Copyright 2013, Fiona Thompson
The pregnancy project
Mary is a poor lonely college student. Bad acne and a shy personality, all she wants is a good meal.
So when she sees an ad on campus for a medical experiment. It pays well so she signs up. She’s drawn to hot Dr. Jenkins right away, but she’s too shy to do anything about it.
But that’s about to change. Overnight it changes her looks. Her skin clears up, her breasts grow perfect and she becomes so outgoing all she wants is to get laid. And she’ll do anything to get it.
Anytime. Anywhere.
Mary doesn’t know about Dr. Jenkins plans to get her pregnant. And she doesn’t know he’s not as human as he looks….
Chapter One: Mary’s down on her luck
They say college students are broke, but I never really understood how bad it could be until I was counting change just to get a sandwich. Sure, my parents sent money but it was toward the end of the month and things were just tough. I was barely making it by.
“Sarah is paying for college herself.” Said my friend Morgan. She was a cute girl and like me loved to wear hoody sweatshirts.
“She’s part timing as a stripper.” I put my book bag down on my desk at the library and slid into my seat. “I’m not exactly stripper material.” I snorted.
It’s true. My name is Mary and I get good grades. I have a few friends, but I’m not exactly out going. A guy has never given me the time of day. My hair is deep red and frizzy. My glasses are too big for my face and I’m plagued with acne.
“True.” Morgan said as she slipped into her seat and opened her book. “What about a part time job?”
“While going to school? I’m stressed out enough!”
“I know, I know.” Morgan sighed. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Sorry.” I cringed and then a piece of paper fell off of a near by book shelf. I bent over and picked it up.
“What’s that?” Morgan leaned over to read the flyer with me. “Oh my gosh, Mary! It’s like fate. It was meant to be?”
“I don’t believe in that stuff.” But I was breathless. If it was on the up and up, this flyer could have been the answers to all my prayers. And regular meals. At least dinners
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“Do you think it’s safe?” I asked Morgan, but it didn’t really matter what she said. I already made up my mind. I was going to the lab room the notice mentioned and I just prayed it wasn’t creepy.
Chapter Two: Hello, Doctor
“Mary Sinclair?”
I stand with a smile and shake the nice man’s hand. His handshake is firm and I’m drawn to his gorgeous eyes and strong jaw. He smells like a musky after shave. “Nice to meet you…Dr?”
“Jenkins.” He nods his head and his smile is so warm and inviting. He puts a hand on my lower back and ushers me further into the lab. We go inside a small room and I hang my purse up on the wall before taking a seat in the leather chair.
“Thank you for coming so quickly, Mary.” He smiles and picks up his clipboard. “It’s lovely to meet you. We need test subjects just like yourself.”
I tuck my hair behind my ear nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
He sits beside me and his fingers stroke up an down against my arm. “Don’t worry, Mary. Everything is perfectly safe. We will study your vitals and how you respond to certain treatments. It’s for science, after all.”
“What do the medicines do?” I asked.
He pushes my hair away from my face, studying my skin. His hot breath is against me and it makes me uncomfortable how handsome he is. And how close he is to me. “For you, acne treatments. Would you like to get rid of some of this redness.”
I nod. Boy, would I ever.
Dr. Jenkins smiles. “Good. That’s what I thought.”
“And,” I laugh nervously, “the money?”
“One hundred right after the treatment today. A little incentive. What do you say?”
I thought it sounded amazing. I nodded and signed the paperwork right then and there. We worked out a schedule for when I would come in for treatments around my classes.
He tied a rubber band around my arm. “This won’t hurt at all.” When Dr. Jenkins picked up a syringe, I jumped.
“Usually I get creams for acne.” I laughed, jittery.
“Oh, this is the latest treatment. Trust me, this will be the answer to your problems.”
I gasped when the needle slipped beneath my skin. I felt something warm being pushed through the needle. Warmer than anything I’ve ever felt before. But when he handed me a stack of twenty-dollar bills, I didn’t care.
The first thing I was doing, I was going to get a nice meal. Then some groceries. Maybe even a new pair of shoes.
****
Lunch was amazing. By the time I sat at the table, I was starving. I ordered more food than I’ve had in a long time. And I ate it all. I was kind of embarrassed, but it’s not like the waitress knew me.
I finished it off with a glass of sparkling wine and then headed on my way. As I was heading out, I saw a few guys coming in. One of them I recognized from my exciting economics class.
He was handsome with a polished appearance. I think his name was Joey and he never paid attention to me.
But today he held the door open for me. I startled and a shy smile spread across my face. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, good looking.” He winked at me and my heart skipped a beat as I slipped out the door. I gawked back at him.
Maybe he needed glasses.
I headed across the street to the shoe store. In the window I caught someone’s reflection. Her skin was so smooth, beautiful. I realized it was mine.
It was me. Perfect skin? My skin had been red and inflamed since I was sixteen years old. Nearly four years later I got used to it, but never liked it. The idea I could have clear skin…
Laughing, I patted my cheeks. I couldn’t feel the old scars or bumps. It was perfect.
