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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Hi ya’ll, thanks for checking out this story. This is my first work on this site, and I’m hoping to write at least another work in this universe so I’d really appreciate any and all feedback!
TW: General themes of non-con, graphic descriptions and lots of blood in Part 6. I absolutely hate the MC and tease his virgin ass throughout the entire story so don’t expect a happy ending of any kind for this guy.
PROLOGUE
John arrived early that day at the college pool, the glaring sun barely risen in a clear cloudless sky, cautious of being seen. He had to be careful. He knew what he was doing was illegal, immoral, and would ruin the lives of so many women: With the nation-wide ban on abortions and birth control, although no doubt some women would managed to travel overseas to more liberal countries, most simply couldn’t. He sheepishly knelt down, dipping a finger into the untainted water of the pool. It was colder than the bio-baths they had back in the labs, and saturated with enough chlorine to kill off any ordinary semen, but he had faith that his bio-engineered sample would survive. After a last furtive glance, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the hefty vial of gray-colored liquid. He checked it one last time, then unscrewed the lid.
He knew what he was doing was wrong… but he simply had to do it. For science.
PART 1
One month earlier
John woke up late, again, after a poor night’s sleep. He had to listen to the rhythmic, passionate thumping, creaking, and occasional moaning from Monica’s room. Whoever designed the student halls at the Autonomous College of Oklahoma to have the bedrooms back-to-back must have lived in a nunnery, because almost every night without fail, he’d hear Monica having a good night with whichever boyfriend she had this week. He hated it. She was so irresistibly, infuriatingly sexy. Being an athletic swimmer, she was in peak physical form, her toned muscular ass no doubt feeling great to plunge into for whichever guy she’d taken a liking to. She wasn’t catty or bitchy either, and despite his chronic social awkwardness around her she’d always happily greet John whenever the two met and chat merrily. It was nice enough, but it was bittersweet to talk to her knowing that she’d never sleep with a guy like him. All her fuck buddies were other athletes, guys from the Varsity team. A skinny bio major like him stood no chance, and he resigned himself knowing that the best he could ever get to getting with her is eavesdropping on her getting railed through the plasterboard.
The same couldn’t be said for the other girl John lived with, Audrey, as the most she heard from her room on a Saturday night was the gentle thrum of her vibrator. She was a shy, nerdy girl, and hardly ever initiated conversation. She wasn’t as conventionally attractive as Monica, and sure as hell not as sporty, and her sedentary lifestyle meant she was extremely chubby. Although she often wore baggy clothes to try and hide it, John could still see the outline of her voluptuous Rubenesque curves, and he considered it a challenge to him to undress her with his eyes. Whenever they were in the kitchen together, he’d never fail to catch the sight of her soft, silky midriff bulging out of her sweatpants as she stretched. That girl’s body was a plump enigma, occasionally revealing itself in quivering furtive slivers, but never all at once. Knowing her, and unlike her less heavy flatmate, she was probably a virgin, and that made my glancing views of her soft unguarded flesh even more arousing.
John trotted down the street on the way to his lab. Unfortunately for him, his PI had gone on maternity leave before he could finish his project, so although his exams were over, he had to postpone his laboratory project until she returned, so he now had to wait around for the next ten months before he could officially graduate. She wasn’t the hottest woman, but watching her baby bump gradually swell week on week had been very distracting. Fortunately for him, with unlimited lab access, he had found a new personal project which he could busy himself with in the meantime, which he was on his way to commence, when he heard an approaching set of footsteps behind him.
“Hey John!”
He looked back and saw Monica running after him, her boobs bouncing in the confines of her sports bra as she jogged. Behind her he was shocked to see Audrey, ragged and out of breath, wearing a baggy grey hoodie and a pair of tight lycra shorts that revealed her doughy thick legs. Monica locked eyes with him and shot a welcoming smile at him which filled him with warmth, but as always the feeling soured as he continued staring at her breasts.
“It’s good to see you again, it feels like it’s been a while. Are you going to the lab?” she chirruped.
“Yeah, I have some, uh, unfinished work on my project.” He yawned to hide his lie.
