Experimental Failure (Story) (Patreon)

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Working on Maiden - the next winner is Raquel (POV) as the result of an upset!  Next winner, it's looking like the second time someone might win a picture all on their lonesome.  :O

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Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. Ta-

"Could you stop that?!" she said, finally abandoning her attempt to squeeze out a single droplet long enough to scold her lab assistant. Alexandria had worked too hard to build her secret lab for it to be destroyed instantaneously because her idiot lab assistant kept tapping out the tune to a song that only he could hear.

"Sorry, it's just stuck in my head," he admitted, putting down the pen he'd been using to take notes with and / or tap out a billboard top 40 hit on the table with.

"There would be a whole lot more stuck in your head if this reaction gets out of control. Oh... I'm too nervous to do it now. Can you...?"

"Sure!" he said, hastily standing up to join her in front of a table that contained a distilling aparatus and a single flask in a stand that contained a completely clear, innocuous looking liquid. He put his arms around her to take the eyedropper from her and to hold the flask steady, and she froze in place.

"Thank you. Just be... careful."

"How many drops?" he asked, dropping one inside and then preparing to squeeze out another, before she slapped the eyedropper out of his hand, sending it to the floor where it rolled away harmlessly. The contents of the flask bubbled, then the entire flask began to vibrate, and she pulled him away from it as it boiled over and the flask itself turned red hot. When the reaction slowed, she let out a sigh, and the contents of the flask was a pale brown.

"One," she said, turning around to glare at him. "One is fine."

She disentangled herself from his insufficiently terrified embrace and stomped off in frustration. He watched her go, perplexed, then went back to his note taking.

Since establishing her lab, she'd already had several great successes - among them, a self-organizing plastic, a sonic lubricator, a toaster that browned but didn't burn - she was several successful prototypes away from taking over the world, or at least New Jersey, but still, there was one nuisanced in her life that she couldn't be free of.

She found herself constantly distracted by her lab assistant, Luke. Whether it be to ask inane questions, or because he broke another flask, or accidentally let all the gas out of a burner and nearly singed his eyebrows off, she didn't have a moment's peace. So why did she keep him around? Well, for two reasons: first, Luke was brilliant in his own way, with an encyclopedic knowledge of chemical compounds, organic compounds, physical constants and equations - anything a mad scientist would need to quickly recall. More than once, he'd warned her about a dangerous chemical reaction that might take place during an experiment, or what might go wrong with a device just by eye-balling it. Science genius aside, however, Luke could charitably be called rock-fuck stupid, and she was often surprised to learn that he'd managed to grasp a concept as simple as putting one foot in front of the other.

Unfortunately, he had also grasped another simple concept, which frustrated her efforts regarding her second reason for keeping Luke around: "don't shit where you eat." In particular, he had assured her that he would be professional at all times, and that absolutely no sexual intercourse would take place between them under any circumstance, in the lab or out. The other reason she kept him around then, of course, was so that he could lubricate her ovums with his copious gametes during an exchange of bodily fluids, genetic materials, and filthy language. In other words, she wanted to fuck him blind, and be fucked blind in return.

It wasn't entirely sexual. In addition to wanting to climb on top of his cock until either she or it fell off, she also found that did enjoy his company, even as his buffoonish pratfalls cost her long nights of work in a single stroke of brilliant idiocy that she would frequently try to ignore in favor of his more desirable traits. And when he was excited about some obscure bit of minutae, or became excited about one of her creations, she found herself looking at him fondly while wedding bells chimed and pants zippers unzipped in her head simultaneously.

She'd never been a conventional girl... or person for that matter. But she did want a little mad scientist of her own, and someone of her own stripe to raise them with - and Luke definitely had good genetics. He was healthy, attractive, and, from what she could tell based on impromptu measurements of his inseam while she pretended to measure things he was holding, he was hung like a bullmoose. And if she could get married to a man she loved and shove it in her stupid "socially active" colleagues faces at the same time, then spend the rest of her life with him in blissful romance / domestic paradise, all the better.

