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8PHE0043a word count 7262 ******** Day 43, Tuesday Joi woke Chastity with a touch on her shoulder. She put a finger on Chastity's lips and nodded towards the kitchen. The baby was in the crib. Either Joi had put him there or he had climbed down from the couch and into the crib by himself. Chastity arranged her top to cover her boobs and followed Joi into the kitchen. Jazz was already there, cradling a coffee. Chastity poured herself a coffee and sat down across from Jazz. Joi sat at the head of the table. "Bad news," Joi said. "Big Drake got a call last night. He's in the hospital." "Drake McCarthy is in the hospital?" Chastity scratched under her boob. She sniffed her nail. Ugh. Fromunda cheese. Joi said, "His son is in the hospital. Drake is there because, you know, dad." They all looked into the living room and watched little Drake sleep. Chastity asked, "Any word from Body Rental?" "Nothing." Chastity drank her coffee in one gulp. "Let me know if that changes. I need a shower." She smiled. "Can one of you lovely ladies wash my hair?" ******** The shower was fun and artfully playful. No one there wanted to talk about Drake. He saved them all from sex by toddling into the shower room with them. He'd pulled off his diaper before he wandered in the shower room. Three women cooed over Drake and washed his hair. Afterwards, Chastity fed him while Jazz dried Chastity's hair and brushed it. ******** None of Chastity's bras fit anymore. She'd grown again. E cup, one up from a DD cup. "Who came up with this system?" Chastity complained. "It doesn't make sense." Jazz laughed. She tried on one of the bras they had just fabbed for Chastity. It fit. "How can that be?" Chastity asked. "You're a double-D." "I'm a thirty; you're a twenty-eight. You can wear a 28E, a 30DD, a 32D, or a 26F. Important to know if you're buying bras from a second- hand store or from a boutique." She explained how to chart it out. "However, different brands run different charts, and construct different avatars from your scan. If the fabblet was copyrighted in England, it uses a different chart from here. Europe is different, still. Asia? All over the place. Mars and Luna?" Jazz snorted. "Gravity works different there. Don't buy off-planet." "It's not standardized?" Chastity asked. "It's worse than not standardized," Jazz said. "Each manufacturer has a different way of computing cup size, band size, style and fit, whatever." Jazz shrugged. "So I really don't know what size I am," Chastity said. "Same with dress sizes, by the way." Jazz smiled. "And shoes." Another day, another wtf. ******** Jazz watched the baby while Joi, Chastity, and Linda went to the gym. She promised to feed Chastity's monsters while they were out. "If they know me, they won't attack me," she said. "They attack people?" Chastity asked. "I thought that was the point. I bred the most aggressive plantlings for your window patches." Chastity glanced over to the monsters as she bounced down the steps and into the November pre-dawn morning. They were all growing spars now. The spars were different, male, female, and planter. Now that Chastity knew there was a difference, it was easy to see. ******** Joi mentored Linda at the gym but hired Phoebe to supervise Chastity's workout. As she did this, she explained, "She needs the next level." After a session on the stationary bicycle, Phoebe said, "Massive improvement. Seriously fit. Are you in training for something in particular?" "Monsters are real, Phoebe," Chastity said. "Small and slow gets eaten. Can't do anything about small," Chastity said, flexing a bicep. "But weak and slow I can fix." "There's a dojo down the street if you're interested." "Where?" "Lao Fan temple." "The cemetery?" "The temple. It's next to the cemetery." "I've had enough Tai Chi." Phoebe smiled. "That's not all they teach. Judo, jujitsu, mixed martial arts." "Do they teach bo or quarterstaff?" "They do. Stay on the Lao Fan side of the street. The Unitarian cemetery is haunted." "Haunted?" Chastity looked skeptical. "You're the one who said monsters are real." ******** On the way home, Chastity ran circles around Joi and Linda. Literally. She sprinted to the corner, sprinted back to the others, and then sprinted back to the corner. Rinse and repeat. "Showing off?" Joi asked. "Nope. Scared." "What are you scared of?" Joi asked. "Brennan." Linda said, "Running just adds to your troubles." "He's not the only monster in Fairview." "No, but you're on Brennan's project list now. If you run you better stay gone. Don't look back. Don't check on me or Joi." Chastity stopped. "We could all run." "And go where? The man found me in Brazil." "Serious?" Linda nodded. She touched Chastity's arm. "Before you were born." Linda nodded ahead. "There's your prospective mother-in-law. Go say hi." "Why is everyone trying to marry me off?" "You said that he said...." Linda began. Chastity deflated. "Pop out grandchildren or work the Bloop and Ballast." "Not grandchildren," Linda corrected. "Grand-daughters." "I am not going to...." "Which is worse, a daughter trained by Brennan or a son?" "I will not be complicit...." "No. If Brennan