“Ahaha, early mornings, huh? Yeah, I didn’t sleep too well,” she innocently escort bursa said, likely not realizing how thin the walls of her room are.
Audrey caught up with them, her short cyan hair matted with sweat.
“C’mon Monica, wheeze, you can’t go off running like that, wheeze, we haven’t even got to the gym yet!”
Audrey arched her back, allowing her sopping wet hoodie to drape across her alarmingly large chest. “Why are you going to the gym, Audrey?” John inquired, but before she could recover her breath, Monica answered.
“Not her usual style, huh? I’m not actually doing any training today, but I’ve convinced Auds to come with so I can show her around the gym. I’m sure she could make a great swimmer if she tried, and this is the first step!” Audrey gave a sheepish smile to the floor, and Monica put her arm around the girl, and if she hadn’t’ve already been red in the face Audrey would’ve blushed.
“Anyway, we’ll leave you to your test tubes. Man you egg-heads never get a break, huh? Have fun with your petri dishes, we’ll catch you around!”
Monica flashed him a last, sweet smile, before running off with Audrey scrambling in her wake, her wide, breedable hips swaying as she ran, and John couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to hold, to grope that ass, to slide himself into her, to blow his load into her fertile womb and-
He stopped himself, his erection rising. He had to save such thoughts for when he was in the lab, alone. Although his now pregnant PI had put a pause to his degree work, he still had access to the labs, and he had started a small personal project which he wanted to get done ASAP before she returned. With all the discourse around the upcoming ban on both abortions and birth control across the country, there was enormous fever for fertility-related sciences from Christian charities and funding bodies, even if it involved things like genetic modification that they should theoretically be against. He was looking for what he might do after he graduated next year, and it turns out many of these bodies offer extremely generous loans to anyone willing to try and counteract the perceived drop in birth rate in the Christian population. Most scientists of his caliber would be abhorred to take money from such organization, but these religious nuts were offering eyewatering amounts… and of course, the idea of increasing the number of pregnant women in the world did pique his interest. So, he wanted to see if he could find a way to treat sperm to make them more resistant to temperate and pH variances. Of course, this being personal project, he was hardly going to make a scientific breakthrough or anything, and he still hadn’t figured out the issue of obtaining an egg to test the sperm on. As he passed the gym, he peeked hungrily through the windows, and caught a glimpse of Monica doing squats with her back to him, while Audrey, sweating under her baggy hoodie, jogged on a treadmill, her heavy footfalls sending shockwaves through her body her bouncing breasts. One thing he certainly wouldn’t be amiss for was sperm to sample from.
He arrived at the lab, finding it empty at such an early hour. Rows of fume hoods and bleached, sterile benches ran through the rooms, not a single soul in sight. He arrived at his station and got the equipment and solutions he needed, before taking one last look out into the corridor, then taking off his pants. The one small issue (and it was rather small) was that he was completely flaccid. He closed his eyes, and imagined something sexy. Immediately, his mind went to Monica. Specifically, a frequent fantasy of his was one time in the communal kitchen a few weeks back. It had just been announced that the newly elected President Trunk had banned abortions across the entire country, and the new bill banning birth control was announced. He hadn’t thought much of it, though he secretly hoped that it would mean Monica would stop having so much sex, but when he found her in their kitchen, distraught and sobbing, that malice evaporated. She told him she was so upset, that she was going to be forced through the abject body horror of having periods again and the sickening amounts of bloody they entail, that this country was going to kill her, and lots of other things he probably should’ve been listening to, but he was too distracted by the bouncing of her cleavage every time she sobbed.
After a brief moment of silence, she said, “At least there are some men like you, John. You’re not after me, not predatory. In fact, you’re the only male friend I have that doesn’t just want to fuck me! You really give me hope that not all men are fucked up perverts. Thank you.”
He was startled, and before he could reply, she rose to her feet and embraced him. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and taking his chance, he squeezed her tightly back. He lustily pressed himself against her small frame, hands crossing over her back and clasping her bursa otele gelen escort soft waist. Her face was burrowed into his shoulder, her shirt pulled down, revealing the top of her black-laced bra and breasts. The pillowy mammaries squished against his, soft and supple. With alarm he felt his dick harden and push against his pants, dangerously close to making contact with her midriff.
