A.S.S. Part 3
by XXXecil
First Base


The room was buried hundreds of feet below the Earth, in an undisclosed
location. 'The Circus', as it was affectionately dubbed by the workers,
contained a wide variety of freaks, accidents, and biological abominations
that resulted one way or another from the war against the Children of Lilith.
The Agency for Special Security, known as A.S.S. or sometimes just 'The
Agency' was the only force on Earth equipped to deal with the clandestine
beings that lurked in the shadows of human awareness for millennia, the
unwholesome product of Lilith, first wife of Adam, cursed for rebellion, and
expelled from paradise. But she returned in the night, and for 135 years she
took Adam's seed, and with it bred the demons of myth and legend.

There was one demon that walked free, an unholy spawn of Lilith that fed upon
Orgasmic energy as the others did. A creature of terrible power, and a great
threat to mankind. Her name is Scarlet Black, and she is also the best weapon
A.S.S. has at the moment.

The clock-like beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the
hospital-style room. Scarlet examined the display: The nurses were probably
right, his heart rate apparently did increase when she entered the room, even
though Stanley had been unconscious and apparently comatose for seven months.
She had been so foolish; thinking she could control her powers. Believing that
she could restrain the tidal wave of lust that engulfed her whenever a man got
too intimate.

And her raven-black hair and fitness-model figure easily attracted admirers.
Her high-cheeked, aquiline features maintained a valiant effort towards
cheerfulness, as she pretended to talk with Stanley, (sometimes that helps
coma victims) despite the guilt that racked her during these visits. One way
or another, the Demoness within her found a way to destroy any man that got
too close. When men told Scarlet that she was, 'The best they ever had,' she
knew they meant it, they meant it completely.

Stanley and her had been celebrating the capture and containment of a Lamia
that had been ravaging the unsuspecting men of Lower Manhattan for years. But
Stanley refused to believe that the woman he loved was every bit as dangerous
as the sex-demons they hunted. She had lost herself to her demon- half that
night, the result of her accursed, unnatural birth. She called up tremendous
reserves of orgasmic energy, and poor, sweet Stanley was no match. The
pleasure she gave him overwhelmed his mind. Her pumping thighs had electrified
him with so much stimulation, that his nervous system was permanently damaged.
He was plunged into a never-ending cycle of orgasms, each one stronger than
the last. His psyche could not adapt, he slipped away into an abyss of
mind-boggling pleasure. But Stanley was strong and fit, so his heart did not
explode like some of her other conquests. Scarlet began to believe that fate
would have been preferable.

His life was over, he was trapped forever in a mindless prison of orgasms, and
it was only getting worse. The doctors said that an enlarged pleasure center
was taking over most of his higher brain functions, allowing him even more
unbelievable erotic experiences. Scarlet noticed a clicking sound, indicating
that the bag was full. Beside the bed was a small plastic bag of the kind used
by the Red Cross to store blood donations. Only now, it was filled with a
pearly white fluid, with a clear tube attached to Stanley's member. The
doctors also said that his sperm production was unlike anything ever seen
before, and increasing constantly. It was only a little after 12 o'clock, and
he had already filled his first bag. In addition, he had maintained an
erection for seven months straight, and if anything, he was only getting
bigger. The Agency had decided to donate the massive amounts of his ejaculate
to fertility clinics, in so doing 'turning Lemons into Lemonade'. These
clinics were quite pleased, Stanley's sperm cells swam faster, and were far
more resilient than that of any man they'd ever seen.