She calculated the probability of that happening as 0.01%, with a margin of error of 0.01%. That is... without a little help from her creations.

While she tinkered and dabbled and got her Science! on, she found herself constantly thinking about ways to tip the scale in her favor. Nothing of the cackling evil and thunderclaps variety, that is... well, most of the time. She didn't want a love potion of a mind control ray. She just needed a make-my-coworker-see-me-as-a-fuck-goddess-o-matic. Among her more mundane ideas were human sexuality experimentation, but she thought that a little too on the nose. Fertility, on the other hand...

It took a few days after the incident that nearly blew up the lab to complete the synthesis of a large enough quantity to have the desired effect on a human. She asked if he would be willing to be the guinea pig, and he agreed... then asked what it actually was. She hadn't explained it throughout the entire development process.

"It's a sperm enhancing cocktail," she said, pushing a vial into his hand with a little more force than intended. "And, like I said, I need you to test it."

"For flavor?"

She sighed. "No. For efficacy. And side effects, but my rat trials so far have been completely devoid of any. For the parameters of the experiment, I'm going to need something from you, though," she said, feeling her palms start to sweat She adjusted her glasses as they slipped down her nose.

"Sperm?"

"No! Well, yes. I... need you to not... masturbate for the duration of the experiment. Is that acceptable?"

"I... sure. I can do that. How long is the experiment going to go on?"

"Hrm..." she mused, "I wonder..."

She walked one foot in front of the other to her desk, and bent over it to read her papers. While she was down there, she felt her cheeks flush red. "It says here 'as long as it takes.'" When she straightened herself up, she took a glance back at him, and saw that her clumsy attempt at seduction had, by the shape of his trousers, started up sperm production.

The next few days were... difficult. If Luke had been distracting before, he was even more distracting now - and it was because

he

was distracted. She was certain he wasn't masturbating, because every few minutes he got lost in "thought" and then dropped something.

After a week and several doses of the test substance, she decided that there were nearly outside the bounds of the experimental parameters - that is, she couldn't wait any longer. Seeing Luke steal the occasional glance at her while she worked or stare fixedly at her lips or chest as she spoke to him had made her in probably as unfocused a state as he was in, if not worse.

There was just one finishing touch - a fertility drug that she had perfected. She held a pill up to Luke's face as he sat in his chair. "Know what this is?"

"Candy?"

"No, it's..." she started, and then sighed. "It's a fertility drug. Triggers ovulation and helps fertilized eggs implant on the wall of the uterus. Do you know what that means?"

She stared at him, waiting for a response. After a good ten seconds, his face lit up. "Babies!"

She felt her fingers massaging her temples and she didn't remember putting them there. She stopped, popped the pill in her mouth, and kicked her head back to swallow it dry, then looked back at him. "It means... I'm fertile now.

So

fertile."

"Did you... meet someone?" he asked, looking a little crestfallen.

"Kind of. I've known him a while. But I'd like to get to... know him better," she said, sitting down in the chair that she liked to scoot about the office in.

"You should take him camping. I heard that's a good way to break the ice."

She sighed, although more from a tight feeling in her chest than frustration. She felt... really warm. Whether it was the fertility drug, the knowledge that both of them were currently extremely fertile, or the embarassment for being so brazen, she didn't know, but she pushed on, in spite of herself.

"It's not ice I want you to break," she said, spreading her legs, slowly. "Although, I see you've already pitched a tent." He had. She watched as it steadily erected higher and higher in response.0

She assured herself that this was a legitimate experiment, even with the confounding factor of her own fertility drug. All she had to do was ensure that he didn't go all the way - if his precum was sufficient to induce pregnancy, she would consider that the first successful trial. And if he happened to ejaculate in her while she was forcefully ovulating with a drastically increased chance of fertilized egg implementation and his semen was so enriched and thick and full of sperm that impregnation, possibly with twins, was all but guaranteed? That was a risk she was more-than-willing to take for Science.

