Sarah had given me enough time to take a shower, and then grab a bite to eat, but as I chewed my way through a flash-frozen lasagne, she hovered in the peripheral before finally sitting down in front of me, with her omnipresent tablet. “Y’know, the lasagne… Not the world’s greatest.” I said, trying to tear off a bit of the cheesey bit. Sarah smiled, and nodded. “We tried our best to cater to your preferences while we’re still setting up the operations, but plants take time to grow, obviously, and the chefs are due with the hospitality unit, so for now, we’re going to have to live off the frozen stuff. If it makes a difference, they got you real beef.” I nodded. Indeed it did- it brought back memories of my twentieth birthday, when I had had a whole chile con carne to myself. “It’s good. Just not the world’s greatest, is all I was trying to say. Not that I’m ungrateful, or anything.” Words came spilling out, and Sarah brushed her hair out of her face as she laughed. “I’ll make sure that the first dish you get when the fresh produce comes next week is hot out of the oven.” It was hard to keep track of all of the things that were still yet to come- even now, it felt like a city- hundreds of domes, with desire paths in the moss having formed a rough template for where the pavements would be placed, eventually. There had even been angry passive aggressive notes about wiping shoes “because of biohazards”. It was easy to forget that it was still early days yet.
“So, I wanted to talk to you.” Sarah said, tapping on her tablet. “We’ve got the foundations crew, and ideally, you’d be able to get through them all in the one week; since they’re labourers, they’re not rated for anything faster than the full nine months, so we don’t want them to be sitting idle while we wait for the second wave- ideally they’ll go on maternity, the second wave of foundations will arrive, and they’ll be back at it with minimal downtime. Do you think you can handle that?” I blinked. “Uh, don’t they get time off? Seems a bit harsh, putting them straight back to work.” Sarah’s expression did not change, but she said flatly “We’re running a business here, Jacob. This colony’s primary purpose is to make money. You’d do well to remember that.” I nodded, cowed slightly by the sudden intensity. “How many are we talking?” “Only two score.” “Forty women?!” I exclaimed, quickly doing the math in my head. “I mean, I guess.” Sarah tapped again on her screen, and flicked upwards. I felt a buzz in my pocket, and she said “I can book you in for an appointment with the doctor. You’ll see her before dinner time. Drink plenty of fluids, and don’t eat anything after that lasagne.” She got up, and I grumbled “Not likely, I haven’t evolved to eat plastic, unlike some robots…” underneath my breath.
The rest of the day was a now familiar routine of physical fitness, which was made worse by the absence of protein shakes. Cardio was harder than usual, and I washed the sweat off me quickly, savouring the two minutes of sweet, sweet, cool water. I got dressed, and exited the gym, and made my way over to the hospital- or at least, that’s what it had been designated, though it looked far more like one of the accomodation domes to my untrained eye. My shirt began to stick to my skin as I walked across, the humid heat and acrid smell getting slightly stronger as I approached the hospital, which had the sole crane beeping loudly near it, with several shipping containers being shunted around. I could see the women that I would be impregnating for the rest of the week; contrary to my mind’s eye of burly muscle-laden women as tall as me, they were of average stature, with headsets and wide brimmed hats. It was only when one of them took off their hat to wipe away sweat that their most distinguishing feature was shown- a shaved head glistened in the suns, before it disappeared underneath the hat once more. My shoes squelched slightly in the mud as I distractedly walked along, and upon arrival outside the hospital, I wiped them on the doormat several times before giving up on the sticky mud.