Smart and witty Stanley was gone. Charming and urbane Stanley was gone. Gone
because of her, and her supernatural sex-drive. Scarlet had used her powers to
destroy a horde of LilithSpawn over the years, for the sake of humanity, but
would she ever have a place in the human family? All she could do now was
strengthen her resolve, and prove her loyalty beyond reproach. She stood, but
hesitated due to a tingling sensation in her breasts. Her colleagues at A.S.S.
knew she had Demonic genes, but most of them didn't know just how dangerous
she could be. Her sensible, C-cup breasts began to throb, and expand with
orgasmic energy. A tiny mole between her breasts began to radiate heat. She
clutched her bosom in annoyance, hoping they wouldn't get past DD cups, and
she knew that something unusual was occurring nearby. Her breasts began to
draw upon the natural, orgasmic energy field encircling the Earth in response
to intense, sexual activity involving supernatural beings. She looked around
in confusion, but then she smelled it; her pussy had begun to fill the air
with her own blend of attractant hormones, NO! Damn it! She had to act
quickly, if any man happened to pass by, he might smell the aroma she exuded
from her crotch, becoming consumed with lust. It was so embarrassing! She
sprayed the most powerful perfume she had up her skirt; that usually covered
up her lusty scent.

Stanley began quivering and gurgling, his cock became harder, and straighter
than usual, and Scarlet had to replace his bag as quickly as possible to
contain his explosion of sperm. She hoped she couldn't do him anymore harm.
But just in case, she decided to cut short her visit. But something told her
she should investigate this new source of sexual excitement. Just then, the
Yellow Alert sounded through the complex! One of their sister-offices must be
in trouble!

She glanced down at her tingling cleavage. Good, she hadn't grown any larger
than a D. Unless she wanted to burst out of her clothing again, (Luckily she
had made to the Ladies' Room quick enough last time) She'd better neutralize
this orgy (or whatever it was) quickly. She hoped their would be no more
'accidents', Her co-workers had to believe that she was more human than
LilithSpawn! That was the only way they would accept her. But sadly, she
feared that was not at all true.

Many Miles away, and hundreds of feet below the Earth, the alarm resounded
throughout the Paranormal Containment facility. As the staff struggled to
identify the source of the security breach, Only the two figures in the
Interrogation Bay maintained their calm. One was a 20-something Man dressed in
an expensive suit and tie, yet covered in a transparent, sealed suit with a
respirator mask and oxygen tank. The other was what appeared to be a luscious
young woman, between the ages of 19 and 25, with shoulder-length, coppery
hair, the face of a sweet, college co-ed, naked breasts the size of
basketballs, and a swollen belly large enough to hold a child in its ninth
month. The woman was strapped to a metal chair with her hands clamped behind
her back by blocky, metal restraints. Similar restraints enveloped her feet.
Plastic tubes connected to robotic arms had fastened suction-cups to her
super-ripe mammaries, to suck up the vast volume of breast milk she spurted
forth. Her belly rippled slightly.

"So what's your name, Sweetcheeks?" the woman asked with a coy smile. She had
to raise her voice a little to speak over the chugging sound of the pumps as
they funneled away her impossible quantity of juice.

"You can call me Reilly." The man responded.

"You sure? That doesn't sound like a Russian name at all." Her violet eyes
twinkled.

'WHAT!? Impossible!' The Man thought. 'My English is perfect! I have no
accent! I thought of everything! How could she know?!?' Only his years of
training prevented his shock from registering on his face.

"Don't worry about it," said the gushing woman. She had given up on the
prospect of squirting him, so her lactation started to taper off, until her
lovely mounds were secreting only slightly more milk than an average dairy
cow. "You have a good cover, but when you've been around the bend as often as
me, you learn a few tricks. A normal human won't notice anything wrong with
you." Mr. 'Reilly' overcame his shock, but he knew to regard this creature
with absolute caution. His cover had fooled the best C.I.A. agents, but this
being had seen through him with ease, probably from the beginning. Her
personality was puzzling; she moved from shallow flirtation to proclamations
of supreme wisdom and power in a breath. He suspected she would be insane by
human standards. He tried to ignore her constantly swelling womb, which was
straining the thin fabric of the mini-skirt she'd been wearing. He opened his
mouth to speak, but she interrupted him.