stays true to his nature, he'll blackmail you until the children get to be a certain age. You can save your children. For a price." "I'm working the Bloop and Ballast either way I go," Chastity said. "Possibly." "How did you cope?" "I survived. I failed at coping. Then the state stepped in and sent my problems to JerseyMax. For eight years. Stay clean. Refuse the blatantly illegal acts. He respects limits. Sometimes." "Bah." Linda said, "Delay, appease, negotiate. Make visible attempts at compliance. Be happy he wants you pregnant. Pregnancy takes time. A string of daughters? More time, yet." She pushed Chastity towards Mrs. Mac. "Go." ******** "Morning, Eveline," Chastity stopped near Mrs. McCarthy. "Evil, to my friends." Chastity nodded. "Evil." She pushed against a light pole and stretched her hamstring. "I hear Drake is in the hospital?" Mrs. McCarthy nodded. "Reginald's rejecting his mom's liver." "They're harvesting the medical clone?" Chastity asked. "It's not large enough yet," Mrs. McCarthy said. "Reginald doesn't just need a liver. He needs kidneys, spleen, lungs and maybe a heart. Intestines...." Eveline sighed. "What the hell?" "Langenscheidt's. It's a stem-cell disorder - a wasting disease. It's usually fatal before age four. We delayed that with aggressive use of the autodoc. A medical clone ... if he gets new bone marrow, new organs and new stem-cell factors, Reginald has a real chance of making it to adulthood." "All this for...." "Twenty years of life." "Expensive." "Expensive with capital fucking capital. But there's a cure in anime trials now. If that pans out. If he lives that long." "Which hospital?" "Hospice. Lao Fan. He's on a death watch right now." "What? I have to go." Mrs. McCarthy stopped Chastity. "And do what? The best thing you can do is...." Chastity waited. Eveline said, "Feed that animated medical clone. He needs another two kilos before he's a viable harvest." "Why didn't they start this clone earlier?" "Money. The insurance company didn't think Reggie would live long enough to make use of cloned organs. Now that he has lived long enough, they're sparing no expense - but only to avoid a lawsuit." "I still want to see him," Chastity said. "Who?" "Both of them." Eveline smiled. "I'll tell them you're coming." ******** Chastity wore her Debbie uniform to Lao Fan. She checked the community board there. Tai Chi, water aerobics.... Oh. Right, they have pools. Hot and cold. Self Defense for Women ... three kinds of martial arts ... flower arranging ... religious studies and terms in Asian languages that Chastity needed her specs to explain to her. She saw a few monks. She saw more nuns than monks, though. Her specs highlighted the disparity and provided a news article about the demographics of Fairview. Two women for every man. Even the birth statistics were skewed. Men tended to leave Fairview for jobs in the mines or lumberjacking - if they didn't flee the Western States entirely chasing a job on the coast. Women moved out in equal numbers, but more moved in every year than moved out. Mental health statistics for Fairview and neighboring towns were bleak but improving. Addiction rates, emergency room visits, and crime statistics were improving, too. Hypertext took Chastity to another link. Nobody knew why key social statistics were improving. The phenomenon was well-studied but there were no clear causes. Wages were depressed. Opportunity for advancement was similarly bleak. Unemployment was a full point lower than in the rest of the Western States but the sex industries sucked up most of the 'free labor' in Fairview. Directly or indirectly. Most vendors here supported the industry - in one way or another. Save Our Sisters had advertisements on this board and meetings twice a week at the temple. "Bah." Chastity scratched her boob. She was stalling and she knew it. She asked a nun for directions to the hospice. ******** Chastity sat next to Drake in the waiting room. It took him a while to notice her. When he did, he asked, "You have someone here?" "Not really," Chastity said. "I came to check on my favorite customer." Drake looked puzzled. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Chastity smiled. "How is Reginald?" "Dialysis," Drake said. "He's on a donor list." "Medical clone?" "Too little, too late," Drake said. "Wait. I know you. You babysat for me?" Chastity nodded. "You, um, need anything?" "Got a spare billion? I could buy a better autodoc. Save the world - starting with my little corner of it." Chastity shook her head. "When was the last time you ate?" Drake shrugged. "C'mon. There's a coffee cart around here someplace." She had a shift there in about twenty minutes. "I've had enough coffee." "How about a breakfast sandwich and a horchata?" Drake allowed himself to be led to the coffee cart. The woman there smiled brightly. "Hi, I'm Debbie." She spoke to Chastity. "You're early. Am I off-shift already?" Chastity laughed. "This is my neighbor. He needs a pennyhammer and something healthy to drink. A horchata? Like yesterday." She handed over her Debbie card. "Give yourself a ten-percent tip." The other Debbie pulled a horchata out from the cooler. She did this