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The year was 20XX. The place was a city whose name had been forgotten. This part of town was full of warehouses that didn’t have anything in them except gangs, and buildings that didn’t provide cover for the rain that passed through this area. They were providing it. The area had gone dry a while ago, and the corporations who worked in those buildings attempted to supplant it with a weather machine. It had worked too well, and the rain persisted during all but the hottest days in the summer. It was a rainy autumn morning at the one building that had resisted being built over, but the insides showed signs of change.
The Church of the Deified Emmanuel had seen better days. The inside was dusty, with the rooms in the back being kept the cleanest. The people who worked there lived in one of the high rise apartments just behind the building, walking into their own backyard to check in. It was the only compensation they had asked for to keep the doors open. The staff of the church had been reduced to two. The head was Father Warren, a middle-aged man who had a body that looked younger, despite his face. He had drunk the wine when a small packet of nanomachines was dropped in. They had saved him from a terrible illness, but he wondered how thoroughly the nanomachines had mixed in with his body.
The face of the church, for what little people it still drew in, was Sister Doe. She was Warren’s daughter, a young woman of high school age. She wore a nun’s habit, the headband able to slide over her eyes like a pair of goggles to look into the wireless network that was dispersed through the city. Instead of a tunic, she wore a bunny suit done in the same black color below, the top open enough to expose her cleavage. Advertisements throughout the city were drenched in sex, and the church had changed its ways to compete.
Even the cross near the back of the church was outlined in neon, while the image of Jesus on it was nothing more than a holographic projection. When the services finished, the neon lights remained on, and Jesus flickered out from the cross. It was a reflection of the church itself. Everyone seated in the pews was a holographic avatar of a person, recording the information for the people who wished to attend, and sending it back to their phones. The seats emptied instantly when everything was done, leaving only Warren and Doe in the empty church. Shadowed by the skyscrapers as the morning turned into the afternoon, the bright lights coming through the windows illuminated the stained glass windows.
“It’s just the two of us,” said Warren, looking around the empty church. “Anything sacred about this place was stamped out when the buildings next to it were torn down. It’s only a matter of time until this lot is bought up too.”
“Where would we go then?” asked Doe.
“There are other cities in this world. Maybe somewhere in the countryside that hasn’t fallen yet,” said her father. “If Jesus has disappeared, maybe there should be a new Mary. To bring something new that people can look up to in this world.”
“Are you saying I’m worthy of that role?” Doe asked.
“You’re about to get a visit from your father,” said Warren. He tossed off his robes, revealing that he was wearing only a loincloth underneath. Watching his daughter move about the virtual space inside the church had gotten his libido acting up, and the loincloth looked like it was about to rip from the strength and size of his erection. Having a holy man with his dick out in the middle of the church felt wrong, but then everything felt wrong in this world. A little sacrilege wouldn’t make it feel any more wrong.
Sister Doe pulled down on the top of her outfit, letting her breasts flop out. The way her outfit was worn meant that she never wore a bra underneath, making the shape of her hard nipples show at all times. Her nipples were a natural shade of brown from the moment she was born. She pulled back her father’s loincloth, letting his cock spring out. The warmth of his dick rested against her face, smearing precum against her cheek. She wrapped her hands around it, taking a drop of holy lubricant, a special blend prepared by the church, and rubbed it against his cock, slathering it on down to the balls.
Shimmering with a film of oil, his cock took on the prismatic colors of the stained glass windows. She stroked it up and down in her hands, watching as it grew until it was as big as it could get. Her father’s cock was quite long, a foot in length that showed its bulge in his pants even when he was trying to preach. She licked along the underside of the tip, tasting the mild but pleasant flavor of the lube, before wrapping her lips around the cockhead. As part of her ritual with her father, she was to take it as deep as she could. It went far into her mouth, reaching her throat. She could handle some deepthroating.
The entire length of his cock was in her mouth, the sheen of the oil mixing with her saliva as it rolled down. His balls were resting on a small cushion near the edge of the chair made to prop them up, keeping the sperm inside flowing. With the empty pews of the church behind them, Doe wrapped her breasts around her father’s cock. The upper part of the shaft was still poking through, immense and rigid in its size and thickness. Her slurping and her father’s groans filled the church. She was praying on her knees to a man she regarded as divine, but it was not the man the church had been built for. The musky smell of his cock overrode the oil, going up her nostrils and making her nipples hard.
