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 harder, apparently taking her virginity in the process. I gave her a few more thrusts so that her first time wouldn’t be completely disappointing, but stopped short of a full session. She climbed off, and the next girl straddled me right after I’d dabbed another bit of sperm onto my penis. The assembly line would’ve been more efficient if I’d simply fingered them all, but I wanted to have had my dick inside of each vagina. Call it a personal kink.
The sperm in my hand ran dry after the tenth woman, so I started having sex with the eleventh. I’d just begun to ejaculate 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 finished inside of the girl I was fucking, then 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 let me take my dress off,” she growled. Her midriff was tight, straining against the dress’s attempts to hold her belly in place.
“We’ll compromise”, I said, picking up a nearby pair of scissors. Sarah gasped in horror as I attacked the straps over her shoulders. “That dress cost five thousand dollars!”, she hissed.
The dress fell down around her ankles as I cut the second strap, and Sarah looked down in horror at her swollen abdomen as I tossed the dress into the corner where it should be somewhat safe. She was growing fairly slowly this time, compared to before. She looked like she was about four months along. “I think you have bigger things to worry about than your dress right now, Sarah.” She looked down at her growing bulge – she’d already gone through this once, and the shock and wonder of the first time had been replaced by dread and rage.
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’m still going to get you pregnant with an actual child after your delivery, though.”
“Bastard”, she whispered.
“Yes, our child will be, 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’d eat her own eggs, will love this child to an extent you could never love a human one. Once you’ve given birth, the hormones you’ll experience with this baby will permanently change you. You’ll be unable to even think of hurting it, and any normal babies you have afterwards will benefit from this as well. In short, having this baby will 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, some farther along than others. The first one, the virgin security guard, was getting close to full-term. The line of women waiting for their eggs had swelled to probably a hundred women, and 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. “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, feeling its warmth. “Perfect, then. Your pregnancy will progress until your body is ready to go into labor, which means you’re going to birth a lot more eggs than last time.”
Sarah groaned. “I take it back, I want labor now,” she whined.
I put my hand on her swollen belly, feeling the outlines of multiple eggs within. “I’m afraid you don’t have that option.”
Sarah’s tears continued streaming down her face as her belly continued to grow slowly, then slow and stop. “I think you’re there”, I said as her belly began to shift downward.
Sarah turned to me and pleaded, “Please, just make it stop?”
“No”, I answered, as she swallowed nervously. Her face looked puzzled for a moment, then she grimaced. “I fucking hate you,” she said as she felt a contraction begin.
“You may hate me, but you’ll have given me over a dozen children before today is up. You’ll never love your husband as much as you hate me.”
Sarah’s retort died unspoken as her water broke, soaking her legs thoroughly and pressing one of her eggs into birth position. She tried to squat, but couldn’t because her arms were cuffed 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.” The other eleven women I’d inseminated while waiting for Sarah to begin showing were already 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 watched Sarah’s pubic area as an egg-shaped lump made its way down her birth canal, and finally eased out into my waiting hands. I then stepped out of the way to let the first of the line of women come stand in front of Sarah.
I held up the egg to her as her belly flexed again, with a contraction which pressed the next egg up against her cervix. “See this, Sarah? This is the one you’re going to carry to term.”
Sarah didn’t have any words for me, because the egg entered her birth canal at that point and drove her into ecstasy. A woman kneeling eagerly in front of her cupped her hands under Sarah’s dilating vulva, ignoring the fluids which dripped onto her outstretched palms. When she’d caught the egg, she cradled it to her chest and walked out of the room to insert it. Sarah delivered seven more eggs before her belly emptied and she slumped against the wall, exhausted. I smiled and raised an eyebrow at her. “What now?”, I asked her.
“Please, no more,” she begged.
“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. I held up the egg I’d been saving for her.
Sarah freaked. She thrashed back and forth, making futile attempts to work her handcuffs free of the hook. I spread her legs and pressed the egg up against her vulva. The tip was just within her vagina when I stopped.
“Relax, Sarah. After all the eggs you’ve delivered today, this should just slide right in,” I said.
Sarah fixed a baleful glare on me and snapped, “I hope you got AIDS today.”
“I actually doubt that I’m human enough to get STD’s,” I replied. She took a breath to say something else, but then I pressed upward firmly, parting her vulva and driving the egg fully into her vagina.