A warm, dull throbbing sensation spread across Kaitty’s chest.  The haze of sleep loomed, like a warm blanket draped across their mind.  “Mnh…” A drowsy grunt breached the silence.  There was probably still time before the alarm went off, it would be fine to go back to sleep, Kaitty thought.  Besides, it felt as though they were in the middle of a really nice dream.  That restful feeling of re-indulging in sleep even after somewhat stirring was too much bliss to not chase.  Their eyelids were too heavy to bother opening anyway; staying asleep had never felt better.
Countless spent proboscis syringes lay litered at the slumbering captive’s feet, teltale injection points speckled across their chest, which had filled out several cup sizes since their capture.  The suit was busy working away at Kaitty’s nipples, gingerly coaxing them, as if mindful to not disturb their rest.  A subdued smile spread, legs squirming ever slightly as the corrupted garment began stroking and massaging between their legs.
A vague sense of urgency echoed in the back of Kaitty’s subconscious; the kind of feeling one would feel when sleeping through their alarm clock, but continuing to dream under the pretense that their day had already begun in their dream world.  Something was off, but the warmth was too compelling a force to overcome.  Hips thrust in rhythm to the suit’s pumping.  Everything felt too good, trying to wake up felt so pointless, the warmth in her head was a constant wave of pleasure synchronized to her breathing.
Her breathing?  Of course, she thought.  She had always been a girl.  Her overly-sensitive breasts were more than proof of that, right?  A pair of appendages crept from the underside of the m*troid, tipped with transparent suction cups.  The suit, yielding to the stimuli, unraveled around Kaitty’s nipples, allowing the cups to affix themselves to her chest.  The appendages wasted no time in working away at Kaitty’s chest, sucking and straining.
Toes curled, paws gripping at nothing; the sensation of pleasure and a foreign pressure rising in her chest was slowly edging out the restful blanket draped across her mind.  “Ahh… mnhhhh…!” Hips twisted and shoulders rolled, her body unaccustomed to the sensations it felt.  Her chest was swelling up and felt like something was going to happen… but she couldn’t imagine what.
A single thin tentacle reached out and pressed lightly against her forehead, emitting a peculiar frequency.  Kaitty’s eyes snapped open, her head throbbing the same way her cock would during an intense edging session.  Temporarily blinded by the light, the line separating dream and reality blurred.  Her consciousness was being flooded with ecstasy, but kept just measured enough to keep from being pushed over the edge.
Finally the suction cups fulfilled their purpose as streams of milk erupted from Kaitty’s nipples, pouring into their organic collection sacks.  Hips thrust futilely into the air as pre spurted once more from the damp spot made by her helpless trapped cock, vision slowly returning.  She went nearly cross-eyed staring at the tentacle pressed to her forehead, its enrapturing vibration keeping her perpetually on the edge of her brain-gasm.
She tried to plead, but words would not form; communication was beyond her; reasoning with this creature seemed pointless, and even if it held some merit, she couldn’t put words to what she was trying to beg for.   “Ah… ooh…”  She cooed resignedly, edging from her tits, her cock, and her mind; it was too much to process, everything just felt too good to bother attempting to comprehend, let alone resist.
Her eyes craned down to the proboscis poised perilously between her legs.  Her suit parted, exposing her spasming dick for the first time since it had been donned.  Wrapping around her balls and squeezing tightly, the proboscis pressed against one of them, another pointedly taking aim at the other.  Her mouth hung open, tongue hanging out.
“Do it…”  She didn’t care what the injection would do; all that awaited was more unfathomable pleasure.  Teeth gritted as the needles pierced, a sharp, yet tantalizing pain sent chills up her spine.  Then all the tension was gone; her body unclenched as the new injections spread in her balls, performing whatever task her captor saw fit.
Her dick began spewing pre like an active volcano, then cum, but no orgasm came; the sensation of being edged continued to pound into her flesh, etching into her soul, even as all the cum spurted from her dick.  She watched, transfixed as her erection faded, slumping limp but still spurting cum, balls tightening and churning as they worked to push out every last ounce.
“M-more… toy with me more.  Do whatever you want to me!”  She supplicated before her new master as the suction continued against her nipples, her cock beginning to noticeably shrink.  Two figures peered down from the observation deck, smirking.
“What do you think, should we have our pet change her completely, or just leave it shrunken and soft?”  One jeered.
“I think we should leave that up to whoever ends up buying her.  We can milk a little extra out of them that way in modification fees.”