Later, he was reliving that moment, and he had a vision of both of them, in the same position but naked, her skin hot and soft against his. The tip of his dick was at her navel, slowly
inching up, then, impossibly, into it. He imagined her belly button stretching over it, enveloping his dick, as it slid in he could see her flesh warping around it. Eventually, he was all the way in, and he imagined looking down and seeing it past her pert breasts, his dick vanishing into her stomach. He imagined gently drawing it out, then back in, rocking back and forth, her belly pulsing and recoiling as he fucked her, sending blunt ripples across her torso. He grasped her more tightly, sneaking his hands around to massage her ripe breasts, as he fucked her like a human fleshlight, dick immersed deep in her warm, soft depths. Finally, he would climax, injecting an impossibly large torrent of cum directly into her womb, her belly swelling with his hot load. He looked down, and saw her belly plump and full of cum, looking five months pregnant, a gossamer film of semen trailing out of her belly button and to the tip of his dick.
“You did it, John. You’ve fertilized me, claimed me as your own. You’ve changed me, irreversibly, Now look at me!” she exclaimed, holding the bump of her belly with both hands, then seductively caressing it. “Your parasite is growing in me as we speak, John, I’m incubating it, spurring it. My whole body is slave to the embryo you put in me-” She interrupted herself with a moan, and she moved her hands up and held her breasts, bulbous and swollen. “My swimming career is ruined! You’ve made me soft, wrecked my perfect figure. You’ve ruined my body, all for your own pleasure. How does that make you feel?”
As unrealistic as that fantasy was, both in premise and in physical details, it was effective, and when he returned to the present his sample overflowed the flask.
PART 2
He began the long and laborious process of reinforcing his semen. Using a careful concoction of solvents and reagents, he could theoretically make his sperm survive for a significantly longer time than it would be able to naturally, leading to a much higher chance of fertilization.
Hours passed, the sun rose and fell, leaving him alone to his evil deeds. At times he had to wait for reactions to happen, and would habitually return to his favorite hobby of scrolling through thirst traps on Instagram (and occasionally generating more sample). Finally, after much toil, he had distilled a tiny drop of grey, watery serum. He tentatively diluted it with water, dropped it onto a glass slide and viewed it under the microscope. To his amazement, he was able to see the small, furiously wiggling spermatozoa, desperately searching for something to fertilize. These weren’t just any sperms either, as he could see by their sharpened, drill-like acrosomes, the treatment they had undergone should’ve theoretically made them orders of magnitude more survivable than usual. He took out the slide and dabbed a tiny piece of agar soaked in progesterone to simulate the environment near an unfertilized egg. He then peeked back in the microscope to be greeted by the sight of the thousands of spermatozoa all turning heel and bearing down on the faux-egg. Some of the ones ahead of the pack were already greedily rubbing up against the agar, desperate for an opening. Eventually the agar dot was surrounded on all sides, bristling with seeds desperate to get access to its untouched interior. Finally, after much thrashing, one of them broke through the surface, burrowing violently into the helpless virgin core of matter, before bursting in a cloud of precious genetic material, victorious over its brothers in claiming the egg as its own. He got so hard from watching all this that he had to go off and make some more sample.
Although the first test had been a success, his sperm would have to withstand much harsher conditions in real life. As a test he diluted some hydrochloric acid to just above vaginal levels, then added it to the slide. He watched in horror as his sperm, after writhing around for a while, eventually died. Dammit! That sample had taken all day to process, and I’ve ruined it! As he cleared up and switched off the lights in the lab, his resolve hardened as he swore to create the ultimate impregnation serum.
