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Sequel", "writing": "Two Pasts, One Future\n© 2019 Jack Doe. All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.\nWriting this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others.\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nLilia\n“Good news, Lilia!” said Miss Suzy, the orphanage director. “You’re going to be adopted today!”\nLilia looked up from what she was doing with a mixture of disbelief, curiosity, and eagerness.\n“Really?” she asked. “Who’s adopting me, Miss Suzy?”\n“They’re on their way right now,” Miss Suzy replied. “You’d better gather up your things; they’ll be here any minute!”\nLilia wasn’t going to argue. Over the last 4 years, she’d seen many fellow orphans adopted and always hoped that her time would come. Even she had to admit, though, that she never thought it would be like this. She thought that she’d at least get to meet her new parents before they decided to adopt her. Still, she longed to have a loving family once again, and if this was how it was going to start, then at least it had started, and as she was painfully aware, beggars couldn’t be choosers.\nShe didn’t know what it was—maybe people just preferred non-hybrids. Her father was a half-fox, half-rabbit, and her mother was a half-fox, half-otter, which made her half-fox, quarter rabbit, and quarter-otter. She was cute in her own way, but she wasn’t the stereotypical bunny with a cute, round poof-ball tail, a typical fox with pointy ears and pointy teeth, or an otter with a sleek coat and a love of the water. Instead, she had the long ears of a bunny, the lithe body and fluffy tail of a fox, made even fluffier by her rabbit ancestry, and webbed toes like an otter. Her body was orange; her belly was cream-colored, and she had a black patch on her back that extended down the top of her tail. Her arms and legs had black socks, and the backs of her ears were also black. She had big, green eyes and blonde hair pulled up tightly into a butt-length pony tail. She was cute, but—she guessed—not cute enough for most parents.\nUntil now.\nWith her excitement slowly pushing out her skepticism and nervousness, she eagerly went to her room and got the only thing she owned: her stuffed bear, his body charred and one of his button eyes hanging by a thread. He’d survived the car crash just as she had, but firefighters hadn’t been looking for him right away. He made it out, but he carried more scars of the ordeal than Lilia did. Well, physical ones, anyway. He was the only thing Lilia had left to remind her of her old life. Without any uncles or aunts or even cousins or grandparents to go to when her parents died, she’d come here, and the memory of her parents became more and more distant every day.\nShe clutched him close to her as she followed Miss Suzy into the greeting room. It was a cheery place—cheerier than the rest of the orphanage, at least—with a mural of a happy sun in a blue sky amid happy clouds looking down on rainbow-colored fur children playing outside in front of a schoolhouse. There were chairs for the adoptive parents to sit in and toys for would-be adoptees to play with. But Lilia wasn’t interested in those; they were intended for young furs—younger than she had been before she came here. What she was interested in were the seat occupants.\nThey sat together, holding hands, a male and female wolf couple. Their coats were gray and well-kempt. The male’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at Lilia, and the female got down on her knees the second Lilia walked in and extended her arms invitingly.\nLilia hesitated only a second before timidly walking over and trying out hugging the wolfess. Her eyes widened as the wolfess wrapped her arms around her. She had been hugged a few times since coming to the orphanage, but Miss Suzy and the other staff were usually so busy cleaning up messes and settling disputes that they had little time to hug the orphans. When they did, it was typically robotic and felt like it was done out of obligation rather than real affection. But this—this reminded her instantly of her parents, and she immediately buried her face in the wolfess’s soft fur.\n“Aww, it’s love at first sight!” Miss Suzy chuckled. “I can already tell that our little Lilia is in good hands!”\n“What do you say, kiddo?” the male asked. “Would you like to come live with us?” His voice was just as kind as his eyes.\nLilia looked from one wolf to the other and then smiled and nodded, clutching her bear close to her.\n“Well, all right, then!” the male chuckled, smiling. “Are you ready?”\nLilia glanced back at Miss Suzy, who nodded encouragingly and then looked back at the wolf couple and nodded. The wolves beamed and stood, and then they extended their hands for Lilia to hold. She took them both by the hand, and the three walked out of the orphanage and down the sidewalk to a Mercedes.\n“Wow, are you rich?” she asked.\n“Oh, this?” the male chuckled. “Nah, it’s just a rental.”\nHe opened the back door for Lilia, and she got in and buckled her seatbelt.\n“Such a good habit!” the female wolf praised her.\n“Not all of the cubs we’ve adopted have been so smart,” the male added.\n“All of the cubs?” Lilia asked, frowning. “Where are the others?”\n“Oh, you’ll see soon,” the female said as she climbed into the back seat beside Lilia and buckled her seatbelt, too. “We’re going there right now.”\n“Am I gonna have brothers and sisters?” Lilia asked, not sure whether she liked that idea or not.\n“Oh, plenty,” the male replied as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.\n“Well, um, are they brothers or sisters?” Lilia pressed.\n“I think you’ve talked just about enough,” the wolfess said the second they were out of sight of the orphanage.\nLilia frowned and turned to look at her in confusion, but just then, she felt something go over her face, some kind of rubbery mask. She smelled something strange, something that made her feel kind of giddy and then very sleepy. She looked at the wolfess beside her who held the mask over her face. Lilia didn’t understand, but she had little time to think about it.\nShe blacked out.\n*************\nLilia awoke and instantly felt cold. She tried to move and realized that she was strapped down, spread-eagled to a table. Then she realized that she was naked. She gasped. That explained the chill. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.\n“Hello?” she called. “Mr. and Mrs. Wolf? What’s happening?!”\nShe looked around as much as she could. Her arms were restrained just above the elbows, and her legs were restrained at the knee and ankle. She could move her arm side-to-side, but the restraints bolted into the table prevented her from rotating her arm upward. She tried to sit up, but she realized that her waist was also restrained, and she could only move her head a little bit; something was pinning her neck down, too.\nCold sweat broke out all over the cub, making her even colder.\n“Help me! Somebody!” she cried.\nShe suddenly gasped on hearing voices. Turning her head, she could see only shadows through a doorway.\n“Thank you for bringing us this tasty treat!” a craggy, old voice said.\n“You two have always been so good at bringing us…fresh meat,” another voice agreed.\n“And the payment?”\nLilia gasped: it was the male wolf’s voice.\n“Of course,” the first voice said. “Here you go. I trust we’ll have another one soon?”\n“You know how to reach us,” the female wolf’s voice said.\nLilia heard footsteps walking further away.\n“Wait, no! Don’t leave me here!” Lilia cried, but in vain.\nShe heard the sound of the door open and then close. Meanwhile the two shadows moved towards the doorway. Lilia’s breathing came in shallow gasps, and she swallowed and licked her dry, trembling lips.\nAn old rat walked in. Lilia gasped. He wore nothing but a tattered, old straw hat. And he was definitely a he—Lilia trembled in fear at seeing his penis standing straight out. It looked like a withered, old stick, crusted over with scabs, sores, warts, and pus. As he walked by, the stench of him made her feel nauseous.\nAnother rat followed him in, looking just the same, only he had no hat. Instead, he had a coronet of wild whitish-gray hair and walked with a cane. He smelled just as bad as the first rat.\n“We–hehehell,” the hatted rat said, “Would you look at that? She’s plump, Matt.”\n“A lot leaner than the last one, though,” Matt replied. “But she’ll do, Hat; she’ll do!”\nLilia looked from one rat to the other, her jaw trembling.\n“What are you gonna do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.\n“Look at that pussy on her!” Hat said. “Mmm, doesn’t that just look like the tastiest thing you ever did see, Matt?”\n“Sure does, Hat.”\nBut as Hat got up between Lilia’s legs, Matt smacked him on the head with his cane.\n“What’d you do that fer?” Hat protested, rubbing his head and scowling.\n“Just like you to go straight for dessert,” Matt scolded him. “Now, you use your manners and introduce our guest.”\nHat moved around to Lilia’s right side, muttering under his breath as Matt moved over to her left side.\n“All right, all right,” Hat said at last. “Girlie, I’m Hat, and this here’s Matt. And you? You’s dinner.”\nLilia gasped, her eyes wide. “N–no; I’m Lilia! Lilia! I’m not dinner!” she protested.\n“Hehehe! Nah, you’s dinner,” Matt echoed.\n“And the entertainment, too!” Hat chimed in. “We’s gonna eat you, starting with those cute little fingernails, and we’s gonna just keep us a-eating until you gots no arms left!”\n“Eyuh, that’s ‘bout right, I reckon,” Matt agreed. “And then we’s gonna turn you loose. And you’s gonna run through the woods.”\nLilia shook her head, tears appearing in her eyes. “I don’t want you to eat me!” she cried.\n“Aww, there, there, don’t cry,” Hat said, patting her with a gnarly, filthy hand. “I haven’t gotten to the best part! When we turn you loose, you’s gonna run, and if you gets away, then we’ll let you go!”\n“An’ if you don’t, then we’s gonna drag you back here,” Matt said, his voice husky.\n“Mmm, yeah, we’s gonna drag you back here,” Hat agreed as both rats began stroking their disfigured malehoods. “And then, we’s gonna eat your legs. And then, dessert!”\nA whack to the head from Matt’s cane sent Hat to cussing.\n“You an’ your dessert!” Matt said, shaking his head. “We’s gonna utilize that part before we eats it!”\n“Oh, right!” Hat said, forgetting his anger at Matt. “Eyuh, we’s gonna utilize you nice and good. Mmm! I can’t wait to start utilizing dessert! I feel like I could start right now—” He trailed off as Matt raised his cane threateningly.\n“And don’t even think about passing out, there, girlie,” Matt said, reaching above Lilia’s head and showing her a syringe with a rusty needle on it. \nHe held it over her face to make sure she got a good look. Lilia’s eyes widened, and she shook her head as best she could. But as soon as she reacted, Matt took the needle and stabbed it into her buttock. Lilia shrieked in pain as the rusty needle forced itself into her, burning, stinging, and itching as it bored through her skin and dispensed its burning contents. Suddenly, her eyes shot wide-open, far wider than they ever should be. Her heart began to palpitate, and she began to hyperventilate.\n“Dinner time, Hat!” Matt grinned.\nIn a panicked haze, Lilia saw Hat grab her hand. She felt Matt grab her other. Too out of sorts because of the drug that had been injected into her to understand what was going on, she watched, dazed, as Hat brought his teeth to her fingernail. She shuddered as she felt his lips graze her fingertip and then grimaced as he bit off her fingernail and started chewing it.\nA searing pain in her left hand made her flinch, trying to snatch it away as she whipped her head to look. She couldn’t believe her eyes: her middle finger was missing the furthest bone.\nThen the pain really hit.\nShe let out a blood-curdling scream as blood spurted from her finger. Adrenaline and the drug flooded through her system, and she yanked her arms towards herself as hard as she could, but for as frail as they looked, the rats were shockingly strong. Squeezing her eyes closed in pain, Lilia made fists of her fingers to protect them.\nOn her left hand, she felt a sickening crunch on her index finger as Matt bit right through it and began loudly chewing it up. On her right hand, it was her thumb that suffered. Her voice high and shrill, the poor girl desperately fought against the restraints and furs that trapped and tormented her. Another sickening crunch made her middle finger disappear completely, and another removed her pinkie. Lilia thrashed about in indescribable pain as finger after finger was gnawed off of her. Her head swam from the pain. She felt darkness beginning to close in.\nOh, yes…please…let me just…sleep…\nShe sucked in a breath and screamed as another shot was delivered into her buttock. Beside herself with pain, she threw up all over herself, but unable to move her head freely, she couldn’t clear the terrible taste from her mouth.\nCRUNCH!\nTears streamed down Lilia’s face as she cried over and over again, her body heaving as part of her hand disappeared. Devoid of fingers to gnaw on, the rats had moved up her body and were now gnawing on the skin and flesh between the bones in her hands. \nUnable to stop the indescribable pain, Lilia lost control of her bladder and voided, adding the stench of terror-infused piss to the already-stinking room. Her hands—what was left of them—were mangled and bloody. Tendons snapped and shot up her arm as the rats gnawed through the tendons that controlled her fingers. With a couple of loud CRACKs, the rats broke her wrists off and started eating their way up her forearms.\nDarkness once again filled Lilia’s vision. Her tear ducts were dry, yet the horrible, unyielding pain persisted. She wanted to die.\nPlease… she thought. Please…just make it stop!\nA sudden pain in her right forearm made her shriek in agony as Hat’s teeth sank through her skin and met between her radius and ulna.\n“Music to my ears!” Matt exulted as he chomped into Lilia’s other arm, eliciting another bloodcurdling scream.\nLilia couldn’t bear to watch. The pain in both her arms was horrible enough, but seeing her own flesh being ripped away piece by piece, seeing her own bones poking through her skin, seeing her own tendons as they frayed, snapped, and shot up into her upper arm—was the stuff of nightmares. She lay there, her body shaking and getting clammy as it tried to enter shock despite the awful drug that wouldn’t let her sleep through this terrible torture.\nShe writhed there, desperately wishing for an end to her suffering, when she felt the rats at her elbows. With just a few chews, her forearms fell off; the rats had chewed through the ligaments that held them on. They landed with an echoing thud on the ground as Lilia’s body arched against its restraints in a desperate attempt to escape.\nSuddenly, the chewing stopped, and the rats both stood over her. Her eyes flicked from one to the other, then squeezed shut as she tried to shut out the image of blood—her blood—dripping from their rotten teeth onto her. She could smell their fetid breath and feel their drool pooling on her shoulders.\n“Hey! Girlie!” Matt yelled.\nLilia’s eyes snapped open in fear. Faster than the blink of an eye, the horrible rat’s fingers plunged into her eye and ripped it out of its socket. Her voice caught in her throat before unleashing itself as a hoarse wail. Her handless arms lurched forward, trying to cover her face, but it was completely in vain.\n“I love to hear her scream!” Hat grinned. “Hey, you gonna eat that?”\nMatt tossed Lilia’s eye to Hat, who chomped down on it and splattered it like a cherry tomato all over Lilia. She shrieked and hyperventilated, unaware that her torment could get worse than it already had been.\n“I think that’s about enough for the first course, what ‘bout you?” Matt asked.\n“Eyuh, I think we can turn her loose and get on with the show!” Hat agreed.\nWith shocking speed, they unfastened all her restraints. Too pained to think straight, let alone move, let alone fight back, Lilia lay there convulsing on the table.\n“’Bout time for another dose,” Matt said, jabbing her in the ass once more.\nLilia’s one eye constricted, and she suddenly stopped convulsing.\n“That’s right, out you go,” Hat said, grabbing her by her long rabbit-like ear and dragging her, blubbering, out the door.\n“Thirty minutes, Girlie!” Matt said. “Timer starts now!”\nThe door slammed behind her, and a one-eyed, forearm-less Lilia collapsed on the ground. Her head swam; she couldn’t think straight, but amid the many incoherent thoughts that swirled around in her mind, one stood out and kept getting more and more insistent.\nRun.\nRun!\nRUN!\nSomehow, she got her legs under her. Staggering, she got to her feet and slid herself along the wall. Without hands to steady herself, she had to rely on her shoulders instead. She made it to the corner of the house and suddenly spied the driveway.\nDriveway. Road. Highway. Home. Home!\nShe staggered in a stupefied haze towards the driveway. She made it to the edge of the house and stepped out onto the gravel surface. Broken glass and sharp gravel dug into her footpads, but after what she’d just endured, the pain seemed trivial and far away by comparison. Her mind began to swim again, but she willed herself on, one foot in front of the other as she made her way up the steep driveway.\nShe came to the road; she had no idea which way to go, but she just turned to the left and continued walking, desperately hoping to find some help. She saw lights coming around the corner. She waved her stumps of arms and cried out hoarsely.\nA cop car turned into view. Blinded by the bright lights and running on her last ounce of strength, Lilia staggered towards it.\n“Help…please…” she managed.\n“Oh, shit…” the officer in the car said as she brought the car to a screeching stop and got out.\n“Easy,” the tigress said to Lilia. “It’s gonna be okay.”\nLilia—at last—blacked out.\n*************\nShe awoke to find herself in a white room. The walls were white. The ceiling was white. The floor was white. The linens on her bed were white.\nLilia gasped. Her bed! She looked around. There was no cabin, there were no woods. Sunlight streamed through a window to her right. She was in a building many stories above the ground, she thought. Then she heard it: the soft beep of an EKG behind her. She realized she was in a hospital recovery room.\nThe EKG began to beep faster. She looked down at her arms. The EKG doubled in time as she realized that she truly had no forearms. She closed her right eye.\nShe had no left eye. She had no hands to bring to her face to see if she even had a left eye. She began to cry.\n“Oh! You’re awake!” a voice said.\nLilia looked up and gasped. Her eye widened in terror, and the white sheets at her groin turned yellow.\nIt was a female wolf.\nLilia screamed, kicking against the sheets and driving herself backwards against the back of the bed, screaming hysterically.\n“Child, what on earth is wrong?!” the nurse cried helplessly, stepping towards her.\nLilia’s screams intensified, summoning at least a dozen nurses into the room. They all looked around and couldn’t figure out what was going on.\n“Okay, everybody out,” a voice said.\nThe voice wasn’t shouting, but it rang out clearly over Lilia’s screaming.\nA liger in a lab coat waited for everybody to leave and then stepped inside. The moment the wolfess nurse left, Lilia’s screaming calmed somewhat.\n“You poor girl,” the liger said, shaking her head. “I’m Dr. Evie, or Dr. E, if you prefer. It seems you’ve had a terrible experience, huh?”\nSomething about the liger was comforting to Lilia. Though she was nine feet tall and towered high above the little girl, there was something about her demeanor that made her less scary than anybody else had been. Still, Lilia had been through a lot.\n“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I did, but please don’t hurt me.”\nDr. E looked at her, shocked. “Why would I hurt you?” she asked. “I’m here to help you!”\nShe advanced slowly and sat at the foot of Lilia’s bed. She swallowed.\n“Did somebody hurt you?” she asked. “Do you remember?”\nLilia nodded. “Rats,” she said. “They were rats. They—they bit off my fingers, ate my hands, ate my arms! How…” she broke out into tears. “How will I wave to people? How will I pick things up? What did I do? I’m sorry—just…let me have my hands back!”\nEvie swallowed, a lump forming in her throat in sympathy for this poor girl. “What about your eye?” she asked. “Did the rats do that, too?”\nLilia closed her remaining eye and sobbed. “They just snatched it out! I”—she gasped, her pupil constricting as she flashed back to it—“I was in a cabin, strapped down. There were…rats. They were eating me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. They kept injecting something into me. It make me sick. It wouldn’t let me sleep. I just wanted to sleep, to not hurt! Why were they so mean? Why did they want to hurt me?”\nShe looked at Dr. Evie with tears in her eyes: tears of hurt, tears of bewilderment.\nDr. Evie shook her head. “I–I don’t know,” she admitted. “I can’t imagine why anyone would want to hurt someone as sweet as you. But how did you get to the cabin? Do you remember?”\nLilia tried to think. She remembered…no…she just remembered the cabin. She looked at Evie with new fear in her eyes.\n“I don’t know!” she cried. “I–I don’t know how I got there!”\nThe door opened, and the nurse popped her head in. “Doctor, is it all right if I take her vitals?”\nLilia began screaming again, and Dr. Evie quickly shooed the poor nurse back out the door. \nShe put a soothing hand on Lilia’s foot through the blankets, and Lilia began to settle down.\n“Did—did a wolf hurt you?” Dr. Evie asked. “That’s twice you’ve started screaming on seeing poor Nurse Theresa.”\nLilia thought about it and then shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said miserably.\n“That’s okay; let’s just see what you can remember,” Dr. Evie said. “Can you tell me your name?”\nLilia nodded. “It’s—” She trailed off, and then her eye widened again. “I–I don’t know,” she said numbly. It was like she was back in the cabin, only different. Before, she couldn’t sleep as parts of her were bitten off, and now she couldn’t remember as bits of her memory left her. It was a helpless, miserable feeling that made her want to cry all over again.\n“It’s okay,” Dr. Evie said, scooting forward and hugging her. “It’s gonna be okay.”\nLilia tried to hug back with the stumps of arms she had left. She broke down, sobbing into Dr. Evie’s fur.\nThe phone rang, and Dr. Evie reached over to grab it.\n“Yes?” she asked. “Oh, I see.” She glanced down at Lilia, who clung to her chest desperately. “Oh, the poor girl. That’s terrible. All right. Thank you.”\nShe hung up and stroked Lilia’s ears.\n“Good news,” she murmured. “They got the creeps.” She shook her head. “You’re an orphan, aren’t you?” she asked slowly.\nLilia thought about it and then nodded, feeling relieved that she could at least remember that much.\n“You were taken in by some wolves who turned you over to those rats,” Dr. Evie said. “You poor, poor girl. You thought you finally had a chance at a good life, only to have this happen to you!” She shook her head sadly. “What is wrong with people?” she murmured. Glancing down at Lilia, she said, “You know, I grew up without parents, too.”\n“I had parents,” Lilia said, frowning bitterly. “They died, in a car crash.” She gasped. “Where’s Bear?” she cried, looking around. “I had him, and then he—” Her eyes widened. “They were wolves,” she said. “A male and a female, both gray. They seemed so nice.” Her face clouded as her eye misted up again. “They have Bear,” she whispered. “I remember everything. A Mercedes. My name is Lilia. They came to get me. They wanted to adopt me before they even met me. I knew there was something wrong with them!”\nDr. Evie held her as she burst into tears again.\n“It’s tough, Lilia,” she said, “Living without your parents. My mom gave me up when I was only a baby. “\nEvie\n“Look, I read your ad, and I have what you need: a healthy baby to run your tests on or whatever,” the lioness said. “Now, do you want her or not?”\n“You realize that this may be very hard on her, right?” an otter in a lab coat replied. “It may even be painful.”\n“Like I give a crap what happens to her,” the lioness said. “I was gonna throw her in a dumpster, but if you guys are willing to pay…”\nThe otter shuddered at the lack of maternal instincts in this particular lioness.\n“Very well,” he said. “As the ad said, $5,000. You agree to give up your rights as her mother, correct?”\n“Yeah, fine, whatever.”\n“All right. Sign here.”\n“Done. Now where’s the cash?”\nThe otter paid the lioness.\n“Wait,” he said as she turned to leave. “Does she have a name?”\n“Yeah,” the lioness replied. “Pain in the ass.”\nShe walked out, leaving the otter’s jaw hanging open. He shook his head incredulously and turned to look at the infant liger girl in his arms.\n“I think I’ll call you Evie,” he said thoughtfully. “Come on, Evie.”\nHe carried her back into the lab. Putting her face-down on an exam table, he grabbed a handful of syringes and placed them next to her before pulling the blankets that wrapped her up out of the way to give himself access. Then he undid her diaper and exposed her bottom.\n“You’re not gonna like this too much,” he said, “But just bear with me, all right? It’ll all be over soon.”\nOne by one, he stuck the needles into her infant buttock, six in her left and six in her right. She squalled the whole time, understandably very unhappy. Then he put her diaper back on, wrapped her back up, and cradled her until she quieted down. As soon as she fell asleep, he put her into a cradle in a large nursery full of other babies and went back to follow up on the paperwork.\n“Subject: Evie. Drug mixture number 5. Date of injection…” He looked at his watch and recorded the date. “Well, Evie, now to wait until you turn 12.”\n*************\nThe initial drug effects happened quickly. Within a year of injection, young Evie had grown a penis and testes in addition to her vagina. Her penis began as a small, purple nub and steadily increased in length until she was about one year old. At the time, it had no distinguishing marks. It did, however, make diaper changes challenging for Dr. Brunson, the otter who had purchased Evie from her mother.\nMore changes would come shortly after her penis stopped growing. Her nipples, nose, and the inside of her anus, vagina, and navel all turned purple and began to glow faintly. This was unexpected, to say the least, and Dr. Brunson observed this with great interest.\nAside from the side-effects and being raised in a lab setting, Evie’s childhood was relatively normal, all things considered. She received a first-rate education from Dr. Brunson, the other researchers, and a series of other teachers called in to broaden her knowledge in other areas. She had the opportunity to play with the other research subjects and thereby learned interpersonal skills. And despite his business running the experiment, Dr. Brunson did take a liking to Evie and acted, as best as a fur in his position could, as a sort of father figure to her. \nEvie began puberty at age 9, and with that came a host of new and bewildering changes, some of them unexpected even for Dr. Brunson. Her breasts filled out first, as expected, and her body began to shed the last of her baby fat. Her testes descended a year later, and she began to grow more muscular. Her penis began to show morphological changes, as well. A thin line of tissue running around the middle of her penis swelled, giving her penis what looked like an equine’s medial ring. When she became erect—which happened frequently due to the hormonal changes—the base of her penis expanded into an almost spherical ball three times the diameter of her shaft, much like a canine’s knot. The vascularization on her penis increased, as well: thick veins appeared to supply it with ample blood, and it grew significantly in length, to over two feet. The hormonal changes made her very moody—doubly so because of the large amounts of estrogen and testosterone vying for her attention. Most surprising to Dr. Brunson, though, was the fact that she began to spontaneously lactate, something he had heard of occasionally occurring during puberty, but not to this extent. He ended up buying her a breast pump and instilling in her the importance of keeping herself drained so as to avoid mastitis. He felt badly for her—that was a lot to have to keep up with for a 10-year-old—but it soon became second-nature. An analysis of her breast milk showed that it was completely normal, with one exception: there were some interesting proteins present that were unlike anything he had ever seen in milk or anywhere else before. He and his staff set out to isolate and study them.\nWhen Evie had her first ejaculation at around 10-1/2—a fair bit early, but given the other changes, not unexpected—she asked Dr. Brunson about it. He was disappointed to learn that it had gone onto her sheets and was thus contaminated and not a reliable source for evaluation. He encouraged her to do it again when she felt like it but to collect it in an unlubricated, condom-like container. This she did, and once again, everything was completely normal save for the presence of some foreign proteins. The researchers quickly identified them as the same ones present in her milk, but even after a year of researching, they still hadn’t quite figured out what the proteins were intended to do. \nAround Evie’s 11th birthday, Dr. Brunson began preparing her for what was to come on her next birthday.\n“We’ve got a lot invested in you, Evie, so we can’t just not do the experiments,” he said apologetically. “It will probably be scary, but just trust that we’re not trying to hurt you. We are, however, going to push you as far as we can. We have to know the limits of the changes that have happened.”\nEven though they were coming from Dr. Brunson, whom Evie really liked and even loved, those words weren’t reassuring. Evie spent the next year nervous about what was to come. In retrospect, Dr. Brunson thought to himself that perhaps he should save that speech for right before the experiments began. Evie went to him multiple times that year, imploring him to change his mind and to leave her be. It broke his heart to see her so anxious, but he had to remain firm—what was it all for if they just stopped now?\nThe night of her 12th birthday was the worst. Evie was so beside herself that Dr. Brunson had to give her a sedative. As an intern took the sleeping girl to her bed, the otter sighed and shook his head.\nHe had to be firm.\n*************\n“Time to wake up, Evie,” a voice said.\nEvie opened her eyes and looked up blearily to see Dr. Brunson standing over her.\n“Happy birthday,” he said with a wan smile. “I’m sure you’re anxious to just get this over with, so we’ll have cake afterwards, okay?”\nEvie’s stomach turned, but she nodded, got out of bed, and started to get dressed.\n“That won’t be necessary,” Dr. Brunson said. “We’re just going to take them off when we get to the lab anyway.”\nEver since they were infants, the girls had not been required to wear clothes if they didn’t want to. Some wore them while others didn’t, and Evie was one who wore them less often than others. Thus, her wandering the hallways naked wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She swallowed, nodded, and followed him, her heart pounding in her chest. She walked past the other girls, who knew something was happening but not what. As the oldest of them, Evie was the first one to undergo the experiments. Determined not to scare her friends, she smiled and waved as she walked by.\nThey came to an exam room, just an ordinary exam room like one in countless doctors’ offices. Dr. Brunson patted the exam table, and Evie crawled up on it, grimacing as the cold surface pressed against her bare bottom.\n“All right, let’s start with a basic exam,” Dr. Brunson said. Putting his stethoscope in his ears, he listened to her heart, her breathing, and her guts. He took her vitals and observed with satisfaction that everything appeared normal. He checked her eyes, her ears, her nose, and her mouth, and nodded. He inspected her skin, her hair, her hands, and her feet. Everything was completely normal, and he recorded this with a mixture of satisfaction and relief.\nNext, he began a thorough examination of her genitalia. He measured her testes, penis, knot, and medial ring and then asked her to stand with her back to him, spread her legs, and bend over. He then inserted his finger into her anus. She gasped, and her penis grew erect as he felt of her prostate.\nThen he had her get back on the exam table and put her feet into stirrups.\n“This may feel a little uncomfortable,” he said apologetically, “But it’s all part of seeing where we’re starting from, okay?”\nEvie swallowed hard and nodded as he disappeared between her legs. He examined her vulva and noted that other than the purple glow, everything appeared normal. Next, he gave her a pelvic exam, gently inserting two gloved fingers into her vagina and pressing down on her stomach. She grimaced at the odd sensation, but it was over as soon as it started. Last, he pushed something inside of her, and to her shock, she felt it spreading her open wider and wider. She felt something tickling something deep inside of her, and Dr. Brunson let her vagina shrink back down to normal size.\n“All right,” he said, pulling up a stool to sit on after letting her drop her legs for a rest. “I have good news: everything is normal, and you look perfectly healthy.”\nEvie smiled. “So, does that mean it’s over?” she asked. “Can I go have cake now?”\nThe otter’s face clouded. “I’m sorry, Evie, but that was just the routine exam; now we have to start the other tests.”\nEvie’s face fell. “Oh,” she said, her stomach twisting up all over again. “Okay.”\n“We’ll start easily, all right, Evie? This first part shouldn’t hurt a bit.”\nEvie swallowed and nodded as two more researchers came in carrying strange items she didn’t recognize but that looked vaguely like disembodied penises.\n“Guys, please keep the instrumentation out of view of the patient,” Dr. Brunson said, putting himself between Evie and the others and glancing over his shoulder at her.\nAfter that, Evie didn’t see anything else until right before it happened to her, if at all.\n“Okay, for this first test, I’m just going to put my finger in different places to see how your body does,” Dr. Brunson said. “If anything hurts, you just let me know, and I’ll stop right away, okay?”\nEvie nodded. The way he smiled was very reassuring, just like it always was. She put her legs back up in the stirrups, and he moved down between them once more.\n“All right, here’s the first one,” he said.\nEvie felt his finger press into her vagina.\n“Doing okay?” he asked.\nShe nodded, and he pressed his finger in up to where it met the rest of his hand, and then he pulled out. He said some things to the other scientists, who wrote some things down.\n“Here’s the next one,” he said, pouring some lubricant onto his fingers.\nEvie’s eyes widened as she felt something press against her anus and then push inside. She cringed and shuddered as the cold, bony finger penetrated her.\n“Everything okay?” Dr. Brunson asked.\nEvie grimaced but nodded, and the otter removed his finger and said some things to the other scientists.\n“All right,” he said, taking off that glove, throwing it away, and donning a new one, “Let’s move on to something else.” He stepped up close to her face. “I’m going to put my finger in your mouth, and I want you to just let me put it in as far as it will go. If you start feeling like you’re going to throw up, raise your hand, okay?”\nEvie nodded. Dr. Brunson lifted his hand, she opened her mouth, and the doctor slid his finger along her tongue and just started to hit the front of her throat when his finger bottomed out. He glanced down.\n“Okay?” he asked.\n“Mm, hmm,” Evie replied.\nDr. Brunson nodded and removed his finger, and Evie smacked her lips and shriveled her nose at the taste of latex.\n“All right, very good so far,” Dr. Brunson said. “Let’s continue.”\nHe moved down to Evie’s groin and stroked her penis a few times. It extended, as expected, and Dr. Brunson grasped it firmly behind the knot. Then, using a fresh glove, he pressed the tip of his finger against Evie’s urethra. It spread for him, and he pressed his finger inside. Her body tensed, and he paused.\n“Evie, is everything all right?” he asked.\n“It stings,” Evie replied, wincing.\nDr. Brunson nodded. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “Can you tough it out for me like a big girl a little longer?”\nEvie nodded, though her fists and teeth remained clenched, and Dr. Brunson continued to press the rest of his finger into her urethra. Then he pulled out, and Evie breathed a sigh of relief.\n“Good girl,” the otter praised as he donned yet another glove. “The first part is almost done; we just have a few more things to try.”\nHe moved up beside her chest and pressed his finger to her nipple. She let out a little gasp.\n“Evie, have you been milking yourself like you’re supposed to?” he asked.\nEvie nodded. “Not today, though,” she said.\nDr. Brunson nodded thoughtfully and then squeezed her nipple with his free hand, sending a stream of milk through the air. Evie’s eyes glossed over, and her body went limp.\n“Feels good, huh?” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “No wonder you’ve been so compliant in doing it three times a day!”\nWith Evie’s mammary gland emptied somewhat, Dr. Brunson pressed his finger to her nipple once more. It gave a little resistance, so he pressed a little harder, and then his finger suddenly pressed inside. His face grew thoughtful as he pressed harder, lodging his whole finger down inside Evie’s nipple. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over to see that her penis was completely erect and throbbing.\n“Very interesting,” he said, pointing it out to the other doctors. “Let’s try the other one.”\nHe gave her erection some time to subside and then repeated the procedure of emptying Evie’s other nipple and pressing his finger into it. The result was very much the same: his finger disappeared, and Evie’s penis grew erect.\n“Fascinating. All right, this next one will be the last test of this type. Then we’ll take a break, all right?”\nEvie nodded, and Dr. Brunson moved towards her stomach. Pressing firmly to avoid tickling her, he brought his fingers down on top of and to either side of her navel. Sliding his palm forward, he pressed his middle finger against her belly button. It did not yield.\n“Huh, interesting,” he said, moving his fingers around to press here and there. He moved his other hand to get it out of the way as he stepped right up against the exam table. As he brought his hand down, he accidentally grazed her nipple. She gasped in pleasure, her penis grew hard, and his middle finger disappeared inside of her.\n“Fascinating! How very interesting!” the otter exulted. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”\nHe moved his middle finger into and out of Evie’s navel as he let her erection subside. The second she was completely soft, her navel clamped down around his finger. He pulled firmly backwards, but he was completely stuck!\n“How does that feel?” he asked.\nEvie made a face. “Like a stomachache,” she said. “Not bad, but it doesn’t feel good, either.”\n“Very interesting.”\nHe reached over to graze her nipple once more, and her navel released his finger.\n“How did it feel when I was moving it in and out?” he asked.\n“Kind of good,” Evie replied. “Not as good as when you touched me down there or up here,” she said, glancing at her crotch and then her nipples, “But kind of good.”\nDr. Brunson nodded. “Very interesting indeed. All right, that concludes this set of tests. Let’s take a break, and then we’ll come back to the next test. In the meantime, I want you to go to the bathroom and do everything you can, okay?”\nEvie nodded, and the doctor helped her to her feet.\n“Attagirl.”\nEvie went to the bathroom and did everything she could do, and then she went back to the exam room.\n“Welcome back, Evie. Are you ready to go again?” Dr. Brunson asked.\nEvie swallowed. “I’m scared,” she admitted.\nThe otter knelt down next to her and wrapped her in a hug. “I know, Evie, I know. But it will be okay, all right? You can do this!”\nEvie wished the butterflies in her stomach would fly away as she nodded nervously.\n“That’s my girl. All right, now, let’s have you get back up onto the exam table again.”\nEvie did so, and Dr. Brunson wrapped a couple of straps across her chest and waist.\n“This is just to prevent you from falling off, okay?” the otter said apologetically. “This next part might get a little intense, and we want you to be safe.”\nThat did little to make Evie’s heart pound any less hard.\n“Okay, let me explain what’s going to happen, now that you’re all strapped in,” Dr. Brunson said. “We know that one of the main side-effects of the drugs we injected you with is that it will make you...um, stretchy.”\n“Stretchy?” Evie asked. “Like, you’re gonna stretch my arms?”