"Hey Reilly! Aren't you wondering what's going on with my belly? Why I'm
swelling up bigger than a beach-ball?" she smiled luxuriously, the lactation
and/or her supernatural pregnancy seemed to be filling her with erotic
pleasure.

"I've been briefed about the experiments you've been conducting on yourself. I
know what you're trying to do, and I have a proposition for you." He was as
business-like as he felt was possible when confronted with a pregnant woman
strapped to a chair while spewing milk from her basketball- sized breasts.
Well, they actually seemed to be approaching the size of watermelons now.
"However, before I make my offer, I'm going to wait to see the results of your
gestation." The inhuman creature groaned as her massive womb finally tore
through the remains of her skirt. It didn't surprise Reilly that LilithSpawn
wore neither bras nor underwear. Her massive belly pulsed with alien life,
whatever it was germinating inside her ballooning flesh, it could not be even
remotely human. It became difficult to see her fine-featured face over the
creamy swell of titanic tits.

"While we're waiting for my bun to leave the oven," cooed the demoness as she
writhed in her constraints, "why don't you rip off these stupid cups and start
suckling my jugs yourself?"

"Perhaps some other time."

By now, the demon womb could easily hold a bean-bag chair, the skin totally
smooth, absolutely flawless. Reily couldn't help but notice that there was no
trace of a navel. The mighty sphere jiggled, pulsed, and jerked. They both
knew it was time. With a groaning roar, the LilithSpawn began to spread her
thighs, working to expel the..whatever the hell it was that she had been
impregnated with.

A slurping pop heralded the arrival of the head of the new life. A large head,
covered with dark hair. As the abomination emerged from the throbbing womb,
Reily saw that it seemed to already be an adult! A woman, a woman with
blood-red skin slithered into the light. She was lithe, slender, and already
very mature. The massive girth of the demon's belly enabled her spawn to
mature completely while still inside. The new being had a horrible beauty;
skin redder than the sky at dusk, silky black hair, ample figure and..yes, a
pair of bat-like wings unfolded from her muscled back. The Thing cried out in
exultation, or maybe it was pain..yes..it was a cry of pain! The red
demonspawn clutched her D-cup breasts, quivering and moaning, before she could
scream, a strange gurgle emanated from her throat. And then...

Reily blinked several times, wondering if his career of constant danger had
finally driven him mad, the creature had exploded! Burst apart in an instant!
The newborn demon dissolved in a splattering pile of what appeared to be
breast milk! The creamy remains oozed across the tiled floor. The new mother
could not hide her disappointment.

"Not again!" she groaned as her belly returned to normal. Her breasts remained
the same, however. They hung off her slender frame like pale, leaky
watermelons. Reily smiled knowingly.

"Your organization has accomplished a lot, but most of your reproductive
experiments end like that. For decades, you and your sisters have delved into
the sciences of genetics and embryology, hoping to duplicate in your selves
what humans have by nature." The violet eyes of the demon were fixed intently
upon him.

"Your kind lives forever, but you cannot reproduce on your own. Thousands of
years of sex, but your supernatural biology does not allow fertilization by
any human. Now that science has given Man the power to destroy you, your days
maybe numbered unless you solve this problem.

We've been following your many, many experiments on pregnancy and gestation.
You alone could probably write a textbook on genetic engineering, yet still
you cannot breed your own kind. Only Lilith could birth new demons, and she
was destroyed thousands of years ago. Merging human genetic material with your
own DNA, or whatever the hell it is you've got, won't work. I've seen the data
on Lyse Reynolds; she has impressive powers, but there's every indication that
she will someday age and die. She's still too human to be of much use to you."

Reily crossed his hands behind his back. "My organization offers you a
solution. We shall give you the ability to breed true, to reproduce your own
kind, and you shall assist us in turn." That got a rise out the creature. Her
eyes began to glow with a flaming red radiance, the air around her seemed to
darken, when she spoke, her voice was deep and thunderous, resonating like an
explosion through the chamber.

