P-88 by anonymous of /d/

P-88, by Anonymous of /d/

 

        “Ok, lie still, Suzanne…I don’t think we need to lie to eachother anymore.  This will hurt…a lot”.  Dr. Suzanne Stipple lay strapped to a polished silver operating table, under over-bright fluorescents.  Wires slinked away from her wrists, chest, and forehead.  Maggie stood with trepidation in a wrinkled lab-coat, hypodermic needle of freshly synthesized P-88 in hand, waiting for the command that didn’t need to be said.  Generators hummed through pale blue concrete.

        “Ugh… Just, POKE me, Maggie.  We’ve done this dance before!” Suzanne flexed her wrists in the leather straps, in dread of the next thirty seconds.  Maggie cautiously drew closer, bent down between Suzanne’s strapped thighs, placed the needle an inch below her belly button in the middle of a bright red circle, and pushed.  The pain was fierce.  Suzanne tensed and grunted.  Maggie winced in empathy as she pushed the plunger down as lovingly as possible, the burning enzyme radiating from Suzanne’s stomach in searing waves.

“Relax, it’s almost over.”

“Gnng…not helping, Maggs.”

        The burning was intensifying, Suzanne could feel it in her joints now, her spine, behind her eyes.  Her breath came in ragged streams, she started to shake and convulse.  The first time they had done this ‘dance’, Suzanne had taken P-88 standing up in her office.  She almost broke her laptop and Maggie’s wrist before passing out.  By the seventh time, all doses were to be administered in Lab B, by another person, with vitals monitored, incase the unthinkable happened…

        “F—goddamn that bitessSSSAH!”  Waves of slow fire were being poured over her body, every muscle and tendon flexed and shivered in the heat of the pain.  Suzanne’s head wrenched back and forth, monitors beeped and buzzed with increasing intensity.  Then gradually, blissfully, the knives stopped twisting.  The pain melted out of her body and settled into a cool ache. Suzanne exhaled explosively, collapsing onto the table, her chest rising and falling in choppy sighs.  Maggie was there with a cool towel on her forehead and a warm hand on her shoulder.

        “How is it?”

        “It’s not fun…”

        “Suzanne…are you su-“

        “DON’T…finish that sentence.”

        This was week-seven of the lab tests they had been unauthorized to perform, and Suzanne was never going to hear Maggie utter that question again.  Eight years.  Nearly a decade of research, experimentation, tests, print-outs, drawing boards, late night chinese food, and fist-poundingly infuriating computational issues… and for what?  For some dumpy, starched-pressed politician to say that human tests for her theoretical cure for infertility was ‘crass and unimportant’?  

How could a senator with three children understand the turmoil and emptiness of being sterile?  To never feel a life growing within you.  So many women cut off forever from the primal joy of motherhood; and we were so close, only to be guffawed off the stage from a phalanx of over-tenured buffoons behind charity shrimp cocktails.

 

        The fury from that snide convention still burned hot a full month later, and after all the stonewalls, denials of funding, looks of feigned dismay and apathy from higher-ups, day after day of watching millions of dollars float into the lab only to be sunk into breast enlargement science and diet pills… Suzanne had had enough.  She made a statement that she was dropping her ‘pet project’, deleted all data from the main computers, and made the ultimate leap of faith for science.  She began moonlighting in the lab, injecting herself with her own serum, with the only other scientist who was as passionate as she was.  The same one who revealed to Suzanne that she too, could never feel the joy of childbirth, one drunken, tearful night in the fire escape outside her loft.

 “Yeah…you’re right”  Maggie swallowed a yawn and slyly checked her watch… 5:21 am. “Ok…let’s get these readouts and get out of here before we have to lie to the janitors again.”  Maggie undid her straps and Suzanne shakily rose to a sitting position, the wires were still giving out data, and the side effects were sinking in: stiffness in the neck and shoulders, subtle vibrations in the vision, and one side effect that Suzanne never disclosed, intense sexual arousal.

It was like the pain had primed her nervous system to invite the pleasure.  She still hadn’t pinned down what exact physiological cause it was, but there were no complaints.  She thought it was pure coincidence the first time, but after injection 21, it was the only thing she had to look forward to.  Like always, it started at the injection site, and seemed to follow the exact route the pain took, a throbbing vibration of sexual energy that flowed through her body like warm honey.  Each time she got injected, the pain remained the same, but the pleasure seemed to mount in intensity; an interesting side-effect warning label, if anything… Suzanne had to focus through the stimulation as Maggie relayed the results of injection 39.  “Well, your heart didn’t explode, that’s a plus…lets see, GSR normalized…dendrite activity of hypothalamus…OH look at this!”  Maggie continued excitedly as Suzanne struggled to scan the charts.  Her slit was starting to moisten, a new first.  The pleasure vibrations slowed down as they intensified, a slow, gripping pulse radiating through her sex.

“I’m… s-still a bit fuzzy Maggs, what’s the gist?

“Well, no breakthroughs, but it seems like your body is working through some sort of cellular growth plateau… look here.”  But Suzanne wasn’t looking.  The pleasure was getting embarrassing.  Her face and hands started to get hot, her breathing slowed.  She looked down, a patch of wetness was forming on her panties.  She quickly turned her back to Maggie and reached for her lab coat.

“Get to-nNg…the point Maggie.”

“Alright Jeez… Listen, there is definitely some change going on in your reproductive systems but…”

“But w-w-…”  Suzanne’s crotch spasmed.  Was this for real?  She felt a churning twitch in her pussy, her stiff nipples nestled into the fabric of her bra.  She was leaking like a faucet.  No.  You are a woman of science, not some harlot getting off on her enzymes…get a grip girl!  You are not cumming from a science project!

“Buuut…” Maggie continued.  “I don’t think…Suzanne your body can’t take this kind of punishment anymore.  You are doing some scary things to your nervous system and if P-88 breaks your blood-brain barrier…”

“What are you saying Maggie?”  She willed the pleasure out of her, knotting it up inside.  Her balance steadied… and an iron-heavy tiredness settled in her body.

“Suzanne I…I can’t do this anymore.  You’re destroying yourself.  I know you believe in this, I do too.  But belief isn’t going to prevent the damage this is doing to you.”  Suzanne paused… she furrowed her brow and bit her lip, as she did when lost in scientific thought.  What was the connection?  What was stopping her body from growing new cells?  It couldn’t end like this…  Eight years…  

“Suz?”  

She turned.

“One more injection Maggie… do this for me, give me one more shot and if that doesn’t work…I promise I’ll drop it.  For good.”  Maggie stared up at her.  She was nearly a foot shorter than Suzanne, with a pale, plain face, cobalt-blue eyes and blond hair done up in a messy, slightly childish pony tail.  The sleeves of her lab coat fell past her hands, making her look like she was visiting the lab from a neighboring high school.  Still, her stare was equal parts compassion and curiosity.

