Human Zoo Exhibit

Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

Likewise, as the title, description and tags make clear, this is a sci-fi and mind control-themed incest story, with characters whose bodies have what in real life would be very rare and unrealistic proportions, including the bustiest female character in any of my stories yet, with those characters being in a rather unenviable situation. If you believe that any of this might not be to your liking, feel free to discard this story. If not, then I wish you happy reading.

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"Watch this, Dad," Francesca cheekily announced to her father, lounged in a chair behind her, as she prepared to run towards the large pool in front of them.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

Ricardo watched as his daughter ran towards the pool, quickly giving his neural interface a mental command to record everything he now saw in slow-motion so he could rewatch it later, and stared at her as every curve of her voluptuous, top-heavy body shook as she got closer and closer to the pristine water.

Splash!

After her naked body made a picture-perfect jump into the water, Ricardo turned his mental recording off and saved the slow-motion recording deep in his interface's memory banks.

He didn't do this just to creep on Francesca. For any modern person, neural interfaces were an essential part of life, and with theirs now cut off from the outside world, he couldn't help but take every opportunity to use his to its fullest potential.

With this behind him, he lay in his chair, the smart material bending its form in response to his demands to make itself as comfortable as possible to him, and rested, enjoying the warmth of the giant lamps on the ceiling dozens of kilometers above.

Ten seconds after jumping into the water, his daughter reemerged above the surface. First her pretty face and giant breasts, then the rest of her top half had broken back up above the surface and she quickly swam to the side of the pool opposite to the one her younger sister was sitting by and playing with the water with her feet.

Ricardo watched his older daughter as she anchored herself to the edge of the pool with her elbows, bent her head backward and, just like her father, decided to enjoy what this place's lighting system offered.

Though, he thought to himself, unlike him, she actually looked good doing so. The light made her beautiful face look almost irresistible, and the water covering the bronze skin of her mammoth tits glistened as they floated in front of her on the surface.

A gorgeous woman, enjoying a dream vacation in a beautiful place.

Well, that was what this was

supposed

to be. They were looking for a family vacation in a fun, carefree, preferably historical setting, and, admittedly, they got what they wanted, as the large house behind the pool currently inhabited by his daughters showed.

A spacious two-story house, almost a mansion really, early-to-mid-22nd century North American style if he had to guess, with all the best appliances and luxuries of that era which, even now over a millennium later, were acceptable to modern citizens of advanced habitats such as them. The large pool filled with crystal-clean water was the least of it. Furniture and in-house environment that, like the lightning system, communicated with their neural interfaces and personalized itself to their wishes, which was one of the few things they could even use their interfaces for here, a dedicated, immersive Augmented Reality/Virtual Reality playroom, in addition to all the rooms in it supporting externally-created AR as well, biotech-based food fabricators and a picturesque garden surrounding the house, maintained by dedicated robots that knew how to make themselves unnoticed to not bother the inhabitants, just like their kind tasked with keeping the house clean.

On that front, yes, they were given everything they signed up for.

The only problem was that they didn't sign up for the half-dome surrounding the garden, roughly terminating it and cutting them off from the outside world. This barrier of grayish, translucent plexiglass-style material, which extended upwards a couple hundred meters where it terminated at roughly what would have been its midpoint had it continued to create an actual dome, was now the boundary of their entire world, of their prison, of their

cage

.

And the lighting system was also a bummer. As warm and bright as it was, they already had one on their own orbital and wanted to experience some natural light on their skins finally.

Though, when it came to making the water on Francesca's huge tits glisten, María's skin was already too dry for that, the artificial light very much did what it was meant to do.

Very large breasts, much bigger than usual for women in most other human cultures, whether genetically original or altered, were the norm in their one. Their earliest ancestors made sure of that with genetic engineering, which many believe was among the best available in that era. Whether on the orbital they lived on, or in the smaller daughter settlements the people of Toro Solar had created for themselves and friendly foreigners over time, one was sure to see oceans of women with bodacious, curvaceous, and top-heavy bodies.

Why was that? Nobody was sure, but there were theories.

By far the most common belief, and one officially promoted by the government and in the official records, was that their first ancestors were colonists coming straight from Old Earth, and like many other such groups, after finding out just how much their ways of life will have to change with the new environment, decided to hold onto the aspects of their culture they could preserve with all their might, no matter what. In their specific case, the people of Toro Solar Orbital were supposedly the descendants of people from the Old Earth country of "Mexico", which was apparently a country where busty and curvy women were quite liked, and so their "Mexican" ancestors decided to make sure that large bubble butts and huge round tits won't disappear from their descendants' culture any time soon. Lots of colonies directly descended from Old Earth did something similar, after all, and all of them, including many Toro Solarians, would fiercely argue with anyone who dared to imply that they were anything less than a direct, unbroken continuation and a perfect image of the societies they claimed descent from, no matter how implausible some of the social norms, sexual practices and technological aspects of their culture would be for inhabitants of a primitive world where the basic struggle for survival ruled.

