Unexpected Results

Story by Magnanimous

Wrote another story based on yet another silly idea I had at the time. You know. Get this idea that sounds freaky and strange and sexy... and yet when you get around to writing it, you realise that aside from the one gimmick event, the rest is largely just padding and filler. Oh well. I did meander a tad, but I don't think I did too badly.

I mean... y'know... relatively speaking. That said, I did start with my usual flowery language and then eventually just degenerated into a descriptive morass of chained sexual acts... almost. Downhill like my train of thought...

So.. yeah...

Contains:

Futa on Futa, Uber Size, Pregnancy, plenty of Masturbation and a wee bit of urethral insertion. Yeah.

A'right.... Here you go.

Unexpected Results

Claire hesitated by the door. The silence on the little backstreet was audible and unnerving. Looming darkly overhead, the grim building was back-lit by the twilight of the low sun. Its door, painted in an offensively optimistic shade of blue, was lit by a single flickering bulb above like some sort of strange target. It was as though the very world was waiting for her to make this final decision, if even the finality it was. The earlier bluster of the wind when she had left home was now little more than a whisper, the former noise of the nearby city somehow muted and muffled here on a street not often graced by the general traffic. It didn't seem the most reputable of places now that she was actually standing outside, though earlier she might have sworn this advert was the epitome of hope for her.

Hers was an odd situation perhaps. What wasn't odd about it was that, like many women, she had begun to feel that deeply routed urge to procreate. However, what didn't quite fit in with this urge was that Claire had never had any sort of interest in members of the opposite sex. In fact she tended to find them quite distasteful, crude things, not least as her generously endowed form tended to bring out the very worst from them. Her opinion of other females was a little better at least, though something always struck her as a little out of place about lesbianism too. As such she had lived alone quite a while and become all but partnered to her own hands. Nevertheless, the ways of nature weren't prone to sparing such, and like any other woman she had felt the broody urges. This might have caused her quite a degree of strife had she not come across a strange advert in a newspaper requesting young women for medical experiments of a very peculiar nature. It sought subjects for artificial impregnation. It did specify though that this wasn't the conventional brand of artificial insemination, as somehow what they were testing were artificial gametes. Custom-made sperm mayhaps? What it offered Claire in theory was the potential to have a child without any actual male involvement whatsoever, and at some deep level that held a lot of appeal to her. Besides, she considered several times, she was between jobs at the moment and even by medical test standards this one was going to pay rather well.

And so, with her mind resolved to the purpose of reproducing and getting paid for it, with little thought of what the longer-term future might hold, Claire reached out and opened the door.

A receptionist inside ushered her into a waiting room. In said room were already quite a number of ladyfolk of various sorts. Some were already being called into the back-rooms, so making minimum fuss, Claire sat herself down in one of the few vacant seats and pulled out a book to read while she awaited her turn. Absorbed in the fiction in her hand, she barely noticed the various people moving in and out of the room, all the women in turn being called to the back and then leaving a short while later. A few others came in during the same timeframe to sit down, and some were conversing, but all went ignored by Claire. Eventually her name was called out and she tucked her book under one arm to follow the call in a professional manner to the brightness of the room on the far side of the door.

What followed was an unspectacular procedure. A greeting by a pleasantly demeanored female doctor of short stature in a pristine lab-coat, her chubbier assistant working nearby at a computer with a phone. In a routine well-practiced through various other medical check-ups and the like, Claire followed instructions closely without objection. Nods were given to questions, she changed into a hospital gown, lay down on the bed and got an injection just a short way above her crotch. It stung a bit, but this wasn't anything she couldn't handle, and the voice of the doctor was suitably reassuring. At the end of the process she changed back into her usual casual attire and was let out as if nothing had happened, complete with her cash payment for the session. All clean, courteous and professional.

~~~

Life went on. It wasn't as easy as Claire might have liked,

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