"Luke," she said, and he looked up at her face, attentively. "If a woman seduced you right now... and you didn't hate her... would you be able to resist her? Or do you think your instincts would take over?"

"If I was seduced right now... I think I couldn't control myself. Is that wrong?"

"No... it's the research hypothesis," she said, standing up so that she was looking down at him. "Okay, I need you to close your eyes." He obeyed.

She slipped out of her lab coat first, then her blouse, then her pants... and finally, with a little reluctance, her shoes.

She felt her bare feet touching the cold floor of the lab... but her entire body felt hot. Her chest heaved and her lips felt dry. She debated taking off her glasses as well, as her sweat made it difficult to keep them up, but she couldn't see a thing without them. She felt the cool air on her naked skin, her nipples hard for more than one reason, and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, and opened her own eyes.

She looked down at him and his prominent stiffy and felt her entire body shudder. She wasn't sure if she could really go on, even though she wanted to, but it was too late to turn back now.

"Okay. Next experiment. When you open your eyes, I need you to keep looking at me, no matter what. Don't look away. You can tell me if you want to... but don't look away, okay?"

"Got it."

She didn't know what to do with her hands. She held up her breasts, then decided against it, then crossed her arms under them, then put them by her side... finally, she decided to cover her reddening labia, in case his reaction was so negative that she decided not to show him that after all.

"On the count of three, open your eyes. One. Two. ... ... ... ... ... Three."

He opened his eyes, and she immediately noticed his pupils dilating. Then the rest of his body dilated. "Alex... you're... naked."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am. And I can't help but notice you're in control of yourself," she said, putting her weight from one side to the other, squirming under his gaze.

"Are you... seducing me?"

"I would hope that would be obvious!" she said, bouncing on her toes, feeling totally exposed.

"Oh. OH," he said, and then suddenly looked... really uncomfortable. She felt her spirit leaving her body, and wondered it was definite proof of life after death. "So you want me to... fuck you?"

"...yes.

Vigorously

," deciding that if she wasn't attractive to him before, then a little desperation couldn't hurt.

Again, he stared gormlessly at her. For seconds, probably, but she was pretty sure that days had gone by when he finally seemed to grok what she was radiating out like a white hot star. A smile spread across his face like a slime mold, and then, he was on her.

She suddenly couldn't breathe, and realized that her nose was pressed against his face, and her mouth was sealed in a kiss, his hands were roughly running over her body, clasping her shoulder blade, and the neck, and her butt, and her hip. She responded in kind, her hands automatically finding his belt buckle, his button, and his zipper in short order, and if he had a problem with her going straight for his dick, he showed it by sporting a massive erection that, upon seeing it, made her vagina tighten up in reflexive defense. She was captivated by it, even as Luke removed his shoes and socks.

He pulled his shirt off, and she pulled his pants down, and then he hoisted her up onto a cold lab table, sending a chill through her spine (and an almost immediate chattering in her teeth as her hot buns pressed against the cold steel), and she spread her legs, reaching forward for him to embrace her. Just as he was about to simultaneously hug her and fill her pussy with enough dick to tide it over the winter, she stopped him.

"Wait! Use this," she said, handing him something she'd serendipitiously discovered on the table. "It's that sonic lubricator," she explained - seeing his girth and length made her realize it was probably for the better that they gave it a try.

"How do I use it?" he asked, turning it over in his hand.

"Here, give it to me," she said, impatiently, and then snatched it from him, hopped off the table, knelt down, none too excited to feel her knees touch the even-colder lab floor, and slipped it on him, then activated it with a small twist of the center ring. Slowly, it hummed to life. "Perfect, now-- oof!"

Having her handle his cock had apparently been the last straw for Luke - he pulled her down to the floor, so that she was on her face and knees, then stepped over her, and before she could rise up onto her hands, he put his foot between her shoulder blades, forcing her face onto the floor once more and straddling her ass, wearing nothing but the sonic lubricator.

