by Alyson Belle
But James and I were no better off than they were. Just yards away from them, I was already thrusting my ass high into the air and dropping my tits into the dirt, squirming with need for James’ big fat cock, groaning and pleading for him to take me and fuck me like the hot little slut I was.
He slammed himself inside of my pussy, lighting up my body like an electric grid of pleasure. His hands grasped the sides of my ass in a tight, unescapable grip—not that I wanted to escape the delightful sensation of having my ass massaged and groped—and he rammed himself into me again and again, pounding my tight little pussy into submission.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I cried. “You fucker, James, I will get you, for this.”
“Shut up, and submit, to my cock, you slut,” he replied, banging me happily.
I was so mad at him, and so mad at Jeeves, for throwing us into this orgy of intense sexual desire, but it felt so goddamn good. All I could do was bite my lip and take it in the pussy like a good little girl, squirming on her master’s cock and totally at his mercy while James had his way with me. I was forced to enjoy it, and my hormones ensured I loved every minute of it.
The roaring, pounding rush of my orgasm began to grow between my ears, and wild sensations of pleasure began to bloom like orgiastic flowers in my crotch, fiery and delightful. I began to shake and pant and whine all at the same time, bucking back against James with a frenzied need, my nipples hardening into points at the end of my bouncing, wobbling breasts as I came hard on the girth of his giant cock.
“Fuuuuuck,” he growled, yanking me back hard against his crotch as he began to come, pumping load after load of hot semen into me. I writhed in ecstasy, feeling the sticky seed fill me up, satisfying a primal need demanded by my feminine form even though I was already pregnant with his child.
He released me and rolled over onto the soft, leafy ground, while I collapsed forward into a panting, shaking ball, enjoying the orgasm that was still rippling through my body in wave after wave of delightful sensations.
I swallowed and relaxed, luxuriating against the cool, soft earth in the aftermath of a good, proper fucking. It felt so damn right to get pounded like that, and it just made me more furious at James that I felt that way. He was trapping me in a woman’s body and forcing me to enjoy it until I submitted to his will.
But I was James T. Mitchell, damn it—not some airheaded bimbo that was going to go easily along with his evil plan to steal everything from me.
William and the women had finished as well, and as everyone laid on the ground, panting and recovering from Jeeves’ crazy orgy, I crawled toward the bush where I’d left the MID, determined to end this once and for all.
Chapter 17
“Excellent work, everyone,” Jeeves intoned. “Your oxytocin levels are all very high in the wake of your sexual release.” He floated and buzzed with his beeping lights for a moment. “Unfortunately, there are still high levels of aggression and frustration detected in the group. I regret to have to resort to such advanced measures, but I have been instructed to trigger your natural protective instincts for one another in order to decrease the chances of harm for such rare specimens as yourselves.”
That doesn’t sound very good, I thought. How is he going to trigger our natural protective instincts?
I froze as Jeeves spun in a tight circle, blasting green rays out toward me, Minny, and Lindsay. The cool energy washed over me, making my whole body feel woozy, and I rolled onto my back to rest, the MID momentarily forgotten.
“What did you do to us?” I gasped.
“Nothing that will harm you, mistress,” Jeeves assured me. “Lindsay and Minny have both also become pregnant in the last several hours, and I have simply accelerated the natural human development process in all three of you to an extreme degree. The men will be less inclined to show aggression toward you and vice versa in late stages of pregnancy, judging by your biological information.”
My eyes widened in shock, while Minny laughed. Lindsay smiled at her.
I placed my hands on my stomach and looked down at them—my womb was already feeling tight and strange, as though the child inside me was rapidly growing. To my horror, I began to balloon up, my stomach swelling as the baby inside of me was artificially pushed to grow at an outrageous rate. Minny and Lindsay experienced a similar effect, both of them swelling up like overripe melons. Neither of them seem to be particularly perturbed by the strange turn of events. In fact, the two of them seemed utterly delighted to find themselves now the equivalent of eight months pregnant, judging by the warm smiles they shared with one another and the cries of delight as they placed their hands protectively over their new, swollen wombs.
I gaped at them in shock, briefly overwhelmed and stunned as I adjusted to all of the sensations of my new very pregnant body. My breasts had swollen along with my womb, painfully filling with milk that I would soon need to nurse the baby inside of me, and all of this new weight on my tiny form caused my back and ankles to ache painfully. I placed my hands on my lower back and leaned backwards, trying to shift myself into a position that was less uncomfortable, but there seems to be no avoiding it now that I was so very pregnant. Compared to the lithe, svelte body I had inhabited moments before, I now felt like an overstuffed hippopotamus that had had a few too many meals. How do women do this? It’s absolutely awful.
I couldn’t decide if I was furious at Jeeves for doing this to me, grateful that he’d saved me seven months of feeling this way, or anxious about having to repeat this problem over and over again for the rest of my natural life.