"THE FOOL HUMAN DARES BELIEVE HE COULD KNOW SOMETHING WE DO NOT!!? I HAVE
FORGOTTEN MORE KNOWLEDGE THAN YOU COULD EVER LEARN, AND YET YOU PRESUME THE
ABILITY TO SOLVE OUR DILEMMA!!? NONSENSE!! THE NUMBER OF LANGUAGES I SPEAK IS
GREATER THAN YOUR AGE, HUMAN!! IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO SUCCEED WHERE WE
HAVE FAILED!! I WILL FORGIVE YOUR IMPERTINENCE, BUT ONLY IF YOU KNEEL BEFORE
ME IMMEDIATELY, PLACE YOUR LIPS UPON MY DEMONIC NIPPLES AND SUCK!! YOU SHALL
THEN SLAM MY MOIST PUSSY WITH YOUR THROBBING COCK!! ONLY THEN SHALL I SPARE
YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!!!!" Reilly had been briefed to expect that kind of
change, his face registered no fear.

"Yes, your kind has always underestimated us. As tempting as your demands are,
I think there's a more productive use of my time. You believe that no human
could know what you do not? Let's test that theory, shall we? Computer,
activate video archive file REILLY ONE." One of the dormant video screens in
the interrogation chamber clicked on. It showed a small facility deep in the
woods. The scene shifted to the interior, where dozens of naked women no older
than 30 were strapped down on white pallets, groaning with ecstasy as plastic
tubes pumped something deep into their vaginas. A woman could be seen in a
nearby room, she had an athletic figure, C-cup breasts, and black hair. She
was diligently punching buttons on a computer terminal.

"Here's our good friend Ms. Scarlet Black again. She's downloading the entire
database concerning your artificial womb experiments from your secret facility
in the Colorado Rockies." Glowing red eyes darkened back to their former
color. The demoness momentarily forgot her lusty command. The Sisters had no
idea this project was compromised. The scene shifted again.

On the screen was the wreckage of a black airplane on fire. "The U.S. Federal
Government believes that it lost a Stealth Bomber a few years ago from weapons
fire in the Bosnia region. But you and I both know that the evidence was
forged, the press deceived, and the real bomber was stolen in a brilliant
operation on the part of the Daughters of Lilith." The scene shifted, showing
Scarlet again. She was underneath a stealth bomber, attaching a tiny needle to
an exposed power cable.

"We know all about your 'secret' plan to detonate a pheromone bomb over
Washington using this craft. We know the names of your Sisters on the ground
and their orders to mate with every male member of the legislature during the
attack, filling them with so much lust that they become helpless sex-slaves,
who will follow your every command. The device Scarlet planted enables A.S.S.
to intercept control of the bomber, and direct both it and the pilot to this
facility for containment at our leisure." The demoness was noticeably
agitated. "And I even know your name, except that in order to pronounce it
properly, I'd have to swallow my own penis. But your sisters call you
Fellatia, for short."

"Well, well. The human is quite pleased with himself, isn't he?" spat the now
named demoness. "You have no idea how far our tentacles already reach. I grow
weary of your arrogance. If you don't wish to anger me further, you will
forget all your pathetic little plans, pull down your pants and let me live up
to my name." Her colossal breasts seemed to quiver in anticipation, and her
now exposed pussy began to pulsate rapidly.

"It's always about sex with you, isn't it?" Reilly said with mild annoyance.

"After Four thousand years, you'd think I'd get tired of it, but no." replied
Fellatia. "If anything, I'm even hornier today than I was back in the glory
days of Ancient Egypt. Mmmm.those were good times." Her breasts jiggled, as
though they remembered orgies long past. The scene shifted again, displaying a
bright, cheerful office with little teddy bears on the sign. 'Felicia's Day
Care' the sign read. "Your home movies don't interest me, Reilly. I want
nothing more than to screw you, escape the Bat Cave here, and go back to
seducing federal judges.