Not only would the sonic lubricator help him ease it in to her virginal region, it would also provide some... additional stimulation. Given that she'd worn her current vibrator down to the nub, she knew that she

enjoyed

that kind of stimulation, and also that it wasn't strictly necessary for getting her open and ready to go, but he didn't need to know that.

She felt self-conscious and uncomfortable with her knees on the hard, cold tiles of her lab, but she was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her hot assistant and his also-hot and hard tool, equipped with some extra features of her own design.

She felt the vibrations caused by the directive high amplitude sound emitted by the sonic lubricator along her vulva, and bit her lip with anticipation. She could feel it opening up her vaginal opening at a distance - perfect, she though, as she waited for him to plunge it in.

Then she felt it - a rather embarassing sensation - as her butthole and the inside of her anal entrance opened significantly. While her face turned red, she realized that the sonic lubricator's current frequency was probably a better match for the walls of her rectum than the walls of her vagina - a minor calibration, but one she doubted either of them were in the mood to perform. Still, even if it was better suited elsewhere, it seemed to be having the expected effect where she needed it.

As he approached, the sensation got stronger... in both places. She hoped that he didn't find the view of her anus opening up too distasteful or distracting. She expected him to lunge right in, but he seemed to be hesitating.

"Oh, I get it," he said, coming to one of his epiphanies... and she knew something was about to go very, very wrong.

As it neared her, the hole opened dramtically wider - still not thick enough to entertain a cock comfortably, but certainly a drastic improvement over a non-tool-assisted endeavor - only there was one problem. One procedural failure.

Which hole was opening.

She felt his hips unceremoniously slap into her upturned ass sideways, and immediately lost control of her body as a shockwave went through it and then exploded in her brain. Her entire body twitched around him as it came to terms with what had just happened.

Her voice wouldn't come out - everything was silent, aside from the buzzing coming from within her upturned rear as his cock-ring sang inside of it.

She had felt it go in - there was no margin for error regarding her anal maidenhood. The sudden, surprising loss of her anal virginity was the least of her problems, however, as she had felt a

lot more

sonically-lubricated dick pass through her vibrating, defenseless ring in the milliseconds since her dim-witted lover had made a fatal error in his love-making algorithm.

She felt something, at least, on her pussy - his balls, and realized that her idiot lover had just fed her virgin shitter his entire cock - all in one go. She couldn't even be angry. She knew without detailed instructions, he always managed to cock things up. Only this time, "things" were her brown hole, and he had "cocked it up" in a very, very literal way.

Her ass was on fire - if she had a voice, she would have been using it quite liberally. If the knowledge and sensation of having sex for the first time wasn't overriding her reason, she would have gone completely limp - indeed, if the sonic lubricator wasn't present, she was pretty sure she would have immediately died. Still, while the sonic lubricator had done a bang-up job lubing her previously un-charted anal passage, that's all it had done - it was still completely uncharted territory, now hopelessly cramped with a big dick that, vibrations aside, was still insistently prying open her soft anal muscles. He had just blasted her ass in every sense of the word, and her lust was barely edging out the painful, uncomfortable sensation of having an entire dick ramming into and now sitting inside her bowels.

She still had it in her to roll her eyes, though - Luke was such a

fucking idiot

. But... he was

her

idiot, now, it seemed. She felt a swell of emotion - which was immediately replaced by the sensation of her foolish lover beginning to thrust in and out of her ass, and she wondered which one of them was going to be dead by the end of the night.

With a deep-throated groan, she felt the depths of her bowels invaded by the big, vibrating, pulsing cock, and realized it was too late for course correction - she couldn't risk her magnificent specimen having second thoughts after being told that his forceful entry was into the completely wrong testing apparatus, and she would not endure the time away from it as they disinfected it and she gave her lab assistant a crash course in the female pubic region, particularly the vulva, lest she next experience the thrilling sensation of her lovable idiot's cock penetrating her urethra and giving her bladder a good stuffing. Her rectum and bowels would have to suffer the indignity and soreness instead, and she would have to accept losing her overripe virginity to the man she loved with the same hole her college roommate entertained strangers with in drunken throes of passion. She was so lost in thought and decision for the first few seconds that, teeth gritting and fist clenching aside, her outward appearance was a muted one, and she'd received half a hundred powerful thrusts up her defiled poophole before she returned to her senses and uttered the loaded phrase "my ass..."

