor a cup of coffee as she pulled up a seat.

"Story time, little one. In terms so simple it's technically wrong. In time, you'll learn enough to properly understand. The genetically encrypted genetic block is hereditary. It was implemented thousands of years ago by an emperor who decided that that part of our gene sequence belonged only to the royal line. The people... composted the royal line for the desecration and in the ensuing chaos, we lost the keys and the technology to unlock the critical genetic trait. Millions of our people have tried to decrypt the sequence since. Even humans have been working on it. I therefore never considered the possibility. Do you know what the sequence prints?"

The Construct shook its head slowly, riveted by the tale.

"The Emperor wanted our tails for himself and his descendants. If the hive is successful, your sow-sister will have a beautiful tail."

"This one is very happy, Professor. The hive requests permission to..."

"Stop. Whatever it is, it is granted. Sorry, Piglet. I'm tired. Any last pressing issues?"

"Yes, Professor. This one made a plan with the big mind engineering parasite. He's very nice. The brood wishes to talk to you using this one's body and mind. We believe a mutually beneficial arrangement is possible in short order. Oh, new time for the pretty blue lady. Two and a half cycles to completion."

"Yeah, yeah, let's see the encryption broken before we get our hopes up."

The Professor handed her empty coffee mug off and turned to the Construct, only to be met with a wide grin. Glancing up at the screens, she was met with a faint but distinct additional appendage in the scanned data. A long, thin tail reached down, between her legs to the sister-sow's ankles.

The Construct was far stronger than it looked, easily holding and soothing the sobbing Professor for several minutes. In that time, a number of staff had appeared, gathered around worriedly. Eventually, one plucked up the courage to enquire as to what happened. She was another Vingorian. Young and athletic, all she wore were transparent, skin-tight panties. The Construct answered on behalf of the Professor.

"The Professor is currently in shock. This one believes it to be a good kind. An artefact of her work has produced an unexpected benefit. She has solved her people's greatest enigma. She broke the genetic lock." The girl pointed to the scan. The tail was even clearer now. Thankfully, plenty were around to comfort a second broken Vingorian.

Eventually, the Professor recovered enough that order was restored. The Construct, having been booked to be back in the lab tomorrow, was led out into the maze of white corridors by one of her pink-collared handlers. The two chatted happily, arm in arm, as they walked. The experienced breeder explained that very few sows ever come into this area. Having to learn one's way around and then navigate it alone was too stressful and harmed productivity. She had an implant that showed her the way. The Construct relaxed at that, happy it would not have to find its own way back.

"Here we are, cutie. This is your gilt group's sty for a couple of weeks. The G-one subgroup gilts are all back. It's only been a week so expect the others to trickle in over the next ten days. Make yourself comfortable, follow the guidance, and have fun. Oh, and don't wander off. The doors here are not locked." At that, she opened the door and ushered the Construct through, closing it as she retreated.

The Construct had no time to take in the room. Cooing, white-collared gilts surrounded it, trading welcoming kisses and tracing its skin with delicate fingers. They were all slight in build and below average height, yet all stood taller than the Construct. It felt safe, cocooned in their care and it reached out to return their caresses. Who they were before never entered its mind. That was irrelevant. Who they were now was important. A good breeding sow shows care for her sisters after all.

The most attentive of the group were a pair of identical twins. They were adorable with their pale skin, green eyes, and green hair. They had wide hips and slender limbs, narrow waists, and cute, perky breasts with hard nipples that felt amazing as they brushed the Construct's skin.

A male gilt, or stag to use the correct term, was in this group. He had a very feminine look and feel with a subtly curvaceous figure, rounded out facial features, and a hint of boobs with large, swollen nipples. He had two major defining features. First, his hair was waist-length, voluminous, and electric blue. Second, he had a monstrous cock, nestling against his curvy thighs, nearly to his knees.

The last of the group was the tallest; not that that was saying much. She was also the youngest in appearance, though her large, perfectly shaped breasts sitting high on her chest could fool a casual glance. She moved and acted as a younger person did too, her thin limbs seemingly not quite in control as she enthusiastically bounced. Despite all that, she was a stunning creature with dark skin and long, straight, white hair that hugged close to her head before cascading down her back. Sparkling light-blue eyes gave her an innocent and naive look that made the Construct want to cuddle her.

With the twins pulling a hand each, they agreed a quick tour would be given. The room was T-shaped, with the entrance at the bottom of the 'T'. All surfaces were a deep, fleshy-textured pink, glistening with an oily sheen. They walked along the edge of a long, rectangular pool of dark, rippling liquid to a sunken relaxation area.

"Over there are the feeding and bowel cleaning parasites, ten of each." One of the twins was commenting, pointing. "The waste parasites are no longer needed. These are a little different apparently, but we can't tell the difference. And the other side is the showering area. We all hang out and sleep here in the pit. We've been told not to go in the pool yet. Our handlers told us not to think about it.

