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Fertilized in the Lab
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You can’t stop progress. Sure, once upon a time I was an idealistic college student bent on changing the world one molecule at a time. I thought getting a degree in genetics meant that I could save the world through science.
Then I joined the real world.
The real world doesn’t care about your ideals or your dreams. The real world cares about profits, and if you spend enough time in that world, that’s what you start to care about as well.
That’s how I ended up as the chief plant geneticist for Nonsanta Inc, global superpower of genetically modified crops. And like it or not, we were a superpower with the ability to crush anyone who opposed us.
Today we had a press junket. I always hated having to put on the fake smiles for the press when they toured the facility, but it came with the job. I was close to a breakthrough with a self-pollinating soybean plant I had been working on for months, and the last thing I wanted was to waste time schmoozing with the self-important talking heads of the press.
Our head of PR waltzed the four reporters through my lab. I tuned out her drone of “changing the face of science today,” “creating new, more efficient crops,” and “feeding the world.” I glanced up and answered questions when prompted, but beyond that I ignored them. I was far too intent on mixing the various compounds that would one day lead to the self-pollinating, super prolific plant I was hoping for.
The group filed out of the room, leaving me with silence and peace and I found myself getting lost in my work. Hours passed and I did little more than pause for a few brief sips of water. The other workers had cleared out hours ago, leaving for families and home lives that I didn’t have.
I was preparing to mix two fairly volatile compounds to test a theory when a voice only inches away from my ear asked, “What are you mixing up now?” Startled by the sound in a seemingly empty room, my hand jerked and I ended up pouring the full dose from vial A into vial B, instead of the few drops I had intended.
Neither vial contained anything dangerous or toxic to humans, so I carefully put the ruined experiment down and whirled around to face the intruder. One of the reporters stood there, looking mildly amused at my surprise and annoyance. Despite my irritation, I couldn't help but notice how cute he was. Dark hair fell in soft waves around his face and piercing blue eyes stared at me with an appraising look. He glanced at the vials on the table and then turned his attention back to me. "Making more of your frankenplants to destroy nature?" he asked.
I glared at him, and suddenly realized where I recognized him from. “You’re Parker Lewis from that eco-terrorist website.”
“Eco-warrior,” he corrected sharply.
“How did you get in here?” Cautiously I began backing away from him, trying to get closer to the door.
“Fake IDs are surprisingly easy to come by when you know the right people,” he said, maneuvering himself between me and the door. “I’m going to need some information on what you’re working on.”
"You're crazy if you think I'm telling you anything!" I snapped, becoming acutely aware of the rising temperature in the room. A sweet smell permeated the air, like honey mixed with some unidentifiable spice. A pale gold mist was rising from the mixed vials, and, instead of feeling alarmed like any sane person would I began feeling. . . aroused.
I pulled off my lab coat, and through the thin white button down I wore underneath you could see my nipples standing up like bullets. My breasts ached and I desperately wanted this hippie hacker to put his hands on them.
"Do you smell something?" I asked, clutching the edge of the table as arousal flooded through my body. My knees felt weak and my pussy was absolutely dripping. One glance at Parker told me the scent was affecting him just as much. The front of his khakis was tented out with a huge erection that threatened to split the zipper, and all I could think of was how very badly I wanted to tug down that zipper and wrap my lips around the surprise inside.
“What’s happening?” he demanded. “Is this one of your experiments?”
Feeling as though my body was on fire, I yanked off my shirt, sending buttons flying around the room. The low cut, lacy bra I wore did nothing to conceal my hard nipples and all I could think of was that I needed it off right now.
Parker seemed to have the same idea. I hadn't noticed that he had moved closer to me until I felt his erection brush against my ass. His strong hand cupped my swollen and aching breasts before ripping my bra off. The arousing scent that flowed through the air seemed to have increased his strength because he tore the fabric and lace like it was made of paper.
My tits bounced free and his hands honed in on my sensitive nipples like guided beacons. His rough fingers pinched those hard nubs and my knees buckled as the sensations went straight to my hungry cunt. I moaned, pressing my ass back against his steel-hard cock, my pencil skirt riding up.
“I don’t know what you’ve been brewing up in here,” Parker growled, pushing me down against the metal table. The cool metal felt fantastic against my fevered skin, and it seemed to make my already diamond hard nipples even harder.
My fingers clenched at the edge of the table and the two vials tipped over. The thick, honey scent grew even stronger in the air around us.
Parker pushed my snugly fitting skirt up, bunching the fabric around my waist. His hand dipped between my legs and found my sodden center. Those strong fingers massaged my mound, grinding the soaking wet fabric into my sensitive skin, and I whimpered, a loud needy sound that I barely recognized as coming from my own mouth.