That seemed to encourage him more than anything, and she moaned and groaned as he gave her fat butt a good drilling. The sonic lubricator stuck in place around her asshole, giving him a pretty solid target that meant he could easily slip it in over and over again without a change of pace or accidental slippage. She didn't know what Masters-level anal sex entailed, but she was pretty sure she was taking a crash course on it.

She could feel her womb aching to be filled as her bowels were instead, but deep down, she knew it -

this

was how her virginity went. Not with a cervix-tickling, but with a rectal massage that she would

never

forget.

Just imagining the width and length of it, vibrating in her pussy, was enough - even as it blew up her ass instead. She'd never fantasized about anal, but she HAD fantasized about being plugged by his dick, and while the sensation was very different from her fantasy, the general gist of it was there. She felt positively stuffed - in the wrong hole, sure, but what he lacked in accuracy he more than made up for in precision. Over and over her ass was reminded of its current purpose, with an intensity and insistence that made it difficult to remember her intended cock-socket, even as it was stretched and molded in ways that were clearly not intended by its design - when he bottomed out, she was pretty sure the rod embedded stiffly up her butt was keeping something straight that had a natural bend, and that having all of her rings open at once wasn't the natural way of things.

If Idiot-kun noticed that he was churning her butt-butter on the cold floor of the lab, he was all too happy to, and she spread her legs slightly to take his empassioned gut-stabs in relative comfort, conveniently re-positioning his angle of attack such that he was slamming his cockhead into her internal girl-parts, if only through the walls of her burning rectum. If the "experiment" was teaching her nothing else, it was that even in the unlikely circumstances, quivering, lip-biting cervical orgasms find a way. In other words: getting gouged out in her shithole was doing the job anyway.

As he thrust erratically into her rectum, he was hitting all the right spots - and all the wrongs spots, too. Basically, his random stabbings into her guts was leaving her simultaneously aroused, stretched, cramping, lustful, and sore. He was forcing her vestigial anal glands to secrete like an animal, forcing her anal rings to expand and contract in all the right and wrong ways, and forcing her inner sphincter open over and over again in a way that she was pretty sure was bad for her long-term use of it, but very good for his short-term use for it as a masturbatory aide. She had no idea if she was doing what she was supposed to be doing as an anal sex recipient, as she'd, y'know, slept in during that particular class, but it didn't really matter; he was getting off with it either way, in ways that she'd never anticipate a man would make love to her tight stinky butt button. She had spent little time fantasizing about carnal uses for her excretory organs, her presently-plundered donut hole included, but she had to admit that the mechanics of butt stuffing, at least as her misguided lover implemented it, was a true and proper substitute for the gold standard. Despite her mortifying sexual inexperience, she was pretty sure that she could, at the very least, expect a follow-up booty call at some point - even if that call involved a lot more sexual activity with her booty than she would have ever dreamed about, which was none, compared to the all-out anal fuckfest that she was currently enduring and would likely experience in the future.

She whined - she was nearing a breathy climax, to be sure, but the sonic lubricator was definitely going to need an adjustment if it was going to be used for the same purpose in said future; she could tell she was going to be making use of a specially-designed butt cushion for at least a few days following her "deflowering". She had anticipated some discomfort, maybe even pain from her initial sexual encounter, and her hypothesis had been correct, but the root cause wasn't what she had theorized. She turned up her hips and spread her legs a little wider to give him an easier target - taking a big cock in her unused asshole was one thing, taking it sideways was another.

