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 THE INSTITUTE - Part 1

   by Lady Grey

   The Doctor had been a baby-loving pervert since he was quite young.  He
was 6 when he and his friend had played with the boy's baby sister,
starting off with looking at and touching her puffy little slit, and
quickly progressing to poking her holes with fingers and tongues, small
objects, and enjoying the way she instinctively suckled on their little
penises.

   As adults, the men had become part of a secret network with other
professionals who shared their 'interests'.  The group was made up mostly
of medical professionals, but there were also engineers, pilots,
architects, lawyers and technology experts - an accumulated knowledge that
would protect and advance their grand plan.

   The Doctor had been lucky in his upbringing, which meant he'd secured a
good job with a prestigious medical research institute upon graduating from
university.  The CEO of the Institute was a dirty old man who frequently
took overseas trips where he could pay to satisfy his desire for sex with
young boys, and together they had developed a separate branch of the
Institute that would was built on a private island and was completely
funded by the Institute's legitimate front-facing business activities.

   The secret branch was identified only as C-MIP.  It was widely
misbelieved this was a small unit looking into alternative cancer
treatments.  In reality the acronym came from 'the Creation and
Manipulation of Infants for Pedophiles'.

   The network had the CEO at its helm, while The Doctor as the chief
scientist made up a board of four others that represented the professional
talent within the organisation who would all oversee progress and direction
of C-MIP.

   Their entire research was dedicated to The Centre where they brought
genetically modified babies into the world, and developed drugs to make a
variety of permanent changes, such as shorter pregnancy terms, babies not
growing teeth until they turned 2, never ageing physically past the age of
8, always being in a state of happiness, and being highly suggestible,
stunted mentally and able to endure a lifetime of sexual use.

   Female pedophiles in the network acted as caregivers at the centre. 
Some had been active breeders, and they all provided breast milk through
sessions at milking machines throughout the day.  This was important
because milk and semen were what the children were fed on, so a plentiful
supply was collected and stored for food.

   There were a few animals on the island, used for milk and food for
adults mostly, though the dogs were kept as additional sex aids.  Very
early on in the Centre's establishment, they had made a genetic
modification so that the children born would not have ordinary human
toileting functions.  Because they were only fed on sperm and milk,
whenever their bellies were full, they would be sat on little potties and
the creamy-coloured milky fluid from their stomach would pour from their
arseholes, and this would be fed to the animals along with regular animal
food.

   The medical advances were not limited to the children though.  They had
also created an annual injection for their members which enabled a quicker
recovery from orgasms, and a greater abundance of ejaculate.  This
breakthrough added to the amount of semen they could collect for food, but
also improved participation and enjoyment during group sessions where
pedophile orgies lasted for an entire weekend.

   The Centre had permanent staff located on-site and flew in paying
members who could come for individual sex sessions or for special events.
The Centre was divided into wings by number.  The number represented the
age range in years of the children in that wing, so Wing02 were the babies;
Wing34 were the toddlers; 57 were the big kids; and at the age of 8, an
auction would be held for that child to be sold to a private buyer who
wanted well-trained highly sexed fucktoys for their own use.

   There were activity rooms, which were really just themed fucking rooms.
Group ones were large with plenty of furniture at waist height for putting
little bodies on to.  Individual activity rooms were smaller and were
themed by colour, toys, movies, or what types of equipment an adult might
want to use on their sexdoll.

   The only rule was that children had to be left to sleep at night,
because they learned early on that the chaos of having groups of very
tired, upset children was not conducive to their continuing research or
pleasure.

   The Doctor's wife had died in childbirth, which broke his heart.  He
kept the child, Honey, at the Centre but always treated her with extra
affection.  He encouraged the development of particular drugs which he had
every intention of only using on her.

   After she was born, she had undergone an operation which connected her
throat to her uterus, so regardless of whether she was fucked in the mouth
or in the vagina, sperm would always get to her uterus.  This was
deliberate because The Doctor had very special plans for her.

   END of Part 1

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