“One last time, Suzanne…”

 

        A crescent moon beamed through midnight sprinklers as Suzanne briskly marched across the wet field to the towering laboratory complex.  Shaky hands clutched a shoulderbag stuffed with notes, printouts, indexed books, a laptop, and the craziest idea ever conceived. This was endgame.  Every moment since her last dance with Maggie had been a tumult of sleepless nights and frantic research.  She had barely enough time to eat, let alone take care of her other projects at the lab.  Worse, there was one big stumbling block that stopped research dead in its tracks and demanded attention…her sex.  Her libido had easily tripled since Maggie had last dosed her with P-88.  Each time the need to touch herself gripped Suzanne so furiously that she couldn’t type five more words before walking bow-leggedly, sopping, to the bathroom to masturbate.  Again and again the lusts of her body tore her away from her research; it was the same every time, a twinge from the injection site, and tendrils of radiant pleasure would grip her whole body and not let go until her maidenhood was satisfied.  With these new urges came crippling shame.  Suzanne was very private about her sex life, and any open discussion about ‘relations’ in the break room would make her blush and excuse herself.  Managing her libido in the lab was nightmarish, she found herself leaning on vibrating generators while at the lab, softly stroking her heavy clit through yoga pants as she pretended to listen to weekly reports.  Crossing her legs, Suzanne achingly humped the air as a desperate ploy for hands-free relief as she typed and worked.  At night, trying to crack the P-88 mystery, her injection site would ‘flare up’ so suddenly that she began to forgo pants during research, as she had already soaked three pairs of panties in as many hours.  Suzanne thought she would go mad…but then, not wanting to stop research, reading a neuroscience paper in the bathroom as she deftly caressed her flooding pussy…genius struck like a bolt from heaven.

 

        Her ID beeped open the heavy steel door to Lab B, to avoid the risk of going through the main entrance and security checks…people were getting suspicious enough already.  She met Maggie in the examination room hunched over a book and looking utterly sleep-deprived.  Not wasting a moment, Suzanne tore open her shoulderbag and began hurridly arranging papers, booting up her laptop, and loosening the operating harness.  Maggie perked up, noticing Suzanne’s frantic enthusiasm, she began to smile.

“Suzanne…?”

“I think I have something!  Help me.”  Within 10 minutes they were ready to go, but Suzanne stopped Maggie as she went for the syringe.  “Wait…ok…  I think I’ve found the solution as to why my body is resisting P-88…I was reading a paper by V.S. Ramachandran on the ‘gate theory’ of pain and...Maggie I need to disclose something to you.”

“What?  You’ve been hiding research from me!?”

“GOD no, I…well…”  Suzanne’s face got hot, she looked at her shoes.  This was torment…but no!  If she was right, this could be the breakthrough that changed everything, sexual prudeness can’t stand in the way of science!  “Maggie, these injections you’ve been giving me, they’ve b-been making me- erm…excited.”

“Excited?...”  Suzanne squirmed, reddening.

“H-…horney.”

“Heh, really?”  Maggie snorted and smirked, that was the last kind of reaction she expected from a colleague!  Was Maggie just another kiss-and-teller like so many of those lunchroom harlots?

“Uh…yes.  Anyway my…bodily reactions...I have reason to believe they are deeply connected with both the pain I’ve been feeling and why P-88 is having limited effects.  In summary, in order for the injection to fully take I uh…”  Her throat tightened.  She couldn’t say it!  She bit her thumb nail in internal agony.

“…you need to orgasm while I inject you?” Maggie blurted. The words sent a shiver up her spine.  Her stomach was doing backflips in icewater.  Suzanne had to continue.

“…There’s something else.  The injections—  they need to be…lower”

“What do you mean?”  This was unbearable,  Suzanne’s face was now a deep mauve.  She sat down slowly, wringing her hands.”

“You need to inject P-88 into my…cl-…my cl-...”

“YES!”  Maggie blared and Suzanne’s heart nearly exploded into her larynx  “Oh my God OF COURSE why didn’t I…holdon …”  Maggie’s face beamed as she sprang to the whiteboard and began to scribble zealously.  Suzanne deflated in exhausted relief; she was just happy the moment was over. She began to think about what this procedure might entail.  She would probably have to do this alone, in the privacy of—“  Maggie spun around with a devilish grin.

“Get in the harness.”

 

Susanne trembled in the cold, sterilized air.  She was strapped in her usual position, wrists over head, legs spread apart, but now the only thing clothing her body was a parchment-thin hospital gown, warn seam-side front, with just two flimsy knots keeping her from total nudity.  Her toes curled, she could see the strip of naked skin traveling down from her collarbone between her breasts and towards her… “Maggs, I don’t know if…I think I made a mistake in my calcu—“

        “Hush, you genius!”  Maggie turned around, wild-eyed, ponytail bobbing, snapping on surgical gloves.  She gently laid a freshly synthesized syringe of P-88 on the table, and plied her fingers.  She slowly undid one bow, then another, and unveiled Suzanne’s beauty under the bright fluorescents.  Maggie’s eyes slowly scanned her body with what Suzanne hoped was utter scientific apathy.  Suzanne was pale, but firm and muscular, keeping in proper shape at the laboratory’s indoor gym.  Her breasts, smaller than Maggie's by two cup sizes, rose and fell with tentative breath.  Her oval stomach was soft, with the slightest outline of abdominal definition, and a spotty, dark-purple area below her belly button where Maggs had been injecting her. Suzanne’s wide-set hips and butt flared out from her midriff, and had been cleverly hid with long coats in the past, but now, with her legs spread in the harness, looked shockingly voluptuous and lewd.  Maggie’s eyes finally rested on the point of interest, and she quirked her head as a feathery bush of raven-black pubic hair leered back up at her from between Suzanne’s thighs.  Maggie clicked her tongue.

        “Well you’ve certainly been doing your cardio, but it looks like I have to shave you first.”

        “Maggie don’t be fu-WHAAAT!?  Nononono…”  Suzanne flexed helplessly and jolted as the buzz of the surgical razor clicked on.  Maggie quickly stepped up between Suzanne’s legs and bent over.  Suzanne flexed in her restraints muttering quick excuses, then yelped at the sudden sensation of the vibrating razor.  Maggie worked quickly, buzzing up and down Suzanne’s sex.  Her eyes hammered shut.  She could feel the gentle vibrations radiating into her pubic bone and up the small of her back.  Her heartbeat rose, shame burned hot in her face.  Her nipples puckered.  She could feel Maggie’s latex fingers gently pressing her labia, brushing off the excess hair, tracing lines.  Mercifully, with one final brush of her hand, she stopped.  Suzanne looked down, she was now completely bald, her pink, slightly-parting lips now glaring out from her smooth crotch.  Her clit was slightly swolen from all the excitement, and a thin rivulet of wetness oozed down onto the table.  Suzanne was going mad with anxiety,  she thought she was going to hyperventilate, when she felt a signature warm, ungloved hand on her shoulder.  Maggie was looking into her eyes.

        “Suz…just breathe.  There’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s biology.  We’re both here for a very important reason.  We’re scientists.  Just relax, try to enjoy it.  I know what I’m doing.”  Maggie's words melted the tension out of Suzanne like a summer popsicle.  She slowly walked back around to Suzanne’s crotch, bent down, and went to work…

        She started slow, tracing soft lines up and down the tips of her lips,  squeezing and pulling her outer folds.  Suzanne nearly forgot that one of Maggie’s degrees was in Reproductive Biology.  She knew the human pleasure system inside and out, and was quickly demonstrating her expertise.  Like an expert safecracker, Maggie unlocked Suzanne’s body.  A squeeze here, some pressure there, her touching direct and methodical.   Maggie entered Suzanne with an exploratory finger, slid out, then wiggled in a little deeper.  Suzanne began to heat up, her thighs quivered, nipples began to harden and, as if reading her mind, Maggie reached up and began to flick and massage Suzanne’s pert breasts.  Her touch became electricity.  Legs, stomach, chest, neck.  Her whole body became receptive to sexual pleasure.  She felt a rhythm building up.  Her pussy was now sopping, clit standing at attention to receive a gentle flick and pinch.  Suzanne’s head swam, she bit her lip, brows furrowing.  Maggie curled a finger forward and stroked the front wall of her inner sex, hitting a delicate patch that made Suzanne moan in surprise and her mighty hips jolt forward.  “Ah…so that’s where yours is!”  Maggie chuckled, and began to tease her tender g-spot.  “Remember to tell me when you’re close!”  Suzanne’s heart was pounding.  No one had ever made her feel this way before, she began pushing herself into Maggie, grinding her lathered sex into Maggie’s deft latex.  Her breath came in shallow gasps, she felt a rising electrical throb.  Then realization hit her: Suzanne had never had an orgasm before!  In her meager sexual encounters, and even alone, she had never been able to make herself cum, her shame always got in the way, knotting up her desire.  But now, the pleasure was undeniable.  She felt a vibrating pressure radiate out from her sex, up and down her spine.  There was no turning back.

