Monstrous Fertility: Evolving Expectation

By Lilith Elyon

I’m Lily. At twenty-four, my life is about to change forever.

I’ve spent most of my sheltered existence in the Hierarchy’s Commune. After graduation, I’ll be free to go out into society on one condition: the Hierarchy wants every female to mate with the half-alien monstrous Hybrids and bear dozens of their egg-like offspring.

However, my fears of pregnancy make me reluctant. Never mind because if I mate with a Hybrid, my genes will mutate, and I’ll slowly become like them. That includes developing something new between my legs, and an additional pair of breasts, while losing my unique beauty.

Everyone tells me I should just do it, including my female best-friend-turned-lover, and my new male coworker who’s taken an interest in me. Since my time in the Commune, I have learned to enjoy myself and my newly-enlarged endowments, which just keep getting bigger and more productive, but I’m still not ready to be pregnant.

However, the longer I wait, the more at risk I am of being abducted by the Cult, led by the bloodthirsty Lord Elyon. Despite this, a strong, powerful man like him is exactly what I secretly crave...

Monstrous Fertility: Evolving Expectation is the first full-length novel in Lilith Elyon's Monstrous Fertility series. It is approximately 105,000 words with in-depth worldbuilding, action, and many sexy scenes including mf, ff, and f-futa.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Elyon
• Release date: Jun 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005936655

Lilith Elyon

Lilith Elyon is the author of Monstrous Fertility, a series of erotic novels which feature an epic science-fiction story with horror elements, set in a high-tech, alternate-reality world where aliens and vampires contend for control of humanity’s future.

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Chapter 1: Enhancement Day

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

With a groan, I hit the button on top of the chronometer. The day I’ve been dreading for months is finally here.

The overhead light panels are automatically brightening, but I’m totally exhausted. I roll over, bury my face in my pillow, and try to get a last few minutes of sleep.

To my dismay, I hear my roommate Nova stir in her bed, followed by the quick patter of her bare feet stepping across the laminate floor. Her hands grip my bare shoulders, then shake me vigorously.

"Come on Lily—wake up! Aren’t you excited?"

No.

Why not?

I sigh, and roll over onto my back. "Because I liked how the libido-suppressors let me focus so clearly for the last six years. And I don’t need larger breasts."

"We’ve been lucky, for sure. I can’t imagine how anyone in the old days could finish their education while constantly thinking about sex. The suppressors definitely served their purpose, but it’s not healthy to take them forever. And why would you even want to, now that we’re twenty-four? I can’t wait to get my shot, have my sex-drive rev back up to normal, and finally get out of here and into society. The side-effect of bigger boobs is just a bonus."

But what’s it going to feel like?

"I don’t know, but aren’t you even slightly curious about what it’ll be like to have sex at graduation?"

I groan again, pulling the thin gray blanket up over my head to block out the now-bright lighting. I just want to sleep. Can’t they reschedule me for another day?

"Just get up. All the others are doing it now, and I want you with me, Lily. It wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t do it together."

I peek over the blanket’s edge into my best-friend’s eyes—one blue, one orange, which are wide and pleading. Her pretty face is topped by her short, thin blondish-orange hair.

I still remember how her eyes lit up when she first saw me. We’ve been practically inseparable ever since the day the Hierarchy’s officers brought me to this commune, over eighteen years ago.

Oh, fine, I huff, as I throw off my blanket. With another sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of my simple bed, comprised only of a mattress on a plain steel frame and topped with a light-gray fitted sheet.

After several blinks my eyes finish adjusting to the bright light reflecting off the smooth white walls and equally-white laminate floor of our quarters.

Nova and I each have our own bed, between which is a shared nightstand. Along the far wall next to the door is a long metal desk, on which are stationed two large-screen computer terminals with their matching keyboards, partly obscured by the backs of our white padded ergonomic chairs. Our screens turned on just when the lights did, automatically displaying our daily itineraries. Today, though, the only thing scheduled is that damned medical appointment.

