Lily Becomes a Hucow
Copyright© 2024 by badendingsrp
Chapter 4: The Selection
Lily had been in the Dairy Collective long enough to understand the rhythm of life within its sterile walls. She had adapted to the regimented routine, the constant surveillance, and the invasive hormonal treatments. But nothing could have prepared her for the day she was selected for the breeding program.
It began with a routine medical examination. Lily was led to the clinic, where a stern-faced doctor scrutinized her charts and nodded approvingly. “You’re in excellent health,” the doctor said, her voice clinical. “Your genetic traits and milk production capabilities make you an ideal candidate for our breeding program.”
Lily’s heart sank. She had heard whispers of the breeding program, the clinical efficiency with which hucows were paired and impregnated. The thought of being reduced to a mere vessel for reproduction filled her with dread.
Over the next few days, Lily underwent a series of tests and screenings. She was poked, prodded, and examined, her body reduced to a collection of data points and genetic markers. The process was dehumanizing, stripping her of her dignity and autonomy.
Once selected, Lily was moved to a dedicated breeding facility. The environment was sterile and controlled, with rows of examination rooms and clinical equipment. She was paired with a breeding partner, a man chosen for his genetic compatibility and reproductive health. The breeding process was efficient and clinical, with a focus on maximizing the chances of conception.
As the days turned into weeks, Lily’s body began to change. Her stomach grew rounder, her breasts engorged, and her hormones surged, leaving her emotionally volatile and physically exhausted. She found solace in the company of the other hucows in the maternity ward, women who understood her pain and shared her fears.
— The day of the birth arrived with a mix of anticipation and terror. Lily was led to the delivery room, a sterile environment filled with medical equipment and bustling staff. She was positioned on a birthing table, her legs secured in stirrups, her body exposed and vulnerable.
The contractions came in waves, each one more intense than the last. Lily gripped the sides of the table, her knuckles white, her body convulsing with pain. The medical staff moved around her, their faces impassive, their voices clinical.
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