I Consent

Lois heard her voice, clear and calm, without the echo of the almost-Loist voice of the computer. And it was only as she heard that voice respond "Consent acknowledged." that the reporter reflected on her own choice of words.

They asked if I agreed, but I told them I consent. Lois told herself. Consent is...important. Informed. It means I know what they're going to do to me. It means I want it. Not just to sit idly by, ignorant of what's happening.

The chair leaned back, screen shifting to stay right in front of the reporter's face. She could see her own stomach, still flat, as some unseen camera hovered above her midsection.

"The ultra-uterine implants are installed via laparoscopic surgery." The computer spoke in Lois' own voice. "Small incisions will be made in the abdomen here, and here." Tiny pink lines appeared on her stomach, below and flanking her belly button. Something cool and wet washed over the area, and Lois saw a clear liquid spray on the affected areas on the screen.

"That was a sterilizing a topic anesthetic. We are now going to administer a local anesthetic for the deeper tissues."

Twin needles came down, and for the first time Lois felt an edge to her strange calm...but they slid in, painlessly. Her skin was already numb. She could feel the needles push deep, uncomfortably so...and then withdrew.

"The anesthesia will take a few minutes to take effect. Please enjoy the video while you wait."

Lois stared up at the screen...a light, swirling pink haze overlay the live video of her abdomen. The reporter watched the swirls and let her mind and imagination drift...

Somewhere deep within, a fertilized egg was floating. Not even a fetus yet, not a baby. Just a terrifying ball of potential, busily trying to double and double itself, to attach to her uterus, to be born...and she knew what people would say when they saw the brown baby against Lois' own pale skin. What they would think. What her father and sister and friends would think.

Knocked up. Black bred. Lois mused, not smiling. Interracial marriage isn't that big a deal, nowadays. Or women having kids out of wedlock. One mixed-race baby wouldn't be a big deal. But...if I gave them some brothers or sisters...then that's not just a one-off is it? That's a preference. A fetish. A slut for black cock...no going back.

Lois shivered, a tingle of fear of excitement moving through her frame, and she wasn't exactly sure which. There were butterflies in her stomach...among other things. Her heart was beating faster.

There was a smell like bacon. Lois stared on screen, past the pink haze, and saw the bright flare of lasers carefully opening up small incision on her belly. She couldn't even feel it. Then little tubes were inserted into the holes. New camera shots opened up in subscreens.

"Laparoscopic cameras show the progress of the surgery as your ultra-uterine implants are installed...you can see here where the manipulators crimp the fallopian tubes...and cut...and begin to suture in the implants. Ovarian monitors will supersede normal operations...as a side effect, you will never have a period again, unless you desire it. While the eggs in your ovaries will continue to age, this option helps to maintain your fertility at optimum levels throughout your life."

There was a fascination to actually being able to see her inner workings, even if she couldn't really feel what was going on.

"What about...the egg that was already fertilized?" Lois said aloud.

"Already in storage in your right ultra-uterine implant." The not-Lois voice soothed as the tubes withdrew. Other arms descended, did something at the site of the wounds, then retracted. A small sponge on an arm wiped away a dollop of blood from the area, and Lois saw that all that was left were two small pink dimples to show where the surgery had taken place...although it looked like there might be some dark blue bruising beneath the skin, later on.

And...yes, there was a little green light, visible through the skin. An LED, letting her know it was there. One fertilized embryo.

"How...how soon can I...test them out?" The reporter licked her lips, trying to avoid getting lost in the pink swirls again as she addressed the screen.

"Implants installed and online. Full healing will take a week to ten days, but this does not impact functionality, though there may be some soreness. Running diagnostic...fully functional. Welcome to the SUPERBREEDER program." The voice shifted, sounding less like Lois' own—deeper, more masculine, almost familiar. "Sexual intercourse may resume immediately. Would you like to breed again?"

"Yes," Lois said, resting a hand on her stomach, one finger hovering near that green light. "I think I would like that very much."