\n“Not exactly. More like, your orifices will stretch to allow larger things to enter them than normally would. So, where I tried putting my fingers inside those different places on you, each one of those has the potential to allow something much bigger than my finger. We want to characterize this side effect because we think it could be useful to furs who, say, are about to give birth and need a little help stretching out. We’re not sure what else it could be useful for, but we want to know what it can do while we’ve got you here. Does that make sense?”\n“I think so,” Evie said.\n“Good. So, we’re going to start out small and work up. We have an idea of how big we should be able to go. It...might be uncomfortable as we start getting bigger. In fact, it might even hurt, but I want you to just relax. We’ll be checking on you frequently, but unless you feel like you’re going to just die, I need for you to keep holding on and letting us work, okay?”\nEvie swallowed. “Okay,” she whispered.\n“Such a big girl,” Dr. Brunson said, proudly patting her on the shoulder. “Okay, let’s begin. We’ll start with your vagina.”\nHe donned a long glove that went all the way up to his shoulder, the kind used for palpating horses and cattle during artificial insemination. With his other hand, he squeezed some lube into his gloved hand and began to work it, warming it and covering his glove completely.\n“All right, Evie. Deep breath,” he said.\nEvie’s body trembled as he disappeared from sight, but she did as he told her and took a deep breath.\n“And let it out slowly,” he said.\nAs Evie let out her breath, she felt the otter’s fingers press against her vagina and then press inside. She felt her walls spreading wider and beginning to stretch out.\n“How are you feeling?” Dr. Brunson asked. “Tell us everything you feel.”\n“It feels...stretched,” Evie said. “Not...bad, but...well, like when you put that thing in me before...that thing that went in and then got bigger?”\n“A speculum, yes.”\n“Speculum. Yes, it feels like that, just...a lot more.”\n“Is it a good feeling or a bad feeling?”\n“I dunno...both, maybe?”\n“All right. Then let’s go a little deeper.”\nEvie felt sweat break out on her forehead as she spread much wider as something thick went into her. Then she felt like the big thing had made it past the tight spot and settled in inside of her.\n“Okay, I just got my hand inside,” Dr. Brunson said. “How do you feel now?”\n“It felt kind of bad when your hand was going in, but now, it feels really good,” Evie said, her voice quavering with arousal.\n“Very good. I’m going to reach in further.”\nIt felt weird as the doctor’s hand reached deeper into Evie. It felt like he was moving around deep inside of her, yet she was certain she remembered from sex-ed that her womb wasn’t that deep. She could feel his forearm pressing into her, spreading her lips wider than before but somehow more gently than his bony hand had felt as it entered. And still he kept pressing in, deeper and deeper, until his shoulder was pressed firmly against her sex.\n“How do you feel now?” the otter grunted. \n“Um, okay, I guess,” Evie replied. “It feels full, but kind of, I dunno, good full?”\n“Perfect answer!”\nThe otter pulled his arm out and nodded to the others. The three of them rolled something large down between Evie’s legs, but the way they positioned themselves between her and it prevented her from seeing what it was.\n“We’ll start with a ten,” Dr. Brunson said, and one of the researchers turned a knob.\nThey stepped out of the way, and Evie gasped. Between her legs was some kind of machine that looked almost like a gun turret, except where the muzzle of the gun would be was a rubbery-looking cylinder about 4 inches in diameter, with a rounded nose, like a big bullet. It was pointed right at Evie’s sex.\n“Okay, Evie,” Dr. Brunson said, “Try to relax, okay? It’s not going to hurt you, but it will be much easier for you If you just think pleasant thoughts and take deep breaths.”\nEvie looked nervously at the device as the researchers wheeled it forward until it just touched her vulva. She shivered from a strange mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and anticipation.\n“Speed, Doctor?” one of the researchers asked.\n“Let’s start out slow, say, 0.5.”\nThe researcher twisted another knob and then looked expectantly at Dr. Brunson.\n“Begin.”\nThe researcher pushed a button, and the cylinder began pressing against Evie’s vagina. It moved rather slowly, only about a quarter-inch per second, but it was relentless. As it moved, it oozed lubricant that made it easier to slide itself in, and after only three or four seconds, it pressed inside. Evie gasped, her toes curling as she felt a pleasurable sensation she’d never felt before. She hadn’t yet learned the fine art of masturbation—especially of her female parts, hidden behind her scrotum—and so this sensation was quite novel.\n“Depth?”\n“Let it go until the force exceeds 3N,” Dr. Brunson replied.\nEvie had no idea what they were talking about, but as the machine continued to slowly bore into her, she felt the most incredible fullness and a bit of arousal. She tried not to think too much about that and instead focused on her breathing.\n“Doing great, Evie,” the otter said. “Feeling okay?”\nEvie’s eyes darted to him, and she nodded.\n“What does it feel like?”\n“I feel really full, and kind of stretched-out. It feels like my insides are moving around.”\n“Quite right; that’s exactly what they should be doing. What’s our depth?”\n“100 cm, Doctor.”\n“Very impressive, Evie! That thing’s gone over three feet into you!”\nAbout a minute later, Evie groaned, and the machine came to a stop.\n“Force achieved, Doctor.”\n“All right. Depth?”\n“127 cm, Doctor.”\n“Wow. Very, very impressive, Evie. This is most fascinating. Let’s set the max depth to 120, increase the diameter to 11, and increase the speed to 1.”\n“Yes, Doctor.”\nThe researcher made the requested adjustments, and the long shaft that had driven itself up into Evie began to pull itself out. If anything, the sensation of it leaving was worse than when it went in; it left her feeling very empty inside, so empty that it almost made her want to cry.\n“Are you all right, Evie?” Dr. Brunson asked, looking concerned.\n“It’s just…so empty!” she replied. “I–I don’t understand; it makes me feel sad!”\n“Huh…but you’re not in pain?”\nEvie shook her head.\n“All right. Then let’s continue.”\nThe researcher pressed a button, and the shaft pressed itself once again against Evie’s sex. Her eyes widened. It felt a lot bigger than it had been before, and as it pressed against her, it began to shove her backwards.\n“Uh, Dr. Brunson?” Evie asked. “Is it supposed to do that?”\n“Stop,” Dr. Brunson said. “Reset, and adjust lubricant levels up 25%.”\n“Yes, Doctor.”\nThe shaft moved back, letting Evie slide back into position. While the researcher worked the controls, Dr. Brunson ran a couple of new straps over Evie’s shoulders.\n“This may feel a little uncomfortable next time because you won’t be able to slide backwards,” he said. “If that’s the case, just raise your hand, and we’ll make some adjustments, okay?”\nEvie nodded uncertainly, and the test started again. She felt the shaft pressing against her and grimaced. But just as she did, she felt something give, she spread open, and the shaft slipped inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the shaft was moving considerably faster this time than it had last time. She felt that same spreading feeling, that same feeling of her insides moving around, but much more intensely. She began to breathe heavily, feeling her heart speeding up.\n“D–Dr. Brunson?” she said. “I–I feel a little light-headed.”\n“That’s all right, Evie; it’s perfectly normal. These must be quite intense sensations you’re feeling! But we need you to stay awake for this so you can talk to us. Can you do that on your own, or would you like some help?”\nEvie considered it. “Can you help?” she asked.\n“Pause the test,” Dr. Brunson said, and the shaft stopped where it was, buried about two feet into Evie’s belly.\n“This will help you stay awake,” the otter said as he brought a syringe over to Evie and injected her in the buttock. “You should feel more energetic in three, two one…”\nEvie’s eyes opened wide, and she suddenly felt very alert.\n“Better?”\nEvie nodded.\n“All right. Continue.”\nThe shaft recommenced boring into her. The drug she’d been injected with made the sensations even more intense, but she felt like she could easily stay awake through them now, somewhat basking in the intense, pleasant sensations.\nThe shaft came to a stop.\n“Depth reached, Doctor.”\n“Very good. Reset, and let’s go to 12.”\n“12? Are you sure?”\n“We’re only operating on assumptions, Jillian,” Dr. Brunson said. “Let’s test them. All the same, reduce the speed to 0.25. Also, max force, uh, let’s do 2-1/2.”\nJillian nodded and made the adjustments. The shaft pulled out of Evie and touched itself to her once more.\n“Okay, go ahead,” the otter instructed.\nThe shaft extended again and began pressing against Evie’s whole sex. She grimaced as it began to push her slowly against her shoulder restraints. She was about to raise her hand when the shaft came to a stop with a clunking noise.\n“Force reached, Doctor.”\n“Good. Release.”\nThe shaft relaxed, leaving Evie feeling relieved as it quit shoving hard against her.\n“Just as I expected,” Dr. Brunson said. “So, we can trust our assumptions, then: we cannot go any larger than her hips in their smallest dimension. Let’s log her max diameter as 11 cm for now, max depth 127 cm. We’ll give her a bit of a breather, and then we’ll do the reaction time test. Evie, I’d like for you to stretch out your arms and legs and then do a few jumping jacks, okay?”\nEvie frowned but nodded, and as soon as Dr. Brunson turned her loose, she did as he requested.\n“What are these for?” she asked.\n“They’ll keep you from getting too tense,” he replied. “It’s a chance to give your whole body a bit of a workout, just enough to loosen everything up. That’s probably enough.”\nEvie finished her jumping jacks and climbed back up onto the table.\n“Okay, now, for this, we don’t want you seeing what’s going on because you might flinch or otherwise alter the results,” Dr. Brunson explained.\nAs he spoke, the other researchers were setting up a drape over Evie’s lower half, obscuring her view of the machine.\n“We’re also going to give you these headphones so that you can’t hear the machine, either. We want it to be a complete surprise when it presses against you. You’ll still be able to hear me, just not the machine, okay?”\nEvie nodded, and Dr. Brunson fitted the headphones over her ears.\n“Can you hear me? Thumbs up for yes,” he said through the headphones.\nEvie gave him a thumbs-up.\n“Perfect. In that case, we’ll go ahead and get started.”\nEvie felt even more nervous than before. She didn’t know what a “reaction time test” was, and it made her uneasy not being able to tell when that thing was going to come at her again.\nShe gasped, and her body lurched as the device suddenly pressed against her. She had very little time to react before it popped inside. Her eyes bulged, and she began panting very fast as she clamped down around it.\n“Very good, Evie,” Dr. Brunson came over her headphones. “I know that’s a little scary, but I need you to relax, okay?”\nEvie took some deep breaths and willed herself to do as asked, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t help feeling uptight, even as the shaft pulled out of her.\n“It’s kind of startling, isn’t it, kiddo?” Dr. Brunson asked.\n“Uh, huh,” Evie said.\n“It’s kinda scary, not knowing what’s going to happen. I know. But what we’re doing is really important. It will let us—”\nEvie stopped listening as the shaft shoved itself into her even faster this time. She’d relaxed at the sound of Dr. Brunson’s voice, and that was just the right moment for the machine to strike again.\n“—and by gauging that, we can see what all you’re capable of. Evie, are you listening?”\n“Uh…”\n“Oh, it went again, didn’t it? I’m sorry. But, you’re doing great! We’ll be done in no time!”\nThis continued a few more times. Every time Evie relaxed, the machine launched itself into her with greater speed than the last time, and every time, her lips parted, and she felt the shaft invade her again. The first time was scary, but the more times it happened, the more aroused she found herself getting.\n“The patient is self-lubricating, Doctor,” Jillian said.\n“I see. Reduce supplementary lubrication to 0. This is a good segue, actually.” He turned his attention back to Evie. “I think that was probably one of the worst parts,” he said to her, patting her hand. “I was going to begin this test on your anus, but I think we’ll give you a bit of a break by doing something different. This test should feel very good, albeit a little strange.”\nThey removed the drape, and Evie could see herself and the machine once more. Dr. Brunson used a series of wipes to wipe off all the lubrication on her while Jillian did the same to the shaft.\n“Okay, we’re about ready. Now, for this test, you may look at the shaft if you want, but I would encourage you to just focus on what you’re feeling instead. Let’s commence.”\nThe shaft began firmly and rhythmically tapping on her pussy, about twice per second, but every time it did, it seemed to stick against her labia. Evie grimaced: it kind of hurt when it did that. But her attention was quickly diverted as Dr. Brunson ran his fingers over her nipple and then inserted one into it. Her penis instantly got hard, and she hardly even noticed the shaft continuing to beat against her.\nUntil it slipped in and pressed itself all the way into her, that is. Evie gasped, and her body bucked in response.\n“Ah, perfect!” Dr. Brunson said excitedly. “Yes, just as I expected: your body was growing more and more aroused as I pressed into your nipple, and your vagina began to lubricate itself. All it took was enough lubrication reaching the surface, and the shaft was able to push inside. That it was able to push all the way in is fascinating, though! I didn’t think you’d produce that much lubrication all at once! This is very exciting!”\nHe and the other researchers made some notes.\n“Hmm,” he said suddenly.\nHe reached into a drawer and took out a swab and a test tube, then swabbed Evie’s vagina to collect some of her self-made lubricant. He put the swab in the test tube and handed it to one of the researchers, and then returned his attention to Evie.\n“Okay, this next part may feel a…little weird,” he said. “It shouldn’t feel bad or as intense as some of the other tests, but we want to know how much you can stretch inside, and to do that, we’re going to fill you up and see how much you can hold. It will definitely be the fullest you’ve felt, but might feel really good!”\nEvie nodded uncertainly as the machine was hooked up to a water hose.\n“Priming, Doctor. Priming complete.”\n“Excellent. Let’s get started. I think once we finish this, we’re going to call it a day. We have plenty more tests, but we don’t want to wear poor Evie out!”\nEvie gave him a grateful look, and the shaft was pressed firmly against her pussy until it slipped inside.\n“Go ahead and seal,” Dr. Brunson instructed, and the shaft began expanding.\nEvie whimpered nervously as it began to swell inside of her, stretching her labia tight around it. Just as she started to cry out, the machine stopped.\n“Seal complete.”\n“Begin. Max pressure 25 cmH2O.”\nEvie suddenly felt something warm streaming into her. It was strangely pleasant and soothing, like a slowly growing pool of happiness deep inside her. This continued for about a minute, and then, without warning, she felt full. She sighed contentedly, but to her dismay, the pressure kept increasing. She exhaled, suddenly feeling tired as she felt her organs once again moving around to make room.\n“Oof,” she groaned, her eyelids feeling heavy.\n“Poor girl. Here you go.”\nShe felt a prick in her buttock and then was wide awake. But unlike the last time this drug had been used to keep her awake, this time, being awake was unpleasant.\n“What are you feeling?” Dr. Brunson asked.\n“Ungh…really…full,” Evie replied.\n“Pressure holding steady.”\n“Hang in there; we’re almost done!”\nEvie saw her stomach begin to pooch out, a little at first, but then quite a lot, as if she were pregnant. Even her skin began to feel stretched, and she squeezed her eyes closed in discomfort.\n“Pressure reached.”\n“Very good. Volume?”\n“22.8 liters.”\n“Wow…Wow! That’s over 50% more than we anticipated! Amazing! Okay, let her go. Poor girl’s got to feel the worst kind of bloated!”\nEvie felt almost immediate relief as the shaft opened a valve and water began flooding out of her. She felt even more relieved when the shaft reduced itself in size and then slid out, too.\n“Poor girl’s had quite a rough day!” Dr. Brunson said, patting her hand as he began to release her from her restraints. “What say we go have some cake to celebrate and give you the rest of the day off?” \nEvie nodded, and Dr. Brunson helped her to sit up and then to her feet. Her birthday party was pleasant—all the other girls were there, but all of them seemed a little unsure about her now that she’d started “the test.” She told them it was kind of nice at times, kind of bad at times, but never too awful. She spent the rest of her day playing—she’d been excused from her studies for the duration of the test—and when she went to bed, she didn’t feel nearly as nervous as she had the night before.\n“Time to get up, Evie,” Dr. Brunson told her the next morning. “Time for more testing!”\nShe followed him, bleary-eyed, to the exam room.\n“Today, we’re going to do all the things we tested on your vulva yesterday on your anus instead,” Dr. Brunson said, “And time permitting, we’ll start on your mouth, too.”\nThe rest of the day did go much like the previous one. The shaft started out much smaller but ended up just as big as the one that went into her vulva. It entered her slowly, then fast, and filled her up until she felt like she was going to throw up. And, she discovered, even her anus would self-lubricate if she was turned on enough. \nThings progressed so quickly with her anus that they were able to switch to her mouth before lunch, and that meant flipping Evie onto her stomach and propping her head up by her temples so that her jaw had free space to open and close and didn’t have to hold the weight of her head on top of it.\n“All right, Evie, this might seem a little scary,” Dr. Brunson said. “I’m going to push as much of my arm into your mouth and down your throat as I can. You may feel like you want to throw up, and you probably won’t be able to breathe, but I want you to do your best to tough through it. If you can’t, that’s okay—we’ll at least see where we are—but do try to do your best, okay?”\nEvie swallowed nervously but nodded.\n“Good. Now, I want you to take a deep breath, let it out, and then take half of a deep breath and hold it.”\nEvie did as told, and as soon as she started holding her breath, Dr. Brunson pushed two fingers into her mouth. But as he tried to press a third, her jaw just wouldn’t widen any further.\n“Hmm, interesting,” he said, frowning. “Let’s try the machine. You can breathe easily now, Evie.” \nThe machine was brought forth with a different attachment on it. It looked much the same as the previous one, but while the other one was covered in purple rubber, this one was thinner, slightly curved, and covered in orange rubber.\n“Okay, let’s try again,” he said, getting down on his knees and centering the tip of the shaft on Evie’s tongue.\nThe machine stroked forward, slowly advancing until it made the bend down Evie’s throat. She held her breath as the smooth rubber continued to press further into her, but her lungs were beginning to want more air. She tried her best to tough through it, but her lungs were getting insistent. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and inhaled.\nShe didn’t understand why she had to hold her breath at all; she could breathe just fine!\n“Mm-hmm-mm-hmm?” she asked.\nDr. Brunson looked over and signaled for the test to pause.\n“Evie, are you all right? Do you need to breathe?”\n“Mm-hmm-mm-mm-hmm,” Evie replied, taking a breath.\nDr. Brunson’s eyes bulged. “Whoa!” he cried. “That’s very interesting! She can breathe even with it down her throat!” He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. “I wonder,” he said. He leaned over to Jillian and whispered something in her ear. “Do it,” he said.\nEvie felt a tickling right where her mouth and her throat met. It made her grimace, but nothing else. The tickling moved up and down the shaft, but though it was somewhat annoying, that was the only reaction Evie had to it.\n“Splendid! No gag reflex, and she can breathe indefinitely! It’s like the miracle cure for deep-throaters!”\nThe shaft retracted, and as soon as Evie could talk, she asked, “What’s a deep-throater?”\nDr. Brunson reddened and chuckled. “I’ll explain when you’re a bit older,” he said.\nThe rest of the testing went much like her other orifices, but fortunately, they opted not to perform the liquid capacity test—especially not right before lunch! Pleased with their progress but eager to finish, Dr. Brunson asked Evie if she thought she could keep going. She assented, and they tested her penis immediately after lunch.\nTo Evie, the penis trials were the worst of all. While everything that was done was the same as all the other tests, the stinging sensation just killed any kind of enjoyment for her. But Dr. Brunson was kind and did his best to get that part of the test done as quickly as he could. The only real pleasure she got was during the liquid capacity test. While her penis didn’t get much larger in diameter, the fluid that flowed into her went straight to her testes. Of course, any additional pressure there made her want to cum, so by the time the test was complete two full liters later and they finally let it out—the researchers were shocked that she could fit that much fluid into her pubescent scrotum—she felt like she was having the hardest orgasm she’d ever had.\nThey called it a day after that and gave Evie time to rest up and play a bit. The next morning, they started on her nipples. If her penis was the worst part, her nipples were the best part. Though she couldn’t hold a whole lot in her nipples—at least not yet—anything that went in—fingers, the shaft, or fluid—made her incredibly aroused. She even orgasmed during the liquid capacity test, much to the delight of everybody in the room.\nThe strangest test was her navel. She had never considered that anything could go into her belly-button, and she had never tried to put anything in there, especially while aroused. Despite being in close proximity to her stomach, though, her navel actually held the least of any part of her. Dr. Brunson couldn’t even get three fingers into her, and the shaft bottomed out after only three and a half inches, barely longer than the otter’s fingers.\nAfter three solid days of testing, Evie was tired. She had had more things put into her than she cared to acknowledge, and the alternating arousal and discomfort were physically exhausting. She had to admit, she was really ready to get back to her usual routine. Dr. Brunson and the researchers, however, had different plans.\n“Rise and shine, Evie!” the doctor said in a particularly chipper voice. “Time for new testing!”\nEvie groaned. “More testing?” she asked.\n“Yup, sorry kiddo, but you’ve still got several more tests to go. We should be done by the end of the week, though, and then you’re off the hook until next year!”\nEvie sighed, got out of bed, and followed the doctor.\n“I think you’re going to enjoy this next test,” he said as he led her to the lab. But instead of going into the usual exam room, they went into the adjacent room. Here there was a strange contraption that Evie couldn’t even begin to describe.\n“Just step up here,” the doctor said, gesturing to a platform. \nMetal straps stuck out of the platform with metal rings at the top of them. As soon as Evie was in position, the doctor fastened these rings around her thighs.\n“These will help you to keep standing up,” he said.\n“Keep standing up?” Evie asked.\n“Yes. While I think you’ll really enjoy this test, it’s very physical, and you may feel like you need to lie down. But for the test to continue, we need you to keep standing, so that’s what these bands are for.”\nHe next fastened a metal belt around her waist and another around her chest, keeping her whole body from tipping over and allowing her to completely relax her legs and just kind of float in mid-air.\n“There we go. Now that we’ve got you strapped in, let’s get you ready for the test!”\nHe went to a table and grabbed a strange-looking device with a wide, long tube on it. If Evie were older and exposed to such things, she might have compared it to a bong. The big tube was positioned over her penis and slid down its length. The doctor did something to it, and it latched on behind her knot, firmly attaching itself to her.\n“All right. The test will begin now,” he said to the other researchers, his finger on a switch. “Start timing…now.”\nHe flipped the switch, and Jillian started a stopwatch. The device began rhythmically sucking on Evie’s cock and releasing her. She gasped and writhed as she grew rock-hard, her erection lifting the device off the ground. But what was even more intense was the quickly growing sensation Evie felt in her balls. After only three cycles of the machine suckling her, she felt them contract, and she groaned aloud as the tube flooded with white, watery semen.\n“Time?” Dr. Brunson asked.\n“Fourteen seconds,” Jillian replied, and Dr. Brunson wrote it down. “Should we stop?” Jillian asked.\n“No,” Dr. Brunson replied. “We need to test her refractory period. What’s her volume, Sam?”\n“About 230 mL, Doc,” Sam replied.\n“Wow! Her first time and already producing that much! Get it to the lab so we can check sperm motility and morphology. I figure she’s probably too young, but she’s surprised us before.” \nNow that she’d gotten off, Evie’s cock felt very sensitive, and the apparatus that kept sucking started to feel really intense. She grimaced, gritting her teeth in discomfort as her penis drooped and would have dropped the apparatus if it weren’t locked on. But the pain only lasted a few moments before subsiding. She let out an exhausted breath, grateful to be supported by the braces, and then felt herself becoming aroused again.\n“Oh, my goodness! Already?” Dr. Brunson gasped. “Time?”\n“Three minutes, ten seconds.”\n“Wow, she is really fast!”\nBut this orgasm took a little longer to develop. Evie could feel her arousal growing with each stroke of the device, but it was like her orgasm was teasing her this time. Even as she felt like she desperately needed to get off, the stroke of the machine wasn’t quite doing it. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her body shivered and shook against the restraints in anticipation, but it would be a full two minutes before she finally ejaculated again. Her body jerked hard against the braces, and her eyes bulged as she screamed and came, flooding the tube with another load of runny semen.\n“Time?”\n“Five minutes, thirteen seconds.”\n“Volume?”\n“205 CCs.”\n“Hmm, about a ten percent decrease. Interesting.”\n“Should we stop?”\n“No, now we need to test her overall production.”\nThe test continued for hours. Sweat poured down Evie’s body by the time she was done, but she had managed to produce an average of one orgasm every six minutes for four hours straight. The test only stopped when her final ejaculate volume was only about 5 mL.\n“Are you all right?” Dr. Brunson asked as he helped her down.\n“Water?” Evie asked, her mouth parched from all the crying out and sweating.\n“Of course!” Dr. Brunson said, quickly holding a bottle of water up for her to drink from.\nShe was so exhausted that he had to carry her into the bathroom and wash all the sweat out of her fur before putting her to bed.\n“She was severely dehydrated,” he said to the other researchers. “We must remember to keep her hydrated during the test! Hmm…”—he stroked his chin—“I wonder if that was what caused her output to drop so low. Had we kept her hydrated, perhaps she might have been able to continue.” He shook his head. “We’ll save it for another day. The poor girl is completely worn out!”\nThey let Evie sleep the whole next day, and then Dr. Brunson woke her the day after that.\n“Time to get up, kiddo,” he said. “Your last test begins today.”\nGroggy from sleeping for a day and a half, Evie yawned and followed him.\n“This next test will be short—or, at least, the prep for it will be. The test itself will last a few days, but we’re going to let you just do what you would normally do after we’ve finished the prep work. Right after this, I want you to go eat a good breakfast. I suspect you’ll need it.”\nHe led her to yet another room. They stepped inside, and Evie gasped. There was a glass aquarium sitting on a table with a guinea pig in it. Evie cocked her head curiously.\n“What’s that for?” she inquired. Brightening, she asked, “Is that a birthday present?”\nDr. Brunson chuckled. “No, I’m afraid not. There is something interesting that we’ve noticed about every fluid you’ve produced—milk, semen, lubricant, everything—and that is that they all seem to contain this unusual protein we’ve never seen before. It’s taken us a while since we first isolated it in your milk, but we think we’ve finally determined that it has some kind of healing properties. However, when we try to use it—feeding an injured animal your milk or semen, for example—we find that the protein is quickly stripped out of the fluid. While what is left is still nutritious, it lacks that healing protein. We have hypothesized that perhaps if you were to hold onto the animal inside of you, your body might be able to replenish the protein the injured animal absorbs and thereby heal it. The guinea pig in front of you has a broken leg. See how she limps? We’re going to put her inside of you and see what happens. It may be fast, or it may be slow. We’ll be checking every few hours at first, but then we’ll start checking every day to see what happens. For now, though, let’s get her put inside.”\nEvie’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you mean she’s going to be inside of me?” she asked incredulously.\n“That’s right! She’ll live inside of you until she’s healed or until we determine that she’s not going to heal.” \n“Will it hurt her?” Evie asked nervously.\n“We don’t know. But rest assured, if we think she’s suffering, we will put a stop to the experiment, okay?”\nEvie nodded uncertainly, and Dr. Brunson guided her to an exam table. \n“We’ve noticed that you produce the most fluids inside your vagina. The second-most are in your ejaculate, and everything else falls off precipitously after that: your anus and navel produce almost nothing, and though your mammary glands make lots of milk, it does not make its way down into your breasts when we push things into them. Since you would surely digest her if you ate her, we can’t very well put her down your throat. Therefore,” he said as he aimed the shaft at her vagina, “We’ll use your uterus as our first test.”\nHe stepped over to the cage, gently picked up the guinea pig, and then lowered her into a glass tube much like the ones banks use for far-away drive-throughs. It was a snug fit, and the guinea pig had barely any space to move. The doctor carried the tube over to the shaft and fitted it on the end.\n“Since walking is going to be difficult for her, we’re going to give her a bit of a boost,” he said as he nodded to Jillian. “The shaft will open you up, and then she’ll be pushed out as gently as possible once inside. That way, she won’t have to crawl all the way up inside you.”\nJillian adjusted the machine, and it pressed against Evie’s sex. The idea of a living creature crawling around inside of her made Evie shudder, but since she was strapped in and wanted to be a big girl, she wasn’t going to protest now. Dr. Brunson nodded to Jillian again, and she pressed a button. The shaft pressed against Evie’s pussy and pushed the tip of itself inside, slowly conveying its live passenger deep into Evie’s womb.\n“Depth?”\n“About one meter, Doctor.”\n“Perfect. We’ll stop there.”\nThe shaft came to a stop, and the researchers all turned their attention to a TV screen. Evie looked over, curious to see what they were seeing. On the monitor, a light clicked on and the camera adjusted to focus on the guinea pig’s backside. Switching views, they could see the vascular tissue inside Evie’s uterus and the blunt nose of the glass tube.\n“Go ahead and deposit her,” Dr. Brunson said.\nJillian pressed a button, and the nose of the tube opened up. The guinea pig scrambled backwards away from the movement, but there was little space for escape. Jillian pressed another button, and the glass began to retract. The guinea pig’s feet couldn’t get a grip as the glass slid away under it. The walls of Evie’s uterus closed in, engulfing the guinea pig’s face, then body, and finally backside, and then she disappeared from sight behind a wall of tissue.\nEvie shuddered. It was a surreal feeling, having something moving around inside of her. But as the guinea pig moved, she felt herself growing aroused once more. She began to feel a little light-headed, and then she orgasmed. She didn’t cum, but she did feel the wave of euphoria wash over her.\n“Doctor, the pressure in her uterus just spiked,” Jillian said.\n“Very interesting,” the otter replied, stroking his chin. “I’m tempted to get a visual, but I think we’d better not for this test. We can try it on the next one. Sam, let’s do go ahead and get an ultrasound, though.”\nSam nodded, smeared gel on Evie’s stomach, and then held the transducer against her skin as he looked for the guinea pig.\n“Huh, that’s strange,” he said. “She should be right around here, but…”\nThe others looked on with confused looks on their faces.\n“Evie,” Dr. Brunson asked, “Do you still feel her moving inside of you?”\nEvie pursed her lips and then slowly shook her head.\n“No,” she said. “Now that I think about it, she stopped moving when I, um…”\n“Orgasmed?”\n“Uh, huh.”\n“It’s not a dirty word, Evie,” Dr. Brunson chided. “Say it with me: orgasm.”\n“Orgasm,” Evie said, blushing.\n“Very good. It’s a wonderful, wonderful thing to do, and we shouldn’t treat it as a bad word. Now, you said that she stopped moving after you orgasmed?”\nEvie nodded.\n“Strange, very strange,” Dr. Brunson said. He pursed his lips. “I’m going in after her,” he said.\n“What?!” the other researchers chorused.\n“I’ll reach in and see if I can feel her. That’s…terribly odd; she didn’t just disappear!”\nHe donned one of his long gloves, squirted some lubricant on it, and then gently pressed between Evie’s labia. He slid in easily, but though he went all the way up inside of her and could touch the back wall of her uterus, there was no sign of the guinea pig.\n“Incredible!” he said. “Just…incredible!”\nHe cupped his hand and pulled it out. Jillian held out a bag to catch the fluids that he scooped out of Evie’s vagina.\n“Well, that was a bust,” he said, shaking his head. He looked at the other researchers. “Should we do it again?” \n“We don’t have any more injured animals,” Sam replied, “But we could at least see if she does it again.”\n“It would also be an opportunity to test how to get them to go in voluntarily,” Jillian added.\nDr. Brunson nodded. “Yes, I agree,” he said. “Sorry, kiddo,” he said, ruffling Evie’s hair, “Looks like we need to try again.”\nSam disappeared to grab another animal while Dr. Brunson and Jillian prepared Evie by sliding her backwards to give some space on the exam table to stage the animal, tilting her backwards a little, and inserting an arch-shaped support deep into her vagina that spread it open while giving a flat surface on the bottom for the animal to walk on.\n“Here we go,” Sam said as he returned carrying a rat.\n“Ah, yes, that should do fine,” Dr. Brunson said.\nThey put the rat down on the table. Evie couldn’t see it, but she could hear it squeaking and could occasionally feel its whiskers or tail graze against her buttocks and inner thighs.\n“Okay, now a little bait,” Jillian said, tying a string to a tiny piece of cheese and dangling it in front of the tunnel. The rat instantly went for it, and Jillian let the cheese fall most of the way into Evie. As soon as the rat went after it, Sam pulled the arch out of Evie, and the rat was captured.\nEvie’s eyes bulged. The rat was much more energetic than the guinea pig had been, and within seconds, she felt herself growing aroused.\n“Let’s get eyes on it quickly,” Dr. Brunson said. “I want to see when it disappears.”\nWhile Evie’s body wracked with pre-orgasms, Sam quickly got the ultrasound going. The three of them could clearly make out the rat’s body and could see him moving about.\n“Ohh—oh!” Evie cried, attracting Dr. Brunson’s attention.\nHe turned to see her body double over in orgasm. Once again, she didn’t cum, but a huge wave of euphoria washed over her, leaving her body limp.\n“Holy shit, it’s gone!” Sam said.\n“Language, Sam! There are children present!” Jillian protested.\n“Oh, right, sorry.”\n“Let me see,” Dr. Brunson said, looking at the monitor. He stared in disbelief. “Do we have this recorded?” he asked.\n“Yeah, we should,” Sam replied.\n“Let’s review the recording,” Dr. Brunson said. “In the meantime, this poor girl’s had enough. Let’s give her a year to recover, and then we’ll plan to do it again next year.”\n*************\nThe initial results were very promising, and every year for the next several years, they repeated the tests. It didn’t take long for the researchers to realize that it was the act of orgasming that caused the animals to disappear, and based on the presence of guinea pig DNA in the sample Dr. Brunson took from Evie’s womb, it appeared that she had absorbed them, leaving only the scantest traces of their presence. Dr. Brunson tasked Evie with learning to take things into herself, no matter how arousing, without getting off.\nThey noted, too, that she wasn’t able to absorb non-living objects, so they gave her a few ben-wa balls to let her practice taking into herself and then pushing out. As she got to where she could take a certain size without orgasming, they gave her bigger ones to try. Between that and her body naturally growing, she progressed from taking balls only about two inches in diameter to balls five inches in diameter by the end of her twelfth year. Unfortunately, the novelty and excitable movements of the hare that she took at her 12th birthday pushed her over the edge quickly. She tried again with a small pig, but the result was much the same.\nIn the meantime, Dr. Brunson and the other researchers identified that her lack of knowledge of her own anatomy hindered her ability to describe in detail what she felt. They therefore set to work teaching her all about herself in addition to her regular studies. Incredibly bright, Evie picked up on it well, and by the time she was 14, she was fully conversant with even Dr. Brunson, who had attended eight years of higher education plus four years of med school and also had twenty years of research under his belt. The result was that during her 14th birthday, she was able to describe exactly where it felt like her womb was pushing when she inflated and how by rotating his hand and pressing superiorly, Dr. Brunson could get more of his arm into Evie’s navel.\nAge 16 was a big year for Evie. About a week after her birthday—right after all the testing completed—she embarked on a massive growth spurt, shooting up three feet in a year. She started the year out about five feet six inches tall and able to take the shaft at 13 inches. By her 17th birthday, she was over 8 feet tall and able to take the shaft at a whopping 20 inches. This allowed the team to study the effect of putting much larger animals inside her. They even did a study to see whether the size of the animal affected how fast it was absorbed after Evie orgasmed. To their surprise, there was very little difference; it was as if her body gauged the size of the creature inside of it and adjusted itself accordingly. The researchers found that however her body did it, it extracted the nutrients out of the animals she absorbed. For part of her 17th year, they tried putting her on a diet strictly of animals absorbed through her orifices, but after a couple of weeks, she complained that she missed being able to taste things, and Dr. Brunson—the softy he was—relented after determining that she could, in fact, obtain a balanced diet doing that if she had to. \nBesides her growth spurt, Evie had a tumultuous 16th year. After collecting her semen samples for years, the researchers finally concluded that she was, in fact, sterile. While she was able to produce copious amounts of semen—enough to fill a hot tub on a single orgasm, and she was still able to orgasm over and over as long as she didn’t get dehydrated—her gametes had the wrong number of chromosomes. Dr. Brunson was kind as he imparted the information, but he said that it was likely more due to her mixed lineage—her mother being a lion and her father a tiger—than as a result of the drugs. Worse yet, while traces of animal DNA had been found in her vagina after absorption, when she tried absorbing them via her penis—a terribly uncomfortable experience as it was—the residual DNA was not transmitted with her ejaculate, meaning that there was no hope of giving her a penile suppository that could enable her to impregnate someone through sex. On top of all that, for some reason, the size of her sperm cells increased massively, so large that individual sperm cells could be viewed under a simple magnifying glass—far too large to bond with an ovum.