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Amy blinked as she walked into the sunlight on the ship's deck. She tried to ignore the slight pain radiating from her pussy mound. Above her original tattoo of "fucktoy" the doctor had unceremoniously added a circle with a small "B" inside of it, denoting her new role as a breeder according to the doctor. She glanced down at the small swell in her torso, more pronounced due to her petite nature. She had never suspected she might be pregnant since the doctor administered the remainder of her birth control pills to her personally. But he had not been consistent with its administration, sometimes skipping multiple days in row as he attended to other duties. It did explain why her breasts were slightly larger and more tender as well as why she had had difficulty keeping down some of the food, and cum, she was fed every day.

The sailor that had her leash in hand gave it an unceremonious tug to indicate it was time to keep moving, As she descended down into the ships hold, she was not returned to the cell she had spend the last three months sharing with the other fuck toys. Instead, she was led further down the hall, to a section of the ship she had never visited before.

They passed through curtains that separated the cells that held the fucktoys from the breeders. The curtains hung limply in the tepid air, smelling vaguely of mildew as the the sailor moved them apart. Once past them, Amy say before her the area of the hull where all those women, both pregnant and not, who had been identified as breeders were kept. Along her left were metal racks much like the stocks she has found herself in before. She saw a woman bent over at the waist, her head and hands locked into the metal stocks that formed one end of the stand. Under her hips was another padded par which ran down to the floor. Her ankles were shacked to them, preventing her from moving just as the stocks above had.

This position allowed her large belly and swollen breasts to hang down below her. Attached to her large, brown nipples were what appeared to be suction cups with long tubes running down to glass jar with a hand pump. Another **** operated the pump, sucking the milk from the expectant mothers teats like a common milk cow. As Amy glanced down the row, she saw four more women at various stages in their pregnancies in similar positions. Each being treated as the breeding cow that they now were.

At the end of the row, the sailor grabber her roughly by the shoulder and shoved her into another cell much like her previous one. He unlocked the leash from around her neck and closed the door. Amy looked at her cell, which was barely more than a few feet wide and was covered in straw on the floor. She sad down and felt the rough scratch straw poke and prod her ass and pregnant pussy. It was then that her new reality began to sink in.