quatrains | baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

baby you're the highlight of my lowlife

It's a half hour drive from the main city to his farm. The whole way He Ming keeps up conversation, chatting about anything and everything. He talks briefly of his research but keeps the focus on Ilima, asking him about his profession as a Trial Captain and inquiring closely about his team.

Finally, perhaps after Ilima is already tired of He Ming's incessant desire to socialize, he pulls into a driveway between a large barn and a smaller shed. This close, it's easy to hear the lowing of Miltanks and to see the Ponytas in a large enclosure in the field. "We're here!" he announces. Hopping out of his side of the truck, He Ming beckons for Ilima to follow him to the shed.

"We'll get started in here." He flicks on a light switch as they enter. There are no windows, but the single room is spacious, containing equipment that ranges from farm hardware to looking distinctly medical. "Could you get undressed and hop up onto that bench for me, please?"

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"Oh... about fifteen minutes." The Growlithe tugs from time to time, testing its knot. He Ming scratches behind its ears, trying to keep it from pulling too hard and hurting Ilima. "Then we'll move you to the incubation stall to make sure your new pups grow nice and strong."

Having good Growlithe pups result from this experiment will be an excellent sign for his compounds.

The tugging causes Ilima to make choked noises, surprised each time the Growlithe tests its knot. He breathes heavily, not from pain, since it didn't pull too hard, but from arousal. Eventually, once the Pokemon stops, he calms down, able to focus and digest what He Ming said.

"Mm. Just one more question: how long will the gestation period be?" he asks, wondering if it'd be akin to a Pokemon's.

"A while. That's part of the experiment." He Ming pats Ilima's shoulder, then moves his hand lower over his back and the curve of his ass. There are a few light scratches from Growlithe that will fade, in time.

"Don't worry about it. We'll keep you safe."

Ilima nods, relaxing at the touch. It's reassuring to him. He doesn't think twice about him moving his hand lower, though he does tighten up slightly, quick to force himself to relax so the Growlithe isn't uncomfortable.

"Thank you. That's very reassuring," he says, smiling somewhat. He has no reason not to trust the facility and the researchers in it, and even if he had, it'd have been too late. Ilima only sees a professional environment, after all. He waits until the Growlithe's knot starts to lessen in swelling, relaxing more as the minutes go by.

"Great." He Ming smiles and stands up. He busies himself with cleaning up his materials and preparing the next set of injections. When the Growlithe's knot finally shrinks down, it pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky come along Ilima's taint and balls. Having satisfied itself, the Growlithe trots off to shake out his fur.

He Ming returns the Growlithe to its Pokeball after it finishes stretching. "Back in you go," he mutters, and goes to Ilima. After unbuckling the straps he gives Ilima an encouraging pat on the hindquarters. "To the barn. C'mon!"

( ooc: Sorry for the delay! RL stuff came up, I hope you don't mind this tag being so late!! )

It feels strange to suddenly have nothing inside of him, and for some reason, he misses it. He tries not to think about it too much, not wanting to mess with any of the procedures. A rational part of him says he's not supposed to be enjoying it so much - this is research.

The pat to his behind should have been taken as somewhat dehumanizing, but that doesn't register. It feels good, like he's done a properly good job, like a Pokemon. Ilima gets up obediently, nodding and following He Ming like a Lillipup.

( ooc: np! )

He Ming can see semen dripping out of Ilima, a bit even making it to the floor. He lets it be until they make it to the other stall, however.

It's really more of a kennel, with a barred door that swings open and a low ceiling. He Ming nudges Ilima to spread his legs so he can be wiped clean before letting him in through the door. The floor is smooth concrete and the only furniture inside is a circular plush pad for a bed and a bottle of water attached to the wall with a tube extending from the bottom to be suckled from.

He Ming locks the cage door behind him.

"I'll come back in a few minutes with food," he says. "If you feel anything strange... don't worry about it! The first few hours are the worst."

His previous subjects underwent the more rapid changes immediately after their first breeding. Permanent anal wetness, swelling of the breasts as milk developed, and less and less interest in leaving the farm were the most common effects. He Ming will use the cameras in the room to record what happens to Ilima while he's gone.

Ilima allows himself to be cleaned, though he would have much rather keep the semen still dripping out of him. He already has a craving for more of it, but that's something he's keeping quiet for now. Really, he should've questioned why he wanted more, but he doesn't. Just like he doesn't question the kennel that's to be his temporary home.