I look away from my screen, noting that Nova’s side of the desk has her tablet and in-ear headphones still sitting out, as usual. Mine are stashed away neatly in the desk drawer as we’re told to, in order to make cleaning easier for when housekeeping comes through while we’re out for First Meal.

Our quarters are quite minimalist, but it’s all that we need, and it’s the only home I can really remember. Yet unfortunately, in less than a week we’ll be moving out, and my life will change dramatically.

We dress in our form-fitting, standard-issue unitards, both in a plain gray. This dull color sucks all the life out of my fair skin, which has only slight hints of pink in my cheeks and the bottom of my nose. At least Nova’s peachy-orange skin makes her look more vibrant.

Nova and I leave our quarters in the eastern half of Commune 16b, designated for females, and head for the Nurse’s office. As we traverse the pristine white corridors the smooth laminate floor is illuminated by the warm glow of morning sunlight coming through the facility’s translucent exterior walls. It must be a beautiful day outside, but in my stomach, all I feel is dread.

Soon, we come to the line of about fifty females extending down the hallway from the Nurse’s office, all wearing the same plain gray unitards. They’re all excitedly chatting away, presumably about getting their shots, and their hopes for their lives after graduation.

We take our places at the back of the line. Either we’re late, or everyone else got here early.

I always hate being in lines—it only reminds me of how much I stand out.

Equality is the Hierarchy’s goal, and so they try to make us all appear as equal as possible, despite our otherwise unequal genes. As a result, my dense, dark brown hair is trimmed in a short gender-neutral style, like everyone’s hair is—at least, everyone who has hair.

If that, my light skin tone, and my green eyes were all that set me apart, it might not be so bad. But all the others, including Nova, have at least some visible sign of their evolved genetics. Usually this includes orange-tinted irises and skin. Some of the more-flexible tissues such as their ears, tips of their noses, and lips are ever-so-slightly transparent.

All of them except for me have been raised in the commune from birth, under the Hierarchy’s close eye, since the Hierarchy has done away with the antiquated concept of families.

I sigh inwardly one more time. Fuck these lines. Why can’t I stop comparing myself to the others?

At five-feet nine-inches tall, I’m the shortest, next to Nova. Unfortunately, I’m also one of the curviest, even though the regimented nutritional program ensures that everyone in the commune is neither over-weight nor under-weight.

It’s all thanks to my old-style human bone structure. As my skeleton had grown, my hips gradually increased in width much more noticeably than all the others’ had. Nova has a bit of a curve to her hips, but only about half as much as mine. The most evolved females are practically the same width the entire way down, and from the back, they can hardly be distinguished from males.

I guess that’s why they’re all looking forward to getting their boobs enhanced, in order to compensate for their androgynous bodies. But mine are already C-cups, whereas all the others have only a B, at most. Supposedly, society generally considers large breasts to be very attractive. But honestly, I get enough stares already because of my genes, and I don’t want more attention from anyone, never mind males.

One by one, the females enter the Nurse’s office, and leave just a few minutes later with a sparkle in their eyes and a white cylindrical bag hanging from a strap over their shoulders. Each one hurries away to their quarters, and the line becomes progressively shorter.

To distract myself from the impending medical treatment, I turn to Nova. So, have you decided which department in the Central Clinic you’ll apply for?

Not yet. It’s so hard to choose! I mean, there’s the birthing unit, of course. But there’s also body-modification, age-suppression, and just the plain old emergency and treatment departments. I’m leaning toward either the birthing unit or age-suppression, I think. But I still have a few days to decide.

Uh huh, I respond. What else can we talk about? Surely there should be something else?

Unable to come up with anything, I just wait in silence while Nova begins to chat with the female in front of her. I find myself staring at the floor, watching the warm glow of sunlight slowly move across it, as we gradually shuffle ahead in line.