So went the following weeks, day after day he would labor away, perfecting his art, creating and evolving the serum. He put the sperm through hot and cold, acid and alkaline. bursa merkez escort It turned out his method was actually extremely inefficient in terms of how much seminal fluid was needed to create the final product, so he had to vigorously and determinedly beat himself dry daily. As the College-monitored laboratory wifi was the only available, he couldn’t go to his usually websites of choice for such activities, so he had to be satisfied with using his imagination. Day after day he pictured himself being the one on the other side of his bedroom wall, with his weedy arms being the ones that held onto Monica’s behind as he rawdogged her. Time after time, he imagined Audrey finally undressing herself before him, her thick hips ripe and waxed with soft, cushioning adipose, imagined himself fondling her soft, supple skin, then reaching out and fucking her belly button, her chubby rolls engulfing his cock. He imagined the two girls both with heavy, bulging bellies, both formerly independent and untethered women forced to bear his seed, the flux of hormones coursing through their bodies making them weak and subservient and desperate for more of his cum. He imagined bending them over in turn and fucking them over the kitchen table, those stupid, inaccessible females finally made to feel the brunt of his libido.
He perfected the serum, making his semen nigh on indestructible. He would bombard them with whatever chemicals he could find in the lab, placed them in environments far more hostile than any uterus could ever be, but no matter what he tried they would still doggedly survive and continue ravenously searching for an egg.
But where could he find an egg? The university didn’t have any facilities which stored them, and he couldn’t exactly order them from Amazon, and despite sending numerous messages to women on Reddit, he was still squarely single. If this project was to amount to anything other than a lot of hand cramp, he had to prove that the modified sperm could still lead to viable pregnancy.
As he continued, the thought troubled him, but slowly, as his sperm proved themselves hardier and hardier, a dreadful thought dawned on him. The sperm he had made survived for so long in such harsh conditions, if he could somehow distribute the sperm somewhere that was likely to make contact with the vagina, the sperm would likely survive until the woman next had sex, where his supersemen would no doubt outcompete any other samples. All he had to do was find some way to deliver his serum close enough to a woman’s vagina…
A thought struck him: Audrey’s vibrator! The girl used that thing regularly, all he had to do was break into that girl’s room, slather his love juice over her vibrator, then wait and see the results.
As he busied himself readying a vial of his best stock, he entered a mad fever, the possible success of actually impregnating the voluptuous recluse spurring him on. He left the lab in a rush, careering back to the halls of residence, adrenaline coursing through his body. Just as he was entering the hallway and rounding the corner to Audrey’s room, he came crashing headfirst into Monica as she was leaving her own room. Before he could react, he slammed into her, catching her off guard and toppling both himself and her with a yelp. She gracefully rolled on her side as she fell and quickly recovered, while he faceplanted onto the grubby carpet. His vision swam, as he felt a hand gently caress his shoulder.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay buddy?” Monica gently shook him, and he slowly lumbered up with a groan.
“… I’m good…” he said, groggily inspecting his reddened palms that utterly failed to catch his fall. A few pieces of grit on the carpet had left a nasty impact graze on his right hand. He began to think, Dammit! How will I jack off now?, but was interrupted by Monica drawing herself closer.
“You sure? What’s the matter here-” Suddenly, Monica reached over and cradled his hands. John’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt her gentle but firm hands gently caress his raw and veiny digits, his flared skin cooled by her firm touch. He became very aware of how heavy his breathing was from running from the lab. He looked at her face, a gently curling lock of hair unfurled across her cheek, her soft eyes turned downward and filled with judging concern as she inspected him.
“Well thank god it’s not bleeding, Jesus. You’d better get that washed quick though, do you have any plasters?” She turned up and matched his stare, and hit him the
full force of her deep, inky blue eyes, her brow furrowed with worry.
“I… uh…”
He became utterly dysfunctional beneath the mesmer of the woman’s eyes. His mind raced to come up with an answer, overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy of the situation.
“… yeah.”
Mustering that monosyllabic response felt like it was the single hardest task he’d ever been given.
“Ah, that’s good.” She glanced down at the floor. “Hey, you dropped-“
A violent shock ran through John’s mind: The serum! He had been holding it in his hands when they collided, he must have dropped it. Just as he turned to follow Monica’s gaze, Audrey’s door creaked open and revealed her in her oversized parker, and she blinked at both of them.
“Uh, I heard a cry, is everything…?”
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