In one of the largest buildings in Giga City best known for housing the Maverick Hunters’ headquarters, Cinnamon, a young reploid nurse, waddled into work. Riding the elevator up to the floor that housed her clinic, the male reploids inside it with her tried not to stare at her belly that was so large it could have housed any one of them in it, some still not used to the now common sight belonging to every female reploid in the building, and the grand majority of the city. Cinnamon smiled warmly at the hunters on their way to the operations room as she got off on her floor, her belly leaving the elevator long before the rest of her body caught up.

Heavy with child and huge of breasts, Cinnamon’s melons, despite being each larger than her head, and her belly, carrying more babies than even the most fertile of humans, paled in comparison to the patients stuffed into her clinic as she waddled into the room, wobbling bellies housing dozens of babies within their artificial skin in a variety of colours, all human-like tones free of the usual synthetic tones of the mothers’ original bodies, while their almost exercise-ball sized breasts were bloated with the milk necessary to feed such broods. There were almost a dozen such women crammed into her clinic, all completely naked, the human taboo of nudity largely a non-concern to the reploid women who had all stripped upon entry to make life easier for themselves and their nurse.

The women all shared one thing in particular: they were all members of the Maverick Hunters, either still serving as support even if some members had been pulled from the frontlines, their bodies stripped of their weapons and upgraded for the sole purpose of baby-bearing. The reason for this was simple: after repeated disasters decimating the majority of the human population, the government had decided to enact a grand repopulation programme, and all available reploid women had been inducted into the scheme and made to pump out babies. With the Sigma virus eliminated, the men were enough to keep the public safe from mavericks, and so operators and hunters alike underwent a great upgrade. Their bodies were altered to be much more human-like, bulky gauntlets and chunky boots replaced with slim, ordinary limbs resembling ordinary women, breastplates swapped out for breasts, and metal bodies in the shape of clothes replaced with human fashions made to resemble their former selves. They were equipped with advanced artificial wombs and systems made to replicate human hormones and the reproductive system, causing each and every one to swell up massively with milk to prepare for the flood of children about to enter the world.

Cinnamon was no exception, save for the fact that as a nurse trained to take care of these new broodmothers, her mobility was given priority, leaving her with considerably fewer babies than her patients. She did find however that the replica uniform she had been given hadn’t been made with her current size in mind, and was currently stretched tight and thin across her body, threatening to snap at any moment.

“How are all my favourite patients doing today?” Cinnamon said sweetly as she approached them, placing a hand on the belly of Nana, the pink-haired operator and current broodmother who would have been pinned to her seat by her belly were it not for her enhanced strength, and even that was reaching its limit, making her and the rest of the massive women housing bellies easily twice as big as Cinnamon’s own barely mobile at the best of times.

“The babies are kicking a lot today.” Nana said, her eyes transfixed to her gently pulsating belly. She had been chatting with Alia, her fellow operator, about how they were glad that all they had to do was sit around all day, compared to the pregnant former hunters who had been pulled from duty and reassigned as breeders.

“When aren’t they?” Cinnamon chuckled, feeling her own pounding from her lively babies making the occasional bump visibly through her thin fabric. Navigating past the navigators wasn’t easy, brushing against Nana and bumping against Alia, and as she turned to avoid her, she bumped into a former hunter, Cinnamon squeaking and apologizing while a warm feeling filled her chest, and it wasn’t just from the Force Metal Generator hidden behind her breasts. Cinnamon considered herself the perfect nurse for these pregnant ladies because she found all of them and their pregnancies beautiful, it being a delight to serve such attractive women and their sexy pregnancies… and maybe a little distracting.

She was starting to feel a little hot under the collar hearing the reploids complain about how milky and leaky they were lately, about how heavy and huge their gravid bodies were, and how they might end up even bigger next time. She figuratively cleared her throat, programmed to imitate the human gesture before raising her otherwise soft voice and calling out over the chatter:

“Will operator Alia please come to the nurse’s office?”

–

“Well, you and your babies are quite active, but otherwise in perfect health, as are your systems, Nana.” Cinnamon reported to her second to last patient, the pink-haired operator nodding happily. “I’ll see you again, same time next week!”

Cinnamon stood up and opened her office’s door, calling out across the clinic where some of the patients were still sitting around chatting.



“Would operator Layer please come to the nurse’s office?” Cinnamon called, watching a big brown whale of a woman slowly rise to her feet, recognisable in the crowd by her distinctive dark skin and deep purple hair, although even without those, one could have recognised her by how she was noticeably larger than the already gargantuan average in breasts and belly.

