5 comments/ 53116 views/ 66 favorites Progenitor By: haramiru Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic science fiction. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. PROGENITOR By Haramiru Once, I was a man. I lived, loved, laughed - and died. Along the way, I performed all the requisite functions and suffered all the little trials and triumphs of life. When I died, I expected to see angels or demons - to be honest, after my life, I could've belonged with either. You may imagine my surprise when I awakened surrounded by slender beings with gray skin and large heads. A voice in my head assured me that they were neither angels nor demons - I was simply not going on to the afterlife just yet. I protested, as I knew that the cancerous mass in my chest was well beyond treatment, and I'd spent the last three months in increasing agony as the pain spiralled up beyond the ability of medication to be able to keep it under control. It was then that the beings pointed out to me that I hadn't felt anything at all for a bit. That worried me a bit, and then I looked down to discover that my body barely resembled the wasted, shrivelled husk I'd previously worn. I was nude, although being seen by the little gray guys didn't bother me, much as your dog probably doesn't bother you. My body was young and muscular, apparently in its late 20s or early 30s. I noticed a translucent 3D projection of some sort standing in front of me, which appeared to be of me. I touched my head, and discovered I was entirely bald. One of the beings stepped forward, and words formed in my mind. "Your new body is a gift, but you must use it to adjust your species. Your species has certain genetically coded responses which will assist in this purpose." I raised my eyebrow. "I'm going to adjust what with this body?" "You are the Progenitor of version 20", the gray being stated simply. And then it gestured at the projection of my body, and to my embarrassment its penis became erect. Then the gray touched a tablet in its hand, and a wave of images cascaded through my head. Most of them were intensely erotic, but there was an undercurrent of data behind it all that felt like it was just barely beyond the limits of my comprehension. What I learned was that I wasn't even close to being the first human this had happened to. It turns out that what we think of as humanity is actually a genetically engineered, devolved version of the gray beings standing before me. The aliens were too fragile to survive on a freshly terraformed planet, but we're a tougher, hardier, shorter-lived version of them. They deposit us first on a planet as primitives, designed to breed and proliferate. Once we reach the necessary population density for the next stage of our evolution, the aliens come back to take us to the next stage. They capture one of our souls as we die, drop it into a more-evolved body coded with special pheromones, and send it back to earth to spread the upgraded DNA. If you're reading this you are probably Human version 19, while my children and I are version 20. My children will live longer, be smarter, and be healthier than yours - unless of course you managed to sleep with me along the way. There are only 32 steps in this process - version 32 is identical to the alien species standing before me - ready to join our stellar parents in society, etc. There was a brilliant flash of light - and before my eyes recovered, I heard seagulls calling. As my eyes adjusted from the light, I could tell that I was standing on a sandy beach, probably somewhere in California. I was also still naked, and drawing some amused attention from a small group of college kids. "Hey Rocky, you gonna stand there at half mast all day?" a female voice called out. I looked down and noticed that my massive erection was still going in its full raging glory. I felt blood rush to my, and I covered myself with my hands as I looked around for cover. I looked back to the voice - it belonged to a busty young blonde in a bikini with visible tanlines standing about 10 feet away on the sand. She was probably around 23. I couldn't remember ever seeing this clearly before, although surely I must have in my youth. It was as if I could see every drop of moisture sliding around her curves, and I could see her pert nipples straining against the fabric of her thin top. "I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here," I stammered. The blonde smiled saucily and stepped towards me, a towel in her outstretched hand. "I think you might want to cut back on the booze then, buddy. Spring break's no fun if you can't remember what you got into!" I took the towel and thanked her, wrapping it around my waist. The embarrassing bulge still persisted, but at least it was covered. "Think you can remember my name if I tell it to you?" she asked, smiling impishly. Now that I could see her up close, I knew she'd be impossible to forget. I could smell the faint kiss of the ocean on her, mingled with suntan lotion and the dusky remnants of some perfume from last night. "Just try me." "Kimberly Donovan," she purred, tracing her finger down the center of my chest. I started to wonder if I was dreaming or something - although my new body did look great, I've never seen women come on to me like this. I noticed some of her friends giving each other odd looks. Kim let out a little hum, leaning in to smell my neck. Where her skin touched mine, it felt like an electric field. My penis was made of molten steel at this point, quivering with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around my torso and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me passionately. Still a bit surprised, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and kissed her back. I could feel her body molding itself to me, and then something else entered my awareness... her friends. I opened my eyes and looked up as one of her guy friends approached. I pulled back and Kimberly pouted for a split second, as if a spell was broken. Her friend inquired if she was all right, his eyes narrowing a bit as he scrutinized her reaction. "Yeah, I'm fine - I actually just realized I met this guy here last year and we really hit it off," Kimberly lied. Her friend raised his eyebrow. "Well, he's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to," he offered. Kimberly gave a mischevious half-smile. "Thanks John, but I'm just gonna help him sober up and get some clothes on. I'll call you before dinner, though, ok?" John looked back at me, clearly concerned for Kimberly. "Want one of us to come along?" Kimberly shook her head. "Nah, you guys enjoy the beach. I'll keep my phone on me - I've got Latitudes turned on, so it isn't like you won't know where I am." John nodded in resignation. As he started to walk away, he turned to me and said, "Make sure she calls, ok? She's like family to me, and if anything happens - let's just say my father's a lieutenant in the sheriff's department, ok?" "I'll make sure she does." Kim turned to me. "John gets a little protective sometimes. He's sweet, though." She pulled in a little closer to me. "Now, where were we...?", she asked, her hand tracing my chest again. "I think you were going to take me to a hotel, Kim - but I don't have one. I don't even know how I got here." Kim raised an eyebrow. "My room's over this way. C'mon and follow me." She held my hand and led me towards the sidewalk. I found the sensation of the hot beach sand painful but pleasant - it was a relief to feel anything below my knees after years of diminished sensation due to lower circulation. I welcomed every scorching grain of sand, savoring the way it shifted between my toes. When we stepped onto the cement, I treasured every bit of texture I could feel in the sidewalk - from the smooth cement to the seams in between the slabs. And then there was the view. I'd forgotten what it was like to be on a busy beach in the summer - woman after woman paraded by, heaving bosoms on display for the world. I couldn't help but notice - and I was being noticed in return, by almost every woman under 50 who passed by. Kim gestured at a beachfront rental; one of the many two or three bedroom houses rented out to college students for spring break. She reached into her bikini and pulled out an artfully concealed key. As her hand snaked back out with its prize, I caught the briefest flash of a tantalizing nipple. She undid the lock and said, "Now, I hope you don't think I'm easy, or that I do this often..." I stepped inside with her and drank in the view. It was a well-furnished and functional abode, clearly set up for temporary living. "Do what often?" I asked. "THIS!" she nearly growled. She practically tore the towel off of me, nearly taking me off my feet. I turned around to see she had an animalistic, feral look in her eye. My hard-on came back with a vengeance, springing back into furious life. I barely had time to face her before she jumped on me, wrapping her legs around me like a spider monkey and kissing me as if she were drowning and I were her only source of air. I returned the passion, wrapping my own arms around her as I felt her shifting. Her bikini bottoms were rubbing against the tip of my penis, simultaneously smooth and rough. They were still damp from the ocean, but from the burning heat I could feel through them I knew they'd be wetter in a matter of moments. I moved my right hand to her lower back and squeezed, thrusting at her as she ground against me. I could feel my tip pressing against the fabric, again and again, and a growing wetness where my penis had found her vagina and pressed the fabric against it. Kimberly sighed and ground her breasts against me, yearning for more skin contact. "Where's your room?" I asked. She pointed towards a door at the top of the stairs, and I carried her upstairs. She was still wrapped around me, still grinding her hips furiously and trying to get my penis to drill right through her bottoms. She reached down and began to fumble around with one of her hands, trying to push the bottoms aside to take me inside her, but I made it to the bedroom first and leaned over the bed. Kim let go for a split second, falling onto the bed. The first thing she did was tear frantically at her top - she fumbled at the front clasp as if it were on fire, then let out a little scream of frustration and just yanked hard, breaking the clasp and tearing it free of her chest. Her magnificent, natural 36" bust was free at this point, nipples pointed at the