Breeding the Brothers
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WARNING: This story contains forced gender-shifting, implantation and impregnation, milking, birth and bondage. If these themes are not your cup of char, don't read.
Notes:
First, don't expect a great deal of scientific authenticity. I'm not a gynaecologist or obstetrician. Secondly, bear with me on stuff like gestation periods being only one month. We are talking fantasy world with fantasy creatures, here!
Additional note:
Comment made me remember to add, This story is influenced by the story "The Capture" by Kaiionth. A nod in his/her direction.
This story contains mostly impregnation and implantation based scenes since those were my kinks. I may write another part, if you want me to. please let me know what you think via comments!
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Joseph and Dante were Flamedramon brothers. Dante, being the eldest at 20, was often the protective one, guiding Joseph and looking out for him since their parents died. Joseph was only 16, but he often resented Dante's over-protection and rebelled in his own way by seeking out danger and adventure.
Dante took Joseph for a walk one day when Joseph pointed out a cave. He insisted he wanted to look inside.
"What for? It's just a hole in the rock." Dante said.
"If that's all, surely you won't mind me taking a look?" He ran off before Dante could stop him. Exasperated, Dante ran after him.
"Joseph!" He cried. He ran after him into the cave. Joseph had a good few paces head start so Joseph entered first.
Dante was startled by how quickly Joseph had vanished. He moved from the bright sunlight into the cool, dark gloom of the cave. He shivered.
"Joseph?" He called out. No answer.
He walked cautiously further. He saw a rock formation jutting out of the side of the cave. There didn't seem to be anywhere else to hide.
"Joseph, I know you're hiding." He said, his voice betraying his uncertainty. Joseph had a knack for vanishing when he wanted to.
He rounded the corner and saw, to his great shock and amazement, Joseph being pulled into a section of the wall that was some kind of fungal-green colour. He was evidently trying to cry out, but his face was covered in a thin film of the stuff.
"Joseph!" He ran to Joseph, just as the last vestiges of his flesh disappeared into the fungal mass. He battered at the stuff, screaming out and clawing. Though it had been fluid-like a moment ago, it was suddenly rock-hard.
Panting with his exertion, he leaned on the wall for a moment to catch his breath. Then, suddenly, the fungal wall turned to liquid beneath his arms. He gasped and plunged face-first into the wall.
He was suddenly surrounded by a hollow, organic-looking chamber, which looked almost big enough for him to fit in. His waist was still sticking through the wall and he tried to pull back, but a series of tendrils shot from the walls and wrapped around his wrists, neck and torso. They seemed to be made of the same stuff the walls were made of.
He struggled, trying to pull his arms out of the grasp of the tendrils. He heard a soft squelching sound and looked up. He had a moment to see a fleshy, vein covered pad of whatever it was this place was made of open up before it had shot out and wrapped itself around his face.
His startled cry was cut short. He couldn't breath. He couldn't see. He started to panic, desperately thrashing to try and escape.
Stop struggling
Dante stopped. He had heard a voice, he was sure. He started again as he realised he was suffocating. His lungs were burning.
Surrender, and your oxygen will be restored.
Dante couldn't think. His mind was crying out, he couldn't draw breath. He didn't know what to do.
So he gave in.
He allowed the tendrils to draw him in. As they did, the face covering opened slightly and a long vein-covered tube of similar substance to the rest of this nightmarish thing slid in. He cried out and it pushed into his throat.
He was suddenly able to breathe again. He gulped the precious air from this tube.
He was helpless against the thing that was drawing him in, but he had no intention of being suffocated. He allowed himself to be sucked through the wall until he was all the way inside.
Finally. We have you. You will be of great help and use to us.
He heard the voice again. This time it was louder, more distinct. Dante couldn't speak with the tube in his mouth, but the voice said,
We can hear your thoughts now you are within us. Concentrate on thinking a statement, and we will hear.
