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The Man with The Scientifically Enhanced Dick	By : MischievousShota Category: +A through F > Blazblue Views: 6345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(WARNING: Birth sex and pregnant degeneracy throughout. Read and fap to at own risk. Click away immediately if disgusted. Otherwise, read on.)
Roswell Findley considered himself a modest fellow, which made partnering with a scientist like Kokonoe Mercury an interesting concept.
‘Right!’ announced the beautiful, pink-haired lady. ‘Today’s experiment will be... more contraceptives.’
Roswell scratched his head. ‘Are we just going to keep testing contraceptive candies?’
Kokonoe frowned at him. ‘You understand this is very important research, right? You should stop complaining! Do you have any idea how much use you can get out of candies that double as birth control? I’m doing a service for women the world over, so quit your whining.’
‘Okay, okay, geez...’ Roswell stood up. ‘How are you even sure they’ll work?’
‘Well, they will work, and we’ll know once a few months have passed and I’m still not the slightest bit pregnant.’
‘That’s a bit of a gamble to take. Why did you do all that enhancement stuff on me if the goal was not to get pregnant?’
Kokonoe sighed. ‘Just shut up and drop your trousers.’ Roswell shrugged, starting to obey. The candy-loving, mad-science-experimenting cat lady had been using Roswell for about a month now. He considered himself to be more of a ‘normal’ scientist... raunchy experiments with cock modification and candy birth control were not exactly what he had in mind. Still, Kokonoe was his boss, which meant he had to listen.
It wasn’t all bad, though.
‘You’ve been taking care of your cock and abstaining from masturbation?’ asked Kokonoe, as Roswell lowered his pants and underpants.
Roswell nodded. ‘Just as you’ve asked.’ Roswell Findley possessed a scientifically enhanced dick and balls. He’d eaten enough scientifically-modified candy to sink a ship. His cock, already impressive to begin with, had been improved to become a true monument of male pride. His size had gone from large to huge, his width from thick to... well, tree-trunk thick. Even more, he now possessed fertility-enhanced, powerful, baby-making semen. Upon coming into contact with any part of a female’s body, Roswell’s cum would induce ovulation on the spot, which Kokonoe called the ‘heat-up’ effect.
To counteract this, of course, Kokonoe had her ‘birth-control candies’. Lollipops, cookies, biscuits, chocolate bars, gummies, cakes... she’d had just about all of them. The idea was they’d all be powerful enough to counteract Roswell’s powerful, enhanced sperm. Kokonoe knew she wouldn’t get pregnant, so long as her candies worked as planned. Of course they would, though – she was great at what she did!
‘Good.’ said Kokonoe, ‘today’s test will be for birth control cookies. I’ve already eaten a few, so we’re all prepared.’
Roswell nodded. His cock hung free, six inches flaccid, and ready. Kokonoe reached a well-maintained hand up, starting to jack off her research assistant. The young man winced. ‘So... which experiment number is this?’
‘Thirty-two.’ replied Kokonoe, ‘we’ll be able to see soon enough if my medicines have worked. Which they will have, of course.’ Kokonoe smiled, adjusting her glasses with her free hand as she worked Roswell’s dick. The thick, long member was hard in ten seconds flat. Fantastic. Another one of her medicines had worked – as they all did! She wanted to work fast and get testing as soon as possible, but first she needed just some precum. She wrapped her lips around the end of Roswell’s massive cocktip, instantly tasting some salty precum. That would be all she needed to get ovulating, but she wanted to taste Roswell some more. She sucked on his tip with loud and lewd noises while Roswell’s enormous cum-filled balls hung below, Kokonoe enjoying the handsome young man’s precum.
‘You’ve gotten really good at this, Kokonoe.’ said Roswell.
Kokonoe slurped down one last spurt of precum, before pulling off Roswell’s cock and eyeing him suspiciously. ‘This is purely for scientific purposes. I am not doing this to get good at sucking cock. I’d prefer to suck on a lollipop.’
Roswell resisted the urge to make a bad joke about his own ‘lollipop’. He smirked to himself as Kokonoe flicked her shoes off and started to remove her red pants, panties included. She exposed her dripping wet pussy, the fertile woman’s arousal spiking quickly thanks to the effects of Roswell’s enhanced cum. Kokonoe was quite a thin, trim, woman, despite her addiction to sweets. Roswell secretly thought she was addicted to something else, too.