        “Nnng…oh…OH…OH GODNOW MAGGIE!  I’M—“  Like a jungle cat, Maggie’s hand sprang for the syringe, and in the next heartbeat had it poised above Suzanne's clitoris; the pink globe pinched in position below the point of the needle.  Maggie gave two more gentle squeezes to the tender organ and Suzanne at once had the incredible urge to pee.  Oh god, this isn’t an orgasm, I need to--  Suzanne’s mind went white with intense pleasure as her trembling pussy spasmed and a jet a fluid shot out of her twitching folds, splashing Magg’s lab coat.  At once Maggie jammed the syringe deep into the flesh of Suzanne’s clitoris and slowly squeezed the plunger.

 

        Pleasure was poured upon pleasure.

 

        Suzanne moaned in raw ecstasy.  She could feel the P-88 flooding her body, up her clit and into the depths of her sex.  There was no pain this time, nearly unbearable pleasure invaded every inch of her.  Her pussy was a twitching geyser, fluids gushed over the edge of the chrome table in sloshing spurts.  She could feel every nerve ending vibrate in orgasmic union.  She heard a strange, pulsing squish emanating from her crotch.  She looked up.  Maggie gaped, stone-faced, wide-eyed, empty syringe dangling loosely from her trembling fingers.  Suzanne looked down.  “What are you looOOOAAAAAAH!”

        Her clit was growing out of control!  She could hear wet pops and snaps as the rest of her pussy widened to accommodate the bulbous organ as it pulsed larger and larger.  “W-WHATS HAPPENING TO ME!? MAGGIE H-HELP!”  But horror paralyzed them both.  Further and further it slid out, like a fat worm wriggling out of the top of her spasming lips.  Every heartbeat stretching and swelling her flesh larger with new blood.  Her gigantic clit began to sway back and fourth as it pulsed and grew, pulling and deforming the rest of her pussy upward.  Suzanne gasped weakly, as she saw deep veins begin to form, crawling up the length of the meaty shaft, ceaselessly swelling between her legs.  She strained helplessly against the confines of the harness, trying with all her might to break the straps and somehow stop this hideous process.  She felt a grotesque changing deep in her sex; glands forming and swelling, thick tubes extending and merging, heavy fluids building up.  A deep pulse seemed to be set in motion in the depths of her pussy.  The tip of her clit swelled and flared out, darkening, as a wide hole opened up with a sticky ‘pop!’.  The tremendous sex organ began to pulse and shiver, stretching and curving larger and larger, finally standing straight up, nearly a foot in length.  A horrific realization hit her as she could feel it twitch and sway…like a part of her body.  Suzanne gazed as a small stream of clear sap crawled out of the purple tip and wriggled down the veiny shaft.  Time stopped.

        “Maggs?”

        “Y-yes?”

        “I want you…to undo these straps.”  Maggie approached, trembling, ghost-white, eyes fixed on the swaying phallus now jutting out from Suzanne’s mutated sex.  She slowly undid Suzanne’s straps and shakily got her up into a sitting position.  Her cock stood in defiance of all nature, each heartbeat sending a trickle of precum down her shaft to dribble on the floor.  “My body…oh god I feel sick…”  Suzanne reached down to touch the monstrous growth, but no sooner had she gripped it that she felt a iron pulse grip her crotch.  Her pelvic muscles began to twitch and pump as a title wave of fresh sexual pleasure crashed into her.  Her cock spasmed, rocketing out thick ropes of cum, splashing the wall and spattering Maggie’s lab coat.  Suzanne moaned gutturally, as her wide hips violently thrusted out of all control.  After nearly a dozen jets of seed, Suzanne’s cock leaned down, still oozing pulses of white lust, and hung lazily between her legs.

        “Oh my…”

 

        It took 45 minutes of scrubbing to scour the last trace of Suzanne’s fragrant emission from Lab B.  She worked robotically, lost to all reason.  Temporary…temporary.  Suzanne’s frightened mind tightened around that word like a Buddhist mantra.  Every 30 seconds or so, her cock would pulse and send a rivulet of warm post-cum to stain her overstretched panties; a grim reminder shivering up her spine.  They locked the lab behind them and headed for Maggie’s office.  Maggie peered around every corner to make sure the janitors weren’t there, and Suzanne limped behind bowlegged, the weighty member veiled by a buttoned down lab coat.  Each time they passed a security camera, Suzanne’s heart leapt into her throat as she tried her best to walk like a normal human being, the tight fabric of her yoga pants squishing the warm shaft into her thigh.  They slinked into the office, Maggie drew the blinds and Suzanne flopped onto a swivel chair.  Maggie flicked on the coffee machine and sat behind her desk, plying her fingers, her gaze drilling into the mahogany.

        “Ok...the testosterone derivative must have been building up in your sys…”

        “Maggs please…can we NOT talk about this right now?”  Maggie stopped, sighing.

        “Look Suzanne, we have to talk about it.  That…thing between your legs doesn’t look very temporary.”  Suzanne shuttered, she felt like crying.  But she had to have composure.  This was not the worst outcome.  Maggie was right to try to quit after that last injection, she could have died!  As much as it pained her, Suzanne was still glad to be alive.  Maggie continued, scribbling notes with a blunt pencil.  “The testosterone must have collected in your body in a way we couldnt’ve detected…that final shock to your nervous system must have shattered the cellular growth plateau.  Except…”  Maggie leaned back.  Moonlight fell in thin silver streaks across her face, making her cobalt blue eyes gleam.  “Suzanne, you’re fertile.  Just not in the way we expected.”

“What do I do?”

        “What do WE do?  I right here with you Suz.  You’ve been through a lot, why don’t we…call it a night?  Your dick will still be there in the morning.”  Suzanne and Maggie locked eyes, then exploded in uproarious nocturnal laughter, broken by the robotic beep of the coffee machine.  “Ya know, I don’t even know why I made coffee.  Listen.  I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you spending the night alone…why don’t you sleep at my house and we can drive up to the lab tomorrow?”

        “Th-Thanks Maggs.”

 

Suzanne slept most of the drive curled in the front seat.  Maggie had to elbow her out of slumber just to walk into the downtown apartment.  Suzanne couldn’t decide if Maggie’s place was a museum or a war zone.  Mountains of books covered every surface; papers, diagrams, scientific models, everything was strewn about as if picked up once and tossed across the room. “It’s…homey.”  Suzanne mustered.

