Unexpected Results

Wrote another story based on yet another silly idea I had at the time. You know. Get this idea that sounds freaky and strange and sexy... and yet when you get around to writing it, you realise that aside from the one gimmick event, the rest is largely just padding and filler. Oh well. I did meander a tad, but I don't think I did too badly.

I mean... y'know... relatively speaking. That said, I did start with my usual flowery language and then eventually just degenerated into a descriptive morass of chained sexual acts... almost. Downhill like my train of thought...

So.. yeah...

Contains:

Futa on Futa, Uber Size, Pregnancy, plenty of Masturbation and a wee bit of urethral insertion. Yeah.

A'right.... Here you go.

Unexpected Results

Claire hesitated by the door. The silence on the little backstreet was audible and unnerving. Looming darkly overhead, the grim building was back-lit by the twilight of the low sun. Its door, painted in an offensively optimistic shade of blue, was lit by a single flickering bulb above like some sort of strange target. It was as though the very world was waiting for her to make this final decision, if even the finality it was. The earlier bluster of the wind when she had left home was now little more than a whisper, the former noise of the nearby city somehow muted and muffled here on a street not often graced by the general traffic. It didn't seem the most reputable of places now that she was actually standing outside, though earlier she might have sworn this advert was the epitome of hope for her.

Hers was an odd situation perhaps. What wasn't odd about it was that, like many women, she had begun to feel that deeply routed urge to procreate. However, what didn't quite fit in with this urge was that Claire had never had any sort of interest in members of the opposite sex. In fact she tended to find them quite distasteful, crude things, not least as her generously endowed form tended to bring out the very worst from them. Her opinion of other females was a little better at least, though something always struck her as a little out of place about lesbianism too. As such she had lived alone quite a while and become all but partnered to her own hands. Nevertheless, the ways of nature weren't prone to sparing such, and like any other woman she had felt the broody urges. This might have caused her quite a degree of strife had she not come across a strange advert in a newspaper requesting young women for medical experiments of a very peculiar nature. It sought subjects for artificial impregnation. It did specify though that this wasn't the conventional brand of artificial insemination, as somehow what they were testing were artificial gametes. Custom-made sperm mayhaps? What it offered Claire in theory was the potential to have a child without any actual male involvement whatsoever, and at some deep level that held a lot of appeal to her. Besides,