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I woke, and knew something was different. I started up at the ceiling, blank, clear and empty.

Like my mind.

I know I used to think more. I couldn't remember what about. And did it matter? It felt good to have an empty mind. I didn't want to be empty elsewhere, though.

What did that thought mean?

I sat up. My body moved strangely, the large breasts pulling at my chest in a way I wasn't used to. I ran a hand across my leg, the soft white fur feeling wonderful against my fingers, and to my crotch, where the cleft felt alien. In a good way. My stomach was plump and slightly fat, which was nice. An image ran through my mind, of it swollen and full of life, and I smiled at the thought.

I lay back. There didn't seem to be any point to getting up. No place to go, no reason to do anything but lie there, and turn the thought of pregnancy over in my head. Who would even be there to get me pregnant?

I thought about the perfect man. It felt like... remembering? An Alsation, tall and well built, his fur still damp from a shower. He'd come into the room, towelling off, and smile as he saw me. He'd come up to me, and look and me seriously, and say... something. And I'd smile, and spread my legs, and look at his penis, rising to the occasion.

I could feel moistness in my vagina. I didn't feel like masturbating, though. I wanted to... exercise, maybe? Keep myself healthy, in perfect condition for someone to fill up with a baby.

I slid off the bed. It was hard to think about the room I was in, but there was enough space between the bed and one of the doors for several people to stand. Still naked, began a series of stretches and then yoga poses. Did I know yoga? It didn't really seem like something I would have done before- before what?

It didn't matter. All I really knew about myself was that I wanted to be pregnant, someone's gravid brood mother. As I bent over, I imagined my belly swollen up, seeing how the poses I made would cradle my belly, looking like a good mother-to-be, taking care of herself.

Once I had finished, I opened a side door in the room I was in. The bathroom (how had I known there was a bathroom in here?) was as clean and sterile as the room with the bed in it, tiled in white. I used the toilet, wiped the sheen of sweat from my fur, and then caught my face in the mirror. It was... me? Wasn't it?

In the mirror was a white rabbit, her red hair tousled by the bed and the sweat wiping. She was cute, but there was something wrong with her. Not the strange half familiarity, like I was expecting to see a male rabbit. No, I expected to be female, for all that it felt strange and new. It was something else. Something in her eyes.

She was focusing wrong, that was it. People locked eyes, their eyes meeting and iris tightening. The rabbit in the mirror didn't do that. It made her eyes look dull, lacking the spark of life that people had. Blank.

Empty.

None of that mattered, though. The only empty I cared about was the empty womb, and I wandered back to the bed, lying down and thinking about how to fill it up.

I don't know how long I was waiting before I heard a key turn in the lock of the door. I sat and shuffled back to rest against the headboard of the bed as a weasel wearing a suit stepped into the room.

"And here we are, your breeding unit is ready for you to take home in here," he said, holding the door open for two other men to walk in.

The two most attractive men I had ever seen.

Granted, I'd only ever seen three, but the weasel was nothing compared to the Alsation and rabbit that just walked in. In fact- the Alsation was exactly the one I'd been fantasising about (except wearing clothes)! And the rabbit- he looked like I remembered- like in the- like I remembered I should have looked in the mirror-

But that was confusing, and didn't matter. I smiled, a deep sense of happiness filling me. Breeding unit. There was only one thing in this room that could be called a breeder, and growing the child of these men in me was the best thing I could ever hope for.

"Wow," said the dog. "She really is the spitting image of you."

The rabbit looked slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, well, I'm a bit smaller up top." He gestured at his chest.

The weasel gave a small, polite laugh. "Yes, well, while we started with a gender swapped version of your DNA, we've made a number of changes to its body in order to make the bearing and birthing process easier, as well as inducing permanent oestrus. And the use of donor eggs means that either of you could sire the child!"

"Were there any problems? With the monitoring, or anything else?" The Alsation was switching his focus between me and the weasel.

"Oh yes," the weasel replied. "Medical monitors are located throughout its body, especially the womb. We'll know the second anything untoward happens. It is also set with knowledge of how to exercise healthily, and take care of its body. We do advise keeping close to it during the pregnancy, but theoretically all you would need to do is leave it in a room with access to a bathroom and a supply of food to get a healthy baby out of it."

The rabbit looked a bit nervous. "And- the other feature we requested?"

"Of course. This modification is surprisingly popular. This unit may have more slightly more independence and will than our normal breeding units, but it should still be obedient and have no desire to leave."

Leave? Why would I ever want to leave these wonderful men, who were going to fuck me, and fill me with babies?

A worried look crossed the rabbit's face. "It-she can think? I thought they didn't - I mean, is she going to be unhappy? Just being a baby factory?"

"Please don't be concerned about that," said the weasel. He walked up beside me and put a hand on my head. Obediently, I let him move my skull. "There's not much going on up here."

He reached behind my ear, and I felt something strange move over my mind. I blinked, and it was gone. The weasel walked up to the rabbit and handed a chip of some kind over. "Here, try these memories. As its mind is based on yours but reduced, and with an overpowering pregnancy fetish, you should be able to sync up with them. You'll know how it feels about you."

Uncertain, the rabbit put the chip behind his ear. He grimaced for a second, and then his eyes flickered in their sockets. "Oh, that's weird... I remember seeing myself come in here..."

He blushed a bit, and moved next to the Alsatian, cuddling up to him. The dog respondent, taking the smaller rabbit in his arms. "I've been - I mean, she's been thinking about you. About getting pregnant by you."

The dog gave a little chuckle, and said, "Her mind really is based on yours, isn't it?"

The rabbit gave him a light tap, and laughed. "We should get her home. She can't wait to be fucked and filled with a baby or two."

They both looked at me. I moved to the edge of the bed, ready to stand and follow them, when the weasel held up a hand to stop me. "Have you decided on the feeding solution?"

The couple looked at each other. "Uh, no," said the Alsatian.

"We thought we still had a few months to sort that out," said the rabbit.

"Yes, there's still plenty of time. But if you do decide not to take the hormones and feed the baby yourselves, we'll need to set up partial storage for the breeder so it can provide milk, until it goes back into full storage."

The all looked at me, as if waiting to see a reaction in my dull eyes. Going into storage? So I'd only be conscious when I was ready to be impregnated again?

A dull, dreamy smile spread over my face. That sounded like my idea of heaven.