Dante could feel his body being shifted into an upright, spread-eagle position. He thought:
What do you want? Where is Joseph?
You are referring to the other specimen recovered. He is undergoing bio-adaptation. As you will.
As it spoke, Dante was suddenly able to see. It wasn't like ordinary sight, more like a kind of disembodied 'floating' outside his body. He was
looking at a Flamedramon figure, suspended upright and spread-eagled in a chamber of flesh. His arms and legs were lost inside thick pillars of flesh that stretched up into the ceiling and floor. He noticed the figure was wearing his clothes, his grey tank-top and his khaki cargo-pants. With a sense of fascination, he knew that it was himself he was watching.
You will watch as your body is adapted for our purposes. Your genetic sibling is already undergoing the process. You will not see him for some time.
Again, as it spoke, he could see his form in the chamber from his phantasmal viewpoint.
From in front of his restrained form, a set of four circular cusps in square formation attached to a fleshy mass pushed out from the wall in front of him. It approached his body and, simultaneously, a pair of tendrils grew from his arm restraints. They snaked down his tank-top until the reached his waist. As they slid down his bare chest, he could feel them. It was odd, feeling them sliding over his skin at the same time as observing it from a distance.
Suddenly, they tensed up and ripped his tanktop apart, leaving it in ruins hanging from his shoulders. This left his naked chest exposed. He watched, horrified as the four cusps were pressed to his chest. He felt them flatten and then, suddenly he gasped as his nipples were grabbed by the flesh. He felt pinpricks of pain in his nipples, and also where the other two cusps here attached to his torso, just under his chest.
Your nipples are in fact undeveloped mammaries. Your body can easily be adapted to produce milk.
Milk!?
He thrashed and struggled, but the cusp-flesh thing attached to him had strong suction and was attached to his nipples.
Your body is suitable for more than two mammaries. Our specimens are all adapted to produce milk. It is efficient to feed the specimen's offspring with breast milk, which is designed for their consumption.
He watched helplessly as he struggled in third-person. He could feel a burning sensation in his nipples and in the parts of his torso where the other two breasts were apparently being formed.
Suddenly, in his mind, he could see white veins spreading out across a taut bed of pinkish-red. He could see small bubbles of milky-white substance, like fat only he didn't think it was, blossoming out from the veins.
We are showing you the beginning of the process in which your mammaries will be formed. In approximately four days, your mammaries will be fully formed and you will be ready for milking.
Dante could see that while the voice was speaking, a tentacle of some kind had oozed out of the floor between his legs. Was it attempting to distract him?
There is no need, the voice said unemotionally, You will become what we need and you will serve our requirements. You cannot resist. Deception is unnecessary.
Again, two tendrils were produced, this time from the leg restraints. He whimpered as he began to see what was going to happen when the tendrils delicately snaked into his pants. As it had done to his top, they rapidly tensed, ripping his trousers and pants apart, exposing his genitals. The tentacle snaked lazily upwards.
Your species has never been captured before. Therefore, ensuring you are capable of conceiving and bearing children is of even greater importance than usual.
Conceive? Bear children!? What the fuck are you talking about? I'm a male! Dante half-thought, half-screamed around his oxygen-tube.
As with your mammaries, your womb can be formed. It will take greater time and resources, but when you are complete, you will an invaluable specimen.
The tentacle's tip opened up into a star-shape with a flat surface and a pinkish slit in the centre from which a small and thin tongue-like tendril was protruding. He tried writhing to bring his hips away from the tentacle, but the tentacle simply followed his movements perfectly. Another tendril appeared and lifted his tail.
Resistance is useless. If necessary, we will render you unconscious to ensure successful bio-adaption.
The tentacle suddenly lunged upwards. It attached itself squarely to the region of flesh between his anus and his genital slit.
Flamedramon males, though mostly mammalian in their reproductive physiology, had internal testes, and their penis was held within their bodies until they extended them.