“You’re lucky, you know,” one of the scientists spoke to Kaitty, who had been liberated from her living z*ro suit.  Paws churned her shaft fruitlessly, eyes vacant as she sat prone, her breasts still pumping a steady, small stream of milk, unprompted.  “Not very many of our clients like toys with working cocks.”  Still lacking several inches, Kaitty’s dick throbbed unendingly, slicked with a constant sheen of pre.
“I suppose ‘working’ is a liberal use of the term.”  The other chimed in.  Since their modified parasite had forced her to empty her balls, Kaitty hadn’t been able to cum, dry or otherwise.  Despite regaining a modicum of composure over time, she couldn’t bring herself to try to flee.  Every time she told her legs to move, she wound up stroking herself into a stupor; time and time again, without fail.
“How many escape attempts does that make, anyway?”  One of them spoke to the other.  “I think it’s nine.  Surprised the poor thing can even think that much to try to run.”  How could they know?  Kaitty thought; she’d shown no signs of trying to escape, other than her own fleeting cognition.  Her wrist was beginning to cramp up again, arm slowly slumping to her side.
“Those modified eggs are something else, aren’t they?  It’s amazing how well they can adapt to their roles as gray-matter replacement.”  One of the two scribbled something down on a clipboard.
“What… did you do… to me?  To my head...??”  Kaitty stammered, eyelids half-drooped, her untouched cock twitching eagerly.  They glanced toward her, bemusement spreading across one’s face.
“Well would you look at that?  There’s still a light on upstairs.  A bit dim, but it’s on nonetheless.  How’s our little flesh puppet doing today?”  The figure patronized, grabbing hold of Kaitty’s shrunken dick and squeezing roughly.
Kaitty winced, feeling a wave of pleasure crashing through her mind, as if to counteract the pain from the rough treatment.  The wince broke into a dazed, muddled sigh, leading into an eager moan.  “I… my head… too good…  How?”  She managed to pant a broken sentence.
“You know, I was hoping someone would finally ask.  Usually the most we get is an incessant begging to be fucked.  It’s so refreshing to get down and dirty and talk some real science!”  The excitement in their voice laced with a maniacal twist, Kaitty’s balls were squeezed to add emphasis.
“Don’t rough her up too much, we still have some modification procedures lined up.”  The other warned, absent-mindedly scribbling more notes on their clipboard.
“You probably didn’t notice those little guys going into your head when our buddy latched onto you earlier, but I can tell you’re feeling their full effect now; those eggs are capable of mimicking gray matter… intercepting neurons and altering them.  The best part?  We finally managed to set up a wireless interface for them.  Now at the press of a button, we can alter their instructions instantaneously.”  Kaitty’s balls churned, a finger swirling atop her glans.
“It’s simple to program them to alter certain impulses, say, the impulse to stand up, into, oh, I don’t know, the impulse to stroke your cock until you’re completely exhausted.  They’re also constantly sending us feedback.”  Kaitty’s arm raised once more, gripping firmly at her shaft.  Her mind was taking in the words, even seeming to process them better than she should have been able to, given her current state, but despite telling her body to move, she felt a swelling excitement as her paw began working against her.
“Or to alter the sensation of ‘fear’ into that of ‘excitement’.” The other chimed in, now working dutifully away at the console.
“Of course, it’s not without certain compromises; we had to make a little… room in that head of yours, for our hijacking hardware.  But we managed to work that into our favor in development as well.  After all, our little friends need some source of energy before they’re fully adapted into your noggin, so we figured that since you won’t be putting it to much use anyway, it would be fine if we let them have a little nibble at that brain of yours.”  A maniacal smirk spread across the scientist’s face as Kaitty stroked, tongue hanging out, enraptured, a sensation of unrestrainable joy washing over her as pleasure echoed through her head, magnifying with each resonation.
“And it’s as simple as that.  I can see just how overjoyed it makes you to learn so much about your new state of being.”  He patted Kaitty on the head, causing her paw to stroke faster, squeezing uncomfortably tight.  The pleasure pounded harder into her mind from her tightening grip.  “However, what is science that cannot be demonstrated?”  They held a hand mirror to Kaitty, giving her a full view of her body as she stroked helplessly.
“Edge.”  They spoke; immediately Kaitty felt an intense pressure welling up in her cock, her hips thrusting uncontrollably as she watched milk drool from her breasts in the mirror.  Astonishment barely had a chance to register as her eyes fluctuated from their natural color to a deep hue, resonating with her instructions.