“I don’t know what you did,” Parker said, tugging on the fabric until it gave way under his fingers and dropping the ruined lace on the floor. He opened up his zipper with an agonizing slowness, I craned my neck to get a proper view of the organ that was about to split me open like a ripe peach. I shivered in anticipation at the sight of his cock. It had to be at least nine inches and it was thick enough to fill up every part of me. Maybe organically grown was the way to go!
Parker lined the thick head of his cock up against my opening. I shuddered in pleasure as that blunt head pressed against me, so close but not giving me what I was aching for.
I should have been concerned that I was ready to let myself be fucked by a man that I had just met, who I doubted even knew my name. I should have been worried about the effects of the tantalizing vapors we were inhaling and the sticky gold fluid that coated the table as well as my hands and breasts. Instead, all that mattered to me was getting that sexy farmer to spear me with his impressive length.
“You did something to make this happen,” he moaned as he began pushing forward, inch after inch sliding into my slick channel. “This is why toying with nature is wrong. Sometimes nature decides to toy with you.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I growled, bucking my hips back and urging him to press in deeper.
Without another word, he jerked forward until I felt his balls brush against my thighs, the wiry hair tickling my soft skin. No surprise that this particular man went all natural. I preferred the slash and burn approach, something he discovered when h
is hand snaked down my front to slide in between my folds. His fingers felt rough over my shaved skin, and I cried out as he found my clit, his hips pistoning as he plowed my like one of those organic fields he loved so well.
The fluid from vials dripped down my chest as I rocked back against him. The now empty glassware rolled off the table to shatter on the cement floor as his pounding thrusts shifted the sturdy table. The golden liquid mixed with my sweat to drip down to where Parker's fingers worked on my clit, stroking my swollen nub in earnest. As that powerful serum made contact with the skin of my most intimate area I shrieked in a pleasure that was almost beyond my comprehension.
I could feel every inch of his cock, rubbing against my inner walls with each pounding thrust. The slap of his balls against my thighs, wet with my own juices, sounded like music. But above all came the awareness that there was no barrier between us, chemical or physical. I could feel his balls tightening and I knew he was close to coming and filling my hungry pussy with his seed, and somehow I knew with absolute certainty that his seed would take hold.
“I want you to fill me up with your come,” I moaned, feeling like a dog in heat, desperate for the satisfaction that only a cock can bring.
The same awareness seemed to be going through Parker. “You can spread your evil seeds in other fertile fields, and I will spread my seed in yours!” he roared, pressing his thumb hard against my clit as he slammed into me one last time, the thrust almost lifting me off my feet. I felt his cock pulse inside me, releasing the hot jets of his come and rocketing me into my own orgasm. My inner muscles clenched and squeezed his cock, milking him of every drop of come and pulling it into my womb where the seed would take hold.
Gasping for breath, I slumped down against the table as Parker withdrew his softening cock from me. Already, I could feel the tendrils of life growing in me, fed by the strange chemicals we were both covered in. I pulled down my skirt to cover myself, uncomfortably aware of the come dripping down my thighs. I snatched a spare lab coat off the back of my chair and wrapped it around myself, the fabric sticking to my skin.
“You’re pregnant,” Parker said, matter-of-factly. “I can see the seed growing in you already.”
Without another word, I grabbed my purse from the counter and ran from the room.
*****
Days went by and my pregnancy grew more obvious with each passing day. Two weeks passed and my breasts were growing and my stomach had already begun to swell. A month and my belly had grown huge. Something in that chemical mix had accelerated the growth to an almost alarming pace.
Even worse, I was absolutely climbing the walls with arousal. My fingers and even my trusty vibrator did nothing to alleviate the constant sexual frustration. My nipples were constantly hard, my pussy was constantly dripping and nothing I could do brought me any relief.
I knew what I really needed.
I got in my car and drove. I had no idea where I was going, only that I was following the siren call of the thick cock of that tree hugger that had gotten me into this mess.
I drove for miles and miles, leaving the city and crisscrossing back country roads before finally arriving at the gates of a small farm. The hand painted sign read "Haven Valley" but the intercom system attached to the locked gate belied its quaint atmosphere. Before I had the chance to push the talk button on the intercom, the gate swing open. Someone was obviously expecting me.