Dante screamed a muffled scream as the area where it connected suddenly burned and he felt something very hard pressing against his skin. The flesh was quickly numbed and he could no longer feel it invading his body.
It will first form your labia and vaginal lips. Then it will form your vagina tube. Your abdominal adaptation will take longer, as your hips and pelvis must be altered to make you capable of bearing offspring. Your womb will be last. Since this process will take time, perhaps weeks depending on your immune-response to our flesh, you will be rendered unconscious and moved closer to the other specimens, to facilitate our reproductive operations.
Dante tried to cry out, but he was suddenly aware of grogginess and dizziness. His third-person view of himself was abruptly shut off and he was plunged back into darkness.
When Dante awoke again, he felt strange. His chest was heavy and he felt a dull ache in his abdomen.
You are awake. That is good. We have a purpose for you.
Dante's view suddenly winked back into third-person. He was staring at himself, still bound in flesh and upright, spread eagled, his face still enshrouded in the flesh-mask, set into a kind of alcove in a big fleshy tunnel. Not only were his clothes completely gone, but he was clearly in a different location than where he was last. There were other Digimon around him, some crying out in muffled cries as they were bio-adapted, others had heavily swollen bellies.
He noticed, with a sense of horror, that four breasts were now present on his chest. They looked so well-crafted, so natural that it was as if they had always been there. Suddenly, his view was altered so he could both see himself, and was somehow looking up between his legs at the same time.
Between his anus and his genital slit was another slit. It was his vagina. He tried to scream, but the tube feeding him oxygen had stretched down his throat.
Unfortunately, it takes time for new specimens' sexual organs to activate when they are formed. It will be at least six to ten weeks before you begin ovulating and we can impregnate you. Having you idle for that time is wasteful.
His view switched to another location. Another tunnel perhaps. Set into the alcove he was looking at was a young Renamon. She was female, but didn't seem to be "bio-adapted". She still had two breasts. She was also struggling furiously.
This one was caught not one hour ago. She is pregnant. Her foetus is about a week old. We cannot bio-adapt her without risking harm to the foetus with the hormonal fluctuations. At the same time, she is operating at below peak efficiency with only two breasts and it will take time for her to become fertile if we wait until after birth to form her penis. An alternative solution is required.
As he watched, a tentacle not unlike the one that had formed his own female organs protruded from a fleshy mound in the floor between her legs. He winced as it penetrated her lazily, it's mucous-covered flesh sliding easily into her vagina. She screamed a terrible, desperate scream muffled by the face-covering.
What the hell are you doing to her? he asked, horrified.
We will remove the foetus from her and transfer it to a surrogate. It will grow and be brought to term while she is bio-adapted. By the time she is finished, the child will be born and she will be ready to conceive new offspring.
His view abruptly switched to a dark, moist environment. Somehow, he knew this must be the Renamon's womb. He could see the foetus attached to the wall of her uterus . It didn't resemble a child at the moment, but he knew that, given time, it would grow to become a healthy Renamon baby. He wondered if the Renamon knew she was pregnant.
As he watched, the tentacle slid through her cervix and into her womb. He realised why his view seemed so distorted. The womb was filled with amniotic fluid. The tentacle very gently encompassed the foetus, enclosing it in a translucent bubble. It snipped through the umbilical cord and the cord attached to the foetus seemed to melt into the protective bubble.
Meanwhile, the amniotic fluid was allowed to drain. His view switched to half-and-half, part of his awareness was now back outside, watching the helpless girl. A stream of fluid poured down her legs and she was clearly screaming in distress.
She is not feeling pain. Perhaps mild discomfort. We are not sadistic or indifferent to the physical suffering of the specimens.
He watched, traitorously fascinated as the foetus was sucked back into the tentacle, now removed from its mother and the tentacle began to withdraw.
Suddenly the view changed. He was staring at himself.
He knew.
God! Noooooo!
