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You wake up to the sound of beeping, beeping and bright lights overhead. Where are you? You don’t feel good, that's for sure. Your body is sluggish and it’s so cold. Last you remember the nice gyno, one of the few who would work with trans men like you, had given you an injection, “just something to calm your nerves” and then you had been putting your feet up in the stirrups and then… Nothing.
“The subject is disinfected, catheterized, and ready for examination, doctor.” An unfamiliar voice.
“Thank you, nurse, is the recorder on?” That one you remember, the nice gyno. But what is going on?
“Yes, sir, your microphone is recording and the camera is zoomed in on the subject’s vulva.”
Wait what?? You try to open your eyes but it’s so bright and your lids are so heavy. You realize you’re on your back, with your legs propped up, and the reason you’re so cold is that you’re naked.
Then you realize, your limbs aren’t just sluggish, but you can’t move.
Your eyes burst open to see an operating theater with you on the patient’s table.
There’s a mask on your face, and your head is padded on either side so that all you can see is the bright overhead lights. Straining your eyes as far to the left and right as they go you can just see the heads of multiple people and some large beeping machinery that you suppose is monitoring you. You’re naked and your legs are buckled into heavy stirrups which are wide open. Your cunt is on full display.
Oh no. Oh no no no. This is bad. This was like something out of a bad dream. (A good fantasy, your brain unhelpfully adds. But no, no matter how many times you and your inconvenient medical fetish had dreamed of something like this, this was NOT something you wanted to happen in real life. No matter how wet you could feel yourself getting…)
The not so nice gyno’s voice is back. “Beginning recording of the implantation procedure for subject Q-95. Subject is sedated and restrained in the lithotomy position. Subject’s rectum has been cleaned out with a series of enemas and their urethra is catheterized.”
What had they done to you while you were out?
“We will now begin the preliminary pelvic exam before we begin implantation.”
What?? Implantation? Like a medical device? Or (and your blood runs cold but your cunt gets hot at this thought) like a fetus?
Your eyes swivel around madly as you try in vain to move a single muscle.
But there’s nothing you can do and soon you feel cold gentle fingers on your cunt. They’ve shaved you, you realize, and the gloves stick a little to your bare skin.
“As you can see the exterior of the vulva is healthy looking.”
Oh god, the nurse had said something about a camera. Was this being filmed?
The fingers gently pull your lips apart.
“Interior is a nice healthy pink”
He slides them up and down your slit then spreads you wide.
“No abnormalities in the labia major or minor. The subject’s clitoris is enlarged due to regular testosterone injections for years, but the subject has reported a regular menstrual cycle when off the testosterone, which leads me to believe fertility is intact.”
Oh god, oh god, what were they going to do to you? Fertility? What was this, some sort of forced pregnancy thing because you were trans?
“The clitoris should have increased sensitivity due to a topical cream applied earlier. Part of the procedure requires sexual stimulation and in past subjects we struggled to obtain the uterine and cervical contractions associated with orgasm. To remedy this, anesthesia is as light as possible and sensitivity is increased. As a test I will manually manipulate the clitoris.”
And then his fingers were on your dick, and oh fuck it felt good. Too good. Far better than some light circles around the head should feel. Between the medicine and your own unfortunate kinks, you were rock hard already and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing desperately as he slowly, relentlessly circled your clit.
“As you can see the clitoris is hard and engorged and there are vaginal spasms in time with my manipulation. Perfect.”
His hands pull away and you’re left on the edge of coming. If you could, you would have moaned.
His fingers slide lower.
“Urethra and vaginal opening appear normal. During the initial selection process, I stretched the vaginal opening with a series of dilators up to a diameter of 10cm. This is larger than most potential candidates and leads me to believe that delivery of the organism will go smoothly.”
Organism? Just what are they putting inside of you? Mentally you curse your past self for being a size king. Your last partner had said your cunt just swallowed up his whole hand easily and you had been proud, but now you wish you were tighter, less of a slut.
“I’m going to start palpating the reproductive system through the rectum now.”
His fingers pull away and when they come back there’s cold slick lube on them and they press insistently at your asshole.
