Not Yet...

Lois calculated when her last period had ended. It had only been about a week and a half. That put her inside her fertility window, but not ovulating. Not yet. It was still dangerous, of course. Sperm could survive for days. But the odds were against it, the longer they went the more would die, and the less chance there was that one special tadpole would find her egg...

The central image on the screen was pure, milky white now. The pink edges were swirling faster, alternately deepening and lightening in color, shifting from an almost crimson to a milky pale pink that merged with the central screen. Lois could still feel the device, deep inside of her, impaling her, and licked her lips as she felt the slow, wet slide of goo dripping out of her bare cunt. Backwash, she knew, but part of her regretted it. She should have been in stirrups, on her back, ass raised, to let it soak in. All those wrigglers, without even a chance of accomplishing their purpose. But then she felt another vibration.

It rose up from the floor, through her feet. Hidden machinery, like last time. The color shifts at the edge of the screen were speeding up, almost flickering now, a rapid oscillation that she somehow found very soothing. Tension she didn't know was there drained out of her shoulders and back as she relaxed and stared forward at the cum-filled pool at the center of the screen.

Something cold, hard, and wet pressed gently against her lower abdomen, just beneath her belly button. The vibration stopped, and the screen blinked, once, as the milky pool at the center dissolved into a dark void. Pitch blackness...no. Hints of blue lines appeared, flickering and uncertain. A sketchy echo of shapes began to define itself, on the screen, and Lois watched in fascination as the lines deepened and brightened, all while the swirling pink pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, and the thing insider her pumped and pumped and pumped...

It wasn't an ultrasound. Lois had seen those, the strange two-dimensional images of sound waves going through your body. This was more like magnetic resonance imaging. There was a dark void flanked by two smaller ovoid lumps. The other tissues were present as lawyers, wrapped up and between them. It was weird, impossibly intimate look at the inner slice of a woman.

Zap.

The electric pulse shook Lois, so sudden and fleeting that she almost wondered if she had imagined it...but no, she had felt the sudden stiffening of her spine. And on the monitor, she swore that at the exact same time, one of those bright ovoid dots had lit up...

Zap.

This time Lois couldn't mistake it; the zap had caught her mid-breath, and her heart almost skipped a beat in the eyeblink of time she had felt something pass through her. Her eyes were drawn to the other ovoid flanking that terrible, empty chasm of a womb... and was it her imagination or was a tiny dot making its way from there?

Lois blinked, feeling her heart beat faster. The screen zoomed in. Resolution shifted, but didn't increase, going strangely pixelated around the edges but there...traveling down the line, a little white blob, four pixels thick...and then the "camera" angle shifted to the left, the thing on her belly humming, and Lois saw another one, just a tiny grey-white blob, moving slowly...

A pressure was building inside Lois, and still staring at the screen she reached down to rub her clit. She could press against the hard inseminator still lodged in her snatch, which still hummed as it pumped load after load into her. Excessive. Unnecessary. She wondered where they got it all. Sperm banks, probably. Broke college students, ex-cons looking for any easy money, husbands afraid of getting too old to knock up the trophy wife. Or maybe one really zealous donator...someone that knew what they wanted...to knock a woman up. She had read in the newspaper archives abut one doctor that had done that—used his own sperm in dozens of in vitro fertilization procedures. Knocked up so many women...

The camera angle shifted, widened out. Lois could see both little dots, on the screen, in the tubes. It could take the sperm hours to get there, she knew, and rubbed her clit faster, as if that could urge them on.