Nadia took a sip of her tea, then looked back at Isabella. "Yes, she's special. But we still have eight. Four have already undergone surgery, and three are waiting. And in addition, we still have several dozen other subjects vying for this opportunity."
Isabella felt complicated. If they still had plenty of subjects, losing a few wouldn't be a problem. But for those unfamiliar with it, it would be unsettling.
"Wait, you said there are eight. If four have been treated, and three are still waiting, then what about the other one?"
"That one is in the medical room."
Nadia brought up a holographic screen showing a boy whose face was shattered.
The boy's face was wrapped in thin bandages, and he was inside some kind of helmet, probably for recovery. And through the transparent visor, one could see two tubes, likely a respirator. However, the tube was positioned not under his nose, but in the middle of his nose, as if the boy didn't have a nose.
"Don't tell me this is because of the fight you mentioned."
Nadia switched to CCTV footage showing a little girl sitting on a boy, repeatedly smashing a baking pan into his face.
"What do you think?"
"This isn't a child's fight anymore."
"That's why we said she's a bit out of control. If she gets treatment and gets stronger, what do you think she'll do?" Nadia asked after refilling Isabella's empty cup.
Isabella took another sip of her tea and thought for a moment.
"This fight seems to be going on for quite a while. If you had the footage, you could have stopped it quickly. But you only acted after the fight was over."
Nadia didn't answer for a moment. She pondered and considered all of Isabella's responses, which had been able to resist all of her persuasions.
"All the children here are children who have lost their parents, been abandoned by their families, or been lied to with the word 'Safety' because they don't want to bear a child who could spread fear or cause harm. You're the only one we can ask for help, and only you can save this child. I'm just going to ask, not force, so you can refuse."
Nadia walked to the door and opened it for Isabella to leave.
"You can meet me tonight for further discussion. And if your answer is no, you can consider everything you heard just hearsay."
"Wait, what will you do with the child if I refuse?"
Nadia didn't answer, just looking at Isabella with the same gaze.
Understanding that she wouldn't get an answer, Isabella got up from the chair and quickly left.
*****
"Breastfeeding a child isn't wrong. We could probably think of it like donating blood or donating breast milk directly. It's just..."
"She's not a baby, or someone we dislike," Isabella said, continuing her friend's words.
"You know what? I might be able to replace you."
With that, that night they met with Nadia, and the next day, they made preparations.
In a room, Isabella sat in a chair with her hands and feet bound.
"Can you explain what this means?"
"Making someone's breasts produce milk usually takes a long time and has many requirements."
The backrest of the chair lowered slightly, making it look like a lounge chair. Then, the leg braces moved in the opposite direction, forcing Isabella to spread her legs.
"...The most common condition is that the person is pregnant or has been pregnant."
Nadia's two assistants partially unbuttoned Isabella's shirt and then ripped open the crotch of her trousers—revealing the tight shorts underneath.
"What are you planning to do?" Isabella asked, visibly angry, but with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Getting you pregnant and waiting for your milk to come in—that takes a long time. And we can't do that." Nadia ignored Isabella's question and continued explaining. "There are ways that don't require pregnancy, and they require drugs and surgery that could be dangerous and could have serious consequences later on. Luckily, we have a better way."
Nadia's assistants unhooked Isabella's bra and then pulled out several flesh-like creatures from the box.
Looking at the monsters, Isabella could immediately guess what they were planning to do to her.
"Try it, and you might not be alive tomorrow."
The two women had experimented with it many times, so they ignored Isabella's threat.
Nadia injected several types of injections into Isabella's breasts, and the two bowl-like monsters were immediately attached to them by her two assistants.
Isabella was immediately startled and screamed slightly when she felt the texture of living flesh against her breasts.
The two monsters then began to make sucking and pumping movements on her breasts.
Not only that, the tentacle monsters were placed around Isabella's genitals and buttocks.
The monsters seemed to be rubbing and trying to penetrate Isabella's two holes, but they couldn't because of the shorts she was still wearing.
"To make your breasts produce milk, hormonal changes and estrogen need to be triggered. Luckily, you just finished your period, so this will be easier."
Hearing about her period, Isabella immediately realized something, but she didn't have time to think further as the stimulation in her breasts and genitals began to intensify.
"To increase the reaction, the body needs a strong and prolonged stimulus to keep the process going."
Isabella tried to resist the stimulation, but her body, especially her breasts, which had been injected, couldn't handle the sexual pleasure she was feeling.
"Usually, women with more mature bodies are more likely to produce milk. However, because this method requires strong stimulation, younger women who have sex less often will have a higher sensitivity, so your friend can't replace you."
Isabella didn't know how Nadia knew about her, but she certainly hated herself because her seriousness in her work had become a weakness and the thing that had gotten her into this situation.
When she struggled, Nadia suddenly forced her to drink a strange drink. Isabella tried to resist, coughing and spitting it out, but Nadia continued to force her to drink.
A few moments later, Isabella felt her body begin to weaken, which calmed her down, allowing her to feel every stimulation happening to her body.
With each more vivid stimulation, Isabella felt more and more pleasure.
"This process will take a long time, so there's no need to hold back. Something like this might only happen once in your life. So, it's okay if you take the time to enjoy it."
Isabella's face hardened, and she rejected the idea. As a trained soldier, she should have been able to withstand the abuse. But as a woman who rarely received touch, how?