She stuck her pert behind out at Roswell, keeping her face stern. Her little pair of glasses made her look smart, despite her lewd presentation. ‘Well, you know the drill. Try to last a little longer than last time, hmm? The longer you can go, the more sperm will be ready.’ She moved to stand in front of her desk, and Roswell followed her lead, remaining standing behind the pink-haired scientist lady.
‘Are you sure we should keep doing this?’ Roswell remained standing as Kokonoe pushed her tight ass against him, rubbing her slit against his cock. She was soaking wet, no doubt as a result of Roswell’s outstanding precum. She rubbed her bare pussy against him, ready and waiting to test her latest concoction.
‘Don’t complain. Unless you can give me a nice, valid, scientific reason to stop, then you must cum directly into my cunt and attempt to seed my womb.’
‘...Are you sure this is just for science?’
‘Ah...mm...ah!’ Kokonoe expertly inserted her partner’s cock inside her, sinking down onto it from behind. She moaned contentedly, feeling the enormous member stretch her insides as it always did. Roswell groaned quietly, feeling himself reach the end of Kokonoe’s deep cunt. He’d really made her cunt fit around his cock. They’d been doing their ‘experiments’ for a month, after all. What if Kokonoe’s early contraceptives hadn’t worked? None of these recent ones would matter... Roswell had been shut down every time he’d brought this up. She began to bounce herself on Roswell’s enormous, enhanced cock, gritting her teeth to avoid moaning.
‘You want me to do anything?’ Asked Roswell.
‘Ahm... no. Just let me... keep the pace.’ Kokonoe looked beautiful to Roswell from his perspective. Her ears, her long pink hair, her slender, excellent body. Her twin cat tails touched against him, adding to Kokonoe’s beauty in her partner’s eyes. He thought she’d look excellent if she ever did get pregnant, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to have a child of his own. She’d assured him it would not be his problem if things did go wrong, but... Roswell would prefer not to deal with it in the first place... as sexy as a pregnant Kokonoe would look.
‘You’re so tight.’ said Roswell. ‘Are you sure those were contraceptives you took? You’re like a river in here... so warm and wet. It’s amazing.’ Kokonoe kept bouncing herself on Roswell’s cock, her wet pussy slapping against his balls. She really had got this down to a science. Kokonoe did not sleep around, nor did she even have a partner outside of the lab... she kept her thoughts fixed on science. This is all for the betterment of humanity, she thought to herself. I am doing something that matters, and totally not because I’m addicted to a massive, super thick cock.
She kept up pace for a few minutes, looking at the notes on her desk. She could feel, deep in her belly, she was fertile and ovulating... she tried not to let on just how much she enjoyed these ‘tests’ of Roswell’s ‘equipment.’ She’d used everything she could on him – improvements to his size, length, thickness, virility, fecundity, stamina... she’d made an above-average cock into a super, monster dick. Roswell was a kind gentleman, for the most part. Kokonoe appreciated that. It meant he did whatever she asked, including any experiment she asked for.
She craved more. Kokonoe shoved herself extra hard down onto Roswell’s cock, looking back to him. ‘You know what to do.’ she said. Roswell nodded, and grabbed her ass, briefly... before impaling himself extra deep inside her, reaching all the way and penetrating through her cervix. The horny scientist winced, avoiding making any noises... but this was perfect. Nothing could reach deeper, despite the pain... Kokonoe moved as deeply onto Roswell’s cock as possible, then nearly all the way out again.
‘This is so good, Kokonoe.’ said Roswell. He groaned in pleasure, feeling her cervix massage his glans. ‘I swear you’re wetter than usual. Did you maybe add the wrong chemicals for this one? Make it into an aphrodisiac instead? I love reaching so deep into you. It’s amazing!’
‘Don’t... insult... me...’ Kokonoe kept bouncing her butt against Roswell, her ass slapping against him with loud, wet slaps. She almost wished she could fondle and suckle on them a bit, maybe play with them with her tongue... but that would’ve been profoundly unscientific! She enjoyed the feeling of it all inside her tremendously... that was another property of Roswell’s enhanced semen. It induced the most mind-blowing, addicting, powerful orgasms known to man or woman...
Soon she would feel one. ‘I can feel you contracting, Kokonoe. You’re going to have an orgasm?’