After what must have been over an hour, only Nova and I are left in line. With a faint pneumatic hiss, the two halves of the metal door to the Nurse’s office slide apart. The previous female exits and smiles at Nova, then scurries away.

Next! the Nurse calls.

Well, here goes! Nova enters, and again the door hisses shut.

My anxiety had been building the closer we got to the front of the line. Now, I have full-out butterflies in my stomach, my heart is pounding in my ears, and my hands are clammy. The short wait seems like forever.

Finally the door opens, and Nova comes out, beaming, and carrying one of those mysterious white bags. I’ll meet you back in our quarters!

Yeah, sure.

Next! the Nurse calls.

So here it is. I step into the Nurse’s office, but my stomach feels like it just dropped through the floor. The door shuts rapidly behind me with a gentle hiss.

Like the rest of the commune’s architecture, the office is entirely white, clean-looking, and minimalist in design. The bright overhead light panels take up the entire ceiling. Yet the gentle curves of the white walls and ergonomically-shaped furniture make it seem more welcoming than it might have otherwise.

Take off your unitard and sit in the examination chair, Lily.

The Nurse is kind enough, but I’ve always found her appearance unnerving. Her lack of hair and eyebrows aren’t so bad, I suppose, but her skin is entirely a bright-orange, tangerine hue. To me, it appears more like a rubbery coating over her muscles than skin.

Her fingers are very long and thin, but wider and more bulbous at the tips, and without fingernails. A thin translucent orange membrane grows between her fingers up to her first knuckle. I try not to stare at them as she fills a small syringe, and I direct my eyes to the floor instead.

Go on, take a seat. You don’t want to be the least-endowed female at graduation, do you?

I look up. The Nurse’s bright orange eyes glimmer, and the two moderate-sized orange tentacles growing from either side of her chin wiggle slightly. Fortunately, the rest of her from the neck-down is covered with her boxy Hierarchy medical uniform, consisting of a light blue short-sleeved V-neck shirt and matching pants.

I get enough teasing from the other females already, and I certainly don’t want more. So I slip off my simple, flat shoes, unzip my gray unitard, and pull it off over my feet. Being naked for a medical check-up is normal, but it always makes me self-conscious.

Awkwardly, I position myself in the reclining medical examination chair. It’s configured such that it requires me to spread my legs and put one foot in each footrest. I place my arms on the armrests and firmly squeeze the squishy grips at the ends.

The Nurse steps toward me. You’ve already been off the libido-suppressors for a day now, so you’re ready for the libido-booster injection. It will rapidly return you to a normal level of sexual desire. By the end of the week you’ll be ready to procreate.

Ugh. Procreation. Pregnancy. I hate these words, and always have. The concepts are just so disgusting.

I know you’re probably more nervous than the others, the Nurse says. With your unevolved genes, the side-effects of the injection might make your breasts enlarge more dramatically than the others’ will.

Oh, great. I grimace and turn my face away from the Nurse, who holds the syringe in her bulbous fingertips

Just sit still, Lily.

I grit my teeth, even though I know it’s better to just get this over with.

Three… two… one… The needle pricks my arm, and I clench my teeth even harder as the injection occurs.

Finally, it’s over. There’s no going back now, except to my quarters. I lean forward to get out of this uncomfortable chair.

Not so fast. There’s one more thing we need to do for you.

Huh? What else can there be?

Evolved females aren’t usually born with a hymen, but since you’re unevolved, we’re going to help you with that problem, in order to spare you any discomfort at graduation.

I do vaguely recall something about that from my basic biology classes. I’ve never felt the need to verify if I have one, though.

The Nurse pushes a button, and the chair reclines even further. After wheeling over a small metal stool, the Nurse positions herself between my legs, staring practically right at my dark-brown pubic bush, and brings up a thin silver rod. She gently separates my folds, and heat rises in my face. I don’t need one more reminder that I’m not like the others, especially not such an intimate one.

