Mother of Armies

[MATURE]

By FinalChange

Rise and shine, Captain Marks. It's time to report to duty.

There's little time to brief you. You have work to do.

You thought we would kill you, didn't you? Perhaps we should have. Do you know how many of our men you killed in the last battle? At least 40,000. A loss that would have been devestating if we hadn't captured you by chance.

40,000 orcs! A debt so large, however, requires extraordinary retribution.

Don't worry, we have outfitted you accordingly.

Do you like them?

After all your conquests across the galaxy did you ever think you'd look down on breasts so exquisite?

That's right. Swing them around. Feel their weight on your back. Our researchers took their time getting them right.

It's a simple issue of bioengineering. It goes back to that 40,000 number. Someone with so much work to do needs a body that can fulfill the work, and bounce back time and time again.

But enough talking. Let's get started shall we.

Oh, Captain. You smell it coming don't you? It's familiar to you.

We found a vial in your personal effects. Using orc semen extract cologne to stimulate the women after your battles? Are your charms not enough?

Thankfully, the find gave us an idea.

It's so good that human males are immune to the charms of orc come, don't you think? It allows them to take advantage of the chemical properties with just a meager black market purchase.

It's another story for women entirely. The smell alone can bind a woman to an orc for life, making her swear off human mates for life. And now there's a vat of it behind you. We bought out the entire supply from wherever we could find it. The market price has skyrocketed. Still more brave orc men are donating especially for your mission. Our government is willing to pay to aid you in your service to the crown.

In many ways, this is your first time really smelling it, isn't it? Your face says it all. You love it.

If you feel this conflicted with just a whiff. . . imagine how you will feel in a moment when it makes contact. It will likely end in total acceptance to your new and permanent position:

Doggie.

But this seed is special, Captain. Otherwise, it would take years to pay off your debt. We need to work fast.

Of course, Commander A'drensk requested to be the first. He's watching on the live feed. A multitude have donated for the cause — but he is first. After your demation of our exploratory colony in the Quad star system. It looks like your egg accepted his sperm quite naturally. His progeny will be breaking in your womb and readying your body for the legions to come.

You feel your tummy growing don't you? Thanks to the marvels of our medical scientists, you can produce a platoon in just a day's work. The already potent sperm has been put through a special process which makes growth is accelerated. Twins are common. Training is a quick brain implant away. And the soldiers can be on the field tomorrow morning. 

Such is your new role. No longer Captail Marks, but M'aereska Mother of Armies. You, and all men we capture from today forward, will give birth to the destruction of the entire human race from your fertile wombs. In time, from pure exposure to semen, your body will grow more orclike, tusks will grow from the corners of your mouth. One day, perhaps a day very soon, no one will ever know you were human.

Two minutes to birth and counting, M'aereska. From the sounds of your moans — and the way your breasts swell with milk — I can tell you are excited.

Two minutes to birth? My mind reels. My tummy grows with each breath. I can feel kicking inside of me. My womb is abuzz with possibility. And these tits. They hang heavier and heavier, growing bigger, already drops of milk are forming at the apex of my thick nipples. An army of orcs born from my body, I can hardly believe this is happening. And I have to wait two minutes. I wish it were now. I want to give birth now. And then I can take another insemination of orc come in my waiting pussy. Fuck! I'm going to come!