\nBut while that was bad news that left Evie sad for a few days, age 16 was also a very good year.\n“That’s it, Evie! Good girl; just take your time. I know he’s big,” Dr. Brunson said encouragingly.\nEvie panted, sweat pouring down her face as a small capybara pushed its way inside of her, seeking some grapes that Evie had pulled up inside herself as bait. Half the capybara was already inside of her, but his butt was still hanging out, and his claws felt rather uncomfortable as he tried to use her labia to gain purchase and drive himself inside. With a sudden, hard kick, he plunged inside, making Evie groan in a mixture of arousal and exhaustion.\n“Think unsexy thoughts,” Dr. Brunson said half-jokingly. “Remember: we’re trying very hard to see what happens if you can keep one inside you for an extended period!”\n“How am I supposed to help it if every kick and step he takes causes my body to convert L-arginine into nitric oxide, dilate my blood vessels, and put me right on edge?” Evie protested.\n“For one thing, you can quit talking biochemistry,” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “You always get hard when you do!”\nEvie blushed. It was true: she had quite a knack for it even at her youngish age, and it always seemed to excite her. She focused hard on relaxing and ignoring the sensations, taking slow, deep breaths with her eyes closed. After a few minutes of breathing very carefully, she finally opened her eyes.\n“Okay,” she said softly. “I think…I think I’m okay now.”\nThe researchers held their breath as Dr. Brunson gently helped Evie to her feet.\n“Easy…nice and slow,” he said as she stood. “Don’t want to excite it now.”\nEvie nodded, then grimaced.\n“He’s really heavy,” she said.\n“It’s good that you’ve been practicing with those balls,” Dr. Brunson said. “That should help you keep him inside of you. Now, I want you to slowly walk around the room and then come and lie on the exam table again.”\nEvie nodded and shuffled forward. It felt weird having so much weight inside her all of a sudden, but she found that if she leaned forward just a little bit, the weight would shift, making her feel less worried that the capybara would fall right back out of her. She made it around the room without incident and then lay back on the exam table with help from Dr. Brunson.\n“Let’s have a look, Sam,” he said.\nSam got the ultrasound going and displayed it on the monitor.\n“There’s his head,” Dr. Brunson said, pointing, “And there’s his butt. Doing okay, Evie?”\n“Uh, huh,” Evie replied, peering at the monitor inquisitively. “I think he stopped moving, though.”\nThe scientists looked carefully at the ultrasound.\n“No, he’s still breathing, albeit faintly,” Jillian said, pointing, much to everybody’s relief.\nThey observed the capybara a little longer, and then Dr. Brunson said to Evie, “All right. Now, I want you to push him back out. This part might be a little difficult, but for us to do our healing experiments, we need to be able to get the test subjects out after healing them.”\nEvie bit her lip. “Okay,” she said nervously.\nShe squeezed her eyes closed and pushed. She could feel herself lubricating and could feel the capybara inside her beginning to shift. Dr. Brunson held her hand, and she pushed again, a little harder this time. She felt the capybara shift noticeably towards her opening. Sam got down between her legs with a flashlight.\n“I can see his butt,” he said. “Give it another push, and I’ll help him out!”\nEvie gritted her teeth, let out a yell, and pushed for all she was worth. The capybara’s butt slid out of her, and Sam grabbed him and pulled him the rest of the way out. Evie panted hoarsely, sweat pouring down her face.\n“Well done, Evie!” Dr. Brunson said, clapping her on the shoulders. “That’s a first! This is a great achievement!”\nEvie nodded, grinning dazedly.\n“So, when do I get to heal something?” she asked at last after catching her breath.\nDr. Brunson looked at her in surprise. “I thought we’d let you recover for a day or two first,” he said.\nEvie looked up at him. “As long as I don’t have to push it out, I think I could go for a day or so,” she said.\nDr. Brunson and his colleagues discussed it amongst themselves, and then Sam disappeared into the back.\n“All right,” the otter said, “If you think you’re ready, we’ll give it a shot. Your timing is good, as it turns out.” \nSam walked in carrying a young coyote.\n“This coyote pup was born with an inoperable tumor behind his eye. It was originally very fast-growing, and he had only a few days to live. We have been giving him some of the protein we isolated from your semen and milk samples. Although it slowed the growth of the tumor, it is still growing slowly. We think that if he can stay inside of you, it may completely stop or even reverse the tumor’s growth,” Dr. Brunson said as Sam put the pup on the table in front of Evie and petted him to relax him. “The good thing about the tumor is that we’ll be able to see and monitor it through an X-ray, which means that he can stay in you as long as you can hold him; we won’t have to put him in and take him out over and over again. What do you say? Are you ready to try healing him?”\nEvie swallowed and reached forward to let the coyote lick her hand. Reaching back behind his ears, she began scratching and then gasped as she felt a lump.\n“My gosh,” she said. “It—it’s huge!”\nDr. Brunson nodded gravely. “I want to warn you upfront, Evie: he might not make it, even if he’s inside of you. Whatever happens, I don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault, okay? This is just a test, and giving him a chance inside of you is much better than he would have had in the wild.”\nEvie swallowed and nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said. “If I’m his best hope, then let’s do it.”\nShe lay back, and Dr. Brunson took a small slab of meat, grabbed it with some pincers attached to a long pole, and dangled it in front of the coyote’s face. The coyote sniffed and then snapped at it eagerly. With the skill of someone who had done it many times, Dr. Brunson slid the meat into Evie’s vagina, and the coyote quickly dove in after it. Sliding more quickly, Dr. Brunson deposited the meat deep inside Evie’s womb, and the coyote crawled in after it. Evie gritted her teeth and did her best not to get turned on by the sensations inside her despite how intense and pleasurable they felt. Sam got the ultrasound positioned right away, and they all watched as the coyote chewed the meat, swallowed, and then yawned and lay on his side.\n“Was that meat drugged?” Evie asked.\nDr. Brunson shook his head. “No. It’s something we’ve seen all of the test subjects do once they get inside. None of them seem alarmed in the slightest, and all seem to go to sleep very quickly. Of course, most get absorbed immediately thereafter, so it’s very interesting to see that it also seems to happen to the ones you’re holding onto.”\nEvie nodded, then lay back and took some deep breaths. As the coyote pup went still, Evie found it was easier to relax and just rest.\n“Okay, Evie. Given we expect that this will be very physically demanding for you, we’re going to let you rest next door in a more comfortable bed where we can monitor you regularly.”\nEvie nodded and got slowly to her feet. The researchers followed her next door, and Dr. Brunson tucked her in. \n“You’re doing great, kiddo,” he said, stroking her forehead affectionately. “I–we’re all very proud of you.”\nSam and Jillian nodded agreement, and Evie smiled and nodded. She dozed off shortly thereafter.\nShe kept the coyote in her womb for a week, during which time she was given lots of fluids and food to help her body keep producing the life-giving proteins. Periodic samples drawn from her womb revealed that her body was actually replenishing her supply, and was, in fact, producing more of the protein than was usually found. Over the course of the week, daily X-rays showed the tumor reducing from nearly 10 cm on the first day to 5 the second day, 2 the third day, 1 the fourth day, and gone the fifth day. Intriguingly, the coyote pup’s body rotated on the sixth day to go head-first out of her. They kept him inside for a few more days just for good measure—and to see if Evie could continue to do it—and then they had her push him out. \nAfter a lot of agonized straining, the pup slid out. His first breaths were a bit panicked, but as soon as he cleared his lungs of Evie’s vaginal fluids, he began to wag his tail and ask to play. Evie giggled excitedly and petted him before the researchers hauled him back to the lab for analysis.\n“It’s uncanny,” Dr. Brunson said when the results came back. “You remember the eye that had the tumor behind it, right?”\n“His right one,” Evie replied.\n“Right. Well, have a close look at his right eye. What do you notice?” the otter asked, handing her some photographs of both eyes.\nEvie looked at one then the other, then gasped. “They’re different colors!” she said. “His left eye is gold, but his right eye is—”\n“Purple, just like yours,” Dr. Brunson replied, nodding. “We took a small tissue sample from him, and it seems it is in fact your DNA in his eye.” He shook his head. “We have no idea how you did it, but it seems like you gave him some of yourself in order to heal him.”\nEvie sat there, stunned.\n“We’re going to take a sample from you, as well, to see what imprint he left.”\nEvie lifted up her covers and spread her legs. After the last four years of being poked and prodded, it was just second nature to her to have Dr. Brunson poking some instrument up into her for a sample. She grimaced, though, as the instrument he used seemed to have some kind of claws or coarse brushes on it that scraped her a bit uncomfortably. He disappeared and returned promptly.\n“It seems that he did leave a mark on you, too,” the otter said. “We found traces of metastasized coyote DNA in your uterus.” Evie’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything, he continued. “Not to worry: like all other cancers, it is not contagious. In fact, we had difficulty even isolating the DNA because traces of those unique proteins your body makes were actively attacking it!”\nEvie frowned thoughtfully. “It will be very interesting to see what the specific pathways are by which this protein excises and treats the tumor,” she said. “Hmm…I wonder if the proteins only act aggressively like that, or if they could also heal in other ways, such as treating a broken bone?”\nDr. Brunson beamed. “I dunno how we lucked into having such a smart, curious test subject as you, but I thank my lucky stars!”, he said, ruffling her hair. “You’ve got a scientist’s mind—”\n“And a doctor’s mouth!” Sam interjected, eliciting a laugh from everybody.\n“—and I look forward to discovering the answers to those and many more questions with you,” Dr. Brunson finished.\n*************\nA year later, it was time for Evie’s 17-year test, and given it was the last one she would perform before legally becoming an adult and reaching the end of her test period, the researchers went all-out. They performed every test they could think of, spreading every orifice, flooding her insides to see how much she’d stretch, measuring her semen output, and testing her refractory period. \nThe shaft they had been using wasn’t big enough, so they prepared a new one weeks in advance. The new one was only barely big enough: it stretched to a whopping 60 cm before Evie could take no more, and over 250 cm of it had been inserted into her before it bottomed out. Of course, that was nothing in comparison to her stretched volume: her vagina held over 900 liters as her whole body inflated into a roughly spherical shape—much to the amusement of the researchers and the sexual delight of Evie. \nAnd she produced even more than she could take. The researchers still weren’t able to figure out how. She produced close to 1200 liters of semen in a single, sustained 30-minute orgasm when properly hydrated and nourished—enough to fill a 6-person hot tub—but her body wasn’t big enough to hold that much semen! They realized that she had to be producing it on demand, but how her organs were able to suck that many nutrients from her body and produce so much volume was still a complete mystery. Admittedly, it wasn’t sustainable: after two days of nonstop orgasms, Evie was able to produce “only” 8000 liters of semen before her body simply couldn’t continue. She lost several pounds of weight during the ordeal, a testament to the fact that the researchers couldn’t figure out how to give her sufficient food and water at a fast-enough rate to keep up with her body.\nBut the last test the researchers performed was the one that had them by far the most excited: they had searched high and low, but they finally found the perfect ancillary test subject: a fur whose fantasy was to die by vaginal vore. Despite his advanced age, Dr. Brunson just couldn’t help bouncing up and down as he instructed Evie to lie on an oversized mattress brought in specifically for the occasion.\n“All right, Mr. Wilkerson, we’re ready for you,” Sam said, opening the door.\nEvie looked up between her spread legs and gasped in surprise to see a ram walk in. He was completely naked and probably in his late 50s, evidenced by the wiry, graying hair on his muzzle. Sam followed him in and closed the door behind him.\n“Now, are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Wilkerson?” Dr. Brunson asked, turning to the naked sheep. “It’s not too late to back out now, but it will be once you’re inside. This test will be…terminal.”\nThe sheep looked at him, at Sam, and then at Evie. Without saying anything, he stepped up to the bed. Evie looked at him quizzically, still not sure what was going on. As he felt of her labia, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from both Evie and himself, a smile came over the sheep’s face.\n“This is for real, isn’t it?” he asked, turning his back to Evie to face the researchers, his smile spreading into a broad grin and his eyes lighting up with excitement. “This isn’t just some animatronic gizmo; you’ve actually got a real girl in here!”\nHe turned to face Evie again, and her eyes bulged at seeing him completely erect, his penis throbbing so hard that it looked painful.\n“It’s the real thing,” Dr. Brunson said. “As we discussed over the phone, we will apply a series of sensors to your head and chest, and then it will be up to you to crawl inside of Evie here. We’ll monitor your brain and heart waves to see how your body reacts. But, Mr. Wilkerson,” he said gravely, stepping forward and putting his hand on the sheep’s shoulder, “This will be the end of your life. A ram like yourself probably has another twenty-five, maybe thirty-five years or more to live. Do you really want to give that all up?”\nThe ram looked back at him and cocked his head. “Young man,” he said, “For nearly six decades I have walked this earth, and for over five of those, I have known that this was what I wanted. But I wanted it to be real. Yours is not the first experiment I signed up to do, but all of the others used some form of inorganic matter—one was even so crass as to use cardboard with silicone for the vaginal walls. It’s not the same. Yes, I have considered time and time again whether it was worth it. But I have no family, no offspring to watch grow up. I have no pets, no wife, no siblings, and my parents died years ago.” He winced. “And with my scoliosis degenerating more and more every year, dying now would be a coup de grâce, saving me—how did you put it—twenty-five, maybe thirty-five years of pain. Do you realize I used to be a full foot taller?”\nOnly then did Evie note with astonishment that the ram’s hips were terribly twisted. He had seemed to walk normally enough as he came in, but Evie realized that he must have been compensating severely for his ailment.\n“Tell me, Dr. Brunson, if you had the opportunity to spare yourself half your lifetime again of pain and progressive degeneration, and if you were able to do so while engaging in your life-long fantasy, would you do it?”\nDr. Brunson pursed his lips thoughtfully. “When you put it that way, Mr. Wilkerson, I can see what you mean. I am not in your position, and I am not meaning to discourage you—after all, it’s in our best interests for you to continue with the experiment—but we do want to be sure that you are certain that this is what you want since there will be no going back. Therefore, I must impress once more, Mr. Wilkerson. Are you certain this is what you want? You will die as a result of it.”\nThe sheep turned to look back at Evie and her lightly glistening vulva, smiled to himself, turned back to face the researchers, and nodded. \n“I’m absolutely certain,” he said. “One hundred percent.”\nDr. Brunson and the other researchers exchanged glances, and then Jillian held up a clipboard with a form. \n“In that case, Mr. Wilkerson, please sign and date this release. You do have a will filled out and your affairs in order?”\nThe ram took the pen from Jillian and signed and dated the release. “My will’s probably older than you are,” he chuckled, “But it’s still relevant. I’ve already told my friends about it. They think I’m crazy, but they all know how much it means to me.”\n“Is there someone you’d like us to contact after it’s over?” Jillian asked, “To let them know you’ve gone?”\nThe old sheep pursed his lips. “Yes,” he said thoughtfully. “Bryson. Here’s his number. When I go, tell him I was living the dream—my dream.”\nJillian nodded and stepped away as Sam moved in close with some wool shears.\n“All right, then, Mr. Wilkerson. Thank you for volunteering to do this,” he said. “I’ll try to leave as much of your wool in place as possible, but we have to have good contact for the sensors.”\nThe ram smiled and shook his head. “And to think I thought the last time I’d get sheared was when I left the Army nearly 20 years ago,” he chuckled.\nSam made short work of shearing just the places where the EKG and EEG leads needed to go—an upward-slanting strip along his chest and a complete shearing of the ram’s head—and then began placing the leads. Jillian joined in to help speed up the painstaking process. 266 electrodes later, the sheep looked like something out of a science fiction movie.\n“Let’s do a few quick checks of the electrodes,” Dr. Brunson said. He glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry this is boring, Evie—we’ll be with you shortly.”\n“Au contraire!” Evie said excitedly, “This is all really neat! I never knew you needed so many wires!”\n“That’s my girl,” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “All right, let’s see,” he said as he clicked on a couple of monitors. “Yes, there’s your heart activity. Looks like electrode V4 might be out of whack. Sam, would you…?”\nSam went and adjusted the lead above the sheep’s nipple, and the signal cleared up on the monitor.\n“Excellent. How about the EEG?” Dr. Brunson looked at the readout and nodded. “Looks good,” he said at last. “How do you feel?”\n“Excited. A bit nervous,” Mr. Wilkerson replied.\n“I can see that,” Dr. Brunson said, looking at a frequency-spectrum analysis readout of the sheep’s EEG waves. “Fascinating subject, neuroscience. But I’m sorry; I digress. Are you ready?”\nThe sheep nodded, and Dr. Brunson stepped over to escort him by the shoulder up to Evie.\n“Are you ready, Evie?” the otter asked.\nEvie swallowed and nodded nervously.\n“Just think unsexy thoughts, at least at first,” Dr. Brunson said. In response to a quizzical look from Mr. Wilkerson, he explained, “We want to make sure you stay alive until you’re completely inside and your readings have a chance to stabilize. The purpose of this experiment is to see what you feel as you are absorbed.\n“He’s nervous, Doctor,” Jillian said as she observed the readout. “Never mind, back to excited.”\n“Thank you, Jillian, but let’s wait until he gets inside for any more status updates,” Dr. Brunson chuckled.\n“So, that thing can tell you how I’m feeling?” Mr. Wilkerson asked. “How does it know?”\n“It’s a complicated bit of information, but to summarize, we look at the frequency of your brain waves, classify them into a number of different frequency ranges, and then look at how strong each frequency is. Just as a violin is differentiable from a flute based on which frequencies are present in the sound it makes, your emotions are differentiable based on which frequencies of brain waves are strongest. Each emotion has its own signature, and the machine over there tells us which signatures are strongest.”\nHe glanced at the machine. “Case in point, right now you’re feeling mostly satisfied, a little surprised, and a little bit joyful, which I will take to mean that this was an interesting lesson. But,” he said, glancing at the meter again, “My telling you that induced a bit of fear, a little bit of anger, a little bit of surprise, and dulled the joyful and satisfied feeling, not unsurprising since it seems like the machine is invading your privacy.”\n“Wow,” Evie breathed.\nDr. Brunson glanced over. “Oh, my dear, I’m very sorry,” he said. “You know us researchers—science fascinates us,” he added ruefully. Glancing at the sheep, he asked again, “Ready?”\n“He’s exasperated and impatient, Doctor. And aroused.”\nMr. Wilkerson blushed.\n“Yes, ah, very well,” Dr. Brunson said. “All right, then, Mr. Wilkerson, if you will just step up to Evie here, like so, yes. Now, at your own pace, just, er, crawl inside.”\nDr. Brunson took a step back to stand next to the other researchers, watching intently. The sheep looked over his shoulder at the researchers, who nodded encouragingly. He turned his attention to Evie.\n“Um, hi,” he said. “We haven’t met, but, uh… I’m John, and, I–I’m looking forward to being inside of you. No, that came out wrong; I…” he trailed off, embarrassed.\nEvie reddened and forced a laugh. “I’m, uh, Evie. I know what you meant, but…are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “I–I’ve never had a person inside of me before.”\n“Popping both our cherries, huh, Evie?” John asked. “But yes, this is something I’ve wanted to do much longer than you’ve been alive. I didn’t want to do it when I was younger, but now, seeing you here, I know this is what I want, if you’ll have me.”\nEvie blinked, taken aback. “If I’ll have you?” she asked.\n“Well, of course,” John replied. “I would not force my penis inside of you—that would be rape—and I won’t force the rest of myself inside you. That would be…well, I don’t know…but something worse.”\n“Trespassing,” Sam piped up, eliciting a burst of nervous laughter from everyone.\nJohn looked at Evie, and Evie looked back at him. The sheep took a breath.\n“Well, Evie, before this gets awkward, I’d better”—he made an upward flicking motion of his wrist—“pop inside.”\nEvie nodded, tears in her eyes.\n“Don’t cry for me, dear Evie,” John said, patting her immense inner thigh, “Unless they’re tears of joy!”\nWith that, he took a deep breath, ducked down, used both his arms to spread Evie’s labia, and pushed inside.\n“His head is in, Doctor. Heart rate slightly elevated.”\nEvie took some slow, deep breaths as she felt the sheep press forward, his shoulders spreading her open. Though not painful per se, the feeling she experienced as the sheep pressed inside, his wool and the irregular bumps of his shoulders, wrists, and hips rubbing against her walls, was very intense. Evie’s eyes widened, and she breathed harder and harder as more of the sheep slid into her.\n“Heart rate 145, Doctor.”\n“Is that fear or excitement?”\n“A bit of both.”\n“Very good. Carry on.”\nEvie began to vocalize, sweat beading on her forehead as she fought against the urge to orgasm.\n“Hang in there, Evie; it’s just his hooves left,” Jillian called out encouragingly.\nEvie panted and whimpered, her belly stretching immensely, and then suddenly, the intense feelings at her vulva stopped. Mr. Wilkerson was completely inside of her. The liger let out a few slow, deliberate breaths through clenched teeth as she willed herself to relax. She could feel the sheep moving around inside of her.\n“His heart rate just peaked, doctor. I believe he may have orgasmed based on the intense euphoria he just experienced.”\n“Horny old goat,” Dr. Brunson chuckled.\n“Sheep, sir.”\n“You know what I meant. How is he now?”\n“He appears to be breathing fine. His heart rate has dropped to normal, and the strongest emotion he’s experiencing now seems to be a combination of protected, satisfied, and unconcerned.”\n“Not joyful?”\n“No, his alpha waves are too strong. It looks like he’s feeling very relaxed.”\n“Oh!” Sam said, snapping his fingers. “Uh, the—shoot—the–the thing, the experiment…with the babies…”\nThe other researchers looked at him expectantly. His outburst was enough even to provide a much-needed distraction to Evie from her arousal. She looked at him, fumbling for words, and then she gasped.\n“Oh! The study on infants’ brainwaves as their mothers held them,” she blurted.\nSam pointed both fingers at her. “Yes! That! Thank you!” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Mr. Wilkerson’s brain waves—they look very similar to the ones in the study.”\nDr. Brunson peered at the monitor.\n“You know, he’s right!” he exclaimed. “Good call, you two! It seems as though you’re playing the role of his mother, Evie. Sam’s right: Mr. Wilkerson does seem very relaxed in there.” He frowned. “But how do you feel right now, Evie? Are you able to control your arousal?”\nEvie nodded slowly. “It’s…tough,” she replied. “He’s so big, and”—she shivered and let out a heavy breath—“he keeps rubbing up against a lot of pleasure-centers. It’s manageable, but it takes effort.”\n“How about stretch-wise? Your body is quite large now that you’ve got him inside of you,” Jillian asked. “Does it feel particularly uncomfortable in any places?”\nEvie pursed her lips. “No, I wouldn’t say uncomfortable,” she said. “It’s definitely a bit of a stretching feeling, but more like the feeling when you’re stretching for a workout, not like you’ve just pulled something.”\nJillian nodded and made some notes.\n“Dr. Brunson,” Evie asked slowly, “Do you really mean for me to absorb Mr. Wilkerson?”\nThe otter nodded. “Yes, Evie. Why?”\nEvie swallowed. “Well, wouldn’t that be like, I dunno, murder or something?”\nThe researchers chuckled. \n“It’s for science,” Sam replied.\n“You heard that his scoliosis was pretty terrible,” Jillian added. “Apparently he was in quite a bit of pain.”\n“Is he in pain now?” Evie asked. “Can you tell that from the monitor?”\nThe researchers peered at the screen.\n“Pain isn’t exactly an emotion per se, Evie,” Dr. Brunson said slowly. “It can inspire emotions, such as anger, and it can be identified by an increase in blood pressure and heart rate, but we have no way of measuring his blood pressure from out here.”\n“His alpha waves are a little stronger since he’s been in there,” Jillian pointed out. “Not statistically significant, but I dunno…maybe he’s in less pain?”\n“Oh, how about this?” Sam suggested. “You wanna know if you’re healing him, right, Evie?” he asked, and Evie nodded. “Why don’t we take an X-ray? We can check to see if his spine straightens out over time.”\n“The original intent of the experiment was to check his body’s reaction to being absorbed,” Jillian said. “This sounds like we’re changing the experiment.”\nShe and Sam both looked at Dr. Brunson, who pursed his lips.\n“Ever the scientist, aren’t you, Evie?” he asked.\nEvie nodded. “I figure that since he made it inside, we might as well do as much testing as we can, right? I mean, how often is someone going to volunteer to get smothered by my womb?”\n“I’d volunteer,” Sam joked, raising his hand and eliciting a dirty look from Jillian.\n“I see your point,” Dr. Brunson said. He pondered it a moment and then smiled. “Very well, I like it: Mr. Wilkerson seems to be resting peacefully for now, so I see no reason he’d object. If he were suffocating and terrified, that would be a different matter, but we’ve already seen from previous testing that they can breathe your fluids.” He shrugged. “I say we go for it. Jillian, how long will those transmitters last?”\nJillian pursed her lips. “About a week,” she said, “Absolutely no more. If I’d known we were going to go for long-term, I would have grabbed rechargeable ones.” \n“Not to worry,” Dr. Brunson said consolingly. “All right, in that case, we’ll terminate in six days just to give ourselves a little leeway.”\nThe researchers nodded, and Dr. Brunson stepped up to Evie.\n“Dear girl, he said, taking her hand in his, “You never fail to amaze me. You’ll make an amazing researcher one day.”\nEvie smiled. “But I don’t want to be a researcher,” she replied.\nDr. Brunson gasped. “You don’t? But your inquisitive mind! Your real knack for medical knowledge! Your—”\n“I want to be a doctor,” Evie replied. “I want to cure people. My body does it innately; it seems like my calling.”\nThe otter broke into a broad grin. “I might have known,” he said, chuckling. “Well, I’m sure that whatever you set your mind to, you’ll exceed everyone’s expectations.”\n*************\nSure enough, a week later, the X-ray showed significant improvement of the sheep’s scoliosis. The researchers were shocked to find that not only had Evie’s body caused his back to straighten, it had also shortened his longer leg and lengthened his shorter leg, making it so that he would be able to walk erect. Sam was all for having Evie push the sheep back out so they could determine how structurally sound the sheep’s new limbs were, but Jillian protested that Mr. Wilkerson wanted to die inside her and would likely be very unhappy at having the terms changed out from under him. When they put it to Dr. Brunson for a vote, he was reluctant.\n“Evie,” he asked, “You’ve been just as big a part of this as any of us have—more so, in fact. What do you think? What would you do?”\nEvie thought about it. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “Both points are good ones. It would be good to be able to evaluate the soundness of the changes, but if they weren’t sound and we did make him come out, he could be in even worse pain than before. I certainly wouldn’t want to inflict that on anyone! On the other hand, if the changes were sound, he might realize that the rest of his life is worth living after all, and we could lose the chance to perform the original experiment. More importantly than that, though, the decision comes down to, do we risk making him endure indescribable pain to potentially save his life, or do we take his life to spare him indescribable pain?”\nWhen worded that way, all the researchers were uncomfortable with their choices. On one hand, they were damned no matter what they did; on the other hand, they were heroes no matter what they did. Ultimately, though, Jillian’s argument that Mr. Wilkerson had assured them over and over again that he was ready to die won out, and Evie prepared to absorb him.\n“The electrodes are still intact,” Jillian said. “Ready when you are.”\nIn the preceding day or two, Mr. Wilkerson had grown quite still and wasn’t providing nearly as much stimulation as he had been before. His presence was still erotic if Evie thought about it, but keeping her arousal under control had gotten much easier. Now, faced with what she was about to do, the circumstances were reversed: how did she bring herself to orgasm, knowing that doing so would take a fur’s life?\nDetermined to make it as easy on her as possible, Dr. Brunson requested that the researchers place electrical terminals on her vagina.\n“Just relax,” he said. “I will take the blame for whatever happens. No matter what, you are not doing anything wrong.”\nEvie swallowed nervously and nodded. Current suddenly passed through her sex, and she felt immediately aroused. The sensation appeared to awaken something in Mr. Wilkerson, too, for his alpha waves quickly diminished and his beta waves took over.\n“He’s very agitated,” Jillian said. “Some good, some bad.”\nDr. Brunson stopped the stimulus, and the sheep’s brain waves returned to normal. For Evie, though, the die was cast.\n“Oh!” she cried, feeling her massive abdomen contract. “Ohh, shit, it’s…augh!”\n“He just entered level 2 sleep,” Jillian reported. “Now REM sleep.\n“Heart rate normal,” Sam added.\nEvie’s body wracked again. Her heart pounded, and her head swam with arousal as her vagina began to drool with excitement.\n“Deep sleep. Coma. Deep coma. He’s going faster, Doctor.”\n“Heart rate is…elevating?”\nEvie grunted, her hips rocking back as her orgasm took another step closer. Each contraction made her hornier, and being hornier made her contract. It was a positive feedback loop that was destined to culminate in orgasm.\n“Brain dead, Doctor.”\n“No pulse,” Sam chimed in. “Wait—his pulse is back!”\n“Yeah, we have brain activity again. It’s…wow, it’s everywhere.”\n“Ventricular fibrillation.”\nEvie cried out over the status updates, her face contorted into a pained grimace. All the monitors flat-lined at once. Evie’s stomach deflated like a balloon being punched. The room was silent.\nEvie gasped for air, and the researchers slowly turned off the monitors.\n“Wow it was…so fast,” Jillian said, shaking her head. “And what was with that sudden burst of life right before he disappeared?”\nDr. Brunson shook his head. “I have no idea,” he said, “But let’s analyze it in detail and see what we can learn.” He stepped up to Evie and took her by the hand. “As for you, I think you’ve earned a much¬-needed break. Why don’t you take the next week off, and then we can talk about next steps, hmm?”\nEvie nodded, then gasped, gritted her teeth, and pushed hard as her body contracted.\nAll of the EEG and EKG leads slid out of her onto the sheets, the only thing left of Mr. Wilkerson.\nLilia and Evie\n“What can I say, the rest is history,” Dr. E said. “I went straight to med school, graduated, had my residency, and then started working full-time for hospitals.” She smiled wistfully. “I still go back for visits every few years just to say hi to the researchers and let them see if anything has changed, though. Huh,” she said, frowning thoughtfully. “Dr. Brunson and the others might not be my parents, but they’re certainly the closest to family I have.”\nLilia swallowed. “So, you mean that you actually had someone inside of you?”\nDr. E smiled. “Yeah, I guess that was a bit TMI, huh?” she asked. She pursed her lips. “But although what reminded me of my childhood was the fact that you were separated from your parents, what led me to tell you the whole story was that specific experience, the one with Mr. Wilkerson.”\n“That?” Lilia asked incredulously. “Why?”\nDr. E bit her lip. “Because you’re hurt,” she said, “Like Mr. Wilkerson was hurt. Normal medicine couldn’t help him, and normal medicine can’t help you. Sure, there are prosthetics, but your arms and eye will never be the same as they were before, and—”\nShe sighed. “I–I’m sorry; I don’t mean to dump this all on you all at once. It’s just that, I’m sorry to say this, but the news isn’t great. The good news is that there are prosthetics available, but the bad news is that they won’t give you control over your hands like you used to have. You’ll always need someone to help you do things you used to be able to do on your own. You…can learn to live with it, but your life will be very hard.”\nTears welled up in Lilia’s eyes. “Y–you mean I have to be like this forever?” she asked, her lip quivering.\nDr. E swallowed hard and nodded. “That’s the state of modern medicine: prosthetics are available that will give you some function back, but it won’t be the same. As for your eye, well, the prosthetics will make it not so obvious that you’ve lost it, but your sight cannot be returned—at least, not yet. Technology is always improving, but to tell you that it’ll be like nothing happened…would be lying.” \nShe sighed, but as she saw Lilia’s eyes about to spill over, a thought flashed through her mind.\n“Oh, right,” she said, “But, there is something that I can do that modern medicine can’t. You remember Mr. Wilkerson?”\nLilia nodded, doing her best to stay brave.\n“His scoliosis was healed, and so was the coyote’s tumor. I–I’ve never tried growing limbs back before, though. I don’t know if I can do it or not. But, if you’re up for it, we can give it a try. It might take a long time, though. I don’t know how long for sure. Weeks? Months? I just don’t know. And I don’t know what will happen when you come back out. The coyote was fine, but we never found out what happened to Mr. Wilkerson. And that’s a risk too…I–I might end up absorbing you if I can’t keep things under control.”\nLilia’s mouth dropped, and her eyes glazed over a little.\n“I–I know it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Dr. E said hurriedly. “It’s just…well, if it works, imagine how much better off you’d be than right now! And…you know, I did always want my own cub…” She trailed off and then shook her head. “You’re definitely right to be afraid of anybody new now, but if you wanted, after I healed you, well, maybe you could move in with me and be the cub I always wanted. It’ll never be the same as having your parents, but it has to be better than the orphanage or those terrible furs who hurt you.”\nLilia hesitated, rubbing her elbows together in the best approximation of fidgeting that she could do. She wouldn’t make eye contact with Dr. Evie.\nThe liger smiled softly and patted her knee. “It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to answer right now. I’ll be back in to check on you in a little bit, and in the meantime, I’ll make sure that poor Nurse Theresa sees other patients.”\nShe stood and left, leaving Lilia to herself. Suddenly overwhelmed by all that had happened and all the information that had been thrown at her, she fell back on the mattress and fell fast asleep. Her body had suffered a lot of trauma physically and emotionally, and it desperately needed rest if it was going to try to repair as much of the damage as it could. For several days, she was in and out of consciousness. She’d awake to see a nurse checking on her, or Dr. Evie, or sometimes nobody. She’d eat whatever food was set out for her, and then she’d fade back into unconsciousness.\nThe sun at last woke her. She was groggy; she had no idea how long she’d been going in and out, but for the first time in however long it had been, she finally felt sort of decent. Not good—no, she still hadn’t come to terms with the loss of her arms and eye—but at least she felt more coherent. Her mind wandered back over the last few days until it settled on the time she woke up and Dr. Evie told her about her past. She suddenly remembered the liger’s proposition to become her mother and try to heal her. For the first time in days, Lilia could finally think about it seriously. And for the first time since the ordeal, she could remember everything.\nOn one hand, the doctor seemed very nice. But then again, so had the wolfess and her husband. Lilia shivered as she remembered hugging the wolfess. She seemed so kind and caring! How did she fake it so well? What if Dr. Evie was faking it, too? Yet as much as Dr. Evie had told her, could she really make that much up? The wolves hadn’t told her anything; they just appeared one day. Yet the orphanage had seemed to think they were safe—why?\nLilia put her stumps of arms to her head in frustration. She liked Dr. Evie—she thought—but how did she know she wasn’t going to do even worse to her than the awful wolves had? If only there was a way to know for sure!\nThe door opened, and a nurse walked in.\n“Oh, you’re awake!” she said. “How are you feeling?”\n“Okay,” Lilia said reluctantly. “Just…I dunno.”\n“Is something hurting? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”\n“A–a little,” Lilia admitted. “I’m kinda hungry, and a little thirsty, too. It’s mostly that I just—I don’t know what to do.”\nThe nurse looked at her quizzically. “What to do?” she asked. “Well, I’d suggest that you stay there and get well, for starters!”\nLilia couldn’t help but smile. “I–well, I know that,” she said. “I meant about Dr. Evie.”\nThe nurse frowned. “Dr. Evie? What about her?”\n“She…offered to heal me and adopt me,” Lilia replied.\nThe nurse raised her eyebrows in surprise. “She did? Wow, that’s very kind of her. What did you say?”\nLilia shook her head. “I didn’t say anything; I didn’t know what to say. And I was so tired that I–I just kinda fell asleep.”\n“Would you like me to go see if she can come see you?” the nurse asked.\nLilia shook her head. “N–no,” she said. “But, um…is she nice? Like, really nice?”\nThe nurse pursed her lips. “Well, I–I suppose so,” she said. “She takes very good care of her patients and is nice to the nurses—which is saying a lot; the doctors aren’t always. I don’t think she has any children, though, or a husband. She hasn’t talked much about herself with us, but she’s always up here. She’s here when I get in, and she’s here when I leave. I don’t know if she ever leaves. She just seems to want to help everybody she can. So, if you asked me, I’d say that yes, she’s really nice. Now, how about I go and get you a little something to eat?”