Go directly to the shower (birth)

You head straight for the locker room. Of course there’s just one big one, you’re all naked anyway. You strip off your science uniform and place it in a locker with your fanny pack, locking it with your usual 4-digit code. You can hear low moans from inside the locker room. You follow the sound to the locker room showers. You recognize the source of the moans: Allison.

She’s a diminutive American-born Chinese girl, a medical student. Most of the geeks in your lab don’t work out, so you’ve been going to the gym after work with a group of med students from the next building over. Allison is the only girl in your usual group. While other female medical students have a history of dropping out of the male-dominated Fort OBGYN medical school into a role that allows more time for breeding, Allison has always fit in like one of the guys, even when the guys fit in her.

Allison is nude, squatting with her hands on a bench. Her face is red and she’s struggling to squeeze a baby out of her bulging belly. She hasn’t noticed you yet, eyes shut, groans escaping through her clenched teeth. The child’s head is poking out of her cunt, and you can see her belly contract powerfully as the baby smoothly slides out of her to rest on the floor. Allison moans loudly, involuntarily as she finally delivers. Breeders give birth to kids with no umbilical cords and no navels, a fact that scientists still struggle to explain. Allison falls back on the floor, the baby lying between her spread legs. You can see that Allison’s body is completely shaved, and she trembles with ecstasy as she stares up at the ceiling, grunting with every breath.

“I see that mod I installed for you is working fine,” You say, startling Allison.

“Joe!” squeaks Allison, still riding out her pleasure, “what are you doing here?”

“I fucking work here, don’t I?” You reply, helping her to her feet. Allison picks up the baby and deposits it in the locker room’s transporter, closing the transporter door to send the brat to OBGYN. “Try setting it to “popcorn”,” you say. Allison groans:

“If you’re gonna be a smartass all day you could at least not be gross, Joe.” Allison turns to face you as her rounded womb shrinks back into her abdomen. She has to look up to talk to you, being only a little over five feet tall. Allison is the picture of health, like a fitness model. Her muscles are well-defined, but she’s not a full-on muscle girl like some of the security Breeders. Allison has enough body fat to preserve her girlish figure. You say “girlish” because of her tiny Asian tits, still sitting around A-cups.

“Yeah,” says Allison as you check her out, “year two of this lifestyle and they’re just the same. No milk, thankfully. Leaking milk would just be embarrassing.” On the contrary, you think, you wouldn’t mind seeing that at all. But most of the technology in the RAD remains a black box and its effects are unpredictable when it comes to a girl’s tits.

Allison tries to squeeze the light-brown handfuls together on her muscular chest, and most of the resulting cleavage is just muscle. “Big tits just get in the way, if you ask me. I’d like to see a big titted bitch do this,” Allison points to her slightly rounded stomach and flexes her muscles, revealing her lightly defined abs. Her belly’s recovery after birth is incredible. No loose skin, even. “You’re looking pretty cut, Joe,” Allison adds, looking you up and down. Her fat brown nipples could put your eye out. “You’ve been working out with the guys? I wish I wasn’t working late so many nights so I could join you all more often.”

"Yeah, they're really missing you. Or maybe I should say their dicks are missing you." You add, flexing your muscles. You're tall and thin, and it's taken a lot of work to noticeably thicken your limbs.

"Hahaha, you don't have to flatter me, Joe. None of us have time to date. We're all just taking care of our needs so we can focus on work. Although you do have a good dick," Allison approaches you, touching your cock casually, feeling the weight of it in her small hand.

"Yeah, my dick misses y- ow!" Allison slaps you on the cock, just hard enough to cut off your comment.

"Smartass." She can smell you at this distance. Allison wrinkles her cute Chinese nose, and says: “I just worked out for an hour and cranked out a kid and you still smell like more of a whore than I do, Joe. Is that why you came here?”