The other theories, understandably, were less popular among the public as they inevitably cut down on the claims of cultural purity.

One was that maybe the ancestors were actually another group, or multiple groups, who decided that they wanted to create a society like this, and as a unifying factor, simply appropriated the identity of a country that may or may not have still existed at the time, which likewise nobody was sure about, the surviving records were simply

that

shoddy.

And then you had another group of people who rejected both of those theories and claimed that both just hint at the truth that an original group of Mexican colonists who embraced the ideal body images of their culture were later joined by various other groups and immigrants who simply went where busty and curvy women were, and that's how their present culture came to be. This third group tended to get annoyed whenever you pointed out that just something was in the middle between two extremes didn't mean that it was the truth.

Be that as it may, whatever the reason they looked like this, here they now were, and their bodies were what they were. Just like they had no idea who their ancestors truly were, so those people had no idea that the bodies they've engineered and perfected for themselves and their children would one day be the reason why their descendants would be a prized possession to take and put in places like this.

Ricardo looked at his daughters again. María already got bored of playing with the water and had now gone to sun herself on the perfectly soft, expertly-cut, shiny green grass which started just a few meters away from the pool area. Her golden-blonde hair shone in the light, and her huge round asscheeks and 32J breasts, just a small bit bigger than the average for a woman from the Toro Solarian culture, dominated her body, the former seemingly lifting a good part of her back off of the ground and not allowing it to touch the dirt, while her breasts proudly jutted upwards and melted to the sides simultaneously.

Francesca, still enjoying the water, skin sunning her bronze-golden form with half of her body under the surface, her dark hair wet and with a few strands of it floating on the surface just like her massive breasts did, looked like the queen of the pool. Like it was simply made for her and existed solely for her to enjoy. Ever the high achiever, his first daughter had chosen to stand out even on their orbital. Her massive 34N tits absolutely dominated her frame, putting even her peachy, round butt, which was even a bit bigger than María's, as Francesca was over a head taller than her younger sister, to shame and effective invisibility as far as other people were concerned, which Ricardo himself personally experienced. Body augmentation, especially of the breasts and other body parts which saw some sexy action the most, was very far from unknown on Toro Solar, but usually tended to be temporary and personal, as there was a widespread belief that there was not much to improve on their ancestors' perfect design.

For his part, he didn't quite agree with that. That's why he, just like a very significant minority of the other men in the orbital, got himself a bigger cock. Specifically, a 28-centimeter one, or an 11-inch one as a few of their neighboring settlements measured them. He never understood that particular system, but considering that everyone still using cup sizes was seen as rather backward by the wider Earth-descended society, he probably didn't have much of a right to judge.

It wasn't out of any particular egalitarian principle or belief that female bodies were unjustly overengineered by the ancestors. Maybe for some weird men it was, but for most of them, giant dicks simply fit giant tits better, and what he got was what most got as well. For him, a standard augmentation was enough.

Not so for his daughter. She got herself bigger breasts than most Toro Solarian women would, and she made it a dominant, permanent genetic change that any of her naturally born daughters were certain to inherit.

Ah, yes. Daughters. Inherit. Children. There was only one way for both of his daughters to get pregnant and have children now, and his cock twitched and started slowly filling with blood as he thought of it. How has he not realized this sooner?

"C'mon Dad, scared they might be too much for you?" he remembered as his older daughter joked, twenty or so years ago, when she was showing him the holographic, full-body projection of how she'd look like with those giant milkers.

He had no idea how to feel about that remark now.

"Everything OK Dad?" Francesca asked, seeing that her father was looking roughly in her direction, but not exactly at her.

"Sure is sweetie," Ricardo tried to assure his daughter.

"Of course it is, how could it not?!" María called out at them while staring somewhere far above them, at the ceiling kilometers and kilometers above. "After all, we have the best vacation ever!" she said, the sarcasm palpable in her voice and she made sure to order her neural interface to notify theirs that she was attempting the maximum sarcasm possible for her, prompting her father and sister to both chuckle when the colorful notification popped up in their fields of vision. "How could Dad not enjoy it?! He's just gawking at how awesome you look in that pool with that house behind you and the garden to your sides," she said and sent their neural interfaces a photo of how Francesca looked like right now front the front as María was looking at her.

"The best decision I ever made," the dark-haired sister commented when she saw how her incredible figure looked like right now, covered in glistening water.

"I can only agree," her father commented, and sent her the slow-motion video he took of her jumping into the water.

"Oooh, Daaad."

"What, I wanna see as well?!" María interrupted, annoyance alerts popping up in her father's and big sister's sight. "Oooh, nice!" she replied after both of them sent her the video at the same time. "Now set your interface to automatically record or take pictures of her when she'll

leave

the water, it'll be the best decision you ever made!"

"I'm sure," he replied, amused, but did do exactly as she suggested.

"Because we kinda know what the

worst

decision you, I mean, all of us, ever did," she added.

"Yeah," Ricardo concurred, while Francesca nodded with a sigh that sounded like a muffled laugh.

