Aurélie ruminates in her cage

The cage was bolted to the floor in a corner of the Doctor's room. It was so cramped that Aurélie could neither sit up nor stretch her limbs. She had to remain in a foetal position with always some bar pressing into her flesh. Even lifting her head was difficult and so her sight field was mostly limited to what laid below knee height.

At least she could shift her weight, roll on her side or on her back, so that she could change the pressure points. She resented the weight of the shackles and collar. Although they were not chained together or to anything, they did hinder her and their presence was another degradation.

She tried to argue with the Doctor, saying that her vagina was too tight, her hips too narrow, that she could never bear a child to its term. But all along she felt the change in her breasts. She could tell they were growing tighter, firmer. Her nipples itched and were rock hard, her boobs seemed warmer, too. Would she really begin to produce milk? That was so crazy!