slowly, maintaining eye contact with Drake as she did this. Bitch. Chastity grabbed his arm and rubbed her boob on his elbow. Why had she done that? And why did it feel so nice? Chastity shivered. She asked Drake, "Are they still hiring at Club 69?" Drake tore his eyes off the other Debbie and said, "Erm, probably. They're always hiring. The pay is for shit and it's outside the city limits." "How much is the pay?" "More than you make as a Debbie. Less than you'd make at Frogs - even if you only work the stage." "Joi says I should consider it." Drake looked at Chastity again. "That's where I know you from. You're Carob's girlfriend." Chastity smiled. "You're the reason the medical clone isn't gaining weight." "Hey! I feed that child every two hours. I feed him 'til he's stogged. He's gaining weight plenty. The idiots at Body ... ah, the biopharm didn't change his growth factors until last week." Was it the week before? Maybe the week before that. Drake looked down at Chastity's breasts. "You're feeding him every two hours?" "In person or by bottle." He shrugged. "Sorry. They said the anime isn't gaining enough weight to be harvested." "Two more kilograms," Chastity said. "That's pretty cold," the other Debbie said. "Harvesting a baby?" Drake looked at her. "Do you know where you are?" The woman nodded. "Lao Fan." "Lao Fan Hospice. People come here to die. My son is here, waiting on a donor that probably will never donate. I paid for his medical clone three years ago. They actually decanted the baby this year. In August. So now my son is going to die because the insurance company delayed action on a donor body that I paid for three fucking years before. Have you seen a child die? Do you want to? I'll take you to his room. Right now." The woman handed Drake his sandwich and his drink. "Sorry. I didn't know." Drake said, "Medical animes are spooky. Lifelike. Gross. If they had a brain it would be murder. But they don't, so it's not. They have a biotronic packet that runs the body so it stays active and fit. Most of them have a voice and a personality because they are put in the workforce to defray costs. The driver who brought you here was probably an anime." "I walked to work." "Good for you. Save the planet. Sorry if I offended your sense of justice because I want my son to live long enough to attend school." He handed the drink and the sandwich to Chastity. "Sorry. I'm not hungry." She put them back in his hands. "Eat. You need food. I don't care if it tastes like processed wood pulp. Eat it." Drake grunted. "If I take my shirt off will you eat your glorp?" He smiled. "Keep your shirt on. I'll eat." ******** Drake bought another pennyhammer and a horchata at lunch time. Business was slow at Lao Fan. Now Chastity understood why the Debbies paid a bonus for working this location. Zero tips and spotty sales. Most of her customers were anime - nurses, cab drivers, day laborers. The monks and nuns avoided her. So did most of the people attending classes here. A cooking class, for instance. Chastity could smell the food. It made her stomach rumble. Thinking about it brought a smile to her face. Drake was staring at her smile. He echoed it. Chastity blushed. She tucked hair back behind one ear and handed over a sample cup with Drake's order. "Here's a New Arizona tea for Reginald." "He can't drink this," Drake said. "His liver is shot and his intestines stopped moving last night." "Oh." "I'll tell him you're out here." Chastity managed another smile. "He thinks you're his mom come back in another body." "Why does he think that?" Chastity stretched. Her back was sore. Her hair fell to the back of her knees when she bent like this. Drake watched her stretch. He said, "Because you're friendly but you don't let him get away with foolery." Chastity leaned against her cart and stretched her hamstrings. "Just treating him like any other child." "Pretty sure you don't bring other children home at night in sub- freezing weather." Chastity twirled the hair by her ear and put it in her mouth. "Not recently." "Can you bring one of your plant monsters over? He wants to see them again." "I'm - not sure. I can't transplant mine in the wintertime. It'll kill them. But I know a lady with extras." Drake shrugged. "Tomorrow?" "I'll see what I can do. Is Reggie good for visitors today?" "No, but the nuns say maybe tomorrow." ******** Chastity stopped by Body Rentals LLC after clocking out. Her Coeleb specs stopped working as she approached the door - the lenses went completely black. She took them off and hung them in her cleavage. She looked at a sign with a camera above it. 