Surrogate

"I don't want to have sex with men," you say in a high pitched voice.

"I thought you might say that," Caroline says. "While you were out, we've already inseminated you. You should already be pregnant." Caroline puts a leash back on your collar, unstraps your legs, and leads you out of the room. She takes you upstairs and into another room. She opens the other door to a windowless room, and you see another woman who appears to be 7 months pregnant.

"Deanna," Caroline tells the woman, "This is your new roommate, Jane. She made the same choices you did, and now she'll be your roommate. Be a dear and tell her the rules."

Caroline leaves and locks the door behind her. You grab at the door handle, but it won't move.

"Don't bother," says Deanna. "She has security cameras with slaves watching us even if we did try to escape."

"So you used to be man?" you ask.

"Yes," Deanna says. "That was nearly 7 weeks ago. This is the fifteenth time I've been pregnant. This baby should practically fall out."

"So, am I really pregnant?"

"Likely," Deanna responds, "and if you aren't they'll keep at it until you are. People pay a lot of money for a surrogate."

"Wait, fifteen times in 3 years. That's not possible in 7 months."

"Oh, they give you a serum that speeds up the whole pregnancy to about fifteen hours." Deanna says. "In fact, you're already beginning to show."

You look down and see your belly start to protrude. Your breasts begin to grow as they fill with milk. "No, this can't be happening." Your back begins to hurt as you belly grows larger and heavier. Milk begins to ooze out of your nipples. You sit down and get nauseous. You pick up a trash can nearby and start vomiting.

"Is this what it's going to be like forever?" you ask. Deanna nods her head. "You'll be barefoot and pregnant the rest of your life.