‘Ngh... yes.’ Kokonoe accelerated, craving the release, craving cum in her womb. The cookies she’d eaten were not aphrodisiacs... it was just natural she felt much hornier during her ovulation. Her relatively small breasts bounced beneath her top with each thrust she made back onto Roswell’s throbbing member. She’d learned to tell when he was about to cum – right about now. His cock made big, telltale throbs, the hard skin pressing against her vaginal walls. She craved for him to coat her womb in his thick cum. Kokonoe wanted it so bad; she wanted that thick, manly sperm to splash all through her pink, wet pussy walls.
Roswell, as the policy was, gave Kokonoe a warning. ‘Ejaculating now... you ready?’
‘Ah... yes. Hurry up and cum inside me. As deep as you can, please!’ Kokonoe tried to regulate the tone of her voice so as not to sound like she was begging... with minimal success. ‘Ah... ooooooo!’ Kokonoe Mercury collapsed against the desk, barely avoiding falling to the floor as she orgasmed. She sent a gushing waterfall of liquid across Roswell’s cock, squirting what felt like liters of cum, splashing all over the floor of the lab. A chemical spill to be sure. She avoided screaming out in pleasure, instead opting to shove her head into the desk as she experienced an orgasm of massive strength. Her brain felt like it might explode.
Roswell hilted himself against the pretty scientist’s womb, and began sending ropes of fertile male ejaculate as far into her birth canal as possible. He squirted again and again and again, the modifications Kokonoe had made giving him outstanding abilities. He never seemed to run out of cum, painting her womb and walls with the white liquid. It leaked out of her pussy, flowing out onto the floor with Kokonoe’s own juices. Roswell did not contain his own moans so much, groaning and grunting pleasurably as he shot countless strong, egg-seeking sperm. But did Kokonoe’s unusual drugs block Roswell’s swimmers?
The scientist pulled herself off of Roswell, breathing heavily as cum leaked out of her. She took a few moments before speaking. ‘Excellent... your, er... sexual function... improves by the day.’
‘W-well... that might just be me getting better at it.’
Kokonoe stood up. Cum leaked out of her. ‘More likely that it’s all thanks to my experiments...’
‘Are you going to start testing yourself for pregnancy soon?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous, Mr Findley! You know my medicines will have worked just fine.’ Roswell decided not to respond to that. ‘So, I rate your performance as more than satisfactory for today. Your sperm should be in strong, tip-top shape. We’ll see just how well my medicines work when they keep out sperm like that.’
Roswell scratched at his red hair. ‘Still... surely it’s a bit of a risk to take.’
Kokonoe shook her head confidently. ‘I’m confident it won’t be a problem!’
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Several Weeks Later
Kokonoe huffed.
Roswell scratched at his head again. ‘I did say...’
‘Shut up.’ She grumbled something unintelligible. ‘Damn it. Maybe I did make a mistake?’ Roswell said nothing. He merely looked at the small strip the scientist lady held in her hand – a positive pregnancy test. Kokonoe Mercury had become pregnant with his child.
Roswell shrugged. ‘So, now what?’ He knew the protocols for this. Kokonoe would easily be able to claim this child was created through ‘scientific means’. That meant that Roswell wouldn’t be liable for the baby, unless he wanted to be. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Roswell was passionate about his work, but he felt like he’d want to spend some time with his child. Especially if it was a girl – Roswell liked the idea of having a daughter.
‘Well, I don’t know.’ Kokonoe answered in response to Roswell’s earlier question. ‘I suppose I can keep experimenting with that cock of yours.’ Kokonoe would never admit she was addicted to Roswell Findley’s enormous, enhanced penis. Because she wasn’t. She could live without his huge, earthquake-orgasm-causing, sperm-spurting, womb-fucking, impregnating cock. If she had to. Which she didn’t.
‘I just... what exactly were you aiming for with the contraceptives? If you got pregnant, you wouldn’t know which one or ones failed. It wasn’t exactly a precise scientific method.’
‘Shut up. I’m the senior scientist, here! Quit giving me lip.’
‘Yeah, and I’m the baby’s father.’
‘I wouldn’t worry about that. That’s my problem, for all intents and purposes.’ Kokonoe huffed, fiddling with her glasses and rubbing at her cat ears. ‘How could I possibly have screwed this up? Theoretically, it all should’ve worked... my contraceptive candies were to be revolutionary! Women all around the world were going to be... convenienced. You could suck on a lollipop before you fuck, or while you fuck!
