Months passed like days, days like months for Dinah. At first, her body's rebellion was a bit disconcerting: her feet would sometimes swell, her breasts got even heavier, her tummy began to bulge then protrude, and her skin became dry and itchy. At first, she was constantly nauseated, then a bit later, she became absolutely ravenous.
The most interesting part for her, though, was feeling the baby move for the first time. It began like a tickle deep in her pelvis like gas bubbles, only in the front of her body.
"OOOH!" Dinah startle Ian with her cry.
"Is something wrong? Do you hurt? Are you bleeding?" The terror in his voice shocked even him: he had been through this hundreds of times. Why was he so freaked out now?
"No, I'm okay. Just this really funny sensation ..."
"Tell me where."
Dinah took Ian's hand and placed it over her slightly round belly. "Right here," she said, pressing his hand into her warm flesh. Ian held his hand there for a long time and finally another cry came from her lips: "There! Did you feel that? It feels like bubbles or something"
"Yes, I felt it just a little bit. I think it might've been our ... er... the baby." Ian blushed as he realized what he had said. "I need to go ... I have a meeting." He almost left skid marks running from Dinah's breeding cell.
An hour later, Ian sat in Dr. Pritchett's office. Dr. Pritchett was the acting chief of the clinic, and a rather striking woman in her own right. Having risen from the ranks of breeding partner to the chief of the clinic was no small feat, but Aurora Pritchett was one determined gal. She used the money she was paid for having babies to fund her college and medical school tuitions, taking correspondence classes when she was too far along to attend classes. She would have the baby, then go right back to school – finishing with her degree in just six short years.
She was a striking woman of 45 with still-perfect breasts, beautiful chestnut hair and flashing green eyes. There wasn't a cock in the whole facility that didn't get rock hard when Aurora walked into the room, even though she was not a model thin woman. Her innate sensuality swallowed up all the air whenever she was around and her confident manner had men begging for just a morsel of her attentions.
Dr. Aurora Pritchett eyed the strapping young Breeder across the desk from her. His portfolio said it all:
Ian McLaren. 32 years of age. Drug and disease free. Prolific breeder having sired 2 babies per year for the past 8 years. Works better when placed with only one partner at a time. Seems to remain detached and able to perform his duties, displaying a certain concern with out getting involved.
Dr. Pritchett's green eyes settled on Ian's face. "So, what brings you here to see me, Ian? Are things with your breeding partner not going well?"
"No, Doctor ... I mean, yes, Doctor ... I mean ..." Ian began to wriggle in the seat, obviously uncomfortable with speaking to Dr. Pritchett about the subject he has come to address. "I mean ... Dinah is doing very well, her pregnancy is progressing nicely, and our sessions are still very good. But I feel that I must ask for her to be turned over to another Breeder ..."
Dr. Pritchett came around to Ian's side of the desk. Her suit skirt was very short, but loose. She wore no hose, and her tanned thighs were exposed to Ian as she slid up to sit on the desk. Her blouse was cut very low, with only a couple of buttons holding it around her. Ian couldn't help but stare and swallow hard, a lump forming in his scrub pants.
"So, you're saying that you don't want to work with ... did you say her name was Dinah? ...anymore?"
"Yes, ma'am. I feel that I am becoming involved with this pregnancy."
"I see. Well that IS a problem, Ian, and one that I shall take into consideration. Perhaps you just need to clear your head by, oh, say, having sex with another woman?"
All the breath left Ian momentarily as Dr. Aurora Pritchett reached up and unbuttoned the two or three buttons holding her blouse together, allowing him to see her ample tits straining inside a lacy bra.
"Do you see anything that might help you regain your focus, Ian?"
"Uh ... maybe, ma'am"
Ian was usually in such control with his breeding partners, but this woman undid him. It was clear that SHE was in control and he was just an instrument in her pleasure. He knew, however, that if he played his cards right, his pleasure would be seen to as well.
Aurora rose from her seat and stepped to Ian, pulling him into a standing position. She took his hands and held them against her warm, swelling tits, and helped him carefully brush her blouse from her shoulders. Ian's instincts then kicked in and he stepped even closer, reaching around and unhooking Aurora's bra, pulling it from her ample frame. Her tits bore the markings of the breast pump that was used on her: her nipples stood out about an inch and were large and dark. Ian took one into his mouth and began to suckle, drawing a soft moan from Aurora.
While he suckled, Ian pushed his hand up under Dr. Pritchett's skirt and found the wetness of her panties. He raised his head and gave her a look that questioned whether he could remove the rest of her clothing. She pushed him away, then began to do a little strip-tease dance as she removed the remainder of her clothing.
"Sit in my chair, Ian," she said, moving them both around to the other side of the desk. "I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my pussy."
"Put on your lab coat. Please. It's a real turn-on ..."
Aurora tilted her head to one side as if thinking about Ian's request. She went over to her coat tree and retrieved a longer coat and slipped it over her shoulders, leaving it gapped open in the front.
"Like this?"