“Yeah, let’s get cleaned up, Allison. Then you can show me how those mods are working.” Allison walks over to a showerhead, giving you a nice view of her smooth naked ass. Allison may be small but her hips are not. It isn’t enough that her ass is well-muscled enough to shake ever so slightly when she walks. Her extra-wide hip bones are also well suited for childbirth, less so for all the running she does. Allison maintains that treating Breeders is more important to her than being a Breeder, but she was born with the right equipment for the job, you think.

You follow her into the shower, twisting open the tap next to her. You stand beneath it and watch the water roll down Allison’s brown skin. Her black hair is soaked, sticking to her shoulder blades as she soaps up. You take the opportunity to get soapy and run your hands all over her, taking special care to get her small tits.

“You need this more than me,” Allison laughs, lathering up your chest and abs. She’s scrubbing away all traces of Bela’s cum-breath. You move your hands lower, rubbing Allison’s mound.

“Are you still changing down here? I can adjust the mods.”

“Just finish getting clean first,” says Allison, trying to sound neutral while shivering with arousal. You wash yourselves and hop out of the shower, sitting on a bench in the middle of the floor as you dry off. Allison dries her body and wraps the towel around her hair, leaving her petite and breedable frame totally exposed. She sits on the bench facing you, one leg on either side of the bench. The width of the bench has her spreading her legs, giving you a good look at her pussy.

“I have to do more work this morning, so just tell me what you think, okay?” Allison says. Allison had opted to install ovulation controls and an expedite function like Chloe’s, unusual for part-time Breeders. As Chloe demonstrated earlier, most girls with the power to get knocked up on command just end up doing it as much as possible. Allison’s discipline is on another level. She’s been able to focus on her workload with all that and the unsanctioned modification you added.

“It’s so wide!” you say, provoking a slap on your arm from Allison, “and your clit’s bigger too. It’s as big as my finger,” you add, pressing one finger against Allison’s clit. It’s hot and hard to the touch, protruding enough to part Allison’s pussy lips. Allison grips the sides of the bench, trembling slightly as you play with her. She shows impressive restraint, barely reacting to your **** on her most sensitive place.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Allison says, as her cum begins to drip from her pussy near your hand, “you said there are trade-offs, right?” You touch her belly with the diagnostic band and read the text that fades into existence on your hand:

Allison Wang
Ovulation: Ready
Sensitivity: 100.00
Births: 177

“Yes, everything’s connected with these devices and everyone gets side effects if something changes. In this case, you’re getting clit growth and pretty much total sensitivity from the fast labor mod.” “Fast labor” is really more of a marketing term. You just removed some limitations from Allison’s rad to make her more like an Original when she’s giving birth - more power, less inhibition, and of course, more side effects. You’re touching her overgrown clit with slick thumb and forefinger now, and Allison’s face is flushed.

“You’re telling me. It feels like my clit’s being split in half when I give birth. I really have to focus to not go crazy with pleasure, and keep pushing out the baby.” Allison’s legs tense slightly around the bench. You can see the walls of her gaping post-birth pussy undulate as she cums. Her cervix is still open, and if you had a light you could shine it right into her womb.

“I can disable it for a time if you prefer. How soon do you usually close back up, Allison?” you ask, watching her struggle to form words. Allison’s face is flushed and her hard, thick nipples stand up very obviously, but she’s yet to moan for real.

“Ah- no, keep it on, it’s not a problem. I don’t really… close up. I’ve been having a little sex, just enough to get pregnant. And I came three times this morning, that will have to be enough to keep the sensitivity down.” Who does she think she’s fooling? That’s not nearly enough, no wonder she’s at a 100. Besides, you just got started playing with this slut.

“The mod isn't usually like this,” you reply, “you’re cumming like crazy because you owe yourself many, many cums. So let's help you to settle your debt. It'll be so much easier to focus on your work.” You push your hand into Allison’s cunt, grabbing her nipple with the other. She rewards you by soaking your hand and throwing her head back, groaning as she’s hit by another powerful orgasm.

“Ok,” Allison says, “you’re the expert on RAD mods here. I guess a few more won’t hurt.” Her narrow brown eyes are pure lust, just the way you like it.