She sucked on it diligently, letting it come out of her mouth to give her throat a rest before diving back in. His cock was hard, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Doe pulled his cock out of her mouth, letting it continue to throb. The pulse of his cock matched the beating of her heart. Her pussy was leaking into her panties. The bottom of her bunny suit-shaped nun outfit was pulled aside, letting her pussy juice flow freely, and revealing her pussy. Those nanomachines had improved her father’s health, and also his libido. It was her duty, as a member of his same church, to keep him from getting horny in front of the few people who showed up in person.
Moving back towards him like she was doing a lap dance, her father saw the shape of her ass through her clothes. It was a fine, perky ass. One far too good to be trapped inside a nun’s clothes. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, coating it in a layer of her juices before pulling open her lower lips. Her pink insides were revealed to him, dripping wet from the smell of his cock. She lowered herself onto his dick, taking the glans with ease. The rest of it slowly slid inside, pushing in bit by bit until he had managed to shove the entire thing inside her. Her entire lower body had been taken by her father’s cock, her folds clamping down around the shaft on the inside.
Her father grabbed her by the underside of her knees. He spread them apart and lifted them up, exposing her pussy to the aisle of the church. She bounced on his cock, her breasts exposed and her nipples sending beads of sweat flying in every direction. Her father rubbed his fingers against her areola, feeling the tips erect beneath his digits. Her nipples were thick when aroused, standing out from the vast expanse of her boobs. Her breasts swayed and her mouth was open wide, letting out a line of drool into her exposed cleavage. She was glad that her father had regained some of his health, but she wondered if the nanomachines dispersed through his body had any ill effects. The company that designed them said they had good purposes in mind, but that could have been marketing.
The long and thick cock plunging in and out of her tight teenage pussy anointed the floor of the church in his daughter’s love juices. Something that should never be spilled in church, a forbidden union, consumed the both of them. As she fucked him, the visor in her headband lowered over her eyes. She could see into the network that connected the church to the rest of the world on the outside. The neon outline of Jesus that had once been on the cross had put its neon blue glow around her father’s body. He hadn’t been acting any differently. While her view had been replaced by the digital, she could still feel his cock pumping up into her from below, making the visor shake on her eyes while she rode him.
“Even behind that visor, there’s nobody here,” said Father Warren. “If they saw what we were doing, we’d be excommunicated or worse.”
“As long as it’s not ‘worse,’ we would just keep doing it,” said Doe. “I’m finding more salvation in your cock than the words these days.”
“I’m trying to get by as much as you are,” he said. “Can you feel it? I’m getting.. Closer...”
“Don’t spill a drop,” said Doe.
Her father thrust up into her from below. She felt his cock throbbing, growing hotter, as hot as a computer running at full speed, so fast it would overheat. He looked down, watching her ass cheeks shake as they slammed into him. Her wide hips were the definition of child-bearing. If his daughter could give him another daughter, he would roll with it and see what happened. He touched her clitoris, pressing in on the pink nub and making her pussy tighten around him, sucking his cock in deep the same way her throat had done to his cock. He groaned from deep within, and his balls tensed up. Doe braced herself.
An overflowing amount of creamy white semen, infused with nanomachines, left his cock. It flooded into her womb, filling in her folds until it was rolling back down her thighs. She held onto her stomach, basking in the warm cum spurting after her, a seemingly never ending spurt of hot, ropey cum. The nanomachines had restored his dick to that of a man in his prime, a man who would have been around her age, and she felt it with every pump. Even when his dick had no more left to shoot, it remained hard and long inside her for a while longer, until it finally flopped out on its own, the glans hanging over the edge of the chair.
Doe gave her father a kiss on the lips. She raised the visor off her eyes, letting him see them when she opened them up once again to smile. She wished to clean herself up, taking a towel and some of the holy water from the basin near the middle of the church. Using it like a locker room was very untoward, but she needed to clean herself up. She couldn’t return home with cum visibly dripping down her legs. Seeing her wipe her pussy got her father rock hard again. He asked her to use the processional cross like a stripper pole, spreading her legs and putting on a show for him on the raised platform.