“Cum, cum, I need to cum, please let me cum, have to cum!!”  Resistance was utterly demolished as she succumbed to the obedience-instilling eggs in her head.  She could feel each thought of dread altering nigh-instantaneously, spurting pre at the mere notion of her hijacked brain being slowly devoured more and more with each passing second.  Her paws began working at eager nipples, churning her dick proving unsatiating.
“That’s enough for today’s lesson though.  Preparations for the final modification are ready.”  A collar and lead was affixed to Kaitty’s neck, followed by a stern tug, prompting the addled cat to slump down on all fours and craw behind the two labcoats, obedience rippling through her mind.

“Looks like our buyer is finally ready to proceed with that directive.  It should be interesting to see how the subject reacts firsthand.”  Kaitty laid on her back, legs spread eagle, unrestrained, in a sealed room, glass dome permitting filming equipment to capture multiple wide angles.  Her paws were working away at leaking nipples, mind completely vacant aside from the overwhelming need to be bred and to cum.
“Are you sure it’s okay to livestream the procedure though?  Isn’t this supposed to be a strictly confidential assignment?”  The other adjusted some of the lighting.
“The buyer insisted, actually.  No one would think something like this wasn’t staged; they’ll just assume we’ve got an absurdly high production value.  Some kinda kooky psy-ops intern probably thinks they’re being slick I bet.”  A mechanical hand holding a flask lowered towards the addled subject, pouring the liquid z*ro suit; it strung down at the pace of syrup, drizzling across her stomach, spreading out and coating her intently.
Kaitty’s thighs raised slightly, tail twitching as the living suit oozed over her body, wrapping, caressing, teasing its way across her sensitive flesh.  An audible sigh parted her lips as the suit’s victim squirmed, too entranced in a state of spiking and dipping pleasure, too enthralled by the reprogramming ovum rooted in her mind, to even contemplate resisting her amorphous captor.
It formed a ring around the base of Kaitty’s balls, squeezing tight while leaving them prone, as dozen thin threads of the liquid latticed up her dick, entrapping it in a state of similarly exposed restraint.  The suit adhered to itself at the wrists, forcing her paws away from her breasts, which were left similarly exposed.  A stripe of the suit even coiled around Kaitty’s tail, insuring its movement would be dictated independently of its owner.  “Need… cum…”  Kaitty muttered incoherently as her outfit pulled her upright.
She stood, hunched slightly, hardened nipples dribbling and eyes glazed over, scarcely registering as the specimen bay doors churned open.  The m*troid from earlier floated through, coming to a standstill several paces from Kaitty.  Her legs trembled, mouth hanging open as one footpaw stepped forward, then the other.  One slow step at a time the suit forced her prone body towards the creature.  “Mate…  Mate with me… please…!”  The hue flashed through her eyes, the ovum in her head going to work to fill her entire body with the immutable urge.
The m*troid wasted no time in advancing upon its eager partner, body pressing against Kaitty’s stomach, clamping down.  Appendages flooded out from its underbelly.  Her tailhole and maw were the first to be taken, simultaneously and without preamble.  She sucked eagerly, perineum twitching as the tentacle pushed further in between her legs.  Her suit began squeezing Kaitty’s tail, syncing to the pumping appendages occupying her insides.
The suit forced her to stand upright even as her legs unsurprisingly buckled from the overloading sensation; milking appendages adhered to her breasts and immediately began their bid at extraction.  Muffled moans were trapped in Kaitty’s throat as the tentacle occupying her mouth began to pour its nourishment into her, the impulse-altering eggs in her head assuring that her throat relaxed to accommodate the constant flow, even as her stomach began to slightly bulge.
A thickness pressed against her butt as far more developed eggs began to push their way into her from behind; the unexpected pressure against her insides made the steady flow of precum turn into violent spurts, but the eggs in her head forced a vigilant override on her cock’s ability to cum, forcing her to perpetually edge as her body thrashed uselessly, motionlessly against the suit on instinct alone, more spasming than attempting to offer any form of resistance.
The army of smaller tendrils from earlier made way towards Kaitty’s ears, filling them with more of the neural control ovum; her eyes rolled, head craning back as the programming appendage pressed against her head between them, sending encoded instruction with its vibration frequency.  Just as Kaitty’s vision began to fade from a lack of oxygen, the tentacle occupying her mouth withdrew, leaving her belly noticeably filled as she gasped for air reflexively, drooling.