        “You’re a terrible liar.  But I’m a terrible homemaker so we’re even.  Bedroom is over here.  I need a shower.  You kind of did a number on me back at Lab B.”  Suzanne recalled, Maggie had almost been knocked over by the shotgun blast of her emission.  She grimaced.  “Aah…sorry, listen just get some sleep.  You’ll feel much better, I promise.  I’ll make breakfast even.”  With that she sleepily stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door.  Suzanne flopped onto Maggie’s unmade bed and put the three or four open books back on the nightstand.  Her bed sheets smelled like the perfume and lotion she wore, with just a small hint of an indefinable scent that was Maggie’s own.  Suzanne laid her head on the pillow as she heard the white-noise shower hiss filtering through the bathroom door.  Somehow all her anxious thoughts about her body passed gently away, and she fell into a deep slumber.

        Suzanne opened one eye as she heard the door of the shower bump a cabinet, and Maggie quietly cuss.  How long does it take that girl to shower?  She saw a dark shadow, wrapped in a towel glide effortlessly across the mountains of papers and books. Suzanne was about to turn over when Maggie reached her side of the bed, and removed her towel slowly.  The glimmering moonbeams traced curves of silver light around her heavy breasts and gentle hourglass waist.  Suzanne was captivated, she felt her heartbeat rise.  Maggie ruffled her stringy wet hair, flipped open the comforter, and slid into bed.  Completely naked.

        Suzanne tensed, her breath stuck in her chest.  Oh god, she sleeps naked.  Maggie sleeps naked and I have a cock!  Suzanne’s skin began to prickle, she knew something had changed in her libido the instant her body had transformed.  What was I thinking!?  Her mind raced, she was planning on sleeping on the couch!  She just was too tired to remember.  Did Maggie even own a couch?  Could she drive home?  No, Maggie drove her here, Suzanne’s car was still in the parking lot!  Exhausted, Suzanne rolled over.  This was too much.  Every cell in her body wanted nothing but sleep.  Even, she hoped, her cock.  She wiggled to the edge of the bed, and put a pillow behind her back, partitioning herself off from naked Maggie’s side, and again fell into slumber.

        Suzanne was woken up by something soft pressing against her.  “Hmmm…10 more minutes.”  She muttered, but something was wrong.  She felt sweaty, tangled.  Pressed close to a body that wasn’t her own.  She opened her eyes,  Maggie’s sleeping face was right up against hers!  Her arm was hugging Suzanne, pulling her body into Maggie’s firm breasts.  And she felt something else,  something she didn’t want to feel.  She looked down,  Maggie’s hand was on her cock.  How had she gotten it out of her panties?  How did she get so close?  Already Suzanne’s body began to respond, her cock swelled in Maggie’s soft grip, the strength of her erection moving her forearm upward towards her stomach.  Her hardening nipples poked into the silk of her bra.  Suzanne was paralyzed, thunderstruck.  She tried to maneuver away but both of Maggie’s legs were firmly wrapped around Suzanne’s.  They were face to face,  Suzanne’s trembling cock aimed directly at Maggie’s midriff.  Suzanne began to call out, but her throat tensed.  She couldn’t wake her up like this.  Maggie would think Suzanne was trying to…  Suzanne blushed in the darkness.  Her heart pounded.  There was no way out, unless she could quickly throw Maggie off and pretend to sle—“

        “Suuuz…”  Maggie groaned.

        “Uh…yes?”  Suzanne stared at the subtle outline of Maggie’s face.  Her eyes were still closed.

        “…dance with me…mmm…”  And with that,  Maggie began to slowly stroke Suzanne.  Her brain did a back flip.  Was this whole thing some bizarre nightmare?  Suzanne squirmed, but Maggie’s legs drew their bodies together, the tip of Suzanne’s sex was now pressing up against Maggie’s stomach, right above her belly button.  “Dance with me, Suz…”  Suzanne was about to lose her mind, then it hit her.  Sleeping.  Maggie was still sleeping!  She must be dreaming that Suzanne was an old boyfriend or something, but why…  

        “Suzanne!”  Louder now, her stroking intensified.  It was getting difficult to think.  Suzanne still had time, she could throw Maggie off and jump into her bathroom.  But... “Please dance with me…mmm…”  Maggie leaned in and began caressing Suzanne’s face with her lips, lightly kissing her.  Her cock pulsed, dripping,  she felt the imminent sexual lighting building in her groin.  C’mon just throw her off!  Her hips spastically jolted forward once, then twice.  Throw her off!  It was too late.

        Suzanne swallowed a moan as her cock erupted in volcanic ejaculation.  Torrents of cum began to pump out of her, pouring over Maggie’s breast, stomach, down her legs, soaking into the bedspread and pouring back onto Suzanne.  Her whole body radiated with ecstatic pleasure, as she curled her toes in the intense waves of the orgasm.  All the while she could feel Maggie’s soft hand on her cock, gently coaxing it to spew out more seed, her lips on Suzanne’s face.  Her whispered pleas to dance.  It was too much, her spine was struck by lightning.  She passed out, intertwined.

        Dawn light filtered through hazy curtains as a disheveled figure stirred amongst the sheets.  Suzanne poked her head out and yawned deeply, fingers stretching to the ceiling.  She looked around rubbing her eyes, confused, why was she in Magg—oh god.  With considerable effort, she peeled off the blankets, fastened the her skin like glued Velcro,  Maggie was nowhere to be seen.  A large sticky patch nearly the size of a person was splattered like a Pollock painting across the length of the bed.  A wave of musty aroma wafted up from the bed sheets, making her wince.  Suzanne looked down, her thick morning wood pointed up at her like a loaded gun.  She shuttered.  How can I even explain this?  She heard a sizzling sound from the other room, dishes clacking.  She put on one of Maggie’s bathrobes and slowly walked into the kitchen.

        Maggie was in a t-shirt and jeans.  Blonde hair done up in her signature messy ponytail.  “Sup sleepyhead.  Glad you’re awake so early.  Were not due in at the lab for another four hours.”

        “H-hey.”  Suzanne crossed her arms and rubbed her elbow, self-consciously.

        “Do…do you want breakfast?”

        “Sure.”  Suzanne sat down heavily, her relentless erection tenting the bathrobe’s fuzzy fabric.  She played with the cutlery.  “Listen…something happened last night.”

        “I know.”  Suzanne jumped.  Was Maggie awake the whole time?  She turned around with two plates of sausage omelettes and sat down, placing a steaming breakfast before Suzanne.  “You squirted in your sleep.  A lot.  It’s very common for…uh…for people with penises.  It’s ok, you couldn’t control it.”

        “Right…”  Suzanne decided to not tell Maggie.  Anything.  Their relationship was weird as it is and she wasn’t about to make it any weirder.

        “It’s funny really, I woke up sticky from head to toe with the blankets superglued to my tits.  I had to take two showers!  I’ll do the laundry before we leave.  But listen.”  Maggie leaned in.  “I had a thought this morning.  P-88 has transformed your reproductive organs to that of an extremely virile and excitable male.  We have to see if you’re truly fertile.”  Maggie smirked, took a bite of her omlette and talked through a full mouth.  “Althow yoo might wont tuh get better at hiding tha- thing.”  Suzanne looked down, her cock was now poking up between the folds of the bathrobe, the bulbous head bathing in the kitchen sunlight.

       

        Monday’s weekly report was scheduled to be forty five minutes, with a guest-presenter from a different branch.  By minute eight it was Dante’s Inferno, and Suzanne could guess what sin she was being punished for.  The female presenter strolled infront of the projector like something out of a dream.  Tall, ethereal, with dark hair and bright lipstick.  Her starch-pressed power suit traced the curvaceous outline of her hips and legs, the first few buttons of her dress shirt barely clinging on beneath her enormous bust.