“Coming!” Layer called, taking slow, steady steps that showed that even with her reploid strength, carrying this much girth was no easy feat, and she bumped gently against some of the other girls who couldn’t steer their own waistlines out of the way in time.  Layer reached the door just as Nana was getting up and leaving, causing an awkward jam as she stood nearly belly to belly with Cinnamon and Nana, both blocked from exiting.

“Sorry, I’ll try to just…” Layer mumbled awkwardly, the shy girl trying to backup, only for the two to gesture for her to save the effort.

“No, no, I’ll get out of the-” Cinnamon said before being bumped by Nana’s belly as she tried to squeeze out past her,

“I’m sorry could you just move over a little-” Nana grunted, backing up simultaneously with Cinnamon and nearly wedging the two within the door while Layer babbled apologies, Cinnamon giving up and deciding to push her way past, the heat within her intensifying as she rubbed comfortably against Layer and Nana in their awkward pile-up, emerging free and letting Layer shuffle out of the way of Nana.

“Well, come on in.” A very flustered Cinnamon said, Layer waddling into the office with Cinnamon behind her. Her legs strained by just that short walk, Layer set her belly down with an quiet “oof”, resting against her belly as she gave a short hop, tilting herself until she was balanced atop her belly, a strange but stable position that made things easy for Cinnamon and even took up less space. However, it did make Layer look like a bit of a beached whale.

“Having fun up there?” Cinnamon teased gently, Layer blushing slightly from her perched position atop her belly that was bigger than Cinnamon was altogether. Perhaps the largest of her group, Layer could barely move, and had taken to sitting atop her reinforced belly and waiting for others to come to her. Although her eyes were hidden by her long purple bangs, she couldn’t hide her flushed cheeks, and turned her head from Cinnamon.

“I-it’s just more comfortable like this.” The shy navigator hurried to explain.

“Well you can stay up there a little while longer while we make sure your babies are all happy and healthy..” Cinnamon smiled.

“Um, do you think you could milk me while you’re there?” She timidly requested, letting out a sigh of relief when Cinnamon attached two clear cups to her dark nipples, immediately splattering as her twin milk factories finally let out their payload, Cinnamon almost biting her lip as Layer cooed, oblivious to just how big and sexy she was right now. She continued to produce a hefty amount of milk as Cinnamon took a seat behind her big butt and luscious thighs, producing a device that resembled a large thermostat, plugging the tip directly into Layer’s inviting pussy.

“Aah~!” Layer involuntarily let out a girly noise as it penetrated her, clamping her plump lips shut as quickly as she could, flushed bright red with embarrassment as the other girls giggled, able to hear it from outside the office..

“Enjoying yourself?” Cinnamon couldn’t help but ask in a sugary sweet voice, Layer squirming helplessly aloft her belly. The warmness in Cinnamon’s chest heated up again and was starting to spread lower, and she was ever so tempted to jam it in harder, or pull it out then do it again. The way she was feeling, she might even come up with an excuse to check her own readings…

“I-it’s just colder than I thought it’d be, that’s all!” Layer said defensively. “I really wish you wouldn’t have to do that…”



“It’s the best way to get all the necessary readings. Your new, ahem, parts were built with it in mind.” Cinnamon explained. And a few other things that a meticulous replica of a human vagina was good for…

The device beeped, Cinnamon shaking her head to dispel her horny thoughts. She had to remember her duties as a nurse, no matter how hot and bothered her patients made her. She checked the diagnostics the device had been running, which was a fairly intensive monitoring of all of the various moving parts that enabled her pregnancy, ranging from making sure that the artificial womb was in good condition, checking the programming that regulated her body and womb for any errors, and running a quick debugging over her to make sure everything was in order.



“Looks like your babies are all perfectly healthy. Please continue to take good care of them!” Cinnamon smiled, the test coming back all green. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to two of our, um, special patients…”

–

“What took you so long, you useless excuse for a nurse?” Ferham called grumpily, the former leading figure in the Rebellion Army, a fearsome, powerful reploid, and somebody that Cinnamon had fought personally during her time assisting the maverick hunter X during the conflict.

“Yes, yes, you’re too slow! We’ve been waiting all morning! I should tear you apart for your tardiness!” Cried Berkana, a witchlike reploid of even greater power than Ferham, leader of her own crisis, a ruthless woman who would spell doom for any reploid who crossed her. Together they were perhaps the most dangerous duo of female reploids in Mega City, or maybe even the world… once upon a time, anyway. That had been at the height of their power before being defeated, arrested, incarcerated, and stripped of their powerful bodies, impregnated and sentenced to pump out hundreds of babies while serving their sentences behind bars. The two currently shared a cell together, and were a woeful shade of their original selves, bloated beyond recognition and too large to even fit through the cell’s door.