“It’s important to get an accurate idea of where the uterus is placed compared to the rectal cavity. Later on monitoring equipment that will sit in the rectal cavity will have to be adjusted to press directly against the cervix and uterus.”
He slides a finger inside. It's distressingly easy for him to do so, with you limp and spread out on the table. It goes in all the way to his knuckles before he pulls it out and adds another. Two big gloved fingers probe inside of you, feeling for a moment before scissoring you open. He adds a third and now you can feel the stretch, but he pushes them as far in as possible before laying a hand on your lower abdomen and pushing his fingers up to feel what’s inside you.
“Uterus is a little higher than normal, nurse, make a note to use the larger rectal monitor and to check every 4 hours that it’s still in position.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks.”
You can feel him pressing and prodding and feeling inside of you, assessing your reproductive organs, when he moves to each side to evaluate your ovaries, when he slides out just a bit to press against your cervix. Then without warning he pulls his fingers out. You just know you’re gaped open now for the camera to see.
There’s the sound of changing gloves and the fingers are back again, this time against the opening to your cunt.
“I will now proceed with a manual examination of the vagina, palpating the cervix, uterus, and ovaries. What I am feeling for is to ensure that nothing is malformed and that the cervix is high and soft as it should be after the hormone injections.”
He presses inside of you, violating you without a second thought. Unlike before he starts with 3 fingers, knowing you can take it, having measured you already.
He feels enormous inside of you, unprepared and sensitive as you are. He drags his fingers up and down your inner walls, methodically leaving no inch unexamined. Your cunt is hungry for him, opening up easily then softly, rhythmically clenching around the fingers.
Then he pushes in as far as he can and crooks his fingers upwards. His fingers press against your cervix and pleasure condenses there inside you. His outer two fingers slide off it to the sides, but the center one circles around your innermost opening and then finally pushes against it. You can feel it sink in, not the whole way, but more than it should have. He had mentioned hormone injections and from late night furtive googling of artificial insemination and in vitro fertilization you knew that they could bring someone with a uterus to their most fertile point and then keep them there.
He pulls his fingers out. You are rock hard.
“Everything feels perfect, a nice hefty uterus and ovaries, there hasn't been any atrophy due to testosterone like in some candidates. The cervix is in the correct position and very soft, ready for dilation.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. They are going to open you up and put something inside of you. Oh god. You have to get out of there. You have to escape.
“Now let’s take a little peek inside, shall we?”
The cold bill of a speculum slides easily into the gape left by his fingers. It seems to go on forever before finally sinking all the way into you. Then it's the slow press on the front and back of your vagina, prying you open for all to see. He locks it in place.
Shadows move around you as lights, and you assume the camera, are adjusted to get a clearer view of inside of you.
“You can see the healthy pink color of both the vaginal canal and the cervix. Also note the clear cervical mucus, indicating peak fertility. The next step is to dilate the cervix 3-5 centimeters.”
There's a soft clinking sound, like something heavy and metal being picked up off a tray.
“I’ll start with a sound about .5 centimeters in diameter.”
Nothing touches you but from the heat and the way the air moves you can feel a hand in between where your cunt is splayed open. The sound must be inside of you now.
Then there's the feeling of cold weight deep inside of you and you know the sound is sitting at the opening of your cervix. There's a moment of pressure and then you can feel the weight somehow even deeper inside of you, feel the unyielding metal rearrange your insides. The sound is inside you now. Your last defense is breached.
“The sound is hitting the back wall of the uterus after about 7 centimeters. That's sufficient depth for the implantation.”
He slides it back out and the whole ordeal is repeated. The almost but not quite touching, the cold weight, the resistance as you are gently coaxed open for him.
And again.
And again.
You’ve lost track of how many sounds have fucked you now, your head is still spinning from the drugs and everything that's happening. You only know that they get heavier and heavier inside you.
Then he stops working the metal rods in and out of your hole, leaving it sitting inside you. You can feel the slight movement as he turns in his chair, still holding the sound, connecting you two and reminding you how one wrong move would be incredibly dangerous for you.
“The smaller speculum please.”
Then he pulls it out of you and presses something inside of you that doesn't just gradually open you up, but slides inside and forces your hole open. It hurts. You’re so turned on that you can feel yourself dripping and can only imagine how your clit looks to the camera and spectators.