\nThe nurse left, leaving Lilia once again with her thoughts. The nurse likes her, but then the orphanage liked the wolves, too, she thought. The nurse returned, and Lilia was momentarily distracted by her appetite. She dug into the food with gusto—the food wasn’t great, but then, neither was the food at the orphanage—and when she finished, she felt generally better.\n“Well, well, look who’s up!” a voice said.\nLilia looked up and gasped to see Dr. Evie walk in.\n“How are you feeling, Lilia?” she asked. “You’ve been sleeping quite a lot lately, over a week!”\nThe nurse from before walked in behind her and began setting about fluffing Lilia’s pillows, giving her more to drink, and just generally making her presence known in case Lilia felt like she needed someone to be there.\n“I–I’m okay,” Lilia replied. “A bit uncertain, though.”\nThe nurse gave Dr. Evie a significant look, and the liger nodded almost imperceptibly.\n“Uncertain? About what?” she asked.\nLilia swallowed. “You know how you asked if I wanted to be adopted and…and healed by you?” Lilia asked.\nDr. Evie nodded. “Yes,” she said. “And I meant it, too. If you want to, I would very much like to. But only if you want to.”\n“But that’s the thing,” Lilia protested. “I want to, but how do I know you’re not another mean wolf that’s gonna sell me off to some rats that are gonna eat my arms off and pull my eye out?!”\nDr. E fell silent, nodding.\n“I trusted the wolves,” Lilia said desperately. “They seemed so kind to me! You have seemed so kind to me! But what if you’re not? What if you’re just as bad or worse than they were? How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?”\nDr. Evie pursed her lips. “Well, for one thing,” she said thoughtfully, “If I had wanted to hurt you, you’ve been asleep for many days; I could have hurt you many times, or carried you away from here and hurt you, if I had wanted to. But instead, I wanted to help you. While you were asleep, I cleaned the blood off of you, cleaned up your arms, and put bandages on you. I cleaned your eye to make sure it wouldn’t get infected and packed gauze on it to keep it safe. I came in many times to check on you, to make sure that you were still recovering. I know it may not seem like much, but I’ve had many chances to either help or hurt you, and I have always chosen to help.”\nLilia nodded slowly. “But you’re a doctor; that’s what you have to do,” she replied.\n“Actually, she doesn’t,” the nurse replied. “Normally it’s we nurses who do the day-to-day checking up on you. We’re the ones who clean your dressings and wipe the blood off of you. Dr. Evie did it because she wanted to help us and to help you.”\nDr. Evie, who had opened her mouth to speak, closed it and waited patiently for the nurse to finish, then nodded and said. “And I didn’t have to become a doctor,” she said. “After growing up in a lab, I could have become a researcher, or I could have thrown it all away and decided to do something else. But I didn’t; I became a doctor because I wanted to help people.” She sighed. “I know you’re nervous, and I know you’ve been terribly mistreated. I feel awful for you, but all I can do is promise that I am not those awful wolves or rats.” She shook her head. “And if you don’t want to, that’s fine—it’s completely up to you—but I wanted to make the offer.”\nLilia pursed her lips and thought about it.\n“I’ve got to go on my rounds,” Dr. Evie said. “Think about it some more, if you like. There’s no hurry.”\nShe turned to leave and had one foot out the door when Lilia asked her to wait. She turned.\n“Okay,” Lilia said, swallowing and forcing a brave smile. “I’ll do it.”\n“You will?” Dr. Evie asked, visibly brightening. “Wonderful!” she said, rushing over to Lilia and wrapping her in her arms. “I’m so very, very happy!” She paused. “Wait, do what? The adoption thing or the healing thing?”\n“All of it,” Lilia said. “It all sounds wonderful; I just had to be sure it wasn’t too good to be true.”\nDr. Evie beamed excitedly. “That makes me so very happy, Lilia,” she said breathlessly. “I–I have to go—I have to give notice, have to take time off, maternity leave—wait, can I do that?—let them know when I’ll be back, get a bed for you set up, get a bed for me set up—oh, so much to do, but I–I’m very excited, Lilia, truly I am! Very, very excited! I’ll be back!”\nShe disappeared, leaving Lilia alone with the nurse, who shook her head and chuckled. “Good choice,” she said. “I don’t think you’ll ever find someone more caring or loving than Dr. E.”\nDr. Evie returned a few minutes later with a wheelchair and asked that the nurse stay to help her.\n“What’s this healing, then?” the nurse asked.\n“It’s a long story,” Dr. Evie replied and then quickly described enough of her past to leave the nurse reeling and encouraging Lilia that at least she kept her story straight. “To summarize, Lilia here is going to go inside of me, and I am going to keep her inside until she heals. I’ll be coming in regularly for ultrasounds and X-rays to check her progress. I will need your help getting into the wheelchair once she’s inside me. It’s been several years since Dr. Brunson last experimented on me, so I may be a bit out of practice.”\nThe nurse shook her head in disbelief, but everything the doctor had told her seemed plausible. “So, what do you need right now?” she asked.\n“We’ll need to get Lilia stripped down. I also need to strip down. Then we’ll need to get her inside of me, and then I’ll need help getting into the wheelchair,” Dr. Evie replied.\nThe nurse nodded reluctantly. “All right, you heard the doctor,” she said to Lilia. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can call in another doctor for a second opinion, if you like.”\nLilia shook her head. “No, I’m sure. I’m finally sure,” she said.\nThe nurse helped her sit up and then stripped her gown off of her, leaving her nude in the bed save for her socks. Pulling back the covers, the nurse exposed her feet and took her socks off, too.\n“What about the bandages, Doctor?” the nurse asked.\nDr. Evie pursed her lips as she stepped out of her scrubs. “Leave them on,” she said reluctantly at last. “We wouldn’t want to risk an infection.” The nurse started to comply, but then Dr. Evie said, “No, on second thought, take them off. She’s going to start growing new limbs from there, so we don’t want to impede her growth. They should have scabbed over well enough by now that there’s not too much risk of excessive bleeding, but if there is, well, that’s what the red bags are for.”\n“Red bags?” Lilia asked.\n“For soiled linens,” the nurse replied. “Sheets with blood have to be treated specially.”\nLilia nodded and held up her elbows for the nurse to unwrap her bandages, and then the nurse reached forward and carefully separated the bandage from the fur around Lilia’s eye, leaving her empty eye socket open. Lilia shuddered.\n“It feels weird, kinda cold having air in there,” she said.\n“Not for too much longer,” Dr. Evie replied, smiling. Lilia gasped in surprise as the large liger lay down next to her on the bed. She was huge by comparison.\n“So, uh, what now?” the nurse asked a bit uncomfortably.\n“Just put her down between my legs,” Dr. Evie replied. “You’ll have to go in on your own,” she said to Lilia. “That’s how it’s always gone before.\n“You expect her to crawl on her nubs?” the nurse protested.\n“Injuries, Zoe, on her injuries,” Dr. Evie chided her. “But yes, unless you think you can help her in.”\n“What if you were to just straddle her and then slide her up and in?” the nurse asked.\nDr. Evie shook her head. “No, it has to be completely voluntary on her part. We never explored what would happen if we shoved something up inside after the guinea pig, and I wouldn’t risk it with her.”\n“How about I lie on my back and use my legs to slide in?” Lilia suggested.\nDr. Evie and the nurse looked at each other, then at her.\n“That might work,” Dr. Evie said, stroking her chin. “Let’s give it a try. Remember, you’ll have to push yourself all the way in. It might be dark, cramped, and scary in there, but it will get better, okay? I promise.”\nDr. Evie scooted up higher on the bed to give Lilia as much space as she could, and the nurse helped Lilia to roll over on her back with her head close to the doctor’s vulva.\n“Are you ready?” Dr. Evie asked, looking down between her legs.\nLilia nodded nervously.\n“Okay, then go ahead,” Dr. Evie said, exhaling slowly.\nLilia swallowed hard and then wriggled up until her head pressed against Dr. Evie’s labia. Dr. Evie grimaced, and then Lilia’s head popped inside, eliciting a shiver from the liger.\n“My gosh, look at you stretch!” the nurse gasped.\n“Yes, Zoe, I stretch,” Dr. Evie grunted. “Can we save the commentary until afterwards, though, please?”\n“Sorry, Doctor.”\nLilia, meanwhile found herself in a very dark, wet, slippery place. It was much easier to push herself in now, but the very close, dark space scared her. She bit her lip and repeated the mantra, it will get better; it will get better; it will get better. She felt her shoulders press against Dr. Evie’s labia. She squirmed a bit, and she felt the doctor’s lips spread wider to let her shoulders pass. She slid forward abruptly as more of her absorbed Dr. Evie’s lubricant and glided inside. It was very dark now; she couldn’t see anything, and Dr. Evie’s lips squeezed tightly against her face. She lifted her injured arms to try to part the folds, but they were too short to be effective. She found herself growing very scared and unable to breathe. Just keep going; it will get better! she willed herself. With a desperate heave, she kicked with both feet and drove herself as far in as she could. Her head shoved against a tight orifice and then suddenly emerged into a larger space. The walls that had threatened to smother her lifted away as she climbed through Dr. Evie’s cervix into her womb. Though she still had to press her head against the wall ahead of her using her feet against the liger’s slippery vestibule, she no longer felt like she was being suffocated by flesh.\nIt was very wet and damp in here, and she could feel a discernible line of where some fluids had collected about chest-high. To her alarm, the fluid level seemed to be rising, and fast! She instinctively scrambled with her feet, but by now, they, too, had pressed into this “inner pouch”, and she didn’t even know which way was out. The liquid level continued to increase, and Lilia tried to claw against the liger’s walls, desperate to get out, to escape the rising fluid. But it was too late. The water went over her head, and she was completely submerged. She began to panic, feeling her lungs beginning to burn with the need to breathe.\nNo…she was just as bad as the wolves! Lilia’s terrified mind moaned. She’s come to finish the job, to kill me off!\nShe finally lost the fight against her lungs and inhaled a lungful of the fluid. She started to cough, but as soon as she did, she suddenly realized that she wasn’t desperate for air anymore. In fact, she felt…okay. Drowsy, dreamlike, as if one mouthful of that fluid had all the calming effect of a whole bottle of cough syrup. She began to breathe the fluid in easily, felt her body grow heavy, felt all her cares begin to drift away. The last thing she remembered before she nodded off was that she felt tingling at the nubs of her arms and in her eye.\n*************\n“Okay, she’s finally settled down,” Dr. Evie said, panting hard and sweating profusely. \nThe effect of Lilia going into her and her body preparing to protect her had puffed her up into a giant fluid-filled balloon.\n“Well, I never!” the nurse said, shaking her head. “You sure she’s okay in there?”\nDr. Evie nodded. “Yeah. The first part is, I guess, a little rough. I don’t know why, but everything that’s ever gone inside of me has struggled at first. But then they always relax, and we can view them on an ultrasound. In fact, use my stethoscope. You should be able to hear her heartbeat in there.”\nThe nurse took the stethoscope from around Dr. Evie’s neck and placed it in her ears as she listened to Dr. Evie’s abdomen. Her eyes widened in shock as she distinctly heard two different heartbeats.\n“My gosh, it’s like you’re pregnant!” she gasped.\n“Something like that,” Dr. Evie replied, grunting as she sat up. “Whoo, okay, I need to get home. I’ll be in every week to check on her progress. Go ahead and schedule me with radiology.”\n“Do you need help?” Nurse Zoey asked. “I mean, gosh, Dr. Evie, can you feed yourself and such?”\nDr. Evie exhaled sharply, her eyes half-closing. “Right, food. It’s going to take a lot of nourishment to grow back that much tissue.”\n“Come on, then,” the nurse said as she got Dr. Evie dressed in a hospital gown and put into the wheelchair. “I’ll get you home and then be back with some easy but nutritious groceries.”\n“Thanks, Zoey,” Dr. Evie said gratefully. “It was a lot easier when all I had to do was walk 20 feet from the lab to my room.”\n“Well, Dr. E, I figured you’re always looking after us, so maybe it’s my turn to look after you,” the nurse replied, winking.\nShe plopped Dr. Evie’s and Lilia’s clothes onto Dr. E’s lap and then pushed her down the hallway.\n“Evie?” a fellow doctor asked. “What happened to you?”\n“No time to explain, ya gawker,” Nurse Zoey replied. “Move along, then!”\nThe doctor stared after them as the nurse quickly pushed past. She dispatched a half-dozen other nurses and doctors in similar fashion before pushing Dr. Evie out into the parking garage and helping her into Nurse Zoey’s car.\n“Wow, I didn’t know you were so good at that,” Dr. Evie said, grinning tiredly.\n“I’ve had a wee bit of practice,” the nurse replied.\nThey got Dr. Evie home, and true to her word, the nurse returned shortly with all kinds of nutritious foodstuffs, enough to last Dr. Evie a couple of months if needed. Then she left, telling Dr. Evie to call her anytime day or night if she needed help.\n*************\nThe next seven weeks passed surprisingly fast. Evie slept a lot from all the healing her body was doing—she would get up long enough to relieve herself and get something to eat, and then she would go back to sleep for many hours at a time. She rose with her alarm, and Nurse Zoey would arrive like clockwork to bring her to her appointment. The nurse was dumbstruck the first time.\n“Right there,” Evie said, pointing to the sonogram. “That’s her elbow right there. If you look, you can see a bit of a protrusion off of it.” She sighed in relief. “It looks like it is working. Let’s get an MRI and see how her eye is coming along.”\nOne MRI later, the radiologist came out and showed the results to Evie and Zoey. The nurse’s eyes bulged.\n“It’s nowhere near full-size, yet, but it’s coming in,” Evie said, pointing to a small, thumb-sized bud at the back of her eye socket. “This is good,” she said, resting her head back. “This is very good.”\nEach visit after that was like Christmas for both of them: how much would Lilia’s limbs have grown back? To ease their nerves a bit, they even took bets as to how much progress would have been made that time. After the second visit, Lilia’s eye had nearly completely regrown, and following the third visit, no new changes were discernible on the MRI scans. Her arms seemed to grow faster in the following weeks. Where the first week only had just a little nub of new tissue—Evie assumed because the damage to her upper arm where it met her elbow had to be cured first—the second week saw half her arm regrown, the third week saw her arms grown all the way up to her wrists, the fourth saw her carpals formed, the fifth, her metacarpals, and the sixth, her phalanges. They also noted that Lilia’s body had rotated around, orienting itself head-first, as if telling her that it was ready to come out, just as the coyote cub had done years ago. Evie gave it an extra week just to be certain, and then told Nurse Zoey that the time had come.\n“Do you want to do it here or at the hospital?” the nurse asked as she arrived to pick Evie up.\n“At the hospital,” Evie replied. “That way, if there are any complications, we’re prepared to help her however we can.”\nThe nurse nodded, and they headed to the hospital.\n“So, uh, how does this work?” she asked as she wheeled Evie into an empty room.\n“Much like a regular pregnancy,” Evie chuckled, “Except that I get to decide when it starts.”\nThe nurse closed the door and helped Evie up into a bed.\n“It’ll be a red bag for those linens, yeah?” she asked.\nEvie chuckled in spite of herself. “Yeah,” she said. “Almost definitely. Do me a favor and put up the bedrails, all right?”\n“To prevent her from falling off?”\n“That, and to give me something to squeeze,” Evie said wryly. She took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”\nShe gritted her teeth, grabbed the rails, and pushed as hard as she could. Sweat instantly broke out on her head, and she suddenly felt a trickle of something wet leak out of her vulva.\n“Here it comes,” she said, swallowing as she felt herself begin to drool.\nWithout warning, a huge flood of amniotic fluid gushed out of her. Evie took the opportunity to push, using the slippery lubricant to help Lilia begin her downward journey. Gritting her teeth and vocalizing loudly, she pushed again. She could feel Lilia’s head pressing against her cervix and entering her birth canal.\n“That’s it, Dr. E, that’s it!” Nurse Zoey cheered her on. “You’re doing great!”\nEvie took a breath and then held it as she pushed hard again, sending Lilia’s body sliding down her birth canal.\n“I can see her head!” the nurse cried. “One more, Dr. E! One more!”\nScreaming from exertion, Dr. Evie pushed hard one last time, and Lilia’s head popped out, followed by the rest of her. There was, shockingly, no blood at all. All that came out was clear lubricant.\nAs Dr. Evie took a breath and lay back against the pillows, Lilia coughed, shook her head, and put her arms out to lift herself up onto all fours. Feeling disoriented, she turned and woozily looked from Dr. Evie to the nurse and back.\nDr. Evie smiled faintly. “Welcome back,” she said.\n“Wh–where am I?” Lilia asked. “How did I get here?”\n“You’ve been inside of Dr. Evie there for a few weeks, dear,” the nurse replied kindly. “It’s a bloody miracle, it is! Look! Your arms! Your eye! You’re all—you’re all there! You look perfect!”\nLilia blinked, still confused. “My arms? Why wouldn’t they be there? My eye? What do you mean?”\nDr. Evie tapped the nurse to signal that she wanted to speak and then said, “Lilia, do you remember when you came to the hospital? Do you remember that?”\nLilia frowned and blinked. “I–I was hurt,” she said. “But I don’t remember why or how.”\n“It’s all right,” Dr. Evie replied. “You lost your arms and your eye. Don’t bother trying to remember the details now; for now, just rest. Nurse, would you…?”\nNurse Zoey picked Lilia up and put her into the adjoining bed then rolled the two together.\n“How do your arms feel?” Dr. Evie asked. “Can you move all your fingers?”\nLilia tried it and nodded. “Yeah,” she said.\n“And your eye—can you see out of it? Is your vision clear?”\n“I—think so?” Lilia replied, closing one eye then the other and looking around. “It doesn’t seem blurry or anything.”\n“Wonderful,” Dr. Evie replied, closing her eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.\n“Let’s get you both some food,” the nurse said, scurrying off but grinning ear-to-ear when she returned.\nEvie and Lilia both ate voraciously and then passed out, exhausted from the ordeal. The nurse got them cleaned up as best she could and then stayed watch to keep anyone from disrupting them. A couple of hours later, they awoke.\n“All right,” Dr. Evie said, standing up surprisingly fast. “Oof,” she chuckled ruefully, “I’m not used to weighing so little! Are you ready to go?”\nLilia nodded, and Evie and the nurse helped her down.\n“Here, take my hand,” Dr. Evie said, reaching down.\nLilia did so, and they walked carefully out of the room, down the hall, and into the elevator. The nurse got them as far as Dr. Evie’s car, and then Dr. Evie drove them home.\n“All right, home sweet home,” she said as they pulled in. “I’m sorry the place is a bit of a mess; I’ve been…erm…kinda busy the last few weeks.”\nLilia looked around. The place was practically immaculate, save for a few food wrappers that Dr. Evie must have eaten hastily before leaving for the hospital. The only thing that was truly out of place was an unopened box for a bed\n“Shoot, I knew I forgot something,” Dr. Evie sighed. “Look, um, I wanted to have your bed ready for you before you got here, but—”\n“But you were kinda busy healing me,” Lilia said, smiling. “I understand. Where should I sleep tonight?” she asked.\n“If it’s not too uncomfortable for you, you can sleep with me tonight, and we’ll get your bed set up in the morning,” Evie replied.\nShe winced as she grazed her nipples with her arm. Right, she remembered. She’d been sleeping so much that she hadn’t drained her nipples in a long time. She was lucky she didn’t have mastitis, she thought to herself. But now that things were returning to normal, she was going to have to get back to her old routine.\n“I’m going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed,” she said. “I’d suggest that you do the same.”\nLilia nodded and waited for Evie to finish in the bathroom. It seemed to be taking her a long time.\n“There we are. Sorry it took so long,” Evie said. “All yours.”\nLilia took her turn. As she looked in the mirror, she gasped. Her fur was orange on her shoulders, but at her elbow, it changed to white with purple stripes just like Dr. Evie’s. To her surprise, too, her left eye was purple while her other one was green. Surprised by these changes—she didn’t understand why those parts of her looked different—she did her business and then stepped back out into the bedroom.\nDr. Evie was already there, waiting for her.\n“All right, which side do you want?” she asked.\nLilia pursed her lips and then pointed to the side opposite where Dr. Evie was standing. Dr. Evie nodded, pulled down the covers, and tucked Lilia into bed before turning out the light and crawling into bed herself.\nIt was weird for Lilia to be in a real bed—not a hospital bed, not an orphanage cot, but a real bed. It smelled faintly like Dr. Evie, and Lilia decided she liked the smell. It made her sleepy, her uncertainty about how she looked vanishing. In no time at all, they both dozed off.\nThey had been asleep for a few hours when Lilia half-awoke from her sleep. Her stomach was growling, probably because aside from the food the nurse had given her a few hours before, she hadn’t actually eaten anything in seven weeks. Her eyes still closed, she smelled something enticing close to her. She rolled over, and the smell got stronger. Scooting over, her nose followed the scent until her lips brushed against something. She instinctively opened her mouth and latched on.\nThe motion partially awakened Evie. Too asleep to fully realize what was going on, all she knew was that she had the most pleasant, relieving feeling in her right nipple. Her left nipple, by contrast, felt rather full and sore. She hazily thought that her breasts must be working overtime thanks to the pregnancy. It didn’t occur to her that she hadn’t fallen asleep with the milker on—something she had done in the past—and that the source of her pleasure was her newly adopted daughter.\nBut as the sensations continued, Evie began to moan in pleasure. Having denied herself all orgasms for the last seven weeks to avoid accidentally absorbing Lilia, she was already on a razor’s edge, and now the sensations in her nipples were threatening to push her over. Something in her mind snapped, a warning. Her eyes suddenly shot open wide, and she saw Lilia there in the darkness, latched onto her nipple.\n“Oh, Lilia,” she gasped, nudging her daughter. “You’d better stop. I–I’m feeling a little on edge right now.”\nLilia blinked and momentarily let go of Evie’s nipple.\n“Mmm…on edge?” she asked.\n“Yes,” Evie replied nervously, feeling her penis rock-hard and throbbing. “It’s…it’s very important that you stop right now. I’m afraid I might lose control.”\n“But it’s good!” Lilia grinned mischievously, flipping back the covers and scooting closer to bury Evie’s teat in her mouth.\n“Oh!” Evie groaned, writhing in pleasure even as she tried to fight it off. “No, Lilia! Please, you must stop!”\nHer cock throbbed hard in the exposed air, and as Lilia’s tongue grazed roughly against Evie’s nipple, her penis shot hard at Lilia. She gasped in surprise as the off-white liquid splattered onto her cream-colored chest, coating her completely in a flood of semen.\n“What’s this?” she asked. “More milk?”\n“Lilia, no!” Evie protested, but too late. \nLilia scooped a gob of Evie’s semen off her chest and put it in her mouth, smacking and making a face at the weird taste and texture.\n“That’s some funny-tasting milk,” she said.\n“That’s because that’s not milk,” Evie said, resting her head back on the pillow, defeated for the night. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”\nThe two drifted back off to sleep, Evie feeling a bit guilty but too exhausted to care and Lilia with a sated belly.\n*************\n“Lilia, we should talk about what happened last night,” Evie said nervously the next morning, sitting across the breakfast table from her. “You know you mustn’t consume—ah—that milk, not from me, right?”\n“But why not?” Lilia asked. “It tastes good, too.”\n“But I’m your mother—or, at least, I’m trying to be—and that’s just not something mothers should do,” Evie pressed.\n“You mean that you never had sex with any of the researchers when you were growing up?” Lilia asked pointedly, all pretense of innocence vanishing as she raised a knowing eyebrow.\nAn image of Sam bending over her, fisting her at the same time as his penis penetrated her, flashed into Evie’s mind and quickly vanished. She sighed.\n“It—it’s different,” she maintained. “He was—”\n“Why is it different?” Lilia asked. “Did it feel good?”\nEvie nodded, shocked that she was rendered this speechless by a 12-year-old.\n“And will it feel good if we try it?” Lilia pressed. “What will it hurt to try?”\nEvie opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.\n“You just gave me my arms and eye back,” Lilia said. “I don’t remember exactly what happened—and I don’t want to—but if I had to go through something like that, then shouldn’t I get to try something I want to do?”\nEvie rolled it around in her mind. The legality aside, she couldn’t really think of a reason that they couldn’t. She knew she was shooting blanks, so it wasn’t like she was going to get her adoptive daughter pregnant, and even if she could, her daughter’s sex organs were unharmed, so it was very unlikely that any of Evie’s DNA would have transferred to her there in a place where it could cause a problem. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.\n“You know that I could get in a lot of trouble if we did anything,” she said at last. “Everybody would assume I was hurting you.”\n“But you’re not,” Lilia replied. “You said it yourself, that you would rather help people, right? What if it feels really good? Wouldn’t you like to feel something really good? I would!”\nEvie bit her lip. She couldn’t deny that Lilia’s mouth had felt really good the night before. The thought of it alone made her cock stir under her robe.\n“See? You do want it!” Lilia said, pointing and grinning.\nEvie took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll go at your pace, and if anything feels bad, you let me know right away, and we’ll stop. Okay?”\n“Okay!” Lilia squealed gleefully. “Can we try now?”\nEvie shook her head and chuckled. She hadn’t planned to go back to the hospital today, but she did want to get Lilia’s bed set up and off the floor. Still, there was time.\n“All right,” she said, standing and leading the way to her bedroom.\nLilia tagged along, and as soon as they were in the room, they both took their clothes off. Though Evie had seen Lilia naked many times before, it was always from a clinical standpoint; she’d never even considered viewing Lilia from a sexual perspective. Now that the girl stood before her without any clothes on under much different circumstances, it was hard to miss how attractive her lithe body was with its perfectly formed labia tucked just up under her, as if playing a teasing, erotic game of peek-a-boo. Evie felt her penis get even harder, and Lilia wasted no time reaching out to grab it.\n“Goodness, Lilia, what’s gotten into you?” Evie asked breathlessly as the cub’s paws wrapped around her throbbing member.\n“I dunno,” Lilia replied. “I just…really want to see what it feels like, and you’re the only person I trust.”\nEvie felt a moment of lucidity through her lust and contemplated how sweet Lilia’s sentiment was. She smiled.\n“Do you want to taste my milk, or do you want to feel me inside of you?” she asked.\nLilia hesitated. “Both?” she asked, and Evie chuckled.\n“All right, we’ll start with you tasting me, then. Face me.”\nLilia turned to face Evie head-on, and Evie cupped her face affectionately as she slowly guided her cock-tip to Lilia’s lips. Lilia looked up uncertainly. Evie nodded, and the cub took the large glans into her mouth. Evie sighed in pleasure.\n“Ohh, yes, just like that,” she said.\nShe moved her hips gently, not wanting to hurt the curious cub in front of her as she stroked in and out. For her part, Lilia liked the flavor of the purple popsicle and began eagerly meeting Evie’s thrusts to push herself further and further down the shaft.\n“Goodness!” Evie panted in disbelief. “Don’t hurt yourself!” \n“I’m not,” Lilia said, popping off of Evie’s prick. “It tastes good!”\nEvie frowned. “But, don’t you need to breathe?” she asked.\n“I can breathe just fine!” Lilia protested. “Watch!”\nBefore Evie could react, the cub opened her mouth and plunged it around Evie’s cock, sliding along its length until her lips pressed against Evie’s medial ring. Lilia looked up, gave a shit-eating grin around Evie’s cock, and made a thumbs-up sign with her hand. Evie watched closely, and sure enough, Lilia’s chest was rising and falling. It was true: she could breathe just fine, even when impaled on Evie’s penis.\nDr. Brunson would find this fascinating! she thought. Apparently my healing had more of an effect on Lilia than I expected. I’ll have to tell him at my next appointment!\nBut as Lilia began to wriggle around on her cock and succeeded in pressing past her medial ring, Evie’s thoughts were soon too muddled to think much more of Dr. Brunson. She felt her balls give a warning contraction, and she shivered in ecstasy.\nLooking down at the cub struggling on her cock, Evie asked, “Do you want some help?”\nLilia looked up, grinned sheepishly, and nodded. “Mm, hmm,” she said.\n“All right, here you go,” Evie laughed, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her off.\nTo her surprise, Lilia’s eyes bulged, and she wrapped her paws tightly around Evie’s cock, trying to prevent herself from being pulled off. Nevertheless, off she went.\n“Ugh! I meant I wanted some help getting further, not getting pulled off!” she protested.\nEvie did a double-take. “What?” she asked. “Really?”\nLilia gave her a petulant pout. Evie couldn’t help but laugh.\n“If you’re sure,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll help you go on, but if it gets to be too much, just start tapping me, okay?”\nLilia giggled with delight and eagerly took Evie’s prick back into her mouth. Relaxing her throat muscles and using the bed to brace against, she pushed with her feet and drove her mouth around the liger’s large member once more. She made it to the medial ring, and, with only a little challenge, made it past. But then she started having problems again. The bed was too far out of reach for her to continue driving herself: she was basically floating in the air, impaled on Evie’s member.\nBut to her delight, she felt Evie’s hands on her hips and then felt herself being pushed slowly further and further along the shaft. Her tongue moved all around it, savoring the musky flavors as the thick phallus slid past. She was so lost in the taste that she didn’t notice Evie’s knot moving closer and closer to her.\nUntil it stopped against her lips and wouldn’t let her go further.\nEvie’s eyes rolled back in her head. She now had all but her knot pushed into this eager, young cub. Lilia’s body had stretched for her and now felt like a warm glove whose every move caressed Evie’s entire length and threatened to send her off at any second. She bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to flood her adopted daughter that very second.\n“Are—are you ready for your taste?” she asked breathlessly.\nLilia did her best to nod and gave another thumbs-up, and Evie slowly relaxed, letting her body succumb to her daughter’s body’s warm caresses. Her balls contracted, and with a soft cry, she let go.\nSemen flooded out of her far faster than she remembered it doing before. In a split-second, Lilia’s body puffed out, driven by the immense flood of gallons of cum filling her all at once. Evie gasped in a bit of a panic and quickly began pulling her off as spurt after spurt inflated her like a big ball of cum-filled fur.\nA second later, Lilia’s lips cleared the tip of Evie’s penis, and another blast of cum coated her face and splattered the bed, wall, and ceiling. Evie rode out her broken orgasm, panting and her eyes half-closed in bliss before she could finally check on Lilia.\n“Are you okay?” she asked, half-chuckling at her daughter’s cum-covered pout.\n“Ugh! Dr. E! I wanted to drink all of it!” she protested, grasping Evie’s cock and trying to suck out the last remnants of cum, much to Evie’s delight.\n“Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?” Evie gasped. “I know you’re eager and excited, but let me slow you down a bit so we can make sure you don’t get hurt.”\nLilia pursed her lips and sighed. “Fine.”\n“But hey, there’s still more fun we can have,” Evie said encouragingly. “Do you still want to feel me inside of you?”\nLilia brightened and nodded excitedly. \n“All right. If you’re sure this is what you want, then let’s do it properly,” she said.\nLilia cocked her head, still clinging to Evie’s penis.\n“Lie on the bed, and let me get your body ready,” Evie said.\nLilia reluctantly released Evie’s prick and lay on the bed, looking up at Evie curiously. Evie sat beside her on the bed and reached out with her fingers to graze Lilia’s supple vulva. Lilia gasped and squirmed, closing her legs on Evie’s hand.\n“It tickles!” she giggled.\n“It’s different from a tickle, though” Evie said, smiling knowingly. “Just relax and let yourself enjoy it.”\nLilia spread her legs again, and Evie put her hand back on Lilia’s groin. Reaching out with her fingers, she stroked Lilia’s clit, making the cub shiver and lightly double over.\n“It’s going to feel intense,” Evie said, “But it’s a good kind of intense. Just try to focus on how good it makes you feel instead of how scary it is.”\nLilia nodded, and as Evie touched her again, she felt dizzy, light-headed, but also like something warm was bubbling up inside her, coming from deep down, rising to the surface of her skin, and spreading like lava oozing out of a volcano. Her breath quivered, and her body shivered in delight as each stroke of Evie’s finger on her clit brought a new rising, warming sensation.\n“Ohh, look how wet you are,” Evie murmured as she dipped her finger down between Lilia’s folds and brought it to her face, glistening with moisture. “You’re ready.”\nShe used her hands to gently spread Lilia’s legs apart and then knelt between them.\n“If this starts to hurt, just say so, and I’ll stop, okay?” she asked, her voice wavering with anticipation.\nLilia nodded, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with arousal. Evie’s glans shimmered with precum—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so aroused—as she lowered it to graze Lilia’s labia. They both shuddered hornily as sensitive flesh tantalized sensitive flesh. Evie’s penis throbbed at the sensation, stroking Lilia’s folds.\nAt last, Evie couldn’t stand the anticipation anymore and pressed forward gently. Her tapered prick easily and gently parted Lilia’s folds and nestled itself inside. Both moaned aloud. The warmth around Evie’s cock made her want to drive in all the way, and the warm intruder inside Lilia made her antsy for something she couldn’t quite identify.\n“You okay?” Evie breathed, and Lilia nodded vigorously.\nThe liger pressed forward again carefully, afraid she would hurt the little girl, but to her surprise, she slipped inside all the way up to her medial ring without any resistance at all. Lilia moaned loudly as she felt herself filled fuller by the tantalizing, throbbing, hot flesh that penetrated her.\n“M–more,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes closed as her toes and fingers curled. “Please, more…”\nNot about to argue, Evie gave her what she wanted, pressing her medial ring against and parting the cub’s labia and pressing in even further. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Evie must have wondered how she had over a foot of her penis inside this young cub without bottoming out, but in the heat of the moment, neither of them cared. Lilia’s tight, clinging labia were threatening to drive her into a frenzy of mindless thrusting as they stroked and caressed her shaft, and she didn’t have time to ponder anatomy now.\nAs Evie leaned forward further, Lilia reached up and clung to her fur, pulling herself up and Evie down to bring them skin-to-skin. The feeling was electrifying for both of them. Their skin tingled and buzzed with arousal, and the faintest movement from either sent cascading ripples of arousal through both of them.\nEvie bottomed out at last. She couldn’t help but sigh wistfully: the top of her knot was only barely pressing against Lilia’s sex. How she wanted to go all the way inside, to feel herself locked in! Lilia stirred below her.\n“M–more?” she asked, opening her eyes to look pleadingly up at the liger.\nEvie bit her lip. “But I’m already bottomed out,” she said. “I can feel myself pressing against your cervix.”\nLilia closed her eyes and bit her lip. “Please,” she breathed. “Just a little more.”\n“All right,” Evie said hesitantly, gripping the cub by the hips. “We’ll try it…”\nThe liger took a few deep breaths and then pushed in as fluidly as she could. Lilia whimpered and started to cry out, but as the bulge of Evie’s knot passed and her lips sealed around the other side, her eyes suddenly snapped open, and she shivered in ecstasy.\n“Ooh…” she murmured. Wave after wave of intense sensations flooded through her, each throb of the two-foot penis inside of her triggering another burst of pleasure. The sensations she felt were scary in their intensity, but the last thing she wanted was for them to stop. Still, she had to do something to process them. Instinctively, she reached up, grabbed Evie’s nipple between her teeth, and latched on.\nEvie’s mind swam. \n“Augh!” she cried as she felt her testes contract and begin pumping.\nHer hips bucked once on their own, and her cock began to spew spurt after spurt of her cum into the cub so snugly wrapped around her. Before her eyes, she saw Lilia’s body begin to swell. It started as a bulge in her abdomen, and then it quickly spread, pulling her skin taut as a growing sphere seemed to emerge from her belly and expand, drawing the surrounding skin with it.\n“Lilia,” she gasped between pants, “Are you okay?”\nBut Lilia was lost in her own orgasm. Latched desperately onto Evie’s nipple and sucking for dear life, she felt her body shudder each time another spurt drove into her. She could feel herself stretching out. The stretch itself was enough to trigger another explosion of bliss in her mind, but there was also the feeling of Evie’s throbs themselves. Each one was like a little shockwave inside her increasingly full womb, and each one pushed her over a cliff of ecstasy. She felt like she was free-falling, experiencing the exhilarating but also terrifying feeling of flight. And every time she thought she would hit the ground, another throb and another rush of semen into her grabbed her, carried her even higher, and dropped her again. Her body shook uncontrollably from the constant rush she felt, and the only thing keeping her conscious was Evie’s teat latched desperately into her mouth.\nEvie at last felt her orgasm subside. She opened her eyes groggily and gasped to see that Lilia’s tiny body had become almost spherical, with her head and limbs just stuck to the surface, a cum-filled ball of fur. Lilia’s sucking on her nipple became less insistent, and the girl’s body convulsed several times as the final throes of her orgasm wracked her.\n“Are you okay?” Evie breathed.\nLilia’s eyes fluttered open, and a dreamy smile spread across her face.\n“That does feel good!” she beamed dazedly. “Let’s do this a lot!”\nEvie chuckled and rolled over on her back, taking Lilia with her. The two fell into a light, post-coital slumber with Evie’s knot holding the fluids inside Lilia until it finally subsided. A bathtub’s worth of semen and Lilia’s orgasmic juices flooded out onto the bed, but neither of them cared. Evie held Lilia in her arms. Both of them, for once, had finally found what they’d been looking for: a loving family.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Two Pasts, One Future
© 2019 Jack Doe. All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.