Ferham had lost her crimson body save for her red hair and beautiful face, her intimidating wing-like thrusters and domineering boots gone, reducing her to a naked, human-like body that seemed practically vestigial attached to a belly the size of Blizzard Buffalo and two Chill Penguin sized boobs that she couldn’t even see past, recognising Cinnamon’s presence by her footsteps and the fact that she was the only one who visited them. Berkana wasn’t much better, revealing that she did have legs underneath that billowing skirt of hers, although they couldn’t even let her stand up under her current weight. She had lost her witch-like design and been offered no replacement to cover her nude form, even her tall, pointy helmet confiscated, letting her long blonde hair tumble down her shoulders as she sat petulantly waiting to be served.

“Yes, yes, I’m terribly sorry.” Cinnamon said with a smile, barely registering the latest of their empty threats. Their cells were in the HQ near Cinnamon’s clinic, so it had fallen to her to take care of their needs, and she was well used to their haughty personalities by now. “I’m actually ten minutes early, you see, but I’ll try to do better next time.”

“You had most certainly better! I’m nearly bursting, I demand milking!” Berkana complained, only for Ferham to pipe up when Cinnamon headed towards her.

“No, no, me first! I deserve superior treatment to this whelp!” Ferham nearly shouted. “I can’t wait a single moment longer, I’m going to start leaking!”



“Wait your turn, hussy!” Berkana yelled back at her.

“Berkana did ask first…” Cinnamon said out loud as she pondered who would make the least noise if tended to first, Ferham’s lips curling behind her udders.

“If I had my whip, I’d tie you up and make you my personal slave!” Ferham swore, a laughably empty threat from a woman who probably couldn’t even swing it properly in her current state.

“You’re just worked up because of the hormones, Ferham. Try to take it easy for the sake of your babies. Now just wait a moment Berkana, I’m going to lower the gravity for you two.” Cinnamon calmly requested, gently rubbing Ferham’s belly and trying to act like she wasn’t reaching her limit too at the sight of these wondrous examples of motherhood.

Ferham let out a dismissive humph when she realized she wasn’t going to get special treatment, Cinnamon hitting a switch on a wall that created artificially lowered gravity, Cinnamon feeling her belly lighten and the two prisoners gasp in relief as they were finally able to lift themselves up and move around a little.

“It’s not fair that I should be treated as a breeding sow.” Berkana grumbled, hurrying to her corner of the room after accidentally stranding herself in the middle the last time Cinnamon had left. She gazed longingly at her wall, or more specifically the photos of X placed upon it.

“If I’m to be impregnated, it should have at least been at the hands of X.” Berkana complained, squeezing her chibi-proportions X plushie, official merchandise offered by the Maverick Hunters raising funds using the image of their heroes, something X was deeply embarrassed by but unable to argue against when the proceeds were used for charity. Berkana had immediately cashed in all of her available favours to scoop up every bit of X merchandise in their shop, plastering her walls with pictures intended for young admiring boys, alongside videos of him in daring combat, and of course the jewel of her collection her prized plushie for hugging. Once obsessed with X to the point of trying to murder him, her overdose of hormones from her pregnancy and dealing with nothing impending motherhood to occupy her days had given her an obsession with one day bearing his children, swearing revenge on him for defeating her and not taking responsibility. Her fixation was harmless enough in this state, and Cinnamon suspected that this might one day lead to her rehabilitation if she could rope X into helping her exploit it.

Ferham spent most of her days grumpy and horny. A dominatrix denied her subs, she felt as if she was living her life in pregnancy-induced bondage, unable to move much or satisfy herself, and at the humiliating mercy of a kindhearted nurse like Cinnamon who was, from her perspective, quite domineering in how she could control every aspect of her life. Cinnamon of course behaved in no such way beyond kindhearted medical treatment, but Ferham harboured secret feelings of submission towards her, and likely would have called her mistress had she asked firmly enough.

Now assisted by the low gravity that would make reaching the two easier, Cinnamon was about to start milking Berkana when she was gently tapped on the shoulder.

“Guess who?” Asked a familiar voice, Cinnamon’s face lighting up as she swung herself around to see the lovely green haired thief, currently on hiatus, known as Marino.

“Darling, what’re you doing here? How’d you sneak up on me like that?” Cinnamon exclaimed, having not sensed her at all even though the reploid ninja was even more pregnant than she was, and was the bustier of the couple. She was dressed in only boots and a purple leotard that left half her belly uncovered, and only just barely protecting her modesty down below. Officially Marino wasn’t cleared to come in here, but it certainly didn’t seem to have stopped her from getting in some way, somehow.



