Confirm

Lois didn't even realize she was whispering the word, until she heard it in her own voice. In neon pink letters, the word CONFIRM flashed across the screen, pink on pink with pink echoes that flashed across the reporter's eyes when she closed them...

"Confirming pregnancy," the computer voice recited.

The reporter trembled, unsure of what that meant, her crotch a sticky mess between the insemination and her own desire, juices dripping into the chair.

A test? Surely it's too early for that. Even if I was ovulating, even if I was inseminated and the egg was fertilized, it takes hours to implant... she thought.

There was the whirr of machines, the buzz of tiny motors. The pink spirals on the screen swirled faster and slower, pulsing in time to some rhythm that Lois couldn't name but could sense, her own breathing falling into the same pattern. Dimly, dimly, as though far away she was aware of cold metal pressed against the smooth, flat skin of her stomach, right below the belly button.

Lois felt some of the tenseness run out of her as she stared at the pulsing, shifting pink swirls. The metal against her stomach began to vibrate softly. After a moment, Lois realized that there was a pattern to it...the same pattern as the swirling pulses on the screen. Faster and then slower, fast and slow, fast and slow, pitch shifting, her stomach almost numb...

Should I feel anything? The reporter wondered as the vibrations sank into her soft flesh, rattling her hips. Would I feel anything? Whatever it's doing...magnetic fields or something...would it be moving things together? How would I know? How would it know?

The reporter's teeth chattered a little and she wanted to squirm, her pussy suddenly incredibly sensitive, **** to be touched. It was only when she went to "scratch the itch" that she found she couldn't move her arms...and a surge of panic went through the reporter, but the screen began to blink, pulsing gently from the swirling patterns to a pure, endless pink void that Lois couldn't unsee, an endless gossamer field that seemed to wrap itself around her until there was nothing else and the reporter was just floating in an endless pink void...

Drifting in the pinkness, Lois tried to imagine what was happening down below, deep inside of her. The little mundane miracle that always felt so...miraculous. How many times had she been warned about getting pregnant as a teenager? If only her father could see her now, artificially inseminated by a black man's sperm, waiting for the machine to say—

"Pregnancy confirmed." The computer voice chimed...and then there was a brief, audible squawk. The pink void shuddered. Somewhere, distantly, Lois was aware of a change in the vibrations moving through her body. Warning signals went off in the mind of the reporter as she floated in the cotton-candy pink void, dimly aware that something wasn't right.

"Error," the voice chimed. "Error..."