Parker met me on the steps of the large farmhouse at the end of the bumpy dirt road. As soon as I caught sight of him, it was like any control I had over my body faded away. If Parker was surprised by the rapid development of my pregnancy, he didn’t show it. Instead, right there on the front porch and in full view of anyone that might come by he tugged down my top to expose a bare breast. All my bras were far too small for my newly milk engorged breasts, so I hadn’t bothered to wear one. Dropping to his knees in front of me, Parker wrapped his lips around my stiff nipple and began suckling, drawing my sweet milk into his mouth and drinking deeply.
The sensation of his tongue circling my nipple was too much for my over-stimulated and hormone-addled nerves. An orgasm crashed over me that buckled my knees and soaked my panties through. I cried out Parker’s name as I shook and shivered, wracked with pleasure, bare-breasted and on my knees on the porch of an unfamiliar house.
Parker stood up and wiped the remnants of my milk from his lips. The front of his jeans was tented out by his cock, and I became aware that from my kneeling position his impressive bulge was right at eye level. Or should I say mouth level?
Parker smirked as though he could read my mind and slowly unfastened his zipper. His large organ popped free from the worn denim and hit my lips, leaving a smear of pre-come across my mouth. Overcome with a need to take more of his seed into myself, I opened my mouth and swallowed him down, far beyond caring if anyone else saw us.
Parker’s cock tasted of salt and sweat and I took every inch into my throat. My sensible rose colored lipstick wore away as my lips stretched across his girth, and I wondered what I must look like to anyone observing us - kneeling on the splintered wood, gobbling down the cock of a near stranger with one breast out on display and my giant pregnant belly rising like a mountain in between us.
I was jerked back to reality when I felt Parker hit the back of my throat. My face was pressed against the hard muscles of his stomach and his wiry pubic hair tickled my skin. Parker’s hands tangled in my blonde hair, gripping the strands tightly and began thrusting in earnest, yanking on my scalp when I tried to pull away in momentary surprise.
Hungry for everything he was willing to give me, I relaxed my throat and opened my mouth as wide as I was able, letting him fuck my mouth with the same amount of force he had pounded my pussy with only a few weeks ago. His balls slapped against my chin with every thrust and instead of wanting him to stop I wanted more.
I slipped my hand down the front of my skirt, around the vast expanse of my swollen belly and found my clit, the aching little bundle of nerves demanding to be touched. The soft pads of my own fingers didn’t give the delicious friction that Parker’s had, but at this point I just needed something.
Parker’s thrusts were growing faster and the steady rhythm was getting erratic. He was close, and the hunger in me was growing. Just as I had desperately wanted him to come inside my pussy back in the lab, I hungered for him to spill his come in my mouth so I could swallow his seed down. I was really starting to see the appeal in organic fertilizer.
My fingers rubbed busily at my clit, but the tried and true methods that had gotten me off in minutes a month ago did nothing but make me hornier now. Parker groaned loudly and yanked on my hair so hard that my scalp ached before flooding my mouth with his hot come.
I drank it down greedily, sucking on his pulsing dick like it was filled with my favorite flavor of ice cream. It took a moment for my hormone filled brain to register that his come actually did taste sweet. It wasn’t the subtle sweet flavor of a conscientious man who gorges on pineapple before a big date. It legitimately tasted like honey was pouring out of his cock.
When the last drops had been swallowed down, I let Parker’s softening manhood slip from my lips. Finally letting go of my hair, he tucked himself away and hauled me to my feet. Taking me by the hand, he lead me inside the house and I followed on shaky legs.
*****
The inside of the house was a weird mixture of computer geek and flower child. Every square inch of space that wasn’t covered with computer equipment had one potted plant or another growing on it. When I followed him through another door, the honey scent grew almost overpowering.
He closed the bedroom door and I sank down on the bed, my limbs weak with arousal. I peeled off my clothes and sprawled back on the soft green blankets, my ample breasts and rounded stomach rising like hills from my slender frame. My legs fell apart of their own accord, inviting him inside.
Parker shed his clothes quickly and joined me on the bed, his cock already stirring despite hav
ing come only minutes ago.
“What is this?” I asked, trying to cut through the haze of arousal long enough for some answers. “What’s happening to us?”
Parker ducked his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth, suckling more milk like a hungry child. “It has to be those chemicals,” he murmured, tugging on my other nipple with his free hand until I felt my milk begin to flow over his fingers. “What were you brewing up in there?”
Parker began kissing his way down my body, following the contours of my belly before reaching the apex of my thighs. “Nothing harmful,” I said, my voice cutting off into a shriek as Parker lowered his mouth onto my throbbing cunt. “It was a gene for self-pollination that I was working on. It’s confidential but honeybee DNA was added to the plant— fuck Parker, right there!” I forgot my explanation when his tongue slipped inside my quivering opening.