Inside, I found a handful of women shifting beds, and going over manifests, with a floor more suited to a barn than a hospital- a relief for me and my now brown boots. One walked over to me, and said “Jacob? I mean, obviously, but… Ah, I’m Theresa. Nice to meet you, please follow me.” She said, and strutted off down the corridor to a conjoined dome. “Bit of renovations already?” I asked, and was met with a sharp exhale of breath in response. “The idiots didn’t think about the seepage, this place had a two degree slant before we realised that something was off.” Theresa led me through a series of corridors until we arrived at a door with a sign ‘Doctor Theresa & Doctor Callie’ taped above it, and she opened the door. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” I smiled, and sat on the bed. Theresa closed the door behind us, and moved towards a set of drawers on the wall, pulling out some gloves, and a sterilising wand. She waved it over me, and conversationally said “Callie is out talking to one of the workers at the moment, had an accident on the worksite during the shifting. We’re meant to work in teams, but she was too stubborn.” I watched as she slipped on a pair of latex gloves, and she then affixed a blood pressure monitor to my arm, which inflated. “Be right back, just have to grab the shot.” She said, exiting the room, and then returning after thirty seconds or so with a small circular eski. She opened it, and pulled out a syringe, said “You’ll feel a slight sting.” and then then moved to insert it into me. I recoiled, and said “Whoa, hey, aren’t you meant to tell me what’s in that thing first?” Theresa paused, and sighed slightly. “Sorry. Habit. Technically, that’s a Sol-based law. Informed consent is a courtesy when you’re the property of Aphrodis.” A slight tinge of resentment seemed to come through, but she lowered the needle. “This is a booster shot that will put your semen production into overdrive- or rather, put everything into a state of constant replenishment. You’ll need to get drained at least once daily, if not twice, and you’ll know because you’ll feel heavy, and kinda sluggish. It’s safe, but it can be painful if you go for too long without release, and if you want to avoid that, take it easy on the caffeine, alcohol, or anything else that might affect your testosterone levels.” I nodded. “Okay, in it goes.” She said, and quickly inserted the needle into my arm. I was used to them, but this felt different; a hot flush started to spread rapidly throughout my body, and when Theresa removed the needle, I was sweating. “You’ll feel warm, but that’s normal. Sleepy is definitely normal too. I’ll be back in about forty minutes later to check on you with some dinner. You might like to lie down. Don’t wank.” Theresa said, checking her watch again. She seemed to have her mind elsewhere, and went through a checklist, before locking the tablet and heading off.
I laid down on the bed, and rested my head on the pillow, and relaxed. After twenty minutes, I felt a slight tingle in my balls, and a heat like I hadn’t felt since puberty. I felt myself stirring, and looked down, and saw a large tent forming between my legs. The sensation increased, and the thought of masturbating crossed my mind. But the warning was to be heeded, and I contented myself with my phone, trying to ignore the raging hard on. Then, the door opened; a tall blonde girl wearing the nurse outfit entered. “Hi Jacob!” She said, walking over to me. “I thought that I’d check up on you in case the doc hadn’t?” The inflection upwards made it sound as though she was prying; trying to determine whether Theresa had shirked her duties. “Oh, Dr. Theresa said that she’d be like forty minutes, and that was… twenty minutes ago. So yeah, I’m good.” I said. She nodded sympathetically, and then clapped her hands together, in mock shock. “Oh, I forgot, sorry, I’m Dr. Callie. Silly me, I forget that there was a new wave of people.” She pointed to my cock. “Are you taking it alright?” She asked. I was well used to women objectifying me by now, but this was a different type of objectification, which I wasn’t used to. “To be honest, not really. I’d kill to masturbate.” I replied, omitting what my brain added after that- that I’d kill to masturbate, but I’d do all sorts of unspeakable things to be able to put a baby inside her. Callie nodded again, a slight smirk spreading across her face. “Let me guess, Dr. Theresa told you not to? Wanna know why?” I shrugged. “Because my brain would turn into jelly? Penis collapse syndrome, or some other scary sounding condition?” I offered up. She chuckled in response. “Because those balls are currently chock full of swimmers that are just begging to find an egg, and every single one of your cumshots is probably presented as a data point on a graph back on Luna.” “So it’s safe?” I asked. “Yep. I could help you out, if you like. Want to fuck?” She said, smiling conspiratorially.
