I can't bring myself to Kelsey, no matter how needy I am

Fuck, even now you can’t do that to Kelsey. You let go of the chair and try to loosen up a bit, leaning on the table next to her as your blood rushes in your ears and your vision narrows in on her soft breasts, her smooth tummy with its cute little navel. You think it’ll look nice flattened out on the hard surface of her pregnant belly.

“Sorry. I… want you, now,” you manage, breathing deeply. The lab’s air feels cool in your mouth.

“Are you on something?” Kelsey looks at you suspiciously. She’s probably heard rumors about you. With those narrow, skinny hips, her pregnant bump would be even more pronounced on her frame.

“No, I’m not. I just…” fuck, doing your usual bullshitting is tough right now. Kelsey’s looking more and more like mommy material every minute. You want to cream that shaved pussy and give her your baby. Come on, focus, what do smart girls want to hear?

“Truth is, I can’t stop thinking about the time I got you pregnant. You looked so beautiful with my baby in you that I have to see it again,” you say, leaning over to touch her face. Kelsey’s face flushes as you lean in to kiss her. You hear her sniffing. Sniffing you? Do you have some kind of pheremonal effect on her with your RAD’s inhibitor off?

You remember to pull away from the kiss first with great effort, even as your instincts tell you to pounce on Kelsey and take her on the floor like you did to Bela. You settle for staring into her eyes, watching her pupils widen. You’d rather see her womb widen.

“I had no idea you felt this way, Joseph,” Kelsey says, “Pregnant? I… um, I’m not really planning to get pregnant again for two days. You know it makes it hard to focus on our research,” Kelsey says, her hands on her knees, fiddling with her pen. “I mean, god, look at me, I had a baby the other day and now I can barely remember what I’m doing here.” you feel like your cock’s going to explode waiting for her to finish fidgeting. She glances up at your cock and sees your precum drooling down your shaft.

“Do you want this too?” you ask. Kelsey licks her lips.

“Yes. But I have to get this done by noon,” Kelsey adds with some effort. You can’t take it anymore. You grab her wrists and lift her up from her chair. She stands up with you, but she has an annoyed look on her face.

“You aren’t listening to me at all, are you, Joseph?” Kelsey says. You embrace her, tracing over her back with your hands. You kiss Kelsey’s neck. She’s only a couple inches shorter than you. Kelsey doesn’t stop you, and weakly drapes her arms over your shoulders. “Did you say that just because you want to fuck me?” she asks softly.

Her soft breasts squish against your chest, and your cock presses against her smooth belly, right above her womb. You inhale Kelsey’s sweet scent, and you know she can smell you, too.

“Not want. Need,” you say, sliding your hands down to her ass. You could be fucking Kelsey in seconds when she’s in this position, but you stubbornly restrain yourself. She has to let you do it or it’s no good for you. “Look at us, Kelsey. So ready to breed. Nothing more important than that. You deserve something nice. Didn’t it feel nice to have my baby?” You take Kelsey’s hand and press it against her flat stomach with your own.

“Yes,” Kelsey says, her eyes inches from yours, “maybe the best. But let’s just pretend for now, Joseph. I’ll have your baby whenever you want after.” Okay, that’s a start. You can pretend to pretend, then knock her up for real. But she has to activate her ovulation controls for you to get her pregnant. You could do it yourself, but she’d see. How are you going to make it happen?

You kiss Kelsey again, and you activate your diagnostic band without meaning to when your fingers brush against her belly. You take a look at the readout fading into view on the back of your hand.

Kelsey Vaughn
Ovulation: Ready
Sensitivity: 20.10
Births: 84

That’s it! You can just use the new function of your D-band to make her ovulate. Kelsey will get pregnant with twins, no less! You trigger your new toy while sliding your hand over Kelsey’s belly to squeeze her tit. The text on your hand says:

Kelsey Vaughn
Ovulation: no data
Sensitivity: 22.39
Births: 84

That must have worked. You shake your hand to hide the reading. Kelsey strokes your cock as you feel her tits. It’s a practiced motion for her. The guys in the lab would always ask her to jack them off when she was getting fucked. It was the most casual sex, just to take a load off and get back to work. Nothing like what you’re doing now. Are you messing with the research team’s fucktoy’s feelings?

You need to breed too much to consider the implications.