He gurgled around his tube, thrashing as hard as he could, his breasts bobbing and bouncing on his chest. He saw the tentacle rise, as it had for the Renamon, from a fleshy mound between his legs. He felt his hips being pulled back and his tail being sucked upwards, forcing his hips into a vulnerable position. It gently pushed up and squeezed inside, sliding easily along his walls.
The sensation of his vagina opening and accepting the thick tentacle was so new he froze in shock. Its movement over his walls triggered electric sensations of pleasure and he shivered involuntarily.It was covered in a thin film of mucus, allowing it to slip easily along his flesh.
We ensured the act of penetration would be pleasureable. It was necessary to help ensure at least partial cooperation and participation of the specimen. Now, you will be implanted with the foetus.
I can't... I can't... he was breathless with panic and was having trouble formulating his thoughts.
You can and will. We will show and explain the process to you.
His view suddenly switched to inside his own womb. He couldn't believe it was actually inside him. As he watched, and felt, the tentacle worked its way into his uterus and stopped. The tip of the tentacle opened up. Then a fluid was pumped inside.
He moaned loudly at the sensation of sudden pressure building inside him. He felt his abdomen start to bloat. The outer view of his body showed his belly bulge very slightly.
Your womb must be filled with amniotic fluid first.
He could see both inside himself and out. His womb expanded, filling up with the fluid. There was a sucking sound as it drew out any air there might be and soon his womb contained a veritable amount of the liquid. His outer view showed his belly had bloated slightly. It wouldn't have been particularly noticeable if he hadn't watched it happen within a few seconds. He couldn't believe how strange it felt. His belly felt like it was blowing up like a balloon, yet it didn't feel painful.
Next, we must ensure you develop a placenta.
A small tendril wormed out of the main tentacle and aimed itself at his uterus wall. It touched the tip and seemed to fuse with it for a second. Then it broke off the tentacle and floated freely.
By now, he could see the bubble containing the foetus working its way up the tentacle. It was approaching the tip of the tentacle.
The foetus must now be implanted in your uterine wall.
The foetus-bubble floated free into his womb. It was guided by tendrils into the tentacle that had been attached to his uterus. Its free-floating end attached itself to the bubble and drew it close, into the uterus wall.
God, no... Please stop...
He watched, with an irresistible fascination, as the bubble melted away, allowing the tentacle to attach itself to the placenta still attached to the foetus. The tentacle changed colour to match the placenta and then all was still.
You are now successfully implanted. This child will feed and grow inside you. You will carry it to term. Most pregnancies last a month or so. In your case, less since the foetus is partly developed.
Dante watched the scene inside his womb. He had just witnessed the impossible. In the space of five minutes, it had taken a viable foetus from a healthy young Renamon and transferred into him. He was pregnant. He couldn't believe he was saying it, but he was definitely pregnant.
One more thing. Before we render you unconscious, we must harvest your milk.
Dante saw in his exterior vision a fleshy apparatus not unlike the one that had formed his breasts attach themselves to his four nipples. He gasped as they suddenly squeezed his bulbous breasts and simultaneously pulled firmly on his nipples, sucking at them. It took a few repetitions of this movement before he felt his nipples squirt their payload into the tentacles. It repeated this steady, firm movement, squeezing his breasts in the direction of his nipples, coaxing the milk towards his nipples where they were yanked to release the liquid.
You will be put to sleep.
Before Dante blacked out, he wondered if Joseph was being subjected to these horrors.
Dante came back to reality with the Voice in his mind:
We require your seed.
His view was once again switched to third-person and he saw, to his despair, that his belly had swollen greatly. The Renamon baby in his belly was growing apace.
You will give birth in approximately four to five days. In the meantime, you will contribute seed to the insemination of another specimen.
Contribute... Seed? He though weakly. He was having trouble concentrating communicating when he was watching his own pregnant form. His belly was so swollen it looked frightening. His bellybutton had bulged out and his breasts had increased in size.