'Entry Here is Consent to Search and Seizure. No Recording Devices!' Chastity pressed a button by the door. A voice came over the speaker. "Nature of business?" "I'm here about a customer. And a client." "Our Public Relations officer is on vacation today. Come back after the holidays." "I'm afraid that might be too late. I'm - I'm here to help if I can." "Our Human Resources rep is also on holiday." "The medical anime I'm feeding isn't gaining weight fast enough. A little boy might die." The door buzzed open. Chastity stepped into a brightly lit room. Several lights flashed as she entered the room. She assumed they were taking her picture. But the room seemed too bright for flash photography. A repair spider with the top half a human bodice met her inside the second door. "May I search your handbag?" The female bodice wore a name tag - Tiffany. Half a female bodice on a what was obviously a mechanical bot - it was a bit of a shock. Chastity met the woman's gaze. She handed over the bag. "Are you the voice at the door?" "I am." "Are you in a saddle or part of the machine?" "Both," Tiffany said. She scanned the contents of the bag. "That's a new way to address persistent paraplegia." The woman smiled. "Wasn't my first choice. Any recording devices?" Chastity handed over her specs. "I also have a Mem2." "Disable it, please." "I - I don't know how." Tiffany looked at a space just above Chastity's face. It was plain that she was reading information from a visual display - one that Chastity couldn't see. And suddenly she could see it. A display came up in Chastity's visual field. It was a control menu for her Mem2. Chastity smiled. She selected the options that turned off her Mem2 and her AVS recording suite. The evil presence that she'd grown accustomed to left her body. She felt free. Weightless. Unrestrained. "Can you teach me how to do that?" Chastity asked. "It should come right up, any time you need it." "I think I'm locked out." Tiffany cocked her head. "You are. Court order?" "Not that I'm aware of. I haven't been in the system since age thirteen." "I can't fix it. It's not our equipment." "But it can be fixed." "Yes." "Good to know." Tiffany crossed her arms over her boobs. "Okay, so explain to me. Who told you that you are feeding a medical anime?" "Just about everyone named John Q. Public. They say the hair is NKR - not quite right." "Examples, please." "If I had my Mem2 up I could show you. I'll tell you who didn't tell me. My boss - she didn't tell me. When I asked her directly, she said she'd signed an NDA." "You are not on our list of feeders." "Barbra Joi is on antibiotics. I have milk. I volunteered." "How did you know to come here?" "Where else would I go? Cephaladon? War Labs? Shiok?" Chastity shrugged. "If you hadn't buzzed me in I was on my way to Shiok Labs." Tiffany asked several other questions. When she was satisfied with the answers, she said, "You're not being entirely truthful." "Everything I told you is true." "But not complete." Chastity blushed. "I don't want Joi to get in trouble. She tried. It's not her fault that even doormen comment on the baby." "Which doorman?" "To be honest, he's a product of Shiok Labs. Not a wonder he can tell, ya? Is there something I can do to help? The donee is dying. Tissue rejection, general organ shutdown. The donor baby is two kilograms from being a viable harvest." "Who told you this?" "The donee's grandmother." "There is something that might help. How do you feel about body mods?" Chastity laughed. "Seriously?" She covered her mouth and tried to stifle the laughter before it turned into hysteria. "I'm okay with body mods. What are the risks? Side effects?" Chastity walked out of there with two vax patches on each boob and a caution not to sell milk for human babies. She was now a walking biopharm factory for Human Growth Factor and ... something-something terato-something and morpho-something accelerant. If her specs had been up she'd be able to check the nets for information. But her specs were still black and they stayed black as Chastity walked back to the street. The changes to her milk supply would reverse on her first normal pregnancy. Casual consumption by other humans shouldn't cause trouble. So it was okay to color other people's coffee. Chastity stopped when her specs turned back on. "I forgot to ask," she said. "Is it safe for plants?" Her specs pulled down an article entitled, 'Milk Therapy for Carnivorous Plants.' She felt a presence settle into her. The feeling was similar to letting Cookie take control of her body. "Cookie?" Chastity asked. "Is that you?" A text display appeared on Chastity's specs. 'Not me, Wabi Sabi. I'm still booting up.' "Fucking wraiths," Chastity said. Another display appeared. It said, '3 of 13 overminds installed. Please do not disconnect your Mem2.' As she read this, the counter changed to '4 of 13.' She recognized the latest overmind. It was Swish. "Hi, I'm Debbie," Chastity said. "Human milch cow. Would you like sex with that?" Her tone changed. "Fuck me comatose." She flicked away the magazine article with her eyes, adjusted her bra and swished home. ******** "Aba!" Little Drake ran up to Chastity and grabbed her leg. "Hi, little monster. Love you too. You hungry?" "Ba!" Drake looked up, smiling. Joi called from the kitchen. She said, "That boy is always hungry." Chastity picked him up and walked with him to the kitchen. Joi was in there, cooking, baking, frying, and working the food maker all at the same time. "Looks complicated," Chastity said. "What's the occasion?" "I got fired," Joi said. "What?" "Lateral transfer, they call it. They want me to work the Teacup. I told them to get stuffed." "How is that different from what you do now?" Joi turned off the fire from under