‘You just wanted another excuse to eat a bunch of candy and say it was all for science.’
Kokonoe put her hands on her hips and scowled at Roswell. Her belly was flat, sexy, and exposed. Soon it would swell. Roswell stared at it. ‘Shut up, and stop gawking! Now, I think it’s time we test your equipment again.’
Roswell sighed. ‘Why? What for? You’re pregnant with my baby.’
‘Shut up and lean back on your chair.’
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Nine Months Later
Kokonoe stared forward, frowning a little as she bounced on Roswell’s cock with reckless vigour. Her twin cat tails rubbed against him. ‘Kokonoe… I’m trying to get some work done, here.’ Roswell protested. He was sat in front of a variety of computer monitors, displaying everything from hard data to programs to analyse that data, as well as a program designed to keep track of Kokonoe’s pregnancy.
‘Oh, shut up. It’s a privilege to have me riding on your cock like this. Just sit back and appreciate what I’m doing for you. Besides, this counts as work.’ Kokonoe was riding him in reverse cowgirl with big, wet slaps, all the while sucking on a lollipop. She was entirely naked, her plump breasts bouncing while her ass slapped against Roswell’s huge balls. She still wouldn’t admit what Roswell wanted her to, and stuck to her insistence of it all being scientific ‘research.’ She cradled her huge pregnant belly as she rode atop him, attempting to coax a load out of him as soon as possible. She’d swelled nicely, her tummy becoming a great maternal dome filled with a rowdy child stretching her lewd and formerly tight stomach. Her hips had widened in preparation to squeeze a new life out of her cunt, an event Kokonoe Mercury would soon get to experience.
‘You alright there?’ Asked Roswell.
‘Stop fretting and cum in my pussy. The lollipop will make everything fine.’
‘But you said this was a different formula again. Remember what happened the last time you used improper scientific methods?’ Roswell pointed at Kokonoe’s bulging pregnant belly. The pregnant, pink-haired scientist ignored him.
The lollipop was no ordinary one. Kokonoe sucked on it eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste. But the candy had another function. Over the past nine months, Kokonoe had gradually increased the intensity of her sexual activities with Roswell, again under the pretense of ‘testing’. This candy had served her well over the past months. Roswell had fucked her right open many times, now, causing her water to break prematurely. There was just no withstanding his huge cock.
The candies would always close her cervix right back up, sealing the baby safely in, and allowing her to carry on fucking, orgasming and being filled with cum unabated. Kokonoe did not yet wish to be fucked into labor. Her due date was exactly one week from today, and that was when she would deliver. Her plan was to give birth here in the lab, if possible. Sucking on a lollipop designed and engineered by her had proven effective. Kokonoe imagined most of her birth control sweets had been effective, too. Only one had to fail, after all. She was still a great scientist.
‘How is it, Kokonoe? I think the baby’s moving around again. I can feel it through your pussy.’
‘No you can’t, that’s bullshit… but yes, it is. It’s kicking me a lot right now. Just keep quiet and let me ride you. This is for science, you know!’
Roswell considering making another assertion about ‘bullshit’, but decided against it. He sat idly in his chair, attempting to ignore the heavily pregnant woman riding his dick. Her twin cat tails were rubbing against him. In scans Kokonoe had made to track the child’s development, she’d confirmed it was growing fine, even with her medicinal meddling to keep herself closed, to keep her womb sealed up and as fuckable as ever.
Due to being the child of a human and a half-beastman, the baby was only a quarter beastman – it had small, barely visible little cat ears, which both Roswell and Kokonoe secretly thought to be adorable. The child had not inherited its mother’s tails. The baby Roswell Findley had impregnated his lab boss with was a little girl. ‘Oh...’ moaned Roswell, trying and failing to reach for his computer. Kokonoe was too heavy, and wouldn’t budge. ‘I’m gonna shoot my load again.’
Kokonoe bit her lip, staring straight forward, distracting herself by reading Roswell’s work. ‘Do it. As deep as possible.’ She ordered calmly. She knew what was coming. She felt it every single day, usually more than once. No, no... she wasn’t addicted to his cock. It didn’t matter she’d greatly enhanced all semen Roswell produced to act as an aphrodisiac and sexual stimulant to females. It didn’t matter that it always, without fail, gave her mind-blowing orgasms that sometimes pounded her right into labor. Her candies always put a stop to that nonsense. She continued suckling on the lollipop, enjoying it immensely, allowing herself to become completely in sync with Roswell. She felt content with the sweet taste of the candy upon her tongue, combined with Roswell’s passionate thrusting into her wet, horny cunt.
