Ian peered into Dinah's breeding cell and watched her sleep. The baby inside her was big enough now that she had to sleep on her side with a pillow between her knees to keep her hips aligned. He watched as she slept fitfully, the baby's movements now very perceptible within her. He hated to wake her, but this may be the final session he has with her, so he chose to quietly enter the room.
Ian began readying the tray full of the necessary shots and pills for this hour of the day. The tinny clanking of the syringes against the tray must have woke Dinah, for he heard her sigh and roll over. He turned and gazed into her sleep-softened face.
"Hey," Ian said quietly to her, "you need to wake up. It's time for your medications and our session."
"Where have you been all morning? Did your meeting go well?"
Dinah's voice was still muzzy from slumber, and she rubbed her eyes sensuously, knocking the covers from her swollen tits. Ian noticed the areolas were dark and the nipples stood at high attention. His mouth watered as he thought of sucking them dry.
He drew up the medications in various syringes and she got on all fours, baring her ass for him to give her the vitamin and stimulant injections. She had begun to crave the sting of the shots – knowing that soon after, a peaceful warmth would spread and she would get hornier than she was at that very moment.
"mmmmmmmmmmm" The medication did it's work, and Dinah turned over on the bed, her protruding belly now bearing stretch marks and a distorted belly button was rivaled only by those magnificent tits and swollen, leaking pussy. She raised her arms and beckoned Ian to join her.
"Come here and let me suck your cock. I am so horny and I crave feeling you in my mouth ..."
Ian stepped close to her and allowed her to loosen the ties to his scrub pants. They fell away from him just as he leaned forward, his cock dangling near her mouth. That is when the scent hit her: the scent of another woman. If anyone can smell someone else's scent on a man, it's a pregnant woman.
Dinah backed off, pushing at Ian's hips.
"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to suck my cock?"
"I did until I smelled 'her' on you. Who was she? Was she good? Was she better than ME?"
Tears welled in the hormonal woman's eyes. Ian was torn between telling Dinah the whole truth of his love for her, and telling her that the sex with this other woman was 'just business and meant nothing'. He didn't know where to begin. It was then that Damian arrived at Dinah's door.
"Hello? Uh ... I'm Damian. I suppose that Ian has told you why I'm ...:" Just then, Damian looked down and realized that Dinah was completely nude and Ian was nude from the waist down. "... oh, sorry. I guess I should come back later?"
Ian rose and pulled up his scrub pants. "No ... no. I was just about to tell Dinah of the changes in plans. Dinah, Damian here will take over your care from now on. I have to go away for a while ..."
Panic rose in Dinah. She had always held the fantasy that Ian was falling in love with her and that somehow she would be able to keep this baby and this nightmare would be over. She fantasized about a family and a little house in the country. But those fantasies came crashing down as Damian entered the room. There was a palpable tension from Ian as well, much like one observes when watching a documentary on the territorial nature of lions.
Damian finally spoke: "I can see you've given Dinah her medications. I'm sure she's ready for her treatment, so why don't you administer it this one last time and I will go to the office and work on some paperwork. Dinah, I will be back later and we can get better acquainted."
"Thank you," Dinah said quietly, her eyes cast downward in fear that these men would see her heart breaking. Her lower lip trembled and she fought back the hot, stinging tears that danced in the corners of her eyes.
Damian retreated from the room, and Ian rushed over to Dinah, gathering her in his strong arms. Feeling the warmth of his body next to her, she buried her face in his chest and cried in big, heaving sobs.
"WWhhyyyyy??" It was the only word she could muster. It was the only word that echoed through her very soul.
"I can't do this anymore, Dinah," Ian whispered softly. "I can't watch the baby grow inside you and fall more and more in love with you every day, knowing that this is my JOB. This is my livelihood. This is not supposed to hurt anyone, but this time it does. It is hurting us both."
He rocked Dinah as she sobbed against his chest, her tears wetting his scrub top as he continued to talk softly to her: "All my life, I've been told that I was worthless. That I would never amount to anything, never get a job worth any money ... all the things that parents say in anger at their own lives. I found this place and I found my calling: making babies and taking care of women while they have them. And I've been good at it up to now, because I can – or I could – separate this from love. I've made good money. I've made good, strong babies that have made many childless couples happy. And it was easy because I didn't want to be tied down. I had no desire to have what we were giving to all those childless couples out there. But then you came here, Dinah, and there was just something about you. There have been hundreds of innocents before you – I've popped a lot of cherries, I've sewed a lot of seed, I've helped to bring a lot of babies into this world. Up to this point, this has worked well for me. But then you came a long and I ... I ... well, frankly, I was undone from the second that I saw you."
Dinah turned her face up to Ian, her cheeks wet with tears. "I can't be with anyone else, Ian. I don't want anyone else's ...y'know ... cock ... inside me. I don't want anyone else to deliver our baby ..."
