Face Her Fear

There had been a time, when Lois was just a girl. A girl scared of the dark. Her father hadn't been a general then, only a colonel, but already he would not let his daughter go through life scared of such a simple thing. So he set up a test. In the middle of the night, all the lights out, all the curtains drawn, Lois would have to walk through a series of darkened rooms in the house. The first time, she stumbled. Barked her shins. Stood shivering with fear, and cried. But her father made Lois do it, every night, until she could walk through a darkened room without shaking.

"You have to face your fear," the old man had smelled of whiskey and Old Spice. "You have to own it and overcome it."

Now Lois looked at the bottle of cum in her hands, and he shivered, like he had done when he was afraid of the dark. There was more to it than that. Adult fears, of reputation, of disease. But what made her skin scrawl was the thought of her belly swollen and heavy like her mother's, breasts sagging, labia loose and gaping, the slow spread of cellulite, the scars and stretch marks... The reporter licked dry lips and felt a flush as of fever in her body. Her nipples were hard in the cool air. Her cunt leaked.

It had to be the fear toxin that the Scarecrow had dosed her with, that brought all this to the surface. Yet Lois knew that this was something that had already been inside of her. A fear and lust that had been growing in her since highschool, been driving her since college. The ultimate taboo, that she got off on approaching but never crossing. The ultimate fear, the point of no return that kept her from being serious with...anyone. To run away from every relationship, to bury herself in her work, to turn to porn instead of human companionship...

It was time to stop running.

Lois piled some pillows on the floor, then laid down. Her shoulders lay flat against the carpet, while the pillows were under her lower back, raising her hips up. She could feel her heart pound as she maneuvered the open bottle to the mouth of her vagina. Felt the cold glass against the wet mouth of her tunnel. The reporter bit her lip, heart pounding, trying not to let the whole bottle slip in again...

The cum was warm. That surprised Lois, as it entered her. Maybe it had been kept warm by her body heat. Normally she couldn't feel an ejaculation inside of her, but this wasn't just a little spurt. A normal, healthy young man might spurt this much jizz in a month—and it slid into her like a slow douche, so that she could feel it sliding down into her most intimate places, to pool at the mouth of her uterus.

Visions slipped in and out of focus as the bottle emptied. One moment she could see her stomach, swollen with life, protruding in front of her. The next, it was just her flat belly, gently curved, being filled with all the accumulated love and lust of some unknown stud. All those swimmers given their chance at long last, however many of them were alive.

Because this was dangerous, Lois knew. This was everything that she had been running from. Not being a bone-addict breeder slut—that was fantasy, fear and lust mingled into some pornographic scenario. It was just being inseminated. Of facing the consequences, the changes that would come with being pregnant.

When the bottle was empty, Lois lay there, hips still raised from the pillows under her ass. Maybe she wouldn't take. It was quite possible, given how old the jizz must be. Maybe she'd have to do this again, and again, before he had truly thrown it off. But she smiled as the hair went down on her arms and the back of her neck, and the fearful pounding of the heart gave way to an odd sense of contentment. Lois closed her eyes and breathed deep, the odd wetness in her pussy almost enjoyable.

I'll stay here for a few more minutes. The image burned through her mind of sperm ganging about an egg. But I'm glad I finally faced this.

As she lay there, jizz pooling about the entrance of her womb, Lois' eye lit upon something...