Conceive More

Lois bit her lip as her words hung in the air. Her lover, Angelica Blaze, sucked in her own breath, and the air was still and heavy for a pregnant moment.

The reporter had never really dreamed of a big family. Not seriously. Oh, there was something magical about the idea of being fertile, the terrible potential in her womb that would allow her to conceive and bear children, and the thought of being impregnated was a...pleasant fantasy. One that she might indulge in on lonely nights with a bottle of wine and a favorite dildo, imagining it was some lover filling her up again and again and again...

The dark side of that fantasy came out some nights. Fertility turned against her. Sometimes, in her dreams, she was ****; other times her lover had just left her, with a little someone to remember her by. Except it was more than that. Lois would wake panting, clutching her stomach, imagining herself...huge. Multiples. Triplets, quadruplets. Pinned to the bed by the weight, unable to move, the things moving inside of her...belly grossly distorted, stretched taut, unbalancing the rest of her thin frame. Those were the nights when she would be wet, and have to finger herself until she could go to sleep again, if she could...

"More..." Blaze's breath was hot on the back of Lois' neck. "Yes."

Dark sparks fell from those long, slender fingertips...and Lois could see, could feel the meaty lumps of her ovaries quiver.

"Twins?" Lois' kept her voice even as her hand began stroking her lover's erection. "Triplets?"

"Watch." The black sparks fell into the hole into Lois' womb. "Watch..."

Lois did. It was like before. The sperm's-eye view except...split. Like watching through a kaleidoscope or prism. Split along different lines, like the eyes of an insect...and yet there was that same urgency, the same sense of motion.

The same targets.

Six white spheres arose before her, and Lois could only see a part of each one, the limited fraction of perception shared between her hosts...yet the black sperm shot forward, unerringly, guided in their courses. The pack had thinned now, many of them left rudderless, twitching, slowly dissolving, unable to cope with the hostile atmosphere of the womb, not for long. All those spent possibilities, millions on millions of them, but there were those ripe potentialities ahead, waiting to be defiled...and Lois plunged on, all six of her, nuzzling her tips into their outer shells, waiting to pierce through, for that final release...

The reporter blinked, returning to herself. Angelica muttered something, and the window on her lower belly slowly closed, leaving nothing but pale skin...and the very finest of scratches like a multi-pointed scar.

"Well, momma," the shemale patted Lois' stomach, which was oddly tender. "What do you want to do now?"