‘Nngh... ah...’ Roswell moaned. ‘Kokonoe… here it comes! Aaaaah.... AAAAH!’
‘Ah... nggggh... AH!’
Kokonoe clamped down tight on his cock as she felt Roswell’s sperm fill her tunnel. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she squirted down onto him, her pussy contracting as it tried to suck in as much cum from her lab partner as possible. As she orgasmed, a rough, squishy squirting noise could be heard – her orgasm was ripping through her cunt, with her partner’s cock poking against her cervix and blasting her insides with seed. Roswell groaned happily, his cum barely even leaking out of his partner’s pussy. She was squeezing him so tight and gushing so much cum onto him – Roswell thought his dick might well break!
Kokonoe was in total euphoria as she squeezed Roswell’s dick into her. He hosed down her tunnels with strong, sticky sperm, wondering how there could be any space left in her for the cum to go.
‘Mm... that was fucking-’ Kokonoe stopped herself, ‘-an excellent performance. A satisfactory one.’
‘Which one is it?’
‘AH!’ Kokonoe abruptly cried out, feeling a sharp, quick change in her belly. She recognised it, though. ‘Damn it. Came too hard, again...’ she muttered. Roswell’s semen was almost too effective, sometimes. Almost. Kokonoe began to frantically suck on her latest lollipop, now most of the way through it. She slowly raised herself off of Roswell’s cock, her pussy-lips still squeezing around Roswell’s cock, stuck in the afterglow of her recent orgasm. Roswell could feel each and every inch of her pussy sliding down his glans; a lewd, slippery suctioning sound filling the room. She tried not to moan from Roswell’s fat dick sliding across her clit as she finally stood up, her partner’s cockhead popping free. A trail of lewd liquids flowed down and out, spilling onto Roswell’s lap. The young researcher was annoyed, but enjoyed the sight of his fat load trickling past Kokonoe’s pussy lips. The consistency of the fluids seemed... oh. ‘Kokonoe, your water just broke again. Geez, what a mess of an orgasm... this is the thirtieth chair you’ve ruined.’
‘T-twenty-ninth. Uff...’ She eagerly guzzled the remainder of the lollipop, chewing down the final fragments, before throwing the stick aside. ‘N-not to worry. I’ll just close myself up. I don’t give birth for another week.’
‘...Hold up, shouldn’t you be closing up right away? For all your screw-ups, your ‘close-up sweets’ work pretty well.’
‘Shut up! To all of that!’ Kokonoe grunted, standing up now. Her pregnant belly seemed gigantic against her still-slim frame. How she was able to keep the rest of her body slim with a lewd, fat pregnancy belly and an addiction to sugar... well, it was beyond Roswell. He watched his boss get up, observing some fluid dripping down her thighs. She swayed somewhat on her legs lewdly, displaying her thick, MILF-like rump...
Roswell narrowed his eyes, noticing the consistency of the liquid pouring out past Kokonoe’s slut pussy. Shouldn’t the candy have been working by now? Meh. He shrugged. Might have just been acting up. Science didn’t always work the same way.
Kokonoe bent over a table, her legs and thighs on display, dripping with liquid. ‘I need another one. I need... another... closing candy...’ she bent over the table, sifting through the mess of various candy items. … where were the closer lollipops? What the shit? ‘I-it’s possible they don’t work this close to the... the due date... but I thought there was only a small chance of that?’
‘How small?’ Roswell stood up quietly, admiring the view.
‘Well... forty percent. Minimum.’ Roswelll facepalmed. ‘Just sit quiet, why don’t you? Don’t fucking interrupt me when I’m concentrating. I can’t have you distracting me all the time.’
That just about did it for Roswell. He growled, and approached the pregnant cat lady, moving near-silently. He looked her up and down – seeing the liquid dripping down her thighs, the bulging movements in her low-hanging baby belly, the subtle shake of her thick ass as she rummaged through a disorganised pile of candy. Roswell snapped a little bit. He grabbed Kokonoe’s fat, well-developed ass and poked his cock against her widening pussy.