        Suzanne felt a sudden bizarre sympathy for every tale she ever heard of embarrassing schoolboy erections.  Her cock leaped up like an eager dog, swelling and parting the fabric of Maggie’s loaned skirt to rub against the underside of the meeting table.  The room was getting hotter, growing smaller.  Suzanne tried with every shred of psychic energy to focus on the material being discussed, but now she felt like she could smell this girl from here.  Every time Suzanne redirected her attention, the presenter would do a coy bounce, a turn.  A small movement making the fabric cling and fold to reveal more of her curvaceous body.  Suzanne’s eye’s hammered shut.  She was getting closer to the edge.  Maggie looked on with agony as Suzanne’s blushed face began to go lax, her rolling chair squeaking softly as she began to reflexively hump the air under the table.  Then, with one deft motion Maggie leaned forward and pushed over a large jug of water, which rolled down the table and began to soak 4 years of files and contracts.  The room exploded like a nest of hornets.

        Amidst the moans of dismay and ‘whodunits’  Maggie whisked up a delirious Suzanne and ran for Lab B.  The edge of Maggie’s skirt barely hung over her prominent organ, and the frantic rubbing began to trigger the unthinkable.  “Hnng!  Maggs stop it’s happeninNNNGGOHGOD!”  They ducked into a newly renovated office and Maggie gripped Suzanne’s member like a wild fire hose, poking it into an empty filing cabinet just in time for an explosion of sticky seed to jettison into the green metal shelf.  A cascade of pleasure and relief rocketed up Suzanne’s body.  Maggie gripped Suzanne’s hips and pressed a hand over her mouth to prevent her from making too much noise.  For a heartbeat-moment Suzanne was back in her apartment, tangled in sleepwalking erotica…

        “There…” Maggie wiped sweat off her brow in a job-well-done gesture.  “All better.”  Maggie turned Suzanne around to see her holding back tears.  

        “What am I gonna do Suz?...”  She sniffed.  Maggie held on tight, the gigantic cock now hanging loosely almost to Maggie’s knees.

        “Oh Suz…”  Her voice was a balm to Suzanne’s shattered nerves.  Thick seed began to ooze down the filing cabinet behind them, gluing the shelving shut.  Maggie’s consoling face broke into a smile.

        “It was only a cocking accident, I’m sure the insulators will recognize their mistake!  Now…lets get on to Lab B and sort you out!”

 

        The familiar generator sounds and displays put Suzanne into a strange mood.  She felt more objective about her body now, scientific.  She could observe what was happening without getting emotionally involved.  Maggie paced across the floor, her ponytail bobbing.  With a small word from Suzanne she wiped a rogue spot of cum that got on her cheek from the ordeal in the office.  They exchanged gulps of cold black coffee from a large yellow mug.

“Ok…not only do we lack the equipment for amputation, I think that would be a mistake, at least for now.”  Suzanne gazed down at the ominous bulge between her legs, barely continued by the lab coat fabric.  She knew Maggie would say that, and she kind of agreed.  This was an unprecedented medical phenomenon.  What’s more, Suzanne could still feel changes, every ejaculation so far had increased this strange new pressure at the base of her cock, like something ready to push its way out.  The thought made her sick.  “What’s more, I think it would behoove us to get a sample of what you are…er…producing.  I think that may be the key to understanding what went wrong, and what can be done.”  Suzanne knew this was coming, but she didn’t hate it any less.  

        “Isn’t there any other—“  Maggie cut her off.

        “Suz- you creamed in my bed sheets, one more ejaculation wont lead to death by embarassment.”  Classic Maggie…always brass tacks.  “Now, get undressed.”

 

        Rather then being strapped down, Suzanne now sat, naked below the waist, at the edge of the examination table.  Her cock hung quietly over the edge, as if waiting in ambush.  Maggie turned around with latex gloves, lubricant, and the largest beaker in the laboratory.  “Get in the straps.”  Suzanne jumped.

        “What!?  Wait, can’t I just do this myself!”

        “Suz, your body went through a catastrophic transformation.  I need to check your vitals and see how your anatomy is doing.”  With shameful reluctance, Suzanne slid her legs into the harness.  She was now lewdly presenting her entire array of sexual organs to Maggie.  She turned her head and closed her eyes, but her cock began to throb under Maggie’s downward gaze.  Maggie snapped on the gloves and began to bathe Suzanne’s crotch in warm lubricant.  Suzanne gasped.  She began to poke and prod every inch of Suzanne’s mutated anatomy, squeezing her cock, opening and peeling back her foreskin.  Parting her lips and inspecting her clitoral hood.  By now, she had to maneuver her head around Suzanne’s cock, which was bolt upright, begging to be stroked.  “Well…you’re a true hermaphrodite Suzanne, all you gentiles are functioning normally.

“Please…don’t use that word.”

“Ah sorry…ok, try to relax.”  Maggie hummed a workman’s tune as she slowly pushed an exploratory finger into Suzanne’s puckered anus.  Suzanne’s whole body jolted and she let out a cry.

“AAH MAGGIE! Stop what are you doOOOH!!”  Maggie quickly found what she was probing for, as her wriggling finger happened across a large bulge pushing into the front wall of Suzanne’s rectum, she gave it a poke, then began tracing a small circle of pressure into the bulbous gland.  Immediately, Suzanne’s whole body lit up in fiery pleasure-intensity.  Her cock spasmed and began letting out thick gobs of clear pre-cum to pool on her oval stomach.

        “Suzanne…we grew you a prostate.”  Maggie flicked a switch with her other hand and the lab table jumped up a few degrees, Suzanne was now spread eagle, sitting almost upright, her cock leaning heavily over the edge of the table, oozing clear sap in an unbroken stream.  Maggie, positioned the massive beaker, grabbing her cock with her other hand.  “Ok…lets get a sample for the labs.”  Suzanne’s scientific mindset broke down as she began to whimper from the shameful pleasure.  Maggie began to move deeper in her rectum and heavily stroke her newly grown prostate.  Had P-88 mutated her anus as well?  She had never dreamed to touch herself down there, but now it felt like her butt was a separately function sex organ all its own.

“N-no. Not like this Maggs please I’vvuuuung!”  Suz let out uncontrollable, low moans.  Now three fingers were softly petting Suzanne’s twitching prostate.  Her other hand let go of Suzanne’s cock, letting it sway in the air as her butt was stimulated.  Her pussy twitched and let out a fresh flood of juices.  Maggie smirked, was she enjoying this?  The thought made Suzanne’s head swim.  But no sooner had she conceived the thought than her prostate began to swell and tighten into an iron ball.  How was this happening without Maggie touching her cock?  A heavy pressure was building deep in her sex.  She thrashed about in her straps as Maggie calmly guided the beaker around Suzanne’s smouldering cock, ready to receive the thick seed.  With finality, Maggie pressed three fingers deep into Suzanne’s twitching prostate and began a quick, circular motion as the cum began to flow.  Suzanne screamed in surprised ecstasy, this was the first time she ejaculated under this much stimulation, and Maggie hadn’t even touched her cock!  Her heart hammered in her chest as deep prostate spasms sent more thick seed careening in an even flow into the rapidly filling beaker.  Then she felt a new sensation…

“Maggie, something is happenNNNG!”  The strange pressure was back, but more immediate and powerful than before.  She felt a tightening growth push up against the base of her cock.  A quick succession of pops and squishes sounded out as the skin between her male and female parts began to stretch and loosen.  Twin globes of flesh slowly swelled and pushed out of Suzanne’s body.  They throbbed and wiggled as they drooped lower, juices from the beaker splattering the new organs.  Larger and larger they bulged until they hung down almost below Suzanne’s pussy, finally stopping at the size of two small oranges.  As the throbbing died down, Maggie slowly exited Suzanne’s quivering anus and removed her cock from the beaker, letting it hang atop her newly grown testicles.  The silence was palpable.