"This screen," she pointed to a large holographic display on the wall over the pit, "is how they tell us what to do. It beeps when we should look at it."

The gilts all settled into the relaxation pit, chatting happily. Their discussion centred on their experience of the area they found themselves in. The Construct was happy to partake.

"This one feels happy to relax here. It's so soft and squishy against this one's body. The lubricant is warm and deep and smells nice." The Construct lifted another palm of clear ooze to massage into another gilt's breast.

"Oh, cutie, you'll so like it here. The stag is new today too, aren't you, dear? At night, tentacles come to play. I was so full I thought I'd burst. It was dreamy." The Construct noted it was the dark-skinned gilt that spoke.

"I wonder how they'll manage this." The stag's hand joined another on his now turgid member.

"This one believes any gilt here would be honoured to ensure your cock's warmth and comfort overnight."

A twin gilt slipped free from the Construct's side and straddled the stag. She could only manage just over half vaginally. Her anus was more accommodating and the gilts had fun working together to get her settled fully down to the root before settling again, this time centred around the conjoined pair. There was ample room in the pit to spread out; however, the gilts preferred to maximise contact with each other, gathering in a tight pile.

The conversation continued, the gilts talking about their experiences so far during their induction. Something about the Construct eventually became apparent to the other gilts and the dark-skinned one broached the subject.

"Cutie, you don't remember any of us, do you?"

The Construct had to think for a moment, her face scrunching up adorably.

"This one's treatment worked better than hoped for. This one is not clear if it is permitted to discuss details. A new personality, one that attempts to make the perfect breeding sow, has been applied. Details of the past are known and only parsed when sow-relevant because processing memories and knowledge formed in another mind are... unnecessary. This one prioritises knowing you as you are in any given moment. It finds you all happy and gorgeous and it loves you deeply. Who you were does not matter."

"Fucking hardcore girl. You're like... a completely different person!" The stag remarked, running a slippery, welcome hand up the Construct's thigh.

"Negative." It replied, pulling the hand to cup its crotch. "The previous mind was desperate to find relief from its existence through becoming a good sow. It built this personality."

"Wow!" A twin exclaimed, then wondered, "Will we all be allowed to do this? I've discovered I love the freedom rejection of self and responsibility gives me, but you take all that to a whole new level. You're like a piece of talking furniture."

The Construct giggled. "The astonishingly pretty twin is close to perfect. This one doubts any benefits could exceed the cost and risk. This personality is expected to gain nuance over time as it settles into its soul and optimises for sow-sister..."

The Construct was going to add more but at that moment the beeps sounded and the lights dimmed, highlighting the cleaning parasites. The gilts untangled themselves and scurried up, out of the pit to the glowing wall. There were ten sphincters so plenty of room to spread out. Of course, they all squeezed together in a group so they could hold hands as they pressed their slippery rears back. After a little jostling and giggling, the wall took over, sucking and sealing them in. The Construct noted with pleasure that it had direct skin contact, hip-to-hip, behind the wall with the gilts on each side. The group's shared orgasm was great fun and as soon as their tired bodies were released, the beeps sounded again. Shower time, apparently.

"Weird," a twin commented, "we were fed next, the last two nights."

The group enjoyed a hot shower that left them refreshed and dripping wet. The Construct assumed with delight that they were about to get very messy again.

An enormous cylindrical piston, its glistening padded head exactly matching the pit directly below, pushed down partway from the ceiling. It felt like a giant crushing machine, primed and ready. More loud beeps had the gilts checking the screen. It showed five cartoon humanoids in the pit, standing in a circle holding hands, the huge piston lowering to meet them. The Construct felt a flood of arousal at the thought. A productive use had been decided. Five gilts rushed to comply, jumping into the pit, now twice as deep in thick, hot lubricant. Dollops of viscous mucus dropped onto the gilts from the piston as tentacles pushed out of the head.

Beyond the dark pool, the door opened, and five stunning Amazon women entered. They were each over six feet tall and had the kind of bodies only seen in vidshows. As they got closer, the Construct could make out details that had been harder to see in the gloom. Each had a transparent dome enclosing their head, locked to a thick, padded red collar on their neck. Articulated frames, fitted snugly to their skulls, supported the domes in a clever arrangement that allowed the wearer to move naturally without their face ever hitting the inner surface. Their skin, completely hairless, had a deep chocolate brown colour. They wore transparent one-piece swimsuits, gloves, and booties that all appeared to have been vacuum-fitted.

One newcomer approached each gilt, grabbing the closest hanging tentacle as they did. Each hanging tentacle forked into two thinner tendrils a couple of feet from the end. Wordlessly, the Amazons carefully tilted the gilt's heads back and started feeding the tentacle's tendrils into each of their nostrils. It was uncomfortable at first but the Construct quickly got used to it and started enjoying the feeling of them pushing their way down the back of its throat.