He nods, getting on the floor and moving to sit on his bed. Feeling strange is an understatement. His chest is tender, and he feels over himself as he notices he isn't as flat as he should be. The change is subtle at first, but he can feel them steadily getting bigger, causing some slight pain. Ilima still feels wet, too, and he wonders if that's ever going to go away.

These things should've been scaring him out of continuing the research, even if it's too late. He doesn't seem to want out, though, instead taking the changes in stride as he goes to drink some water. He wraps his mouth around the tube and sucks, drinking his fill before settling back on his bed. He opts to lay down as his chest continues to feel swollen, tender, and even tingly. His hips continue to shape themselves, body gradually filling out.

After only a few minutes, He Ming returns to the kennel with a bowl full of dry bits of condensed food, packed down to include all the nutrition and vitamins that he needs during the pregnancy.

"I'm back." He Ming laces his fingers through the bars, smiling at Ilima. "I brought you your dinner."

It's getting late in the evening. He Ming wants to inspect him again, but he also wants to make sure that Ilima isn't nervous or afraid, which he's worried might negatively impact the Growlithe pups. For now he pushes the dish through the flap in the kennel door and watches carefully.

"Ah, thank you," Ilima says, his politeness having not gone away completely just yet. He waits for the food, and at first he takes a bite with his fingers, eating properly. It isn't the most convenient way of eating, though, and he soon abandons that way of eating. He leans down and eats out of the dish much like a Growlithe would, body lowered. Ilima eats like that until he's full, wiping his mouth.

He gets comfortable again, looking at He Ming from behind the bars. Glancing down at his body briefly, he looks a bit concerned. "I know you said not to worry about it if I feel strange, but... will the discomfort lessen at least?"

There's no mention of him wanting to quit. He's relaxed and complacent, all things considered.

After Ilima's had his fill, He Ming starts to reach through the flap to retrieve the bowl before he's stopped by the question.

"It should stop in an hour or two. Does it hurt?" He can see that Ilima's body shape has changed beyond even the slight alterations during the breeding session. His hips are wider to ease birth, his chest is developing milk and swelling as a result, and even his thighs are slightly more full. With a slight frown on his face He Ming opens the kennel door and gestures for Ilima to crawl further out so he can be inspected.

He's still wearing surgical gloves, and the way he handles Ilima's body isn't much different from how he first gave him a physical exam. The only difference is that He Ming presses his fingers into Ilima's slick asshole, fingers probing inside of his passage.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"A little. It's nothing too painful," he says, not wanting to cause any concern. Ilima crawls out, remaining on his hands and knees. He gasps as he feels He Ming's fingers press inside. It's just what his body wants; he pulls him in even more and lets out a shuddering breath. There's a deep-seeded want to continue to be bred, something he's not fully aware of.

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, head hanging low. "It feels good." Blood is already flowing south, his voice breathy as he enjoys the fingers inside of him. Ilima presses back slightly, completely distracted from the discomfort he'd been feeling.

Seeing Ilima's cock harden, He Ming is struck by an idea. He hadn't given his prior subjects any enrichment toys, but perhaps it'd be a good choice.

"Wait here for a moment." He Ming pats Ilima's head with his clean hand and leaves him in the room outside of his kennel. He returns only a few minutes later holding a small rubber toy, just large enough to be used as a dildo and flared at the base so it won't slip fully inside.

Ilima nods and waits patiently, not moving from his spot outside the kennel. He perks up once He Ming returns, looking at the toy in his hand. It'll be of some relief, which he's thankful for, though it's not exactly what he wants.

"That will help with the, ah... cravings?" he asks sheepishly. That's really what it feels like, like an itch he can't scratch. He hopes it isn't something that'll be constant.

"It'll be something," He Ming replies. "I'm not sure how long your 'cravings' will last."

To demonstrate how the toy is to be used He Ming presses it against his hole. It slips in easily with the amount of lubrication he's now producing. Using his free hand to hold onto Ilima's now more generous hips, He Ming thrusts the toy in and out of him a few times.

"Is that better?" he asks. "I'll leave you with it. I can't give you anything bigger, though... the pups will be grown in a few days."

Ilima moans as He Ming guides the toy inside of him. He presses back to get the most of the sensation, hand pressed to keep the toy as far as it'll go. He moves it once He Ming stops, nodding his head to his question.