ceiling. I could actually see a trail of wetness marking her bottoms for the split second they were on her before she yanked them off and threw them enthusiastically against the wall. "FUCK ME!", she commanded. No part of me could resist, or even begin to think of a reason not to obey her. I pounced on her, skewering her immediately with my 7" pole. She let out a shriek of pleasure as I penetrated her and ground back against me, taking me as far inside of her as she could. I drew back and thrust again, clutching her firmly as I felt her arms and legs coiling around me like steel cables - she was python and tiger combined, scratching at my back as she wrapped herself around me, desperate to keep me in her grip. I gasped for air as the heat built and we started to sweat, moisture sealing us to each other like a single being struggling to achieve something. She ground herself into me determinedly and kissed me hard, with her tongue - I looked into her eyes and could see nothing but pure, unbridled desire. Seeing that in her eyes kindled a fire in me that quickly moved down below my waistline, and I could feel my orgasm building. I returned the kiss and felt power building up - from what I could remember of my last life's sexual exploits, the pre-orgasm I was having was better than the best orgasm I'd had in my life. Suddenly Kim blinked, startled. "Wait a - what the hell?" she shrieked. I was startled, looking into her panicked face with my penis still inside of her, my climax still building. Her hips were frozen in mid-thrust, and her brain was apparently still processing the fact she was busy fucking some man she'd just met. "Let me go! Get out of me!", she yelled, not noticing that her arms and legs were intertwined with mine and it would be outright difficult to get out of the position. I loosened up just a little, letting her disentangle - but my penis was still inside her, and I could still feel it tightening. The orgasm was about to be the best one I'd ever had. In an impressive feat of strength for her size, Kim pressed at my shoulders, lifting my torso up off of her and looking down, to where she could see my penis protruding from within her hot, slick pussy. "Pull OUT!", she commanded. I couldn't do it. My hands clenched around her firm buttocks, trapping her as I gave one final downward thrust, fully embedding my penis in her as she shrieked. Her own body betrayed her as I thrust, triggering her own orgasm, and her vagina clenched hard around my penis. The answering explosion felt like I'd just fired a shotgun. I could HEAR it spurting into her, and it felt like I'd released enough in the first shot to completely fill a condom. "FUCK!" she shrieked, as her own orgasm took her, against her own protests, as another shot of semen blasted into her contracting vagina. The pleasure transported me to somewhere else entirely, as I unleashed wave after wave into Kim. I could feel it seeping up around my penis even as more flowed into her. As I let go of her hips and supported my torso at an angle above her, Kim let go of my shoulders and ran her hands down her body, pausing on her belly where she could probably still feel more of my hot cum flowing into her. "Oh shit", she said, "you did NOT just do that!" I pulled loose with a wet sucking noise, then tiredly flopped down in bed next to her. "I'm sorry, Kim - I just couldn't let go. You were so passionate until the very end..." Kim spread her legs a bit, laying stretched out on the bed with a river of my sperm flowing out of her vagina. "I was, wasn't I? If I think back, I remember it just fine - but it's almost like I was someone else, up until the very end." I raised an eyebrow. "I give you my word, I didn't give you any" - I began. "No, I know you didn't drug me. Hell, you were stark naked when I saw you on the beach, so you didn't have anything you could've used. In fact, you just appeared out of no where. One moment there was just air where you were, and the next moment I saw a man I was determined to fuck, even if I had to rape you to do it. I don't blame you -" she ran a finger down to her pussy, and wrinkled her nose at it as she saw it covered in my white goo. "much, at least." She closed her eyes for a second and ran her finger back down, and started sliding it in and out of herself. "Kim?", I asked. The only response was a moan - apparently normal-Kim was gone again, and the frantic fuckbunny Kim was back in charge. I watched as she rubbed at her clitoris with one hand and scooped at the sperm that'd run out of her, opening her legs wide and angling her hips so that she could keep as much of it inside her as possible. It wasn't long before I was hearing moans of pleasure from her, with a rapture on her face only barely exceeded right before the end of our frantic lovemaking session. I propped myself up on my side to enjoy the show, as well as to wonder what kind of strange life I'd been reborn into. Kim had her hips thrust upwards, deep in the throes of her third orgasm when she suddenly stopped mid-moan, freezing in place with her fingers deep within herself. Her eyes went wide open, an expression of horror on her face. "What - the - FUCK?" she called out. It seemed an appropriate expression, expressing both the general situation and her shock at it. As she settled down to the bed again, normal-Kim in control, I observed, "That was an interesting episode." She shook her head in amazement, wiping her hand on the bedsheet. "I have no idea what's gotten into me today. This really isn't like anything I've ever done before." I shrugged. "If it's any consolation, neither have I." I was finding the afterglow to be somewhat of a relief - for the moment at least I didn't feel the overwhelming drive to mate with Kim, which had been tough to fight ever since I first saw her. Kim furrowed her brows and brought her hand up to her navel. She scooted up in the bed so that she was half-sitting up against the headboard. "I guess all that sex must've upset my stomach a little," she theorized. "Wouldn't surprise me," I replied. Suddenly she bent forward a little, feeling intently around her navel with a concerned look on her face. "Are you ok, Kim?" I asked. "Not exactly", she gasped out. She stretched, turning onto her side, and I could see that her once-flat belly now had a distinct bulge to it just below the navel. I looked in surprise as the bulge steadily increased in size. I thought back to my experience with the grays. "Oh, shit - I think I saw this movie a while back." Kim locked her eyes on me, terrified and - worst of all - begging, pleading for me to at least explain what I had just done to her. I looked at her eyes, at her expanding belly, and back. Some small stretch marks formed as her belly continued to distend - then it started to slow. The fear and anguish on Kimberly's face slowed as the rate of growth settled down. If I had to guess, I would've guessed she looked around six months pregnant. Her expression changed to accusation and disbelief. "What, exactly, is THIS?" she demanded, pointing at her now-swollen belly. I sighed. "Honestly, I'm not even sure. All I know is that it has to do with the next stage of human evolution." Kim struggled to sit up, finding it nearly impossible with the new center of balance she'd acquired over the course of the last few minutes. "Human evolution, huh? What part of human evolution is supposed to get me - ohhh!" Kim's mouth opened in pain and her hand flew underneath her bulging belly. She jerked as if she'd had an electric shock, breathing roughly for a few moments. "Contraction, I think," she said grimly. I grabbed a nearby towel and patted at her vulva, cleaning my sperm away from her so that I could get a look. I could hear her breathing sharply as the pain mounted again. It was only a few seconds before I heard an audible pop, and fluids began gushing out of her birth canal. "Looks like you were right, Kim" I said, still amazed at what I was seeing. Her only response was a sharp grunt of pain, as the next contraction hit and I saw something shift in her belly. Suddenly, Kim's expression changed - it went from agony to bliss, as if she were experiencing another orgasm already. "Oh!", she called out, "don't stop, don't let it stop!" I watched as a bulge began to make its way down from her belly towards her formerly slim bikini area, pushing down through her birth canal and dilating her vagina. I looked intently - what was coming out was fairly white, and it slid out of her with a slurping noise. I looked up at Kim, just in time to see the ecstacy fade from her face. "What is it?" she asked. I held up the ovoid shape, roughly the size of soda can. "It's an egg, apparently." "An egg? What the - ohh!" I saw her face start to screw up into a rictus of pain again as the contraction mounted, but then transition into another orgasmic mask of ecstacy as another egg slid into her birth canal. I took the time to feel her belly, checking to see if I could tell how many eggs she was carrying. It seemed that she had several, judging from the bulges inside of her. Progenitor Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic science fiction. No characters were consciously modelled after any actual people, or publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. Nonetheless, anything which may be construed as such are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. * I fully expected to wake up in a hospital, still dying of cancer. Instead, I reawakened into what, last night, I'd convinced myself was nothing more than a dying man's last dream. I opened my eyes, and immediately winced as a shaft of sunlight slashed across both my eyes. I was in a very nice hotel room, funded in cash by the forgetfulness of a now-pregnant timeshare saleswoman last night. I shifted myself around to sit on the edge of the bed, still unable to believe my freedom from the infirmities of age. Glancing in the mirror, I saw the same alien-built Progenitor body I'd seen for the first time in a hologram just yesterday. Outwardly, I appeared to be just another late-20s or early-30s guy with a bald head and a slight bit of stubble, but my genes carried the human race's next evolutionary leap forward. And it was my job, given by the human race's architects themselves, to spread those genes as widely as I could. This job doesn't come without its drawbacks, though. The human race, designed to facilitate "genetic upgrades" like me, has a number of mechanisms built into it to ensure my success. The