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Lilia
“Good news, Lilia!” said Miss Suzy, the orphanage director. “You’re going to be adopted today!”
Lilia looked up from what she was doing with a mixture of disbelief, curiosity, and eagerness.
“Really?” she asked. “Who’s adopting me, Miss Suzy?”
“They’re on their way right now,” Miss Suzy replied. “You’d better gather up your things; they’ll be here any minute!”
Lilia wasn’t going to argue. Over the last 4 years, she’d seen many fellow orphans adopted and always hoped that her time would come. Even she had to admit, though, that she never thought it would be like this. She thought that she’d at least get to meet her new parents before they decided to adopt her. Still, she longed to have a loving family once again, and if this was how it was going to start, then at least it had started, and as she was painfully aware, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
She didn’t know what it was—maybe people just preferred non-hybrids. Her father was a half-fox, half-rabbit, and her mother was a half-fox, half-otter, which made her half-fox, quarter rabbit, and quarter-otter. She was cute in her own way, but she wasn’t the stereotypical bunny with a cute, round poof-ball tail, a typical fox with pointy ears and pointy teeth, or an otter with a sleek coat and a love of the water. Instead, she had the long ears of a bunny, the lithe body and fluffy tail of a fox, made even fluffier by her rabbit ancestry, and webbed toes like an otter. Her body was orange; her belly was cream-colored, and she had a black patch on her back that extended down the top of her tail. Her arms and legs had black socks, and the backs of her ears were also black. She had big, green eyes and blonde hair pulled up tightly into a butt-length pony tail. She was cute, but—she guessed—not cute enough for most parents.
Until now.
With her excitement slowly pushing out her skepticism and nervousness, she eagerly went to her room and got the only thing she owned: her stuffed bear, his body charred and one of his button eyes hanging by a thread. He’d survived the car crash just as she had, but firefighters hadn’t been looking for him right away. He made it out, but he carried more scars of the ordeal than Lilia did. Well, physical ones, anyway. He was the only thing Lilia had left to remind her of her old life. Without any uncles or aunts or even cousins or grandparents to go to when her parents died, she’d come here, and the memory of her parents became more and more distant every day.
She clutched him close to her as she followed Miss Suzy into the greeting room. It was a cheery place—cheerier than the rest of the orphanage, at least—with a mural of a happy sun in a blue sky amid happy clouds looking down on rainbow-colored fur children playing outside in front of a schoolhouse. There were chairs for the adoptive parents to sit in and toys for would-be adoptees to play with. But Lilia wasn’t interested in those; they were intended for young furs—younger than she had been before she came here. What she was interested in were the seat occupants.
They sat together, holding hands, a male and female wolf couple. Their coats were gray and well-kempt. The male’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at Lilia, and the female got down on her knees the second Lilia walked in and extended her arms invitingly.
Lilia hesitated only a second before timidly walking over and trying out hugging the wolfess. Her eyes widened as the wolfess wrapped her arms around her. She had been hugged a few times since coming to the orphanage, but Miss Suzy and the other staff were usually so busy cleaning up messes and settling disputes that they had little time to hug the orphans. When they did, it was typically robotic and felt like it was done out of obligation rather than real affection. But this—this reminded her instantly of her parents, and she immediately buried her face in the wolfess’s soft fur.
“Aww, it’s love at first sight!” Miss Suzy chuckled. “I can already tell that our little Lilia is in good hands!”
“What do you say, kiddo?” the male asked. “Would you like to come live with us?” His voice was just as kind as his eyes.
Lilia looked from one wolf to the other and then smiled and nodded, clutching her bear close to her.
“Well, all right, then!” the male chuckled, smiling. “Are you ready?”
Lilia glanced back at Miss Suzy, who nodded encouragingly and then looked back at the wolf couple and nodded. The wolves beamed and stood, and then they extended their hands for Lilia to hold. She took them both by the hand, and the three walked out of the orphanage and down the sidewalk to a Mercedes.
“Wow, are you rich?” she asked.
“Oh, this?” the male chuckled. “Nah, it’s just a rental.”
He opened the back door for Lilia, and she got in and buckled her seatbelt.
“Such a good habit!” the female wolf praised her.
“Not all of the cubs we’ve adopted have been so smart,” the male added.
“All of the cubs?” Lilia asked, frowning. “Where are the others?”
“Oh, you’ll see soon,” the female said as she climbed into the back seat beside Lilia and buckled her seatbelt, too. “We’re going there right now.”
“Am I gonna have brothers and sisters?” Lilia asked, not sure whether she liked that idea or not.
“Oh, plenty,” the male replied as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
“Well, um, are they brothers or sisters?” Lilia pressed.
“I think you’ve talked just about enough,” the wolfess said the second they were out of sight of the orphanage.
Lilia frowned and turned to look at her in confusion, but just then, she felt something go over her face, some kind of rubbery mask. She smelled something strange, something that made her feel kind of giddy and then very sleepy. She looked at the wolfess beside her who held the mask over her face. Lilia didn’t understand, but she had little time to think about it.
She blacked out.
*************
Lilia awoke and instantly felt cold. She tried to move and realized that she was strapped down, spread-eagled to a table. Then she realized that she was naked. She gasped. That explained the chill. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Hello?” she called. “Mr. and Mrs. Wolf? What’s happening?!”
She looked around as much as she could. Her arms were restrained just above the elbows, and her legs were restrained at the knee and ankle. She could move her arm side-to-side, but the restraints bolted into the table prevented her from rotating her arm upward. She tried to sit up, but she realized that her waist was also restrained, and she could only move her head a little bit; something was pinning her neck down, too.
Cold sweat broke out all over the cub, making her even colder.
“Help me! Somebody!” she cried.
She suddenly gasped on hearing voices. Turning her head, she could see only shadows through a doorway.
“Thank you for bringing us this tasty treat!” a craggy, old voice said.
“You two have always been so good at bringing us…fresh meat,” another voice agreed.
“And the payment?”
Lilia gasped: it was the male wolf’s voice.
“Of course,” the first voice said. “Here you go. I trust we’ll have another one soon?”
“You know how to reach us,” the female wolf’s voice said.
Lilia heard footsteps walking further away.
“Wait, no! Don’t leave me here!” Lilia cried, but in vain.
She heard the sound of the door open and then close. Meanwhile the two shadows moved towards the doorway. Lilia’s breathing came in shallow gasps, and she swallowed and licked her dry, trembling lips.
An old rat walked in. Lilia gasped. He wore nothing but a tattered, old straw hat. And he was definitely a he—Lilia trembled in fear at seeing his penis standing straight out. It looked like a withered, old stick, crusted over with scabs, sores, warts, and pus. As he walked by, the stench of him made her feel nauseous.
Another rat followed him in, looking just the same, only he had no hat. Instead, he had a coronet of wild whitish-gray hair and walked with a cane. He smelled just as bad as the first rat.
“We–hehehell,” the hatted rat said, “Would you look at that? She’s plump, Matt.”
“A lot leaner than the last one, though,” Matt replied. “But she’ll do, Hat; she’ll do!”
Lilia looked from one rat to the other, her jaw trembling.
“What are you gonna do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Look at that pussy on her!” Hat said. “Mmm, doesn’t that just look like the tastiest thing you ever did see, Matt?”
“Sure does, Hat.”
But as Hat got up between Lilia’s legs, Matt smacked him on the head with his cane.
“What’d you do that fer?” Hat protested, rubbing his head and scowling.
“Just like you to go straight for dessert,” Matt scolded him. “Now, you use your manners and introduce our guest.”
Hat moved around to Lilia’s right side, muttering under his breath as Matt moved over to her left side.
“All right, all right,” Hat said at last. “Girlie, I’m Hat, and this here’s Matt. And you? You’s dinner.”
Lilia gasped, her eyes wide. “N–no; I’m Lilia! Lilia! I’m not dinner!” she protested.
“Hehehe! Nah, you’s dinner,” Matt echoed.
“And the entertainment, too!” Hat chimed in. “We’s gonna eat you, starting with those cute little fingernails, and we’s gonna just keep us a-eating until you gots no arms left!”
“Eyuh, that’s ‘bout right, I reckon,” Matt agreed. “And then we’s gonna turn you loose. And you’s gonna run through the woods.”
Lilia shook her head, tears appearing in her eyes. “I don’t want you to eat me!” she cried.
“Aww, there, there, don’t cry,” Hat said, patting her with a gnarly, filthy hand. “I haven’t gotten to the best part! When we turn you loose, you’s gonna run, and if you gets away, then we’ll let you go!”
“An’ if you don’t, then we’s gonna drag you back here,” Matt said, his voice husky.
“Mmm, yeah, we’s gonna drag you back here,” Hat agreed as both rats began stroking their disfigured malehoods. “And then, we’s gonna eat your legs. And then, dessert!”
A whack to the head from Matt’s cane sent Hat to cussing.
“You an’ your dessert!” Matt said, shaking his head. “We’s gonna utilize that part before we eats it!”
“Oh, right!” Hat said, forgetting his anger at Matt. “Eyuh, we’s gonna utilize you nice and good. Mmm! I can’t wait to start utilizing dessert! I feel like I could start right now—” He trailed off as Matt raised his cane threateningly.
“And don’t even think about passing out, there, girlie,” Matt said, reaching above Lilia’s head and showing her a syringe with a rusty needle on it.
He held it over her face to make sure she got a good look. Lilia’s eyes widened, and she shook her head as best she could. But as soon as she reacted, Matt took the needle and stabbed it into her buttock. Lilia shrieked in pain as the rusty needle forced itself into her, burning, stinging, and itching as it bored through her skin and dispensed its burning contents. Suddenly, her eyes shot wide-open, far wider than they ever should be. Her heart began to palpitate, and she began to hyperventilate.
“Dinner time, Hat!” Matt grinned.
In a panicked haze, Lilia saw Hat grab her hand. She felt Matt grab her other. Too out of sorts because of the drug that had been injected into her to understand what was going on, she watched, dazed, as Hat brought his teeth to her fingernail. She shuddered as she felt his lips graze her fingertip and then grimaced as he bit off her fingernail and started chewing it.
A searing pain in her left hand made her flinch, trying to snatch it away as she whipped her head to look. She couldn’t believe her eyes: her middle finger was missing the furthest bone.
Then the pain really hit.
She let out a blood-curdling scream as blood spurted from her finger. Adrenaline and the drug flooded through her system, and she yanked her arms towards herself as hard as she could, but for as frail as they looked, the rats were shockingly strong. Squeezing her eyes closed in pain, Lilia made fists of her fingers to protect them.
On her left hand, she felt a sickening crunch on her index finger as Matt bit right through it and began loudly chewing it up. On her right hand, it was her thumb that suffered. Her voice high and shrill, the poor girl desperately fought against the restraints and furs that trapped and tormented her. Another sickening crunch made her middle finger disappear completely, and another removed her pinkie. Lilia thrashed about in indescribable pain as finger after finger was gnawed off of her. Her head swam from the pain. She felt darkness beginning to close in.
Oh, yes…please…let me just…sleep…
She sucked in a breath and screamed as another shot was delivered into her buttock. Beside herself with pain, she threw up all over herself, but unable to move her head freely, she couldn’t clear the terrible taste from her mouth.
CRUNCH!
Tears streamed down Lilia’s face as she cried over and over again, her body heaving as part of her hand disappeared. Devoid of fingers to gnaw on, the rats had moved up her body and were now gnawing on the skin and flesh between the bones in her hands.
Unable to stop the indescribable pain, Lilia lost control of her bladder and voided, adding the stench of terror-infused piss to the already-stinking room. Her hands—what was left of them—were mangled and bloody. Tendons snapped and shot up her arm as the rats gnawed through the tendons that controlled her fingers. With a couple of loud CRACKs, the rats broke her wrists off and started eating their way up her forearms.
Darkness once again filled Lilia’s vision. Her tear ducts were dry, yet the horrible, unyielding pain persisted. She wanted to die.
Please… she thought. Please…just make it stop!
A sudden pain in her right forearm made her shriek in agony as Hat’s teeth sank through her skin and met between her radius and ulna.
“Music to my ears!” Matt exulted as he chomped into Lilia’s other arm, eliciting another bloodcurdling scream.
Lilia couldn’t bear to watch. The pain in both her arms was horrible enough, but seeing her own flesh being ripped away piece by piece, seeing her own bones poking through her skin, seeing her own tendons as they frayed, snapped, and shot up into her upper arm—was the stuff of nightmares. She lay there, her body shaking and getting clammy as it tried to enter shock despite the awful drug that wouldn’t let her sleep through this terrible torture.
She writhed there, desperately wishing for an end to her suffering, when she felt the rats at her elbows. With just a few chews, her forearms fell off; the rats had chewed through the ligaments that held them on. They landed with an echoing thud on the ground as Lilia’s body arched against its restraints in a desperate attempt to escape.
Suddenly, the chewing stopped, and the rats both stood over her. Her eyes flicked from one to the other, then squeezed shut as she tried to shut out the image of blood—her blood—dripping from their rotten teeth onto her. She could smell their fetid breath and feel their drool pooling on her shoulders.
“Hey! Girlie!” Matt yelled.
Lilia’s eyes snapped open in fear. Faster than the blink of an eye, the horrible rat’s fingers plunged into her eye and ripped it out of its socket. Her voice caught in her throat before unleashing itself as a hoarse wail. Her handless arms lurched forward, trying to cover her face, but it was completely in vain.
“I love to hear her scream!” Hat grinned. “Hey, you gonna eat that?”
Matt tossed Lilia’s eye to Hat, who chomped down on it and splattered it like a cherry tomato all over Lilia. She shrieked and hyperventilated, unaware that her torment could get worse than it already had been.
“I think that’s about enough for the first course, what ‘bout you?” Matt asked.
“Eyuh, I think we can turn her loose and get on with the show!” Hat agreed.
With shocking speed, they unfastened all her restraints. Too pained to think straight, let alone move, let alone fight back, Lilia lay there convulsing on the table.
“’Bout time for another dose,” Matt said, jabbing her in the ass once more.
Lilia’s one eye constricted, and she suddenly stopped convulsing.
“That’s right, out you go,” Hat said, grabbing her by her long rabbit-like ear and dragging her, blubbering, out the door.
“Thirty minutes, Girlie!” Matt said. “Timer starts now!”
The door slammed behind her, and a one-eyed, forearm-less Lilia collapsed on the ground. Her head swam; she couldn’t think straight, but amid the many incoherent thoughts that swirled around in her mind, one stood out and kept getting more and more insistent.
Run.
Run!
RUN!
Somehow, she got her legs under her. Staggering, she got to her feet and slid herself along the wall. Without hands to steady herself, she had to rely on her shoulders instead. She made it to the corner of the house and suddenly spied the driveway.
Driveway. Road. Highway. Home. Home!
She staggered in a stupefied haze towards the driveway. She made it to the edge of the house and stepped out onto the gravel surface. Broken glass and sharp gravel dug into her footpads, but after what she’d just endured, the pain seemed trivial and far away by comparison. Her mind began to swim again, but she willed herself on, one foot in front of the other as she made her way up the steep driveway.
She came to the road; she had no idea which way to go, but she just turned to the left and continued walking, desperately hoping to find some help. She saw lights coming around the corner. She waved her stumps of arms and cried out hoarsely.
A cop car turned into view. Blinded by the bright lights and running on her last ounce of strength, Lilia staggered towards it.
“Help…please…” she managed.
“Oh, shit…” the officer in the car said as she brought the car to a screeching stop and got out.
“Easy,” the tigress said to Lilia. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Lilia—at last—blacked out.
*************
She awoke to find herself in a white room. The walls were white. The ceiling was white. The floor was white. The linens on her bed were white.
Lilia gasped. Her bed! She looked around. There was no cabin, there were no woods. Sunlight streamed through a window to her right. She was in a building many stories above the ground, she thought. Then she heard it: the soft beep of an EKG behind her. She realized she was in a hospital recovery room.
The EKG began to beep faster. She looked down at her arms. The EKG doubled in time as she realized that she truly had no forearms. She closed her right eye.
She had no left eye. She had no hands to bring to her face to see if she even had a left eye. She began to cry.
“Oh! You’re awake!” a voice said.
Lilia looked up and gasped. Her eye widened in terror, and the white sheets at her groin turned yellow.
It was a female wolf.
Lilia screamed, kicking against the sheets and driving herself backwards against the back of the bed, screaming hysterically.
“Child, what on earth is wrong?!” the nurse cried helplessly, stepping towards her.
Lilia’s screams intensified, summoning at least a dozen nurses into the room. They all looked around and couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“Okay, everybody out,” a voice said.
The voice wasn’t shouting, but it rang out clearly over Lilia’s screaming.
A liger in a lab coat waited for everybody to leave and then stepped inside. The moment the wolfess nurse left, Lilia’s screaming calmed somewhat.
“You poor girl,” the liger said, shaking her head. “I’m Dr. Evie, or Dr. E, if you prefer. It seems you’ve had a terrible experience, huh?”
Something about the liger was comforting to Lilia. Though she was nine feet tall and towered high above the little girl, there was something about her demeanor that made her less scary than anybody else had been. Still, Lilia had been through a lot.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I did, but please don’t hurt me.”
Dr. E looked at her, shocked. “Why would I hurt you?” she asked. “I’m here to help you!”
She advanced slowly and sat at the foot of Lilia’s bed. She swallowed.
“Did somebody hurt you?” she asked. “Do you remember?”
Lilia nodded. “Rats,” she said. “They were rats. They—they bit off my fingers, ate my hands, ate my arms! How…” she broke out into tears. “How will I wave to people? How will I pick things up? What did I do? I’m sorry—just…let me have my hands back!”
Evie swallowed, a lump forming in her throat in sympathy for this poor girl. “What about your eye?” she asked. “Did the rats do that, too?”
Lilia closed her remaining eye and sobbed. “They just snatched it out! I”—she gasped, her pupil constricting as she flashed back to it—“I was in a cabin, strapped down. There were…rats. They were eating me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. They kept injecting something into me. It make me sick. It wouldn’t let me sleep. I just wanted to sleep, to not hurt! Why were they so mean? Why did they want to hurt me?”
She looked at Dr. Evie with tears in her eyes: tears of hurt, tears of bewilderment.
Dr. Evie shook her head. “I–I don’t know,” she admitted. “I can’t imagine why anyone would want to hurt someone as sweet as you. But how did you get to the cabin? Do you remember?”
Lilia tried to think. She remembered…no…she just remembered the cabin. She looked at Evie with new fear in her eyes.
“I don’t know!” she cried. “I–I don’t know how I got there!”
The door opened, and the nurse popped her head in. “Doctor, is it all right if I take her vitals?”
Lilia began screaming again, and Dr. Evie quickly shooed the poor nurse back out the door.
She put a soothing hand on Lilia’s foot through the blankets, and Lilia began to settle down.
“Did—did a wolf hurt you?” Dr. Evie asked. “That’s twice you’ve started screaming on seeing poor Nurse Theresa.”
Lilia thought about it and then shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said miserably.
“That’s okay; let’s just see what you can remember,” Dr. Evie said. “Can you tell me your name?”
Lilia nodded. “It’s—” She trailed off, and then her eye widened again. “I–I don’t know,” she said numbly. It was like she was back in the cabin, only different. Before, she couldn’t sleep as parts of her were bitten off, and now she couldn’t remember as bits of her memory left her. It was a helpless, miserable feeling that made her want to cry all over again.
“It’s okay,” Dr. Evie said, scooting forward and hugging her. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Lilia tried to hug back with the stumps of arms she had left. She broke down, sobbing into Dr. Evie’s fur.
The phone rang, and Dr. Evie reached over to grab it.
“Yes?” she asked. “Oh, I see.” She glanced down at Lilia, who clung to her chest desperately. “Oh, the poor girl. That’s terrible. All right. Thank you.”
She hung up and stroked Lilia’s ears.
“Good news,” she murmured. “They got the creeps.” She shook her head. “You’re an orphan, aren’t you?” she asked slowly.
Lilia thought about it and then nodded, feeling relieved that she could at least remember that much.
“You were taken in by some wolves who turned you over to those rats,” Dr. Evie said. “You poor, poor girl. You thought you finally had a chance at a good life, only to have this happen to you!” She shook her head sadly. “What is wrong with people?” she murmured. Glancing down at Lilia, she said, “You know, I grew up without parents, too.”
“I had parents,” Lilia said, frowning bitterly. “They died, in a car crash.” She gasped. “Where’s Bear?” she cried, looking around. “I had him, and then he—” Her eyes widened. “They were wolves,” she said. “A male and a female, both gray. They seemed so nice.” Her face clouded as her eye misted up again. “They have Bear,” she whispered. “I remember everything. A Mercedes. My name is Lilia. They came to get me. They wanted to adopt me before they even met me. I knew there was something wrong with them!”
Dr. Evie held her as she burst into tears again.
“It’s tough, Lilia,” she said, “Living without your parents. My mom gave me up when I was only a baby. “
Evie
“Look, I read your ad, and I have what you need: a healthy baby to run your tests on or whatever,” the lioness said. “Now, do you want her or not?”
“You realize that this may be very hard on her, right?” an otter in a lab coat replied. “It may even be painful.”
“Like I give a crap what happens to her,” the lioness said. “I was gonna throw her in a dumpster, but if you guys are willing to pay…”
The otter shuddered at the lack of maternal instincts in this particular lioness.
“Very well,” he said. “As the ad said, $5,000. You agree to give up your rights as her mother, correct?”
“Yeah, fine, whatever.”
“All right. Sign here.”
“Done. Now where’s the cash?”
The otter paid the lioness.
“Wait,” he said as she turned to leave. “Does she have a name?”
“Yeah,” the lioness replied. “Pain in the ass.”
She walked out, leaving the otter’s jaw hanging open. He shook his head incredulously and turned to look at the infant liger girl in his arms.
“I think I’ll call you Evie,” he said thoughtfully. “Come on, Evie.”
He carried her back into the lab. Putting her face-down on an exam table, he grabbed a handful of syringes and placed them next to her before pulling the blankets that wrapped her up out of the way to give himself access. Then he undid her diaper and exposed her bottom.
“You’re not gonna like this too much,” he said, “But just bear with me, all right? It’ll all be over soon.”
One by one, he stuck the needles into her infant buttock, six in her left and six in her right. She squalled the whole time, understandably very unhappy. Then he put her diaper back on, wrapped her back up, and cradled her until she quieted down. As soon as she fell asleep, he put her into a cradle in a large nursery full of other babies and went back to follow up on the paperwork.
“Subject: Evie. Drug mixture number 5. Date of injection…” He looked at his watch and recorded the date. “Well, Evie, now to wait until you turn 12.”
*************
The initial drug effects happened quickly. Within a year of injection, young Evie had grown a penis and testes in addition to her vagina. Her penis began as a small, purple nub and steadily increased in length until she was about one year old. At the time, it had no distinguishing marks. It did, however, make diaper changes challenging for Dr. Brunson, the otter who had purchased Evie from her mother.
More changes would come shortly after her penis stopped growing. Her nipples, nose, and the inside of her anus, vagina, and navel all turned purple and began to glow faintly. This was unexpected, to say the least, and Dr. Brunson observed this with great interest.
Aside from the side-effects and being raised in a lab setting, Evie’s childhood was relatively normal, all things considered. She received a first-rate education from Dr. Brunson, the other researchers, and a series of other teachers called in to broaden her knowledge in other areas. She had the opportunity to play with the other research subjects and thereby learned interpersonal skills. And despite his business running the experiment, Dr. Brunson did take a liking to Evie and acted, as best as a fur in his position could, as a sort of father figure to her.
Evie began puberty at age 9, and with that came a host of new and bewildering changes, some of them unexpected even for Dr. Brunson. Her breasts filled out first, as expected, and her body began to shed the last of her baby fat. Her testes descended a year later, and she began to grow more muscular. Her penis began to show morphological changes, as well. A thin line of tissue running around the middle of her penis swelled, giving her penis what looked like an equine’s medial ring. When she became erect—which happened frequently due to the hormonal changes—the base of her penis expanded into an almost spherical ball three times the diameter of her shaft, much like a canine’s knot. The vascularization on her penis increased, as well: thick veins appeared to supply it with ample blood, and it grew significantly in length, to over two feet. The hormonal changes made her very moody—doubly so because of the large amounts of estrogen and testosterone vying for her attention. Most surprising to Dr. Brunson, though, was the fact that she began to spontaneously lactate, something he had heard of occasionally occurring during puberty, but not to this extent. He ended up buying her a breast pump and instilling in her the importance of keeping herself drained so as to avoid mastitis. He felt badly for her—that was a lot to have to keep up with for a 10-year-old—but it soon became second-nature. An analysis of her breast milk showed that it was completely normal, with one exception: there were some interesting proteins present that were unlike anything he had ever seen in milk or anywhere else before. He and his staff set out to isolate and study them.
When Evie had her first ejaculation at around 10-1/2—a fair bit early, but given the other changes, not unexpected—she asked Dr. Brunson about it. He was disappointed to learn that it had gone onto her sheets and was thus contaminated and not a reliable source for evaluation. He encouraged her to do it again when she felt like it but to collect it in an unlubricated, condom-like container. This she did, and once again, everything was completely normal save for the presence of some foreign proteins. The researchers quickly identified them as the same ones present in her milk, but even after a year of researching, they still hadn’t quite figured out what the proteins were intended to do.
Around Evie’s 11th birthday, Dr. Brunson began preparing her for what was to come on her next birthday.
“We’ve got a lot invested in you, Evie, so we can’t just not do the experiments,” he said apologetically. “It will probably be scary, but just trust that we’re not trying to hurt you. We are, however, going to push you as far as we can. We have to know the limits of the changes that have happened.”
Even though they were coming from Dr. Brunson, whom Evie really liked and even loved, those words weren’t reassuring. Evie spent the next year nervous about what was to come. In retrospect, Dr. Brunson thought to himself that perhaps he should save that speech for right before the experiments began. Evie went to him multiple times that year, imploring him to change his mind and to leave her be. It broke his heart to see her so anxious, but he had to remain firm—what was it all for if they just stopped now?
The night of her 12th birthday was the worst. Evie was so beside herself that Dr. Brunson had to give her a sedative. As an intern took the sleeping girl to her bed, the otter sighed and shook his head.
He had to be firm.
*************
“Time to wake up, Evie,” a voice said.
Evie opened her eyes and looked up blearily to see Dr. Brunson standing over her.
“Happy birthday,” he said with a wan smile. “I’m sure you’re anxious to just get this over with, so we’ll have cake afterwards, okay?”
Evie’s stomach turned, but she nodded, got out of bed, and started to get dressed.
“That won’t be necessary,” Dr. Brunson said. “We’re just going to take them off when we get to the lab anyway.”
Ever since they were infants, the girls had not been required to wear clothes if they didn’t want to. Some wore them while others didn’t, and Evie was one who wore them less often than others. Thus, her wandering the hallways naked wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She swallowed, nodded, and followed him, her heart pounding in her chest. She walked past the other girls, who knew something was happening but not what. As the oldest of them, Evie was the first one to undergo the experiments. Determined not to scare her friends, she smiled and waved as she walked by.
They came to an exam room, just an ordinary exam room like one in countless doctors’ offices. Dr. Brunson patted the exam table, and Evie crawled up on it, grimacing as the cold surface pressed against her bare bottom.
“All right, let’s start with a basic exam,” Dr. Brunson said. Putting his stethoscope in his ears, he listened to her heart, her breathing, and her guts. He took her vitals and observed with satisfaction that everything appeared normal. He checked her eyes, her ears, her nose, and her mouth, and nodded. He inspected her skin, her hair, her hands, and her feet. Everything was completely normal, and he recorded this with a mixture of satisfaction and relief.
Next, he began a thorough examination of her genitalia. He measured her testes, penis, knot, and medial ring and then asked her to stand with her back to him, spread her legs, and bend over. He then inserted his finger into her anus. She gasped, and her penis grew erect as he felt of her prostate.
Then he had her get back on the exam table and put her feet into stirrups.
“This may feel a little uncomfortable,” he said apologetically, “But it’s all part of seeing where we’re starting from, okay?”
Evie swallowed hard and nodded as he disappeared between her legs. He examined her vulva and noted that other than the purple glow, everything appeared normal. Next, he gave her a pelvic exam, gently inserting two gloved fingers into her vagina and pressing down on her stomach. She grimaced at the odd sensation, but it was over as soon as it started. Last, he pushed something inside of her, and to her shock, she felt it spreading her open wider and wider. She felt something tickling something deep inside of her, and Dr. Brunson let her vagina shrink back down to normal size.
“All right,” he said, pulling up a stool to sit on after letting her drop her legs for a rest. “I have good news: everything is normal, and you look perfectly healthy.”
Evie smiled. “So, does that mean it’s over?” she asked. “Can I go have cake now?”
The otter’s face clouded. “I’m sorry, Evie, but that was just the routine exam; now we have to start the other tests.”
Evie’s face fell. “Oh,” she said, her stomach twisting up all over again. “Okay.”
“We’ll start easily, all right, Evie? This first part shouldn’t hurt a bit.”
Evie swallowed and nodded as two more researchers came in carrying strange items she didn’t recognize but that looked vaguely like disembodied penises.
“Guys, please keep the instrumentation out of view of the patient,” Dr. Brunson said, putting himself between Evie and the others and glancing over his shoulder at her.
After that, Evie didn’t see anything else until right before it happened to her, if at all.
“Okay, for this first test, I’m just going to put my finger in different places to see how your body does,” Dr. Brunson said. “If anything hurts, you just let me know, and I’ll stop right away, okay?”
Evie nodded. The way he smiled was very reassuring, just like it always was. She put her legs back up in the stirrups, and he moved down between them once more.
“All right, here’s the first one,” he said.
Evie felt his finger press into her vagina.
“Doing okay?” he asked.
She nodded, and he pressed his finger in up to where it met the rest of his hand, and then he pulled out. He said some things to the other scientists, who wrote some things down.
“Here’s the next one,” he said, pouring some lubricant onto his fingers.
Evie’s eyes widened as she felt something press against her anus and then push inside. She cringed and shuddered as the cold, bony finger penetrated her.
“Everything okay?” Dr. Brunson asked.
Evie grimaced but nodded, and the otter removed his finger and said some things to the other scientists.
“All right,” he said, taking off that glove, throwing it away, and donning a new one, “Let’s move on to something else.” He stepped up close to her face. “I’m going to put my finger in your mouth, and I want you to just let me put it in as far as it will go. If you start feeling like you’re going to throw up, raise your hand, okay?”
Evie nodded. Dr. Brunson lifted his hand, she opened her mouth, and the doctor slid his finger along her tongue and just started to hit the front of her throat when his finger bottomed out. He glanced down.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Mm, hmm,” Evie replied.
Dr. Brunson nodded and removed his finger, and Evie smacked her lips and shriveled her nose at the taste of latex.
“All right, very good so far,” Dr. Brunson said. “Let’s continue.”
He moved down to Evie’s groin and stroked her penis a few times. It extended, as expected, and Dr. Brunson grasped it firmly behind the knot. Then, using a fresh glove, he pressed the tip of his finger against Evie’s urethra. It spread for him, and he pressed his finger inside. Her body tensed, and he paused.
“Evie, is everything all right?” he asked.
“It stings,” Evie replied, wincing.
Dr. Brunson nodded. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “Can you tough it out for me like a big girl a little longer?”
Evie nodded, though her fists and teeth remained clenched, and Dr. Brunson continued to press the rest of his finger into her urethra. Then he pulled out, and Evie breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good girl,” the otter praised as he donned yet another glove. “The first part is almost done; we just have a few more things to try.”
He moved up beside her chest and pressed his finger to her nipple. She let out a little gasp.
“Evie, have you been milking yourself like you’re supposed to?” he asked.
Evie nodded. “Not today, though,” she said.
Dr. Brunson nodded thoughtfully and then squeezed her nipple with his free hand, sending a stream of milk through the air. Evie’s eyes glossed over, and her body went limp.
“Feels good, huh?” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “No wonder you’ve been so compliant in doing it three times a day!”
With Evie’s mammary gland emptied somewhat, Dr. Brunson pressed his finger to her nipple once more. It gave a little resistance, so he pressed a little harder, and then his finger suddenly pressed inside. His face grew thoughtful as he pressed harder, lodging his whole finger down inside Evie’s nipple. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over to see that her penis was completely erect and throbbing.
“Very interesting,” he said, pointing it out to the other doctors. “Let’s try the other one.”
He gave her erection some time to subside and then repeated the procedure of emptying Evie’s other nipple and pressing his finger into it. The result was very much the same: his finger disappeared, and Evie’s penis grew erect.
“Fascinating. All right, this next one will be the last test of this type. Then we’ll take a break, all right?”
Evie nodded, and Dr. Brunson moved towards her stomach. Pressing firmly to avoid tickling her, he brought his fingers down on top of and to either side of her navel. Sliding his palm forward, he pressed his middle finger against her belly button. It did not yield.
“Huh, interesting,” he said, moving his fingers around to press here and there. He moved his other hand to get it out of the way as he stepped right up against the exam table. As he brought his hand down, he accidentally grazed her nipple. She gasped in pleasure, her penis grew hard, and his middle finger disappeared inside of her.
“Fascinating! How very interesting!” the otter exulted. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”
He moved his middle finger into and out of Evie’s navel as he let her erection subside. The second she was completely soft, her navel clamped down around his finger. He pulled firmly backwards, but he was completely stuck!
“How does that feel?” he asked.
Evie made a face. “Like a stomachache,” she said. “Not bad, but it doesn’t feel good, either.”
“Very interesting.”
He reached over to graze her nipple once more, and her navel released his finger.
“How did it feel when I was moving it in and out?” he asked.
“Kind of good,” Evie replied. “Not as good as when you touched me down there or up here,” she said, glancing at her crotch and then her nipples, “But kind of good.”
Dr. Brunson nodded. “Very interesting indeed. All right, that concludes this set of tests. Let’s take a break, and then we’ll come back to the next test. In the meantime, I want you to go to the bathroom and do everything you can, okay?”
Evie nodded, and the doctor helped her to her feet.
“Attagirl.”
Evie went to the bathroom and did everything she could do, and then she went back to the exam room.
“Welcome back, Evie. Are you ready to go again?” Dr. Brunson asked.
Evie swallowed. “I’m scared,” she admitted.
The otter knelt down next to her and wrapped her in a hug. “I know, Evie, I know. But it will be okay, all right? You can do this!”
Evie wished the butterflies in her stomach would fly away as she nodded nervously.
