A young college student is working at a Maternity clinic for futas. As you gents and ladies can already tell, nothing is going to go wrong~
This story has Futanari, impregnation, pregnancy, and an orgy for those of you who might find those objectionable.
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The scope of the market was tough.
Most people that lived never thought about making their careers their lives, and many less thought to make their lives into careers. What it was, for most people, was a base necessity. And it would be fair to say that work would always remain so for most of humankind for most of history.
People needed money to pay for food, rent and their welfare. So a career was, for the most part, something most people just put up with having.
But that did not mean that people wouldn't choose the one they liked the most if they could.
The Borghess Clinic for Expecting Parents had gone through ups and downs during its 10 year tenure. Dr. Jack Borghess was not a bad director, as far as June could say, and neither was he a bad doctor. For the most part...he was just unlucky.
"I am sorry miss, the doctor will call take you as soon as he can," June, a blonde college student of 19, smiled prettily at the Latina woman in front of her.
"Huh-uh," The woman replied, "You'd think a big clinic like this would be quicker about this. Chica, if you just don't got the doctors, just tell us. We'd be happy to re-schedule with a clinic that does."
"I am really sorry ma'm," June calmly responded, but inwardly she cringed; The Puerto Rican woman had hit the nail on the head.
The Borghess Clinic had once had 4 other specialists, but the changing economic landscape had done a lot to reduce that.
The death knell, however, was the changing demographic.
"Girl, you talk as though there are many other clinics that service women like us," Piped up the voice of a lithe but tall black lady currently sitting down in their waiting area, "And trust me, I've checked."
"India doesn't even have any," A light-chocolate skinned woman sighed from her seat. She was slightly less tall than June and had a red dot in the middle of her head.
"Japan does but..." A Japanese woman who was by far the smallest there hopelessly shrugged. She was a pretty thing with her dark hair, perky breasts, and tight butt.
Point in fact, all of the women there were knockouts. It was honestly no wonder they were married. The Latina had a huge ass and wide hips. Her breasts were decently sized, but it was her smoky eyes that called attention. The black woman would have been called "lanky" if she were a man, but her big breasts and big ass gave her body a certain accent even with her smallish-hips. The Japanase girl was absolutely adorable, with wide eyes and a small nose. Her breasts looked big on her frame as did her ass. And the Indian was just flat out exotic, with her silk dresses and robes. Garments that hid her huge tits and decently sized thighs, ass and hips.
And then there was June herself.
She was a blonde student of medicine at the local college. She'd actually had to fight to get her position in this clinic, as a paid position practically guaranteed she would have all the "experience" she'd ever need in a resume, but things had long since gotten to the point that she wondered if she might not be better off...volunteering elsewhere.
Because as things were going, she had no idea how long the clinic would remain open.
"Ma'ms, we are going to help you out, so please calm down," June threw her brightest most charming smile that she could. And for her trouble mostly got indifference as a response.
Fuck, that used to work so well.
"Listen, we've been here for hours, so I'd appreciate it if you just let us know if any of us are going to get serviced," The Latina said as she walked back to her seat. The other three women there, being so different and coming from such a variety of backgrounds, gave her a commiserating look as she did. And wouldn't they? They had so much in common.
These were the latest batch of women coming to the clinic to have children, and that alone was a struggle that women all over the world could understand well. However, they all also had other things that made them similar.
They were all in their thirties. They were all childless. They were all happily married. And, well, all of these three women had a certain biological facet that made servicing them all the more difficult.
That is to say, they were futas. As in, women who also possessed the male reproductive organs.
Generally speaking, their numbers had been growing in relation to the rest of the world populace for decades now, but they were still a minority everywhere. But then a person would expect that, possessing both sets of genitals, clinics like these would be more common due to problems conceiving children, right?
Well...no. Futa women were just as virile or fertile as any woman or man. But that did not mean that they did not encounter problems with their virility or fertility at about the same rate as them.
What once was just a short branch of medicine, was slowly turning into its own tree as doctors had to learn and familiarize themselves with the futa form.
Dr. Jack Burghess did, but precious others were the same. And, wouldn't you know it, the population around June's hometown had suddenly had an influx of futanari women.
"I tell you what," June said as she looked at her clock. Uh, it was lunch time, "I'll go and check up on the doctor, alright?"
That seemed to mollify them as the blonde got ready to go and eat something. She'd pass by the doctor's office on her way back, of course, and ask him for something to say. But she really needed a break.
Fate say fit to crush her plans, of course, because at that moment the titular doctor stepped into the waiting area from his office.
"Doctor Borghess!" The futa women suddenly stand up.
"Is it finally my time?/Are we really going to do this?/Please tell me you have good news?/Say something damn it!" All women spoke at the same time but the doctor raised his palms and quieted them down.
"Alright girls, I am sorry about my lack of communication, but it's like this," The older man sighed as he walked in front of them.
"The labs that I am using? They are booked for the next few months. I literally can't take care of anyone right now," The doctor said and, just like that, the mood fell.
Some were sad. Some were angry.
June was resigned. So this was it. The end of the clinic.
"So we came here for nothing?" The Japanese woman asked in a small voice.
"Not at all, miss Saiko," The Doctor shook his head, "I will be more than glad to send what information I have to the next clinic you go to. That ought to save time if nothing else."
"However," The doctor said as the women started glowering at him, "Have you girls thought about surrogacy?"
This was the sort of talk he should have had with every single woman there in private. June knew it was a serious breach of confidentiality.
But looking at his face, at how haggard and tired he was, well, she supposed he just wanted to get this over with.
"...what did you say?" The black woman asked as all the women there, to a one, seemed offended.
"I've got your husband's sperm analysis, and they all check out," The doctor replied, "So, if you are willing..."
But he stopped when he saw how murderous their anger was getting.
"You know, I don't think there is anything wrong with any of your sperm counts," He spat out next, changing the rails so suddenly that the women got confused instead of angry.
Even June wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"How do you mean, Doctor?" She actually asked, even though it was incredibly improper of her. But fuck it, she was about to be unemployed, so what did she care?
"Ah, June, perfect!" Doctor said as he put a hand on her shoulder that she could have probably made an official complain about if she really cared about it, "You are a young, capable of woman, right?"
"Yes?" She frowned.
"And at your school, your classes have gone over surrogacy, and talked about the networks surrounding them, right?" The man asked.
"Yes?" She asked again, a dip forming in her stomach as she feared where he was going with this.
"So you can help all of this lady with that, can't you?" He asked and all of a sudden, he wasn't the target of all these mothers-to-be.
June was.