There's the click and it’s locked open inside of you. Another click of a handheld flashlight and the camera is moved again.
“And now you can see the inside of the uterus. A healthy red and if you look carefully (you can feel something being inserted into your gaped open cervix to point at some part of you, maybe the smallest sound) right here are the openings for the fallopian tubes. During implantation we’ll steer clear of these, we don’t want to risk them getting blocked.”
Oh god, they are really going to fuck you up. Will this be something you can recover from?
“This concludes the preoperative exam. We will now bring in the specimen in preparation for implantation of the eggs.”
Eggs? Was this just some bizarre way to force you to be a surrogate mother? But they talked about specimens and organisms.
“Pause the recording please, nurse.”
“Paused!”
“Alright people, once the specimen is in the room we only have a limited time while the eggs remain viable! Once more, let's check everything before we get this show on the road.”
You can hear and just barely see hurried movement around you, for a moment no one pays any attention to you, splayed open as you are, you’re just a piece of meat to them. But eventually a nurse’s head enters your vision. She frowns and then pulls open one of your eyelids and shines a flashlight directly into it. You flinch away, blinded.
“Doctor, it looks like the subject is conscious, although paralyzed. Should we increase the anesthesia?”
“Oh?” a pause as he thinks. “No. Actually, give me a moment, I would like to talk to the subject. Could we hook up another monitor to the video feed? I would like it to see this.” there are footsteps as he comes into view, a condescending smile on his face.
You try to move, to show any sort of outrage at what's happening to you, but all you can do is move your eyes and feel your hard clit twitch against your will.
“Awake? Understand me?”
You stare directly into his eyes. His smile widens.
“Good! Let me explain what is about to happen to you. I would apologize for not explaining the procedure to you earlier but you are obviously under some serious delusions about your body, especially your sexual organs.”
Oh no.
“You see, you are designed to create and sustain life. This is an invaluable resource to society and I refuse to let someone be so selfish as to deny the world that resource. Now when I come across an individual like you there’s a couple of things I usually do. For most, shall we say, confused young ladies like yourself, what I do is take over their testosterone prescription to something less harmful, and while I’m examining them I inject some semen into their cervix. With no period, they are none the wiser until it’s too late to abort. I of course help them through their pregnancy and birth, although some of them I do have to restrain for the safety of the child. Those usually don’t see how gifted they are to bring life into this world and so I repeat the process until they do. Some however have irrevocably harmed their reproductive systems, but don’t worry, they can still create life. You see there are a number of species, some unknown to the general public, that are somewhat parasitic. They require a living cavity to lay their eggs inside. These subjects, unfortunately, must be kept under constant observation and so I stage a medical emergency, then inform their friends and family that they are deceased, and then they are free to live out their potential to the fullest in my laboratory. But you,” He strokes your hair out of your face, gently, and leans in closer. “You are something special. You have a beautiful, very fertile reproductive system. But I decided against impregnating you in the typical manner. I've never seen someone so turned on by the pelvic exam! Your little clit, red and twitching, poking out above my speculum, was just too cute, and the way I barely had to use any lubricant when I took my time palpating you? Well, I told myself, let’s give her, Whoops! I mean it, all subjects are “it”s of course, let’s give it it’s wish. Round the clock medical attention for your reproductive system. You see, I have a rather special organism. It doesn’t have a way to connect to the circulatory system of its host, but it has a very long gestation period, during which the eggs will hatch and the infants will need food. It’s evolved a rather unique solution to this problem. It takes control of the host’s reproductive system and causes the host to release eggs and seek out sexual contact. But upon fertilization, the zygotes don’t grow into fetuses, but rather food for the growing infants. How long this goes on for before birth is unknown in humans as the whole process is very dangerous, but don’t worry, we’ll give you the very best of care and monitoring, and if it looks like something is going wrong, we will immediately induce labor and start over again. After all, you're the perfect subject. Willing, or at least aroused, with a very fertile reproductive system, and perfect, wide birthing hips and vaginal opening. And last but not least, very cute. We’ve tried keeping the semen donors from seeing what they were engaging in intercourse with and it never works as well. I, at least, will happily do my part to make sure you stay fertilized at all times. Although, I may dress you up a bit before. Ah, there’s the monitor! I want you to see this. I find it helps confused individuals like yourself to be confronted with one's actual body. Helps them come to accept it and the duties associated with it.”
