This choice: "So... Wh...What do you think?...Wh..Which do you like?" you stammer. • Go Back...Chapter #6"So... Wh...What do you think?...Wh..Which ... by: Mr. George   Claire picks her favourite picture. "This one." She says showing the picture to the receptionist. "Wait... What... Which one...?" you ask urgently.
The receptionist doesn't even pause as, she scans the code beneath the picture to hear a satisfying noise from her computer. "Thank you, ma'am... sir." She sounds apologetic to call you sir. The title soon to be ripped away. You don't even get a chance to see Claire's selection, as the book is shut, and taken away. As the receptionist leaves you alone.
"You'll be offered the chance of restoration after ten live births." Claire said, as if this was an easy price to pay.
"That'll take years..." you whine.
"Was she... Will I be... pretty?" you ask. Desperate to hear some silver lining to this nightmarish day. "You could've shown me." you add.
"Keep that pout, sweetie, as a woman that'll ensure you get your way." Claire responds.
"Even better." she continues changing tack.
- - - - -
Your privacy is spoiled as a doctor returns with a syringe resting on a scarlet cushion.
"Just roll up your sleeve."
Claire helps unbutton your cuff, as your fingers tremble too much to work.
"A grateful nation thanks you for this sacrifice." he adds.
"What did you mean better?" you ask Claire, as you turn your head not to see the needle enter your skin. "Will I be beautiful?"
A brief hiss of pain, and you feel a chill rush, before the needle's removed.
"Well, you'll have the widest hips for easy births, and the fullest bust for feeding..." She answered. Her cupping hands are far out in front of her own bust.
You feel woozy, as the room starts to spin. "We can take her through to recovery." The doctor offers you a wheel chair. You want to object to be called 'her' already. It's too soon, but your lips feel rubbery and unresponsive.
"That won't be necessary." As Claire snakes one arm around your shoulder and helps you walk through.
Your legs just barely support you, more by instinct keeping you walking.
"Just think, in as little as ten or twelve years you could be restored. Your manhood restored. You can return to me... or Jessica."
"Wh... Wha..." your lips fail to respond. But she shouldn't know that name.
"Though I doubt she'll want you back after you've spread your legs for so many grateful men." She snarled the words into your ear. The fury clear in her suppressed whisper. Sitting you on the bed, she eases you to lie down.
The nanites now spread throughout your body. You can only dread the changes that are coming.
Your eyes feel heavy, as sleep threatens to claim you.
"She's taking well to it." The doctor observes. He takes your pulse, and other measurements. As you try to speak, to let him know of the outrage behind Claire's smile. That this body isn't your choice. Again your slurred words are incoherent.
As the doctor steps back, allow Claire her final touching moments. She's by your side once more.
"Oh, and you weren't drafted! You volunteered, well, I volunteered you."
Your eyes try to keep her in sight, with a tilt of her head, she directs your gaze elsewhere. "You're already bigger than me... or Jessica." as you both gaze towards the obvious bust that's making the sheets tent in that feminine manner.
"Have fun as a breeder... And you will. That body will be primed for pleasure, so you'll love every minute even while you hate it."
She kisses your cheek, as your eyes surrender to the inevitable.
- - - - -
Waking with a start, those sheets are pushed out even further. You're alone in the room. Claire's work is done and she's abandoned you. You suspect she's poisoned Jessica against you.
A flurry of doctors and nurses arrive as you woke. Taking your readings, a look of pity coming from some of the women. Appreciating this sacrifice that allows them to keep their roles.... as not breeders.
You're guided to get out of bed. It's more of a hop down to emerge. You're several inches shorter than before. Your long blonde hair cascades down your spine. You take in the full bust properly, feel the full width of your hips. The weight and roundness of your rump.
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Tricked and trapped into this future. You'd previously looked forward to visiting one of those breeding dens to celebrate your birthday, and safety from the draft. Instead, you were going to be sent there, kept there until you've fulfilled your function and helped restore balance to the world's population.
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