The other appendages withdrew, suit releasing its restraints on her wrists and rescinding its lattice cage from her cock as the m*troid withdrew in turn.  Her hands strayed immediately, errantly stroking her unrestrained cock and fondling a nipple as the liquid suit formed a plug to contain the sheer volume of eggs deposited into her.  There was only one more step to complete the mating process, but the m*troid had depleted most of its energy.  The rest would be up to its partner.
The hue temporarily dimmed in Kaitty’s eyes, the neural control ovum going into hibernation, fog lifting from her mind.  “Subject X3291, you have a choice,” a voice boomed over the intercom, “Your current state is as an incubation chamber for dozens of m*troid eggs.  You can either complete your breeding with our specimen and achieve the release you have been denied for so long, or you can report to the medical bay for a treatment that will remove the eggs and reverse the effects of its injections.”
A single tentacle protruded from the barely floating m*troid now, its appearance insinuating a design meant for milking.  Kaitty’s cock trembled, paws barely managing to still their stroking and fondling as she stared, transfixed on the symbol of her release.  She bit her upper lip, gritting teeth as hands strayed from her breast and shaft.  “I want…” lips parted, words escaped.  Salvation, freedom was within her grasp.  A reprieve, to return to her old life.
Her old life of tedium.  Of unending ennui between routine extermination sorties.  Devoid of pleasure like anything she could have hoped to experience from her partner, whose cock-milking appendage was poised easily within her grasp. “I want to cum!”  She pleaded, kneeling and parting thighs.  The ovum in her brain stirred awake as the suit plug pressed firmly against her weak points, the hue saturating her eyes once more as cum erupted out of her pent-up cock without even being touched.
Her corrupted eyes went wide as the suit pounded into her, semen lancing meters through the air, reaching her resting partner as Kaitty’s body spasmed, falling backwards as her back twisted and arched to the rhythm of each unprompted ejaculation invoked by the mind-controlling modified eggs.  “Cumming, I can’t stop cumming…!”  She moaned and yelped, balls tensing, suit squeezing and releasing its ring around them in tandem with each spurt.
The m*troid stirred back to vitality as Kaitty’s semen absorbed into its helmet, informing it of its partners’ readiness to complete the process.  Kaitty’s hips were busy thrusting into the air as the last of her cum bubbled out, leading into a series of dry orgasms.  The milking apparatus shot to life, swallowing its victim’s member whole and going to work.  Kaitty yelped from the unexpected sensation, but quickly yielded to it, wave after wave of pleasure feeding back into her, quaking across her body and mind.
Even the dry orgasms had come to a stop as the apparent milking apparatus failed to extract anything.  Despite this, it continued coaxing, a gel filament within the milker extended, pressing to the tip of her urethra.  The milker’s purpose never was to extract semen; the same tiny ovum that were planted in Kaitty’s mind now flowed into her cock, pumping into her balls.  Now devoid of semen once and for all, Kaitty’s modified organ was being invaded, repurposed as a dispensary for reprogramming ovum.
Orgasm rippled across her crotch, but the sensation felt somehow inverted; with each subtle bump flowing into her, Kaitty felt ripples of pleasure in her balls.  “Cumming… cumming, I can’t stop cumming!!”  The m*troid continued filling her relentlessly, until its entire inner satchel was depleted.  Countless ovum now packed inside of her, the overwhelming pleasure putting her back at the edge effortlessly.
“Need more… have to keep stroking…”  Kaitty muttered to herself, the reprogramming ovum granting a brief moment of free will.  The liquid velvet of her z*ro suit reforming its lattice around her cock, binding it taut.  “No… need to… cum more…”  The ovum’s reprieve came to an end, the hue reappearing in her eyes as Kaitty’s vision faded.

Months later, on an undisclosed planet under the jurisdiction of the Galactic Federation, chaos erupted.  Swarms of m*troids attacked the populace, hijacking the bodies and minds of their prey.  The Federation Police force was swift to respond, but sorely unprepared to counter the invasion.  One by one they befell the same fate as the citizens they failed to protect, doomed to join the subservient ranks, foot soldiers in the effort to acquire more breeding flesh.
At the center of the chaos, mewling in a daze, Kaitty’s trembling cock drooled an endless supply of the reprogramming ovum into her milker.  Dozens of other breeders were taking their rightful place at her side, undergoing similar requisite modifications.  A pair of thirsty infant m*troids latched onto her leaking breasts, her paws cupping them gently as they fed from their mother.
This would be the first of many planets to be converted into a m*troid breeding farm.