advantages include women lusting after me and men standing aside as their women do so. However, the drawback is that no one can remember me, no matter what I've done. I'm designed so that when I'm gone, the only things I'll leave behind are countless children and these journal entries. I hope that some day, someone reads them. I suspect I'm the first Progenitor since literacy became widespread, and it will be interesting to see whether the persistence of digital media will cause my writings to be remembered forever, or if they'll simply blow away like footprints in the sand. My stomach growled to remind me that it was 10am and I hadn't eaten. I literally owned nothing but the clothes on my back, which were technically stolen from a group of college kids who won't remember me. The women in the group will have a reminder of me in nine months, but already any memory of me as a person will have faded from their minds. The guys would only have the awareness that a hideously mismatched set of yellow swimtrunks, a mismatched pair of sandals, and a brown polo shirt were missing. I may never have been a fashion plate, but this was just a bit too hideous for me to feel comfortable in. I resolved that my first order of business would be to get some normal clothes, then decide what exactly I was going to do with my day. I'm sure that if I asked my creators, they'd tell me to forget the clothes and go spread my genes naked. I intended to carry through with my mission, but a human's priorities are necessarily interested in obtaining security before trying to impregnate the entirety of the human race. I stood up from the bed and put on the hotel bathrobe, then glanced at the pile of cash on the bedside table. It amounted to a little over $600, which would be enough for a few days' subsistence - but I'd need more before I could secure a car and set up an identity for myself. In the meantime, the bathroom was insistently calling me to the first real shower I'd had in my new body. If I were to say that taking a shower with smooth, toned, unwrinkled skin for the first time in 40 years was inconsequential, I'd be lying. That, and washing a woman's juices off of my manhood was a ritual I'd nearly forgotten. I inhaled Kim's scent one last time before washing her musk off in the shower. I intended to honor her parting request and revisit her over the years, but she would by no means be the only woman to carry my genes. In fact, by my count I had sired five children yesterday already, and I was sure that I could do that several times a day without any significant expenditure of effort. After getting out of the shower, I decided to put on my clothes (such as they were) and check out. I'd been able to convince the night clerk to let me stay with a $200 cash deposit, which I'm not sure I could've done if the clerk hadn't been a young, fertile female. I distinctly recall having debated whether or not to ask her to my room, but I'd wanted some time to sort things out last night. I'm sure that if I spent another night in the hotel, it would be with her petite red-haired body curled up at my side and a small bulge in her belly. The clerk on morning duty was male and somewhat surprised to learn about the terms of my room, but he processed my checkout normally and I left without incident. Stepping out of the lobby and into the sunlight, I realized that my first major objective was to find something to wear other than the brown polo shirt and yellow swimtrunks. I noticed a bus pulling into the stop outside the hotel, with a destination placard that indicated a local mall as its destination. While I've always detested malls, they did represent a fairly easy one-stop shop for mid-range clothing. I resolved that I was going to pick up a cheap suit so that I could blend in with the business casual crowd. My objective was to reproduce with those who are fittest - mentally, physically, or ideally both. My best move would be to turn the local MENSA meeting into an orgy, then go impregnate all the womens' teams at the next Olympics. While I did intend to try that at some point, in the meantime I've determined to have a little bit of fun in corporate America, and thus I needed clothes that'd look reasonably at home in an office. I hopped onto the bus as its doors swung open, paid the driver, and took a seat. There were some very attractive young ladies on the bus, and I had to fight back the instincts telling me to go strike up a conversation with them. Unfortunately, I knew where that road would lead, and it may have lead out of my current clothes, but it wouldn't lead into a suit. Two of the girls made it really hard to resist, though - I could see them checking out my reflection, and not unfavorably. I smiled a little as one of them started to open her mouth as if to say something to me, and her friend pulled her back. If I could bottle and sell Progenitor pheromones, I'd be the richest man alive. The one who nearly talked to me was a pale-skinned brunette with green eyes, a yellow cross-hatched string bikini top, and relatively modest shorts. Her friend looked to be of Indian descent, with dark skin, a toned body, electric blue shorts and a generous bosom confined by a matching sports bra. Both looked like they were in their early 20s. Just when I was about to lose my self control and start talking to them, the bus pulled up next to the mall and I got out, along with most of the rest of the crowd and the two girls. It was all for the best; I really did need to get situated before resuming my mission to spread my genes to the world. Stepping into a mall for almost the first time in 20 years was a surprise. The last time I'd gone to one, there was really no such thing as a food court. Moreover, the crowds were a lot more than I was used to and there was no such think as a Montgomery Ward. Nevertheless, I was able to find my way to JC Penney's. Once there, I discovered that I had no idea what the measurements were for my new body. I asked the nearest available sales associate for assistance, and was greeted by a broad smile. Of course, this associate was female. Mid-20s, bottle-blonde hair with darker undertones, around 5'6" tall, with gray eyes. I was pretty sure the eyes were from contact lenses, but it didn't matter - she was gorgeous. "I'll be happy to get your measurements, sir," she said. While I had no doubt she was used to plenty of male attention, she was nervous speaking to me. I was fairly sure she was getting wet already. I inwardly sighed - there was no denying my hormones at this point, and I was definitely going to incite a riot at the mall today. I outwardly smiled and said, "Perfect. Would you care to measure me out here, or do we need to go to a fitting room?" She blushed and stammered out, "I'll be able to get the best measurements in a fitting room, sir." I knew there was no need for it, but appreciated the attempt at innuendo and smirked a little. "Lead the way, my dear." I followed her, catching a glimpse of a totally shit-eating grin as she turned away from me. She lead me onward, through the men's department and into the women's... and then through a door near the women's fitting room. The room inside was relatively spacious and triangle-shaped, made up of two walls and a partition crossing diagonally. It also had a row of cloth-covered benches along both of the walls, and a series of hooks fairly high up to hang clothing on. "This room is for fitting bridal dresses - it's the one room I know for sure there'll always be measuring tape in", she said. She coyly added, "It's also got benches to sit on in case you get tired." I shrugged and peeled off my shirt. She let out a little gasp, and looked away with a red face. Of course, her attempt at modesty failed miserably as she saw me attack the swim trunks in the mirror, pulling them down and off of me. Her eyes got wide, then she slowly turned her head, unable to take her attention away from what she saw. "I take it that you won't need the tape to get these measurements?" I inquired. She stood for a moment, frozen at the conflict between her hormones and what remained of her professionalism. I stepped up and kissed her on the lips, effectively demolishing the last of her objections. She stayed rigid for a moment, then melted into me as if her knees were made of water. I glanced down at her nametag, Claire, as she started rubbing her leg against me. "Perhaps you had better make sure no one else will walk in?" I asked her. Claire nodded and pressed the door shut firmly and slammed the lock home, then lowered a privacy screen at the top of the changing room. "We've had pervs trying to take pictures of the dress fitting a while back, you know. Most brides do end up topless at some point in the fitting process," she said. I smiled and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. "I can imagine you'd look spectacular wearing only the bottom half of a dress," I said. She smiled demurely and began to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. "Is a skirt close enough?", she asked. I watched as she shed her coat and blouse, then dropped her bra to the floor as well. She stood before me, arrayed in a full D cup glory with a slender waist and just a few freckles scattered across her upper shoulders and chest. Claire smiled broadly as she snaked her arms around my torso. "Enjoying the view?" she purred. I cupped my hands around her buttocks and lifted until our waists were touching. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I kissed her as she started to grind her hips against me. My earlier theories were correct - as her skirt rode up, I could feel her wet sex through the pantyhose she was wearing. I set her down for a moment, and she read my mind - in one fluid motion, the pantyhose and panties were in a wadded heap on the floor, and she jumped back at me like a spider monkey. It was frantic at first - her dry humping was making me sore, as she rubbed her skirt up and down trying to fish my penis under it and into her vagina. I held her with one arm and lifted her skirt with the other, and felt my reward as her smooth, superheated flesh touched my own. She slid up and down now with slow, determined movements. In a few seconds, I felt my penis pressed up against her wetness. As soon as she felt that we were lined up, she thrust hard and impaled herself on my shaft. I would be lying if I said I could last long. Claire was absolutely, mind-meltingly hot, and she wanted me badly. I knew what would happen shortly after I came, but frankly I didn't really care too much at this point. This is what I was here to do, and it's what every fiber of Claire's being wanted too. No protection, no pulling out, just wet thrusting and questing until I release my entire load of sperm inside her. That was my plan, at least. As things moved along, we shifted positions - first I was doing her against the wall, then we went to the floor with her on top. Just as I was about to release, someone started banging on the door. "Claire," called a plaintive British female voice, "you know I've got this room reserved from 2pm onwards!" Claire could do nothing more than moan, her words escaping her entirely. "Is she all right in there?" I heard someone ask. "I'm sure she is, I saw her walk in here a moment ago with a man to take measurements." I saw a bit of motion at the crack in the door, and winced as I realized they could see in if they got up at the crack. The privacy screen may force pervs to be more obvious and more likely to get caught, but it didn't strictly guarantee privacy. "CLAIRE?!?" the voice shouted in disbelief. Claire chose this moment to come to her senses and realize that she was straddling a man she'd just met at work, fucking his brains out. "Oh my GOD!" she shrieked as she looked down at her skirted regions, "what are we doing?!?" Just as I was about to climax. I heard a gasp from behind the door and a male voice piped up, "Son of a BITCH!" Three things happened at once, as if they were in slow motion. 1. Claire's already tight pussy spasmed, clamping down on my shaft and pushing me over the edge so that I shot my first load into her. 2. I saw a gray-haired but still massive man in his late 40s smash his way through the flimsy fitting room door. 3. I got a view of the bride-to-be, two of her bridesmaids, and Claire's British co-worker, all gasping in astonishment. The man - whom I assumed was the father of the bride - placed his hands on Claire's shoulders and pulled her away as I shot another load of semen, part of this one arcing through the air and still mostly landing inside Claire's still-eager pussy. She may have come to her senses, but her body still knew exactly what I was and was begging for my children. My penis, on the other hand, was pretty annoyed to be cold all of a sudden as I slipped and fell, my butt squarely hitting the ground on top of our discarded clothes. Now that I was uncovered, the man - who was built like a retired boxer - glared down at me with a look of sheer disgust and contempt. I didn't exactly blame him, considering the lowlife he mistook me for. For that matter, I'm not really so certain that I'm not one at this point. But my body was still doing what came naturally, and I was still oozing sperm from my retracting penis onto my pubic region. He raised his foot, and I was sure he was about to stomp on me - then slowly put his foot back down with a bewildered expression. I raised my head experimentally, and watched as he backed off to the corner of the room and stood there. I looked over at the shocked girls, and noticed they weren't looking so shocked anymore. In fact, they were starting to look very interested in what was going on. I sighed and pointed at the bride. "You're first," I said. The bride was around 5'10" - 30ish, brown-haired and statuesque, already wearing her wedding dress. This was apparently a fitting session for the bridesmaids. She hesitated for a second, then stood over me and squatted down, centering my manhood under her dress and reaching up underneath. I felt her fingers on my semen-covered manhood, which served as lubrication as she used my penis to push aside her panties and then guided me inside her. I watched her face as she bottomed out on me, driving me up inside of her as far as she could go. Claire, over in the corner, was watching in rapt fascination. I didn't know how long that would last, but I was going to make this count. I reached up and ran my hands under her dress, feeling her legs flex as she squeezed my cock. "What's your name, bride?", I asked. "Sarah", she panted out. "Yours?" "You can call me daddy", I answered. She started to let out a moan as she orgasmed, but I clamped my hand over her mouth. The bridesmaids were clustering around us, watching intently. "Don't worry, you'll all get your turn", I said. I reached up the back of the bride's dress and unzipped it, hinging the front down so that it slipped down her arms and her breasts spilled out. The few moments we'd been mating had produced a tremendous amount of body heat already, and her sculpture-perfect breasts shimmered with sweat. She shivered and I watched her nipples get erect as I regained my full hardness, pounding inside of her. One of the bridesmaids let out a moan and, apparently overcome by desire, pulled down her shorts and started to finger herself. She was a mid-20s Latina, medium weight with a slight 'muffin top' showing below her midriff shirt, but certainly attractive. I could see from the stretch marks on her midriff that she'd had at least one child before. She knelt by my side facing me, waiting for her turn as she eagerly strummed her clitoris. I freed up one of my hands, reached under Sarah's dress to touch my pubic region, and slicked two fingers with the sperm that'd dribbled out earlier. I extended my hand to her, and she greedily impaled herself on my fingers, bucking and thrusting as if I had had another penis for her. The other bridesmaid, seeing this, stripped off her own capri's and then her underwear, then laid down on her side and raised her leg to offer me easy access. She was another latina, this one fiery and thin, with a well-gymed physique. I took my left hand, ran it through the remnants of the sperm, and thrust it inside her as well. The three of us settled into a rhythm for a few seconds - Sarah bucking and thrusting her hips against me, one of her bridesmaids kneeling and embedding my right hand inside her, and the other one holding my hand and guiding it within her like a dildo. This went on for a few moments before Sarah came to her senses. Suddenly, with both of my hands occupied within her bridesmaids, the bride herself let out a shriek. I thought she was climaxing, when in fact it was actually her noticing Claire. Claire was up against the wall, reacting in horror as her belly began to swell rapidly. I looked up at Claire, already knowing what I'd see - and then looked back down to where Sarah crouched on top of my penis, frozen in time as she saw Claire's belly and realized this would happen to her if I came inside her. Sarah looked down in horror, her eyes locking with mine as I pulled my fingers out of her bridesmaids with a sucking noise. She started to jerk upright, her vagina slipping free of my penis - but I clamped my now-free hands to her hips and pulled, toppling her back down. I shifted my weight and rolled over, pinning her beneath me and cementing our seal. I felt my orgasm starting and I frantically thrust my cock at her vulva, trying to get it back in before I came. She felt the hot splash of my hot ejaculate splash against her vulva and jerked her hips, trying to try to get away - but in doing so inadvertently placed her slick vagina just on the tip of my penis - and pushed. "SHIT!" she screamed, as she inadvertently took me inside of her and I thrust back, bottoming out inside her as my orgasm reached its climax. Gravity ensured she got inseminated with both the rest of the sperm that had been meant for Claire and the rest I'd worked up with her. The bridesmaids saw what was happening to Claire too, but they were still deep in rut and were looking at us, just pouting that their turn hadn't come yet. At this point they hadn't reached the point right near release where they could see things normally, yet but were powerless to change their destiny. Technically though, they'd probably already had their destiny sealed when I fingered them with the sperm. I held Sarah tight as the last pulses of my sperm drained into her, feeling her magnificent breasts crushed up against me and glistening with the sweat of our endeavors. Progenitor Ch. 02 I rolled off of her, and the Latina MILF straddled me immediately. She was still wearing the midriff top, and she stripped it off of herself as I watched. I could see she was actually wearing a nursing bra, and almost felt bad for a moment. On the other hand, I was about to bless her genes by producing 4-5 Homo Sapiens v20 children with her, so I couldn't get too upset at it. The other Latina was still turned on, and was fingering herself furiously while we fucked. Sarah was lying on her back still where I'd left her, looking back and forth between Claire, who was now looking around six months pregnant, her bridesmaid who was doing me while the other one fingered herself furiously, and her father who was watching it all like a robot. Claire's British co-worker was watching Claire's swelling belly with a rapt expression on her face. I knew what was about to go on there, and I wasn't going to have any of it just yet. I absolutely, positively, wanted to be inside of every girl involved at this session, so I snapped my fingers. The Brit looked at me. "What's your name?", I panted as I pounded away at the MILF, getting harder and harder. "Robbie, sir", she said. She looked at me, then she looked at Claire, then she looked at me - clearly, her instincts were fighting with each other. I saw Claire wince and then put her hand to her belly, and knew my time was running out. If Claire started to deliver before I had my penis inside of Robbie, her instincts would side with taking one of Claire's eggs. "Get naked, Robbie", I ordered. To my surprise, it worked - she immediately began stripping to her skivvies and then setting those aside. She was a blazing, natural redhead, with a trimmed bush and alabaster skin. I looked up at her jutting alabaster breasts, perfectly framed by the halo of her red, perky hair, as she knelt down near my head. "I hope you don't think I do this often, sir", she said. I grunted as I approached my climax, and I heard a startled gasp from Claire, along with a splash as her water broke. Robbie was distracted for a moment, about to get up, when I reached over to my left and grabbed for the dazed Sarah's crotch. "Hey, now...!" Sarah called out, grabbing for my hand. Didn't matter - my fingers were now slick with what was dribbling out of Sarah. As Robbie started to stand to go to Claire, I landed my fingers inside of Robbie's vagina. She looked down for a moment, torn, looking down at my two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of her and then over at her friend Claire. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I could tell she was probably going to be the best lay of the group. And then, it was decided - Robbie nearly collapsed as she sank to her knees in ecstacy, impaled upon my fingers. Sarah chose that moment to call out, "Oh SHIT!" - I glanced out and saw her struggling free of the dress as a small bulge started to form within her own abdomen. She scooted backwards, wearing only a pair of white panties, as if she could get away from what was inside her. She backed up until she hit the bench, then shakily lifted herself up and sat down on it, across from Claire. In the meantime, the fitness-buff Latina bridesmaid took my right hand again, guiding it back to her pussy. The fact she wasn't intensely interested in what was happening to Claire at this point told me she'd already conceived - just hadn't started to show yet. I looked back at the MILF I was having sex with - her breasts heaved, her belly was criss-crossed with the stretch marks of at least one previous pregnancy, and every part of her instincts knew exactly what she was choosing as she rode me bareback. And yet she kept at it - thrusting, grinning this mischievious "I'm doing this no matter what" smile as she did so. I could feel her starting to tighten up inside, and it coaxed my next orgasm out of me. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine - she was at the stage where she knew exactly what was going on, and yet unlike the others so far she thrust harder, driving me deeper inside of her. I pulled my fingers out of the other two girls and pulled her down to me, kissing her on the lips and wrapping my arms around her as I climaxed inside of her. I could feel her orgasm as I came, squeezing my penis and milking every last drop of sperm she could from me. As soon as my penis had finished pulsing, she giggled and sat back up, pulling the fiery hard-bodied bridesmaid over towards me and saying, "Your turn, Maria!" "Hi, I'm Maria", said the hard-bodied girl as she straddled me. "You just fucked my sister Lupita, by the way", she continued. I started getting hard again already as Maria mounted me. First she laid her slick vulva on top of my penis and rubbed my shaft up and down along it. Then, as I hardened in response, she reached down and deftly slipped me inside of her. I heard a scream of pain from Claire as she felt a harder contraction meant to guide an egg to her birth canal, then looked over to see Sarah stare in horror at her own swelling belly. Sarah looked from her belly to Claire's, then back again. Lupita stood up and walked over to Sarah, my sperm dripping out of her snatch with each step. She took Sarah's chin in one hand and turned it away from Claire, keeping her from watching what was happening to Claire, and put another hand on Sarah's growing belly. They froze like this for a few moments, then Lupita kneeled in front of Claire's wide-spread legs as her labor progressed. I turned my attention back to Maria. My best theory was that Maria was a triathlete - I couldn't find a single muscle on her body that wasn't firm, or that she wasn't actively using to try to drive me as deep inside of her as I could go. She'd been wearing a t-shirt and capris before we started, and she'd stripped down to nothing before I fingered her. Now she was riding me with full abandon, although I was starting to get a bit sore from the rug underneath us. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, pinning her underneath me as I thrusted. She gasped with pleasure, and pulled me to her with her considerable strength. I heard a gasped, "Oh NO!" from Sarah, and looked up from this bearhug. Sarah's eyes were as wide saucers as she clutched her belly with both hands. Her belly had reached its full-term size, and apparently she'd just felt her first contraction. Lupita was delivering another of Claire's eggs, and I could see that her belly was starting to deflate now. I felt a tightness building in the bridesmaid I was screwing, and was surprised that she was starting to climax so soon. But then as Lupita turned just a little and put her hand to her own belly, I could see she was cradling her own now-swelling abdomen. I watched as Lupita turned towards Sarah and held her hand, saying something encouraging even as her own belly began to swell inexorably from within. I realized at this point that I'd inseminated both bridesmaids simultaneously, and that the tightness I'd felt in Maria's abdomen was quickly turning into being being pushed away from her. I could tell she was still enjoying the session though, so I rotated again so that she was on top. She struggled to a sitting-up position, still impaled on my cock, and I watched as her belly swelled slowly and deliberately. She looked down and started to rub her belly in amazement as I thrust inside her, continuing to bury myself again and again. She was already pregnant, so she didn't seem to have any second thoughts about having sex with me. The growing weight pressing down on me felt like she was taking me deeper each time, and I watched as her gym-hardened muscles fought hard but slowly, inevitably surrendered to the pressure within. She rubbed her belly as she looked down at me, riding me harder and harder as her belly swelled. She started breathing faster and faster, finally climaxing. I found myself unable to hold it in any longer and climaxed inside of her as well. She stopped for a second, then I could feel a rhythmic tightening inside of her as I retracted. I touched her belly inquisitively and she stood up, almost as if prompted, letting my penis slide out. She put her hand on her belly, winced, and started walking towards the bench where Sarah was now clutching Lupita's hand with white knuckles as the contractions mounted. Lupita was still calm and collected, helping Claire in delivery while saying random supportive things to Sarah. Maria had just made it onto the bench when a gush of water burst forth from her nether regions. Lupita began attending to the bride and her sister at once, even as her own belly continued to grow. I noted with surprise that Lupita was still growing, and was starting to look like she was late-term with a full-sized child. I felt something on my hips - Robbie had decided it was time to get her own piece of me. I thanked the aliens who built my body for foreseeing this possibility as my penis hardened, sliding within her with only the slightest coaxing. Robbie proned herself out over me, kissing me on the lips as her breasts pressed up against me. I clutched her to me, attempting to shut out the sounds of two women laboring at once. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure slowly sneaking around at the side. A businesswoman in a skirt, unable to resist, was making her way over to the pile where Lupita had been stacking the womens' eggs. I craned my neck up, looking over Robbie's shoulder, and saw that the broken door of the fitting room had been replaced with a solid wall of women eagerly looking in. I rolled my eyes and hoped that the alien programming embedded in every woman's DNA would prevent them from trampling me to death on their way to claim the eggs. Robbie kept thrusting obliviously, and the skirted woman took one of Claire's early eggs, sat down on the floor with her legs spread wide, and started to slide it into herself as the next woman made her way to the pile. I watched as woman after woman took an egg, put the tip of it delicately against her vulva, and pushed it innto herself. Each woman at least had the good grace to leave the fitting room once the insertion was complete, before the orgasms started - the vaginal contractions which would pull the eggs the rest of the way into their wombs. I felt something pressing up against my abdomen, and squeezed Robbie experimentally. I could tell that it was her belly starting to swell, and I intended for her to be the last screw of the afternoon. She met my eyes and followed them to where I was looking - unlike the others she was pregnant, having sex with me, and terrified of both things at once. Mid-thrust, she freaked out and stood bolt upright, clutching at her belly and feeling the changes within her. I stood up, and she started to run - I grabbed her hand and held on, keeping her with me. I had no idea what would happen to her if she went into labor without my pheromones around to control the crowd of women who'd crowd around her. For all I knew, they'd tear her apart to get at the eggs still within her womb. I pulled Robbie close to me and grabbed her from behind, one hand over her breast and the other pinning her arms. I could feel her heart hammering away, and her nipple felt like it could cut glass at this point. Helplessly, she looked down at her burgeoning belly and started to whimper. "Get it OUT of me!", she sobbed. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Robbie," I said. She stopped struggling for a moment to put her hand on her belly and feel as it swelled under her touch. "What's happening to me?", she inquired with a catch in her voice. My left arm was still wrapped tight around her; I took a couple of steps over to the mirror that covered two of the walls. I placed us in the center, so that she could watch herself expand. "That's what's happening to you. You're pregnant now." Robbie looked to the side in horror as Claire shrieked in pain, the last of her eggs not quite ready for delivery. Sarah and the hard-bodied bridesmaid were panting in ecstacy as their latest eggs crowned, and Lupita suddenly doubled over in as her contractions started at once - her water broke in a torrential flood. I looked in amazement - she'd reached a normal size for a full-term normal pregnancy. I mentally filed away the theory that, like with most egg-laying animals, first-time mothers bore smaller clutches of eggs. Robbie gasped as she felt the mass within her shift. "Why did you do this to us?" she asked. I shrugged. "For the same reason you chose me on sight. I'm programmed to breed with women, and you're all programmed to breed with me. Neither one of us has a choice." Claire gasped in pleasure now - her belly was shrinking back to a fairly normal size, and the only anomaly left in her was the last lump, now travelling down her birth canal. Robbie looked in almost detached interest. "If the whole thing were like that, I guess it wouldn't be as bad." At this point, Maria let out a shriek of pain as she had a contraction. I imagined that with muscles like hers, she'd have harder ones than the rest. Either that, or her lungs were just better conditioned for making noise. Regardless, her expression rapidly changed as the next egg made its way into her birth canal. I looked at Robbie in the mirror - she was getting bigger by the minute. Timidly, she almost whispered, "You know, we didn't finish..." I didn't need any more than that. I laid back down on the ground and she straddled me, taking me deep inside her. She was tighter than usual, and her belly was swelling, looking closer and closer to full term. I developed a theory and stayed inside her, even as I felt the contractions starting. Robbie gasped in pain and and her hands shot down to her belly as her water broke. I felt the amniotic fluid leaking out around me as I thrust, but at this point pulling out wouldn't make a difference - I'd just be removing the plug from the tub and draining it all out onto myself. So, I kept going as the contractions started. "It still hurts", Robbie gasped. "Try to focus on the sex, Robbie. I'm trying something here," I panted. My hands were on her belly, trying to jostle the eggs so that one would get lined up for delivery soon. My theory worked out - soon I felt Robbie gasp with orgasm, and I felt something touch against my penis. Unlike when an egg has a clear path out of birth canal however, I was going to keep it inside her for a while. I thrust back experimentally, and Robbie gasped with pleasure. We thrusted back and forth for a minute or two, until her contractions started getting and more intense. The final one pushed against my penis so hard that it delayed my orgasm, but the second the pressure released, I shot a full load of semen into Robbie. As soon as my penis began to deflate, the egg pushed it back out of her vagina. Robbie leaned backward and the egg plopped out of her, landing between my legs. She laid back, utterly spent from her orgasm - for a few moments, until her contractions resumed. Back at the bench, Claire had just finished giving birth to the last of her eggs. She was standing over me, glowering as I watched Robbie. "Want to explain what this is all about, asshole?", she demanded as Robbie's wide-open vagina pulsed. "Sorry Claire - I'd say it's just how I was built, but you wouldn't understand." Claire looked like she wanted to kick me, but couldn't. I noticed that a veritable assembly line had formed while I was with Robbie - women had formed a single-file line, and the three women laboring in the wedding party were producing a steady stream of eggs. Sarah, the bride, and her hard-bodied bridesmaid were nearly empty - the latter woman's fit physique seemed to be speeding along her deliveries. Lastly, Lupita was seeming to alternate between strained composure and ecstacy, even during the contractions guiding the eggs into her birth canal. She was now down to about as big as the other women were when they went into labor. "What the hell just happened here?", Claire shouted over the sound of a dozen or so women orgasming as they were being impregnated by the eggs from this session. "Well, to put it short, you just helped along human evolution. You're welcome," I said. "I'm fucked, is what I am. Literally and figuratively. I've definitely lost my job," she fumed. "I doubt it, actually. All that's likely to happen is a wave of babies in 9 months, and some of them will look amazingly like you." Claire winced as she slipped on her discarded pair of panties, covered in at least two different womens' amniotic fluids. "How's that?" "Well, they're actually getting pregnant with our children at this point. You see, your body will actually return to normal here in a day or so and you'll completely forget about this. They're all going to go through normal pregnancies, carrying to term children that you and I have conceived. Evolution is going on with our genes, using them as hosts. If you ask me, you got the better deal," I opined. Sarah, just delivering her last egg, inquired, "These women are going to have my babies, and I won't?" "Unless you take one of your eggs and put it back inside of you afterwards just like them, yes. They're going to have your babies, and you're going to forget this happened." "Those aren't babies, you know," Claire pointed out. "Actually, they are. The shell's there to protect them until it's time for implantation - since women will feel compelled to insert them at any point in their cycle, the embryo needs to be able to last for up to a month for the conditions to become correct for the shell to dissolve. I assure you, what's in those eggs are as much our children as if you'd actually gone the full nine months." Sarah caught the last egg as it slithered out of her vulva. She looked at it for a moment, then her face contorted into a mask of rage. "Fuck that!" she screamed, then threw it at me. She missed, and one of the women behind us caught it. The woman who caught it glared at Sarah, then looked adoringly at the egg and walked away, cradling it. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen - human maternal instincts are hardwired to protect Progenitor eggs at all costs, treating them as more precious than even normal human offspring. For Sarah to have done that, required an immense reservoir of hate - more than I could've sired in her from this. "Don't worry, Sarah - not only will you forget this ever happened, but you'll walk down the aisle in that wedding dress I just fucked you in - because you won't know any better." Sarah's face turned bright red. "ASSHOLE!" she shouted. She stood up and started to angrily wipe her lower body off from the various fluids that'd pooled on her, then got back into her dress enough to walk in it. She whirled and started to storm off, back unzipped. She started to try to push her way through the crowd that had formed at the entrance to the fitting room. "On second thought - stop her, folks," I ordered. Sarah's face was quizzical as the women waiting in line for eggs clamped onto her arms. Claire asked, "Aren't you worried she'll call security?" I shrugged and pointed at the now-captive Sarah. "Notice she's being held by a mall security officer? And that her dad's been standing here like a rock the whole time? Men can't interfere, and women can't help wanting to have my children. The presence of egg pheromones more or less turns them all into instinct-driven slaves. The only thing I have to worry about is a sniper, and that's not a probable threat in a mall anyway." I noticed both of the bridesmaids were on their last eggs. Lupita looked at me as her contractions mounted again and asked, "Can you save my egg for me?" she asked. The woman in front of her waiting for her egg, glared at her angrily. "You want to have it yourself?" I asked. She nodded, then took Maria's hand. "And my sister's too, unless she wants it." Progenitor Ch. 02 Maria's eyes widened in disbelief as the next contraction gripped her. "You kidding? After this, I don't even want to THINK what a baby's head would be like!" Shortly thereafter, the two of them had expelled their last eggs, and I gave the first egg to Lupita. She inserted it, trembling with excitement. I watched her eyes roll back in her head as the orgasms kicked in, sucking the egg up toward her womb. I pushed the second egg inside her gently, and the orgasms continued. The slight bulge in her belly from the first egg grew a little bigger as the second one joined it. If it worked, Lupita would give birth to fraternal twins nine months later - one hers, and one her sister's. The line of women was now forming in front of Robbie, panting with exertion as she labored. "Do you want to keep one?", I asked her. Robbie pushed an egg out before shaking her head and saying, "I don't want a baby yet. Let someone else have it." Someone else did in fact take her egg immediately. I nodded and looked back, as Lupita gasped in ecstacy from the eggs making their way into her, and her sister started dressing. Things were winding down, so I turned my attention back to Sarah, who'd been held captive. Sarah was glowering with hate as I walked up to her. "I don't know what went on in your head to let you do that, Sarah", I started, "but it's worthy of punishment. I know the instincts in your head would've made you treat that egg as if it were your own infant. If you're capable of doing that to your egg, you're actually capable of doing it to your own baby." "You already put me through labor, asshole. Debt PAID!" Sarah spat. "Actually, you only went through a little bit. Lupita, back there - she had a much longer labor because she was carrying a lot more eggs. I have a theory that it's because she's been pregnant before." I paused for a moment. "I think you'll give birth to about as many eggs when I knock you up this time." Sarah's face was horrified - held firmly by multiple egg-hungry women, she couldn't move. Her eyes were drawn down towards my erect penis. "You're a monster," she whispered as I lifted the front of her dress. "It takes one to know one, doesn't it?" I mused. I pulled her panties down, exposing her vulva to the air, and I could see that the area between her legs was already slick and wet with various juices. Two of the women pulled her legs apart, forcibly - I noted that apparently women who've birthed my eggs aren't programmed to want to keep mating with me, because Sarah would've otherwise spread them willingly and tried desperately to get me inside of her. "By the way, Sarah - I wouldn't need to do this if you hadn't thrown that egg a few moments ago. You have some inner demons that society is better off without. Fortunately, I happen to know I can cure those demons. But that cure's going to require you to give me another clutch of eggs first." I locked my eyes on hers and touched my penis to her vulva - she had her vagina clamped shut as tightly as she could manage. However, given that it was slick with various juices and had distended from laying eggs, that wasn't very tight at all. Slowly, inexorably, the rock-hard head of my shaft parted her vulva and then pressed on into her vagina. She fought hard to get free, but I stopped with just the head inside of her. I began thrusting back and forth, as she was held up by the women behind her at just the right height. "Oh, I AM going to kill you some day," Sarah hissed through her teeth. As she said so, with my eyes staring deep into hers, I buried