“Perfect.” I said out loud without really meaning to. I couldn’t believe the injections worked so well on their first attempt.
Now, I needed to celebrate. With a new pair of shoes.
Chapter Three: Changes Coming
I felt like a different person in the morning. My skin was shining perfect. Usually my hair was frizzy, like I spent a day in the rain forest, but that morning it was glossy. Each curl perfect as it bounced across my shoulders.
None of my clothes matched the new heels I bought the other day. I went through my roommates closet. Sarah stood scowling at me, arms folded across her chest.
“I didn’t even think you liked clothes.” She watched me carefully as I slipped out of my sweats right in front of her and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans.
Sarah’s eyebrows rose. “Damn girl, your ass is tight. I never noticed that before.”
I turned on tip toe, admiring my rear end in her full length mirror. I never noticed it either. In fact, I was pretty sure at one point it had been like cottage cheese. But now it was perky, small. Like I spent a lifetime in the gym doing squats.
But I hadn’t done anything like that.
She tore a shirt off the hanger and handed it to me. “That shirt will do well for you I think.”
“Thanks.” I pulled my shirt over my head and stopped at my reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t me. It was like a miracle.
Abs like a washboard, but with soft curves at the waist. Hips that were just wide enough to give me the perfect proportions and supple, soft and round breas
ts. Defying gravity even though I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I gasped, cupping them and was over taken by a tingle rushing through my body. I coughed, clearing my throat to hide how I was feeling. I hadn’t felt like that before ever. Horny? Could I be horny?
Sarah chuckled, almost like she could read my mind. She reached inside her closet and pulled out a shimmering halter top. “This one will stop heads all over campus.”
I pulled it on. I shouldn’t have been comfortable in it. It exposed cleavage at the top and my abs at the bottom. It was sinful. But the way it clung to me like a good boyfriend with soft hands…I love it.
My hips swiveled as I turned around. I put my hands on my hips. “How do I look?”
“Not like you at all.” Sarah smiled.
“And that’s a compliment, right?” I tossed my hair back and grabbed my book bag from the desk.
“Headed to class?” Sarah asked.
I shook my head no. “I have an appointment first.”
Sarah grimaced. “But don’t you have a test?”
Maybe I did, but at that moment, I wanted nothing but to see Dr. Jenkins. It was all I could think about.
****
“I’m Mary and I’m here to see Dr. Jenkins.” I had on my new sunglasses as I stood in the front lab room. I felt more confident and sexier than ever. When the lab technician showed me to my room, I removed them and slipped them into my purse.
“Have a seat.” The tech said before he left, but it was the last thing on my mind. I wanted the Doctor to see me standing. On what his injections had done to me. On the gift it had given me.
The thoughts I was having about him were wrong. I could control them. I knew I could. Was it wrong that I wanted him to think about me how I thought about him the day before? He was sexy, hot and he barely noticed me. I wanted to be noticed.
Poor shy Mary. But she’s so smart. So Smart. I wanted to be something other than smart. I wanted to be touched, used. I wanted pleasure.
My hands crept up my body, moving across my torso and over my breasts. My nipples tingled and I took a sharp intake of breath. I never felt like this before. Could it be the drugs?
Did I care? I had never felt or looked better. So why would I care?
The door opened and I pivoted on my heel. “Doctor.” I said it a lot huskier than I meant to. His eyes gave me the once over and then they did it again.
“Mary.” The shock on his face wasn’t nearly as pronounced as the shock in his voice. He took my hand and turned over my palm like he was looking for something. He rubbed my arm at the injection site. “I almost couldn’t believe it was you.”
I smiled and my eyes fluttered. “It’s me. I can’t believe how fast it worked. I feel incredible.” I struggled to take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling.
His eyes were all over me. Were they undressing me? I wasn’t sure. I really wanted them to. I never wanted anything so bad. But I knew that wasn’t who I was. Why were my desires for him so strong?
Dr. Jenkins hands were warm as they caressed my waist. I thought maybe he was going to kiss me, but instead he studied me. Looking at my waist, turning me to study my hips. Finally his blue eyes traveled back up and they fell onto my breasts. “Perfect.” He murmured.
It’s what I hoped he’d say.
“The medicine is working perfectly. This next injection, it’s going to change everything. Everything, if it works.” He shook his head and smiled. Dimples at the corner of his mouth were cute and seductive.
I wanted to eat them, lick them. I wanted his mouth all over my body. But instead he guided me into the big chair and tied my arm down for another injection.
All I could do was watch him as he sat down and pushed another needle into my arm. I leaned my head back and took in a big gasp. It hurt more than the last one. “Doctor.” I murmured. His face was so close to mine. His hot breath was against my face.
I put my hand in his hair and pushed his face down to mine. My heart pounded and my insides were tingling with joy. Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched and it felt so good. Our lips barely brushed against each other when he pulled away.