She had finished dancing, and prepared to put her boobs back into her outfit. Teasing her father was fun, but she was hesitant to call him a lover. Watching her dance and shake, her curvy body’s fat visibly jiggling, he came from stroking his cock, his shaft already sensitive from ejaculating only a few minutes ago. Doe gasped. His cum shot out with incredible force, landing on the state of the Virgin Mary. It was a decorative piece, one that had been created within the last decade and had no particular historical significance. It was not something that should be draped in semen, but it had been decorated with her father’s seed. Doe went to wipe it off with the same towel she’d been using on her pussy, thinking to herself that her pussy juice and her dad’s cum would be mixing together on that towel. As she approached the statue, the back of her headdress shot up like a pair of rabbit ears, remaining stiff.
She clutched her stomach. There was a strange feeling in her womb, an intense heat that had not been there before. She fell to her knees, panting and sweating, her breasts heaving as she tried to figure out what was going on. The lights of the church flickered, with the digital church seemingly blending into the physical one for the briefest of moments before they separated again. Doe walked over to one of the pews, clutching her stomach. She let out a loud cry that echoed to the roofs of the church and back to her own ears, a cry that was nearly orgasmic in sound.
Her breasts swelled up, growing plumper and fatter. She could hear the sound of something sloshing around inside. Her nipples rapidly darkened, becoming a shade of deep brown that looked nearly black in color. The color change happened within seconds. If her father had blinked, he would have missed them. What was happening to her breasts paled in comparison to what was happening below. Her stomach bulged out, going from flat to rounded. Within the first few seconds, she looked as if she had eaten a hearty meal. It didn’t stop there, and continued to grow.
The rounded size expanded, growing until it reached her knees. The seam on her outfit stretched and frayed, starting to break apart as it became too small and tight for her stomach to handle. The middle ripped in two, right at the spot to reveal the new dark line going down the middle of her belly. It stretched out past her knees, expanding faster. Her entire body was tingling, going numb from the sensation. She tried to hold herself back, but her pussy was leaking onto the wood of the pew, dripping off the edge like rain on a windowsill. After ten minutes of growth, it finally stopped. Her belly was so big she could no longer see her feet, whether she was sitting or standing. She felt a lot hornier as her body adjusted.
Yet she couldn’t feel any kicking inside her. She looked pregnant. She felt pregnant. It had happened so fast that she had bypassed any morning sickness. None of her clothes were going to fit. The bunny suit she had been wearing would need adjustment, and the ears standing straight refused to go back down. She asked her father to take her home so she could sleep. Their day in church was done. Instead of sleeping in separate beds, she slept in his bed, letting him rub her bloated stomach while spooning with her the entire night. It helped her sleep better, having a tough time getting the sheets to cover her belly and find a comfortable position.
She came into church the next day. The edges of her areola were peeking out through her outfit. She didn’t try to hide them. Her breasts were like this now, and she was comfortable with it. She had an appointment with a back-alley doctor for that afternoon, to see what was going on inside her womb. The church wasn’t open on days except for Sunday. She had come here to clean up after the mess that she and her father had made yesterday. The holy water was in need of refreshing, and with her belly bloated, the pressure on her bladder was stronger. She had already peed before she left her apartment, and now she needed to go again.
Pulling aside the bottom of her outfit once again, her pussy and clit were exposed to the air of the church. She adjusted her position over the bowl, and took a long, steaming golden piss. Her father turned his attention towards her, watching with a growing erection beneath his robes once again. Her urine flowed hard and fast, swirling around the bottom of the bowl until it filled it halfway. Doe stopped what she was doing when she heard the door to the church open. A woman wearing old clothes entered. She came from the parts of town that had been priced out by the big corporations, and were stuck in the same position as the church.
“Is anyone here?” she asked. “I am Ellen.”
“Father Warren,” he introduced himself. “And this is Sister Doe.”
“Do they allow nuns to be pregnant?” asked Ellen.
“We’re still figuring out the cause,” Doe said. “This is more of a costume. The nearest convent is far, far away from this place.”
“As long as you can offer me assistance, I don’t care what you are,” said Ellen.
“What seems to be the problem?” Warren asked.
“My husband and I have been trying to conceive, but one of us is infertile. We think it has to do with the electronic waste dump, but we can’t say for certain. All the medications for it are too expensive, so this is our last resort,” she said. “Do you know anything that can help?”
Doe had woken up in the middle of the night the night before, and walked in the wrong direction. Instead of heading towards the bathroom, she went to the balcony, and ended up peeing off the side of her apartment. On the ground level, while walking through the city, she saw a flower blooming through the concrete where there hadn’t been one before. Back in ancient times, the connection between urine and pregnancy was established. It felt dirty, but it might have genuinely been the only hope this woman had in this world.