myself as deep as I could and came, injecting her with my sperm. I smirked. "Kill me? You won't even remember me. But you probably won't walk straight for a week." I nodded at the sturdily built female mall security officer holding Sarah. "Handcuff her, please. Don't want her running off." I took Sarah then and hooked the chain of her handcuffs over one of the higher dress hanging hooks, forcing her to stand almost on her tip toes. As the sperm started to dribble out of Sarah's cunt, I looked at the girls who'd helped restrain her. "Any of you want to get pregnant with more eggs?", I asked. "Otherwise, there's not going to be enough for all of you." Unanimously, their hands went up. "Form a line, then. Panties down, you each get one thrust, but it should be enough." Sarah struggled to get free, but her hands were cuffed and the top of the chain was run through the top loop of a coat rack. She was held pretty much upright, and could barely even squat. I cupped my hand under Sarah's sperm-dripping cunt, and caught a goodly amount of it. "This makes me think of a movie title. Although I think 'Stand and Deliver' originally had nothing to do with labor." Sarah tried to spit at me, but missed. I walked a few feet over and laid down on the ground. The mall security girl was the first one in line - she stepped over to me and nervously dropped her panties to the floor. I dabbed a bit of the sperm onto the tip of my penis, and she squatted on top of me. I felt some resistance, and thrust through it - apparently I'd just taken her virginity. I gave her a few more thrusts so her first time would be a bit more than one thrust, but stopped short of a full session - I couldn't afford to do this all day long. She got off, and the next girl straddled me right after I'd dabbed another bit of sperm onto my penis. The assembly line impregnation would've been more efficient if I'd simply fingered them all, but I wanted to feel each woman on the inside. Call it a personal kink. The sperm in my hand ran dry after the tenth woman, so I had sex with the eleventh. I was just cumming inside her when I heard a sob off to the side. I looked over and saw that the front of Sarah's dress had just begun to bulge. I waved off the rest of the line to stroll over to Sarah. She looked down at my slick, shiny cock and this time she did manage to spit on me. "At least take my dress off," she growled. I looked down to where her dress was tightening, as her belly strained against it. "We'll compromise", I said, and picked up a nearby pair of scissors. Sarah gasped in horror as I cut a slit down the front of her dress, then peeled the front open like a lobster's back. "That dress cost five thousand dollars!", she hissed. I pushed the sides of the dress open so that she could see her burgeoning belly. She was pinned upright, and her uterus was swelling fairly slowly this time. It looked like she was about four months along. "I think you have bigger things to worry about than your dress now, Sarah." She looked down at her growing bulge - she'd been pregnant before, and her shock and wonder this time was replaced by dread at what was to come, and fury at me. I felt myself getting hard again, and Sarah's contempt changed to horror. I brushed the tip of her vulva with my glans, thinking about inserting again. "Please don't", she begged. "Ok", I said as I backed away. Sarah looked quizzical for a moment, but I continued with, "I'd rather get you pregnant with an actual child after your delivery, anyway." "Bastard", she whispered. "Yes, the child will in fact be a bastard. But that's beside the point. You see, human women undergo plenty of hormonal changes during a v20 pregnancy. You'll be unable to even think of doing something against your child's best interest. In fact, even if you were hugely pro-choice, you'll be unable to even consider an abortion. You, who have all the maternal instincts of a fish who eats her own roe, will feel love for your child. And when you give birth to your child - OUR child - the pheromones it gives off will make you unable to even think of hurting it. In short, our baby is going to cure your rage problem." I turned around and looked at the group of women who'd been in the line. They were all starting to swell with eggs now, although they formed a sort of progressional in order of where they'd been in the line. The first one, the virgin, was getting close to full-term. The crowd waiting for eggs, though, had swelled to probably a hundred women - it looked like a Black Friday mob just before a store opened. "However, just to piss you off, I might just keep getting you pregnant with eggs until we run out of line," I mused. Sarah's belly, at this point, looked six months along. It'd pushed the slit on her dress open and it had now bulged well past the dress's confines. Her nipples were still covered by the sides of the dress, so I pushed that aside as well simply because I liked looking at them. "You look about as big as you were when you went into labor last time", I noted. "Do you feel anything? Any contractions?" Sarah grinned at me defiantly as she said, "Nothing!" I smiled as I put my hand to her belly, noting that it was still growing. "Perfect. Your pregnancy is going to continue progressing until your body is ready to go into labor - which means you're going to birth a lot more eggs than you did last time." Sarah groaned. "I take it back - I want labor now," she whined. I put my hand on her swelling belly, feeling the outlines of multiple eggs within. "I'm afraid you don't have that option." Her belly continued to grow, inexorably, as Sarah cried. Her tears continued streaming down her face as her belly continued growing slowly - then it slowed and stopped. "I think you're there", I said, as her belly started to shift downward. Sarah turned to me and pleaded, "Please - just make it stop?" "No", I answered, as she swallowed nervously. It was the calm before the storm - then her face looked puzzled for a moment, then she grimaced. "I hate you," she said as she felt a light contraction starting. "You may hate me, but you'll have given me over a dozen children before today is up. I doubt you'll love your husband nearly as much as you hate me." Sarah's retort died unspoken as her water broke, soiling her dress thoroughly and pressing one of her eggs into birth position. She tried to squat, but couldn't - her arms were tied too high up. The best she could accomplish was to bend her knees slightly and spread her legs. I turned around to the crowd. "I need a line of you here - you're going to catch the eggs as they're delivered." I also noticed that the other eleven women I'd inseminated were delivering a steady supply of eggs; roughly two thirds of them had apparently had children before, judging from how many eggs they were carrying. I lifted Sarah's skirt and exposed her vulva, watching as the lump made its way down her birth canal, and finally eased out into my waiting hands. I held it up to her as the contractions started again, drawing the next one in. "See this, Sarah? This is the one you're going to carry to term." Sarah didn't have any words for me, because an egg slipped into her birth canal at that point and drove her into ecstasy. I stepped away as a woman stepped up and cupped her hands under Sarah's dilating vulva. I counted nine eggs before Sarah, spent and exhausted, slumped against the wall. I walked back up and pushed her dress back together in front, covering her still-pleasant breasts. I smiles and raised an eyebrow at her, questioning what she wanted to do. "Please, no more," she begged. I smirked. "You don't want another clutch of eggs?" She shook her head vigorously. "Ok. Then it's time for you to get pregnant," I said, holding up the egg. Sarah freaked. She thrashed back and forth, trying to work herself free of the hook but couldn't. I lifted her dress, and touched the egg up to her vulva. The tip was just within her vagina when I stopped. "Relax - after all the eggs you've delivered today, this should just slide right in," I said. Sarah fixed a baleful glare on me and said, "I hope you got AIDS today." "I actually doubt I'm human enough to get STD's," I replied - and pressed upward firmly, parting her vulva and driving the egg fully into her vagina. Sarah shrieked in pleasure as the egg was inserted - even though she didn't want it, her body took over and she quaked with what must have been a mind-blowing orgasm. In a few moments, it was completely inside of her, and the orgasms subsided. Her belly was left slightly swollen from the new addition. I reached up and lifted her handcuff chain off of the dress hook. The mall cop was now recovering from laying her own clutch of eggs, so I simply helped myself to her key and let Sarah go. "I'm going to go have an abortion," Sarah growled at me - but then she yawned uncontrollably. I smirked. "By the time you wake up, you won't even be able to imagine not carrying our child to term. But, if it helps you now, you can fool yourself into thinking you'll have an abortion." Sarah opened her mouth to say something, then staggered like a drunk. She sat down in her ruined dress, then it was like someone turned off a light switch and she slumped over, asleep. With that, I looked around outside. There were upwards of 80 women lying around in various stages of egg implantation, and more and more women were showing up for eggs from the slowly-dwindling pile. It was time for me to leave. Unfortunately, the only mens' clothing lying out were the brown polo and hideous yellow swim trunks I'd come to the mall to get rid of. I sighed and put them on, then pushed and shoved my way out of the room. The women, fixated on the eggs, weren't too interested in me at this point. I decided to hit the men's wear section, and just grabbed a pair of pants, underwear, and a pair of shoes - guessing wildly at what would be my size. The pheromones from our marathon sexual session had frozen the various men in their place, so I had more or less free reign over the store. I dropped a $100 bill on the counter - certainly more than what the clothes were worth - and walked out the door. Just in case the security cameras were watching, I didn't want shoplifting to be added to the list of offenses they could actually prove. One trip to the restroom later, I'd traded the swim trunks for a business casual set of khakis which actually went with my brown polo shirt. I was now presentable by my standards. When I walked out of the store, I noticed that the