"It's terribly unfair: that body condom of yours protects you from the scent
I'm putting out, and it also suppresses your natural male sex drive." She
shakes her head in annoyance. "Your dick won't escape me forever!"

"On the contrary, I think you'll be very interested in what we've been able to
uncover about your operation in Baltimore. We'll discuss the fate of my dick
later. Since you're still not impressed, I'm going to discuss in graphic
detail the inner workings of this most delicate of clandestine experiments
you've been conducting." And Reilly began to tell his tale of Felicia's Day
Care center.

It was naptime at last. Actually, naptime came with unusual frequency at this
particular day care center. But the psychotropic drugs they gave the children
were designed to be nearly impossible to trace. Ms. Sunshine smiled widely as
the children settled into their little sleeping mats. Then, the ventilation
system hissed as the gas flooded the room. The children were rapidly
incapacitated, but Ms. Sunshine, with her bee-hive hairdo stood there smiling,
fully exposed to the gas. It seemed to have no effect on her.

She grabbed a little black boy and a cute little red-haired girl in either
arm, and she walked perkily into the boys bathroom. A panel in the wall slid
open, and Ms. Sunshine carried the toddlers into a dark, smooth chamber of
cold walls and bizarre equipment.

Mandy awoke some time later, she cried out in fright as she found herself
floating in a clear, glass tank! She had a mask on her face that let her
breathe, but she struggled impotently to escape from the strange, white
liquid. Was it milk? Mandy only knew that she was afraid. But she felt a
strange tingling all over. Just then, a bad mean robot arm grabbed Mandy.
Mandy was afraid. Then she felt a sharp prick! Just like when mommy made her
get her flu shot last week. But this was a bad shot; Mandy was sure. She
looked over and saw Robbie.

Little Robbie faded in and out of consciousness, he remembered seeing what he
thought was Ms. Sunshine as he woke up. She shook free her blond hair, ripped
off her business dress, and librarian glasses, and her perky breasts began to
expand rapidly and enormously. Soon, massive mammaries the diameter of car
tires swung free. Ms. Sunshine's eyes began to glow with a fiery red light.
She gazed at Robbie with a hard, appraising stare, as though she was choosing
a steak from the supermarket. She pressed a button on the wall, and eerie,
emerald green lights coruscated across little Robbie's body. He whined and
moaned, unable to remain awake. When next he awoke, Ms. Sunshine had grabbed
him, and she held him towards her massive tit.

Robbie was confused. Wow, Ms. Sunshine had really big boobies! She put her
nipple in his mouth. But he could tell she didn't really like him the way
Mommy did. Her nipples were as long as the crayons he colored with! (*GULP*)
Ms. Sunshine was feeding him milk from her boobies!! Mmmm.it tasted So good!
But Robbie felt strange, soon he fell asleep again.

Luna monitored her instruments carefully. The control panel was specially
designed, the circuits and software were arranged to prevent a short- circuit
from a constant dripping of breast milk. Still, the technology that went into
creating this software would make Bill Gates drool with envy. She and Fellatia
could monitor millions of chemical reactions, as they stood naked in the
control room, the blinking lights reflecting brightly off of their pristine
navel-less bodies. Waiting until the time was right. Yes.that's it. Telomere
manipulators were at optimal capacity..Catalytic enzymes were at maximum
concentration. Now!

Fellatia turned on a small fan in the wall, squatted over, and began spraying
her pheromones into the fan, to be dispersed throughout the chamber with the
sleeping kids. The changes occurred almost instantly. Before Mandy was fully
awake, her clothes began to tighten. Every cell in her 4-year old body
exploded with energy! Innumerable chemical reactions accelerated millions of
times over! Muscles began to ripple and tighten, hormones flooded her flesh,
as the years seemed to shoot forward! Her throbbing flesh compressed years of
growth into a few short seconds of hyper-maturation. Eight...Ten..Fifteen..
Her mass doubled, bones bending and stretching as billions of cell divisions
occurred simultaneously! Sensations flooded her toddler mind, sensations she
could neither understand nor control. Soon, her biological age had been
multiplied at least six times over, but that was not enough.