“Close your eyes and cup your hands,” said Doe. She still had some pee left in her bladder, and wanted to get rid of it. She spread her legs over Ellen’s hands, and pissed on her palms. It covered them in her warm urine, the smell wafting up to her nose as it overflowed from her hands. She told Ellen to drink it, and Ellen complied. She slurped down the piss, taking it down her throat until it landed in her stomach.
“What did you make me drink?” asked Ellen.
“My urine,” said Doe. “Do not fear. It is clean. I believe it will make you fertile once more.”
“I will take your word for it,” said Ellen.
Doe visited the back-alley doctor later in the afternoon. She saw that, while her stomach was the size of a full term pregnancy, the baby inside her was at the start. It would still take nine months for it to grow to the expected size and for her to give birth. She played coy about who the father was, only saying that he had been affected by nanomachines. There were no documented cases of this in the nanomachines as far as the public knew, and the corporation that had created them was keeping tight lipped.
Ellen returned to the church a week later. She bowed down and prayed to Doe’s belly, treating it like a shining sun. The light coming from the ceiling windows surrounded it, and her body had taken on the glow of pregnancy. Doe stepped back into the shadows, leaving only her belly hanging out in the light. She didn’t understand what was going on.
“Your urine has blessed me with pregnancy again,” said Ellen. “We’ve been having wild, bed-breaking sex, and it finally took. I could not be more grateful for this miracle. May I join?”
“You’re married!” said Doe.
“It’s just a costume,” said Ellen.
Ellen joined the group, helping Doe through one service. Once the service let out, the people sitting in the virtual pews started asking questions about what was going on. Someone had snapped a candid photo of her when she visited the back alley doctor. Doe shared her life story, again leaving out that her father had been the one to cum inside her. She was saying it was an older man who was a friend of hers. Girls at her age dating older wasn’t surprising. One of the women, a wife of a high-ranking CEO from one of the mega-corporations that owned the city, told her that they wanted to meet.
Claudia, as the woman called, asked that Doe bring an entire thermos of the miracle cure that had awakened Ellen to pregnancy. She had recently visited the lab where the company’s latest technology was being built, and was having trouble getting pregnant herself. Ellen arrived at her apartment, a lavish suite that looked out over the city, with a thermos that she had peed in minutes before arriving. She could still feel the heat of it coming through the container. She sat opposite Claudia, a woman who looked a little too made-up for her own good, and poured the woman a glass of her own urine. Claudia held it to her nose and sniffed, wondering what the strange smell was.
“Is this miracle cure what I really think it is?” asked Claudia.
“Is my belly not proof enough?” asked Doe.
“I may as well add some honey to this to make it go down easier,” said Claudia.
“No,” Doe said. “You have to take it as it is.”
She slowly sipped from the cup, nearly spitting it out as she worked her way through the taste of Doe’s pee. She wouldn’t have thought to do this, but the testimony going around online could vouch for it. It could awaken pregnancy and promote ovulation in a way that nothing else could. She sucked down the last drop from her cup, and waited to see if there would be any change. A few weeks later, she called Doe back. She was pregnant and expecting her first child. She also joined the church as a nun, eager to assist in spreading the word. Everyone she came into contact with was blessed with fertility.
She began to think. Why was it that her belly was big enough for a full term pregnancy, but only one child was inside her? She spent a long night talking with her father about it, only falling asleep a few hours before sunrise. In those few hours of sleep, she thought she heard the voices of the other people, those who occupied the digital pews, some of whom may have died long ago but still had their avatars attending, that she came upon a revelation. She must have had the extra room in her belly because she was supposed to carry more than one child.
A message went out on the church’s digital bulletin board, with a sign hanging in the front out in the real world. The news and the corporations were catching onto the pregnant nun who had been recruiting others into her order, blessing them with her holy water. On the day of the announcement, a group of virile men had gathered in front of the church. They watched as a marching parade, accompanied by electronic organ music, spread through the streets. A group of bunny girl nuns walked in single file. All of them were in various stages of pregnancy, with their stomachs showing through their clothes. Most of them had let their tops slip to reveal their nipples, not caring that they were baring their breasts in front of a crowd.