        “Oh…”  Maggie put down the beaker and gently held the firm orbs in her ungloved hands, inspecting the weight of them like a new specimen.  “We’ll now I’m sure you’re a true hermaphrodite!”  Suzanne passed out.

 

        Suzanne and Maggie slowly ate their cafeteria lunch on the roof, near a propped-open emergency exit door.  It would take five days before the cleverly convinced Enzymes Department could fully analyze the “horse fertility ejaculate” and come back with results.  Suzanne shifted in her fold-out chair.  The cock was bad enough, but now that she was in possession of the full set of enlarged male equipment, she could barely cross her legs.  The weight and size of her testicles pushed apart her thighs a full four inches, and everything about how she moved and walked had to change.  Pants were now out of the question, and even the largest of Maggie’s skirts still traced the bulge of Suzanne’s virile orbs.

        “Well, it seems you reached the final stage of your development.  I think you may have even gained an inch or two on your manhood.”  Suzanne winced.  The company meatloaf felt like straw in her mouth.  She couldn’t talk.  Couldn’t think.  What will I do?  This mutation was clearly permanent, and quickly changing her whole life.  Her libido had shifted genders, and now grew with fiery intensity each.  God knows what amputation or chemical castration would do to her hormones.  She was grimly thankful she hadn’t grown a beard or an extra elbow yet.  What was worse, Maggie, her only friend and partner, was quickly becoming a sex object to Suzanne’s lustful urges.  She had less and less concentration when Maggie was in the room, and began sneaking quick glances at her larger breasts and slow curves.  She didn’t have the stomach to relieve herself, and the pressure building up was driving her insane.  She could now see her pent-up lust visually expressed in the size and tenderness of her newly-formed testicles, which were slowly swelling day by day as she refused to release her seed.  Maggie finished her last bite and washed it down with some coffee.

        “Suz, I’m sorry.  I gotta go.  Stay strong and remember those breathing exercises I taught you.  Text me if things get serious.”  Maggie leaned in for a hug, but Suzanne backed up.

        “Maggs no...It would…my body…”  Maggie gave a nod of understanding, but made a strange face.  Was that…regret?  Suzanne was left to contemplate as Maggie thumped down the echoing concrete staircase.

 

        Suzanne writhed in her seat and stifled an aching moan as yet another female twenty-something intern bounced by; knee-highs beneath that seductive strip of thigh, and short skirt fabric barely hiding a round, plump butt.  The aching, heavy fullness of so much seed stored up insider her was driving her mad.  Her whole crotch twitched in ejaculatory frustration, her lust seemed a conscious entity trying to push it’s way out of Suzanne.  She looked at her hands poised on the keyboard, and just a few inches lower, the massive tent of wet-tipped fabric poking out between her lab coat.  Maybe just once.  She squelched the thought.  No!  If Suzanne didn’t know the nature of the enzymes her body was producing, it would be a massive risk to the health of the people around her.  What if someone was allergic?  What if it was carcinogenic!?  Her weak rationalizations were like putting out a fire with gift-wrap.  No amount of thought was going to calm her throbbing libido.  Nothing but…but…  Suzanne groaned through gritted teeth, then leaned back into her chair, suddenly realizing how tired she really was.  It had been days since she had a full night’s sleep.  Whether that was maneuvering her slumbering body around her all-night erection, the wild erotic dreams, or cleaning up the nightly pool of leaking pre-cum, the lack of sleep was getting to her.  Thick sap squirted out the tip of her cock in a steady flow as she rested her eyes, then jolted awake at a knock at her office door.

She was met by three heavy-set security officers.

        “Suzanne Stipple.”

        “Y-yes?”

        “Please come with me.”

        Suzanne began to drown in anxious thoughts.  For once, her cock lay limply under her skirt as all her energy was devoted to mental analysis.  What had happened? The research?  The filing cabinet?  The Enzyme Department?  Ice water poured down her back as she was led into the office of the lead researcher of organic materials.  The stern face of the scientists met Suzanne’s uneasy stare.

        “Miss Stipple?”

Suzanne couldn’t speak.

        “We have reason to believe something has happened to you while in Lab B”

No!

        “Your body must be…examined.”    

NO!

        The security officers gripped her roughly, shoving Suzanne out the door and forcing her down the hall.  Her skirt got rolled up in itself, revealing her swollen, dripping crotch to any who would care to see.  Maggie! Where are you!? HELP ME! Suzanne’s mouth was full of wax.  Paralyzed with horror as her half-naked body was half dragged through the entire complex.  Looks of mocking amusement, disgust.  Jeers and laughs from all her coworkers.  Her cock, as a final affront to her dignity, seemed to feed off the exhibitionism and leapt up in all it’s leaky, throbbing glory.  Her swollen balls waggled as men began to grimace and women began to titter.  The same twenty-something intern walked into the hall and shrieked, dropping her coffee as Suzanne was forced, crotch first, into the medical theatre.

        The next moment, she was strapped to an examination table.  Motorized lifters spread her legs against her will until she was almost doing splits.  She could hear a man by her ear as she felt a syringe plunge into her neck.

“This should get you going! Heheh!”  Suzanne felt the aphrodisiac surge through her body, making her cock throb and ache with fresh blood.  She was wheeled out to behind a tall velvet curtain.  She could hear thousands of voices on the other side.  Sweat poured down her back.  Muscles tensed so hard against the restraint harness she thought she would break her wrist.  She could see an array of sex toys and calipers set out on a table beside her.  She began to cry desperately as a ball gag was fastened around her mouth.  “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming!  Now, without further hesitation…”

 

        The curtains flew open.  Suzanne died a thousand deaths.

 

        The operating theatre was packed with every scientist she had ever known.  All her colleagues, sponsors, professors, acquaintances.  All staring directly at her trembling, sticky crotch.  A man stood at the podium.  His voice boomed.  “This barren woman thought it best to ignore convention and experiment on herself to cure her infertility!  In her misguided efforts she has turned her body into the biological mystery of the decade!”  The crowd oooo’ed and aaaah’ed  “Now, a captive of animal lust, we shall see just how shockingly lewd this ‘scientist’ has become!”  A man inserted calipers into Suzanne’s pussy and slowly began to part her lips.  Suzanne pleaded, saliva leaking out of the ball gag onto her breasts.  The injection had increased her sensitivity ten fold.  Her sex sopped with juices, spilling onto the floor.  A cacophony of laughing comments and gasps filled the hall.  Her pussy was widened to the diameter of a fist as Suzanne trembled and moaned.  A camera was placed in front of her womanhood and projected into a screen.  The man traced a finger over her g-spot, causing Suzanne to squirt a small jet of fluid onto the floor.  He turned and, fingers outstretched, pulled apart a small rope of her viscous fluids in front of the crowd.  They responded with raucous applause.

        “…aaaand now!”  The speaker intoned.  “Under such circumstances, we shall see this lustful mutation ejaculate!”  The man grabbed the most menacing sex toy from the table, a large purple vibrator, and rammed it mercilessly into Suzanne’s quivering anus.