Don’t worry, this is painless. My Lazo-Scalpel will instantly vaporize and cauterize this unnecessary tissue, and then induce rapid scar-formation.

A cold touch from the metal tool is replaced with an instantaneous, uncomfortable heat, followed by a refreshing cooling sensation, as she traces around my hole.

All done. You’re just like all the others now, at least, when it comes to that. You can get up and get dressed.

She wheels her stool out of the way, and I shoot out of the examination chair, pull on my unitard as quickly as possible, then turn to leave. I don’t want to be in here one more minute!

Wait, Lily! Don’t forget your sex-preparation kit.

I turn, and the Nurse hands me my own white cylindrical bag.

It contains a Hybrid organ-dildo that you should try using, to get used to what sex feels like, and a simulated Hybrid ovum to help develop the muscles you’ll need for giving birth. There’s also new clothing. Turn in your unitard as soon as you can.

Okay, I say, with a loud sigh.

Don’t worry, Lily. Just go rest for a few hours. If you have any concerns, come see me. I’m always here for you.

Yeah… thanks.

The office door hisses open, and I rush back to my quarters, not knowing exactly what I’m feeling. I’m relieved it’s over, but now I’ll have to wait for the effects to kick in. At least physically, I’m surprised there’s no pain, given the minor surgery.

Finally—my quarters! My fingertips press the button next to the door, causing it to hiss open, and I step inside. The door hisses closed behind me, and it’s over!

The faint trickling of water reaches my ears; Nova must be in the shower. I’m glad to have a few minutes alone to process things. With a combination of curiosity and dread, I sit down on my bed and open up the cylindrical bag.

The first thing I see is a smooth, translucent-orange silicone implement. At one end there’s a five-inch long grip, after which the toy’s girth flares out to two-and-a-half inches in diameter. From there, it tapers down over the next ten inches and ends with an oval-shaped knob. The toy is fairly flexible, and when I shake it, the oval tip wiggles back and forth.

From my courses, I know that this is an approximation of a Hybrid’s sexual organ. I’ve never met a Hybrid in person, but I’ve seen pictures which will never leave my mind.

The Hierarchy says that Hybrids are the next stage in human evolution; stronger and taller than old-style humans like me, and even more evolved than the Nurse or the Matriarch—the two most-evolved humans I know.

At least the Nurse’s and Matriarch’s bodies still have an old-style human skeletal structure, although both are very tall, especially for females. But the Hybrids are even taller, usually seven or even eight feet, thanks to their extended torsos which provide space for an additional pair of arms, just below their normal pair.

The Hybrids’ excessive musculature makes them even more well-built than the strongest males, and so they’re highly attractive to most females. But I don’t understand why.

To me, they look more like some sort of alien monsters than people. Probably that’s because of how the Hybrids’ huge bulging back-muscles force them to hunch over, while their massive thighs and calves allow them to walk and stand despite their habit of perpetually perching on the balls of their long feet and webbed toes. They also have no noses, and instead breathe through a number of weird gills that pulse open and closed along the sides of their ribs.

Like most evolved people, Hybrids also have two tentacles growing on either side of their chin, but theirs are over a foot long and very thick. Each one tapers down to a blunt tip, and they’re supposedly fully mobile. The Hybrids’ rubbery-looking skin is entirely transparent-orange, so much so that even some of their inner organs are visible, although even some of those are also transparent.

If these were the only differences, I might be able to get used to them, as I have with the Nurse and Matriarch, but it gets even stranger: Hybrids are a living embodiment of the Hierarchy’s goal of equality, because they’re simultaneously male and female!

They all have a long, tapered reproductive organ much like the sex toy I’m now holding in my hand. Below this evolved penis, they have an orangey-transparent sac that contains their whitish semen-like fluid.