Callie was gorgeous; the outfit hugged her figure, accentuating her breasts and ass. My mind was normally able to keep things professional, but that outright comment made me want to abandon all sensibilities and tear her clothes off, and breed her like a beast in heat.”Isn’t there like, a schedule?” I asked, not wanting to rock the boat. “A schedule which I’m not on- found out after I arrived that I’m infertile. Gonna be on the first ship out.” Callie sighed. “I was really looking forward to motherhood. But we could still pretend.” She said, beginning to pull off her uniform, revealing a cream-coloured bra, and matching thong. Her body was toned, with firm muscles. Desirable. Capable of providing me with relief. “Alright. But we’d better be quick.” I said, mindful of the ticking clock to Theresa’s return. A smile broke out across Callie’s face, and she shimmied off her panties, before climbing onto the bed with me. She had recently waxed, with not a single hair on her crotch, and after I had cast aside my own pants, she straddled me, sitting right up next to my cock, with it standing up straight next to her stomach. She inspected it as she gyrated her hips, her pussy lips rubbing on the shaft. “Jesus… Past my belly button.” She said breathlessly, as her hand wrapped around the thick tip of my cock. It was an explosion of pleasure, and I winced in concentration as precum came pouring down from the tip, which she spread around the head, and then began to stroke the shaft, lubing me up. Fuck. I needed to breed her. “Umm…” I began, trying to delay the inevitable. “Hmmm?” She asked. “Not sure how long I can hold out until I cum.” I said, honestly. Callie smirked at me, and leaned in close to whisper “Then why don’t you cum inside me? Try and knock me up, I dare you.” And with that, she pulled my cock into her cunt, sliding the entire length along her slick folds. She let out a moan, and I felt myself enter deep within.
“Oh fuck!” She said breathily, and I grunted in agreement. That tightness was enough to make any man go crazy. I started to thrust, pumping my cock in and out of Callie’s pussy, feeling it grip tightly around the base each time I withdrew. “Fuck! You’re so wet!” I gasped, feeling her juices coat the shaft. Callie giggled, and reached back, holding onto my shoulders for leverage, as she began to bounce up and down on my cock. The pleasure was immense, and I couldn’t help but groan in enjoyment. “Yeah, you like that? You gonna knock me up? Put a baby in my belly?” She said, her thighs flexing and deflexing as she moved, “I’m rated for four months, you gonna enjoy seeing my belly showing your seed by the end of the week? Swelling up like a balloon?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. She smirked, and continued bouncing up and down on my cock, moaning as she did, “You wanna suck on my tits? They’ll be making milk in no time for your kids.” I nodded again, and lifted her up, pushing her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She moaned loudly, and suddenly, I felt my balls tighten. I growled, and slammed my cock back into her pussy, filling her once more, and she cried out, “Cumming already?!” I grunted, and tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. I exploded into her womb, cumming deep within her, my head spinning as the orgasm filled my senses with euphoria. But this was no short lived spurt of bliss- as Callie moaned and grinded on my cock, pushing it as deep into her as it could go, my orgasm continued, filling my vision with sparkles. After ten or so seconds, it cleared, and I saw my cock moving in time with my pulse, pushing more and more cum into her. “Oh, fuck…” Callie said, a hand moving to her toned stomach, which looked slightly fuller now. “Jesus Christ.” She said weakly, and slowly began to stand up, and then perform the dance of putting on clothes, post-sex. “Do you think it worked?” I said jokingly, and Callie smiled. “Without a doubt.” She replied. “I’ll be seeing you around, Jacob.” She said, before making a hasty departure.
…Which left me to clean up. I looked around at the state of the room, and frantically began to get to work. The bed’s sheet was sodden, and there was a pool of cum where Callie had stood while she put her underwear back on. I looked at the clock. It was already ten minutes past when Theresa said she’d come back. Shit! Frantically, I wiped at the floor with a disposable towel, deciding that my own clothes were a lost cause. And then, the door opened. “Sorry about the wait, Callie needed some help with the patient- she thought that the foreman had a cracked rib, turned out to be a punctured lung. Nothing that a quick bit of plasteen couldn’t fix.” Theresa said, wheeling in a trolley that had a tray on it. She stopped as she saw me naked, with a towel on the floor, frozen in place. “You wanked? I’m out fifty dollars now, thanks a lot.” She said, grumpily as she wheeled in the trolley. I didn’t move, processing what Theresa had just said. “I guess y- hey, are you okay?” Theresa said, moving down to eye level, quickly going into doctor mode. “Did you just say… that you were with Callie?” I asked. Theresa nodded. “You feeling alright, Jacob? Why? Let’s lie you down.” She said in a soothing voice. “Then who did I just fuck?”
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