“Maybe Jeeves is right, Lana.” William was looking at me with a concerned expression on his face. “We’re the last humans alive, and it’s our mission to repopulate the earth. You’re so very pregnant, and soon there’ll be a brand-new baby to take care of. It’s really unfortunate what happened to you, but maybe you should just accept it and learn to deal with your new life circumstances. You probably don’t want to mess around with technology that we don’t fully understand.”
I couldn’t believe it. William was supposed to be on my side, and yet I was losing his support just because I was suddenly ultra-pregnant? Jeeves hadn’t been kidding about the instinct to protect pregnant women. There wasn’t anyone I could count on but myself, apparently. Both the James and William were looking at all three of us women with dopey, protective expressions. Instinctively, I wanted to submit to them and accept their protection, but intellectually I knew nothing about the situation had changed. I cursed. It was all my stupid female hormones, pushing me into feeling and thinking things that I would never think if I was approaching things with a cool, rational head.
Even if I was as round as a beached whale now, I still had a mission to carry out. But before I could begin to crawl toward the MID again, William drew closer to me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me. His gaze brushed over my breasts, my swollen belly, and my exposed pussy that James had had his way with moments earlier.
“What is it?” I was worried about grabbing the MID while he was so focused on me, now that he was concerned for my safety. I needed to find a way to distract him, in case he’d try to prevent me from using it.
“I’ve always found you beautiful, Captain, but this late pregnancy… You’re just so gorgeous like that. I don’t think I can… That is, would it be okay if…?”
“Spit it out, Ensign,” I snapped at him. “You can do anything you want as long as you stay out of my way when it comes time to take back what’s rightfully mine.”
Then I saw the swelling bulge in his pants, and I immediately regretted my words. How could William possibly be attracted to me when I looked like this? I knew that some men were attracted to women when they were pregnant, but I hadn’t imagined that William would be one of those. Perhaps it was just a side effect of our new supercharged hormones. I couldn’t blame him. My panties got soaked every time I got the slightest whiff of sex, regardless of what I was supposed to be focused on. With Jeeves messing with our h
ormone levels, it stood to reason that the men would be going crazy for us.
And he wasn’t the only one. Now that I had sex on the brain, I was already feeling that familiar yearning between my legs, although I couldn’t believe it since I had had sex only moments before! I groaned.
“Will this stupid female body ever get enough sex?” I wondered out loud. “I’m already pregnant! I don’t have time for this!”
But my body disagreed. I was overcome with a need to feel William’s quivering, rock-hard cock slide between my legs. I sighed. Fucking him until he was too tired to move was probably my best option to distract him, anyway. I was just going to have to give in and let him have his way with me. I knew that nothing else would satisfy us, and I also couldn’t afford to be lost with lust when I finally pulled out the MID to attack James.
I rolled onto my back and allowed William to take me, spreading my legs as wide as I could while using my hands to try to keep my swollen belly out of his way. He fell upon me in a frenzy of lust, kissing and licking my belly, my thighs, and nuzzling his face into my soft, golden patch of hair that was slick with my juices. His tongue flicked in and out, expertly attending to me and coasting softly up and down the length of my crack as he tasted me. He moaned with delight, and I threw my head back in ecstasy at the pleasurable sensation of his wet, probing ministration.
My need continued to grow, and when I’d gotten so hot and bothered that I was whining and squirming and begging for his cock, he shifted his position so that he was able to hold both of my ankles in the air and spread me wider while he gently eased himself inside of me. He began to fuck me hard and rhythmically, pumping me and causing my oversized body to sway with the motion of his thrusts. It was a weird sensation, but not uncomfortable. Rather, it almost made my pleasure more intense to have so much more of my body to swing around and tease me with new sensations. All of the aches I had felt earlier dulled and then vanished with the blooming of the intense sexual pleasure unfolding between my legs.
“Oh God, oh yeah, holy fuck, you feel so fucking good. I can’t believe I’m finally banging a pregnant chick!” William cried, lost in his own ecstasy as he continued to pound me.
I blushed, having never felt so much like a sexual object before. There was a gush of wetness between my legs, and I realized that being used like this made me feel incredibly turned on. Why were these new body’s sensations so confusing? I knew I shouldn’t like being objectified in this way, but I really, really did, and it was just making me hotter and wilder to think about myself like that as William neared his climax.
I felt him surge up inside of me and then explode, filling every crack inside of me with his sticky, white seed. I gasped as it spread, feeling the heat of it inside my body. There was so much that it spilled out onto my thighs, and a sudden rush of my own explosive warmth pushed me over the brink into a screaming orgasm. Wave after wave of incredible sensation rolled through my body, and I shuddered at the involuntary convulsions of my pussy and legs as I came again and again.
Say what you will about being a woman, but this multiple orgasms thing was simply incredible. There were lots of things about Lana’s body I hated, but that was one I was going to miss when this was all over and I was firmly back in control of my own body and the entire harem.
William rolled off of me and heaved onto his back, sighing happily. Despite my pleasurable wooziness, I stayed focused. I managed to rotate onto my stomach and get to my knees, feeling only a little like an overturned turtle, and closed the remaining distance to the bush where I had thrown the MID. I needed to get this done before yet another sexual opportunity presented itself and distracted me.
