You spot a Pregnancy Tracker Mod

Sitting in a nearby section maybe six feet to your left, were a couple of pallets containing blue four-packs of boxes. A cardboard cutout stood next to the pallets depicting a bikini-clad Miranda Lawson from the Mass Effect series. She was grinning at the viewer with an arm pushing up her breasts and a hand on her belly. On the left side of her belly were four hearts arranged in two columns, one was pink, two were blue, and the last one was just a heart outline. Above her breast were four simplistic human figures in a row and similar to the hearts, one was pink, two were blue, and once again the last one was just an outline. She had a speech bubble saying, “Don’t be surprised, track now.”

“*Miranda Lawson number 011231-b,” you noted the subtext before reading the description at the button of the cardboard cutout. “Let the world know how fruitful your Character is, buy the Preg-Track Elite today. Use the brand new Charac-Med Inc's Preg-Track Elite Mark IV mod to have a permanent monument to your Character’s successful breeding on their skin.”

Below that description was a smaller set of text. “\*This Character has given birth to one girl, two boys, and was pregnant at the time of this creation due to the help of the FertPlus genemod (sold separately).” That matched up to what you recall from the breeding program your dad ran with his company, Inhuman Generics; pregnancy tally body mods were not uncommon though definitely a bit niche. Useful for tracking how many children the breeding Elves, Mermaids, Orcs, Nekomata, Kitsune, and other species produced. You chuckle to yourself, a bunch of the breeders were show offs, boasting about how fertile they are and waving their bellies or tits everywhere.

“Why yes my dear Starfire, I am looking quite fertile today,” Aelita proclaimed as she waved her hand around the set of hearts lined up on the left side of her belly. She was wearing a lacy and complicated dress that showed off her midriff and cleavage. She scanned the woman sitting across from her. “I’m sure if you worked at it, you can catch up to me one day.”

“I have been performing the working quite well, my mates do the yowling throughout the night. With the attention I have been receiving, I will be with bumgorfs soon,” Starfire sneered behind a floral patterned fan. She was wearing a strapless dress with midriff cutouts. “I am only one behind, grimplork.”

“Don’t count me out sluts, I just need one good breeding,” Clover said with a catty grin. Attired in a loose kimono, she stood confidently in the room as two additional hearts developed on her stomach. “Oh, look at that. I guess I will be top—”

“--HE-HELP!” You snapped out your imagine spot where your harem girls were replacing the top breeders of the various breeding populations in the habitats on your parent’s castle grounds (the business had other habitats on worlds the family owned). You turn around, tracking where the shout had come from and already inducing the bracelet of flower stems on your wrist to start growing into hilt.

Across the gap on the neighboring stack, Marinette was thrashing as a writhing shuffle of mechanical tentacles grabbed her. The tentacles were coming from a machine which was saying something which you couldn’t hear understandably due to Marinette. “Ah!” She screams as she is held off her feet as the tentacles coiled around her and grabbed her around the middle. You were already running to where you could activate a bridge across the gap with the tentacles already finding their ways under Marinette’s clothing.

“Just hold still!” You shout at Marinette as you smash the button for the bridge to activate, vanishing the thorn knife you had grown.

“It’s in my underwear!” Marinette cried as she was jerked around. Her bra was pushed up and two sets of tentacles were groping her tits and were either sucking on or twisting her nipples.

“Please wait for the bridge to fully form before crossing,” an automatic message played as the two protrusions extended and a light bridge started forming. A barrier kept you from rushing across.

“Really James? We don’t need bridges,” you look over in horror as Alex and Clover dug through a crate of medical supplies and they fashioned remarkably fast, a long rope made of support belts, cables, and towels.

“Just need a good throw and anchor point,” Clover started spinning one end of the makeshift rope and looked for a place to hook it. “Yah!” She tossed the rope “*chirp*Bridge is ready, please cross now.” The three of you stare at the light bridge as the rope just dangles there.

“Not a word,” Clover said as she and Alex trudged past you. A moan from Marinette refocused you and the three of you charged across the bridge.