He looked both frighteningly unnatural... and yet, so beautifully fertile and ripe.
Your species has several genetic and physical traits we are eager to experiment with. You will fertilise a specimen with their first conception.
His view switched to a Growlmon hanging suspended much like himself. He too had been given breasts, but six instead of four.
This specimen, like most of his species, is larger and capable of supporting more mammaries.
The view switched to inside the Growlmon. Set against his uterus wall was six small semi-translucent eggs. He couldn't tell their exact size, but he supposed they were about the size of a marble each.
This specimen has been idle since his bio-adaption. All we have done is milked him. It was such a waste. However, he has now become fertile and has recently ovulated. You will impregnate him.
He suddenly felt something touch his slit. His view switched so he was still looking inside Growlmon, but also watching himself. There was a mostly-translucent tentacle with what looked like a thin vein inside it. It was pushing into his genital slit.
It easily coaxed his cock out and then fastened itself around it, enveloping his cock in it's surprising warmth. He moaned, feeling the pleasure rise. It worked him, pumping his cock, stroking his length. His head lolled back as it squeezed along his length in a wave motion, like being sucked.
He tried to resist, but it was pointless. He knew Voice would simply keep at it as long as it took to make him climax, and he couldn't hold off the incredible pleaure forever.
Finally his seed erupted into the tube and it greedily sucked up his rich seed.
His view went back to the Growlmon, both outside him and inside. The Growlmon abruptly started flailing and thrashing.
Perhaps he had watched while it had harvested his seed?
We showed him. He will now be filled with it.
The internal view became his primary view. He could see as with the Renamon and himself, a tentacle rise and slip easily into the helpless Growlmons slit. He watched it worm it's way up into his womb. The tip opened up and several smaller tendrils slipped out. They each pointed towards the eggs nestled into his uterus wall.
Growlmon howled with despair, desperately thrashing, but it was clearly useless.
Each mini-tendril shot a jet of his warm seed at the eggs. Each tendril was aimed at one egg, but the jets of seed coated at least two or three each time. It took two full minutes for the seed gathered to be completely exhausted, by which time the eggs were invisible beneath a layer of slick, white and fertile cum. It coated the Growlmons belly, surrounding the eggs in his belly with rich, virile seed.
Growlmon sagged, sobbing audibly.
This specimen is resisting continuously in all our operations. He seems particularly resistant to the idea of impregnation. As punishment, he will be forced to watch the sperm enter each egg, infusing it with life. Then we will wake him at frequent intervals and show him the eggs swelling and we will force him to see the difference each time as his belly swells with life. We will make him aware of every moment as his body goes through his first conception and pregnancy.
Aren't you forcing him too quickly? Won't letting him slowly get used to it be more... constructive?
On the contrary, his frequent resistance is disturbing the other specimens around him. Also, continued emotional distress will most likely hinder or jeopardise the development of his young. He will be forced to see his pregnancy develop, step-by-step until he is accustomed to the idea of conception and birth.
Dante wondered at this logic, but clearly Voice was experienced.
It is milking time.
He felt the milking flesh attach itself and begin its gentle, rhythmic coaxing.
When Dante was revived again, he could instantly feel subtle twinges in his belly. His view was immediately split between an external view of himself and a view that was showing his vagina.
You are going into labour. It is time for you to give birth.
He gasped as a sharp, powerful contraction hit him. His view was split three-ways, now. He could see inside his womb. He gasped.
The foetus had become a grown Renamon baby as he had known it would. It was curled peacefully into a ball, head down, it's environment suddenly squeezing. It moved down towards the entrance of his womb.
The view between his legs showed a sudden rush of fluid pouring out of his slit. His waters were breaking.
Settle into a rythm, Voice advised, Bear down when you feel a contraction.
Dante did as he was told, bearing down hard, biting on his feeding/oxygen tube in his pain. He cried out loudly as a particularly strong contraction hit.