Between their legs, Hybrids have a sort of a vagina surrounded by a streamlined labia with small rubbery spines that protrude from the edges. During my biology courses, I had thought it resembled one of those insect-eating plants. As for their breasts, Hybrids have four; one pair below the other, just like their arms.

Yet strangely, despite being hermaphrodites, Hybrids can’t mate with one another. Instead, they can only reproduce with less-evolved humans. Why exactly that is, I’ve forgotten. I hated my mandatory biology classes, and in a way, I’m glad that these facts didn’t stick in my mind. I drop the organ-toy back into the bag.

Next, I pull out an oval egg made of the same rubbery material, again, orangey-transparent in color. It’s somewhat squishy, about three inches long and two inches in diameter at its widest. This, I know, is approximately the size of Hybrid offspring when they’re fully developed and ready to be birthed by either a Hybrid or an evolved female.

The Hierarchy says that it’s everyone’s duty to mate with Hybrids in order to produce ever-more evolved offspring, in order to further the advancement of humanity.

Of course, no one wants to actually raise these offspring, which is why the communes exist. This way, offspring get the best upbringing possible by experts specially trained in every aspect of education, nutrition, psychology, and medicine.

But holding an approximation of one of these Hybrid offspring in my hand is rather unsettling. To think, if I got pregnant, I might have up to thirty of these things grow inside me at once? A shudder passes through me, and I shove the ovum-toy back inside my bag, as my stomach turns.

The Nurse had said there should be new clothes in here, but I pull out only two small pieces of fabric. One is a stretchy orange cylinder which splits into two smaller cylinders. The other is a narrower cylinder of the same material.

Besides the toys, there’s nothing else in the bag. Is this all I’m supposed to wear? Or had they forgotten to give me the rest?

Just then, Nova strides out of the bathroom, totally naked. I’m not surprised. For the last year she’s been taking to spending more and more time in the nude in our quarters.

Her athletic frame is complemented by moderate breasts which form small round handfuls, and her thin but slightly-curvy torso ends with a sparse blondish-orange bush.

See, not a big deal, right? she says.

I—I don’t want to talk about it.

"It can’t have been that bad?"

I put my bag down on the floor, and sigh. They had to remove my hymen. Again, my cheeks become warm.

"Oooo… can I see? I am going to be a Nurse, after all!"

My heart sinks. I had hoped for some sympathy, not to pique her interest!

But why not humor her? Maybe then she’ll understand. I slip off my shoes, unzip my unitard and quickly undress, before lying back on my bed with my knees bent and apart. Mildly disgusted, I reach down and spread my labia, while using my thumbs to push my bush out of the way.

Nova eagerly kneels down on the end of my bed, leaning forward to get a good view. Her hands grip my knees, and push them apart even more. A strange feeling flickers to life inside me. It felt embarrassing to be spread in the Nurse’s office, but with Nova, it’s… different.

There’s like a small ring of white-ish scar tissue around the outside of your hole, but it looks like it’s all healed. Does it hurt? See if you can get a finger in there.

She’s right; if I have to get used to sex, I might as well start with that. Taking my right forefinger, I find the entrance to my vagina, and slowly slide it in. I push through my squishy, warm tissues until it can go no further, and then pull my finger back out.

"It doesn’t hurt… but it doesn’t feel especially good either."

Have you tried the toys yet?

My eyes widen. "Of course not! I… I don’t see how those can even fit in… in there."

Nova sits down on her bed across from mine, opens her bag, and picks out her organ-toy. I hope she’s as unnerved by it as I am.

"It is pretty big, isn’t it? She runs her fingers over it, but then promptly lays back, spreads her legs, and awkwardly attempts to insert it into herself. Um… can you help me?"

It feels like someone has turned up the heat in the room. My head suddenly weighs nothing, and the room moves of its own accord.

I’m not feeling so good. I think I’ll just lie down.

Suit yourself. I’m going to figure this out.

Laying myself back my bed, I take several deep breaths, but it doesn’t help. I’m getting warmer and warmer. My heart is fluttering, and sweat breaks out on my forehead.

