Sarah shrieked in pleasure as the egg was inserted. Even though she didn’t want it, her programming took over and she quaked with what must have been a mind-blowing orgasm. In a few moments, the egg had vanished into 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 lying on the ground and recovering from laying her own clutch of eggs, so I simply helped myself to her key and let Sarah go.
“I’m just going to go have an abortion,” Sarah growled at me before letting out a yawn.
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 for the moment, you can fool yourself into thinking you’ll have that abortion.”
Sarah opened her mouth to say something, then staggered like a drunk. She sat down next to her dress, then it was like someone had 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 available was what I’d come to the mall to get rid of. I sighed and put the clothes back 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.
On my way away from the fitting room, I decided to hit the men’s wear section and just grabbed a pair of pants, some underwear, and a pair of shoes which looked like they’d fit. There was no one to talk to; the pheromones from our marathon sexual session had drawn all the women in the store, and frozen the men and post-menopausal women in their tracks, so I had free reign. I dropped a $100 bill on the counter to cover the clothes, and walked out the door. Just in case the security cameras caught up with me, I didn’t want shoplifting added to the list of offenses which they could actually prove. I was anxious to get out of the store, so I calmly walked out into the mall proper and went towards the nearest mall exit. There were people walking around normally, completely oblivious to what was going on. I ducked into a restroom within view of the mall exit to change my clothes. In short order I was wearing underwear, khakis, a polo shirt, shoes, and socks. By my standards, I was now presentable.
Stepping back into the mall, I looked back at the store and noticed that the rest of the mall was now acting more or less normal. I realized that the reason was that anyone who did go into the store was drawn to the fitting room, and no one was coming back out. That would end as soon as the pheromones dispersed, so it was time to leave the premises. Later on, they’d probably have security footage of me being the only one walking out of the store, so I needed to get out of there quickly and find somewhere to hide for the night.
As I stepped out into the sunlight, I noticed an exquisite yet familiar pair of asses in front of me: the girls from the bus, and they were walking to the bus stop again. The Indian one happened to glance over her shoulder and see me. I smiled, and she tugged at her friend to get her attention.
“Hi ladies,” I said. “Is there any chance that the two of you might know a good place for me to stay tonight?”
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”, she said, “is that our sorority house has a room with crash couches for visiting boyfriends. We’re on our way back now, so perhaps you’d like to come with us?”
My face split in a disarming but somewhat evil grin as the bus pulled up to our stop. “Why yes, I’d love to come with you lovely ladies!”, I exclaimed.