        Shock from the crowd as Suzanne moaned.  The purple phallus mashed against her prostate, sending vibrations into her throbbing testicles.  Her widened pussy began to quiver and contort against the cold metal of the calipers, projected onto a 50 foot screen above her head.  A vibrating sleeve of gel was slid over her eager cock and turned up to maximum…

        Suzanne strained and panted, her tongeu flicked helplessly against ballgag rubber.  Her testicles swaying and twitching in the empty air of the concert hall.  The crowd was on it’s feet now,  leaping with uproarious laughter and applause.  A storm of flickering camera flashes and video cameras scanned over her contorted, trembling genitles.  Hot tears streamed down her face as her entire body was stimulated within and without.  The shame was total, asphyxiating.  Her balls spasmed, drawing close into her body.  She felt the rhythmic squeeze of her pelvic muscles and prostate.  Suzanne gave one last desperate wail as torrents of cum exploded out of her monstrous cock, soaking everything in sight.

 

        “SUZANNE!”

        She was in her office, shaken awake by a concerned Maggie.  Her phone had been on silent.  She looked down, her crotch, the chair, the floor, all one big messy puddle.  “Suzanne, they’ve found it!  The Enzyme is…Suzanne?”  Suzanne took one look at Maggie and leapt into her arms, sobbing.

        “Maggie it was awful.  They were exparimenting on me…I was so scared…”  Maggie looked down and began to understand what had happened.  She stroked the back of Suzanne’s hair and nestled her face into Maggie’s shoulder.

        “Sssh girl it’s all alright.  That was a dream.  Not real.  I’m..sorry I’ve been too tough on you…”  They embraced wordlessly for a sweet silent moment.  Suzanne felt a strange sensation.  Lust?  No, something different…  Maggie grabbed Suzanne by the shoulders.  “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up.  Something amazing has happened.”

 

        Maggie paced back and fourth, her deep blue eyes shimmering as she shared the results of the enzyme report in a small windowed meeting room overlooking the whole complex.  “This is just…unbelievable, unprecedented!  Unpresentable impressionable...”  Maggie’s words were slurring together in scientific frenzy.

        “Maggs slow down, you’re talking faster than your mouth!”  Maggie turned with a Renaissance glare.

        “It’s you Suzanne.  One-in-a-million shot but it happened to you.  You’re body is producing P-88!  Synthesizing it.  Your biology was what was needed to make the enzyme actually work!  It had to go through you!  You’re seminal fluid is capable of fertilizing sterile females!”  Suzanne leaned back.  Thunderstruck.  The implications of this were tremendous.  As Maggie elucidated, Suzanne began to piece together the paper that would explain all of this to their colleagues.  Hmmm…Genitive Host of P-88 and Interactions with Infertile Recipient Systems…no, not catchy enough.  Maggie interrupted her thoughts.  “And there’s something else!”  She leaned in close and put a hand on Suzanne’s warm crotch, looking into her eyes.  “Suzanne.  You body has changed at the expense of your female reproduction system.  But…what you have been gifted in return!  Your body is producing healthy sperm at an astronomical rate!  Even though it’s not the way you wanted…you could have children…”  Those words hit Suzanne like a freight train.  Waves of conflicting emotion washed over her.  She would never be pregnant. Her body, her libido would remain fixed like this for the rest of her life.  But…now she was capable of creating life.  Truly helping the lives of others.  She bit her lip and furrowed her brow, but looked up to see Maggie gazing into her eyes with a strange look.  “Whisky.  My place.  Lets celebrate.”

 

        Music poured through Maggie’s lively apartment as she finished the thirteenth phone call of the evening.  “We’ll be getting more details out to you by the end of the week, for now you have our reports.  Yea…yes…ok see ya!”  The receiver clacked and Maggie beamed across the room at a thoroughly drunk Suzanne.  They stared for a moment when fresh giddiness overcame then and they embraced, leaping joyously and knocking over towers of books.  Things were moving fast.  The scientific community knew that some major breakthrough had happened in fertility science, but they had to keep it relatively hush-hush until their peer-approved paper could be released and begin clinical testing.  Maggie grabbed a slice of pizza from the coffee table and looked over at Suzanne.  “We’re going to have to get you some of your own skirts.”  Suzanne looked down and gasped as she saw the tip of her member peeking out just underneath the hemline.  Maggie changed the song on her stereo and they both flopped down onto her couch, knocking over another tower of books and laughing about it.  They both exchanged swigs of whiskey.

        “Hey so Suz like…what does it feel like anyway?”

        “C’mon Maggs I don’t know.  It’s just like…”

        “Does it feel gross?”

        “No it’s…it’s just weird.  It kinda does it’s own thing.

        “Can I see it again?”  Suzanne sat up.

        “Listen, Maggie…I don’t feel…This is still really new for me.  I’m not sure how the world is going to react, I haven’t even told my parents yet!”

        “You we’re going to tell your parents?”

        “Well, no…but--”  Suzanne exhaled and got up towards the window, gazing into the night as the apartment heat floated by.  How could Maggie be so calm about all this?  Was she that drunk?  She closed her eyes.  What was this feeling inside her?  Her libido?  Maggie was the only person to help her through this, the only person to aid in her research.  The only person she knew who was also infer—  Suzanne turned around.  Maggie was behind her, staring right at her.  There was a communication.  A wordless connection within the gaze.  They drew closer.  Maggie spoke.

        “If you don’t want—”  Suzanne put a finger to Maggie’s lips.  The feeling was always there between them, even before the transformation.  The relaxed intimacy.  Greater than friendship, just unrecognized by both of them.  They embraced,  Maggie’s larger breasts squeezed into Suzanne, igniting her body and making her organ begin to swell.

        “Even before P-88 I wanted you Suz, I just never thought you were...like that.  I was OK with being friends, really I was.  But now…I know you want girls.  I know you want me.  Badly.”  Suzanne’s eyes grew wide, her cock pulsed harder, pressing hotly into Maggie’s leg.  “You think I didn’t see you staring when my back was turned, feel you grinding into my hand when I milked you?”  Her breathing slowed, Maggie’s hands caressed her back, squeezed her hips.  She brought Suzanne’s hands forward to tug at her shirt, revealing her amble bust.  Between kisses, Maggie leaned in and husked the magic spell…  “Do me, Suz.  Cum inside me.  Pump me full.  Put a bun in my oven.”  

        Suzanne Stipple dove in.

 

        They undressed on the couch, clothes flung wildly in every direction between passionate kisses.  Suzanne’s member was already a bar of iron, wagging slowly as she leaned over the nubile body of Maggie Donahue.  Maggie took no time, grabbing Suzanne’s equipment and slowly teasing her.  Suzanne’s back arched, straining into the ceiling as Maggie lovingly stroked her shaft and firmly caressed her orbs like Baoding balls.  Suzanne’s body grew hot; the previous times that she had been stimulated had been for medical purposes, but this was pure passion.  Maggie’s goal was no longer to harvest seed or check anatomy, but to make her cum.  Her rhythm intensified, she beckoned Suzanne lower as she squished her throbbing erection between Maggies enormous pillowy breasts.  She slowly ran her bosoms up and down Suzanne’s heavy shaft as she took the bulbous glans in her mouth.  Her tongue licked and supped the swelling head as Suzanne moaned through shallow breaths.  The stimulation was too great and Suzanne felt the now familiar pulsing surge as a swath of sticky lust gushed onto Maggie's face and breasts.  She gulped the last few spurts out of Suzanne’s tender organ and wiped her mouth comically.  “More where that came from, hopefully!”

