Fertile Voyages

Author's Note: This story covers a wide range of genres from breeding, voyeurism, group sex, and other similar themes. All characters are over 18.

I closed my eyes and grunted in pain. The bright overhead fluorescent hospital lights were strangely one of my least favorite things about giving birth.

"One more big push, Chrissy. You got this!," the nurse said as I inhaled deeply and gave it my best.

"Here she comes, here she comes, OK, OK," my doctor said.

After a moment's pause and some crying, I got to see my daughter. She was dark skinned. After three deliveries and four babies, I now had another half black kid to go along with a two year old half black son.

I held my baby for a few minutes before a nurse took her away to be cleaned up and checked out. My doctor, after realizing everything was fine, gave me a congratulations and said something about needing to go make rounds before also leaving me.

One nurse remained with me as she cleaned up my hospital room. Giving birth was a messy affair, as I have come to learn multiple times.

I let out a sigh, finally relaxing for a bit, as the euphoria, adrenaline, and pain started to fade.

"Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" the nurse asked. She looked to be about 30 or so, and I know I have seen her before.

"Why not?" I replied, adjusting the pillow behind me a bit.

"I've been in your deliveries before. You have a lot of kids, right? Different races. I've never seen a man with you before...", the nurse asked, her voice trailing, almost as if she was realizing the somewhat inappropriateness of the question these days.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm just...curious."

"It's ok," I said, pausing to figure out how to answer the question, one I've danced around before with acquaintances and friends. "It's kind of a long, strange story."

"I have time. I've got to get the room cleaned up and change out your IV," she said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Melissa," she said, pointing to her name tag, which I could barely read at this point in the day.

"Ok Melissa. Story time it is," I said, pausing. "This whole crazy thing started back in college with a drunken pact," I said, leaning back in my bed.

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"If we both make it to 35 and we don't have kids, let's get pregnant together!," Lara said, slurring a bit as she finished off another Bartles and Jaymes.

I nearly spit out my drink. "You aren't serious. This is just because Mark broke up with you, again."

"Maybe, I don't know. But if we both make it to 35 we should consider it," Lara replied matter of factly, a drunken confidence in her voice.

I didn't say anything as I changed channels on our 13" TV.

"Well? Oh, come on," Lara said.

"I am sure you will find someone else and get knocked up well before then," I said. "But, sure, if this will make you feel better I'll do it."

"We can live near each other and everything," Lara said, slurring again.

We quickly moved on to a drunken conversation about Grey's Anatomy, the current TV topic du jour across the sorority house.

At least this was my memory of that night. Lara insists that I was the one that came up with the idea to make her feel better after her break up. It seemed like one of these silly things that girlfriends say to each other and never follow through.

I recall the topic coming up again maybe five years later, out to drinks with our then boyfriends. It seemed like very much a joke amongst the guys.

Nevertheless, twelve years later we found ourselves sitting in the waiting room of a fertility office for a consultation. In the intervening years, I focused on work while Lara got divorced. The pact went from a hazy drunken memory to the two of us actually planning to follow through, as though one of us was daring the other to call it off.

We sat through the consultation with the specialist. It all seemed very straightforward. People do this all the time, right? Dr. Kim was recommended through a mutual friend, who insisted she was the best in Seattle.

"So after we select a sperm donor we will do a retrieval?" Lara asked.

Dr. Kim nodded. "Yes.You both seem perfectly healthy so this should be straightforward. Does your insurance cover IVF? Dr. Kim asked.

I looked at Lara. She shook her head. "No, I checked. I assume I could pay out of pocket?" Lara said.

"Mine covers 50%," I said.

"The costs can be quite high. Easily $25,000 out of pocket," Dr. Kim said.

Lara sighed."I can't afford that," she said. "Maybe we just go fuck some guys at a bar or something."

Dr. Kim paused for a moment. "We could look at a payment plan," she said.

Lara shrugged and then stood to leave. "I don't know," she said, looking at me.

Dr. Kim stared at us for a moment in silence before opening her desk drawer and taking out a business card. She stood and handed it to me.

"Some clients in your situation prefer going another route. Call this number and tell them I referred you."

