\n\t\t\t\t\tigglypou(A shorter story this time! Can't always come up with much and I wanted to upload something.)
The upside of places far away from established law and order, potentially easy pickings, the downside, their own version of law and order can be very… embarrassing! Feligris ponders as she takes a break from weeding the long row of succulent fruit she doesn’t quite recognize.
Not that it’s the work itself which is quite so embarrassing, despite her being the self-proclaimed “Corsair Queen” who has been temporarily humbled like this along with her crew and assigned to manual labour within the single orbital farm dome the colony has managed to scrounge up…
… it was more along the lines of the tracking collar, and the ankle and wrist cuffs, and the excessively form-fitting prisoner uniform which accentuates her every curve, and lastly but certainly not leastly her very gravid belly full of a squirming litter eventually headed down to the colony itself once she’s due. Inhaling sharply, Feligris suddenly looks down.
‘Grr, at least you could be less rowdy in there as I still need to carry you for a whole month – weh – how much bigger am I still going to get?’ she muses as she traces her clawtips over the taut curve of her abdomen which is mostly all she can see as she looks down, apart from her prominent engorged breasts with their nipples lewdly poking outwards under the tight thin fabric. Her large tufted ears splay out from the thought, especially as she knows the weekly inspection which she and her entire small all-female crew have been subject in their captivity, is again approaching today as she toils with the crops.
Reluctantly she begins to pluck out tiny weeds from the artificial mulch again, clumsily shuffling sideways beside the grow bed with her heaving breasts and jutting belly getting in the way constantly while her large floofy tail flicks from side to side in an annoyed manner.
‘I wish they’d let us use breast pumps on our downtime, holding milk for days on end makes our milk glands so engorged – it’s so naughty to make us suckle each other dry! Thought that’s on par with this place, I just hope none of us pops a uterus.’
Since the mandated litter size increased with each pregnancy there were persistent rumours of the uteri of imprisoned female criminals exploding every now and then from the strain but nothing to prove it, although Feligris wouldn’t put it past the management which seems focused on well-being to ensure healthy litters but simultaneously keeps reminding her and her crew how their value is solely in their wombs while they’re kept properly fed and reasonably stress-free for the purpose of being able to gestate their litters without a hitch.
‘Nnngh! Owww! They’d better keep their word and let us free after the next litter one of us might actually pop!’ she huffs after being forced to pause again due to a series of particularly strong kicks and movement within her, her entire belly distorting briefly as her litter shifts. ‘Or, I could take the deal of accepting all of their remaining litters into my own womb on the next round to let them get off early, perhaps they could – meow! – break me out of here before my womb bursts. Have to think about it…’ she continues her muttering at a barely audible voice, panting and straightening her hair as the humid atmosphere under the glass dome heated by the planet’s blazing sun continues to take its toll on her – but perhaps she now has an escape plan!
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