the fry pan. She tipped the contents onto a plate. "Principle of the thing. If I wanted to work in a brothel, I'd apply for a job there." She set the plate in front of Chastity. "Omelet. Eat. You're getting skinny again." She also set a glass of POG in front of Chastity - and a prescription-strength bottle of Lacto. Drake pulled at Chastity's shirt. He played with one of the vax patches. "That's for you," Chastity told Drake. "Make you grow." Drake looked Chastity in the eye. Chastity avoided his gaze. She bared her breast for Drake. She said, "I went to Body Rental today. They altered my milk." "Fucking tenesmic. Now I'm fired from my other job." "No, they said they're keeping you on at full pay. You're supposed to go in for vax patches." Chastity pointed to the patches on her boob. "...As soon as you're off the antibiotics." "I'm getting paid even if I don't feed the monster?" Chastity nodded. "Not your fault you were assaulted." Joi kissed Chastity on the forehead. "Thanks." "That's the good news. Bad news? They're harvesting this little guy soon." She rocked as she said this. "How soon?" Joi asked. Chastity started to cry. "Soon. Nobody knows. If Reggie has another episode, they'll take him today." Drake signed, 'Cry-no-cry.' "I'm sorry, baby," Chastity said. "Sometimes mommies cry. Okay?" Drake pulled away from the nipple. He said, "Okay." Then he went back at it. Chastity and Joi both had a good cry. The food in the oven burned. ******** "Cowabunga!" Roy said when he saw Chastity's chest. He spoke directly to the boobs, not looking at her face. "When did these come in?" "Slow but steady wins the race," Chastity said. She tucked her hair into her helmet. There was too much hair. She gave up and just tied it in a knot - so it wouldn't get caught in her spokes. Roy smiled. He tore his gaze away from her tits and looked up. "Now I can tell you and Linda apart." "Ain't life wonderful?" "I got a poker game this weekend. Wanna play?" "I don't gamble." "It's low-stakes poker. Pizza money. There's a hot tub." "I'll fill it with milk," Chastity said. "Probably not a good idea." As Chastity said this, she felt heat in her groin. Fucking wraiths. Now she was well-lubricated. Roy kissed her on the cheek. "Pretty please?" He pat her leg. "Linda has another remote. She can't make it." Chastity was unsurprised at the thrill that Roy's touch gave her. "I have a baby to feed." "Bring him along." "I'll think about it, okay?" She tucked hair back into her helmet. "Seven at the table this weekend," Roy said. He was speaking to her boobs again. "One or two under it." "Seven?" Chastity asked. Her mouth went dry. She felt annoyed at the assumption that she would be under the table, but knew it was probably true. She felt a rush. Oh, fuck was she touching herself in front of Roy? Chastity pulled at her skirt and placed both hands on the handlebars. Her hands shook as she did this. "I can invite more if you like." "S-seven is enough. Who's the other girl?" "It's not Noel if that's what you're asking. She's ... a bit conservative. Raised by her grandmother." "Who is it?" "A new girl. You've met her but you won't recognize her now." "Who?" "Does it matter?" He smiled. "Friday night. Clear your calendar until Monday." "I still haven't said I'll come." He pat her thigh. His thumb slid up and touched her panties. Wet. Chastity bit her lip because she was this close to cumming. He rubbed her there with his thumb and watched her squirm. "You'll come. You'll cum and cum again." Chastity's eyes fluttered as she had a small orgasm. "I'm working this weekend," Chastity said, voice shaking. Working? Where? Her specs pulled down job offers from brothels and subscription-sex services. Ever helpful, the elves that lived in her biotronics. Roy nodded. "I heard you were a working girl now. What do you charge for an overnight?" He rubbed his thumb on her sex again. "Um." She pushed his arm away. She was mildly surprised that he let her do this. He laughed. "Emergency babysitting, remember? You owe me." "I don't owe you this." He wiped his thumb on her calf. "You'll love it. Bring more test strips than you think you'll need. Condoms, too." ******** Jazz met Chastity in the parking lot. She had potting soil in her hair. "Thanks for coming over," Jazz said. "I need help lifting the monsters." She smiled. "And feeding them." "I'm here to transplant," Chastity said. "And to ask a favor." Jazz kissed her. "Does the favor involve sex?" She kissed her again and felt under her bra. "Because Joi is so not-in-the-mood and I'm horny." Chastity smiled, a bit stunned, but happy to 'help.' Looking forward to it, actually. ******** "Can you feed them while I transplant?" Jazz asked. "It will distract them. They react violently to being uprooted but once they notice that the new pot is good digs the rest of them will cooperate." "Violently?" "To me, not to you. I'd wear my leathers but they figured out how to pop the zipper the last time." She fanned herself. "The little fuckers planted me." "They what?" "Parasitic pregnancy. Don't swallow an egg or a squirmer if you can help it. Ten days, maybe twenty, and - foom! Out the other end. You get an irresistible urge to