"We've already got some interesting results," Mia said as she led him inside. "We'll go down to Cheon-Sa's obstetrics lab first, then my neuro lab next door after lunch. We have some time before the lunch delivery, maybe 30 minutes. We've had some subjects here all morning for observation, recording everything including hormone levels and high res ultrasounds. Looks like two of them ovulated soon after arrival. Their bodies seem to know somehow to get ready for you. Still not sure how things like that are communicated. We're guessing something with the eyes, given what you discovered about eye contact already, so we're going to do some slow motion video analysis. Anyway, we're pretty sure two of them ovulated. The actual egg is too small to see, but we can see evidence of its release on the ultrasound. One subject is a few days from her period and had already ovulated last week, but still was able to ovulate again this morning. That's not supposed to happen. Multiple eggs at the same time, yes. But days later, ovulating again? Never."
"So it's real," he said, instantly hearing how dumb that sounded. "I mean, you found something new happening to our bodies, it's not just in our heads, and not magic or a miracle."
She nodded. "My thoughts exactly. And that's not all. The post-ovulation muscular contractions of their fallopian tubes are far stronger and faster than usual. Those are what bring the egg to the uterus. Then they stop about an hour after ovulation instead of the thirty hours it normally takes for the egg to travel to the uterus."
"So that lets them go from ovulation to max fertility in an hour instead of thirty?"
"Yeah, sure looks that way. But again we can't see the actual egg, so it's guesswork. Cheon-Sa thought it was set to high-speed video playback when she first saw it. Said she's never seen a fallopian tube move like that."
"Wow," he said. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? Answers were starting to come. Real, scientific answers. Why wasn't it making him feel better? What was this feeling of rising dread? Just nerves, he told himself. Relax. Understanding all of this will help.
"Alright, here we are. Beyond one-way glass are two subjects who may or may not be the girls I've been talking about," she said as she led him into a darkened observation room. Cheon-Sa and Lanying were already there, greeting him with smiles. There was one-way glass on either side, with views of two different medical examination rooms, each with a beautiful college girl sitting on an examination table. Shihan and Ming-Yue, the doctoral students he had knocked up last night, were holding ultrasound devices to the new girls' sexy bare abdomens. They were wearing hospital gowns and underwear, with the gowns pulled up to their chests out of the way.
Cheon-Sa turned to Jim, asking, "Do you have a feeling about whether they're fertile, or will be soon?"
He took an extra few seconds to look them over, as if trying to sense their fertility, but he was really just ogling them. He had no idea if they were fertile. But he was sure they were gorgeous, lovely sweet-faced tight young things with incredibly sexy bodies, recruited to his tastes with ever-increasing skill and selectiveness. Finally he shook his head.
"Alright, stand right here. Good. Now watch subject one," Cheon-Sa said, then pressed an intercom button. "Subject one, please read the first line from the eye chart."
The girl looked up, her eyes looking directly at Jim's, but she only saw the reflection of an eye chart from a monitor behind her. She read a series of letters out loud. God, what sexy lips, and what a sweet voice. "Still can't tell," he said.
"Ok, stand over here. A step right. Good. Watch subject two." She pressed another intercom button. "Subject two, read the first line on the eye chart please."
Same thing, perfectly lined up so that it was like she was looking into his eyes as she read, but he still had no feeling at all about whether she was fertile. "Still nothing."
"Ok, two-way eye contact seems to be needed, as we thought." Cheon-Sa said. "Shall we test that theory?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her whole being loving this combination of her two greatest passions: scientific sleuthing and delivering new pussies to Jim. She pressed both intercom buttons together. "Phase two, helmets on, lights at max."
The two girls stood up, the exam rooms got a lot brighter, and the two doctoral students put helmets on the subjects with cameras attached, pointing backwards at their faces. Cheon-Sa put one on him too, double-checking the straps and tightening knobs to make sure the awkward heavy contraption wouldn't fall and would stay in position recording his face. She led him out and to the hallway outside one of the exam room doors. "I want to hear from you as soon as you feel something. Say 'mine' when you know she's yours, and say 'yes' or 'no' when you know whether she's fertile." Then she called out "Roll cameras, max slow motion," reaching up to start his camera.
"Rolling," he heard from the intercom. Cheon-Sa opened the door and he saw subject one. Her eyes went wide and his whole being thrilled in response to that familiar gasp he could never get used to that meant she was his.
"Mine," he said instantly, confusing the poor girl even more as her brain struggled to process her sudden lust. Then a second later he added, "Yes."
Cheon-Sa led him to the other door. Subject one crept along behind, still very confused but just knowing she wanted to stay near him. Cheon-Sa opened the door and the other one was right in front of him. She too gasped and stared at him.
"Mine," he said again. And again, just a second or two later, "Yes."
They stopped the cameras. His new thralls were staring intently at him, breathing a little heavily. God, what a sight they were, fresh lovely faces full of lust, hot tight bodies squirming, wombs so ready for him.
"Did 'yes' mean right now, or sometime soon?" Cheon-Sa asked.
"Right now," he said. He gazed hungrily at them, soaking in and returning their lustful looks, fixing them in his gaze before continuing. "These two couldn't be any more fertile," he said. They gasped at his words, then they both nodded their agreement. They knew it too.
"Well then," Cheon-Sa said, "Would either of you like to volunteer for a study of impregnation?"
"What?" breathed subject one. "You can't be serious."
"Oh god," subject two gasped as Cheon-Sa nodded.
"We're studying human reproduction, and especially Jim's reproduction. There is something special about him. About his babies."
