Gene Therapy – Dose 04B (Acquiring Funding Part 2)
An Autobiographical Tale by Dr_Zephyr
[[[NOTE: This is part two of a two-part chapter. It follows directly after part one, but you don't need to be super familiar with it to follow along. Obviously, if you haven't read the earlier chapters 1, 2, and 3, parts of this story won't make sense. You can still enjoy it, but you'll be missing out. ]]]
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[##]WARNING: This story contains some depictions of uterus inflation in Log 06. I feel it is necessary to remind readers that the events I am recording for you are not normal, primarily due to my altered physiology. Attempting to inflate your uterus while your cervix is closed is unlikely to work, and may cause damage to your vagina, cervix, or clitoral body nerves. Normal situations where your cervix is sufficiently open are those where uterine inflation is ill-advised, such as after child birth or medical procedure. While cervical play will eventually allow sufficient opening to inflate the uterus, such activity can be harmful your fertility, and can make it difficult to carry a baby to term. In any case, use caution and educate yourself of the risks before attempting any type of inflation play. -Dr. Zephyr [##]
Log 05 – Morning in Paradise
I was sitting on a recliner in an open terrycloth robe, staring out the wall of windows at the sparkling Caribbean Sea from my suite in a high-class Cayman Island hotel. It was Sunday morning, and I was sipping some iced coffee and gently waking to the day. I had spent the previous two nights with Haley, and her appetite was more than I could have hoped for. My business had concluded yesterday, so it was just a matter of relaxing until the flight home this afternoon.
Ever since the incident on the plane, Haley had been insistent on me inflating her tummy. She would start pleasuring me as soon as she felt that she was no longer bulging with my semen. She probably had the record for most living sperm inside her reproductive tract right at that point. She was also undoubtedly feeling amazing, my jizz cocktail being something of a transient fountain of youth. Still, I finally had to tell her last night that constantly being filled like she wanted would probably hurt her chances of getting pregnant. She seemed a bit disappointed, but was determined to bear my child, so started to please me in other ways.
She wanted me to pump her ass full of cum, but I had to explain how dangerous that was. Not because my cock would damage her, obviously, but because of my semen. I had ejaculated in a student's ass some time ago, and still felt guilty about it. The rectum is far more efficient at absorbing liquids and dissolved compounds than the vagina, uterus, or even the mouth and stomach. When I came in the student's ass, the chemicals in my semen were absorbed far more rapidly than normal, and that prompted a dangerously strong orgasm. The girl passed out from the pleasure, but also developed a hernia and muscle injuries as her contracting muscles went beyond what was safe.
The girl seemed to think the orgasm was worth the injury—it was practically a religious experience for her—but I don't like the idea of causing serious injuries like that. Spanking and other rough play is one thing, but long-term injuries aren't okay with me. By the time she was suggesting it, Haley was most likely already addicted to my semen, though I could tell she had also developed a fetish for inflation. To be clear, I'm not certain whether addiction is the correct word for what women experience. Addiction and compulsion are two different but similar things, and the terms are often used interchangeably. The "withdrawal" symptoms are largely psychological, which suggests a compulsion, though fatigue and minor headaches also seem common. It's likely a combination of factors, much like cigarettes.
Fortunately, there's little danger that I've been creating an army of cum addicts. Most of the women I've slept with have only received one or two doses of my semen. Like getting a shot of heroin, getting inseminated by me feels amazing. But without knowing what exactly causes the pleasure, or knowing how to get more, an addiction normally won't occur. They say you can become addicted to heroin after one dose. But if you didn't know what you were injected with, or how to even start looking for more, you'd be unlikely to develop an addiction.
By Saturday night Haley was pretty well informed about what had happened to me in the lab accident, and about my "hobby" and other goals. Of course, none of it bothered her. I could see the gears turning as she thought about "our foundation"—as she termed it now—and how to better set things up legally. She went to a prestigious law school, and has a sharp mind. A mind that is now dedicated to serving me and my objectives. I didn't know whether she actually thought that impregnating lots of women was a good idea, or simply supported it because it was my idea. In the end it didn't matter, because she had come fully on-board, willing to support me completely. She even mentioned traveling to fertilize women in cities around the globe.
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Before Haley left this morning on an errand we fucked in the luxurious suite's shower, and she made me promise to let her know before I was going to cum. She was bent over, desperately hanging onto a wall-mounted safety bar while I fucked her from behind. I watched her in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at her breasts as they swung in wide circular arcs before slapping together in time with my slow-but-powerful pounding. When I felt my orgasm welling up, I pulled free of her tight honeypot; my nine-inch phallus suddenly feeling chill after leaving the scorching heat of her pussy.
Like some kind of sexual shinobi, she deftly sprung up and spun around, bending over at the waist again and holding onto my hips to support her weight. Her head craned upward, bent sharply to bring her mouth in line with my throbbing member. It looked uncomfortable, but then I recognized the position as the same one a sword-swallower uses, only horizontal. She wasted no time swallowing my meat sword, opening wide and wrapping her lips and tongue around my head. My dick was already slickly lubricated with her nectar, and she wasted no time preparing it. She used her legs to push, and her arms to pull, sliding my thick cock past her distended jaw and into her esophagus.
She finally stopped when her nose was squished against me and her extended tongue was wiggling against the top of my sack. It felt great, warm flesh stretched tightly around every part of my member. My orgasm was still just below the surface, and I knew it would take only a few thrusts before I started to spew my load. I didn't have much time, because it was impossible for her to breathe like this. She was still holding me tightly though, and I couldn't begin to thrust on my own. Instead, I felt an undulating wave of pressure pulling me in; she was literally swallowing my sword. She was somehow forcing herself to swallow, and the waves of pressure as her esophagus tried to pull me deeper quickly caused me to erupt.
I came hard, pumping a whole torrent of semen straight down her esophagus to her stomach. As my orgasm tapered, she slid away, savoring the final weak pulses of my ejaculation in her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, and used firm suction and kneading hands to extract all the cum she could from my turgid member. The cum in her mouth kicked off her orgasm, and as she sat down on her butt astride bent knees, she didn't swallow. Instead she started dribbling my thick cum onto the heel of her hand. I watched in fascination as she raised the white puddle to one nostril, and used her other hand to plug the opposite nostril. She wasn't merely smelling it, instead she proceeded to snort the cum deep into her nose; it was as if the white substance was cocaine rather than my semen.