The hormonal side-effects of the process were formidable, her body soon
transcended the dimensions of normal womanhood! Even Luna was impressed, as
Mandy's breasts exploded to a size close to her own! Her 'Hello Kitty' shirt
was rended in three places at once, no fabric made could hope to contain those
volcanic tits! Her little blue jeans had torn asunder long ago. But her hips,
they became absurdly huge, and gigantic butt-cheeks flared behind her like
beach-balls! Her fertile, freckled body glistened in the fluorescent light,
and her childish mind did not yet understand that her new body served only one
purpose; birthing demonic offspring!

Children usually made the best test subjects, their minds were so malleable,
so young, that it was 'child's play' to erase from their memories these
experiments. Anything they did remember later in life was always blamed on
some abusive stepparent. Luna laughed with glee! Look, Robbie had awakened!
The little black child was now a brutishly strong, bearded man of around 27 or
so. His young mind was clouded with confusion, he did not understand why his
pee-pee had gotten sooooo big, and sooooo hard! The grown-up woman with him
seemed..good, for some reason. Robbie's body wanted him to do things, things
he didn't understand. But instinct at last took over.

The two surged towards each other, hands exploring adult bodies, caressing
flawless, mature flesh. Red hair flowed into Robbie's face as he explored
those impossible boobies! So big, so soft, like wonderful pillows, yet sleep
was the last thing on Robbie's mind.

It was a raw, animal mating. Robbie took Mandy from behind, in front, and
upside down. The sensations from these adult bodies was beyond belief! The
feel of Mandy's grinding hips was waaaay better than candy! Load after load
filled The girl/woman's womb. They would be at it for awhile. Fellatia and
Luna examined the other candidates. Six other similar couples were groping,
fondling, and thrusting away as the innocent lovers discovered the joys of
adult genitalia.

With a throaty groan, Mandy knew that something had changed deep within her.
What started out as butterflies in her stomach soon became a swollen feeling.
Robbie was oblivious, and simply kept on thrusting. "She's starting to pop,
excellent!" Cooed Fellatia.

"Hmm. I think I'd better give Robbie something else to think about," said
Luna, as she opened the window, and leapt into the mating chamber. Robbie felt
a tingling sensation as something wet landed on his shoulder. He looked up
from his thrustings.

"M-Ms. Sunshine?" his surprised voice was deep and sonorous.

"Hot for the teacher, Robbie?" cooed Luna as she caressed her dribbling
glands.

'So many boobies, so little time.' Thought Robbie as he surged forwards.

"It's just like you to leave me with all the real work." Complained Fellatia
as Luna was filled to overflowing.

"(GRUNT), just wait, (UNGGH!) Mandy's dad..(YAAH!!) Comes early.He's a s-
single father. Be here in 10 minutes, (HUUNN!!) Go bust his balls!" commanded
Luna, as her inviting womb was rocked again and again by Robbie's vigorous
member.

"I'd almost forgotten!" cried Fellatia, as she scampered away to ambush
Mandy's dad, to turn him into a lust-obsessed sex-slave. As her statuesque,
naked body tingled with invigoration at the chance to mate, her bosom seemed
to rise to the occasion, and milk began to gather in droplets atop her
hardening nipples. Luna knew beyond any doubt that the man's fate was sealed.

Mandy had stopped trying to make sense of things. She was lost, lost in total
instinct. She moaned wordlessly as she felt the expansion begin. Right below
her navel, the swelling started. Months of gestation flew past, as her womb
began to inflate with a cargo of fecundity. She caressed her swelling belly,
it grew in jerks and spurts, while the hormones began to wash through her
bloodstream.