After a few minutes it subsides. I continue breathing deeply while my heart rate and body temperature return to normal.

Finally, I’m able to relax, but now I’m just so tired. I suppose it has been a stressful morning, plus, I didn’t sleep well last night. My eyelids become heavy, and I feel myself drifting off.

* * *

It’s dark, and I’m scared. Everyone else around me is scared too, but all I can see are the black robes of my parents and the other parents, who are ushering me and the other children down a long, dark hallway.

The transports will be here in only ten minutes. Follow the others, and do as you’re told, my father instructs.

But I want to stay with you!

Not now, Lily. We’re going to make sure you get away safe. That’s all that matters. It will be alright, I promise, my father reassures me.

I look up into his green eyes, and he ruffles my hair under my heavy hood. Still, I don’t believe him.

He and my mother turn, and head back upstairs with all the other parents. I know I should follow the other children who are hurrying down the hallway toward the hidden exit, and reluctantly, I turn to follow along behind them.

A few minutes later, from above, a deep rumbling sound vibrates through the walls and floor around me. The Hierarchy soldiers—they’re here!

No, I’m not leaving my parents behind! I turn and quietly head the other direction, back upstairs, as the group goes on without me. The dark halls combined with my black robe make it easy to sneak away unnoticed.

My heart races and I breathe hard as I run up through the labyrinth of dark stone walls. Turning a corner, I see the adults in their dark robes gathered together in the center of the large dark Sanctuary. I run over to the group.

Mommy! Daddy! Where are you? I call, as I push my way through the tall pillars of soft black fabric.

Lily! My mother grabs my arm, and pulls me toward her, squeezing me tight. Loud metallic bangs echo throughout the room.

"She needs to hide, now!" my father hisses. My mother grips my arm and drags me out of the crowd, then up several dark stone stairs, hiding me behind a large rectangular stone block.

She kneels down, and looks at me with wide eyes. "Stay here, stay quiet, and don’t watch. Whatever happens, Lily, don’t give in to the Hierarchy, don’t contaminate yourself! We’ll tell him, he’ll come find you."

I nod, as she turns and hurries back to the main group. I kneel down and rest my arms on the ground, making myself as small as possible. However, I’m so nervous I can’t help but peek out around the stone block.

One last loud bang, and Hierarchy soldiers suddenly shine their beams of light into the dark room. The soldiers surround the black-robed group of adults, and point what I think are weapons at them. An imposing orange-skinned man in a strange gray outfit stands nearby.

To hell with my orders. I hate these filthy Cultists. Prepare to fire…

Chapter 2: I’m Growing Already?

My heart pounds in my chest as I sit up and gasp for air. I’m awake.

Are you okay? Nova asks. She sits up and promptly pulls out the organ-toy, which she had apparently managed to insert inside herself.

I pull my knees up to my chest while tears build in my eyes, making the room blurry. I had that awful dream again.

"The one where your… uh… parents die?" It seems that she’s still uncomfortable with the word. The Hierarchy discouraged everyone from using that term, and they had erased it from the dictionary, but I had taught it to her anyway.

"Yeah. At least, I think they die. I… I don’t actually see that part." I wipe at my wet eyelashes. I’ve had this dream often enough, but I never get used to it.

Nova sits down on the edge of my bed and puts her arm around my shoulders. You should be grateful. If the soldiers hadn’t found you and brought you here to be cared for, you’d have been left all alone out there in the wilderness.

I know, I sniff. But I should have just done what my parents said.

Why? If you’d escaped, then you would have been indoctrinated into the Cult even more than you already were! Would you really want to be part of an immoral, technology-rejecting, cannibalistic group like that?

No, of course not. I hang my head down, while brushing away a few tears.

"We’re graduating now, Lily. You need to get over this! Just think of it like this: if you had stayed, then maybe they would have sacrificed you to the bloodthirsty Lord Elyon himself!"

