escorts looked so lifelike that to see them with their tubes
removed was an unsettling experience for most people, but Morgan was used to it
after so many years – the only thing that shocked him were the wounds people
inflicted.
“How's your energy supply?”
Despite having no lips now the skin had peeled back to allow the
tubes out, Michelle could still reply (it made punters feel better to see lips
moving in time with the words, but it wasn't necessary as she had an inbuilt
electronic voice box). “Energy’s at seventy percent.” When she spoke, her voice
sounded seductive, designed to thrill.
“OK, I'll give you a quick boost.”
As he busied himself coupling the plug to her neck, a naked male
escort entered the room.
“Been busy, Karl?” Morgan asked.
“I'm running low on ejaculation fluid,” he replied in a husky
voice. He sat on a seat next to Michelle.
“So that's one for a wash, and the other for some more juice. You
guys don't half keep me busy.” Morgan whistled while he worked. His job description
of 'Escort Service Agent' sounded grand, but the reality was that he cleaned up
other peoples mess. He often likened it to people who ate meat: if they had to
kill the animal first, they would probably turn vegetarian, and if they had to
clean out the escorts, they wouldn't want to sleep with them.
Morgan inserted Michelle's mouth tube and her skin folded down
around it. She puckered her lips a few times as if testing them.
“Right,” Morgan said, “we’d better repair Michelle. If you both
stand up and embrace, I’ll up Michelle’s charge.”
The two escorts stood up and hugged each other. Morgan turned a
dial to increase the charge and after a couple of seconds, their algae skin
began to meld them together. Wherever they joined, they fused. Their faces
became inseparable, giving them a grotesque appearance, and their arms and
torsos melted into each other.
Morgan had only discovered their ability to join by accident – but
as a result he noticed if they’d had any lesions, they were gone when the
escorts separated.
He clapped his hands together in front of his face and watched
them for a while as they performed their bizarre embrace. The artificial skin
stretched thin enough between them he was able to see the transparent torso
underneath.
“OK, that's long enough. You can separate now.” He watched as they
started to pull apart, but then he noticed something within Michelle's
transparent torso.
“Stop,” he screamed. “Hold on a minute, there's something strange
here.” He leaned forward and put his hands on Michelle's shoulders. There was
definitely something foreign hanging between the electronic components.
The escorts stood still, the flesh stretched taut between them.
“Michelle, run an internal scan.”
“All systems are functioning,” she said.
Morgan licked his lips. “Give me a data check on any unknown
objects found.”
“All systems functioning,” she repeated.
“Christ, do I have to spell it out. What's that object inside your
torso?”
“It’s an autogenic embryo.”
“You what?”
“I'm pregnant,” she said.
“You're what?”
“Pregnant,” she repeated.
Morgan took a deep breath. “That's impossible. Run another
diagnostic.”
“I don’t need to run another diagnostic. Asexual reproduction of
the algae has been disrupted by the introduction of human sperm, resulting in
cross-fertilisation.”
“Holy shit!” Morgan collapsed into one of the chairs. “This can't
be happening.” He massaged his temples and his fingers came away slick with
sweat. “Are there any other pregnant escorts?”
“All of those who copulate with men.”
“Jesus wept, that could be all of you then.” He stared at the
embryonic sack suspended inside her torso. “How long before, you know, it's
born?”
“Aided by the electric stimulus used to mould the algae, the birth
is imminent.”
“Why … I mean, how can a man fertilise a bloody plant? It's
removed was an unsettling experience for most people, but Morgan was used to it
after so many years – the only thing that shocked him were the wounds people
inflicted.
“How's your energy supply?”
Despite having no lips now the skin had peeled back to allow the
tubes out, Michelle could still reply (it made punters feel better to see lips
moving in time with the words, but it wasn't necessary as she had an inbuilt
electronic voice box). “Energy’s at seventy percent.” When she spoke, her voice
sounded seductive, designed to thrill.
“OK, I'll give you a quick boost.”
As he busied himself coupling the plug to her neck, a naked male
escort entered the room.
“Been busy, Karl?” Morgan asked.
“I'm running low on ejaculation fluid,” he replied in a husky
voice. He sat on a seat next to Michelle.
“So that's one for a wash, and the other for some more juice. You
guys don't half keep me busy.” Morgan whistled while he worked. His job description
of 'Escort Service Agent' sounded grand, but the reality was that he cleaned up
other peoples mess. He often likened it to people who ate meat: if they had to
kill the animal first, they would probably turn vegetarian, and if they had to
clean out the escorts, they wouldn't want to sleep with them.
Morgan inserted Michelle's mouth tube and her skin folded down
around it. She puckered her lips a few times as if testing them.
“Right,” Morgan said, “we’d better repair Michelle. If you both
stand up and embrace, I’ll up Michelle’s charge.”
The two escorts stood up and hugged each other. Morgan turned a
dial to increase the charge and after a couple of seconds, their algae skin
began to meld them together. Wherever they joined, they fused. Their faces
became inseparable, giving them a grotesque appearance, and their arms and
torsos melted into each other.
Morgan had only discovered their ability to join by accident – but
as a result he noticed if they’d had any lesions, they were gone when the
escorts separated.
He clapped his hands together in front of his face and watched
them for a while as they performed their bizarre embrace. The artificial skin
stretched thin enough between them he was able to see the transparent torso
underneath.
“OK, that's long enough. You can separate now.” He watched as they
started to pull apart, but then he noticed something within Michelle's
transparent torso.
“Stop,” he screamed. “Hold on a minute, there's something strange
here.” He leaned forward and put his hands on Michelle's shoulders. There was
definitely something foreign hanging between the electronic components.
The escorts stood still, the flesh stretched taut between them.
“Michelle, run an internal scan.”
“All systems are functioning,” she said.
Morgan licked his lips. “Give me a data check on any unknown
objects found.”
“All systems functioning,” she repeated.
“Christ, do I have to spell it out. What's that object inside your
torso?”
“It’s an autogenic embryo.”
“You what?”
“I'm pregnant,” she said.
“You're what?”
“Pregnant,” she repeated.
Morgan took a deep breath. “That's impossible. Run another
diagnostic.”
“I don’t need to run another diagnostic. Asexual reproduction of
the algae has been disrupted by the introduction of human sperm, resulting in
cross-fertilisation.”
“Holy shit!” Morgan collapsed into one of the chairs. “This can't
be happening.” He massaged his temples and his fingers came away slick with
sweat. “Are there any other pregnant escorts?”
“All of those who copulate with men.”
“Jesus wept, that could be all of you then.” He stared at the
embryonic sack suspended inside her torso. “How long before, you know, it's
born?”
“Aided by the electric stimulus used to mould the algae, the birth
is imminent.”
“Why … I mean, how can a man fertilise a bloody plant? It's
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