A humale 'Kings' first duty

Zorina deactivated the holographic mirrors, but the heavy, internal weight remained. As the "Neural-Focus" gas fully dissipated, the true gravity of the Spermathecal Vault hit Jack. He felt a deep, dragging ache in his groin—a constant, pulsing reminder of the dozens of marble-sized lives now callused into his scrotum.

"Up you get, King," Vespira cooed, offering a hand. "You can't stay on the plinth forever. You have a Garden to attend to."

Jack swung his legs over the side of the plinth, and his eyes widened. As his feet hit the cold floor, his newly distended sacks swayed heavily between his thighs. The marble-sized ovums swimming around clacked together inside his skin—a soft, muffled sound like stones in a velvet bag. He tried to take a step and nearly stumbled. His balance was completely off; every movement caused the eggs to shift, their hard shells pressing against his sensitive, newly-edited tissues. He had to widen his stance, walking with a slow, heavy waddle to accommodate the bulk between his legs.

Vespira watched him, her antennae twitching with delight. "Oh, look at you! You walk like a man carrying the weight of an empire. It’s incredibly... commanding."

They didn't go far. Zorina led them to a secondary chamber where a Vespian Drone was strapped to a vertical rack. The drone was a brute—all muscle and jagged chitin, its head twitching aimlessly as it emitted a low, mindless bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt. It had no face to speak of, just a cluster of black eyes and a hungry mouth-part.

"This is or is what was left of drone 'Unit 74'," Zorina announced, her four arms prepping a bio-scanner. "A standard, low-IQ drone. His only purpose now is to be the soil for your refinery. Jack, it’s time to test the Fertility Gate."

Jack felt a flush of heat. Vespira stepped behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders, guiding him toward the buzzing creature.

"Now, Jack," Vespira whispered. "Focus. You can feel the first egg at the exit of your Vault, can't you? It's waiting for my signal."

As Jack approached the drone, he felt his "genital tool" react. It wasn't a standard erection; it was a purposeful, rigid extension designed for delivery. Zorina pointed to a soft, pulsating "Implantation Port" on the drone’s lower abdomen—a new edit she had added to the mindless males.

"Place yourself inside the port, Jack," Zorina instructed. "The drone’s internal heat will trigger the first stage. But remember... I control the gender."

Jack pressed his new hardware into the drone's port. The sensation was clinical, cold, and strangely satisfying. He felt the drone’s body give a violent shiver as his "Tool" locked into place.

"Now, Vespira," Zorina nodded.

Vespira reached out and pinched a specific nerve cluster at the base of Jack’s neck while simultaneously releasing a sharp, citrus-scent pheromone.

Jack’s body acted on its own. He felt the Fertility Gate in his abdomen snap open. A single, high-potency "Premium" sperm was released. At the same time, the muscles in his heavy sacks contracted, pushing one marble-sized ovum back up into the delivery canal.

He felt the "clack" as the egg hit the sperm, fertilising instantly. Then, with a sudden, rhythmic surge, he felt the egg shoot through his shaft and into the drone.

The drone let out a high-pitched, electronic squeal as the egg settled into its meat. Jack felt a sudden, light emptiness in his sacks as the weight shifted—one down, dozens to go.

"A perfect strike," Zorina smirked, checking her tablet. "A female. High-IQ potential. The drone's immune system has already accepted the 'Nanny' protocol. He will spend the next three months doing nothing but eating and keeping that egg warm until she’s ready to hatch."

Vespira pulled Jack back, her eyes glowing with triumph. "Do you see, Jack? You’re the Master of the Garden. You give life, I choose the form, and the drones... they do the work. We really are the perfect team."