This Is Your Sperm Donor

A pink flash caught Lois' attention, blinding her for a moment, neon afterimages strobing through her vision.

The screen had shifted again, something like an old game show...something from the 70s. Strange beige carpets, orange furniture. Vague suggestions of a live studio audience, a smiling suit with perfect teeth and well-coifed hair. Front and center was...Lois Lane.

The reporter blinked, looking at herself on the screen. She was sitting on a chair, perfectly naked. Her pussy was just visible, dribbling a bit of white goo into the upholstery. Hesitantly, Lois sat upright, and watched her doppelganger follow suit, with only the slightest of delays, a tell-tale aura around her movement...just a special effects program, the kind she had seen during classes on broadcast reporting at university. Like the weather people that stood in front of a map that wasn't there.

Behind the Lois-on-the-screen was another screen, like a giant 70s television. A swirling pink vortex filled the screen, pulsing an moving in high definition, stark and ultra-real against the grainy, muted 70s colors that surrounded it. Even Lois-on-the-screen looked less real next to it.

The suit was talking. The speaker buzzed, but Lois couldn't make out the words, just a kind of rhythmic, almost subaudible chant, pitched low and quiet. The occasional word filtered through, if she concentrated on it..."mother" was the most recognizable, the one that floated to the top...but the reporter quickly lost track of it, focused on the images. The host was gesticulating toward the screen, the pink whirlpool fading out to focus on Lois' freshly creamed pussy.

The footage began to run in reverse. Lois watched the clear, empty syringe penetrate her cunt. She could see the slight bulge of it distending her abdomen above her clit, just the tiniest bit. Her breath caught in sudden remembrance as the lips gripped the shaft, the hips beginning to spasm...and then it emerged, full of white goo.

A pink flash. Words were on the screen, gone almost before Lois could read them.

SURROGATE.

Someone in a labcoat and gloves was emptying the syringe...no, not emptying it. This was playing in reverse, she was filling it from a series of smaller vials. The reporter noted that all the vials were marked with the same label...one subject. Not a random assortment. Everything in the syringe had come from one person. Lois placed a hand on her abdomen, watching Lois-on-the-screen do the same thing.

A pink flash. More words. Lois could make it out this time, a simple, direct message.

KEEP IT.

She licked her lips. The reporter hadn't given thought to that yet. But obviously someone had.

Footage through a microscope, semi-intangible sperm swimming around in profusion. Lois didn't know what was normal for sperm counts, but these were buzzing around like crazy, so many she could hardly make out any background. High mobility, that's what they called it. The view cut to show the lab tech staring through a microscope, the vials of jizz at hand. She took a teardropper and sucked a drop of splooge off the glass plate.

Another pink flash. It was easier to see the words now that she was ready for it.

GOOD MOTHER.

Lois smiled, nervous at the thought, belly fluttering.

Cocks were on screen...ejaculating in reverse. Cups full of creamy jizz leapt backwards into hard, swollen babymakers; testicles unsqueezed; hands stroked shafts as if sucking the sperm back into their balls. The footage was still in reverse. They wanted Lois to watch, to know the narrative. The whole real was closing in on something...

One by one the cocks disappeared, revealing the swirling pink background on the screen-within-a-screen... This Is Your Life, Lois thought. That's what this is. A parody of the old show where they reveal your past to you...things you don't even know...

Only two cocks were left. Swollen, rigid members, big baby-making balls underneath. Lois' breath caught in her throat. It was one of these. One of them had supplied the seed.

Then there was one.

The screen flashed pink.

WHO'S THE DADDY?

The question flashed through Lois' mind, and it was truly all she wanted to know.