‘Hey!’ Kokonoe turned back. ‘W-what the hell are you doing?’
‘I’m getting sick of your shit!’ he penetrated her pussy, shoving his huge cock into Kokonoe, even now. The woman screamed out, moaning like a cow as Roswell began to thrust again. ‘All you ever do is boss me around. You even made me knock you up. Seriously!’
Kokonoe’s eyes rolled back into her head. She could coordinate nothing; her body would not respond. She needed another of those damn candies, but... she threw her head back as she felt a contraction in her belly! ‘Shiiiiit! You’re fucking the baby right out of me. Damn it, Roswell!’ This was not good. She wasn’t supposed to give birth for another week! Yet, deep within her... she could feel her cervix slowly, surely, opening up.
‘You asked for this. Always pushing me around, treating me like some bitch! W-well, no more. How do you like it when you’re the bitch? Huh?’ Roswell knew he shouldn’t lose his temper, but that line about ‘distracting me’ had deeply irked him for some reason. How was this for a distraction?
Kokonoe breathed deeply. ‘I-I'm not angry at you feeling that way... but I don’t think now is a very good time... to... bring it up! AHHHHH!’ Shit...’ more liquid flowed across Roswell’s cock. ‘R-Roswell, seriously! What the hell?’
‘Your candy’s not working anyway! You’re having contractions. I can feel them – you squeeze around me extra tight every time they happen. This is super important for ‘research’, right? Why aren’t you noting this down?’
‘Ah... ah... my... OOOOOOOOOO...’ another contraction. Was she in for a speedy birth? Damn it. Kokonoe tried not to feel too amazing as Roswell pistoned in and out of her cunt once again. Kokonoe would not admit the truth of this either – her candy had failed. She'd knocked herself up on a scientifically enhanced cock, fucked it silly for nine months, and now she was going to deliver right after that cock fucked her pussy wide open. She couldn’t speak or talk, letting Roswell hold her fat butt and fuck her straight into labor. This was ridiculously wrong, and ridiculously unscientific.
...Oh, who the fuck cared?
‘AAAAAH!’ Kokonoe held her belly – another contraction wracked her body, and Roswell slowed, his vengeful fucking impeded by the tight, squeezing muscles of Kokonoe’s cunt. Weren’t they supposed to be infrequent? She was getting them every ten seconds! Shit, was that a side-effect of the candy? That was completely, utterly, entirely... possible. Damn it.
Roswell kept ramming her pussy, recklessly fucking Kokonoe right before she was going to have his baby. True, he’d not have any obligation or responsibility to the child, but maybe he should’ve had at least some level of care. Eh. The kid was coming out either way... Roswell drew his hips back, only to fuck his fat length right back up into Kokonoe with a lewd, obscene slap noise as his groin clapped against her ass. Another contraction passed through her, squeezing Roswell’s cock. Kokonoe’s back arched sharply at the harsh, painful sensation. She couldn’t resist screaming out again, trying to hide her embarrassment.
‘Th-this is wildly irresponsible!’ protested Kokonoe, rather weakly. ‘Ah...’ another contraction, and she felt every single inch of Roswell’s length spearing her cunt. She still couldn’t find her lollipop – not that it mattered. She could feel her cervix stretching open, aided greatly by Roswell’s ravaging of her cunt. The researcher was now leaning down onto Kokonoe, running his hands across her thick, maternal body.
Some of the medicines she’d taken previously had been designed to ease the process of childbirth. She’d had a few chocolates to make her open up faster, to make her dilation far quicker and less painful. Indeed, she wasn’t hurting a tremendous amount. She could almost hear herself squeezing open, and could definitely feel her child slowing moving into position. She couldn’t believe this. She’d done everything to ensure she’d have an easy, complication-free delivery.
Roswell reached up Kokonoe’s body, running his hands across her belly as he kept thrusting. He felt her smooth flesh, which was feeling a bit different. He could feel a lot of little rumbles and hear a few gurgling noises. He moved his hands up further, to Kokonoe’s beautiful chest. Roswell wouldn’t admit it, but he thought Kokonoe looked beautiful like this; with a big, pregnant belly growing his child and a pair of magnificent breasts. Kokonoe had, of course, both enhanced and taken good care of her tits. Roswell reached up to massage them, still thrusting roughly into his partner’s slick, squeezing cunt.
