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The man:

Prowl hopped onto the medberth and laid back. The attending medic hooked his peds into the stirrups. He placed his servos flat on the berth. As a rule, Prowl treated these things differently than he did a breeding, he tried to keep things professional. Being a heifer Praxian, Prowl’s income depended heavily on the quality and quantity of the energon he produced. He always produced his best when carrying or when nursing a fresh calf, as a result, Prowl had gotten into the habit of entering surrogacy contracts in order to trick his frame into produce its best crop. On a traditional farm, Prowl would calve every decavorn to guarantee his production but outside of a farm, the fuel Prowl and his calves needed to survive came entirely from his own shanix, as a result, Prowl could not afford to emerge and rear so many calves. Really, he did not want to either. At the moment, Prowl had a bull calf, Springer who was just entering primary school and twin heifers, Strongarm and Chase who were still bitty calves. That was plenty to keep him busy. Between them he been employed by a surrogate and now he would be again.

The pay not especially generous, but his fuel was covered as well as part of his housing costs. All the shanix he saved with this boon went into an account for his creations. It was his hope they might be able to make more of a life for themselves than the life of livestock, education would be their ticket. Neither heifers nor bulls were encouraged to seek degrees. They were expected to embrace the functions they had emerged to.  If they chose to, than that was their choice and Prowl would honour and support them the entire way but if that was not their choice, Prowl would fight to see their dreams become reality. His little heifer mechling was permanently stunted from issues during his carrying and Prowl feared what a carrying could do to Chase. A quality education could very really save his bitlet’s life.

He had no idea if the client was watching. Prowl had not met the mechanism(s), and would not. Even if they were not watching now, Prowl knew the process was going to be filmed. It would not surprise him in the least to learn some of the vids of heifer implantations were distributed as porn on the datanet. A Divine number was always implanted, numbers connected to the Primacy or the Guiding Hand. Prowl did not know how many were to be implanted this time but his record was six. As the clinician prepared, Prowl stared up at the ceiling and carefully balanced his budget. It was a little early for him to commit to surrogacy again, but the clinic had called him up the previously mega-cycle after a different heifer had bowed out last klik and no other suitable heifer had been found. There were eggs encoded and ready to implanted, time was of the essence. If they were not implanted soon they would expire and the clinic would owe an enormous penalty to the client. Because of this, Prowl had been given a generous bonus for his cooperation. With all the med-checks for Chase and the cost of potential therapies down the road, the bonus took some of the burden and worry from Prowl’s shoulders.

“We are are ready to begin,” the clinician said.

Prowl was sure he had heard the Seeker’s designation but… perhaps not. As a rule Prowl had an excellent memory, he dimmed his optics as the clinician applied a thick glob of lubricant to the expander but brightened them again… it did not look like the expanders used before. The Seeker screwed it on to the auto-injector. Usually that was used to inject transfluids into an implanted heifer. It was important for a heifer to overload frequently throughout any surrogate carrying out of fear of rejection and early emergence and the machines used throughout the process were designed to stimulate them accordingly.

“Why are you using that machine?” Prowl asked. He was no prisoner here, no employee either, Prowl was a contractor and if he did not like the set up, he could and would leave.

“The eggs have already expanded,” the clinician said, sounding annoyed by Prowl’s inquiry. “You’ll have to dilate more to take them. This will speed things up.”

The Seeker smeared more lubricant on Prowl’s plump folds before insert a nozzle into his valve and injecting still more lubricant inside of him. It was laced with an aphrodisiac and Prowl was not surprised by the sudden flush of heat or the way his valve immediately began to leak as it rippled on nothing. His vents flared as his frame began to heat up. Prowl felt the clinician hold his swelling rim apart as he lined the expander up. He paused and Prowl wondered for a moment if the procedure was being cancelled. This had happened before and it was galling to have to go home so desperately aroused, with only a small cancellation fee in his account. But then the Seeker walked around to the side of the medberth and took Prowl’s servo. Click. Then he reached over and took the second one. Click. Prowl’s optics brightened and he tilted his helm to see his wrists secured to the medberth. He glared up at the clinician.

“It’s for your own protection,” the Seeker declared. Before Prowl could argue, the machine came to life, and the expander pushed into his frame.

It could not be helped, as it pumped in and out of his frame, Prowl whined and panted. The aphrodisiac-lace lubricant made his internals burn and clench. A little more each push, the expander drilled deeper into Prowl’s frame, until it reached his gestational duct, and obliterated it. Prowl groaned as it drove into his gestational forge and then pulled immediately out again. The clinician watched dispassionately as the thing fragged Prowl open. This was not at all how it usually happened. He overloaded with a shouted as the expander did as its designation suggested and expanded, stretching his slick walls and small duct wider.

Lubricants sprayed out around the expander as it drilled deep into Prowl, obliterating all resistance within his frame. He writhed on the medberth as he overload under the relentless stretch and stimulation. Snap. Snap. The clinician removed Prowl’s chestplate and his large udders jiggled as the machine fragged him into a perfect compliance. His nozzles leaked, given Prowl was still nursing his heifer twins it was no surprise but the pads he wore prevented any mess. The clinician peeled them off and hooked Prowl up to a milker.  He mooed, feeling desperately out of control as the suction cups tugged at his teats and the expander plugged his dripping valve.