Lara and I left, and she was clearly dejected. Deep down I was relieved. We said nothing as we waited for the elevator. Lara finally spoke as we rode down from the fifteenth floor to the parking garage.

"I guess I can just go fuck random guys from Tinder," Lara said sarcastically.

I examined the business card Dr. Kim had given us. There wasn't much useful information.

Artemis

Bermuda

441-732-2100

"We'll try Dr. Kim's suggestion," I said, handling Lara the card. She shrugged as she put it into her purse.

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We both moved on, or so I thought, as Lara stopped talking about the pact, IVF, or any of it after the visit.

About six weeks later I was sitting in the airport lounge in Toronto, waiting out yet another flight delay, when I heard my phone buzzing on the table. It was a text from Lara.

Lara: Artemis...I called the number.

Me: The thing from Dr. Kim?

Lara: Yeah. It's a cruise line.

Me: Doesn't make much sense to me.

Lara: It's apparently a breeding cruise.

Me: For real? What does that mean?

Lara: It sails in 6 weeks from Bermuda. I put down a deposit for both of us.

Me: Why would you do that without asking?

Lara: Just support me on this, ok?

Me: We can talk when I get back.

I was pissed. It was one thing to call the number, an entirely different one to sign me up for something like this and put money on it.

I started searching online. "Artemis Cruises Bermuda". Surprisingly few results came back. A couple of vague posts on some message boards from a few years ago. None of the usual travel sites had anything. One post on a fertility website was from a woman who claimed to have given birth to triplets after a trip to Bemuda. I closed my laptop and headed for my gate.

By the time I landed after my six hour flight, I had calmed down. I spent the flight thinking through the possibilities, and the two gin and tonics helped. The worst case scenario, if I chose it, would be that I could go on the cruise and just not participate. Lara had been there for me many times since college, and so I felt compelled to support her, at least as a token gesture.

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In the run up to the trip, it was all Lara could talk about. She scheduled a waxing for both of us a few days before the trip, and insisted on going bikini shopping together.

Artemis sent us a packet of information about a month before, with instructions and the contact information for our cruise concierge, a woman named Jules. The instructions implored us to pack light as not much would be needed on board. The packet also came with profiles and testimonials of women who had successfully conceived, which Lara poured over excitedly.

There was a section of add on services, including group sex along with a "fertility enhancement" package, meant to increase the chances of conceiving multiple babies.

"These are interesting," Lara said as she flipped through the packet over coffee.

"You aren't seriously going to do this stuff, are you?" I asked incredulously.

"We'll see," Lara said.

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The taxi slowed as we approached the harbor entrance, our driver turning into the cruise ship terminal area. The driver turned to us, pointing at the overhead lighted sign listing the cruise ships in port.

"You said Artemis, right? I don't think I've heard of this cruise line," he said as he looked back at us in the rear view mirror.

Lara nodded, looking at me with a grin. "Yep, that's the one," she said with a bit of excitement in her voice.

"Ok," our driver said as he began driving toward the far end of the cruise terminal. We passed a small white sign with an arrow that read "Artemis".

"By the way, where does this ship go? Looks more like a giant yacht than a ship," he said.

"It's a 9 month journey," Lara said, laughing. I smirked at this joke that only I would get, but my nerves really prevented me from enjoying the humor.

"Nine months? For real?" our driver asked, not picking up on Lara's joke in the slightest.

"Not really, it's just a three day fun cruise out into the open ocean and back," Lara replied.

The driver pulled up at the door, stopping the taxi. "Ok, well, wherever you two are going, we're here," he said as he opened the door, popping the trunk.

I got out of the cab, the driver handing me the small backpack in the trunk. Lara grabbed her Louis Vuitton duffle bag from the trunk. I handed the driver $40.

"Thanks. My name is Alfredo. Here's a card with my number if you need a ride when you get back," he said

"I'm Chrissy and that's Lara," I said, waving meekly. Lara was already toward the ship, not bothering to wait for me at all. Typical. Ever since college, she was always trying to be first.

Alfredo jumped back into the taxi and I walked to catch up with Lara, who strolled confidently toward the back of the registration line.

