You leave Chloe pregnant

Chloe follows your gaze to her gravid belly’s play button. Her RAD has slowed her growth rate to something resembling nature, giving her a chance to choose the time and place of birth. If she delays it long enough, the RAD’s safety features will **** her to deliver wherever she is - alone, with friends, in public. You’ve seen it happen to Breeders who love that pregnant feeling a little too much, with embarrassing results.

“I was going to enjoy feeling full until I absolutely had to give birth to your babies, Joe, but if you want to see me do it now, I can,” Chloe lasciviously runs her hands over her belly, savoring it.
“Enjoy it, Chloe. It’ll be hot when everyone can see you’ve been fucked by me,” you say, giving her one last belly pat and walking back to your desk.

“They’ll know it was you if you come with me,” Chloe tempts you, wagging her big belly from side to side. You don’t normally walk out of the lab with her unless you’re leaving, too.

“We already spent a lot of time having fun,” you reply, “so now I need to get a few things ready for Dr. Nigam’s study.” She’s looking more put out as you log back in to the computer, so you add: “What are you doing until lunch?” Remembering that she’ll have lunch with you seems to lift Chloe’s spirits:

“Oh, I told Rose I would help her deliver her baby before lunch,” Chloe replied, “she’s still learning. At this rate, it might end up being a little birth party, just the two of us.” Chloe is admiring her own belly, the size and firmness of it. Her navel has flattened out, of course. “I wish I had a mirror.”

“Just use the windows on the front door,” you say, knowing that from the inside of the science building, it’ll look like Chloe is showing off her pregnant body to anyone who walks through the hall as she turns and poses in front of the door. Sights like that around the Fort are exactly the kind of thing that make you glad to be OBGYN’s Breeder.

“Right, pregnancy brain!” Chloe shakes her head. She walks over to the desk, and you reach to shut off your computer monitor, but then you remember Chloe wouldn’t know what she was looking at. She gives you a goodbye kiss and you watch her round ass waddle out the door before you turn back to your computer, in full concentration.

Chloe doesn’t know how, but you’ve both done a big favor for Dr. Nigam. Your boss told you she wouldn’t need anything else from you this morning, but you want to get out of here before she gets back, just to be safe.

You pick up your diagnostic wristband and connect it to the computer. A naughty little script of your own design runs, leaving no trace that it ever happened. You have to resist shouting in triumph when you see it was a success.

You slip the D-band onto your wrist. All junior researchers have one of these. They can tell you useful information about the RAD of any Breeder you touch, and now this one is way more powerful. You’ve copied the command you sent to Chloe’s RAD earlier, to ovulate twice. With one touch and a subtle wrist motion, you can execute this command on any Breeder with two ready ovaries. And the best part is that from the outside it looks completely legal. Multi-ovulations happen, after all, and security is always slow to catch on to patterns.

You can make any woman as knocked up as Chloe is, maybe more if this thing ends up being able to override safety features.
You turn off the computer and walk into the hallway.