“We can’t Mary. Not yet.” Dr. Jenkins smiled. “But maybe soon if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m always a good girl.” I purred and it sounded nothing like me at all. I didn’t care though. I took his large, warm hand and rubbed it against my tight pussy. Right up against the jeans. Rubbed it real hard and I took a sharp intake of breath.
“Ohhh, Doctor.” How could he resist me?
But he did. Dr. Jenkins sat right up and I had to wonder what was the matter with me that he didn’t want me? Fury flashed in my cheeks.
I sat up and watched him leave the room. I snarled after him as he left. “I’ll show you, Doctor Jenkins. I’ll find a man that can’t resist me.”
I’d find him. And I knew exactly where to start looking.
Chapter Four: Hot in the Library
Joey was always in the library before noon with his tutor. When you were in college on a sports scholarship, you needed help in certain areas. Maybe it was a sterotype that was mean or whatever, but with Joey it was true.
He had his flaws but his perks started with his firm pecks. Pretty hot with light brown hair, a killer smile, and kind eyes. Not the smarted guy on campus, but I wasn’t looking for great conversation. All I wanted was that thing I always saw swelling in his jeans that were too sizes too tight.
Wasn’t hard to find him either. He always sat at the same table. Hunched over books, Joey’s hair swept across his eye in a sweet, way. Made me want to push it away for him.
I picked up a book and sauntered over to the table. I dropped it right at his feet. Posing so my ass stuck out, hands on my hips.
Startled he looked up.
“Oh,” I puckered my lips. “Do you think you can pick that up for me?”
Joey already had it in his hand and was standing to give it back to me. I forgot how tall he was. His pecks were invading my personal space.
“Thanks.” I was breathless as my hand passed over his. Not as soft as the doctor’s but I’d take them if they were mashed up against my breasts.
“Names Joey.” He said with charisma and self confidence just oozing out around him. It was something I used to lack.
But now I positioned my hips closer to him. It was like the tutor wasn’t even there. “Mary.”
He grinned with a chuckle. “There’s something about, Mary. Something indeed.”
Wasn’t the first time I heard that, but it was the first time the guy actually meant it.
“If you could help me with something,” I touched the collar of his shirt and my eye lids dropped seductively. “I’d love that.”
Joey shrugged. “What was it you had in mind?”
I threw my hair back. Tossing my ringlets across my back. “I have this itch. I need to scratch it so bad. But I can’t reach.” I pouted. “How about you help me? Over there?” I tossed my hand back to the bookcases. Non-fiction. Ancient history. Hardly ever used and I knew there was a janitor’s closet in the back. Ancient history was my specialty.
Joey rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. I’m pretty sure he knew exactly what it was I was talking about. But would he be willing to do what I wanted so publically? What if we got caught?
I was ripe with desire.
“Sure.” He smiled. “I’ll be right back.” He said to his tutor who was fuming mad at this point, but I couldn’t say I cared.
I bit my lip and my fingers toyed with his. I took the lead my hips swinging enough to get him to follow me. Glancing over my shoulder I could see he was enticed. He sped up to keep up.
Giggling, I ran and ducked down a row of bookcases near the end. Overhead, only one light was burning hot—like me. The others were burnt out. How romantic. It was perfect.
Perfect.
I peeked out and saw Joey was about to pass by. “Mary?”
“Over here.” I purred, grabbed him by th
e shoulders, I pulled him my way.
We stepped into the darkness, the shadows, and his hands took my hips like they were his. Like he owned me. His eyes lusted all over my body. Pretty sure I could see them undressing me.
“You are so hot.” He pushed his pelvis against my hip and I backed u against the bookcase. My chest heaved with a deep breath, running desire like a current of water just beneath the surface. My hands crept under his shirt. His skin was hairless and muscular. Harder than I expected for it to feel.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Joey took a deep breath, we were nose to nose. His hot breath was all over my face. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” His lips were right against mine. I wanted it so bad, I could taste it.
“I’ve been watching you.” I whispered. And then it happened. Finally.
Our lips met, passionate. Hot. Our burning breath against each other like meeting weather currents. Storms were rolling in. He shoved himself against me. His hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders. It was like we were dancing to private music in our own studio.
I leaned my head back, and Joey kissed my neck, his hands running down the length of my body. He made sure to pass over my nipples. It felt so incredible. I never felt like this before. My breath quivered and my face flushed hot.
Tugging on his jeans, I unzipped them and for a brief moment, Joey jarred. “Right here?” He asked incredulous.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” I pouted, my fingers dancing at his waist line. My finger traced down, feeling the swelling cock just within reach. My hand slid inside, gripping his balls. Joey’s eyes closed and he groaned.
“Baby, I’m not afraid of anything.” His kiss was forceful, shoving me back. The intensity scared me and that just turned me on more.
What was I doing? What was happening to me?
I didn’t know. But I didn’t care. As he unzipped my jeans and shook them down, I just wanted to finish this thing. Feel like what it was like to have a swollen cock inside me. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to feel what I’ve been missing. What did the party girls have over me that I didn’t have?
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