“That’s my girl. All right, now, let’s have you get back up onto the exam table again.”
Evie did so, and Dr. Brunson wrapped a couple of straps across her chest and waist.
“This is just to prevent you from falling off, okay?” the otter said apologetically. “This next part might get a little intense, and we want you to be safe.”
That did little to make Evie’s heart pound any less hard.
“Okay, let me explain what’s going to happen, now that you’re all strapped in,” Dr. Brunson said. “We know that one of the main side-effects of the drugs we injected you with is that it will make you...um, stretchy.”
“Stretchy?” Evie asked. “Like, you’re gonna stretch my arms?”
“Not exactly. More like, your orifices will stretch to allow larger things to enter them than normally would. So, where I tried putting my fingers inside those different places on you, each one of those has the potential to allow something much bigger than my finger. We want to characterize this side effect because we think it could be useful to furs who, say, are about to give birth and need a little help stretching out. We’re not sure what else it could be useful for, but we want to know what it can do while we’ve got you here. Does that make sense?”
“I think so,” Evie said.
“Good. So, we’re going to start out small and work up. We have an idea of how big we should be able to go. It...might be uncomfortable as we start getting bigger. In fact, it might even hurt, but I want you to just relax. We’ll be checking on you frequently, but unless you feel like you’re going to just die, I need for you to keep holding on and letting us work, okay?”
Evie swallowed. “Okay,” she whispered.
“Such a big girl,” Dr. Brunson said, proudly patting her on the shoulder. “Okay, let’s begin. We’ll start with your vagina.”
He donned a long glove that went all the way up to his shoulder, the kind used for palpating horses and cattle during artificial insemination. With his other hand, he squeezed some lube into his gloved hand and began to work it, warming it and covering his glove completely.
“All right, Evie. Deep breath,” he said.
Evie’s body trembled as he disappeared from sight, but she did as he told her and took a deep breath.
“And let it out slowly,” he said.
As Evie let out her breath, she felt the otter’s fingers press against her vagina and then press inside. She felt her walls spreading wider and beginning to stretch out.
“How are you feeling?” Dr. Brunson asked. “Tell us everything you feel.”
“It feels...stretched,” Evie said. “Not...bad, but...well, like when you put that thing in me before...that thing that went in and then got bigger?”
“A speculum, yes.”
“Speculum. Yes, it feels like that, just...a lot more.”
“Is it a good feeling or a bad feeling?”
“I dunno...both, maybe?”
“All right. Then let’s go a little deeper.”
Evie felt sweat break out on her forehead as she spread much wider as something thick went into her. Then she felt like the big thing had made it past the tight spot and settled in inside of her.
“Okay, I just got my hand inside,” Dr. Brunson said. “How do you feel now?”
“It felt kind of bad when your hand was going in, but now, it feels really good,” Evie said, her voice quavering with arousal.
“Very good. I’m going to reach in further.”
It felt weird as the doctor’s hand reached deeper into Evie. It felt like he was moving around deep inside of her, yet she was certain she remembered from sex-ed that her womb wasn’t that deep. She could feel his forearm pressing into her, spreading her lips wider than before but somehow more gently than his bony hand had felt as it entered. And still he kept pressing in, deeper and deeper, until his shoulder was pressed firmly against her sex.
“How do you feel now?” the otter grunted.
“Um, okay, I guess,” Evie replied. “It feels full, but kind of, I dunno, good full?”
“Perfect answer!”
The otter pulled his arm out and nodded to the others. The three of them rolled something large down between Evie’s legs, but the way they positioned themselves between her and it prevented her from seeing what it was.
“We’ll start with a ten,” Dr. Brunson said, and one of the researchers turned a knob.
They stepped out of the way, and Evie gasped. Between her legs was some kind of machine that looked almost like a gun turret, except where the muzzle of the gun would be was a rubbery-looking cylinder about 4 inches in diameter, with a rounded nose, like a big bullet. It was pointed right at Evie’s sex.
“Okay, Evie,” Dr. Brunson said, “Try to relax, okay? It’s not going to hurt you, but it will be much easier for you If you just think pleasant thoughts and take deep breaths.”
Evie looked nervously at the device as the researchers wheeled it forward until it just touched her vulva. She shivered from a strange mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and anticipation.
“Speed, Doctor?” one of the researchers asked.
“Let’s start out slow, say, 0.5.”
The researcher twisted another knob and then looked expectantly at Dr. Brunson.
“Begin.”
The researcher pushed a button, and the cylinder began pressing against Evie’s vagina. It moved rather slowly, only about a quarter-inch per second, but it was relentless. As it moved, it oozed lubricant that made it easier to slide itself in, and after only three or four seconds, it pressed inside. Evie gasped, her toes curling as she felt a pleasurable sensation she’d never felt before. She hadn’t yet learned the fine art of masturbation—especially of her female parts, hidden behind her scrotum—and so this sensation was quite novel.
“Depth?”
“Let it go until the force exceeds 3N,” Dr. Brunson replied.
Evie had no idea what they were talking about, but as the machine continued to slowly bore into her, she felt the most incredible fullness and a bit of arousal. She tried not to think too much about that and instead focused on her breathing.
“Doing great, Evie,” the otter said. “Feeling okay?”
Evie’s eyes darted to him, and she nodded.
“What does it feel like?”
“I feel really full, and kind of stretched-out. It feels like my insides are moving around.”
“Quite right; that’s exactly what they should be doing. What’s our depth?”
“100 cm, Doctor.”
“Very impressive, Evie! That thing’s gone over three feet into you!”
About a minute later, Evie groaned, and the machine came to a stop.
“Force achieved, Doctor.”
“All right. Depth?”
“127 cm, Doctor.”
“Wow. Very, very impressive, Evie. This is most fascinating. Let’s set the max depth to 120, increase the diameter to 11, and increase the speed to 1.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
The researcher made the requested adjustments, and the long shaft that had driven itself up into Evie began to pull itself out. If anything, the sensation of it leaving was worse than when it went in; it left her feeling very empty inside, so empty that it almost made her want to cry.
“Are you all right, Evie?” Dr. Brunson asked, looking concerned.
“It’s just…so empty!” she replied. “I–I don’t understand; it makes me feel sad!”
“Huh…but you’re not in pain?”
Evie shook her head.
“All right. Then let’s continue.”
The researcher pressed a button, and the shaft pressed itself once again against Evie’s sex. Her eyes widened. It felt a lot bigger than it had been before, and as it pressed against her, it began to shove her backwards.
“Uh, Dr. Brunson?” Evie asked. “Is it supposed to do that?”
“Stop,” Dr. Brunson said. “Reset, and adjust lubricant levels up 25%.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
The shaft moved back, letting Evie slide back into position. While the researcher worked the controls, Dr. Brunson ran a couple of new straps over Evie’s shoulders.
“This may feel a little uncomfortable next time because you won’t be able to slide backwards,” he said. “If that’s the case, just raise your hand, and we’ll make some adjustments, okay?”
Evie nodded uncertainly, and the test started again. She felt the shaft pressing against her and grimaced. But just as she did, she felt something give, she spread open, and the shaft slipped inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the shaft was moving considerably faster this time than it had last time. She felt that same spreading feeling, that same feeling of her insides moving around, but much more intensely. She began to breathe heavily, feeling her heart speeding up.
“D–Dr. Brunson?” she said. “I–I feel a little light-headed.”
“That’s all right, Evie; it’s perfectly normal. These must be quite intense sensations you’re feeling! But we need you to stay awake for this so you can talk to us. Can you do that on your own, or would you like some help?”
Evie considered it. “Can you help?” she asked.
“Pause the test,” Dr. Brunson said, and the shaft stopped where it was, buried about two feet into Evie’s belly.
“This will help you stay awake,” the otter said as he brought a syringe over to Evie and injected her in the buttock. “You should feel more energetic in three, two one…”
Evie’s eyes opened wide, and she suddenly felt very alert.
“Better?”
Evie nodded.
“All right. Continue.”
The shaft recommenced boring into her. The drug she’d been injected with made the sensations even more intense, but she felt like she could easily stay awake through them now, somewhat basking in the intense, pleasant sensations.
The shaft came to a stop.
“Depth reached, Doctor.”
“Very good. Reset, and let’s go to 12.”
“12? Are you sure?”
“We’re only operating on assumptions, Jillian,” Dr. Brunson said. “Let’s test them. All the same, reduce the speed to 0.25. Also, max force, uh, let’s do 2-1/2.”
Jillian nodded and made the adjustments. The shaft pulled out of Evie and touched itself to her once more.
“Okay, go ahead,” the otter instructed.
The shaft extended again and began pressing against Evie’s whole sex. She grimaced as it began to push her slowly against her shoulder restraints. She was about to raise her hand when the shaft came to a stop with a clunking noise.
“Force reached, Doctor.”
“Good. Release.”
The shaft relaxed, leaving Evie feeling relieved as it quit shoving hard against her.
“Just as I expected,” Dr. Brunson said. “So, we can trust our assumptions, then: we cannot go any larger than her hips in their smallest dimension. Let’s log her max diameter as 11 cm for now, max depth 127 cm. We’ll give her a bit of a breather, and then we’ll do the reaction time test. Evie, I’d like for you to stretch out your arms and legs and then do a few jumping jacks, okay?”
Evie frowned but nodded, and as soon as Dr. Brunson turned her loose, she did as he requested.
“What are these for?” she asked.
“They’ll keep you from getting too tense,” he replied. “It’s a chance to give your whole body a bit of a workout, just enough to loosen everything up. That’s probably enough.”
Evie finished her jumping jacks and climbed back up onto the table.
“Okay, now, for this, we don’t want you seeing what’s going on because you might flinch or otherwise alter the results,” Dr. Brunson explained.
As he spoke, the other researchers were setting up a drape over Evie’s lower half, obscuring her view of the machine.
“We’re also going to give you these headphones so that you can’t hear the machine, either. We want it to be a complete surprise when it presses against you. You’ll still be able to hear me, just not the machine, okay?”
Evie nodded, and Dr. Brunson fitted the headphones over her ears.
“Can you hear me? Thumbs up for yes,” he said through the headphones.
Evie gave him a thumbs-up.
“Perfect. In that case, we’ll go ahead and get started.”
Evie felt even more nervous than before. She didn’t know what a “reaction time test” was, and it made her uneasy not being able to tell when that thing was going to come at her again.
She gasped, and her body lurched as the device suddenly pressed against her. She had very little time to react before it popped inside. Her eyes bulged, and she began panting very fast as she clamped down around it.
“Very good, Evie,” Dr. Brunson came over her headphones. “I know that’s a little scary, but I need you to relax, okay?”
Evie took some deep breaths and willed herself to do as asked, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t help feeling uptight, even as the shaft pulled out of her.
“It’s kind of startling, isn’t it, kiddo?” Dr. Brunson asked.
“Uh, huh,” Evie said.
“It’s kinda scary, not knowing what’s going to happen. I know. But what we’re doing is really important. It will let us—”
Evie stopped listening as the shaft shoved itself into her even faster this time. She’d relaxed at the sound of Dr. Brunson’s voice, and that was just the right moment for the machine to strike again.
“—and by gauging that, we can see what all you’re capable of. Evie, are you listening?”
“Uh…”
“Oh, it went again, didn’t it? I’m sorry. But, you’re doing great! We’ll be done in no time!”
This continued a few more times. Every time Evie relaxed, the machine launched itself into her with greater speed than the last time, and every time, her lips parted, and she felt the shaft invade her again. The first time was scary, but the more times it happened, the more aroused she found herself getting.
“The patient is self-lubricating, Doctor,” Jillian said.
“I see. Reduce supplementary lubrication to 0. This is a good segue, actually.” He turned his attention back to Evie. “I think that was probably one of the worst parts,” he said to her, patting her hand. “I was going to begin this test on your anus, but I think we’ll give you a bit of a break by doing something different. This test should feel very good, albeit a little strange.”
They removed the drape, and Evie could see herself and the machine once more. Dr. Brunson used a series of wipes to wipe off all the lubrication on her while Jillian did the same to the shaft.
“Okay, we’re about ready. Now, for this test, you may look at the shaft if you want, but I would encourage you to just focus on what you’re feeling instead. Let’s commence.”
The shaft began firmly and rhythmically tapping on her pussy, about twice per second, but every time it did, it seemed to stick against her labia. Evie grimaced: it kind of hurt when it did that. But her attention was quickly diverted as Dr. Brunson ran his fingers over her nipple and then inserted one into it. Her penis instantly got hard, and she hardly even noticed the shaft continuing to beat against her.
Until it slipped in and pressed itself all the way into her, that is. Evie gasped, and her body bucked in response.
“Ah, perfect!” Dr. Brunson said excitedly. “Yes, just as I expected: your body was growing more and more aroused as I pressed into your nipple, and your vagina began to lubricate itself. All it took was enough lubrication reaching the surface, and the shaft was able to push inside. That it was able to push all the way in is fascinating, though! I didn’t think you’d produce that much lubrication all at once! This is very exciting!”
He and the other researchers made some notes.
“Hmm,” he said suddenly.
He reached into a drawer and took out a swab and a test tube, then swabbed Evie’s vagina to collect some of her self-made lubricant. He put the swab in the test tube and handed it to one of the researchers, and then returned his attention to Evie.
“Okay, this next part may feel a…little weird,” he said. “It shouldn’t feel bad or as intense as some of the other tests, but we want to know how much you can stretch inside, and to do that, we’re going to fill you up and see how much you can hold. It will definitely be the fullest you’ve felt, but might feel really good!”
Evie nodded uncertainly as the machine was hooked up to a water hose.
“Priming, Doctor. Priming complete.”
“Excellent. Let’s get started. I think once we finish this, we’re going to call it a day. We have plenty more tests, but we don’t want to wear poor Evie out!”
Evie gave him a grateful look, and the shaft was pressed firmly against her pussy until it slipped inside.
“Go ahead and seal,” Dr. Brunson instructed, and the shaft began expanding.
Evie whimpered nervously as it began to swell inside of her, stretching her labia tight around it. Just as she started to cry out, the machine stopped.
“Seal complete.”
“Begin. Max pressure 25 cmH2O.”
Evie suddenly felt something warm streaming into her. It was strangely pleasant and soothing, like a slowly growing pool of happiness deep inside her. This continued for about a minute, and then, without warning, she felt full. She sighed contentedly, but to her dismay, the pressure kept increasing. She exhaled, suddenly feeling tired as she felt her organs once again moving around to make room.
“Oof,” she groaned, her eyelids feeling heavy.
“Poor girl. Here you go.”
She felt a prick in her buttock and then was wide awake. But unlike the last time this drug had been used to keep her awake, this time, being awake was unpleasant.
“What are you feeling?” Dr. Brunson asked.
“Ungh…really…full,” Evie replied.
“Pressure holding steady.”
“Hang in there; we’re almost done!”
Evie saw her stomach begin to pooch out, a little at first, but then quite a lot, as if she were pregnant. Even her skin began to feel stretched, and she squeezed her eyes closed in discomfort.
“Pressure reached.”
“Very good. Volume?”
“22.8 liters.”
“Wow…Wow! That’s over 50% more than we anticipated! Amazing! Okay, let her go. Poor girl’s got to feel the worst kind of bloated!”
Evie felt almost immediate relief as the shaft opened a valve and water began flooding out of her. She felt even more relieved when the shaft reduced itself in size and then slid out, too.
“Poor girl’s had quite a rough day!” Dr. Brunson said, patting her hand as he began to release her from her restraints. “What say we go have some cake to celebrate and give you the rest of the day off?”
Evie nodded, and Dr. Brunson helped her to sit up and then to her feet. Her birthday party was pleasant—all the other girls were there, but all of them seemed a little unsure about her now that she’d started “the test.” She told them it was kind of nice at times, kind of bad at times, but never too awful. She spent the rest of her day playing—she’d been excused from her studies for the duration of the test—and when she went to bed, she didn’t feel nearly as nervous as she had the night before.
“Time to get up, Evie,” Dr. Brunson told her the next morning. “Time for more testing!”
She followed him, bleary-eyed, to the exam room.
“Today, we’re going to do all the things we tested on your vulva yesterday on your anus instead,” Dr. Brunson said, “And time permitting, we’ll start on your mouth, too.”
The rest of the day did go much like the previous one. The shaft started out much smaller but ended up just as big as the one that went into her vulva. It entered her slowly, then fast, and filled her up until she felt like she was going to throw up. And, she discovered, even her anus would self-lubricate if she was turned on enough.
Things progressed so quickly with her anus that they were able to switch to her mouth before lunch, and that meant flipping Evie onto her stomach and propping her head up by her temples so that her jaw had free space to open and close and didn’t have to hold the weight of her head on top of it.
“All right, Evie, this might seem a little scary,” Dr. Brunson said. “I’m going to push as much of my arm into your mouth and down your throat as I can. You may feel like you want to throw up, and you probably won’t be able to breathe, but I want you to do your best to tough through it. If you can’t, that’s okay—we’ll at least see where we are—but do try to do your best, okay?”
Evie swallowed nervously but nodded.
“Good. Now, I want you to take a deep breath, let it out, and then take half of a deep breath and hold it.”
Evie did as told, and as soon as she started holding her breath, Dr. Brunson pushed two fingers into her mouth. But as he tried to press a third, her jaw just wouldn’t widen any further.
“Hmm, interesting,” he said, frowning. “Let’s try the machine. You can breathe easily now, Evie.”
The machine was brought forth with a different attachment on it. It looked much the same as the previous one, but while the other one was covered in purple rubber, this one was thinner, slightly curved, and covered in orange rubber.
“Okay, let’s try again,” he said, getting down on his knees and centering the tip of the shaft on Evie’s tongue.
The machine stroked forward, slowly advancing until it made the bend down Evie’s throat. She held her breath as the smooth rubber continued to press further into her, but her lungs were beginning to want more air. She tried her best to tough through it, but her lungs were getting insistent. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and inhaled.
She didn’t understand why she had to hold her breath at all; she could breathe just fine!
“Mm-hmm-mm-hmm?” she asked.
Dr. Brunson looked over and signaled for the test to pause.
“Evie, are you all right? Do you need to breathe?”
“Mm-hmm-mm-mm-hmm,” Evie replied, taking a breath.
Dr. Brunson’s eyes bulged. “Whoa!” he cried. “That’s very interesting! She can breathe even with it down her throat!” He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. “I wonder,” he said. He leaned over to Jillian and whispered something in her ear. “Do it,” he said.
Evie felt a tickling right where her mouth and her throat met. It made her grimace, but nothing else. The tickling moved up and down the shaft, but though it was somewhat annoying, that was the only reaction Evie had to it.
“Splendid! No gag reflex, and she can breathe indefinitely! It’s like the miracle cure for deep-throaters!”
The shaft retracted, and as soon as Evie could talk, she asked, “What’s a deep-throater?”
Dr. Brunson reddened and chuckled. “I’ll explain when you’re a bit older,” he said.
The rest of the testing went much like her other orifices, but fortunately, they opted not to perform the liquid capacity test—especially not right before lunch! Pleased with their progress but eager to finish, Dr. Brunson asked Evie if she thought she could keep going. She assented, and they tested her penis immediately after lunch.
To Evie, the penis trials were the worst of all. While everything that was done was the same as all the other tests, the stinging sensation just killed any kind of enjoyment for her. But Dr. Brunson was kind and did his best to get that part of the test done as quickly as he could. The only real pleasure she got was during the liquid capacity test. While her penis didn’t get much larger in diameter, the fluid that flowed into her went straight to her testes. Of course, any additional pressure there made her want to cum, so by the time the test was complete two full liters later and they finally let it out—the researchers were shocked that she could fit that much fluid into her pubescent scrotum—she felt like she was having the hardest orgasm she’d ever had.
They called it a day after that and gave Evie time to rest up and play a bit. The next morning, they started on her nipples. If her penis was the worst part, her nipples were the best part. Though she couldn’t hold a whole lot in her nipples—at least not yet—anything that went in—fingers, the shaft, or fluid—made her incredibly aroused. She even orgasmed during the liquid capacity test, much to the delight of everybody in the room.
The strangest test was her navel. She had never considered that anything could go into her belly-button, and she had never tried to put anything in there, especially while aroused. Despite being in close proximity to her stomach, though, her navel actually held the least of any part of her. Dr. Brunson couldn’t even get three fingers into her, and the shaft bottomed out after only three and a half inches, barely longer than the otter’s fingers.
After three solid days of testing, Evie was tired. She had had more things put into her than she cared to acknowledge, and the alternating arousal and discomfort were physically exhausting. She had to admit, she was really ready to get back to her usual routine. Dr. Brunson and the researchers, however, had different plans.
“Rise and shine, Evie!” the doctor said in a particularly chipper voice. “Time for new testing!”
Evie groaned. “More testing?” she asked.
“Yup, sorry kiddo, but you’ve still got several more tests to go. We should be done by the end of the week, though, and then you’re off the hook until next year!”
Evie sighed, got out of bed, and followed the doctor.
“I think you’re going to enjoy this next test,” he said as he led her to the lab. But instead of going into the usual exam room, they went into the adjacent room. Here there was a strange contraption that Evie couldn’t even begin to describe.
“Just step up here,” the doctor said, gesturing to a platform.
Metal straps stuck out of the platform with metal rings at the top of them. As soon as Evie was in position, the doctor fastened these rings around her thighs.
“These will help you to keep standing up,” he said.
“Keep standing up?” Evie asked.
“Yes. While I think you’ll really enjoy this test, it’s very physical, and you may feel like you need to lie down. But for the test to continue, we need you to keep standing, so that’s what these bands are for.”
He next fastened a metal belt around her waist and another around her chest, keeping her whole body from tipping over and allowing her to completely relax her legs and just kind of float in mid-air.
“There we go. Now that we’ve got you strapped in, let’s get you ready for the test!”
He went to a table and grabbed a strange-looking device with a wide, long tube on it. If Evie were older and exposed to such things, she might have compared it to a bong. The big tube was positioned over her penis and slid down its length. The doctor did something to it, and it latched on behind her knot, firmly attaching itself to her.
“All right. The test will begin now,” he said to the other researchers, his finger on a switch. “Start timing…now.”
He flipped the switch, and Jillian started a stopwatch. The device began rhythmically sucking on Evie’s cock and releasing her. She gasped and writhed as she grew rock-hard, her erection lifting the device off the ground. But what was even more intense was the quickly growing sensation Evie felt in her balls. After only three cycles of the machine suckling her, she felt them contract, and she groaned aloud as the tube flooded with white, watery semen.
“Time?” Dr. Brunson asked.
“Fourteen seconds,” Jillian replied, and Dr. Brunson wrote it down. “Should we stop?” Jillian asked.
“No,” Dr. Brunson replied. “We need to test her refractory period. What’s her volume, Sam?”
“About 230 mL, Doc,” Sam replied.
“Wow! Her first time and already producing that much! Get it to the lab so we can check sperm motility and morphology. I figure she’s probably too young, but she’s surprised us before.”
Now that she’d gotten off, Evie’s cock felt very sensitive, and the apparatus that kept sucking started to feel really intense. She grimaced, gritting her teeth in discomfort as her penis drooped and would have dropped the apparatus if it weren’t locked on. But the pain only lasted a few moments before subsiding. She let out an exhausted breath, grateful to be supported by the braces, and then felt herself becoming aroused again.
“Oh, my goodness! Already?” Dr. Brunson gasped. “Time?”
“Three minutes, ten seconds.”
“Wow, she is really fast!”
But this orgasm took a little longer to develop. Evie could feel her arousal growing with each stroke of the device, but it was like her orgasm was teasing her this time. Even as she felt like she desperately needed to get off, the stroke of the machine wasn’t quite doing it. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her body shivered and shook against the restraints in anticipation, but it would be a full two minutes before she finally ejaculated again. Her body jerked hard against the braces, and her eyes bulged as she screamed and came, flooding the tube with another load of runny semen.
“Time?”
“Five minutes, thirteen seconds.”
“Volume?”
“205 CCs.”
“Hmm, about a ten percent decrease. Interesting.”
“Should we stop?”
“No, now we need to test her overall production.”
The test continued for hours. Sweat poured down Evie’s body by the time she was done, but she had managed to produce an average of one orgasm every six minutes for four hours straight. The test only stopped when her final ejaculate volume was only about 5 mL.
“Are you all right?” Dr. Brunson asked as he helped her down.
“Water?” Evie asked, her mouth parched from all the crying out and sweating.
“Of course!” Dr. Brunson said, quickly holding a bottle of water up for her to drink from.
She was so exhausted that he had to carry her into the bathroom and wash all the sweat out of her fur before putting her to bed.
“She was severely dehydrated,” he said to the other researchers. “We must remember to keep her hydrated during the test! Hmm…”—he stroked his chin—“I wonder if that was what caused her output to drop so low. Had we kept her hydrated, perhaps she might have been able to continue.” He shook his head. “We’ll save it for another day. The poor girl is completely worn out!”
They let Evie sleep the whole next day, and then Dr. Brunson woke her the day after that.
“Time to get up, kiddo,” he said. “Your last test begins today.”
Groggy from sleeping for a day and a half, Evie yawned and followed him.
“This next test will be short—or, at least, the prep for it will be. The test itself will last a few days, but we’re going to let you just do what you would normally do after we’ve finished the prep work. Right after this, I want you to go eat a good breakfast. I suspect you’ll need it.”
He led her to yet another room. They stepped inside, and Evie gasped. There was a glass aquarium sitting on a table with a guinea pig in it. Evie cocked her head curiously.
“What’s that for?” she inquired. Brightening, she asked, “Is that a birthday present?”
Dr. Brunson chuckled. “No, I’m afraid not. There is something interesting that we’ve noticed about every fluid you’ve produced—milk, semen, lubricant, everything—and that is that they all seem to contain this unusual protein we’ve never seen before. It’s taken us a while since we first isolated it in your milk, but we think we’ve finally determined that it has some kind of healing properties. However, when we try to use it—feeding an injured animal your milk or semen, for example—we find that the protein is quickly stripped out of the fluid. While what is left is still nutritious, it lacks that healing protein. We have hypothesized that perhaps if you were to hold onto the animal inside of you, your body might be able to replenish the protein the injured animal absorbs and thereby heal it. The guinea pig in front of you has a broken leg. See how she limps? We’re going to put her inside of you and see what happens. It may be fast, or it may be slow. We’ll be checking every few hours at first, but then we’ll start checking every day to see what happens. For now, though, let’s get her put inside.”
Evie’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you mean she’s going to be inside of me?” she asked incredulously.
“That’s right! She’ll live inside of you until she’s healed or until we determine that she’s not going to heal.”
“Will it hurt her?” Evie asked nervously.
“We don’t know. But rest assured, if we think she’s suffering, we will put a stop to the experiment, okay?”
Evie nodded uncertainly, and Dr. Brunson guided her to an exam table.
“We’ve noticed that you produce the most fluids inside your vagina. The second-most are in your ejaculate, and everything else falls off precipitously after that: your anus and navel produce almost nothing, and though your mammary glands make lots of milk, it does not make its way down into your breasts when we push things into them. Since you would surely digest her if you ate her, we can’t very well put her down your throat. Therefore,” he said as he aimed the shaft at her vagina, “We’ll use your uterus as our first test.”
He stepped over to the cage, gently picked up the guinea pig, and then lowered her into a glass tube much like the ones banks use for far-away drive-throughs. It was a snug fit, and the guinea pig had barely any space to move. The doctor carried the tube over to the shaft and fitted it on the end.
“Since walking is going to be difficult for her, we’re going to give her a bit of a boost,” he said as he nodded to Jillian. “The shaft will open you up, and then she’ll be pushed out as gently as possible once inside. That way, she won’t have to crawl all the way up inside you.”
Jillian adjusted the machine, and it pressed against Evie’s sex. The idea of a living creature crawling around inside of her made Evie shudder, but since she was strapped in and wanted to be a big girl, she wasn’t going to protest now. Dr. Brunson nodded to Jillian again, and she pressed a button. The shaft pressed against Evie’s pussy and pushed the tip of itself inside, slowly conveying its live passenger deep into Evie’s womb.
“Depth?”
“About one meter, Doctor.”
“Perfect. We’ll stop there.”
The shaft came to a stop, and the researchers all turned their attention to a TV screen. Evie looked over, curious to see what they were seeing. On the monitor, a light clicked on and the camera adjusted to focus on the guinea pig’s backside. Switching views, they could see the vascular tissue inside Evie’s uterus and the blunt nose of the glass tube.
“Go ahead and deposit her,” Dr. Brunson said.
Jillian pressed a button, and the nose of the tube opened up. The guinea pig scrambled backwards away from the movement, but there was little space for escape. Jillian pressed another button, and the glass began to retract. The guinea pig’s feet couldn’t get a grip as the glass slid away under it. The walls of Evie’s uterus closed in, engulfing the guinea pig’s face, then body, and finally backside, and then she disappeared from sight behind a wall of tissue.
Evie shuddered. It was a surreal feeling, having something moving around inside of her. But as the guinea pig moved, she felt herself growing aroused once more. She began to feel a little light-headed, and then she orgasmed. She didn’t cum, but she did feel the wave of euphoria wash over her.
“Doctor, the pressure in her uterus just spiked,” Jillian said.
“Very interesting,” the otter replied, stroking his chin. “I’m tempted to get a visual, but I think we’d better not for this test. We can try it on the next one. Sam, let’s do go ahead and get an ultrasound, though.”
Sam nodded, smeared gel on Evie’s stomach, and then held the transducer against her skin as he looked for the guinea pig.
“Huh, that’s strange,” he said. “She should be right around here, but…”
The others looked on with confused looks on their faces.
“Evie,” Dr. Brunson asked, “Do you still feel her moving inside of you?”
Evie pursed her lips and then slowly shook her head.
“No,” she said. “Now that I think about it, she stopped moving when I, um…”
“Orgasmed?”
“Uh, huh.”
“It’s not a dirty word, Evie,” Dr. Brunson chided. “Say it with me: orgasm.”
“Orgasm,” Evie said, blushing.
“Very good. It’s a wonderful, wonderful thing to do, and we shouldn’t treat it as a bad word. Now, you said that she stopped moving after you orgasmed?”
Evie nodded.
“Strange, very strange,” Dr. Brunson said. He pursed his lips. “I’m going in after her,” he said.
“What?!” the other researchers chorused.
“I’ll reach in and see if I can feel her. That’s…terribly odd; she didn’t just disappear!”
He donned one of his long gloves, squirted some lubricant on it, and then gently pressed between Evie’s labia. He slid in easily, but though he went all the way up inside of her and could touch the back wall of her uterus, there was no sign of the guinea pig.
“Incredible!” he said. “Just…incredible!”
He cupped his hand and pulled it out. Jillian held out a bag to catch the fluids that he scooped out of Evie’s vagina.
“Well, that was a bust,” he said, shaking his head. He looked at the other researchers. “Should we do it again?”
“We don’t have any more injured animals,” Sam replied, “But we could at least see if she does it again.”
“It would also be an opportunity to test how to get them to go in voluntarily,” Jillian added.
Dr. Brunson nodded. “Yes, I agree,” he said. “Sorry, kiddo,” he said, ruffling Evie’s hair, “Looks like we need to try again.”
Sam disappeared to grab another animal while Dr. Brunson and Jillian prepared Evie by sliding her backwards to give some space on the exam table to stage the animal, tilting her backwards a little, and inserting an arch-shaped support deep into her vagina that spread it open while giving a flat surface on the bottom for the animal to walk on.
“Here we go,” Sam said as he returned carrying a rat.
“Ah, yes, that should do fine,” Dr. Brunson said.
They put the rat down on the table. Evie couldn’t see it, but she could hear it squeaking and could occasionally feel its whiskers or tail graze against her buttocks and inner thighs.
“Okay, now a little bait,” Jillian said, tying a string to a tiny piece of cheese and dangling it in front of the tunnel. The rat instantly went for it, and Jillian let the cheese fall most of the way into Evie. As soon as the rat went after it, Sam pulled the arch out of Evie, and the rat was captured.
Evie’s eyes bulged. The rat was much more energetic than the guinea pig had been, and within seconds, she felt herself growing aroused.
“Let’s get eyes on it quickly,” Dr. Brunson said. “I want to see when it disappears.”
While Evie’s body wracked with pre-orgasms, Sam quickly got the ultrasound going. The three of them could clearly make out the rat’s body and could see him moving about.
“Ohh—oh!” Evie cried, attracting Dr. Brunson’s attention.
He turned to see her body double over in orgasm. Once again, she didn’t cum, but a huge wave of euphoria washed over her, leaving her body limp.
“Holy shit, it’s gone!” Sam said.
“Language, Sam! There are children present!” Jillian protested.
“Oh, right, sorry.”
“Let me see,” Dr. Brunson said, looking at the monitor. He stared in disbelief. “Do we have this recorded?”  he asked.
“Yeah, we should,” Sam replied.
“Let’s review the recording,” Dr. Brunson said. “In the meantime, this poor girl’s had enough. Let’s give her a year to recover, and then we’ll plan to do it again next year.”
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The initial results were very promising, and every year for the next several years, they repeated the tests. It didn’t take long for the researchers to realize that it was the act of orgasming that caused the animals to disappear, and based on the presence of guinea pig DNA in the sample Dr. Brunson took from Evie’s womb, it appeared that she had absorbed them, leaving only the scantest traces of their presence. Dr. Brunson tasked Evie with learning to take things into herself, no matter how arousing, without getting off.
They noted, too, that she wasn’t able to absorb non-living objects, so they gave her a few ben-wa balls to let her practice taking into herself and then pushing out. As she got to where she could take a certain size without orgasming, they gave her bigger ones to try. Between that and her body naturally growing, she progressed from taking balls only about two inches in diameter to balls five inches in diameter by the end of her twelfth year. Unfortunately, the novelty and excitable movements of the hare that she took at her 12th birthday pushed her over the edge quickly. She tried again with a small pig, but the result was much the same.
In the meantime, Dr. Brunson and the other researchers identified that her lack of knowledge of her own anatomy hindered her ability to describe in detail what she felt. They therefore set to work teaching her all about herself in addition to her regular studies. Incredibly bright, Evie picked up on it well, and by the time she was 14, she was fully conversant with even Dr. Brunson, who had attended eight years of higher education plus four years of med school and also had twenty years of research under his belt. The result was that during her 14th birthday, she was able to describe exactly where it felt like her womb was pushing when she inflated and how by rotating his hand and pressing superiorly, Dr. Brunson could get more of his arm into Evie’s navel.
Age 16 was a big year for Evie. About a week after her birthday—right after all the testing completed—she embarked on a massive growth spurt, shooting up three feet in a year. She started the year out about five feet six inches tall and able to take the shaft at 13 inches. By her 17th birthday, she was over 8 feet tall and able to take the shaft at a whopping 20 inches. This allowed the team to study the effect of putting much larger animals inside her. They even did a study to see whether the size of the animal affected how fast it was absorbed after Evie orgasmed. To their surprise, there was very little difference; it was as if her body gauged the size of the creature inside of it and adjusted itself accordingly. The researchers found that however her body did it, it extracted the nutrients out of the animals she absorbed. For part of her 17th year, they tried putting her on a diet strictly of animals absorbed through her orifices, but after a couple of weeks, she complained that she missed being able to taste things, and Dr. Brunson—the softy he was—relented after determining that she could, in fact, obtain a balanced diet doing that if she had to.
Besides her growth spurt, Evie had a tumultuous 16th year. After collecting her semen samples for years, the researchers finally concluded that she was, in fact, sterile. While she was able to produce copious amounts of semen—enough to fill a hot tub on a single orgasm, and she was still able to orgasm over and over as long as she didn’t get dehydrated—her gametes had the wrong number of chromosomes. Dr. Brunson was kind as he imparted the information, but he said that it was likely more due to her mixed lineage—her mother being a lion and her father a tiger—than as a result of the drugs. Worse yet, while traces of animal DNA had been found in her vagina after absorption, when she tried absorbing them via her penis—a terribly uncomfortable experience as it was—the residual DNA was not transmitted with her ejaculate, meaning that there was no hope of giving her a penile suppository that could enable her to impregnate someone through sex. On top of all that, for some reason, the size of her sperm cells increased massively, so large that individual sperm cells could be viewed under a simple magnifying glass—far too large to bond with an ovum.