Hours passed, Voice gently advising him, coaxing him. He could see as the Renamons' head emerged from between his vagina lips, the crown of its head poking out. The head emerged and it was visible from the neck up, wailing and crying in its high-pitched voice. Other Digimon around him perked up, aware a birth was going on.
He was panting from fatigue, covered in sweat and pushing down on a baby whose head was poking out from his vagina.
Nearly there, Voice said.
A bed of flesh was formed beneath him, moving up to support the baby as it was born. Finally, he pushed and felt the baby, slick with birth-juices and blood, slide free.
The baby was crying and wailing, lying on the fleshy cusp. Gently, it rose up and was held in front of him.
The baby must suckle, Voice said.
The fleshy cusp closed around the baby, but left its arms free and its head exposed. It gently pushed it against his right upper-most breast. It opened its mouth and clamped down on the swollen nipple. He felt it begin to draw milk, suckling and whimpering in satisfaction.
A female, Voice said simply.
Dante watched, devoid of words and full of emotion as his surrogate daughter suckled his milk.
Dante was allowed to sleep, uninterrupted for a week and a half. When he awoke, Voice said,
It is most disappointing but you are not yet ready to conceive your own child. Once again you will need to settle for surrogacy.
His view switched to a young Biyomon. The pink bird was, as always, spread-eagled and upright.
This will be interesting as we are curious to note how your body copes with eggs.
Please no... Dante begged softly, tears flowing down his cheeks, I couldn't... I can't cope with another pregnancy.
Of course you can. Laying eggs, for you, will be far easier in this case than giving live birth. The eggs' maximum size is quite small relative to your own size. It will one of the easier births you will endure.
As it had been speaking, the Biyomon had been invaded by the tentacles. This one was clearly originally female, but had been bio-adapted. He was treated to an interior view of the young girl, barely in her teens. Her unfertilised eggs numbered six and were each smaller than the Growlmons eggs.
Those aren't fertile, Dante said.
Correct. You will be inseminated once the eggs are safely transferred to your womb.
Dante trembled.
He watched powerlessly as his future eggs were scooped up, one by one and swallowed by the tentacle. Once they were collected, his view switched back to his own dual-view, interior and third-person. He noticed his body was back to its normal, slim and healthy pre-pregnancy state.
The tentacle wasted no time in slipping into his cunt and pushing deep into his belly. Despite having experienced it before, he still caught his breath at the sudden electric tingles of pleasure shooting up his abdomen. In his internal view, the tentacle opened. At least this time, he wouldn't need to be filled with fluid. The eggs were....
He gasped in shock when he felt a spurt of fluid rush into him, saw the fluid pour into his womb. He arched his back, throwing back his head and cried a soft, muffled cry of surprise.
You did not expect to be filled? We must do so. Your body is not meant for carrying eggs to term. We must fill you with fluid to allow the eggs to develop in safety. It might interfere with fertilisation, but it will work nontheless.
Dante felt tears roll down his cheeks as he felt his belly stretch to accommodate the fluid, his womb expanding and his abdomen bulging outwards before his eyes.
After it had finished filling his belly with fluid, he waited anxiously as the eggs were transferred to him. He watched, powerless and weeping with despair as they popped one by one into his womb. They were wafted over to his uterus wall and there they stuck, the jelly-like eggs adhering to his walls.
And now we must gather the seed.
His view switched to another specimen, a Cyberdramon. It had already begun harvesting his seed and seemed to be milking him at the same time.
The Cyberdramon gave a muffled roar as he shot his hot seed into the tentacle. He trembled as he knew the seed was on it's way here.
Once more looking inside his belly, he saw the mini-tentacles snake out and point at his eggs nestled into his womb wall.
Agonising minutes passed, then they started spurting seed.
The seed came out in hot jets, covering the eggs and dissipating into the amniotic fluid. It took quite a while, Dante lost track of time, before the seed was exhausted, but his womb was now very murky indeed from the volume of seed. He swore he felt his belly bulge a little bit more from the extra fluid.
