All it had taken was a return visit to the restaurant that had opened her world. Timing things just right, Jessica had weaved her way right back into having her table attended by the same cute waitress that had been there on the night she met Alysa.




A chance to ride on the emotional thrill, take a leap, and see if her luck and charm held out.




Given she was now b

“Splicing complete. Subject will be ready for implanting momentarily.”




Alysa took in a long breath, brushing along her rich red bangs with final apprehension. Lord Kallig’s warnings were clear enough, and what she had heard in whispers from other followers of Darth Zash had pointed her towards an inkling of the trap awaiting her.


It was still all a gamble. The unusual n

Jessica’s excitement was running high as she paced around the small waiting room before the theater. It had a live feed of the viewing gallery, which was already beginning to populate with feminine students, guided in by Felicity.




Alice in the meantime was tenderly caressing around, touching Jessica all over while planting little kisses around her face and neck.

Seeing as she was due to birth her occupant within the hour, Jessica simply had her clothes and underwear collected by the laundry cart. For the next while, she was donned in a comfortable green silk bathrobe, tied in a way to show off generous cleavage all the way down to her navel. Proudly drawing attention to the curve below as she walked the halls barefoot.




Further into the ward, it shifted from the more typical hospital lay

There was a comfortable warmth in many ways that greeted Jessica as she entered the ‘Womb Withdrawal’ wing of the organization’s main base for the first time. Smiles, waves, and a perpetual feeling of maternity throughout.




She had visited rooms near to it before, primarily for gauging the malleability of her vagina and womb, teaching her how to perform umbilical latching, and ways to properly discharge the cum

There was a fair amount of activity at the restaurant that hour. Enough for Jessica to slip in without being noticed. Beyond the typical looks she got anyway.




Intricate braids of hair bounced along her shoulders and dark skin. The black dinner jacket and skirt atop the blue blouse gave that professional look that ensured she was seen as a particular type of person by those around. All business, not all that interested in showing