Jonathan turned serious and began to talk to Martin about him growing up and how he grew up on the Harrison farm, and he wanted to know if it was shut down. Martin looked at Jonathan curiously. "Why would they have shut down an independent ranch like Harrison? It wasn’t corporate."
Jonathan started to tell his story with a heavy voice. "We were raised in a rookery setting and there were 30 to 35 of us boys in each pod. As we got close to our 16th birthday, they began to co in and examine us once a week. They were taking temperatures, they were taking asurents, and sotis checking our back ports. They would take a probe and insert it into us and see how far it would go until we beca so uncomfortable that we couldn’t handle it. As we hit the mark on the probe, one by one boys were taken out. After three days, they would return—they were always swollen in their back port, they walked funny, and they complained that their insides felt weird."
He paused, collecting himself before continuing. "We were all young. We didn’t know what was going on. We didn’t have any idea what they had done until one day they ca in and took my best friend. He passed their test. After three days they brought him back and he asked to check him—he said it felt real weird down behind him. We went to the shower area where we could have privacy. He pretended to drop his soap and bent over. His rear vent was swollen horribly—it was dark red and purple—and he said it hurt. We stayed in the shower a little while and ca out."
"Do you feel all right?" Jonathan had asked his friend.
"He said he felt okay, but his insides felt funny. A month passed—nothing. Two months passed—still not much. I knew soon he would go into transition and he would grow just like all Genn do, but that wouldn’t happen for a while. Then his belly started to grow, and it grew quick. They ca in to check him one day and they said it was progressing perfectly—he had passed the test and was the best candidate. One of the humans rubbed his stomach and said, ’Don’t worry, it’ll be all right. It may hurt when it cos out, but you’ll do just fine. I will see to it.’ My friend was very scared. We didn’t know anything else until his stomach moved one day and we realized there were 13 young Genn who were 16 that were carrying babies within them."
Jonathan’s voice grew more intense. "I did a little snooping and found out so information from my human friend. When they felt that the boy was mature enough to handle a Genn penis according to the probe, he was taken to another area and Genconmide was put up inside of him with a big tube—he was pumped full of it and it caused his insides to mature within six hours. They were drugged so they didn’t know this. Then they brought a grown Genn in and they gave him two more shots of Genconmide directly into a vein to start his cycle. He was mounted by the Genman and in-bred for two days. He ca out of there pregnant—16 years old equivalent and he was already pregnant. They found a way around the transition. They had two years to breed him three tis before he went into transition. They had a way to get more offspring."
His hands clenched as he continued. "Sotis they got big quick—we never saw them again. So of them ca back with their stomachs flattened and they were sore on their backside, but in a couple months later they swelled up again. The human that helped warned to leave. My friend warned to leave before it happened to —I was going to be next. I got a chance, I ran. I left and went to the city. Within a few months I t William. I told him the story and he’s never let out of his sight. But what makes it even worse is when they take them back to the breeder’s area, they put a tracking chip in them so they can keep up with their profit margin that walks on two legs."
Martin looked at Angela and Hanz with urgency. "Get the director on the phone—he needs to know this. I got the conversation recorded and I’ll transmit it to him. This is horrible. I cannot believe that they would use this on 16-year-old Genn just to get two more breeding years out of them."
Martin turned back to Jonathan, his expression serious. "Will you go on record? You swear out a complaint? And you know this is going to throw you in the lilight—you’ll be outed just like I was—but this cannot be allowed to happen."
"If I can help my friend Frankie, that’s all I care about. I don’t know if he’s still in the program because Harrison Ranch is a corporate-owned under-the-table ranch," Jonathan replied with determination.
Angela took a deep breath, her voice steely. "Not for long. I’ll close the fucking place down."
Director Tony Corday, upon hearing the story and receiving the recording from Jonathan, hit the roof. "Get back here as soon as you can, Angela, and Hanz, co with her. We are going for a visit and we are going to rip that damn place apart and find this breeding quarters," he commanded.
Jonathan spoke up with resolve. "I can lead you right to it. I know where it is, I know how to get in the back doors or even to the front door. I’ll walk right in and show you what they’re doing. I am not afraid of any of them anymore—I’m not a child and I will help."
Director Corday’s voice softened with gratitude. "Thank you, Jonathan, for your assistance in this matter. I assure you that you will be safe and we will shut it down and rescue every child and Genman that is in that area being bred against the Genman Society Departnt of Rules and Regulations for fair treatnt. I will get back in contact with everyone concerned and let you know when to et up, but don’t go anywhere. Stay at the Z1 Ranch—you’re safe. Zach will take care of you."
Zach picked up his internal communicator and put the security team on high alert. No one in or no one out without proper ID and travel orders—the place was on lockdown.
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