But while that was bad news that left Evie sad for a few days, age 16 was also a very good year.
“That’s it, Evie! Good girl; just take your time. I know he’s big,” Dr. Brunson said encouragingly.
Evie panted, sweat pouring down her face as a small capybara pushed its way inside of her, seeking some grapes that Evie had pulled up inside herself as bait. Half the capybara was already inside of her, but his butt was still hanging out, and his claws felt rather uncomfortable as he tried to use her labia to gain purchase and drive himself inside. With a sudden, hard kick, he plunged inside, making Evie groan in a mixture of arousal and exhaustion.
“Think unsexy thoughts,” Dr. Brunson said half-jokingly. “Remember: we’re trying very hard to see what happens if you can keep one inside you for an extended period!”
“How am I supposed to help it if every kick and step he takes causes my body to convert L-arginine into nitric oxide, dilate my blood vessels, and put me right on edge?” Evie protested.
“For one thing, you can quit talking biochemistry,” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “You always get hard when you do!”
Evie blushed. It was true: she had quite a knack for it even at her youngish age, and it always seemed to excite her. She focused hard on relaxing and ignoring the sensations, taking slow, deep breaths with her eyes closed. After a few minutes of breathing very carefully, she finally opened her eyes.
“Okay,” she said softly. “I think…I think I’m okay now.”
The researchers held their breath as Dr. Brunson gently helped Evie to her feet.
“Easy…nice and slow,” he said as she stood. “Don’t want to excite it now.”
Evie nodded, then grimaced.
“He’s really heavy,” she said.
“It’s good that you’ve been practicing with those balls,” Dr. Brunson said. “That should help you keep him inside of you. Now, I want you to slowly walk around the room and then come and lie on the exam table again.”
Evie nodded and shuffled forward. It felt weird having so much weight inside her all of a sudden, but she found that if she leaned forward just a little bit, the weight would shift, making her feel less worried that the capybara would fall right back out of her. She made it around the room without incident and then lay back on the exam table with help from Dr. Brunson.
“Let’s have a look, Sam,” he said.
Sam got the ultrasound going and displayed it on the monitor.
“There’s his head,” Dr. Brunson said, pointing, “And there’s his butt. Doing okay, Evie?”
“Uh, huh,” Evie replied, peering at the monitor inquisitively. “I think he stopped moving, though.”
The scientists looked carefully at the ultrasound.
“No, he’s still breathing, albeit faintly,” Jillian said, pointing, much to everybody’s relief.
They observed the capybara a little longer, and then Dr. Brunson said to Evie, “All right. Now, I want you to push him back out. This part might be a little difficult, but for us to do our healing experiments, we need to be able to get the test subjects out after healing them.”
Evie bit her lip. “Okay,” she said nervously.
She squeezed her eyes closed and pushed. She could feel herself lubricating and could feel the capybara inside her beginning to shift. Dr. Brunson held her hand, and she pushed again, a little harder this time. She felt the capybara shift noticeably towards her opening. Sam got down between her legs with a flashlight.
“I can see his butt,” he said. “Give it another push, and I’ll help him out!”
Evie gritted her teeth, let out a yell, and pushed for all she was worth. The capybara’s butt slid out of her, and Sam grabbed him and pulled him the rest of the way out. Evie panted hoarsely, sweat pouring down her face.
“Well done, Evie!” Dr. Brunson said, clapping her on the shoulders. “That’s a first! This is a great achievement!”
Evie nodded, grinning dazedly.
“So, when do I get to heal something?” she asked at last after catching her breath.
Dr. Brunson looked at her in surprise. “I thought we’d let you recover for a day or two first,” he said.
Evie looked up at him. “As long as I don’t have to push it out, I think I could go for a day or so,” she said.
Dr. Brunson and his colleagues discussed it amongst themselves, and then Sam disappeared into the back.
“All right,” the otter said, “If you think you’re ready, we’ll give it a shot. Your timing is good, as it turns out.”
Sam walked in carrying a young coyote.
“This coyote pup was born with an inoperable tumor behind his eye. It was originally very fast-growing, and he had only a few days to live. We have been giving him some of the protein we isolated from your semen and milk samples. Although it slowed the growth of the tumor, it is still growing slowly. We think that if he can stay inside of you, it may completely stop or even reverse the tumor’s growth,” Dr. Brunson said as Sam put the pup on the table in front of Evie and petted him to relax him. “The good thing about the tumor is that we’ll be able to see and monitor it through an X-ray, which means that he can stay in you as long as you can hold him; we won’t have to put him in and take him out over and over again. What do you say? Are you ready to try healing him?”
Evie swallowed and reached forward to let the coyote lick her hand. Reaching back behind his ears, she began scratching and then gasped as she felt a lump.
“My gosh,” she said. “It—it’s huge!”
Dr. Brunson nodded gravely. “I want to warn you upfront, Evie: he might not make it, even if he’s inside of you. Whatever happens, I don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault, okay? This is just a test, and giving him a chance inside of you is much better than he would have had in the wild.”
Evie swallowed and nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said. “If I’m his best hope, then let’s do it.”
She lay back, and Dr. Brunson took a small slab of meat, grabbed it with some pincers attached to a long pole, and dangled it in front of the coyote’s face. The coyote sniffed and then snapped at it eagerly. With the skill of someone who had done it many times, Dr. Brunson slid the meat into Evie’s vagina, and the coyote quickly dove in after it. Sliding more quickly, Dr. Brunson deposited the meat deep inside Evie’s womb, and the coyote crawled in after it. Evie gritted her teeth and did her best not to get turned on by the sensations inside her despite how intense and pleasurable they felt. Sam got the ultrasound positioned right away, and they all watched as the coyote chewed the meat, swallowed, and then yawned and lay on his side.
“Was that meat drugged?” Evie asked.
Dr. Brunson shook his head. “No. It’s something we’ve seen all of the test subjects do once they get inside. None of them seem alarmed in the slightest, and all seem to go to sleep very quickly. Of course, most get absorbed immediately thereafter, so it’s very interesting to see that it also seems to happen to the ones you’re holding onto.”
Evie nodded, then lay back and took some deep breaths. As the coyote pup went still, Evie found it was easier to relax and just rest.
“Okay, Evie. Given we expect that this will be very physically demanding for you, we’re going to let you rest next door in a more comfortable bed where we can monitor you regularly.”
Evie nodded and got slowly to her feet. The researchers followed her next door, and Dr. Brunson tucked her in.
“You’re doing great, kiddo,” he said, stroking her forehead affectionately. “I–we’re all very proud of you.”
Sam and Jillian nodded agreement, and Evie smiled and nodded. She dozed off shortly thereafter.
She kept the coyote in her womb for a week, during which time she was given lots of fluids and food to help her body keep producing the life-giving proteins. Periodic samples drawn from her womb revealed that her body was actually replenishing her supply, and was, in fact, producing more of the protein than was usually found. Over the course of the week, daily X-rays showed the tumor reducing from nearly 10 cm on the first day to 5 the second day, 2 the third day, 1 the fourth day, and gone the fifth day. Intriguingly, the coyote pup’s body rotated on the sixth day to go head-first out of her. They kept him inside for a few more days just for good measure—and to see if Evie could continue to do it—and then they had her push him out.
After a lot of agonized straining, the pup slid out. His first breaths were a bit panicked, but as soon as he cleared his lungs of Evie’s vaginal fluids, he began to wag his tail and ask to play. Evie giggled excitedly and petted him before the researchers hauled him back to the lab for analysis.
“It’s uncanny,” Dr. Brunson said when the results came back. “You remember the eye that had the tumor behind it, right?”
“His right one,” Evie replied.
“Right. Well, have a close look at his right eye. What do you notice?” the otter asked, handing her some photographs of both eyes.
Evie looked at one then the other, then gasped. “They’re different colors!” she said. “His left eye is gold, but his right eye is—”
“Purple, just like yours,” Dr. Brunson replied, nodding. “We took a small tissue sample from him, and it seems it is in fact your DNA in his eye.” He shook his head. “We have no idea how you did it, but it seems like you gave him some of yourself in order to heal him.”
Evie sat there, stunned.
“We’re going to take a sample from you, as well, to see what imprint he left.”
Evie lifted up her covers and spread her legs. After the last four years of being poked and prodded, it was just second nature to her to have Dr. Brunson poking some instrument up into her for a sample. She grimaced, though, as the instrument he used seemed to have some kind of claws or coarse brushes on it that scraped her a bit uncomfortably. He disappeared and returned promptly.
“It seems that he did leave a mark on you, too,” the otter said. “We found traces of metastasized coyote DNA in your uterus.” Evie’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything, he continued. “Not to worry: like all other cancers, it is not contagious. In fact, we had difficulty even isolating the DNA because traces of those unique proteins your body makes were actively attacking it!”
Evie frowned thoughtfully. “It will be very interesting to see what the specific pathways are by which this protein excises and treats the tumor,” she said. “Hmm…I wonder if the proteins only act aggressively like that, or if they could also heal in other ways, such as treating a broken bone?”
Dr. Brunson beamed. “I dunno how we lucked into having such a smart, curious test subject as you, but I thank my lucky stars!”, he said, ruffling her hair. “You’ve got a scientist’s mind—”
“And a doctor’s mouth!” Sam interjected, eliciting a laugh from everybody.
“—and I look forward to discovering the answers to those and many more questions with you,” Dr. Brunson finished.
*************
A year later, it was time for Evie’s 17-year test, and given it was the last one she would perform before legally becoming an adult and reaching the end of her test period, the researchers went all-out. They performed every test they could think of, spreading every orifice, flooding her insides to see how much she’d stretch, measuring her semen output, and testing her refractory period.
The shaft they had been using wasn’t big enough, so they prepared a new one weeks in advance. The new one was only barely big enough: it stretched to a whopping 60 cm before Evie could take no more, and over 250 cm of it had been inserted into her before it bottomed out. Of course, that was nothing in comparison to her stretched volume: her vagina held over 900 liters as her whole body inflated into a roughly spherical shape—much to the amusement of the researchers and the sexual delight of Evie.
And she produced even more than she could take. The researchers still weren’t able to figure out how. She produced close to 1200 liters of semen in a single, sustained 30-minute orgasm when properly hydrated and nourished—enough to fill a 6-person hot tub—but her body wasn’t big enough to hold that much semen! They realized that she had to be producing it on demand, but how her organs were able to suck that many nutrients from her body and produce so much volume was still a complete mystery. Admittedly, it wasn’t sustainable: after two days of nonstop orgasms, Evie was able to produce “only” 8000 liters of semen before her body simply couldn’t continue. She lost several pounds of weight during the ordeal, a testament to the fact that the researchers couldn’t figure out how to give her sufficient food and water at a fast-enough rate to keep up with her body.
But the last test the researchers performed was the one that had them by far the most excited: they had searched high and low, but they finally found the perfect ancillary test subject: a fur whose fantasy was to die by vaginal vore. Despite his advanced age, Dr. Brunson just couldn’t help bouncing up and down as he instructed Evie to lie on an oversized mattress brought in specifically for the occasion.
“All right, Mr. Wilkerson, we’re ready for you,” Sam said, opening the door.
Evie looked up between her spread legs and gasped in surprise to see a ram walk in. He was completely naked and probably in his late 50s, evidenced by the wiry, graying hair on his muzzle. Sam followed him in and closed the door behind him.
“Now, are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Wilkerson?” Dr. Brunson asked, turning to the naked sheep. “It’s not too late to back out now, but it will be once you’re inside. This test will be…terminal.”
The sheep looked at him, at Sam, and then at Evie. Without saying anything, he stepped up to the bed. Evie looked at him quizzically, still not sure what was going on. As he felt of her labia, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from both Evie and himself, a smile came over the sheep’s face.
“This is for real, isn’t it?” he asked, turning his back to Evie to face the researchers, his smile spreading into a broad grin and his eyes lighting up with excitement. “This isn’t just some animatronic gizmo; you’ve actually got a real girl in here!”
He turned to face Evie again, and her eyes bulged at seeing him completely erect, his penis throbbing so hard that it looked painful.
“It’s the real thing,” Dr. Brunson said. “As we discussed over the phone, we will apply a series of sensors to your head and chest, and then it will be up to you to crawl inside of Evie here. We’ll monitor your brain and heart waves to see how your body reacts. But, Mr. Wilkerson,” he said gravely, stepping forward and putting his hand on the sheep’s shoulder, “This will be the end of your life. A ram like yourself probably has another twenty-five, maybe thirty-five years or more to live. Do you really want to give that all up?”
The ram looked back at him and cocked his head. “Young man,” he said, “For nearly six decades I have walked this earth, and for over five of those, I have known that this was what I wanted. But I wanted it to be real. Yours is not the first experiment I signed up to do, but all of the others used some form of inorganic matter—one was even so crass as to use cardboard with silicone for the vaginal walls. It’s not the same. Yes, I have considered time and time again whether it was worth it. But I have no family, no offspring to watch grow up. I have no pets, no wife, no siblings, and my parents died years ago.” He winced. “And with my scoliosis degenerating more and more every year, dying now would be a coup de grâce, saving me—how did you put it—twenty-five, maybe thirty-five years of pain. Do you realize I used to be a full foot taller?”
Only then did Evie note with astonishment that the ram’s hips were terribly twisted. He had seemed to walk normally enough as he came in, but Evie realized that he must have been compensating severely for his ailment.
“Tell me, Dr. Brunson, if you had the opportunity to spare yourself half your lifetime again of pain and progressive degeneration, and if you were able to do so while engaging in your life-long fantasy, would you do it?”
Dr. Brunson pursed his lips thoughtfully. “When you put it that way, Mr. Wilkerson, I can see what you  mean. I am not in your position, and I am not meaning to discourage you—after all, it’s in our best interests for you to continue with the experiment—but we do want to be sure that you are certain that this is what you want since there will be no going back. Therefore, I must impress once more, Mr. Wilkerson. Are you certain this is what you want? You will die as a result of it.”
The sheep turned to look back at Evie and her lightly glistening vulva, smiled to himself, turned back to face the researchers, and nodded.
“I’m absolutely certain,” he said. “One hundred percent.”
Dr. Brunson and the other researchers exchanged glances, and then Jillian held up a clipboard with a form.
“In that case, Mr. Wilkerson, please sign and date this release. You do have a will filled out and your affairs in order?”
The ram took the pen from Jillian and signed and dated the release. “My will’s probably older than you are,” he chuckled, “But it’s still relevant. I’ve already told my friends about it. They think I’m crazy, but they all know how much it means to me.”
“Is there someone you’d like us to contact after it’s over?” Jillian asked, “To let them know you’ve gone?”
The old sheep pursed his lips. “Yes,” he said thoughtfully. “Bryson. Here’s his number. When I go, tell him I was living the dream—my dream.”
Jillian nodded and stepped away as Sam moved in close with some wool shears.
“All right, then, Mr. Wilkerson. Thank you for volunteering to do this,” he said. “I’ll try to leave as much of your wool in place as possible, but we have to have good contact for the sensors.”
The ram smiled and shook his head. “And to think I thought the last time I’d get sheared was when I left the Army nearly 20 years ago,” he chuckled.
Sam made short work of shearing just the places where the EKG and EEG leads needed to go—an upward-slanting strip along his chest and a complete shearing of the ram’s head—and then began placing the leads. Jillian joined in to help speed up the painstaking process. 266 electrodes later, the sheep looked like something out of a science fiction movie.
“Let’s do a few quick checks of the electrodes,” Dr. Brunson said. He glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry this is boring, Evie—we’ll be with you shortly.”
“Au contraire!” Evie said excitedly, “This is all really neat! I never knew you needed so many wires!”
“That’s my girl,” Dr. Brunson chuckled. “All right, let’s see,” he said as he clicked on a couple of monitors. “Yes, there’s your heart activity. Looks like electrode V4 might be out of whack. Sam, would you…?”
Sam went and adjusted the lead above the sheep’s nipple, and the signal cleared up on the monitor.
“Excellent. How about the EEG?” Dr. Brunson looked at the readout and nodded. “Looks good,” he said at last. “How do you feel?”
“Excited. A bit nervous,” Mr. Wilkerson replied.
“I can see that,” Dr. Brunson said, looking at a frequency-spectrum analysis readout of the sheep’s EEG waves. “Fascinating subject, neuroscience. But I’m sorry; I digress. Are you ready?”
The sheep nodded, and Dr. Brunson stepped over to escort him by the shoulder up to Evie.
“Are you ready, Evie?” the otter asked.
Evie swallowed and nodded nervously.
“Just think unsexy thoughts, at least at first,” Dr. Brunson said. In response to a quizzical look from Mr. Wilkerson, he explained, “We want to make sure you stay alive until you’re completely inside and your readings have a chance to stabilize. The purpose of this experiment is to see what you feel as you are absorbed.
“He’s nervous, Doctor,” Jillian said as she observed the readout. “Never mind, back to excited.”
“Thank you, Jillian, but let’s wait until he gets inside for any more status updates,” Dr. Brunson chuckled.
“So, that thing can tell you how I’m feeling?” Mr. Wilkerson asked. “How does it know?”
“It’s a complicated bit of information, but to summarize, we look at the frequency of your brain waves, classify them into a number of different frequency ranges, and then look at how strong each frequency is. Just as a violin is differentiable from a flute based on which frequencies are present in the sound it makes, your emotions are differentiable based on which frequencies of brain waves are strongest. Each emotion has its own signature, and the machine over there tells us which signatures are strongest.”
He glanced at the machine. “Case in point, right now you’re feeling mostly satisfied, a little surprised, and a little bit joyful, which I will take to mean that this was an interesting lesson. But,” he said, glancing at the meter again, “My telling you that induced a bit of fear, a little bit of anger, a little bit of surprise, and dulled the joyful and satisfied feeling, not unsurprising since it seems like the machine is invading your privacy.”
“Wow,” Evie breathed.
Dr. Brunson glanced over. “Oh, my dear, I’m very sorry,” he said. “You know us researchers—science fascinates us,” he added ruefully. Glancing at the sheep, he asked again, “Ready?”
“He’s exasperated and impatient, Doctor. And aroused.”
Mr. Wilkerson blushed.
“Yes, ah, very well,” Dr. Brunson said. “All right, then, Mr. Wilkerson, if you will just step up to Evie here, like so, yes. Now, at your own pace, just, er, crawl inside.”
Dr. Brunson took a step back to stand next to the other researchers, watching intently. The sheep looked over his shoulder at the researchers, who nodded encouragingly. He turned his attention to Evie.
“Um, hi,” he said. “We haven’t met, but, uh… I’m John, and, I–I’m looking forward to being inside of you. No, that came out wrong; I…” he trailed off, embarrassed.
Evie reddened and forced a laugh. “I’m, uh, Evie. I know what you meant, but…are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “I–I’ve never had a person inside of me before.”
“Popping both our cherries, huh, Evie?” John asked. “But yes, this is something I’ve wanted to do much longer than you’ve been alive. I didn’t want to do it when I was younger, but now, seeing you here, I know this is what I want, if you’ll have me.”
Evie blinked, taken aback. “If I’ll have you?” she asked.
“Well, of course,” John replied. “I would not force my penis inside of you—that would be rape—and I won’t force the rest of myself inside you. That would be…well, I don’t know…but something worse.”
“Trespassing,” Sam piped up, eliciting a burst of nervous laughter from everyone.
John looked at Evie, and Evie looked back at him. The sheep took a breath.
“Well, Evie, before this gets awkward, I’d better”—he made an upward flicking motion of his wrist—“pop inside.”
Evie nodded, tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry for me, dear Evie,” John said, patting her immense inner thigh, “Unless they’re tears of joy!”
With that, he took a deep breath, ducked down, used both his arms to spread Evie’s labia, and pushed inside.
“His head is in, Doctor. Heart rate slightly elevated.”
Evie took some slow, deep breaths as she felt the sheep press forward, his shoulders spreading her open. Though not painful per se, the feeling she experienced as the sheep pressed inside, his wool and the irregular bumps of his shoulders, wrists, and hips rubbing against her walls, was very intense. Evie’s eyes widened, and she breathed harder and harder as more of the sheep slid into her.
“Heart rate 145, Doctor.”
“Is that fear or excitement?”
“A bit of both.”
“Very good. Carry on.”
Evie began to vocalize, sweat beading on her forehead as she fought against the urge to orgasm.
“Hang in there, Evie; it’s just his hooves left,” Jillian called out encouragingly.
Evie panted and whimpered, her belly stretching immensely, and then suddenly, the intense feelings at her vulva stopped. Mr. Wilkerson was completely inside of her. The liger let out a few slow, deliberate breaths through clenched teeth as she willed herself to relax. She could feel the sheep moving around inside of her.
“His heart rate just peaked, doctor. I believe he may have orgasmed based on the intense euphoria he just experienced.”
“Horny old goat,” Dr. Brunson chuckled.
“Sheep, sir.”
“You know what I meant. How is he now?”
“He appears to be breathing fine. His heart rate has dropped to normal, and the strongest emotion he’s experiencing now seems to be a combination of protected, satisfied, and unconcerned.”
“Not joyful?”
“No, his alpha waves are too strong. It looks like he’s feeling very relaxed.”
“Oh!” Sam said, snapping his fingers. “Uh, the—shoot—the–the thing, the experiment…with the babies…”
The other researchers looked at him expectantly. His outburst was enough even to provide a much-needed distraction to Evie from her arousal. She looked at him, fumbling for words, and then she gasped.
“Oh! The study on infants’ brainwaves as their mothers held them,” she blurted.
Sam pointed both fingers at her. “Yes! That! Thank you!” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Mr. Wilkerson’s brain waves—they look very similar to the ones in the study.”
Dr. Brunson peered at the monitor.
“You know, he’s right!” he exclaimed. “Good call, you two! It seems as though you’re playing the role of his mother, Evie. Sam’s right: Mr. Wilkerson does seem very relaxed in there.” He frowned. “But how do you feel right now, Evie? Are you able to control your arousal?”
Evie nodded slowly. “It’s…tough,” she replied. “He’s so big, and”—she shivered and let out a heavy breath—“he keeps rubbing up against a lot of pleasure-centers. It’s manageable, but it takes effort.”
“How about stretch-wise? Your body is quite large now that you’ve got him inside of you,” Jillian asked. “Does it feel particularly uncomfortable in any places?”
Evie pursed her lips. “No, I wouldn’t say uncomfortable,” she said. “It’s definitely a bit of a stretching feeling, but more like the feeling when you’re stretching for a workout, not like you’ve just pulled something.”
Jillian nodded and made some notes.
“Dr. Brunson,” Evie asked slowly, “Do you really mean for me to absorb Mr. Wilkerson?”
The otter nodded. “Yes, Evie. Why?”
Evie swallowed. “Well, wouldn’t that be like, I dunno, murder or something?”
The researchers chuckled.
“It’s for science,” Sam replied.
“You heard that his scoliosis was pretty terrible,” Jillian added. “Apparently he was in quite a bit of pain.”
“Is he in pain now?” Evie asked. “Can you tell that from the monitor?”
The researchers peered at the screen.
“Pain isn’t exactly an emotion per se, Evie,” Dr. Brunson said slowly. “It can inspire emotions, such as anger, and it can be identified by an increase in blood pressure and heart rate, but we have no way of measuring his blood pressure from out here.”
“His alpha waves are a little stronger since he’s been in there,” Jillian pointed out. “Not statistically significant, but I dunno…maybe he’s in less pain?”
“Oh, how about this?” Sam suggested. “You wanna know if you’re healing him, right, Evie?” he asked, and Evie nodded. “Why don’t we take an X-ray? We can check to see if his spine straightens out over time.”
“The original intent of the experiment was to check his body’s reaction to being absorbed,” Jillian said. “This sounds like we’re changing the experiment.”
She and Sam both looked at Dr. Brunson, who pursed his lips.
“Ever the scientist, aren’t you, Evie?” he asked.
Evie nodded. “I figure that since he made it inside, we might as well do as much testing as we can, right? I mean, how often is someone going to volunteer to get smothered by my womb?”
“I’d volunteer,” Sam joked, raising his hand and eliciting a dirty look from Jillian.
“I see your point,” Dr. Brunson said. He pondered it a moment and then smiled. “Very well, I like it: Mr. Wilkerson seems to be resting peacefully for now, so I see no reason he’d object. If he were suffocating and terrified, that would be a different matter, but we’ve already seen from previous testing that they can breathe your fluids.” He shrugged. “I say we go for it. Jillian, how long will those transmitters last?”
Jillian pursed her lips. “About a week,” she said, “Absolutely no more. If I’d known we were going to go for long-term, I would have grabbed rechargeable ones.”
“Not to worry,” Dr. Brunson said consolingly. “All right, in that case, we’ll terminate in six days just to give ourselves a little leeway.”
The researchers nodded, and Dr. Brunson stepped up to Evie.
“Dear girl, he said, taking her hand in his, “You never fail to amaze me. You’ll make an amazing researcher one day.”
Evie smiled. “But I don’t want to be a researcher,” she replied.
Dr. Brunson gasped. “You don’t? But your inquisitive mind! Your real knack for medical knowledge! Your—”
“I want to be a doctor,” Evie replied. “I want to cure people. My body does it innately; it seems like my calling.”
The otter broke into a broad grin. “I might have known,” he said, chuckling. “Well, I’m sure that whatever you set your mind to, you’ll exceed everyone’s expectations.”
*************
Sure enough, a week later, the X-ray showed significant improvement of the sheep’s scoliosis. The researchers were shocked to find that not only had Evie’s body caused his back to straighten, it had also shortened his longer leg and lengthened his shorter leg, making it so that he would be able to walk erect. Sam was all for having Evie push the sheep back out so they could determine how structurally sound the sheep’s new limbs were, but Jillian protested that Mr. Wilkerson wanted to die inside her and would likely be very unhappy at having the terms changed out from under him. When they put it to Dr. Brunson for a vote, he was reluctant.
“Evie,” he asked, “You’ve been just as big a part of this as any of us have—more so, in fact. What do you think? What would you do?”
Evie thought about it. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “Both points are good ones. It would be good to be able to evaluate the soundness of the changes, but if they weren’t sound and we did make him come out, he could be in even worse pain than before. I certainly wouldn’t want to inflict that on anyone! On the other hand, if the changes were sound, he might realize that the rest of his life is worth living after all, and we could lose the chance to perform the original experiment. More importantly than that, though, the decision comes down to, do we risk making him endure indescribable pain to potentially save his life, or do we take his life to spare him indescribable pain?”
When worded that way, all the researchers were uncomfortable with their choices. On one hand, they were damned no matter what they did; on the other hand, they were heroes no matter what they did. Ultimately, though, Jillian’s argument that Mr. Wilkerson had assured them over and over again that he was ready to die won out, and Evie prepared to absorb him.
“The electrodes are still intact,” Jillian said. “Ready when you are.”
In the preceding day or two, Mr. Wilkerson had grown quite still and wasn’t providing nearly as much stimulation as he had been before. His presence was still erotic if Evie thought about it, but keeping her arousal under control had gotten much easier. Now, faced with what she was about to do, the circumstances were reversed: how did she bring herself to orgasm, knowing that doing so would take a fur’s life?
Determined to make it as easy on her as possible, Dr. Brunson requested that the researchers place electrical terminals on her vagina.
“Just relax,” he said. “I will take the blame for whatever happens. No matter what, you are not doing anything wrong.”
Evie swallowed nervously and nodded. Current suddenly passed through her sex, and she felt immediately aroused. The sensation appeared to awaken something in Mr. Wilkerson, too, for his alpha waves quickly diminished and his beta waves took over.
“He’s very agitated,” Jillian said. “Some good, some bad.”
Dr. Brunson stopped the stimulus, and the sheep’s brain waves returned to normal. For Evie, though, the die was cast.
“Oh!” she cried, feeling her massive abdomen contract. “Ohh, shit, it’s…augh!”
“He just entered level 2 sleep,” Jillian reported. “Now REM sleep.
“Heart rate normal,” Sam added.
Evie’s body wracked again. Her heart pounded, and her head swam with arousal as her vagina began to drool with excitement.
“Deep sleep. Coma. Deep coma. He’s going faster, Doctor.”
“Heart rate is…elevating?”
Evie grunted, her hips rocking back as her orgasm took another step closer. Each contraction made her hornier, and being hornier made her contract. It was a positive feedback loop that was destined to culminate in orgasm.
“Brain dead, Doctor.”
“No pulse,” Sam chimed in. “Wait—his pulse is back!”
“Yeah, we have brain activity again. It’s…wow, it’s everywhere.”
“Ventricular fibrillation.”
Evie cried out over the status updates, her face contorted into a pained grimace. All the monitors flat-lined at once. Evie’s stomach deflated like a balloon being punched. The room was silent.
Evie gasped for air, and the researchers slowly turned off the monitors.
“Wow it was…so fast,” Jillian said, shaking her head. “And what was with that sudden burst of life right before he disappeared?”
Dr. Brunson shook his head. “I have no idea,” he said, “But let’s analyze it in detail and see what we can learn.” He stepped up to Evie and took her by the hand. “As for you, I think you’ve earned a much¬-needed break. Why don’t you take the next week off, and then we can talk about next steps, hmm?”
Evie nodded, then gasped, gritted her teeth, and pushed hard as her body contracted.
All of the EEG and EKG leads slid out of her onto the sheets, the only thing left of Mr. Wilkerson.
Lilia and Evie
“What can I say, the rest is history,” Dr. E said. “I went straight to med school, graduated, had my residency, and then started working full-time for hospitals.” She smiled wistfully. “I still go back for visits every few years just to say hi to the researchers and let them see if anything has changed, though. Huh,” she said, frowning thoughtfully. “Dr. Brunson and the others might not be my parents, but they’re certainly the closest to family I have.”
Lilia swallowed. “So, you mean that you actually had someone inside of you?”
Dr. E smiled. “Yeah, I guess that was a bit TMI, huh?” she asked. She pursed her lips. “But although what reminded me of my childhood was the fact that you were separated from your parents, what led me to tell you the whole story was that specific experience, the one with Mr. Wilkerson.”
“That?” Lilia asked incredulously. “Why?”
Dr. E bit her lip. “Because you’re hurt,” she said, “Like Mr. Wilkerson was hurt. Normal medicine couldn’t help him, and normal medicine can’t help you. Sure, there are prosthetics, but your arms and eye will never be the same as they were before, and—”
She sighed. “I–I’m sorry; I don’t mean to dump this all on you all at once. It’s just that, I’m sorry to say this, but the news isn’t great. The good news is that there are prosthetics available, but the bad news is that they won’t give you control over your hands like you used to have. You’ll always need someone to help you do things you used to be able to do on your own. You…can learn to live with it, but your life will be very hard.”
Tears welled up in Lilia’s eyes. “Y–you mean I have to be like this forever?” she asked, her lip quivering.
Dr. E swallowed hard and nodded. “That’s the state of modern medicine: prosthetics are available that will give you some function back, but it won’t be the same. As for your eye, well, the prosthetics will make it not so obvious that you’ve lost it, but your sight cannot be returned—at least, not yet. Technology is always improving, but to tell you that it’ll be like nothing happened…would be lying.”
She sighed, but as she saw Lilia’s eyes about to spill over, a thought flashed through her mind.
“Oh, right,” she said, “But, there is something that I can do that modern medicine can’t. You remember Mr. Wilkerson?”
Lilia nodded, doing her best to stay brave.
“His scoliosis was healed, and so was the coyote’s tumor. I–I’ve never tried growing limbs back before, though. I don’t know if I can do it or not. But, if you’re up for it, we can give it a try. It might take a long time, though. I don’t know how long for sure. Weeks? Months? I just don’t know. And I don’t know what will happen when you come back out. The coyote was fine, but we never found out what happened to Mr. Wilkerson. And that’s a risk too…I–I might end up absorbing you if I can’t keep things under control.”
Lilia’s mouth dropped, and her eyes glazed over a little.
“I–I know it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Dr. E said hurriedly. “It’s just…well, if it works, imagine how much better off you’d be than right now! And…you know, I did always want my own cub…” She trailed off and then shook her head. “You’re definitely right to be afraid of anybody new now, but if you wanted, after I healed you, well, maybe you could move in with me and be the cub I always wanted. It’ll never be the same as having your parents, but it has to be better than the orphanage or those terrible furs who hurt you.”
Lilia hesitated, rubbing her elbows together in the best approximation of fidgeting that she could do. She wouldn’t make eye contact with Dr. Evie.
The liger smiled softly and patted her knee. “It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to answer right now. I’ll be back in to check on you in a little bit, and in the meantime, I’ll make sure that poor Nurse Theresa sees other patients.”
She stood and left, leaving Lilia to herself. Suddenly overwhelmed by all that had happened and all the information that had been thrown at her, she fell back on the mattress and fell fast asleep. Her body had suffered a lot of trauma physically and emotionally, and it desperately needed rest if it was going to try to repair as much of the damage as it could. For several days, she was in and out of consciousness. She’d awake to see a nurse checking on her, or Dr. Evie, or sometimes nobody. She’d eat whatever food was set out for her, and then she’d fade back into unconsciousness.
The sun at last woke her. She was groggy; she had no idea how long she’d been going in and out, but for the first time in however long it had been, she finally felt sort of decent. Not good—no, she still hadn’t come to terms with the loss of her arms and eye—but at least she felt more coherent. Her mind wandered back over the last few days until it settled on the time she woke up and Dr. Evie told her about her past. She suddenly remembered the liger’s proposition to become her mother and try to heal her. For the first time in days, Lilia could finally think about it seriously. And for the first time since the ordeal, she could remember everything.
On one hand, the doctor seemed very nice. But then again, so had the wolfess and her husband. Lilia shivered as she remembered hugging the wolfess. She seemed so kind and caring! How did she fake it so well? What if Dr. Evie was faking it, too? Yet as much as Dr. Evie had told her, could she really make that much up? The wolves hadn’t told her anything; they just appeared one day. Yet the orphanage had seemed to think they were safe—why?
Lilia put her stumps of arms to her head in frustration. She liked Dr. Evie—she thought—but how did she know she wasn’t going to do even worse to her than the awful wolves had? If only there was a way to know for sure!
The door opened, and a nurse walked in.
“Oh, you’re awake!” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” Lilia said reluctantly. “Just…I dunno.”
“Is something hurting? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
“A–a little,” Lilia admitted. “I’m kinda hungry, and a little thirsty, too. It’s mostly that I just—I don’t know what to do.”
The nurse looked at her quizzically. “What to do?” she asked. “Well, I’d suggest that you stay there and get well, for starters!”
Lilia couldn’t help but smile. “I–well, I know that,” she said. “I meant about Dr. Evie.”
The nurse frowned. “Dr. Evie? What about her?”
“She…offered to heal me and adopt me,” Lilia replied.
The nurse raised her eyebrows in surprise. “She did? Wow, that’s very kind of her. What did you say?”
Lilia shook her head. “I didn’t say anything; I didn’t know what to say. And I was so tired that I–I just kinda fell asleep.”
“Would you like me to go see if she can come see you?” the nurse asked.
Lilia shook her head. “N–no,” she said. “But, um…is she nice? Like, really nice?”
The nurse pursed her lips. “Well, I–I suppose so,” she said. “She takes very good care of her patients and is nice to the nurses—which is saying a lot; the doctors aren’t always. I don’t think she has any children, though, or a husband. She hasn’t talked much about herself with us, but she’s always up here. She’s here when I get in, and she’s here when I leave. I don’t know if she ever leaves. She just seems to want to help everybody she can. So, if you asked me, I’d say that yes, she’s really nice. Now, how about I go and get you a little something to eat?”
The nurse left, leaving Lilia once again with her thoughts. The nurse likes her, but then the orphanage liked the wolves, too, she thought. The nurse returned, and Lilia was momentarily distracted by her appetite. She dug into the food with gusto—the food wasn’t great, but then, neither was the food at the orphanage—and when she finished, she felt generally better.
“Well, well, look who’s up!” a voice said.
Lilia looked up and gasped to see Dr. Evie walk in.