Mandy collapsed upon her shapely tush, she writhed with incoherent passion as
the fiery heat raged within her groin. Each surge of fertile inflation
elicited a feral snarl from her moist lips. Her young mind, already taxed
beyond its comprehension, snapped. She grunted and squirmed as her belly
filled with young. By the time her navel had popped out, she had become a
creature of pure, animal instinct; a hapless brood mare, with no thought or
desire except to mate and breed.

The first time she was only the size of a beach-ball when the contractions
started. In seconds, her pumping hips had churned out a healthy baby boy.
Well, if glowing red eyes is a sign of health. Seconds later, another
child..no two.no.

Siamese Twin Girls! The infants were joined at the chest! Guided by primal
urges, Mandy grasped up the infants, and deluged them with bursts of milk from
her pumpkin-sized tits. The infants slurped and gulped greedily. In seconds,
the black science employed by the Daughters of Lilith took effect. The infants
seemed to radiate a faint glow as the growth began. The proportions of a baby
changed to the proportions of a child, as all of them were caught in a
hyper-prodigious growth spurt. The baby boy, with mocca- colored skin, soon
rose in stature to the height of an adolescent. The girls' body(ies) spasmed
and jerked as their rapidly maturing flesh rocketed into adulthood.

The girls had their father's dark hair, their mother's freckled complexion,
and the glowing fire in their eyes of LilithSpawn. Two sets of shapely legs,
yet their torso was joined, each with an arm on the outer side, and a central
rack of four spectacular, very adult breasts. With no knowledge, no
experience, all the offspring had was raw, sexual instinct. The young male,
now approaching a biological age of 25, sniffed the air instinctively, then
shambled over to Luna, and positioned himself behind her demonic derriere. The
male did not understand what it was doing, but he had no choice but to plunge
his erect member straight into the ass of the blond demoness, all the while
his father continued his own lusty thrusting from the front.

Luna's eyes shown with energy, and her body quivered with pleasure from being
sandwiched between her mates, as both males burst inside her at once, from
opposite directions. The new male disengaged, and heard a throaty, animal
sound. It was Mandy. Her pussy was spasming wildly, and secreting a flood of
juices. The way she bucked her thighs signaled her impatience to be bred
again. It did not matter who her mate was, so long as he was a fertile male.
She grunted with impatience, her primal mind yearned for impregnation. The
male offspring was quick to meet her demands. He fell upon her pale body,
slurping and nibbling. His cock found her anxious canal, and his lips found
her dribbling breasts. The two were united in lust, nothing else existed but
the mating process.

The twins pulled away their father from his previous mate, and smothered him
with their ample rack, he tried as best he could to alternate between the two
pulsing pussies, and fortunately the unholy treatments that gave him this body
also gave him superhuman sexual potency. As the Mating chamber filled with
animal cries, Luna felt a curious stirring as well.

Yes. that was it.the fluttering deep within her own flesh. The demoness felt
the germination of some abominable spawn within her own womb. Ohh yes..! Luna
moaned with delight as she sank to the ground, the better to savor the feel of
her offspring struggling to be born. But then, she noticed. Her violet eyes
opened wide.

The offspring, they were.aging! The young male, once no older than 25, now
appeared to be at least 50. His muscles sagged, his hair grayed, just as he
blasted his load into the womb that gave him birth. The twins, they were
entering middle age as both their bellies swelled with the fruit of their own
father's loins.

"Blast! T-Telomere Cascading," Luna said breathily, as her belly inflated into
her last trimester. "C-can't stop their aging process!" The male, his purpose
in life fulfilled, rose up on shaky, arthritic legs before his body exploded
in a sickening puddle of male semen. The same with the twins: just as they
completed their own pregnancies, their pussies dumped out not a child, but an
awesome load of male sperm. And they too, dissolved into the puddle.
Exhausted, Robbie finally collapsed, as his altered body tried desperately to
maintain itself in the face of these unbelievable demands.