"So, are you ready for this?" she asked, putting her arm around my shoulder. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I can't believe we are really doing this based on a pact from 12 years ago," I said. Seeing the other women in line made this suddenly feel like it was truly happening.

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Alfredo was right. The ship looked more like a gigantic yacht. The name emblazoned on the side was Conception. "Not terribly creative," I thought to myself. The registration desk was under an awning outside and to the left of the gang plank. There was a short line of other women waiting, and we took our place at the back. I could hear 80s pop playing on the ship, with some women already up there and dancing on the deck.

Most of the other women looked to be in their 30s or 40s. I turned to look behind me, accidentally brushing my backpack against the woman in front of me, who had turned at the same time.

"So sorry. I'm clumsy," I said. My nerves and awkwardness were on full display. Lara gave me a side eye.

The woman looked to be about 40, while another younger woman played with her phone next to her. Both were attractive. The younger woman was a bit chubby with large breasts that were barely contained by her bikini top. The older woman was a bit taller, toned and tan.

"It's ok. You two look like first timers," the older woman said with a laugh. "I'm Joan and the girl there is my daughter Ella."

"Wow," I blurted out. "You're doing this cruise with your daughter?" I asked.

Joan laughed. "She insisted on coming," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "I did this cruise a few years ago and got pregnant with her younger brother. Ever since then, Ella has been telling me that after she turned 18 and graduated, she wanted to do this. I thought it might be fun for us to get pregnant together."

"That's a real bonding experience," Lara said approvingly.

I shrugged. I thought it was super weird, but I grew up in a pretty conservative family. I could never in my wildest dreams even mention I had ever thought about doing anything like this to my parents.

"You don't seem too enthused. Trust me, everyone is nervous the first time. Once that first big cock fills you up, you'll be in heaven," Joan said.

"I'll reserve judgement, I guess," I replied.

We made it to the front of the line after a short wait. A young blond woman stood waiting for us behind the registration table. She was wearing a purple bikini and was visibly pregnant. Her swollen tits nearly popped out of her top as she leaned forward. I recognized her as the concierge from the packet, Jules. She looked younger in person.

"Hello and welcome to Artemis! I'm Jules and I'll be your concierge for the next three days," she said cheerfully.

"Let's see. You must be Lara and Chrissy? You're the last two to check in," she said.

We went through some paperwork and a questionnaire to confirm we were both ovulating within the next four days, before paying the remainder of the balance. $10000 total for the two of us, which felt like a lot of money for a cruise that lasts three days and basically goes nowhere.

"Since this is your first time, would you like a tour of the ship?" Jules asked as she stepped out from behind the table, her large pregnant belly leading the way. It looked enormous on her small frame.

"Moving a little slower," Jules said with a smile as she rubbed her belly. "Six months in."

We followed Jules up the gang plank and on to the deck. It was certainly a nice ship. She explained that it was bought at auction from a sanctioned Russian oligarch who abandoned it in a port in the Bahamas. It was renamed the Conception three years ago as Artemis' newest vessel.

"Artemis cruises started ten years ago to help women like yourself. It's a female founded, staffed, and run ship. The only male employee is the Captain," she said. As she spoke, we watched as a steady stream of young to middle aged men boarded the ship.

"Our breeding associates are all volunteers. They are carefully screened and selected. On this voyage, we have 25 men of various races, ages, and nationalities," Jules explained as she motioned toward the men boarding.

We continued to watch, nodding along. It was hard not to imagine these men fucking me. They were gorgeous.

"Also...don't expect a lot of conversation. Many don't speak English and most prefer their anonymity, so I doubt many will share their name," Jules said with a slight shrug. We continued on our tour.

Jules took us past a nice bar area behind the pool, and down a set of beautifully finished wooden stairs.

"This is the relaxation room. No sex in here. We have no individual cabins so if you need to sleep or rest, use this room," Jules said as we continued down a lavishly appointed hallway, complete with beautiful Caribbean inspired artwork and plush carpets.

"This is the group sex room," Jules said as she opened the door. It was a room complete with couches, beds, sex swings, and all other manner of fitments. "If you booked an orgy package I will let you know your appointment time later today," she said.

Lara looked at me with a smirk.