get away from people. I found a ghost town and planted five squirming horrors." She mimed squatting and grunting. "It's worse if you get planted vaginally. Six to eight weeks gestation and they want fed after you plant them." She hefted her tits. "Why am I doing this again?" Chastity asked as she took off her top. "Because you want a pot full of mobile plantlings to show to dying- boy." Chastity popped the clasp on her bra. "What do I need to know?" "If you have enough milk they may not be interested in sex." "I have plenty." Chastity expressed a little from her nipple. "If you do get sexed, spit, don't swallow. Pull away when you see a large bolus traveling up or into a tulip. Armpits, boobs - expect a lot of fucking. Every available crease. Fifty-some-odd monsters in this colony. They're all horny. Jerk them off if you like but keep your hands free. For fuck's sake don't let them hoist you or I'll have a devil of a time keeping them from planting you." She tapped Chastity on her denim shorts. "Down here." She smiled. "Herbie is a polite colony. Individuals are less polite but I keep them well fed and Joi...." Jazz blushed. "Joi is more adventurous than I am. She keeps them happy. If you want to go that route, I recommend a butt plug and a pessary." "A what?" "So you don't get planted." The colony reached for Chastity as she approached. "Um." Chastity's stomach flipped. "Maybe I should bottle feed." The colony was larger than it had been the last time she'd visited. Individual tentacles and tulips were larger, too. Jazz smiled. She pushed Chastity onto the bed and pulled at the button on her jeans. "What are you doing?" Jazz giggled. She pulled Chastity's pants off and then her panties. "What do you think?" she asked as she buried her face between Chastity's thighs. Chastity had two orgasms that way and then another when Jazz stuck a beaded plug up Chastity's arsehole. "It's electric," Jazz explained. "S'posed to light up your prostate spider." It did. Chastity bucked through a series of orgasms. Herbie pulled at her hair while Chastity rode this out. The plant monster stroked her breasts, her cheek and nibbled at one ear. It pulled one arm gently and guided her hand to a tulip. "That's a female tulip," Jazz said. "Pregnant but unfertilized. You can jerk it off." "How do they get fertilized?" Chastity asked. She fondled the tulip. It responded by getting erect. "A pollinator like you. They'll breed each other if the pot's big enough and no pollinators are available." Jazz produced a Hitachi vibrating wand. "Oh, no," Chastity said when she saw the wand. She tried to scoot away. That brought her closer to the monster. Jazz touched her with the vibrator. Chastity bucked in pleasure. She grabbed and held Jazz's hand. "Oh," Chastity purred. "I like what you do with that." She noticed that Cookie was taking notes. The other riders were surely watching, too. Jazz grinned. "Having fun yet? Wanna step up into the colony?" "Um. No?" "You're hell on my ego, girl," Jazz said. "Maybe a few more buzzes." Chastity bucked through another orgasm. "If you raise up on your elbow you can feed the closest tulips while I buzz you." Jazz changed tactics. She teased Chastity and encouraged her to arch into the vibrator. "Hunh. Okay, okay, fine. Oh, fuck." Chastity raised up. She groaned in pleasure as a tulip found each nipple. The tulips were male and planter, respectively. Chastity fondled the tulip in her grasp and found another tulip with her free hand. "Why ... me?" Chastity asked, panting. "Better you than me," Jazz said. She alternated buzzing Chastity with the wand and shocking her prostate spider with the plug. "When you finally let go of your dignity and let them haul you up I can transplant them without any trouble." "You're evil." Chastity's eyes half lidded. "Tell me you're not tempted," Jazz said. Chastity groaned. A tulip pressed against Chastity's mouth. She backed away in alarm. "Um. Help?" "You can suck it off. Pull away if you see a bolus." "Bad idea," Chastity said. "This is a bad idea." And then the tulip was in her mouth, nibbling at her tongue. Cookie laughed on the internal circuit. She said, 'Can I fuck it?' Then she pulled down a session of AVS recordings from her latest session with the tentacle monster in Ugmad's pit. 'For comparison purposes only,' she told Chastity. Chastity abandoned all protests at that moment. She surrendered to the sensations. After the next series of orgasms, she felt something invade her pussy. She glanced down and saw Jazz sliding something in and up. "Pessary," Jazz said. "For when. Not if. Looks like you're into it." Chastity sighed. The tulips in her hands exploded in jets of sticky cum. Her mouth received the same jet. It was sweet but bitter. It felt like swallowing tadpoles. Or seeds from a kiwi fruit. "Don't swallow!" Jazz said. "Too late," Chastity said. Her trainers rewarded her for swallowing. This reward was the beginning of a giant orgasm. The plants passed her one to the left - towards the end of the bed. The two flowers that had fed fell away limp. The two that she'd serviced with her hands attacked her nipples, sucking and clawing. Pumping her breasts. It hurt. But it