His eggs were now exposed to seed-filled amniotic fluid and he knew he was going to be pregnant again.
As it so happens, he have decided to let you communicate with your sibling. And witness his first surrogacy.
Dante perked up. Joseph?
His view switched to another Flamedramon, also endowed with four breasts. He was slighter of frame and smaller, clearly younger.
_Joseph?_He tried experimentally. The Flamedramon perked up.
Dante!? What's going on? I was inside this fleshy thing and... it did something to me.. Oh God, I can see myself!
Joseph, it's alright, remain calm. Dante tried to sound calm, but he knew right now the Hive was probably harvesting the foetus or the eggs or whatever it was going to implant in him.
Joseph, listen to me very carefully. You are going to be implanted with a baby. But listen, it's going to be...
What!? Are you crazy!? I have breasts! This thing sucked milk out me last time I was awake!
Dante had to make him stay calm. He could see the tentacle appear. That meant it had harvested the foetus.
Joseph, remain calm and don't struggle. Hold still and let it do its work. It will hurt less and be over quicker.
Sound advice, Voice commented.
Dante, help me! It's got a tentacle and... Arrrgh! He listened powerlessly as his little brother was impaled on the tentacle, plunging wetly into his slit. He could hear his brother sobbing and wailing through the flesh-mask.
He could see both inside and outside his brother, watching his fruitless struggling and also the slow invasion of his brothers' uterus. He wanted to call out, to comfort him, but how could he comfort him? Would he have been comforted by a friendly voice during his first implantation?
The tip of the tentacle opened inside Joseph. He expected a rush of fluid and it came, filling his brother's young belly.
Oh... Ohhh.. Uhhhh, Joseph groaned as he felt the same thing Dante had felt. The sensation of filling up, the stretching of his belly and the expansion of his womb as it was filled to the brim with fluid.
Ohhh God... Dante, help... I'm going to burst... Joseph quietly begged.
Joseph, just bear with it, Dante instructed, Your womb is being filled with amniotic fluid. Your baby will grow and develop in this fluid. It's necessary. I know its uncomfortable at first, but it will stop soon.
Joseph continued to groan, his back arching forwards and his head tilted back. To Dante's shock, it continued to fill him, his belly stretching beyond what Dante would have thought was safe.
That's enough! He directed at voice, You didn't fill me with that amount!
Your sibling is going to be implanted with a foetus at least twice as developed as your first implantation was. We need the extra room as a safety margin. Some of the fluid will be drained off when the foetus is safely implanted in his womb.
Dante watched, horrified as a half-formed foetus appeared at the mouth of the tentacle in his womb.
God... What is that? Joseph's voice was a mere whimper.
It's your baby, Joseph. Dante said sadly.
He was forced to watch as the Hive did its work in his brother's belly. It squeezed the half-formed baby - most likely a Weregarurumon- into his womb, free-floating and ensconced in a bubble just as the Renamon baby had been. His brother wept and whimpered, no longer fighting, as it was positioned against his uterus wall. It's umbilical cord was aimed at the wall and the tentacle attached there connected to it. Once connected to his brother's body, the bubble melted away and the tentacle sucked some of the fluid from his belly, causing his womb to constrict slightly. Then it receded.
Watching his brother both inside and out, He noticed his belly had swollen distinctly from the fluid and the presence of the unborn child. His brother was milked, the milking flesh gently and firmly squeezing his brothers' breasts.
Oh, please... His brother silently begged, Please let this be a dream.
I'm sorry, Joseph. You're pregnant now. But it'll be okay.
Joseph slumped as he was put to sleep, his baby now growing in his belly. Dante wanted to weep, seeing his brother like that.
It continued to milk him, even when he was asleep.
You must rest too.
Dante's last thoughts were that, at the very least, he wasn't alone anymore.