"Stop it Nova, that’s… just wrong."

I know she’s only joking, sort of, but I shiver and close my eyes. A few more tears drip off my eyelashes onto my cheeks. I know just as much, or as little, about the Cult and its horrible leader as she does.

Yet as vague as my memories of my parents are, I had never felt unsafe, not until the Hierarchy’s soldiers came. In fact, I remember being loved by my parents, far more than I ever have by the Matriarch, or even the Nurse.

I hate crying in front of Nova. It’s not fair—she’s never complained to me about having a bad dream. She also never knew her parents, and so she doesn’t miss them. The few times I asked her if she wished she knew them, she just said she hoped they had a good time fucking.

Okay, I’m sorry, she says, but just think of how lucky you are to be here now. Then after graduation, we can do our part to help humanity evolve into an even more amazing future!

Again, she’s right. As I open my eyes, I notice my nipples are puffy, and my breasts protrude farther out from my chest than they ever have before.

"Speaking of that… look! I’m… I’m growing already?"

"Oh, you are! Nova says. It’s only been… three hours, maybe, since your shot?" Apparently, I had napped for longer than it had seemed.

She reaches over and gently touches my left nipple with her finger, which surprises me. It feels good—really good.

I begin touching my right one. It’s so smooth, so soft, but after a second or two, it contracts into a perky point.

"You’re also getting more hair on your arms?" Nova’s thin blondish-orange eyebrows move together as she stares at my body.

Sure enough, short dark hairs cover my arms. I’m mortified, and my cheeks instantly become warm. As I look closely, there’s also more noticeable hair on my legs.

It must just be your testosterone levels increasing as your sex drive increases, Nova suggests. Don’t worry, you can always get that hair removed later.

Oh great, now in the meantime I’m going to stand out even more! I brush at my forehead with annoyance as my brown hair tickles my eyelashes. All my hair must be growing, but I don’t want to think about it.

So, uh, have you noticed anything yet? I ask her.

"My nipples are a bit more prominent, but not like yours."

My eyes dart to the digital chronometer on my nightstand. It’s 11:38, and my stomach emits a loud growl.

We’re late for First Meal! I exclaim. But I can’t figure out the new clothes they gave us. It doesn’t seem like they’re nearly enough? I reach into my bag, and hold up the two small pieces of stretchy orange cloth.

On my way back, I saw some of the others in the hall wearing these. Just put the bottoms on like this.

Nova stands up and sorts through her bag to find her own clothes. She slides each foot through the two smaller holes in the one piece, then pulls it up around her hips.

I copy her, and now, we’re both wearing skin-tight extremely short shorts, made of orange fabric which is far thinner than our unitards had been.

Then take the top, and slide it on over your head and arms, like this. Nova pulls it on and adjusts it to cover her boobs.

With a little more difficulty, I manage to position the orange tube-top over my own.

But it’s practically nothing! I complain.

"That’s the point. Out there in society, no one walks around fully clothed unless they’re in some sort of uniform. Remember, sharing is a virtue!"

I roll my eyes, yet Nova continues, You could put your unitard on overtop if you want, but none of the others will be wearing theirs. I’m going to just wear this—it feels more liberating.

I try to imagine going out to the Nutritional Hall in this small set of clothing, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I reach for my old gray unitard, pull it on, and zip it up.

* * *

The large double-doors whoosh apart, and we step into the brightly lit Nutritional Hall.

It’s the largest room in the commune, with white plastic-encased walls and a polished concrete floor. Six large stainless-steel tables fill the main area. Most stools at the tables are already filled with females eagerly eating their food.

Like Nova had said, all of them are wearing just their new outfits. A few of the most evolved are even wearing two tube tops, one below the other. The orangey-tinted fabric

Reviews for Monstrous Fertility

[Elizabeth · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

A serious train wreck of an erotic novel. Read at your peril.