rest of the mall was acting more or less normal. I realized it was because anyone who went into the clothing section wasn't coming back out - the men froze, and the women tried to get in line for eggs. That would be ending soon as the pheromones dispersed, so I figured it was time to leave the premises. On the way out, I noticed a familiar and exquisite set of asses walking in front of me - the girls from the bus. One of them happened to glance over her shoulder and saw me. I smiled, and she tugged at her friend to get her attention. "Hi ladies," I said. "Any chance the two of you might know a good place for me to stay the night?" The green-eyed brunette said, "In my bed, perhaps?" Her friend, the more reserved of the two, elbowed her. "What my friend's trying to say is that our sorority house does have a room with some crash couches for visiting boyfriends. We're on our way back now - perhaps you'd like to come with us?" I cracked an evil grin. "Just try and stop me!" TUNE IN FOR OUR NEXT EPISODE, "Progenitor On Campus"! Progenitor As soon as the next egg slid out of her, I could see she was back to normal-Kim again. "You're giving birth to a clutch of eggs, Kim," I said. On a theory, I reached up and started to massage her swollen belly. "Don't, let me rest before my next contrac - ohhh!" This time Kim trailed off into ecstacy... as I'd thought, as long as an egg was coming out of her, she wasn't going to feel pain. But if she stopped laying eggs, she'd feel the painful contractions meant to guide the eggs into her birth canal. I'd gotten her into this mess, so I at least owed her what I could do to ease her delivery. Her belly slimmed down more and more with each egg she delivered... until finally, only one egg was left. I could feel it inside of her, but my massage wasn't having much luck in coaxing it into her birth canal. Contraction after contraction came and went, wracking Kim with pain. She was screaming during one of the harder contractions when her friends arrived at home. "Kim?" shouted an angry male voice. I heard footsteps bounding up the stairs, multiple ones, angry ones. I knew this wasn't going to end well. The door to the bedroom, which we'd only pulled partway shut, was practically torn off its hinges as a red-faced, furious man glaring hatred at me for whatever I'd done to Kimberly. I could see the other guy and three other girls show up behind him. ...and then he just froze in place. The other guy started to push his way into the room, and then he froze too. As if sleep walking, the first man walked into the room and took a position over in the corner, out of the way - so did his friend. The women, on the other hand, had a different view of things. The three of them took a few timid steps towards the bed - at first, then over the course of a mere six feet it degenerated into a cat fight. They were pushing and shoving at each other, and while two of them were busy trying to choke each other, the third beamed with joy, grabbed one of Kimberly's eggs, and laid down on the bed, cradling it in her arms. With trembling hands, this delicate long-haired asian girl pushed aside the center of her bikini bottoms to expose her vagina. Then she slipped Kimberly's egg down to just nuzzle at the orfice... I could actually see moisture dripping out of her as she started to press the egg up against herself. Kimberly herself had been surprised enough by the event that her contraction had stopped - but she tried to sit up, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she tried to stop her friend. Her friend took one hand away from the egg to fight with Kim, as the other egg gently and insistently pressed the egg up, up, into her own birth canal. "OH!", she shrieked, as an orgasm gripped her. The egg was big enough that I could see the outline it left on the soft skin underneath her pelvis, and the egg's shape caused the orgasmic contractions to slowly drive it up and up, centimeter by centimeter, inside of her. Kim had given up on wrestling her friend and had risen to a kneeling position, slapping her in the face, trying to break her out of it. "Damn it, Jane, you don't want - ohhhhhh!" Kimberly doubled over herself as the next contraction came. Instinct forced her to spread her legs wide and focus on herself as the contraction mounted in intensity - and then suddenly I could see that the last egg was on its way out, as the lines of pain quickly erased themselves from her face. As her next egg crowned, I heard a thud from the other side of the room - one of Kimberly's other friends, a petite brunette, had just thrown the last friend into the closet door. She leapt for the bed and caught Kimberly's last egg as it slithered free. She squatted and positioned the still-moist egg under her vagina and pushed with both hnds, ramming the egg up until it was flush with her vulva. She gave a defiant glare to the last friend as she took a seat, then started to quiver with the first of the orgasms. The last friend, a beautiful redhead whose top had burst open during the fight to expose milky-white breasts, shrieked in despair as the ovoid's white tip vanished up inside of her alabaster mound. Then the redhead eyed the clutch of eggs next to Kimberly. I wasn't about to get in the way - within moments, three women were lying on the bed or floor, moaning in orgasmic ecstasy as ovoid lumps slowly worked their way up their birth canals and the men stood aside, silently watching - guarding? Exhausted, Kimberly turned to me and asked, "What exactly just happened here?" I thought back to the conversation on the ship. "I think this is how they intend to spread the new genome. I inseminate a woman, she lays a clutch of eggs... every woman has a dormant program to carry Progenitor eggs if they ever encounter them. It ensures that for every time one woman conceives for me, it results in a large number of children - spread out across a number of women." Kimberly frowned. "I think you skipped a whole lot of explaination somewhere along the way," she said. Thinking a bit more, I sighed. I looked at Kimberly's sexy body, which had already nearly returned itself to its pre-egg-laying shape. Glancing around the room, I saw that the other girls had passed out with smiles in their faces, with barely-discernable bumps in their bellies. For the moment at least, they'd look like they'd just eaten a good meal. "Unfortunately, it's not going to matter if I explain anything." Kim grabbed my arm. "What do you mean it won't matter? I sure as hell won't forget what just happened to me!" she insisted. I looked at the guys, still frozen in their guardian state. I looked at Kim's friends, who were all now carrying Kim's and my children. And then I looked sadly at Kim - she was outrageously, ravishingly beautiful to me right then. The part of me that was still Human v19 felt compelled to hug her. "Because you won't remember a moment of this - any of it. You're just programmed not to - this has happened 19 times before in human history, and there's never been a record of it because no one can remember it." Kim frowned, then the frown gradually softened as her eyes started to focus on a distant point that wasn't there, staring right through me. I stood up from the bed and went to raid the laundry basket for shorts and a t-shirt. When I turned back, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Kimberly's hand was moving over towards the towel where I'd piled the eggs that had come out of her. She'd picked up one of the eggs and set it down next to her, sitting up and spreading her perfect legs wide apart in preparation to insert it. I sat down in front of her, and took the egg. She didn't fight me, probably because she was only programmed to fight other women for the eggs. I looked into her eyes and saw a resolve that could only be satisfied one way. To my surprise, she spoke. "You're right - I can already tell that I'll forget this whole thing as soon as you leave. Hell, I'll forget it even if you stay. But I want you to know that when it comes to these eggs, I'm not like the rest - I don't HAVE to have one of our babues. But my girlfriends are all pregnant with them now, so I figure it isn't fair for me to get a free ride. I could be like them and do it to myself, but - I want you to impregnate me. I want my baby to have been touched by his father at least once." She spread her legs again invitingly, and part of me ached to fill her again with my sperm. But, it just didn't feel right. I kissed her, chastely, on the cheek. "I'll check up on you - even though you won't know me." She smiled devilishly as I touched the narrow part of the egg to her vulva. She shivered with anticipation - clearly part of her programming engaging - and said, "A little over nine months from now, ok? I want my children close together in age." Her smile widened, and I pressed the egg against her pussy firmly, insistently. I could see the wetness streaming from her, and her eyes rolled back in her head in ecstacy as the egg started to slide inside of her. I pushed slowly, gently, as her legs quaked and the egg slid deeper and deeper. As soon as her vulva started to close over it, she started to orgasm, her breasts heaving up and down with ragged breaths as her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched, slowly pulling the egg farther and farther up inside of her. I waited with her until it was over, and the few-weeks-pregnant bulge had located itself firmly at her uterus. With a happy sigh, Kim drifted off to sleep like her friends. I stood up from the bed and noticed one last egg left in the towel. I found a picnic basket and took it with me as I left the beach house. Passing women looked at my basket intently, but there weren't any fights as long as I had the basket. Unfortunately, that didn't mean I had anywhere to stay for the night. But as luck would have it, I watched a timeshare place closing up, and a gorgeous female left the office with a money pouch. Suffice it to say, she wanted the egg more than the money pouch. I watched as she parted her stylish mid-length dress and impregnated herself, the orgasm taking her hard and leaving her with the telltale slight bulge of incipient pregnancy. I waited for her to regain her footing and start walking again before leaving. And wouldn't you know... as soon as that last egg had been given out, I noticed that women started giving me the same look Kim had given me on the beach. This new life of mine was going to be much more interesting than the last one.