He brushes the hair out of your face again and pulls aside one of the pads holding it facing upright, then carefully lowers your cheek to the side with his gloved hand so you’re facing the monitor.
The nurse cycles through inputs until you see yourself. Your cunt. Your splayed open womb. There’s two pictures, one a wide view focused in on your vulva but clearly showing your legs and ass, and then another, closer cropped picture, showing your illuminated insides. You clench and the flesh around the speculums squirms on the screen in front of you.
If you could hyperventilate you would. This can't be happening to you, and yet there it is. You can't be locked up by this madman for months, years, the rest of your life and your body used for experiments, being bred over and over again.
This can't be happening.
The gloved fingers are on your cunt again, circling your clit gently.
“Calm down, it’ll all be all right. We’ll fill you up and you’ll start to feel better for the first time in your life, once you feel your true purpose being fulfilled. This is for your own good. It’ll be alright, just try to enjoy it. I know you can do that for me.”
Your cunt clenches around the speculums on the screen. Even your womb spasms, drawing the instrument in deeper for a moment.
Then he starts to work down there without any explanation, you feel fingers on your cunt and something thin slide inside your vagina and then into your uterus. There's a moment of it inside you before you hear a click and the hands pull away but the something stays within you. Then you see another picture on the screen and you realize it must be a camera as you can see a close up of the inside of your uterus.
“Is that the specimen? Are the restraints in place? Is the ovipositor out?”
“Yes, doctor. Shall I begin recording again?”
“Please do.”
You try desperately to see what they are talking about but your whole vision is taken up by the screen and the nurses who walk behind it.
You are terrified. You are so, so turned on.
“Welcome back, we cut for a moment to bring the specimen in and as you can see it’s been restrained except for the ovipositor, which you can see the base of is swollen with eggs. It's been manually excited to prepare for the implantation.”
Then there's something held between your legs to show the camera. It’s about the size of a large dog and takes two nurses to carry it. It's almost mummified with medical tape, except for the thick pointed red organ that sways up and down obscenely with the breathing of the animal.
That’s going inside you.
The doctor begins to narrate as the nurses move quickly between your legs to get it in position.
“Now time is limited so we are immediately removing the speculum from the cervix and inserting the ovipositor. The intrauterine camera will assist in placement and help us insure implantation.”
Quick gloved hands have closed and removed the speculum, but your cervix remains gaped open. Your wide view of your cunt is blocked by the thing, struggling in its bonds. But you can watch from the middle view as they maneuver the ovipositor into your splayed open vagina. You recognize the doctor’s fingers as they slide under the ovipositor inside you to guide it. Your view is now blocked by blue glove, and white squirming medical tape.
But there's still the internal camera, and you can see far too much on it.
“Up a bit!” The doctor barks out commands. “To the left… hold it there, lemme just…”
You feel it against the entrance to your cervix and then you almost don't feel it, you're so dilated, as it begins to slide inside you.
“Got it! Push it in!”
But you can definitely see it inside of you, the red of the ovipositor and the red of the inside of your womb taking up the entire screen.
The nurses push it further inside of you and you can feel that swollen base up against the opening to your vagina.
“It’s stuck on the speculum!” The nurse sounds frantic.
“Push it in, the subject can take it.”
There’s one last push, and you can feel pressure both within you and at your entrance and then suddenly it's all the way inside you, pushing the bill of the speculum even wider inside you. You would scream if you could. There’s squirming flesh and medical tape up against your skin now as the thing struggles against its bonds.
The doctor lets out a theatrical relieved sigh for the camera.
“Well, that’s the tricky part done! Now we just need to coax it into releasing its eggs. It’s ovipositor is buried deep in warm twitching flesh so it shouldn’t take much to get it started.”
You hear a buzz.