“How are you feeling, Lilia?” she asked. “You’ve been sleeping quite a lot lately, over a week!”
The nurse from before walked in behind her and began setting about fluffing Lilia’s pillows, giving her more to drink, and just generally making her presence known in case Lilia felt like she needed someone to be there.
“I–I’m okay,” Lilia replied. “A bit uncertain, though.”
The nurse gave Dr. Evie a significant look, and the liger nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Uncertain? About what?” she asked.
Lilia swallowed. “You know how you asked if I wanted to be adopted and…and healed by you?” Lilia asked.
Dr. Evie nodded. “Yes,” she said. “And I meant it, too. If you want to, I would very much like to. But only if you want to.”
“But that’s the thing,” Lilia protested. “I want to, but how do I know you’re not another mean wolf that’s gonna sell me off to some rats that are gonna eat my arms off and pull my eye out?!”
Dr. E fell silent, nodding.
“I trusted the wolves,” Lilia said desperately. “They seemed so kind to me! You have seemed so kind to me! But what if you’re not? What if you’re just as bad or worse than they were? How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?”
Dr. Evie pursed her lips. “Well, for one thing,” she said thoughtfully, “If I had wanted to hurt you, you’ve been asleep for many days; I could have hurt you many times, or carried you away from here and hurt you, if I had wanted to. But instead, I wanted to help you. While you were asleep, I cleaned the blood off of you, cleaned up your arms, and put bandages on you. I cleaned your eye to make sure it wouldn’t get infected and packed gauze on it to keep it safe. I came in many times to check on you, to make sure that you were still recovering. I know it may not seem like much, but I’ve had many chances to either help or hurt you, and I have always chosen to help.”
Lilia nodded slowly. “But you’re a doctor; that’s what you have to do,” she replied.
“Actually, she doesn’t,” the nurse replied. “Normally it’s we nurses who do the day-to-day checking up on you. We’re the ones who clean your dressings and wipe the blood off of you. Dr. Evie did it because she wanted to help us and to help you.”
Dr. Evie, who had opened her mouth to speak, closed it and waited patiently for the nurse to finish, then nodded and said. “And I didn’t have to become a doctor,” she said. “After growing up in a lab, I could have become a researcher, or I could have thrown it all away and decided to do something else. But I didn’t; I became a doctor because I wanted to help people.” She sighed. “I know you’re nervous, and I know you’ve been terribly mistreated. I feel awful for you, but all I can do is promise that I am not those awful wolves or rats.” She shook her head. “And if you don’t want to, that’s fine—it’s completely up to you—but I wanted to make the offer.”
Lilia pursed her lips and thought about it.
“I’ve got to go on my rounds,” Dr. Evie said. “Think about it some more, if you like. There’s no hurry.”
She turned to leave and had one foot out the door when Lilia asked her to wait. She turned.
“Okay,” Lilia said, swallowing and forcing a brave smile. “I’ll do it.”
“You will?” Dr. Evie asked, visibly brightening. “Wonderful!” she said, rushing over to Lilia and wrapping her in her arms. “I’m so very, very happy!” She paused. “Wait, do what? The adoption thing or the healing thing?”
“All of it,” Lilia said. “It all sounds wonderful; I just had to be sure it wasn’t too good to be true.”
Dr. Evie beamed excitedly. “That makes me so very happy, Lilia,” she said breathlessly. “I–I have to go—I have to give notice, have to take time off, maternity leave—wait, can I do that?—let them know when I’ll be back, get a bed for you set up, get a bed for me set up—oh, so much to do, but I–I’m very excited, Lilia, truly I am! Very, very excited! I’ll be back!”
She disappeared, leaving Lilia alone with the nurse, who shook her head and chuckled. “Good choice,” she said. “I don’t think you’ll ever find someone more caring or loving than Dr. E.”
Dr. Evie returned a few minutes later with a wheelchair and asked that the nurse stay to help her.
“What’s this healing, then?” the nurse asked.
“It’s a long story,” Dr. Evie replied and then quickly described enough of her past to leave the nurse reeling and encouraging Lilia that at least she kept her story straight. “To summarize, Lilia here is going to go inside of me, and I am going to keep her inside until she heals. I’ll be coming in regularly for ultrasounds and X-rays to check her progress. I will need your help getting into the wheelchair once she’s inside me. It’s been several years since Dr. Brunson last experimented on me, so I may be a bit out of practice.”
The nurse shook her head in disbelief, but everything the doctor had told her seemed plausible. “So, what do you need right now?” she asked.
“We’ll need to get Lilia stripped down. I also need to strip down. Then we’ll need to get her inside of me, and then I’ll need help getting into the wheelchair,” Dr. Evie replied.
The nurse nodded reluctantly. “All right, you heard the doctor,” she said to Lilia. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can call in another doctor for a second opinion, if you like.”
Lilia shook her head. “No, I’m sure. I’m finally sure,” she said.
The nurse helped her sit up and then stripped her gown off of her, leaving her nude in the bed save for her socks. Pulling back the covers, the nurse exposed her feet and took her socks off, too.
“What about the bandages, Doctor?” the nurse asked.
Dr. Evie pursed her lips as she stepped out of her scrubs. “Leave them on,” she said reluctantly at last. “We wouldn’t want to risk an infection.” The nurse started to comply, but then Dr. Evie said, “No, on second thought, take them off. She’s going to start growing new limbs from there, so we don’t want to impede her growth. They should have scabbed over well enough by now that there’s not too much risk of excessive bleeding, but if there is, well, that’s what the red bags are for.”
“Red bags?” Lilia asked.
“For soiled linens,” the nurse replied. “Sheets with blood have to be treated specially.”
Lilia nodded and held up her elbows for the nurse to unwrap her bandages, and then the nurse reached forward and carefully separated the bandage from the fur around Lilia’s eye, leaving her empty eye socket open. Lilia shuddered.
“It feels weird, kinda cold having air in there,” she said.
“Not for too much longer,” Dr. Evie replied, smiling. Lilia gasped in surprise as the large liger lay down next to her on the bed. She was huge by comparison.
“So, uh, what now?” the nurse asked a bit uncomfortably.
“Just put her down between my legs,” Dr. Evie replied. “You’ll have to go in on your own,” she said to Lilia. “That’s how it’s always gone before.
“You expect her to crawl on her nubs?” the nurse protested.
“Injuries, Zoe, on her injuries,” Dr. Evie chided her. “But yes, unless you think you can help her in.”
“What if you were to just straddle her and then slide her up and in?” the nurse asked.
Dr. Evie shook her head. “No, it has to be completely voluntary on her part. We never explored what would happen if we shoved something up inside after the guinea pig, and I wouldn’t risk it with her.”
“How about I lie on my back and use my legs to slide in?” Lilia suggested.
Dr. Evie and the nurse looked at each other, then at her.
“That might work,” Dr. Evie said, stroking her chin. “Let’s give it a try. Remember, you’ll have to push yourself all the way in. It might be dark, cramped, and scary in there, but it will get better, okay? I promise.”
Dr. Evie scooted up higher on the bed to give Lilia as much space as she could, and the nurse helped Lilia to roll over on her back with her head close to the doctor’s vulva.
“Are you ready?” Dr. Evie asked, looking down between her legs.
Lilia nodded nervously.
“Okay, then go ahead,” Dr. Evie said, exhaling slowly.
Lilia swallowed hard and then wriggled up until her head pressed against Dr. Evie’s labia. Dr. Evie grimaced, and then Lilia’s head popped inside, eliciting a shiver from the liger.
“My gosh, look at you stretch!” the nurse gasped.
“Yes, Zoe, I stretch,” Dr. Evie grunted. “Can we save the commentary until afterwards, though, please?”
“Sorry, Doctor.”
Lilia, meanwhile found herself in a very dark, wet, slippery place. It was much easier to push herself in now, but the very close, dark space scared her. She bit her lip and repeated the mantra, it will get better; it will get better; it will get better. She felt her shoulders press against Dr. Evie’s labia. She squirmed a bit, and she felt the doctor’s lips spread wider to let her shoulders pass. She slid forward abruptly as more of her absorbed Dr. Evie’s lubricant and glided inside. It was very dark now; she couldn’t see anything, and Dr. Evie’s lips squeezed tightly against her face. She lifted her injured arms to try to part the folds, but they were too short to be effective. She found herself growing very scared and unable to breathe. Just keep going; it will get better! she willed herself. With a desperate heave, she kicked with both feet and drove herself as far in as she could. Her head shoved against a tight orifice and then suddenly emerged into a larger space. The walls that had threatened to smother her lifted away as she climbed through Dr. Evie’s cervix into her womb. Though she still had to press her head against the wall ahead of her using her feet against the liger’s slippery vestibule, she no longer felt like she was being suffocated by flesh.
It was very wet and damp in here, and she could feel a discernible line of where some fluids had collected about chest-high. To her alarm, the fluid level seemed to be rising, and fast! She instinctively scrambled with her feet, but by now, they, too, had pressed into this “inner pouch”, and she didn’t even know which way was out. The liquid level continued to increase, and Lilia tried to claw against the liger’s walls, desperate to get out, to escape the rising fluid. But it was too late. The water went over her head, and she was completely submerged. She began to panic, feeling her lungs beginning to burn with the need to breathe.
No…she was just as bad as the wolves! Lilia’s terrified mind moaned. She’s come to finish the job, to kill me off!
She finally lost the fight against her lungs and inhaled a lungful of the fluid. She started to cough, but as soon as she did, she suddenly realized that she wasn’t desperate for air anymore. In fact, she felt…okay. Drowsy, dreamlike, as if one mouthful of that fluid had all the calming effect of a whole bottle of cough syrup. She began to breathe the fluid in easily, felt her body grow heavy, felt all her cares begin to drift away. The last thing she remembered before she nodded off was that she felt tingling at the nubs of her arms and in her eye.
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“Okay, she’s finally settled down,” Dr. Evie said, panting hard and sweating profusely.
The effect of Lilia going into her and her body preparing to protect her had puffed her up into a giant fluid-filled balloon.
“Well, I never!” the nurse said, shaking her head. “You sure she’s okay in there?”
Dr. Evie nodded. “Yeah. The first part is, I guess, a little rough. I don’t know why, but everything that’s ever gone inside of me has struggled at first. But then they always relax, and we can view them on an ultrasound. In fact, use my stethoscope. You should be able to hear her heartbeat in there.”
The nurse took the stethoscope from around Dr. Evie’s neck and placed it in her ears as she listened to Dr. Evie’s abdomen. Her eyes widened in shock as she distinctly heard two different heartbeats.
“My gosh, it’s like you’re pregnant!” she gasped.
“Something like that,” Dr. Evie replied, grunting as she sat up. “Whoo, okay, I need to get home. I’ll be in every week to check on her progress. Go ahead and schedule me with radiology.”
“Do you need help?” Nurse Zoey asked. “I mean, gosh, Dr. Evie, can you feed yourself and such?”
Dr. Evie exhaled sharply, her eyes half-closing. “Right, food. It’s going to take a lot of nourishment to grow back that much tissue.”
“Come on, then,” the nurse said as she got Dr. Evie dressed in a hospital gown and put into the wheelchair. “I’ll get you home and then be back with some easy but nutritious groceries.”
“Thanks, Zoey,” Dr. Evie said gratefully. “It was a lot easier when all I had to do was walk 20 feet from the lab to my room.”
“Well, Dr. E, I figured you’re always looking after us, so maybe it’s my turn to look after you,” the nurse replied, winking.
She plopped Dr. Evie’s and Lilia’s clothes onto Dr. E’s lap and then pushed her down the hallway.
“Evie?” a fellow doctor asked. “What happened to you?”
“No time to explain, ya gawker,” Nurse Zoey replied. “Move along, then!”
The doctor stared after them as the nurse quickly pushed past. She dispatched a half-dozen other nurses and doctors in similar fashion before pushing Dr. Evie out into the parking garage and helping her into Nurse Zoey’s car.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were so good at that,” Dr. Evie said, grinning tiredly.
“I’ve had a wee bit of practice,” the nurse replied.
They got Dr. Evie home, and true to her word, the nurse returned shortly with all kinds of nutritious foodstuffs, enough to last Dr. Evie a couple of months if needed. Then she left, telling Dr. Evie to call her anytime day or night if she needed help.
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The next seven weeks passed surprisingly fast. Evie slept a lot from all the healing her body was doing—she would get up long enough to relieve herself and get something to eat, and then she would go back to sleep for many hours at a time. She rose with her alarm, and Nurse Zoey would arrive like clockwork to bring her to her appointment. The nurse was dumbstruck the first time.
“Right there,” Evie said, pointing to the sonogram. “That’s her elbow right there. If you look, you can see a bit of a protrusion off of it.” She sighed in relief. “It looks like it is working. Let’s get an MRI and see how her eye is coming along.”
One MRI later, the radiologist came out and showed the results to Evie and Zoey. The nurse’s eyes bulged.
“It’s nowhere near full-size, yet, but it’s coming in,” Evie said, pointing to a small, thumb-sized bud at the back of her eye socket. “This is good,” she said, resting her head back. “This is very good.”
Each visit after that was like Christmas for both of them: how much would Lilia’s limbs have grown back? To ease their nerves a bit, they even took bets as to how much progress would have been made that time. After the second visit, Lilia’s eye had nearly completely regrown, and following the third visit, no new changes were discernible on the MRI scans. Her arms seemed to grow faster in the following weeks. Where the first week only had just a little nub of new tissue—Evie assumed because the damage to her upper arm where it met her elbow had to be cured first—the second week saw half her arm regrown, the third week saw her arms grown all the way up to her wrists, the fourth saw her carpals formed, the fifth, her metacarpals, and the sixth, her phalanges. They also noted that Lilia’s body had rotated around, orienting itself head-first, as if telling her that it was ready to come out, just as the coyote cub had done years ago. Evie gave it an extra week just to be certain, and then told Nurse Zoey that the time had come.
“Do you want to do it here or at the hospital?” the nurse asked as she arrived to pick Evie up.
“At the hospital,” Evie replied. “That way, if there are any complications, we’re prepared to help her however we can.”
The nurse nodded, and they headed to the hospital.
“So, uh, how does this work?” she asked as she wheeled Evie into an empty room.
“Much like a regular pregnancy,” Evie chuckled, “Except that I get to decide when it starts.”
The nurse closed the door and helped Evie up into a bed.
“It’ll be a red bag for those linens, yeah?” she asked.
Evie chuckled in spite of herself. “Yeah,” she said. “Almost definitely. Do me a favor and put up the bedrails, all right?”
“To prevent her from falling off?”
“That, and to give me something to squeeze,” Evie said wryly. She took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”
She gritted her teeth, grabbed the rails, and pushed as hard as she could. Sweat instantly broke out on her head, and she suddenly felt a trickle of something wet leak out of her vulva.
“Here it comes,” she said, swallowing as she felt herself begin to drool.
Without warning, a huge flood of amniotic fluid gushed out of her. Evie took the opportunity to push, using the slippery lubricant to help Lilia begin her downward journey. Gritting her teeth and vocalizing loudly, she pushed again. She could feel Lilia’s head pressing against her cervix and entering her birth canal.
“That’s it, Dr. E, that’s it!” Nurse Zoey cheered her on. “You’re doing great!”
Evie took a breath and then held it as she pushed hard again, sending Lilia’s body sliding down her birth canal.
“I can see her head!” the nurse cried. “One more, Dr. E! One more!”
Screaming from exertion, Dr. Evie pushed hard one last time, and Lilia’s head popped out, followed by the rest of her. There was, shockingly, no blood at all. All that came out was clear lubricant.
As Dr. Evie took a breath and lay back against the pillows, Lilia coughed, shook her head, and put her arms out to lift herself up onto all fours. Feeling disoriented, she turned and woozily looked from Dr. Evie to the nurse and back.
Dr. Evie smiled faintly. “Welcome back,” she said.
“Wh–where am I?” Lilia asked. “How did I get here?”
“You’ve been inside of Dr. Evie there for a few weeks, dear,” the nurse replied kindly. “It’s a bloody miracle, it is! Look! Your arms! Your eye! You’re all—you’re all there! You look perfect!”
Lilia blinked, still confused. “My arms? Why wouldn’t they be there? My eye? What do you mean?”
Dr. Evie tapped the nurse to signal that she wanted to speak and then said, “Lilia, do you remember when you came to the hospital? Do you remember that?”
Lilia frowned and blinked. “I–I was hurt,” she said. “But I don’t remember why or how.”
“It’s all right,” Dr. Evie replied. “You lost your arms and your eye. Don’t bother trying to remember the details now; for now, just rest. Nurse, would you…?”
Nurse Zoey picked Lilia up and put her into the adjoining bed then rolled the two together.
“How do your arms feel?” Dr. Evie asked. “Can you move all your fingers?”
Lilia tried it and nodded. “Yeah,” she said.
“And your eye—can you see out of it? Is your vision clear?”
“I—think so?” Lilia replied, closing one eye then the other and looking around. “It doesn’t seem blurry or anything.”
“Wonderful,” Dr. Evie replied, closing her eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.
“Let’s get you both some food,” the nurse said, scurrying off but grinning ear-to-ear when she returned.
Evie and Lilia both ate voraciously and then passed out, exhausted from the ordeal. The nurse got them cleaned up as best she could and then stayed watch to keep anyone from disrupting them. A couple of hours later, they awoke.
“All right,” Dr. Evie said, standing up surprisingly fast. “Oof,” she chuckled ruefully, “I’m not used to weighing so little! Are you ready to go?”
Lilia nodded, and Evie and the nurse helped her down.
“Here, take my hand,” Dr. Evie said, reaching down.
Lilia did so, and they walked carefully out of the room, down the hall, and into the elevator. The nurse got them as far as Dr. Evie’s car, and then Dr. Evie drove them home.
“All right, home sweet home,” she said as they pulled in. “I’m sorry the place is a bit of a mess; I’ve been…erm…kinda busy the last few weeks.”
Lilia looked around. The place was practically immaculate, save for a few food wrappers that Dr. Evie must have eaten hastily before leaving for the hospital. The only thing that was truly out of place was an unopened box for a bed
“Shoot, I knew I forgot something,” Dr. Evie sighed. “Look, um, I wanted to have your bed ready for you before you got here, but—”
“But you were kinda busy healing me,” Lilia said, smiling. “I understand. Where should I sleep tonight?” she asked.
“If it’s not too uncomfortable for you, you can sleep with me tonight, and we’ll get your bed set up in the morning,” Evie replied.
She winced as she grazed her nipples with her arm. Right, she remembered. She’d been sleeping so much that she hadn’t drained her nipples in a long time. She was lucky she didn’t have mastitis, she thought to herself. But now that things were returning to normal, she was going to have to get back to her old routine.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed,” she said. “I’d suggest that you do the same.”
Lilia nodded and waited for Evie to finish in the bathroom. It seemed to be taking her a long time.
“There we are. Sorry it took so long,” Evie said. “All yours.”
Lilia took her turn. As she looked in the mirror, she gasped. Her fur was orange on her shoulders, but at her elbow, it changed to white with purple stripes just like Dr. Evie’s. To her surprise, too, her left eye was purple while her other one was green. Surprised by these changes—she didn’t understand why those parts of her looked different—she did her business and then stepped back out into the bedroom.
Dr. Evie was already there, waiting for her.
“All right, which side do you want?” she asked.
Lilia pursed her lips and then pointed to the side opposite where Dr. Evie was standing. Dr. Evie nodded, pulled down the covers, and tucked Lilia into bed before turning out the light and crawling into bed herself.
It was weird for Lilia to be in a real bed—not a hospital bed, not an orphanage cot, but a real bed. It smelled faintly like Dr. Evie, and Lilia decided she liked the smell. It made her sleepy, her uncertainty about how she looked vanishing. In no time at all, they both dozed off.
They had been asleep for a few hours when Lilia half-awoke from her sleep. Her stomach was growling, probably because aside from the food the nurse had given her a few hours before, she hadn’t actually eaten anything in seven weeks. Her eyes still closed, she smelled something enticing close to her. She rolled over, and the smell got stronger. Scooting over, her nose followed the scent until her lips brushed against something. She instinctively opened her mouth and latched on.
The motion partially awakened Evie. Too asleep to fully realize what was going on, all she knew was that she had the most pleasant, relieving feeling in her right nipple. Her left nipple, by contrast, felt rather full and sore. She hazily thought that her breasts must be working overtime thanks to the pregnancy. It didn’t occur to her that she hadn’t fallen asleep with the milker on—something she had done in the past—and that the source of her pleasure was her newly adopted daughter.
But as the sensations continued, Evie began to moan in pleasure. Having denied herself all orgasms for the last seven weeks to avoid accidentally absorbing Lilia, she was already on a razor’s edge, and now the sensations in her nipples were threatening to push her over. Something in her mind snapped, a warning. Her eyes suddenly shot open wide, and she saw Lilia there in the darkness, latched onto her nipple.
“Oh, Lilia,” she gasped, nudging her daughter. “You’d better stop. I–I’m feeling a little on edge right now.”
Lilia blinked and momentarily let go of Evie’s nipple.
“Mmm…on edge?” she asked.
“Yes,” Evie replied nervously, feeling her penis rock-hard and throbbing. “It’s…it’s very important that you stop right now. I’m afraid I might lose control.”
“But it’s good!” Lilia grinned mischievously, flipping back the covers and scooting closer to bury Evie’s teat in her mouth.
“Oh!” Evie groaned, writhing in pleasure even as she tried to fight it off. “No, Lilia! Please, you must stop!”
Her cock throbbed hard in the exposed air, and as Lilia’s tongue grazed roughly against Evie’s nipple, her penis shot hard at Lilia. She gasped in surprise as the off-white liquid splattered onto her cream-colored chest, coating her completely in a flood of semen.
“What’s this?” she asked. “More milk?”
“Lilia, no!” Evie protested, but too late.
Lilia scooped a gob of Evie’s semen off her chest and put it in her mouth, smacking and making a face at the weird taste and texture.
“That’s some funny-tasting milk,” she said.
“That’s because that’s not milk,” Evie said, resting her head back on the pillow, defeated for the night. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
The two drifted back off to sleep, Evie feeling a bit guilty but too exhausted to care and Lilia with a sated belly.
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“Lilia, we should talk about what happened last night,” Evie said nervously the next morning, sitting across the breakfast table from her. “You know you mustn’t consume—ah—that milk, not from me, right?”
“But why not?” Lilia asked. “It tastes good, too.”
“But I’m your mother—or, at least, I’m trying to be—and that’s just not something mothers should do,” Evie pressed.
“You mean that you never had sex with any of the researchers when you were growing up?” Lilia asked pointedly, all pretense of innocence vanishing as she raised a knowing eyebrow.
An image of Sam bending over her, fisting her at the same time as his penis penetrated her, flashed into Evie’s mind and quickly vanished. She sighed.
“It—it’s different,” she maintained. “He was—”
“Why is it different?” Lilia asked. “Did it feel good?”
Evie nodded, shocked that she was rendered this speechless by a 12-year-old.
“And will it feel good if we try it?” Lilia pressed. “What will it hurt to try?”
Evie opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
“You just gave me my arms and eye back,” Lilia said. “I don’t remember exactly what happened—and I don’t want to—but if I had to go through something like that, then shouldn’t I get to try something I want to do?”
Evie rolled it around in her mind. The legality aside, she couldn’t really think of a reason that they couldn’t. She knew she was shooting blanks, so it wasn’t like she was going to get her adoptive daughter pregnant, and even if she could, her daughter’s sex organs were unharmed, so it was very unlikely that any of Evie’s DNA would have transferred to her there in a place where it could cause a problem. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
“You know that I could get in a lot of trouble if we did anything,” she said at last. “Everybody would assume I was hurting you.”
“But you’re not,” Lilia replied. “You said it yourself, that you would rather help people, right? What if it feels really good? Wouldn’t you like to feel something really good? I would!”
Evie bit her lip. She couldn’t deny that Lilia’s mouth had felt really good the night before. The thought of it alone made her cock stir under her robe.
“See? You do want it!” Lilia said, pointing and grinning.
Evie took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll go at your pace, and if anything feels bad, you let me know right away, and we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay!” Lilia squealed gleefully. “Can we try now?”
Evie shook her head and chuckled. She hadn’t planned to go back to the hospital today, but she did want to get Lilia’s bed set up and off the floor. Still, there was time.
“All right,” she said, standing and leading the way to her bedroom.
Lilia tagged along, and as soon as they were in the room, they both took their clothes off. Though Evie had seen Lilia naked many times before, it was always from a clinical standpoint; she’d never even considered viewing Lilia from a sexual perspective. Now that the girl stood before her without any clothes on under much different circumstances, it was hard to miss how attractive her lithe body was with its perfectly formed labia tucked just up under her, as if playing a teasing, erotic game of peek-a-boo. Evie felt her penis get even harder, and Lilia wasted no time reaching out to grab it.
“Goodness, Lilia, what’s gotten into you?” Evie asked breathlessly as the cub’s paws wrapped around her throbbing member.
“I dunno,” Lilia replied. “I just…really want to see what it feels like, and you’re the only person I trust.”
Evie felt a moment of lucidity through her lust and contemplated how sweet Lilia’s sentiment was. She smiled.
“Do you want to taste my milk, or do you want to feel me inside of you?” she asked.
Lilia hesitated. “Both?” she asked, and Evie chuckled.
“All right, we’ll start with you tasting me, then. Face me.”
Lilia turned to face Evie head-on, and Evie cupped her face affectionately as she slowly guided her cock-tip to Lilia’s lips. Lilia looked up uncertainly. Evie nodded, and the cub took the large glans into her mouth. Evie sighed in pleasure.
“Ohh, yes, just like that,” she said.
She moved her hips gently, not wanting to hurt the curious cub in front of her as she stroked in and out. For her part, Lilia liked the flavor of the purple popsicle and began eagerly meeting Evie’s thrusts to push herself further and further down the shaft.
“Goodness!” Evie panted in disbelief. “Don’t hurt yourself!”
“I’m not,” Lilia said, popping off of Evie’s prick. “It tastes good!”
Evie frowned. “But, don’t you need to breathe?” she asked.
“I can breathe just fine!” Lilia protested. “Watch!”
Before Evie could react, the cub opened her mouth and plunged it around Evie’s cock, sliding along its length until her lips pressed against Evie’s medial ring. Lilia looked up, gave a shit-eating grin around Evie’s cock, and made a thumbs-up sign with her hand. Evie watched closely, and sure enough, Lilia’s chest was rising and falling. It was true: she could breathe just fine, even when impaled on Evie’s penis.
Dr. Brunson would find this fascinating! she thought. Apparently my healing had more of an effect on Lilia than I expected. I’ll have to tell him at my next appointment!
But as Lilia began to wriggle around on her cock and succeeded in pressing past her medial ring, Evie’s thoughts were soon too muddled to think much more of Dr. Brunson. She felt her balls give a warning contraction, and she shivered in ecstasy.
Looking down at the cub struggling on her cock, Evie asked, “Do you want some help?”
Lilia looked up, grinned sheepishly, and nodded. “Mm, hmm,” she said.
“All right, here you go,” Evie laughed, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her off.
To her surprise, Lilia’s eyes bulged, and she wrapped her paws tightly around Evie’s cock, trying to prevent herself from being pulled off. Nevertheless, off she went.
“Ugh! I meant I wanted some help getting further, not getting pulled off!” she protested.
Evie did a double-take. “What?” she asked. “Really?”
Lilia gave her a petulant pout. Evie couldn’t help but laugh.
“If you’re sure,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll help you go on, but if it gets to be too much, just start tapping me, okay?”
Lilia giggled with delight and eagerly took Evie’s prick back into her mouth. Relaxing her throat muscles and using the bed to brace against, she pushed with her feet and drove her mouth around the liger’s large member once more. She made it to the medial ring, and, with only a little challenge, made it past. But then she started having problems again. The bed was too far out of reach for her to continue driving herself: she was basically floating in the air, impaled on Evie’s member.
But to her delight, she felt Evie’s hands on her hips and then felt herself being pushed slowly further and further along the shaft. Her tongue moved all around it, savoring the musky flavors as the thick phallus slid past. She was so lost in the taste that she didn’t notice Evie’s knot moving closer and closer to her.
Until it stopped against her lips and wouldn’t let her go further.
Evie’s eyes rolled back in her head. She now had all but her knot pushed into this eager, young cub. Lilia’s body had stretched for her and now felt like a warm glove whose every move caressed Evie’s entire length and threatened to send her off at any second. She bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to flood her adopted daughter that very second.
“Are—are you ready for your taste?” she asked breathlessly.
Lilia did her best to nod and gave another thumbs-up, and Evie slowly relaxed, letting her body succumb to her daughter’s body’s warm caresses. Her balls contracted, and with a soft cry, she let go.
Semen flooded out of her far faster than she remembered it doing before. In a split-second, Lilia’s body puffed out, driven by the immense flood of gallons of cum filling her all at once. Evie gasped in a bit of a panic and quickly began pulling her off as spurt after spurt inflated her like a big ball of cum-filled fur.
A second later, Lilia’s lips cleared the tip of Evie’s penis, and another blast of cum coated her face and splattered the bed, wall, and ceiling. Evie rode out her broken orgasm, panting and her eyes half-closed in bliss before she could finally check on Lilia.
“Are you okay?” she asked, half-chuckling at her daughter’s cum-covered pout.
“Ugh! Dr. E! I wanted to drink all of it!” she protested, grasping Evie’s cock and trying to suck out the last remnants of cum, much to Evie’s delight.
“Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?” Evie gasped. “I know you’re eager and excited, but let me slow you down a bit so we can make sure you don’t get hurt.”
Lilia pursed her lips and sighed. “Fine.”
“But hey, there’s still more fun we can have,” Evie said encouragingly. “Do you still want to feel me inside of you?”
Lilia brightened and nodded excitedly.
“All right. If you’re sure this is what you want, then let’s do it properly,” she said.
Lilia cocked her head, still clinging to Evie’s penis.
“Lie on the bed, and let me get your body ready,” Evie said.
Lilia reluctantly released Evie’s prick and lay on the bed, looking up at Evie curiously. Evie sat beside her on the bed and reached out with her fingers to graze Lilia’s supple vulva. Lilia gasped and squirmed, closing her legs on Evie’s hand.
“It tickles!” she giggled.
“It’s different from a tickle, though” Evie said, smiling knowingly. “Just relax and let yourself enjoy it.”
Lilia spread her legs again, and Evie put her hand back on Lilia’s groin. Reaching out with her fingers, she stroked Lilia’s clit, making the cub shiver and lightly double over.
“It’s going to feel intense,” Evie said, “But it’s a good kind of intense. Just try to focus on how good it makes you feel instead of how scary it is.”
Lilia nodded, and as Evie touched her again, she felt dizzy, light-headed, but also like something warm was bubbling up inside her, coming from deep down, rising to the surface of her skin, and spreading like lava oozing out of a volcano. Her breath quivered, and her body shivered in delight as each stroke of Evie’s finger on her clit brought a new rising, warming sensation.
“Ohh, look how wet you are,” Evie murmured as she dipped her finger down between Lilia’s folds and brought it to her face, glistening with moisture. “You’re ready.”
She used her hands to gently spread Lilia’s legs apart and then knelt between them.
“If this starts to hurt, just say so, and I’ll stop, okay?” she asked, her voice wavering with anticipation.
Lilia nodded, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with arousal. Evie’s glans shimmered with precum—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so aroused—as she lowered it to graze Lilia’s labia. They both shuddered hornily as sensitive flesh tantalized sensitive flesh. Evie’s penis throbbed at the sensation, stroking Lilia’s folds.
At last, Evie couldn’t stand the anticipation anymore and pressed forward gently. Her tapered prick easily and gently parted Lilia’s folds and nestled itself inside. Both moaned aloud. The warmth around Evie’s cock made her want to drive in all the way, and the warm intruder inside Lilia made her antsy for something she couldn’t quite identify.
“You okay?” Evie breathed, and Lilia nodded vigorously.
The liger pressed forward again carefully, afraid she would hurt the little girl, but to her surprise, she slipped inside all the way up to her medial ring without any resistance at all. Lilia moaned loudly as she felt herself filled fuller by the tantalizing, throbbing, hot flesh that penetrated her.
“M–more,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes closed as her toes and fingers curled. “Please, more…”
Not about to argue, Evie gave her what she wanted, pressing her medial ring against and parting the cub’s labia and pressing in even further. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Evie must have wondered how she had over a foot of her penis inside this young cub without bottoming out, but in the heat of the moment, neither of them cared. Lilia’s tight, clinging labia were threatening to drive her into a frenzy of mindless thrusting as they stroked and caressed her shaft, and she didn’t have time to ponder anatomy now.
As Evie leaned forward further, Lilia reached up and clung to her fur, pulling herself up and Evie down to bring them skin-to-skin. The feeling was electrifying for both of them. Their skin tingled and buzzed with arousal, and the faintest movement from either sent cascading ripples of arousal through both of them.
Evie bottomed out at last. She couldn’t help but sigh wistfully: the top of her knot was only barely pressing against Lilia’s sex. How she wanted to go all the way inside, to feel herself locked in! Lilia stirred below her.
“M–more?” she asked, opening her eyes to look pleadingly up at the liger.
Evie bit her lip. “But I’m already bottomed out,” she said. “I can feel myself pressing against your cervix.”
Lilia closed her eyes and bit her lip. “Please,” she breathed. “Just a little more.”
“All right,” Evie said hesitantly, gripping the cub by the hips. “We’ll try it…”
The liger took a few deep breaths and then pushed in as fluidly as she could. Lilia whimpered and started to cry out, but as the bulge of Evie’s knot passed and her lips sealed around the other side, her eyes suddenly snapped open, and she shivered in ecstasy.
“Ooh…” she murmured. Wave after wave of intense sensations flooded through her, each throb of the two-foot penis inside of her triggering another burst of pleasure. The sensations she felt were scary in their intensity, but the last thing she wanted was for them to stop. Still, she had to do something to process them. Instinctively, she reached up, grabbed Evie’s nipple between her teeth, and latched on.
Evie’s mind swam.
“Augh!” she cried as she felt her testes contract and begin pumping.
Her hips bucked once on their own, and her cock began to spew spurt after spurt of her cum into the cub so snugly wrapped around her. Before her eyes, she saw Lilia’s body begin to swell. It started as a bulge in her abdomen, and then it quickly spread, pulling her skin taut as a growing sphere seemed to emerge from her belly and expand, drawing the surrounding skin with it.
“Lilia,” she gasped between pants, “Are you okay?”
But Lilia was lost in her own orgasm. Latched desperately onto Evie’s nipple and sucking for dear life, she felt her body shudder each time another spurt drove into her. She could feel herself stretching out. The stretch itself was enough to trigger another explosion of bliss in her mind, but there was also the feeling of Evie’s throbs themselves. Each one was like a little shockwave inside her increasingly full womb, and each one pushed her over a cliff of ecstasy. She felt like she was free-falling, experiencing the exhilarating but also terrifying feeling of flight. And every time she thought she would hit the ground, another throb and another rush of semen into her grabbed her, carried her even higher, and dropped her again. Her body shook uncontrollably from the constant rush she felt, and the only thing keeping her conscious was Evie’s teat latched desperately into her mouth.
Evie at last felt her orgasm subside. She opened her eyes groggily and gasped to see that Lilia’s tiny body had become almost spherical, with her head and limbs just stuck to the surface, a cum-filled ball of fur. Lilia’s sucking on her nipple became less insistent, and the girl’s body convulsed several times as the final throes of her orgasm wracked her.
“Are you okay?” Evie breathed.
Lilia’s eyes fluttered open, and a dreamy smile spread across her face.
“That does feel good!” she beamed dazedly. “Let’s do this a lot!”
Evie chuckled and rolled over on her back, taking Lilia with her. The two fell into a light, post-coital slumber with Evie’s knot holding the fluids inside Lilia until it finally subsided. A bathtub’s worth of semen and Lilia’s orgasmic juices flooded out onto the bed, but neither of them cared. Evie held Lilia in her arms. Both of them, for once, had finally found what they’d been looking for: a loving family.
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