I frantically felt around in the soft grass, searching for the tiny gun, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. Is this the right bush? How can I have lost it?
“Looking for this?” James’s voice rang out.
I looked over my shoulder to see him holding the MID up in front of him. He had it pointed right at me.
Chapter 18
“James, wait!” I cried. I stood frozen, afraid to even move, and felt a cool trickle of sweat run between my shoulder blades as I waited to see what James would do.
“I can’t believe you were going to use this on me even after what Lindsay told us.” He shook his head at me. “Really, Lana? I expect better of you. You took an oath, you know. An oath to do whatever it takes to restart the human race, and now that you find yourself in a position to do so, you’re jeopardizing the lives of some of the last living humans for a selfish vendetta to try to achieve something you know you can’t have. Is it really that important to you?”
The rest of the group stared at the two of us, watching our stand-off, and for a moment I was assailed by doubt. His words stung, because in my heart I knew he was right. I felt conflicted between the duty to my mission and my desire to be restored to my original body and have justice for the theft of it… assuming that was even possible.
The air was thick with tension, and I felt completely and utterly powerless for the first time in my life. At more than 15 paces away from James, there was no way my oversized pregnant body could rush in time to do anything, even if he wasn’t much stronger than me, and I knew now that no one else in our group would intervene on my behalf.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked him. “You win, James. I’m at your mercy.”
He frowned. “That’s the problem, though, Lana. I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t trust me?” I nearly wailed. Anger flared up in me, and I curled my delicate fists and took a step toward him. “We can hand wave it away all we want, tell me to adjust, force me to accept the circumstances of being your stupid, pregnant, harem bimbo, but let’s face facts. You stole my body, you stole my place at the head of this harem, and you did it for purely selfish reasons. And all of you know it!” I swung an accusatory finger at the group, pointing to each in turn. They at least had the decency to look guilty. “So yes, James. Maybe we can’t reverse it. And maybe there’s nothing I can do about it. But don’t sit here and tell me I’m the one who’s selfish for simply wanting to right the wrong you did me. You won, like I said. You outmaneuvered the smartest, strongest, fastest man at West Point. Are you satisfied? Well, are you?”
I finished my diatribe nearly shouting and then stood there breathing hard, facing him down and waiting for him to dismantle my argument piece by piece and win the crowd over like he always did. It wouldn’t be difficult to paint me as an overly-emotional, hormonal, frantic woman acting out in frustration and making wild accusations. But then I noticed that his expression had changed, and the MID wavered in mid-air. His eyes had darkened with something that looked suspiciously like pity—I’m not sure if it was my words, or the pregnant woman pulling at his biological heart strings, or the weight of his own crimes against me, but what he said next shocked me.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “What I did was wrong. I set it all up, and arranged for our bodies to be resurrected with the wrong memories, knowing that if we were ever awoken they’d have the technology to do so. I am every bit as selfish as you are. But don’t you see? I didn’t want to spend the rest of my waking days churning out mewling baby after mewling baby any more than you do now, although I still wanted to be part of this experiment. Who wouldn’t want the chance to live forever? To be the progenitor of a new race? There was no option for a woman to join the USHPS unless she was willing to be a breed-cow, and so I took matters into my own hands. You were an unfortunate casualty in that plan, James. I am sorry, for what it’s worth.”
Silence fell upon the clearing, and an uneasy tension remained after James’ confession.
“So now what?” I asked him.
He sighed. “I am a man of character, despite what you think of me.”
“You’re not a man at all,” I snapped.
“Nevertheless, I say that we put it to the group. We five are the only humans left. What is the appropriate thing to do? I say we take a vote.”
Lindsay shook her head. “And I still must insist that it’s not safe. I’m sorry, Lana, I really am, but if you had seen the brain scan readings I have… it’s unnerving.”
“That’s two against using the MID and one for it.” James walked to the center of the clearing, just a few paces from me, and turned his back to me while he addressed Minny and William. “And you two? What do you think?”
“I’m not sure,” Minny said. Confusion wavered behind her pretty eyes as she looked from me to James and back. “I want the group to be happy, but if Lana is willing to take the risk, I think James might owe her that much.”
I couldn’t believe that it was to be Minny who finally took my side in this debacle, but my eyes were fixed on the MID held loosely in James’ right hand, just a few paces away. I could see from this distance that the device was still on Minny’s setting, although James had correctly flipped the switch to IMPLANT so that he could use it on me if needed. I moistened my lips and tensed my legs. He’s not so far. I can close that distance quickly, even waddling with this baby. But can I wrestle it away from him fast enough to shoot him? Minny in James’ body would be much more pliable and easy to deal with, especially since she was apparently predisposed to support me on this, and then I would have all the time I needed to convinced the group to let me overwrite myself onto James and get Minny into Lana’s body, taking the original Lana completely out of the picture.