And then someone presses the wide head of a wand up against where you end and the creature begins. Your eyes roll back as your swollen clit is overwhelmed. It's too much: the wand, the way you feel finally full now that you’re pushed to your limit, the attention given to your cervix, even the condescending and disgusting way the doctor talked down to you. You come almost immediately and you can feel your body spasming in the stirrups, your cunt uselessly trying to clamp down, even your cervix and uterus contract, feeling almost like cramps, but by this point even the pain is turning you on.
"Excellent! We have the first orgasm of the procedure right away! This subject is very promising. The contractions associated with orgasm will stimulate the ovipositor and once fully aroused, the specimen will release its eggs."
Mentally you curse, there’s no way to stop yourself from orgasming, even if you had been fully in control of your body you know you would have come from that.
On the screen you can see the aftershocks as your womb contracts around the camera and the ovipositor. As you watch its tip begins to open up creating space in your womb.
“Arousal for the specimen begins with a flaring of the head of the ovipositor, stretching out the walls of the uterus and creating an open space to deposit eggs. We will keep the wand on for another few minutes at least until we can see the eggs descending. I have a feeling we’ll get another orgasm or two out of this subject which should speed things along.”
If you were able to move your body you would be writhing on the table. The deep vibrations of the wand are too much and you want to scream, your nerves don’t know how to deal with this much sensation and now you realize it’s going to go on with no reprieve.
Then suddenly, without buildup, you're coming again. Convulsions wrack your body and on the screen you can see the nurses struggle to adjust the creature as your body arches off the table. The thing locked into you reacts to your movements too and you can see oily fur? Bristles? Something black popping out from between the tape as it squirms. Inside you the tip opens up even more and you’re sure that if you could look down at your body you would see a grotesque bulge through your skin. You know this for certain when you feel the doctor place a gentle hand on your lower abdomen and run his fingers over the bump. The touch feels reverent.
“I think now is a good time to talk about the monitoring of the subject after implantation, while we wait for the eggs to descend. We’ll be keeping the subject anesthetized for the first few days and hooked up to the usual monitoring equipment, until we’re certain the implantation is a success. However, in past subjects we’ve realized that some uterine movement is necessary, but since it wouldn’t be safe to allow the subject free movement, every 4 hours the subject will be brought to orgasm. While they are under we’ll be conducting pelvic exams every day, and we’ll be monitoring the viability of the eggs continuously via rectal probe.”
Here he holds up what looks to you like a long thick butt plug with wires coming out of the base. The wide head is almost as thick as your fist. Behind him the creature continues to struggle, ignored by everyone but the nurses holding onto it. Your body continues to jerk and spasm as well.
You close your eyes against the overwhelming sensation and you must have blacked out for a few minutes because when you open them again the doctor is happily exclaiming.
“There we are! The first egg is descending! Pull away the wand, we want a clear video of this.”
The wand is pulled away and slowly your body twitches on the table, but that’s not what you’re focused on. You’re focused on the screen where something whitish and cloudy is starting to emerge from the flared head. It’s smooth and rounded except for the tip of it from which grows what looks like roots or barbs.
“As you can see the eggs will anchor themselves into the stretched out uterine wall, the ovipositor is actually a very sensitive and precise organ which will be sure to attach them so as to fit as many as possible inside the host.”
It’s long, longer in proportion than a chicken egg and it takes what feels like an eternity before it bumps into your back wall and just… sticks there. You don’t feel anything different, but you know that this was the point of no return. You feel sick. It’s something foreign, something alive, deep inside of you, where you can’t get it out.
The ovipositor shifts just slightly and you can see the whole egg hanging there. It looks almost exactly like an octopus egg and you know logically it must currently be tiny, but it takes up so much of the screen, so much of your attention that it seems enormous. Another egg starts to emerge.
Mentally, you start screaming, trying to move, trying to raise your heart rate, to make any measurable change in your own body, but the machines keep beeping away at a steady pace. The only time that had changed was while the wand was on you.
The second egg now hangs beside the first.
This is it, you realize.
There’s a third.
There’s no getting out of this.
Four in the cluster.
Even if you could escape this would kill you without someone to monitor it. This is your life now.
Five.
An incubator to be filled with a grotesque brood and to be maintained by a sadistic caretaker and then finally you’ll have to deliver the things.
Six.
Who knows how big they’ll get before you have to push them out.