“Mah… oo,” Prowl groaned as the Seeker pulled the expander free without deflating it. Overload sent his systems into a soft reset.

“Good heifer,” the clinician almost seemed to sneer it but Prowl could not quite put his processor into order to question it. “Time to get these eggs implanted.”

“Oof,” Prowl grunted as the ovipositor was inserted into his slackened core without preamble.

It was cold and without any kind of lubrication but the expander had stretched Prowl so completely, he thought he could probably take a Titan’s fist without effort, not that he actually wanted to try that. The Seeker pressed a button and the tip of the ovipositor flared inside Prowl’s gestation tank, locking it in. Prowl shivered as condensation poured from his frame. He saw the first egg enter the ovipositor, so the way the tube stretched and his jaw fell open. It was… It was really big and…

“Mooo!” Prowl shrieked as it forced his rim to stretch even more. It felt to Prowl a little like giving emergence in reverse, even though he knew his calves and even the incubated eggs he had lain had been bigger. He shook his helm. “Too big.”

“Don’t be a princess,” The Seeker tutted. “Your maximum parameters are near being breeched.”

“Ooo,” Prowl tried to argue but the egg hid his duct and the ovipositor rippled, trying to feed it through. “Ooo! Toooooo.”

As it bopped into his gestational forge Prowl grunted at the heavy thump and then moaned as his rim bulged with the next egg. He tossed his helm as he watched the egg disappear into his frame as lubricants squirted out around it as another entered the ovipositor. All the while, the milker tugged at his teats and Prowl saw his rich blue ichor-energon flowed into the tank. It was all too much and Prowl’s helm fell back against the berth as he weakly mooed, exhausted and overstimulated. His helm fell to the side, and drool dribbled down his chin as he watched as yet another egg entered the ovipositor and his belly began to bulge with the eggs already implanted. At some point, Prowl reset. When he returned to awareness the sentio-metallico over his gestational forge ache and when Prowl brightened his optics, groaning, he could understand why. His belly was huge.

“Thirteen!” Another clinician snapped at the Seeker. The slim mech with scuffed paint waved his servo at Prowl’s deformed frame. Prowl recognized him from a previous surrogacy, his designation was Ambulon. “How could you be so reckless, Pharma?”

“He’s a heifer, he can take it, Ambulon” the Seeker said. “Why waste perfect eggs?”

“He could rupture!” Ambulon yelled.  “We have to do a selective reduction.”

“They’ve already attached,” Pharma waved a servo dismissively. “The fat cow has plenty of room for them to expand.”

“You have no business working with these contractors,” Ambulon hissed. “Bigoted aft.”

Prowl was dazed as Ambulon released his servos from the restraints. He covered his blotted belly with his servos. Thirteen? Ambulon patted his raised knee and sat on a stool between his splayed legs. The clinician’s servos were small and Prowl felt no strain at all as Ambulon examined his lining for damage. Though Prowl ache deep inside from the obscene size of the eggs implanted in his gestational forge, there was no damage. There was not much of a stretch as Ambulon utilized a speculum to hold Prowl’s valve open as he examined the back of his valve, specifically his gestational duct.

“Already closed,” Ambulon sighed. “In order to do a reduction I’ll have to dilated it again. Almost certainly, the clutch will reject at once.”

“Some will absorb, will they not?” Prowl asked.

“We don’t generally implant eggs this mature,” Ambulon said. “But most likely, at least half.”

“I can carry on them,” Prowl replied. He thought of the faceless client who must have been in a panic all orn after the original surrogate had cancelled. Carrying had always come easy to him. Even with the complications surrounding Chase’s growth, Prowl had been perfectly healthy. “I saw quads and triplets on the farm I emerged on.”

“I’m sure the client would appreciate it,” Ambulon said. “I’ll run some scans and we’ll see if you have the room that aft claimed you have to grow.”

He did. Ambulon remained leery but Prowl was committed to making the attempt. That was how he ended up with his aft up in the air and his helm resting on his folded servos. The auto-injector was locked in his valve pumping litres and litres of transfluids into Prowl’s tightly packed gestational forge. As the fluids made Prowl’s protoform swell even further, he groaned. It dispersed so quickly, Ambulon hooked him up to another canister and then another. Lubricants stained Prowl’s thighs as the constant stream of transfluids had him tumbling down into a blissful fugue.

“I spoke to the client and he’s opened a special account for you,” Ambulon explained after he unhooked Prowl from the auto-injector and helped him clean himself up. Prowl inserted a plug into his valve for good measure, even though his internals were tender and raw, he did not want to lose a drop of transfluids. His girdle barely closed and Prowl’s swollen rim was flush to his modesty panel. It was going to be awkward walking for a few mega-cycles, but he would manage. “I explained the additional risks and he doesn’t want you worrying about the costs of transports now that you can’t transform or anything else.”

“That is generous,” Prowl said, suppressing a yawn. This implanting business had left him exhausted. Too bad his creations would not be. As always, Prowl would make do.

“This is generous,” Ambulon countered, gesturing to Prowl’s forge. “If you have any unusual pain or leaking, call for an emergency transport immediately. Your account’s been flagged; you won’t be billed for anything.”

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