Luna completed her pregnancy first, from her birth canal, two dark-skinned
female infants with blond hair slid forth in rapid succession, just as the
groans from Mandy turned into harsh cries as her body expelled its newest
cargo: A freckled, dark-haired girl with demonic hooves instead of feet. Luna
was about to unleash her milk when her contractions began again. (UNNGH!!)
Wait.no.it's different this time.

Luna's body thrashed as a pale-skinned baby girl slithered out of her ass. Her
butt-cheeks widened as she squeezed out a sibling, a brother. Luna knew that
they had failed to overcome the problem of Telomere Cascading, and that this
ridiculous cycle of birth and incestuous fertilization would not be of
immediate practical value; ohh, but it was such fun! Sadly, all the offspring
conceived would dissolve into sexual fluids within minutes of their birth. As
her breast-milk fed her latest brood, she decided that they would need to keep
Mandy. Since Fellatia had taken care of her only parent, it would be a long
time before anyone asked questions. Her father would come up with some excuse
to explain his daughter's absence; saying anything that would please Fellatia,
after she conquered his mind with her paranormal tits.

Yes, they would keep Mandy. The scans indicated that her estrogen level was
the highest of the bunch, suggesting that she had the greatest breeding
potential. And sometimes the minds of their victims failed to recover from the
transformations inflicted. Mandy would remain here for some time to come as a
brood mare. Her womb would grow a great many experimental offspring as Luna
labored to solve the problem of demonic reproduction.

"Now then," began Reilly after concluding the lurid tale. "If we can discover
such gruesome details concerning one of your most sensitive operations, surely
you can at least entertain the possibility that we have discovered something
you might not have."

"Alright human, say your peace and be done." Sighed Fellatia.

"The first thing we'll do is get you out of here. My other employers want very
much to meet you." Reilly began examining the computer displays.

"That actually doesn't surprise me, but speaking of that, you still haven't
told me what you or your employers hope to accomplish. I'm going to assume
they're interested in something besides my breasts." Purred the sultry
LilithSpawn. And then it happened. Or rather, it didn't happen. The red- alert
lights, which had been blaring constantly in the background, deactivated.

"DAMN! No time to loose! They purged my computer virus much faster than I
anticipated! We'll have to step up the time-table! Computer, Authorization
protocol, FIRST BASE!" Reilly cried out to the Voice activated software in the
interrogation bay. With a clank, the bioelectric restraints that grasped
Fellatia disengaged! With a cry of triumph, the demoness ripped off the
annoying breast-pumps, spurting her cream in a wide arc. Within moments, her
mounds had retracted to mere soccer-ball size, for ease of movement.

"Let's move, Secret-Agent Man!" she leaped to her feet, jiggling with
excitement.

Wasting no time, Reilly ran from the Interrogation bay, Fellatia close behind.
The demons wailed with sadness and jealousy as he passed.

"Don't leave me here alone! All I want is your dick!" wailed Demon Ten. She
brushed aside a lock of red hair as she cried openly, her eyes weeping tears,
her four breasts weeping milk. "Please let me suck you off!" she cried.

"Not this decade!" shouted Fellatia. "His dick is mine!" gloated the
LilithSpawn, who was actually listed in the files as Demon Fourteen. He saw
Demon Six, an olive-skinned woman with vaginas on her cantaloupe-sized breasts
in place of nipples, beat the glass. Reilly almost felt sorry for the lusty
fiends. All they wanted to do was suck his dick. 'Careful with them, remember
the plan!' He said to himself.

As he left the chamber, the door shut behind him as he dashed into a long
corridor. It was time. Luckily, he had compromised the security system of
A.S.S. more thoroughly than they had believed possible.

"Computer! Authorization protocol, SECOND BASE!" he shouted.

"So what's Third base, Hot Pants?" asked the naked demon running behind him.

"The agents of A.S.S. will find out soon enough, much to their dismay." In
accordance with the pre-programmed instructions, the controls in the
Paranormal Detainment bay responded.

A moment later, all fourteen Cells slid open.