Seven.
Before monsters emerge from between your legs, squirming and wriggling.
Eight.
You don’t even know for sure what they’ll look like.
Nine.
And then the soft movements inside of you pause. Is it over?
The doctor lays a hand on your abdomen again. He presses down. You are still so wonderfully full. More full than before. You’ll always be full now. Always have something inside of you.
“It seems like that’s all. I can feel the head of the ovipositor shrinking back to normal size. Once it does so we’ll remove it from the subject. Nine is a good sized clutch, not the largest I’ve seen, but we’re going for long term subject viability in this test.”
The head does look smaller and the walls of your uterus are closing in around the eggs, keeping them safe and alive. Just like your body was meant to. You keep coming back to the doctor’s words. Sick as this is, it’s closer to what you were designed for, closer to your essential purpose, than what you had been doing with your body.
“After this, off camera, we’ll remove the specimen and I will give the subject a postoperative pelvic exam to make sure the cervix closes up properly. The next recording will go over the changes in the subject at the one month mark and include footage of the fertilization procedure for the non viable zygotes. End recording of the implantation procedure, subject Q-95. Nurse, please stop the camera.”
“The camera is off, doctor.”
“Thank you, everyone! This has been very successful. Now let's uncouple the specimen from the subject and get this wrapped up.”
The screen in front of your eyes is black now, but people start to move around you. You feel movement where you’re still connected to the thing and you know they’re about to pull it out of you. A traitorous thought arises in your head as you realize you’re somehow still hard. You still want to get off. This, all this, the worst possible thing that could happen to you, is turning you on so much that you still want to get off. You’re disgusting.
There’s a wet squelching noise and a sudden feeling of emptiness in your cunt as the bulbous base of the ovipositor is pulled out of you. But even if your gaping hole could have closed after taking something so big, the speculum is still inside you holding you open. You feel the weight in your cervix suddenly disappear as the tip pulls out and then you are back where you started. Splayed open and empty, for all to observe. (But you’re not really empty, you’ll never be truly empty now, you’re so full that your body is going to swell up and grow around how full you are.)
There are footsteps and then the doctor comes back into view. He crouches down to get on eye level with you.
“You did amazing. Your body is taking to this perfectly.”
He strokes your face gently.
“I bet you feel better now too, full of life. You’ll feel even better after we get you cleaned up. I just have to have a little peek inside you and make sure everything looks good, ok? Although, I suppose you’ll enjoy that bit as well.”
You hate how your little cock perks up at being talked to like you’re an idiot, how your sore cunt clenches down when he mentions another exam.
All around you nurses are moving, cleaning things up, putting away instruments, returning the thing to where it came from. The doctor’s hand slides down your neck and moves lower, slowly enjoying your skin, until it comes to rest on your belly.
“You’re going to look beautiful pregnant.”
He stands up and moves your head to stare blankly at the ceiling and those bright, bright lights again.
You can hear his footsteps as he walks around you to sit between your legs. And then you hear the clicking of a flashlight again and know he’s peering inside of you.
“You can’t see anything anymore, but don’t worry, I’ll let you know exactly what I’m doing to you. Right now I’m taking a look at you. I can see your cute, little clit, still so swollen and excited! I’m glad to know you’re still enjoying this. Lower down I am looking inside your vagina. It looks like you took everything just fine, just like you were made for this. And deep inside you, I can see your cervix. It’s still pretty open, about a centimeter or so. I can juuuust see the tip of an egg inside of you. But don’t worry we’ll get that closed up in just a second here. Nurse? Could you hand me the wand?”
“Here you go, doctor.”
You hear a buzzing as he clicks it on.
“Ready?”
No, you’re not ready. You're not ready for any of this.
“One, two-”
He presses the vibrating head against your clit. Your body jerks up and you can feel the straps digging into your thighs.
“Sorry about that, I just find that when I surprise you, you clench down even harder! And look, it’s working! Each time you spasm your cervix closes down a little bit, cradling the eggs inside you.”
Your body keeps moving without your will, trapping the eggs within you, taking them deeper inside. The thought makes you slick with arousal.
You are almost there when he pulls the wand away.
“We can’t have you orgasming just yet! Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when you can come.”