Kokonoe wanted to throw him off her, to berate him for doing this, but... she could not. It wasn’t that she necessarily lacked the physical strength, but... something was keeping her in place, her womb opening up, her lov- her partner’s cock in her cunt. She felt an aching, reasonably powerful pain with each contraction, but it was still diminished greatly. Roswell’s thrusting, along with everything else happening inside created the most indescribable pleasure.
She worried Roswell would harm the baby – but, once again, that was unlikely. Kokonoe had covered almost every avenue she could have with medical science. She’d taken medicine to make her cervix open easier, her pussy expand wider, her child grow safer, and to make her feel less pain and recover easily from pregnancy.
All of them combined meant, despite literally starting to give birth, Kokonoe wasn’t hurting a tremendous amount. Honestly, more than anything, she was feeling a rightful pleasure… as one final contraction hit, Kokonoe Mercury orgasmed, trapping Roswell inside her to squirt his load one last time. Between the tightness of her contractions and her orgasm, Roswell would not be moving. ‘AAAAAAAAAGH!’ Kokonoe screamed, ’ROSWELL, YOU PERVERT! AAAAARGH!’
This wasn’t just any old orgasm. Right as Kokonoe began to squirm in ecstasy again, Roswell gave a final, extra hard thrust, pressing himself into her womb.
The ravenous young man pushed in as far as he could, before filling Kokonoe’s womb with blasts of seed. He groaned, leaning into her as he painted her contracting womb with jizz. Kokonoe couldn’t believe what she was feeling – the combined ecstasy of her orgasm, the effects of Roswell’s enhanced sperm, and the squirming, rumbling feelings in her belly made her scream out. She’d never came so hard – she probably could’ve squirted across the entire room if her passage weren’t obstructed by her partner’s massive dick. She could offer no resistance whatsoever as Roswell kept hosing down her womb... a weak part of her mind protested that Roswell was probably spraying his own damn daughter with cum, but Kokonoe did nothing. She was too fucked out in bliss, in wild disbelief at how good she was feeling, and what exactly she was doing.
‘Ah...’ moaned Roswell, beginning to come to his senses. ‘Oh...’
‘You... nnnnnngh... idiot, Roswell! You’re going to fuck our little brat right out of me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
‘Can’t you come up with some justification of how this is for science, too?’
‘Ugh...’ Kokonoe realised she probably could. In her delirious, euphoric state, she almost said so. Her entire pussy ached with the force of that last orgasm, and she took a few moments to breathe heavily. She focused on not passing out for a minute or so. Roswell slowly inched himself out of her, feeling a little guilt at having taken Kokonoe so roughly and suddenly... but only a little. She grunted and groaned a bit as she felt her cervix stretch open even more. That feeling... the baby was starting to leave her womb. ‘Aaaaaaaaah! Mmmmm...’
Roswell had moved to clean up his cock, glancing back to Kokonoe. This was certainly a quick labor. For all her faults, it seemed a lot of Kokonoe’s medicines did, in fact, work. She moaned, still in a great deal of pain – she'd diminished the pain level of childbirth from catastrophic to significant. She cried out as she felt the head of the child start to pass down into her passage.
Roswell moved back to her, marveling at the sight. Kokonoe was built nicely for this. Her pussy was stretched wide open, prepared and ready for the natural process. Roswell grunted in amusement as Kokonoe shook her hips a bit, trying to wiggle her child out of her squirming pussy. ‘You’ve opened up really wide. Actually, I can see the baby’s head, all the way up there!’
‘AAAAAAH!’ Kokonoe gripped the sides of the desk. ‘This... hurts! Stupid lollipops. I should’ve known they wouldn’t work this close to my due date!’ Roswell made no comment. ‘Ugh... Ohhhh, fuck... it’s coming out. I can feel it coming out, slowly. Even with how much it hurts... it feels so good... you really squirted your cum into me at a time like this?’
‘Seems to have helped the process along. The girl will be out in no time at this rate.’ Roswell crouched behind Kokonoe. ‘You gonna squeeze her out in this position?’
‘Mmph... ah... maybe. Maybe not. My decision.’ She put her head down. Kokonoe now noticed her own tits. Below her had collected a few small puddles of breastmilk. With each strong, squeezing contraction, her tits began to leak creamy rivers of milk. That was to be expected. She’d taken medicine to make sure they grew properly – not too huge, not too small, adequate production... and they were sensitive.
