Author's Note:
This story is inspired by an incredibly awkward lecture I sat through in high school biology class. Also, I've always thought that Bertrand Russell quote in
The Matrix
was bullshit, so I couldn't help but take a shot at it here. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex and mind control, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are explicitly stated to be over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2021. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Six months later Megan was finally showing; her toned belly was starting to soften and swell as her body carried out its evolutionary programming. As it turned out, Mason had successfully impregnated the enticing nineteen year-old the first time he had lost control inside her fertile babymaker, but that hadn't stopped Megan's reproductive instincts from driving her to copulate with the willing young stud again and again over the next few months to ensure that the pregnancy took. Unbeknownst to Mason, Megan's promiscuous body had also enticed a few other prospective fathers into ecstatically filling her womb with their potent seed along the way, just in case, but these passionate flings ultimately amounted to empty pleasure, because even though she didn't know it yet, Megan had already been bred.
She had immediately realized what her missed period indicated, of course, and was unsurprised when the test confirmed her fears. Well, there's really nothing I could have done to prevent it, she told herself, secretly looking forward to feeling her belly swelling entirely beyond her control over the next few months. With how badly my body was trying to get me pregnant, and with how many guys I've been letting cum inside me, it was pretty much inevitable that I'd get knocked up.
Megan's best friend Mona was the first to notice her gently protruding paunch. Shy, nerdy, and petite, the mousy brunette couldn't be more unlike the popular, outgoing Megan, but despite their differences they had become fast friends after meeting at the beginning of freshman year. The bright twenty year-old had quickly connected the dots between Megan's softer, slightly flushed appearance and the odd behavior changes she had noticed in her friend over the past few months.
"You're, um, glowing a bit more than usual, Megan," Mona suggested meekly, trying to find the most tactful way to broach the topic.
"I know," Megan responded with a resplendent smile, "that's because I'm pregnant!"
"Oh, um, congratulations," Mona awkwardly stammered. Her suspicions were confirmed, but she was flabbergasted nonetheless. "Don't you think you're a bit, um, young for that? Why didn't you just get an abortion when you found out?"
Since reproduction was what her body was designed for, it had never occurred to Megan that she could get an abortion, but now that Mona had suggested it the idea somehow seemed doubly ridiculous.
"Mona," Megan answered patiently, "you just don't understand how strongly my body was trying to get me pregnant. I didn't really want to, but my body is so flushed with sex hormones all the time, and my reproductive instincts are so strong, there's really nothing I could have done to stop it. Hell, even now, just thinking about using my pussy to tease Mason into spurting all up inside me is making me all horny again, and I'm already pregnant!" the knocked-up young slut gushed, massaging her small bump as a flush crept up her neck.
"What? That doesn't even make sense!" Mona replied. "We all have a sex drive, sure, but we can still control it, or at least practice safe sex if we want to... um, indulge." The sheltered nerd blushed a bit at the scandalous thought of sexual intercourse. She had the same urges as everyone else, of course, but the idea of sex, and especially of herself or her best friend having unprotected sex, rutting like animals, just made her feel uncomfortable. "This really doesn't sound like you at all Megan. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Not really; you just haven't realized it about yourself yet," Megan answered confidently. "You should talk to Dr. Jeff - he did a wonderful job of explaining how women's bodies are designed to try to get us pregnant whether we want to or not, and how men's bodies are designed to get them to impregnate us." Thinking back to the lecture made Megan remember how important it was that she had discovered this about herself, and she realized that it was just as important that her best friend learn about Human Reproduction as well.
"What does you being pregnant have to do with Dr. Jeff? Did he do something in Biology last semester?"
"He didn't really do anything. He just gave a lecture about Human Reproduction that made me realize just how perfectly our bodies are designed for breeding. There's all kinds of sex hormones, and instincts, and, uh, you really just need to talk to Dr. Jeff about this, because he can explain it all much better than I can! He'll make you understand," Megan concluded, though to Mona her last sentence had sounded strangely ominous.