He presses the wand against you again, edging you.
“We’re almost there. I can’t see the eggs anymore but I know you’ll keep them safe for me.”
He pulls it away. Puts it back. Pulls it away. You are in the best agony of your life.
“Perfect, you’re all closed up.”
He closes the speculum and it slips easily from your stretched cunt. You’re pretty sure he could fit his hand in there easily if he wanted to.
“Unfortunately, the next step is a little less pleasant. You saw the rectal monitor? I’m going to use my hand to open you up and then I’m going to put that inside of you. Don’t worry, I have a little treat for you if you do well.”
Was he finally going to let you come? You hate how relieved you feel at the thought.
There’s cold lubed fingers at your ass again and you are breached for the second time. He takes his time, lingering over each finger he adds. Eventually you realize the two of you are alone. There’s no nurses anymore, just you and him.
“You’re doing so well. I bet you had lots of practice with this before, using this hole instead of the one you were given. But don’t worry, after you accept your body for what it is you won’t need to do this. We’ll make sure your vagina is always full.”
He gets the fourth finger in you and slowly stretches you out, pulling his fingers apart from one another. He’s so gentle when he works his knuckles inside of you, now only his thumb is left outside.
“Are you ready? I’m going to put my whole hand inside you now.”
He pulls back and lines up the thumb, then pushes his hand inside. It feels amazing, like your whole body is being rearranged from the inside. He forms a fist and slides it up and down inside you, again and again and again. You’re so relaxed around him you almost don’t realize it when his hand stretches out and then pushes up, feeling your womb.
“I can feel them inside of you. You feel so different than when you were empty. Now it’s like a little weight I can cup in my hand, but soon,” He puts his other hand on your abdomen. “The life inside you will get too big for me to hold. And just think, they’ll start to move inside of you soon. I can’t wait to feel that.”
Your cunt clenches down, utterly turned on by the horrible things this man is saying.
“You like that? From what I’ve seen it is very arousing for the mothers, all that life squirming within you, your belly too big to reach around and do anything about it, but I’ll make sure to take care of you.”
He pulls his hand out and changes gloves and then you feel the huge plug against your stretched out asshole.
“I’m going to put this inside you now, ok?”
He pushes it in easily after all the work he did. It settles deep inside you, nestled up against your womb.
“Now before I plug this in and move you to your room, I promised you a little treat, didn’t I?”
You hate how desperate you are for his touch. It disgusts you as much as it arouses you.
“Now, in past trials, we’ve waited until the eggs were fully implanted and the overwhelming urge to be inseminated was present, but this time I think we should give it a head start. Make sure they have plenty to eat once they hatch. That's the other half of why I gave you all those hormone injections while you were out, to make as sure as possible that you’re fertile right now.”
You can hear a zipper.
Oh fuck. He’s going to fuck you. Even after all you’ve been through so far, how you’ve been violated as deeply as possible, the word rape doesn’t come into your mind until you feel the head of his cock gently parting your lips.
“I’m going to put it in now, ok? Don’t worry, this is what your body is meant for, I’ll make you feel good.”
When he presses inside of you it feels exquisite and you want to vomit. With the large plug he feels bigger than he must be, big enough to satisfy you even after you were so stretched out.
“See, it feels good, doesn’t it? Your body wants to be inseminated, it needs it, and after you admit it, you’ll feel so much better. I’m going to start moving now.”
He starts moving within you. The head of his cock presses against you just right as he slides in and out. He slides one hand onto your belly and the thumb of the other grazes your clit. You jerk up at his touch, needing more. You close your eyes.
“You look so good like this, ready to take my seed, already filled with life. I was going to hold off doing this until after your third pelvic exam but you just looked so needy today that I had to do this. I couldn’t leave you like this, especially after I learned that you were awake for this all. You were so brave today.”
Oh god you were close, so fucking close. You just needed a little bit more.
“As a reward I’m going to leave you so full of semen that when I look inside you tomorrow, your insides will still be white.”
It’s the thought of future examinations, a future full of gloved fingers and speculums and growing rounder and rounder and eventually that condescending voice telling you to push, that finally brings you over the edge. This is your life now, and it feels so, so good.