Suzanne looked down,  Maggie’s crotch was a river, deeply staining the purple fabric of the couch. Did she cum while sucking me off?  The thought drove her wild.  And as she aimed her dripping scepter at Maggie’s twitching womanhood she felt two heels dig into her buttocks as Maggie’s legs forced her erection deep into her warm depths.  They moaned in ecstatic union.  This was the first time Suzanne had used her cock for what it was meant to do.  It felt so natural, so satisfying. She began a slow thrusting rhythm which build in intensity.  Maggie’s sex was stretched to the limit as her pelvis grinded and rocked into Suzanne’s mighty member.  She could hear Maggie squeak a silent yes…yes...yes... at every thrust, and wondered just how much of that night in her apartment was Maggie dreaming.  Juices sopped down Maggie’s quivering legs, her eyes rolled back into her head, her delicate folds twitching and spasming around Suzanne’s massive cock as it invaded her sex again and again.  Suzanne felt something she had never felt before.  Maggie’s every inch seemed to beckon Suzanne to squirt everything she had deep inside her.  Her chest tightened, her face flushed.  Lightning and fire  ricocheted up and down her spine.  She could feel her testicles and prostate tighten and twitch, building up with fluid.  An incredible pressure mounted at the base of her cock.  They locked eyes.  Maggie had been cumming over Suzanne’s pounding erection non stop, but now she knew what was happening.  She raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes in frantic expectation as Suzanne rammed harder, poking through the fleshy gasket of Maggies cervix and prodding deep into her womb.  Suzanne’s swolen glans plugged up the neck of maggie’s birth canal like an arrowhead, then, all at once, the world snapped in half as a thunderous blast of hot lust shot out of Suzanne and into Maggie.  In that moment they were One.  Pulsing jets of hot cum doused and splashed the walls of Maggie’s womb.  Her body thrashed, her back arced and shivered as she took squirt after volcanic squirt of Suzanne’s’ gargantuan load directly into her swelling womanhood.  Suzanne looked on as Maggie’s womb began to stretch and expand with the sheer volume of seed.  She could almost see her churning sperm as they wriggled into every crease and cavern of Maggie’s fallopian tubes, penetrating every last one of her eggs.  The pulsing waned.  Cum began to jettison out of Maggie’s sex in thick spurts.  Suzanne slowly eased her heaving member out of Maggie’s body.  Her glans squeesed out of Maggies trembling cervix with an audible ‘pop’ followed by a tidal wave of gushing white seed.  Suzanne watched Maggie’s belly deflate, and as the viscous torrent of her freshly pumped seed oozed out of her pussy all over the couch and floor, she was filled with a calm, satisfied joy.  She would never be a mother herself, but now she was something different.  The pulsing organ between her legs was the tool for a new family, and Motherhood for Maggie.  She wiped back tears and laid back onto the couch beside Maggs, kissing her deeply.

Maggie was utterly spent, the force of Suzanne’s insemination had left her nearly unconscious.  

        “That wuh…wuh…was…”  She gave up on words and put a hand on Suzanne’s cheek  Gazing with half-opened eyes.  Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I…I love you, Maggie. It’s not just because of my body…I love you.  I’ve always loved you.  Thanks for being there all those years for…for…”  Maggie gained enough composure to comfort Suzanne, hugging her tight.  Their sticky bodies intermingled on Maggie’s soft purple couch.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, Suz.  I’ll always be there.  Always.”  

 

EPILOGUE

 

        “NEEEXT!”  The dry tone of the secretary was punctuated with dry coughs of the Stipple/Donahue Fertility Clinic waiting area.  An anxious young couple gripped each other as they walked into the meeting room.  A heavily pregnant scientist with a blonde ponytail met them at the door.  “I’m sorry sir,” she gestured to the young husband, “but you have to wait out here, this private consultation is for the mother-to-be only”.  The couple reacted to that last sentence like warm soup in a blizzard.  The man took a seat and Maggie led the blushing female into the waiting room.

        Suzanne was seated behind a opulent mahogany desk amidst towering bookshelves of medical tomes.  Her raven-black hair had been cut short, and eyes peered quizzically behind horn rim glasses.  Maggie Donehue-Stipple pulled out a manila file folder and began to read, liturgically.  “Name: Gabrielle Greenberg.  Age, 27.  Recently Married.  Classified infertile, most recent treatment ceased due to—”

        “PLEASE!”  The young woman broke composure, clasping her hands to her chest.  “You’re my last chance!  My parents, everyone said this is a waste of time but…I’ve read your articles.  Is…is it true?”  Suzanne and Maggie exchanged slow glances,  communicating a hour’s deliberation in a few facial gestures.

        “Miss…Greenberg?  Please have a seat.”  Maggie brought over a glass of water for the shaken Bride, then took a seat herself beside Suzanne, laying a hand on her large pregnant belly parting her lab coat.  Suzanne continued.  “I want to begin by saying this is a quick, harmless, and highly successful process.  Out of our 465 clients so far, 89% have had success within a first seeding, and 100% have experienced fertility with their partners after three.  The young girl leaned forward, eyes wide with amazement.

        “I knew it!  Ok, I’m on board! What do I have to do?  Is it a pill or…”

“I’m…getting to that.”  Suzanne adjusted her glasses, glancing again at Maggie.  “This procedure is, usually, a one-time process where a biological agent is introduced do your reproductive system, which primes you for fertilization with your partner.  However…”  With rehearsed synchronicity, Maggie slid a contract and pen across the desk.  “…you must agree to the terms before hand.  A zero tolerance gag order about the procedure is part of the contract.  You must tell no one about how you became fertile.  Not your husband, not your father. No one.”

        “Done.”

        “Second.  The process is personal and can seem very invasive to some.  Believe me, we have tried other methods but the level of saturation is too weak.  If you have any reservations about your personal space or sexuality, I suggest you find other means.”  The young girl’s head was nodding pneumatically through Suzanne’s terms.  Maggie smiled.  “Finally, our physical interactions are for the sole purpose of fertilization only.  If one seeding is all that is necessary, you may not contact or solicit us for further seedings.  Romantic feelings as a result of this process…”  Gabrielle was beginning to cry.

        “YES! YES! I agree, please!  Anything…”  She reached for the contract and began to sign.  Slapping the pen back on the desk with finality.  “Now…when can we start!?”  Silence sank into the meeting room as Suzanne and Maggie did a three-way stare with Gabrielle.  Maggie spoke up.

        “One last question, sweetie…how big is your husband.”  Gabby started, then blushed and looked down.

        “I-I’m not sure how this—”

        “How big?”

        “I don’t know.” She held up her hands and parted them.  “Like…this?”  Suzanne and Maggie grinned.

        “Well, in that case…”  Suzanne pushed her chair back from under her desk.  Gabrielle caught a glimpse of flesh.  Was she?...OH.  MY.  GOD.

Suzanne rose to her full height, her titanic erection seemingly birthed by the mahogany desk swayed with continued motion.  She slowly strode over to Gabrielle, who seemed hypnotized by the motion of her swaying organ.  Her voice seemed far away.

        “What…what are you doing with tha..with tha…”

        “This?”  Suzanne carefully placed Gabby’s hand along the veiny ridge of her shaft.  She gave out a thin squeak of surprise, her panties dampening.

 

        “I’m putting a bun in your oven!”

 

                        End.