The fertiles are sorted

After a short while, the group stopped. Clark watched as an arm came down and read the front fertile’s embedded ID chip. This was quickly followed by her torso cage opening and a device lowering and being placed in position over her chest. He was unsure of what was going on. After a pause, the chest apparatus was removed, the torso cage closed, and the fertile’s cage moved off on one of three tracks. This repeated several times with the fertiles in front of Clark. It slowly dawned on him that the fertiles were being sorted by breast size. Perhaps the machine would realize the mistake that had been made!

Eventually, it was Clark’s turn. He held his breath hopefully as the chip reader scanned the implanted ID chip and beeped with success. The device lowered in front of him, he felt a slight vacuum pull the corset-caused breasts into the device, which had plastic cups adorned with several wires and sensors. After several long moments there was a beep, a hiss of air, and the device released him. After a pause, there was a loud "CLANK" causing his cage to shudder as it slowly started moving off along the left track.

Eventually the track led his cage through a serrated clear plastic curtain, like those used to allow passage into and out of a beer cooler. His cage came to a stop in a small, well lit room. He swayed there, suspended from the ceiling, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. He saw someone he knew! It was Tom! Tom could free him! He grunted as best he could with the gag, but Tom ignored him, detaching his cage from the rail and hooking it to an orange hoist, wheeling him over to where two other small breasted girls also hung, their cages also suspended from hoists. He heard Paul! Paul was there too! They were talking, evaluating these new fertiles.

Tom held a scanner up to a fertile’s neck. It beeped and he read the scanner. "OK....Jenny, that's your new name... Welcome to the auction. Nice ass you have there." he grabbed her rear through the cage and the **** girl moaned softly.

Paul was scanning the other girl. "And you are... Lori." He pinched her nipple hard, causing her to groan as best she could with the gag on. "Don't worry, we'll work on these."

Tom moved over to Clark, who was trying to talk to his friends. "Ok..." Tom said as he scanned Clark's neck. "...Heidi... Your **** seem to have worn off." He pinched Clark's nipple hard, pulling on it, then releasing it. "Not to worry. We'll soon get you bigger like you need to be for the auction." Clark tried to shake his head, but it was still fastened to the cage by the headband.

The workers went over to a cabinet, getting some medical gloves, some **** swabs, and some syringes with three vials of a fluid Clark was trying to get their attention as best he could. "Shut her up, would you?" Paul said to Tom as he put on the gloves, and ripped open a swab. He wiped down a spot on Lori's thigh between her boot and chastity belt and injected her with what was in the vial.

"If only I could," Tom replied, as he similarly swabbed Clark's thigh and injected him with the syringe's contents. Jenny's thigh was similarly swabbed and injected.

"There we go, ladies," Paul said. "The best sedatives, fertility ****, and hormones money can buy! Soon, you'll be pregnant! Isn't that fantastic?" He slapped Clark’s ass.

Clark swallowed hard, trying to get Paul’s attention as his friend grabbed a bottle of a pungent smelling oil and began applying it to his corset-induced breasts. The oil tingled, eventually changing into a slightly painful warmth, as Paul kneaded it into Clark’s breasts. Paul didn’t seem to care or notice. "This one may need some nipple growth. Small tits, but she is hot!"

"The tits will be fixed shortly, but yeah, she should bring top price," Tom said, as he finished oiling up Jenny’s breasts. "Let's get them on the pumps."

Clark and the women, still hanging in their cages from the hoists, were wheeled over to a wall where several electronic control boxes sat. Paul pushed some buttons on the first control panel, and a buzzing started. He opened a cabinet and took several packages of medical sensor pads from it, like those used for EKG’s, then closed the cabinet. He then picked up two clear plastic domes edged with silicone that were connected by some tubing and electrical cables to the control box. He clipped a few sensor pads to wires within the clear domes, followed by opening the torso cage and sticking the pads themselves to Jenny’s breasts. Paul held the domes over her pad covered breasts and the vacuum controller greedily sucked them into the device. Jenny moaned with pain as her breasts were inflated by the vacuum, filling the domes. Red lights began softly glowing in the domes as the machine went to work on increasing her breast size

Tom repeated the process with Lori. "How big do you think these three will get?"

"Dunno," Paul said, as Clark's meager breasts were similarly prepared and then painfully sucked into the domes placed on him. He groaned with the pain. "Let's hope big!"

"Jesus she's a complainer," Tom said as Clark grunted, slowly coming under the spell of the sedatives injected into his thigh. "Let's give her something to groan about." He pushed a few more buttons and the vacuum increased, pulling Clark's breasts painfully further into the cups.

Clark hung there, vaguely aware of the pain in his chest as the vacuum pulled on his breasts. His head swam with as the powerful cocktail of **** he’d been injected with took hold. He could feel some strong electrical pulses shocking him while the domes warmed the tissue inside them. He must have blacked out because suddenly the pressure on his chest stopped, and Paul gently pulled the domes off of his now swollen chest. “A few more treatments and she should get to a perky C cup,” he said, tickling Clark’s newly inflated chest. He rubbed his thumb coarsely over one of Clark’s enlarged nipples, causing it to stiffen. Clark blinked several times, trying to get out of the fog of the sedatives.

Tom began unlocking the head cages of the trio, unscrewing the headbands. Clark tried to keep his head upright, but it just slumped as he tried and failed not to drool around the gag.

It was difficult to pay attention to what his friends were doing, but he could hear cabinets opening and closing, and some equipment being moved around. Clark had just managed to lift his unsteady head upright when Paul settled a white helmet onto it. The helmet had several cables attached to the top that went over to another control panel. The helmet covered Clark's entire head, and he could hear some soft music playing as the speakers inside were fit into place over his ears. Paul then lowered a visor down over Clark’s eyes, and fastened a strap under Clark’s chin making it impossible for him to shake off the helmet. Paul rubbed Clark’s ass in an almost tender fashion. “Damn! I wish I had the money to bid on Heidi! She’s hot. I would fuck the shit out of her!”

“Focus on the job and the benefits, Paul,” Tom said as he adjusted the last helmet. He slammed the final visor down. “And...training helmets in place,” he said, slapping Lori one final time on the ass. “Turn then on and let’s go grab a smoke.”

Paul flipped a few switches on a control panel as the VR conversion program for fertiles began inside the helmet, entrancing Clark.