also felt nice. The one that had finished in her mouth - a female? - tried to nudge away one of the others at her nipples but then nibbled on her ear instead. Jazz pulled that one away, and pulled it squirming and hissing away to the new pot. Potting soil fell to the carpet. "One down," Jazz said. "Fifty more to go." Fifty? Chastity shuddered in pleasure. Did she have enough milk? As this tulip - a male - erupted in her mouth, Chastity collapsed a series of orgasms. ******** The new pot, Chastity noticed, was on the other side of Jazz's bed. This proved problematic. At one point Jazz decided to take a short cut by kneeling on the bed rather than walking around it. Turning her back on the newly potted plants turned out to be a mistake. Tentacles from those plants pulled at her ankle while tentacles from the plants in front of her pulled her wrist. Jazz used her free hand to try to unwind the tendrils and cords around her left wrist. At the same time, she tried to pull free from the monsters that held her ankle. Chastity stopped what she was doing. "Hang on, guys. I have to help Jazz." She reached for Jazz's wrist. The tulip at her right breast bit her. They had teeth? "Ow. Hey!" Chastity pulled away from the plant monster. It let her go. Jazz realized then that she'd lost use of both hands. She pulled. She kicked. She strained, pulling away from the plants behind her. They let go of her foot. This launched Jazz up and into the mass of tentacles in front of her. Jazz's clothes shredded quickly in the grips of many tentacles. Not that she was wearing much to begin with. Her half tee fell away in tatters. Her bra clasp popped and the bra rode up. Her shorts disintegrated and the panties with them. Jazz looked at Chastity. "Help?" "What do I do?" "Help me untangle. If you feed them, gluh...." A tulip covered Jazz's mouth. "Are you in danger?" Chastity asked. "Do I need to call the...." Who would she call? Tree trimmers? Chastity asked, "Should I call the fire department?" Jazz wriggled. She shook her head. The monster let her speak just long enough to say, "No, I'm not in danger. Embarrassed." She grunted. "Guys, guys. One at a time." She looked up in obvious discomfort. "Feed them, girlfriend. Please? They get sluggish and lazy." "Do you need the pessary?" Jazz bore down and grunted. She said, "A little late for that, ugh. Might take a - gluh." Jazz rolled her eyes and shrugged as a tulip invaded her mouth. A moment later, the plant monster spit Jazz's IUD onto the carpet. Chastity handed the Hitachi wand over to Herbie. Jazz's eyes bugged when she saw the plant take the vibrator. She struggled. She couldn't speak clearly but Chastity heard Jazz say something that sounded like "Traitor!" "Might as well enjoy the experience, Jazz." The monsters waved the vibrator about but didn't seem to know what to do with it. Chastity showed them. She pressed the buzzing wand against a tulip that was busy at Jazz's clitoris. Jazz bucked nicely. She yelled something incoherent. "Like that," Chastity said. She touched Jazz again with the vibrator and then handed it to the plant monster. It handed the wand back to Chastity. Then it made a sound. Buzzing. The noise filled the apartment. Every tulip - in both pots - made that noise. Jazz's eyes grew wide. Then she shuddered. Shortly afterwards, Jazz had another orgasm. She was not shy about it. Chastity laughed. She resumed feeding the monsters. She noted that they kept her out of easy reach of Jazz. She let them groom her hair, realizing that - at any moment, they could just yank her by the hair and subject her to the indignities that Jazz was struggling through. Eventually, the plant monster dropped Jazz gently onto her bed, spreading potting soil onto the bed with her. Jazz looked up at Chastity, a sleepy grin on her face. She pointed one finger at Chastity. Chastity returned fire with a similar gesture, except that she used her middle finger. She finished transplanting the monsters, noting which of them seemed pregnant with eggs or similarly shaped masses. She saved three non-gravid monsters - a male, a female, and a planter - for a small pot to show to Reginald. Each of the individual monsters in the colony had a different personality. Some of them gave her kisses as she transplanted them. Some were more cheeky, molesting her in a more personal way. A few of them used claws to mark her. One, a male, erupted into her cleavage as she carried it to its new home. Each of the plantlings dug into the new soil in the new pot. Each of the ones who stayed in the old pot uprooted and dug in at a new location. At the end of her efforts, Chastity counted twenty four monsters in the pot by the window and twenty-seven in the pot on the other side of Jazz's bed, under the grow lamp. Jazz looked up at the monsters on both sides of her bed. "I was going to transplant them all to the big pot." "They had other ideas," Chastity said. "Sex in this bed will never be the same," Jazz said. "You know that, right?" Chastity smiled. She shrugged. ******** Chastity used Jazz's hand truck to move the lapweed microcolony down the stairs and into Jazz's car. Then she followed Jazz to Joi's house. They moved the colony to Joi's front room. Chastity traded kisses with each tulip and picked Drake up. She rubbed noses with Baby Drake. "Missed you, monster," she told Drake. He signed. 