"Much... better," he gasps, though the size is much to be desired. The explanation makes sense, so he doesn't complain. Ilima only groans louder the faster he moves the toy, ignoring everything else in favor of feeling pleasure. Breathing heavily, he thrusts the toy in and out with ease, making him shake and whine.

"Great. I can't stay the whole night with you, though!" He Ming lets Ilima handle it on his own, for a few seconds, watching with ill-disguised interest. Shouldn't a person be embarrassed by acting like this?

"You hold onto that, and I'll see you in the morning," he says after another moment. It will only be a few days before the Growlithe pups come to term, and he wants to be well energized for that event.

"A-all right! Thank you!" Ilima rasps, much too into what he's doing to really stop. He does pause in order to get back into his kennel, where he continues to fuck himself with the toy until he's satisfied. It's only until he comes is he happy, and he sleeps the rest of the night peacefully.

Once morning comes, he stretches out on his pillow, already feeling hungry. He sips from the bottle to quench his thirst in the meantime, waiting patiently for He Ming to arrive.

He Ming has a farm to run. Though his own Pokemon are helpful and the farm isn't that large in the grand scheme of things, it's a sizable operation for one person to work on.

The sun is fully risen by the time he comes to Ilima's kennel with a fresh dish of food cubes.

"Good morning!" Smiling, He Ming comes up to the door and crouches down to check on his subject. Ilima's thighs and ass are somewhat more rounded out than even yesterday night, and his small breasts are beginning to swell with more milk in preparation for his pups.

The treatment is working excellently. He pushes the dish of food through the flap for Ilima, reaching through the bars to ruffle his hair gently as he eats.

Ilima is happy to have food given to him and he quickly sets to work on eating, not trying to make a mess. He's pretty good about it, eating as neatly as one can out of a bowl much like a domesticated Pokemon. The petting is soothing and only serves to put him more at ease rather than deter him, and he eats his fill, wiping his mouth after.

After he's finished, he starts to lactate for the first time, and he looks down in surprise as milk comes out. It leaves him feeling tender and he doesn't dare to touch his breasts, looking up at He Ming through the bars with curious eyes.

"Is this normal?" he asks, unsure of what to do.

With his hand still between the bars, he reaches for Ilima's chest, touching one of his nipples with his fingertips. "It's a little early," He Ming comments. "But it's normal. You have to wean your pups before they move onto solid food."

Concentrating, He Ming squeezes Ilima's nipple and pulls once, producing a small spurt of milk.

"...hm. I'll put you on the milking machine," he decides. "Come along."

He opens the kennel door, stepping out of the way and gesturing for Ilima to follow him towards another side of the barn.

Ilima flinches as his nipple is squeezed, the sensation sending a jolt through him. He wipes his nipple, then coming out of the kennel to follow He Ming. His belly is beginning to take shape now that the pups are growing. He puts his hand on it absentmindedly, curious as to what the milking machine will be like.

He Ming takes him back to the bench. A few feet away, the system of tubing and vacuum is lying inert for now. The milking machine is as clean and well-maintained as all of He Ming's other equipment, metal gleaming dully as he pulls it over on its wheels before locking it in place.

"Up," He Ming says, patting the bench. "Scoot forward. I need your teats over the edge so I can attach these, okay?"

Ilima gets up on the bench as directed, scooting forward with his breasts hanging over the edge. He looks over, letting He Ming do what he needs to do. He's eager to help out, wanting to do what he tells him to do.

"Like this?" he asks, relaxing now that he's in position.

His breasts aren't very large yet, maybe a small handful. He Ming eyes them, trying to decide if the suction cups will attach properly.

Ah, Ilima's talking to him. "Yes, like that. Good boy." Murmuring more soft reassurances, He Ming strokes his hair as he gets some warm water from the faucet on the wall and a soft washcloth to wipe his skin clean. The suction cups are attached to one nipple at a time, each latching on with a soft hiss of vacuum pressure.

When he puts his Miltanks on milking machines, he has to restrain their heads so they don't try to pull free and accidentally hurt themselves. He Ming waits until he sees milk going through the clear tubing before he gets up, deciding not to strap Ilima down because of his belly beginning to grow.

"I'll leave you on this for ten minutes," he says, and turns the dial on the milking machine. Immediately it whirs loudly, the intensity of the suction increasing on Ilima's breasts. Rhythmic pulsations of the vacuum force draw milk from him into the reservoir of the machine. It isn't supposed to hurt, but it's also meant for use on large Miltanks.

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