"You didn't," I whispered.

Lara nodded slyly.

Jules patted her round belly. "That's where this little guy was conceived," she said, moving on.

"So uh, where do most people have sex on the ship if there are no individual cabins?" I asked.

Jules laughed. "Anywhere and everywhere. The only off limits places are the relaxation room and the dining area...although that rule is rarely enforced," she said.

We walked back on to the main deck. The men, mostly now topless, were chatting with the women.

Lara nudged me and pointed at a jar full of blue pills on a table. Jules noticed us gawking.

"We want to make sure the men are always ready when you are. There's also some lubricants over there, if you need them," she added, pointing to a table with Astroglide in the largest containers I've ever seen.

"Two last things to know. No sex until we are at sea in international waters. That will be about two hours after departure. It's a legal thing. You'll know it's time because the ship's lights will dim," she said.

Jules produced two rubber wristbands from her bag and handed us each one. It reminded me of the cheap wristbands that were popular in the mid-2000s. It was green on one side and yellow on the inside.

"Green side out means free use. It's assumed you are ready to go, so to speak," she explained.

"If you prefer to be asked, or want to approach men yourself, I would suggest the yellow side," Jules said. "Most people start with the yellow side and wind up on the green side by day two.

I nodded and slipped the wristband on the yellow side. Lara did the same.

"I think that's about it. I'll be around if you need me. Have fun and relax." she said as she touched my shoulder.

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Lara and I found an open pair of chaise lounge chairs by the pool. The Bermuda sun was starting to set as the ship pulled away from the dock. Most of the women were now completely naked. Lara and I succumbed to the peer pressure and removed our tops, now just wearing our bikini bottoms, as we took in the scene before us. My DD tits on full display. It wasn't long before I dozed off, still a bit jet lagged from the red eye flight we took to get here.

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When I awoke, Lara was gone, and the faint glow of the last of dusk was on the horizon. The lights of Bermuda seemed far in the distance now. Sex noises could be heard all around me, bodies slapping together, grunting, and the moans of women in ecstasy.

Joan was on her back on the chaise next to me, her legs wrapped around a tall, fit blond man as he pounded her. Her green wristband was visible as she slid her hands along his back. She saw me watching and grinned before rolling her head backwards.

I started to wonder where Lara was. I got up and walked around the pool to the bar, passing a pair of couples fucking in the shallow end of the pool. This party definitely wasted no time in getting started.

The bar was a beautiful teak with just a kiss of weathering. The bartender was a topless brunette. Her large, engorged looking breasts were hard not to stare at, even for a straight woman.

"Welcome aboard.Can I get you anything? All the drinks are complimentary," she said.

"Do you have a Rose or a Chardonnay or something like that?" I asked.

"We have this Chardonnay here," she said. "I tried it earlier and it's nice. So glad to be able to drink again," she said as she poured me a generously sized glass.

"Did you just give birth?"

She nodded. "About six weeks ago. There's a daycare on the ship so that's convenient. You will find that most of the employees on the ship are either pregnant, just gave birth, or are about to get pregnant," she said with a laugh. "It's hard to be around all this cock and not give in," she added.

"I noticed. My name is Chrissy," I said.

"Kate," she said, her breasts swaying as she leaned forward to shake my hand.

"Is this your first trip with us?" Kate asked.

I nodded. "My friend sort of dragged me into this. I'm still a bit unsure about even being here," I said.

Kate played with her breasts while she spoke to me, rubbing around her nipples. "I remember my first trip three years ago. I was like you, signing up on a whim after a bad breakup. I loved it so much I started working here last year and promptly got knocked up again," she said with a giggle.

"Are you ok?" I asked, pointing to her breasts.

Kate cupped her breasts and pushed them up. "These things are full and it gets painful. It's like as soon as I pump they fill up again right away," she said. A small drop of milk appeared at the end of her long dark nipple.

"Do you mind if I drain them a bit? My pump is below deck but I can't really wait until my break," she said.

"Go right ahead," I said. Kate picked up a beer glass and began to express milk into it. It was spraying out in long bursts. Kate sighed.

"What's it taste like?" I asked as she continued to squeeze her breast.