'Monster-you, monster-you.' "No. These are the real monsters." She pointed to the plants in the large plastic pot. He giggled and wanted down. Chastity set him down and let him introduce himself to the plant monster. "Joi!" Chastity yelled out. "Teach me how to strip. I think I'm applying for your old job at Club 69." She walked into the kitchen. "Nothing else will get that man's attention." She stopped. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Mac ... Eveline ... Evil." Eveline nodded. "Why work in a dive when there are nicer clubs right here in town?" "Because your son won't say three words to me. Maybe he'll notice me if I take my clothes off." Eveline laughed. "He noticed you. It's all he would talk this afternoon." She frowned. "First time in ages he wasn't droning on about the nurses or the copay or the insurance company." Chastity sat at the kitchen table. "Coffee, please. I just had a Tarzan adventure. Vines and thorns and man-eating plant babies." "Woman-eating," Jazz said. She sat in Chastity's lap. "And you weren't the one who was planted." "Nine-Dot save me from Plan A," Chastity said. She raised her hands to testify. Then she hugged Jazz. "I'm not talking to you," Jazz said. ******** They all ate dinner. Venison with white sauce and some coin-shaped pasta. "There's no tomato in this," Chastity said. "Why is it called vitelli tomato? And why does it smell of fish?" Joi growled. "Vitello tonnato. I'm supposed to use veal." She shrugged. "Instead of venison. It's flavored with tuna." "Too much fish sauce," Chastity said. "It smells like pussy." "I didn't use any fish sauce. If your pussy smells like that, see a doctor." Chastity picked at her food. She ate the pasta. Then she fed the baby. While Jazz and Joi washed dishes, Chastity pumped milk. She put a blanket down in the snow for Drake. He ignored the blanket and helped Chastity feed the monsters by each window. The monsters outside all buzzed when she handled them. Chastity asked them, "Do you guys talk? How did you know to make this noise?" Drake insisted that she feed the monsters in the living room too, even though she told him that they'd already eaten. She had to pump again to get milk for them. She was not inclined to feed them at her breast - not in front of Drake or his grandmother. It did surprise her that she had enough milk for this. She filled four bottles - after feeding Drake - and could have pulled more. Joi noticed this also. "A dollar a milliliter," she said. "I won't certify for home dairies now. Human Growth Factor and ... other factoids. I'm a walking biopharm factory." Eveline asked, "Is that for baby?" "It is. I can't even feed an RT baby now - unless it's being accelerated for early harvest." "That's a niche market," Eveline said. "Does it pay well?" "I'm not in it for the pay. And, as far as that's concerned - one RT baby and I'm done. Too much heartbreak. I'm not selling milk for a home dairy, either. Probably. Maybe. Not if I have a choice." ******** They all got into Eveline's car and went to the bowling alley. "Nice ride," Nguyen said. "Is this your grandmother's car?" Eveline laughed. "Granny lets me drive it on Bingo nights." She handed him the keys. "No dents, please. The old bird will skin me toothless." Nguyen said, "I'll park it in the VIP lot." He drove it to the dirt lot behind the bowling alley. "I hope he knows how to drive in snow," Eveline said. She winced when Nguyen bottomed out the suspension while negotiating a giant pothole. "Welcome to Silver Rush Lanes," Jackson said. "Oh, hi, Chastity. Jazz. Um.... Carob?" Joi laughed. She nodded. "Who is your friend?" Jackson gave his brightest smile to the new girl. "I'm Evil," Eveline said. "Size seven." Jackson nodded slowly. He got shoes for all of them. Eveline bowled a perfect game. Chastity noticed that the alley had one human employee. Jackson handed out shoes, mopped up messes, ran toilet paper to the ladies room, and ran the fry grill too. She sent a memo to Two Debs, suggesting a new location for a coffee cart. Joi noticed the transaction. She asked about it. Chastity said, "I get paid for suggestions - even stupid ones. But this place could definitely use a Debbie cart. Maybe a Sausage cart?" "I dunno. People like burgers and pizza." "Debbies don't have burgers and pizza?" "Not yet, they don't." Chastity put in another suggestion. ******** They filled two memory chips with video of Baby Drake. Bowling. Clapping and dancing at gutter balls. Tasting a beer and making sour faces at it. Nguyen and Steve joined them, bowling in the next lane over. "I'm not really a valet," Nguyen admitted. "I just wanted to drive your grandmother's car. It's a classic." Eveline nodded and touched his knee. "I get the car on Tuesday nights," she said. "Really?" Nguyen asked. "Fav. No labs on Tuesdays. I'm open." "Get a room, you two," Joi said. Eveline smiled quietly. She touched his chest. "Do you like hunting and fishing?" "Um. Maybe?" "Long Lake freezes over most winters. Ever been ice fishing?"