The group was an equal mix of prostitutes, housewives and Doe’s friends, all of whom had taken the oath to become fertile through her urine. For women who had no knowledge of infertility, it ensured that they would get pregnant the next time they had sex. A miracle fertility drug that took the world by storm. The urine of the women who had drank hers had been tested, but only Doe’s had the effect. The number of women who came calling for her were so many that she went to drastic measures to keep providing. She filled a bathtub with her piss, inviting the women to splash around in it and drink from it. It was good for several hours after it left her body, allowing plenty of time for those who wanted to receive her blessing to do so.
Bringing up the back of the parade, sitting atop a chair that had been painted gold, was Doe. Her stomach was the largest, so big that she required the help of two other nuns to carry it towards the ceremonial bed inside the church where the parade ended. It had been a tough competition among the nuns, fighting for the honor of carrying the belly of the woman who had started it. At first, it was thought that the church had started a splinter sect, but it was becoming its own religion. The secret of Doe’s miraculous pregnancy remained hidden from her followers, even as her father kept watching over her, proud of how slutty she had become, extending her love for the world outward while making it exceedingly carnal.
Doe stripped out of her clothes, leaving on only her headdress as she lay on the bed spread-eagle. The bed was comfortable and large, provided by the generous donations the church had received. An image of her ultrasound was next to the bed, showing the amount of room still left over in her womb. The nuns who had carried her belly into the church let a line of oil drip onto her stomach, rubbing it in to give her belly a shine. Doe moaned, spilling drops of milk from her dark nipples onto the bed sheets as the pleasure spread through her body. Her legs kicked back the sheets, revealing her bushy pussy and twitching asshole.
“My dear followers,” Doe said. “Though my belly is quite full, there is but one child inside it. In this world, where even children are scarce, I will do my part to create a bridge to our future, and it begins with you filling my womb. I will accept your semen! Fuck me like a whore, but treat me as a saint!”
The men unzipped their pants, taking out their hard cocks and stroking them. The thought of getting to make it with a nun who was this heavily pregnant was alluring to their libidos. Something forbidden tasted the sweetest. The men’s cocks came in all sizes. Some were quite large and healthy, coming from those who had traveled from outside the major cities. Doe held onto their hands, giving them support as they thrust their meaty cocks inside her pussy. The church echoed with the sounds of fucking and the bed springs squeaking, sending it to the rafters as Doe’s moans rose in tandem with the men’s animalistic grunts.
They loved the tightness in her pussy, the weight of her expanded womb pressing down on their cocks as they thrust inside her. She had put her breast milk into the small cups used for the wine, inviting the men to drink a shot at any point during their coitus with her. She had hoped that the men would be able to keep going for longer, but many of them hardly lasted beyond a few minutes. Men were horny and prone to getting things done quickly, but she still asked the name of every man who came to her bedside. When they came inside her, she agreed to finish the job.
After every creampie, Doe told them to go to the side of her bed while the next man came in and thrust himself inside her pussy, which grew sloppier with the mixed cum of the men with every passing minute. As the next man entered her, she took the cum and love juice-soaked cock of the man who had just blown his load, holding it and licking it with her tongue. Using her well-honed blowjob skills, she licked and slurped their cocks until they were clean, all while feeling the vigorous thrusting of the man inside her at the foot of the bed. The men had been saving up for days for the chance to have their way with her once they heard about this rite, and she accepted all of them.
The lines went around the block, stretching and going down the streets. Men at the back joined in who had only heard of the even through hearsay, and they jumped at the chance. No strings attached sex with a pregnant nun who wanted to take as many children inside her as possible. Doe wondered if the nanomachines would ensure that every man’s sperm would be fertilized, or if their programming would only select for the healthiest. The idea that it had a mind of its own, and could read the genetic code of the sperm, wasn’t impossible.
As Doe lay there on the bed, feeling the thrust of cock after cock entering her pussy and depositing it warm, gooey load, she wondered what she had seen that night. When the image of her father and the neon Jesus had overlapped for a brief moment. Machines weren’t that smart. They couldn’t do anything unless prompted, but the signals for the symbol had coalesced with the machines that inhabited her father’s body. It made what was once taboo feel as if it was imbued with a greater purpose. Even as she gave herself over to other men, she never stopped wanting to feel the embrace of her father.