“I was feeling lonesome and wanted to see my lovely wife, so I let myself in.” Marino grinned, squishing her breasts against her as she leaned in for a quick kiss. Marino had confessed her feelings to Cinnamon a while after their big adventure together, and had eventually got married, currently living out their pregnancies together, although Marino found herself bored with her body now unfit for stealth, although she could still surprise all three women if she really wanted, the others not noticing her until right before she touched Cinnamon. “Those two won’t mind if we have a little fun, right?”

“And just in time too! Oh, I just can’t take it anymore!” Cinnamon suddenly moaned, grabbing Marino in a tight hug and kissing her again, invading her mouth with her tongue to Marino’s surprise.



“All those mothers getting you hot and bothered again, honey?” Marino asked when she finally could, Cinnamon nodding and stripping out of her nurse’s uniform. “Usually you at least wait until you get home…”



“Well I can’t wait today!” Cinnamon declared, too horny to care. She helped pull off Marino’s leotard, squeezing her breasts playfully in the process, then started to finger her wife, Cinnamon starting to leak from her milky udders while the two prisoners looked on in shocked dismay.

“Hey, what do you two lovebirds think you’re doing!?” Ferham complained, obvious jealousy in her voice as the couple began to openly fuck, enjoying each other’s bodies to the fullest while she and Berkana were too cumbersome to pleasure each other. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

“That’s right, get back to work! It’s not fair!” Berkana whined as well, bitterly envious of Marino’s obvious skill in pleasuring her lover despite her size. Although Cinnamon was incredibly horny, their words did reach her, and she paused from sucking Marino’s nipples to consider them.

“I’m sorry Marino, she’s right, this is unfair.” She said, Marino pouting in response.

“Who cares about them, they’re criminals!” Marino gestured at them dismissively, the two sneering back petulantly.

“No, actually, I have a wonderful idea.” Cinnamon leaned in and whispered in Marino’s ear. Marino began to grin, leaving the two sexually frustrated criminals wary of what would come next.

“You actually brought those toys here? You pervert.” Marino laughed, waiting while Cinnamon dug through her supply closet, emerging with two large, floppy objects that left Berkana and Ferham gulping.

“And you just put this here, and…” Marino said, affixing the fleshy shaft to her groin, then stood up straight as her freshly attached artificial cock sprung up stiff and proud, the head rubbing against the underside of her belly.. “Oof, that’s sensitive…”



“It is, isn’t it? I hear it’s just like the real thing.” The now futa nurse smiled with her usual warm expression that intimidated the two, particularly Ferham as Cinnamon lowered the gravity a bit more and headed towards her, her cock swaying underneath her heavy belly.

“H-hey, what do you two think you’re doing?” Berkana spluttered, although she knew she wanted it even more than those two did. Marino gently pushed Berkana over onto her belly, then hopped up behind her, nearly floating in the air from the near zero gravity, “What do you think y-ooOOOOHHH!”

Berkana let out a guttural moan as her ravenous pussy, already sopping wet from anticipation, had its first taste of cock, namely Marino’s as she grabbed her by the shoulders and began to pump in and out, Marino grunting and gasping as she felt vivid male pleasure rush through her systems.

“What’re you waiting for?” Ferham snapped, no longer pretending otherwise. “Hurry up and give it to me! I command you! Please!”

Her begging made Cinnamon considerably pound her as hard as she could, Ferham’s eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she began to bounce slightly from the low gravity and Cinnamon’s force, Marino and Cinnamon gasping and groaning alongside their partners as the futas overwhelmed the prisoners with pleasure.

“Ah, ah!” Ferham moaned, her tongue hanging out and her expression that of pure horny bliss. “Harder mistress, harder!”

Cinnamon was too mindless with lust to process that, her breasts spurting out milk while the pleasure made Ferham’s desperately-in-need-of-milking breasts shoot out thick streams, Berkana letting out a high pitched moan and following suit, splattering Ferham with milk shooting further than usual thanks to the gravity and making a mess of all four of them once they were all lactating freely. Finally, pussies and cocks slick and fit to burst, Cinnamon and Marino orgasmed alongside their partners, painting Berkana and Ferham’s insides white before slowly pulling out with a wet schlick, leaving the two to slowly slide off and sink to the ground, their cocks going flaccid, all four exhausted by their lovemaking, the prisoners obediently resting with dopey smiles of satisfaction on their faces covered in milk an cum while Cinnamon and Marino waddled over to each other, then snuggled up on the milk-coated ground.

“Have I ever told you how cute you are?” Marino said breathlessly, Cinnamon giggling adorably.

“Maybe just a few times.”



“I should tell you how sexy you are more often while I'm at it. I don’t suppose I could convince you to work less and spend more time at home with me, so I don’t have to come out here again? Although I don’t think I’d mind it with those two here…”