Frankly, he wished the way they've ended here had been better. Cooler. He wished the pirates had taken them the old way, blasting their way into the passenger ship carrying them during a full-out space battle, allowing him and the other passengers to protect their families one last time in a heroic last stand, taking at least some of the bastards down with them and maybe even winning. Or at least saving themselves.

Gods, that would've been incredible.

But, that wasn't what they've faced.

Instead, the weapon that had been used to bring them here wasn't anything emitting lasers or projectiles, but simply an offer that seemed just believable enough to not be too good to be true and an ad that made their captors seem trustworthy enough. There weren't any radars announcing the arrival of the enemy fleet. Instead, a single automated personal ship was sent for them.

Was it stupid for them to get onto a ship under the control of people, whether biological or AIs or any other, whom they've never seen or interacted with before, alone, just the three of them? In hindsight, sure, but they've already done that enough times back home for it to seem to be a routine process, even though it wasn't.

The only red flag that should've alerted them that something was happening was the fact that the ship remained cut off from the rest of the world communication-wise even after they'd passed through the wormhole, and by that point, it was too late. When they finally landed after traveling for three months after that and saw where they were taken after the ship's gates opened, they couldn't even try to resist. They just got some things that looked like chips or receivers made from biotech injected into the napes of their necks, walked to where they were told to move, and that was it.

Were they already under the effect of some mind-affecting technology to make them show so little resistance then? Replaying those moments both literally and figuratively in his mind, he was still unsure about whether he had a real reason to suspect so, or whether he just wanted to believe it. But if that were so, then their captors probably wouldn't have needed to inject those,

things

, into their nerve systems.

Sounds of commotion outside of the dome brought him back to the present.

"Well would you look at that," María commented, looking in the direction the sounds were coming from.

"Bigger crowd than the last time," Francesca added. "That was about three days ago, right?"

"Well, I slept about two times since then, so it could be," her younger sister replied and looked at her. "But then, you're probably keeping track of time even better than our NIs anyway. Right Dad?"

Ricardo barely acknowledged his daughter's remark, quickly looking at her before returning his gaze at the growing crowd in front of the barrier between them. "Have any of them ever looked like this?" he asked, more into the air than his daughters, before sending the two of them a photo he took through his NI of the two beings he was focusing on in the crowd.

"No, I don't think so," María mentally replied. "Damn, the right one looks creepy," she added and sent them a photo of it.

"More like the left one," Francesca countered, this time verbally. "That one at least looks kind of normal, the other one is, just... I don't know, that thing's just creeping me out. It, he, she, whatever, it's body is creepy. It's pure uncanny valley," she explained, and used her NI to quickly put together a collage comparing the being with various stock examples of the term she mentioned and send it to her father in sister, all in less than two seconds.

"Yes," her father simply replied mentally, just like María before, and continued to watch the spectators.

He couldn't disagree with his children's assessment of the two beings who, if he had to guess from their position in the crowd and their closeness to the control panel, had now apparently taken the lead role in what he knew was coming. In what was always coming whenever the crowds had come to visit and look at them. Which was the reason why María reminded them that he and Francesca had a very good reason to count the time in between those visits.

The one to the right was indeed more monstrous looking. A large, writhing mass of dozens and dozens of blood-red tentacles ending with unblinking eyes and covered in scales and sharp bony outgrowths wasn't a welcome sight at the best of days even in the safest habitats, and that was just barely taking into account the fact that it was at least three times taller than him even now, curled up on the ground as much as it could. He definitely realized why María found it to be more offputting than its companion.

On the other hand, Francesca perfectly described the skin-crawling figure next to it. The thing's body looked like a black burlap sack consisting of various pulsating shapes slapped together to the point of barely being discernible as different pieces making up one whole. These shapes, he guessed, were its visible and seemingly just barely, if at all, protected organs. At the black body's top was its head, which looked utterly like the skull of some avian-canine hybrid, with two equally skeletal hands and four multi-jointed legs.

If he had to guess, the two were a xeno and a human-descended being, the burlap sack with bones being the former and its comrade tracing his or its family line back to Old Earth. Sure, its appearance would've been utterly horrifying to the Homeworld's ancient, planet-bound inhabitants, but its body nonetheless possessed that artificial perfection of genetic engineering, that unnatural grace that only pre-planned bodyforms possessed, no matter how terrifying they were. With no higher races interested in dealings with the little guys, and humans being by far the most enthusiastic and skilled users of genetic engineering out of all the races on their level, he had no doubt that, over a thousand years ago, his and the tentacle mass' ancestors had probably at least once met, had a beer or two, maybe fucked, or maybe just liked each other's videos or other online content.

It was the lack of that artificiality, that realness of its companion that had Francesca so creeped out. The burlap sack of barely distinguishable organs was a product of pure unguided, blind evolution, if not fully than at least mostly, and to people who were putting their hands on genetically engineered breasts before they could walk or talk, that naturalness was offputting, even horrifying, in ways that could only barely be described or communicated.