You remember how Bela likes to be fucked (birth)

Bela may be a manipulative pervert, but you feel certain that you can get one over on her if you fuck her senseless for once, instead of letting it happen the other way around. Fucking her like you fucked Chloe wouldn’t be enough, though.

You know how Bela really likes to be fucked from watching her private video collection. When she brought you to her aromatic, cluttered office to watch something for “research”, of course it would end up being videos of her as a young Original Breeder. Some of them were sanctioned research videos, taken in a laboratory setting and pilfered for Bela’s stash, while others had more of an amateur feel.

"Joseph, if you had seen me when I could really breed, before this thing started slowing down,” Bela had said, patting her at-rest womb, where her unmodified RAD sat, “you would understand just how much you have to thank me for.”

Why did Bela take you under her wing? You aren’t sure, but you have a feeling it had to do with your tendency to ignore every rule you could, written or unwritten. Something about that must have clicked with Bela, and her collection of mostly-illegal films.

One of the first videos she ever showed you was a video of her and the other Originals’ brazen violation of both the rules and their colleagues. She’d cut it together herself using footage from the early days, when normal humans worked in Fort OBGYN and cameras didn’t raise an alarm.

The Bela onscreen was younger and her tits were not gigantic, but only as large as her head. She still wore glasses back then, and her black hair was trimmed to the length of her neck. The young Indian woman wasn’t as heavy as she is now, but she was substantial back then, too. She sat naked on a wooden chair. There was a soft mat on the floor beneath young Bela’s bare feet.

Another young woman, a white girl with long blond hair, sat next to Bela and wore a shapeless robe, the kind hospital patients would have. Even that robe couldn’t hide her big tits poking through the material.

“Penny was one of the first modified RAD users,” Bela explained, one hand on your bare thigh while she sat next to you on her stained couch, “all we could do at first was set arbitrary limits on the device - one ovulation at a time, five minute gestation (no one had made an hour long timer yet, much less an adjustable one), and birth only slowed down, never delayed. But the important part was that the lust, the lack of inhibition - was manageable. At least, it was for her.”

“Um… Bela, do you really have to do… that, right now?” asked Penny, as young Bela openly rubbed her young, hairy pussy on camera. Bela turned to her, and the timid girl looked away in embarrassment. Bela’s masturbation hand didn’t even slow down.

“I’m sorry, Penny,” Bela answered her with a frustrated tone, “but I haven’t been laid in days and if I don’t give myself some relief I’m going to fucking explode.”

“I know, I need to… do it too, but can’t you just wait until after this is over?” Penny pleaded, not meeting Bela’s eyes.

“That RAD I worked on for you and the other new girls? It’s a lot easier to ignore than mine, believe me.” Bela kept rubbing herself as a door opened on the side of the frame. A fully clothed middle aged woman in a lab coat carried two big syringes on a tray.

“Alright ladies, it's time to start the live comparison of an original and a modified Breeder’s gestations. Bela, I asked you to put on your gown.”

“Sorry about that, doc, it just wouldn’t stay on,” Bela nodded to the gown where it lay on the floor in two torn pieces. The doctor sighed, placing the syringes on top of a box between the seated girls. “Just take the syringe and inseminate yourselves now, both of you.” She walked out of the frame.

Penny took one syringe off the tray and gingerly slipped it under her robe, removing it after a moment, revealing that she had pushed the plunger down. She placed the used syringe back on the tray. Bela, seemingly disinterested in the whole thing, spread her legs toward the camera and shoved the other syringe between her dark pussy lips, perhaps a little deeper than she needed to. She pushed the plunger down and dropped the empty plastic tube on the floor. Bela went right back to rubbing her pussy while staring into space.

"The only thing on my mind," Bela whispered next to you, "was how I was going to find a new hiding spot for a quickie in the lab. I was thinking so small."

Penny fidgeted, stealing glances down at her own belly, showing no immediate sign of change. For a younger Bela, the change was immediate and dramatic. After only a moment of waiting, her brown-skinned belly surged forward. She grunted and clutched at her womb as it shot out over her lap, the muscles tightening into an oblong shape. Her children formed in mere seconds.

“The worst part,” young Bela panted, as she leaned back to give her hand access to her pussy beneath her oversized bump, “is I don’t even get to enjoy the fun part of making the babies. This would be so much easier if you would just let me fuck!”

“Bela, I know it’s hard. But we have moral standards to uphold. This place is humanity’s future, and promiscuity is not the future,” the doctor replied with a dispassionate tone.

Young Bela rose under the weight of her packed womb with surprising ease and squatted over the mat with her hands on the chair, her smooth young ass facing the camera.

“If it was up to me, the men would live with us, sleep with us, so we could make babies the real way. That was the only good part of being treated like animals by monsters we couldn’t even see or understand,” Bela groaned as she pushed the first baby out, its plump body spreading her hole for the camera, "before OBGYN 'saved' us!" Onscreen, you noticed that the infant was a lighter shade of brown than Bela. The Breeder who donated the sperm must have had light skin. The camera picked up the doctor presiding over the demonstration muttering to herself:

"Is this really what they call a 'high-functioning' Original?" Young Bela took a few deep breaths before continuing her rant:

“More like transferred ownership of us! We’re still prisoners here, but now we can’t get a decent fuck! At least I have you to talk to now! That’s much better!” Young Bela exclaimed, bearing down again as another head crowned between her legs.

“Bela! Can’t you be civil? The science administrator will see this!” The older woman pleaded with her. Bela’s second baby slid out of her pussy onto the mat next to its brother. She didn’t make any move to care for them; she just sat back on her chair as her belly began to deflate.

“You can’t lock me up just for saying what I think. You couldn’t have made a girl as comfortable with this existence as Penny is without my help, and even she’s miserable!” Young Bela protested, scowling as an assistant carted her babies away. She turned to Penny, who may have been starting to grow a belly of her own somewhere under the shapeless gown. “Penny, I know you’re not as horny as I am all the time, but tell me you wouldn’t KILL for a dick right now? How long has it been for you? Have you had sex at all since you got here, or are you too inside-the-lines to sneak around?”

“I… um, never had sex, actually,” Penny blushed as Bela stared at her in disbelief. Young Bela opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. She went back to staring into space beyond the camera and touching her fast-closing pussy as Penny slowly swelled, but now Bela had a look of deep concentration. She was planning something.