Her long day came to an end. Six straight hours of sex, with hundreds of creampies inside her. Her womb and her stomach had swallowed what felt like a gallon of semen, and her belly was so full that it sloshed about like a water balloon when she held it. Her body was covered in a mix of oil, milk and sweat that would require soap to wash off, and the bath at her house was almost too big for her belly. Her father opened the door. He was the last one in line, waiting to see her. All the cocks she was taking had started to blend together, but she recognized the shape of his the moment it went inside. The placement of the veins and the shape of the head, all of it was welcomed back into her pussy. She planted a kiss on his lips as she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into the milky, wet embrace of her bosom.
Six months had passed since the grand gangbang ritual. The women who had consumed her urine found themselves carrying multiple children, even when their first attempt at getting pregnant had only resulted in one. This was most prominent with Sister Doe herself. She sat on a throne at the center of the church aisle, the multicolored lights of the stained glass windows, now depicting her, shining upon her body. Her clothes were barely fitting, the bunny suit stretching to accommodate her enormous belly and heavy, leaking breasts. Milk dripped from her nipples like a leaky faucet, and a golden basin was set beneath her crotch.
Every few hours, another golden stream of piss flowed from between her legs like a waterfall, collecting the fertility-inducing release. The demand was high. Though it couldn’t be seen due to the high back of the chair, there was an opening from behind. Doe’s pussy and butt jutted out from the back of the seat, providing an easy way for her father to stick his cock in her. She needed a regular dose of his semen, or the hormones flowing through her would overwhelm her body, making her cum at the slightest touch.
As the back-alley doctor she went to confirmed, she was carrying an additional eleven children inside her, all of whom were developing at the same rate as her first. This confirmed Sister Doe’s suspicions. The nanomachines in her father’s sperm had selected only the best genes, for children who were strong enough to endure the air and rain that blew through the neon-covered city streets. Hundreds of men had cum inside her, but only eleven of them were worthy of giving her a child. She had no idea how to relay that information, and asked Ellen, who had become her right-hand woman and her most trusted fellow nun.
Doe was sending her followers out to handle her daily duties like shopping and handling the church. Her belly was so heavy that moving was becoming more difficult, but she wanted to return to a normal life. She tried to temper her expectations, not letting the amount of people who hung on her every word go to her head. The babies inside her were big enough to start kicking, and when one of them, close enough to the front of her womb that she saw her bloated belly briefly change shape, kicked her, she saw a vision. The neon Jesus on the cross had never returned. Every attempt at rebooting the church’s projection systems or reinstalling the files made it refuse to return. Yet something very much like it was coming from inside her womb.
She had become convinced of the importance of what she was about to do. Doe slipped her visor over her eyes, getting into the church’s digital network once again. The numbers had grown considerably, with thousands of people waiting for her to issue an official statement.
“The world as it is will not be like this forever. I have seen it, a vision of a better future. We, the Church of the Deified Emmanuel, are gestating the next generation. One that will allow us to build a better world. I believe the first child in my womb will be the one to lead them. So certain am I in my convictions that I will livestream my birth to the entire world!” Doe declared.
The church was too small for such a grand gesture. A stadium that had been used exclusively for sports in recent memory was turned into an ornate dome, decorated with stained glass windows that could be seen from the sky and a massive statue of Mary, painted in a way that looked like it was dripping with semen. The image of Doe’s pussy was being broadcast on a screen behind her, blowing up the image of her uncensored crotch to a scale beyond high definition. The numbers on the stream kept climbing, as people tuned in for lurid and curious reasons alike. It would be one of the largest births in history, with the very circumstances surrounding it being a miracle.
She was surrounded on all sides by her fellow nuns, who had drunk of her fertility-granting gift and joined the church. Ellen and Claudia were by her side at the table. There were enough of them that a large choir was off to the side of the stage, performing songs that had been written just for the occasion. A mix of the songs of old done in the EDM style of the new, harmonized voices over a chaotic backing melody. Every moan, every bead of sweat dripping from her pores, was captured on the big screen.
Her water broke, creating a puddle in front of her on the stage. The light of the moon hanging overhead was reflected in the puddle, shining back onto Doe. She clutched her belly, breathing while her father watched from backstage. The head of her first child, the one that was his, began to crown from her pussy. Sister Doe knew at that moment that she was going to have to get pregnant again after this. This wouldn’t be enough. If she was going to change the course of the future, she would need more sperm from more men, and especially from her father. Those children would be the strongest of all.