Roswell knew it, but he was more interested in what was going on down below for now. He heard Kokonoe moan, and Roswell heard an unusual noise - a lewd, loud sort of squelch. ‘Kokonoe, the baby’s making its way out. Anything I can do?’
‘Get... out... of... the... way!’ Kokonoe could feel her pussy being stimulated in the most indecent way possible; she could feel the child’s head exit her cervix and enter her birth canal, slowly sliding down her passage. ‘Oooooo...’ Kokonoe got off the table, moving at a snail’s pace. She moved to the lab floor, and got into a squatting position. She started to push, and Roswell sat down next to her.
‘You sure you don’t need my help? That baby looks like it’s coming fast.’ Roswell watched, feeling more empathetic now. Though he wouldn’t have responsibility, and had certainly acted reckless with her, this was still his first and only child coming out. Liquid dripped down onto the floor below her, splattering onto the lab floor. Her cunt stretched and she kept pushing, using all her lewd pussy muscles to push her baby out. She’d barely heard Roswell’s query.
‘I don’t need any... help! Ooooooooo!’ Another wet squelch. She could feel the child in her, pushing through, slowly, the enormous baby sliding down her slick tunnel. Kokonoe wasn’t struggling with this as much as she thought she would. The kid was pushing through her cunt quickly, perhaps nearly halfway down. ‘Just.... aaaaah..... catch her when she falls out!
‘This is happening really quickly. You keep squirting milk, too... and I can see your belly deflating. You were really built well for this.’
‘Sh-shut up! Oooo.... oooow....’ Despite it all, Kokonoe still retained her somewhat dominant personality. She hoped for her child to inherit it. She glanced briefly down below herself - the birth of her child was making quite a mess indeed. Some of her own cum and Roswell’s had stained the floor, along with the fluids that came with her child. This was the strangest feeling she’d ever felt – despite the quite-enormous pain that came from her pussy stretching to give life, she was feeling intensely aroused. Her juices leaked down, out onto the floor, as her eyes rolled back into her head. She felt her child sliding down further, another wet noise sounding as the head went further.
‘It’s going to crown in a sec. I’ll catch her. Keep pushing.’
‘Ah... ah... ahhhhhhhh~’ Kokonoe gave a few almighty pushes, feeling her pussy lips open wide as her child started to crown.
‘It’s got little ears like you… and your hair, too!’ Roswell remarked, starting to hold out his hands. The top of his daughter’s head was visible. He watched, rapt, as Kokonoe continued to squeeze out the baby girl, moaning and groaning, not screaming anywhere near as loud as she otherwise would. Liquid poured out of Kokonoe’s nethers as she squeezed and squeezed, feeling secretly at ease in the natural process. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but she also felt the most, intense, lewd, electrical sensation she’d ever felt.
‘Kokonoe, her head is completely out! And most of her body, too! There’s an arm… she’s almost out!’
‘Ah… oh… AAAAAAAAAAAH!’ Kokonoe’s pain ended as her child slid out of her pussy with a wet, noisy gush. She orgasmed in the same moments, and her cunt kept squirting with the force of a geyser, having a lewd orgasm from giving birth. She squirted like she’d never before, the most mind-numbing pleasure surging through her body as she just kept cumming. Roswell held the child and watched, shaking his head as he watched Kokonoe soak the floor with her juices. ‘Aaaaah… ohhhhh…’
‘Well, congrats.’ Roswell had discreetly cut the cord. His child began to scream, having come out looking healthy and fine to his eye. No visible problems. She was a healthy size without visible deformities, crying loudly. ‘Hey there, little girl.’
‘Ohhh… wow…’ remarked Kokonoe. Kokonoe and Roswell cleaned up from the birth, and said hello to their brand-new daughter.
It wasn’t too long, however, before Kokonoe approached him again, hands on her hips. ‘Right. I demand you impregnate me again!’
‘Ah-b-b-b-whaaaat?’ Roswell, still holding his infant daughter, looked at Kokonoe in disbelief.
‘Yes. My medicine didn’t work. I wasn’t supposed to deliver for another week! This child is technically premature. I must devise something 100% effective against a cock like yours. We must experiment all over again.’
Roswell would’ve thrown his hands up in disbelief if he weren’t holding a baby. ‘Oh, please. You’re just addicted to my cock. That’s all this is, you’re completely addicted to bouncing on my dick!’
‘Shut up!’
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