She had no illusions that their current copulation would result in a baby, but took solace in the knowledge that her future baby would be happy that mommy had finally gotten the gusher she'd been so desperately craving, even if it was while entertaining a stupid man with the squishy business end of her digestive tract, making embarassing sounds as he plunged the vibrating monster into her utterly confounded anal hole. Rather than a wet, sloppy sound, it sounded more like someone getting their finger repeatedly stuck in a bowling ball.

His balls kept slapping against her unused vagina in an almost taunting way - not only did it highlight what was going unused, it meant that what she wanted from him and where it was supposed to go were mere centimeters apart. She didn't even mind having to take it in the ass - she could lube up some things in the lab and he could stuff them up her ass until she looked like a science peacock for all she cared, as long as that baby batter got dumped in her quivering pussy as she settled on a baby name.

"I'm... nngh... mmm... I... nnh... love you!" she stammered out, and then her body seized up, her abdomen and chest getting tight, as her eyes rolled up into her head, where no coherent thoughts could register of the encroaching storm, and the dam broke, and she splattered the floor with untouched nectar while the dim realization that she'd just confessed her love to the man drilling for oil up her ass fought against a wave of almost toxic pleasure for control of her mind. She winced as her sphincters unwittingly constricted around him - which he powered through, which made her grit her teeth, but did nothing to diminish the heat or intensity spreading down her thighs and to the tips of her toes, up her back to the nape of her neck.

"I... just came. Fuck... fuck me! Harder!" she heard someone else say with her voice, and her compliant, if stupid, partner doubled up his efforts, making her scratch the floor with trimmed nails as the average pressure in her bowels likewise, doubled, sending a column of thick probabilistic dick right up her ass, straight upward until it felt like it was in the small of her back and the pit of her stomach at the same time. She had no idea how fast he was thrusting - it felt like just a constant vibration and intensity in her entire anal passage, her rectum unwillingly expanding to catch all the quantum fuck being blasted up into it. She knew, at that moment, that it had not only been her voice asking for more, it was

her

.

She didn't doubt that he was going to pop while they were still having anal sex - she had no delusions about getting that sperm bomb where it belonged - but she did worry that with the amount he had saved up, aided by the serum, that she was about to get it firehosed up her extracurricular fudge tunnel with enough force and volume to permanently stain her insides white - or, at least, permanently reshape her plumbing to be more like semen tank than a fudge factory. She debated telling him to finish it on her face, but worried not only about him missing her glasses and blinding her, but about the possibility that he might take that to mean he had free reign to slip it through her lips and blast her mouth the way he was currently blasting her ass. Not only would that mean swallowing down a soda bottle's worth of semen that was thick enough to cut with a knife, likely upsetting and stretching her stomach, bruising her lips and throat, and dribbling out of her nose, it also would mean getting a faceful of butt-flavored wingwang courtesy of her own butt, and there was limited scientific utility in knowing what it would taste like if she stuck her tongue up her own butthole. So she kept her lips sealed, less her idiot lover give her the pornstar treatment, forcing her to developer her own new prototype toothpaste. She doubted his cock would pass the sniff test after vigorously pounding out her ass, so keeping it where it was meant the lesser of two or three evils.

She felt a sudden, hot blast of goo in a rather unromantic portion of her anatomy, and knew that perhaps the most potent sperm known to man was now trapped in thick enough to chew semen, itself on a directed course to someplace that was definitely not her womb - her cramping stomach, where they would meet a rather ignoble end, and then an unceremonious burial would follow as she flushed all that super-sperm right down a toilet.

In other words, he had just creamed in her ass. Big time.

She felt her belly distend slightly to accommodate the load and knew that her intestines were getting stuffed full of that one-shot impregnating goo, and fantasized about one of her eggs quantum tunneling into her rectum and then back, just to balance out the probabilities. She shuddered through another, more low-key if still toe-curling orgasm as she felt the hot jet spray into the wall of her rectum that touched up against her uterus. She imagined herself sitting on a tupperware with a turket baster in hand - not the way she had imagined conceiving but necessity is the mother of invention - but as she came down off her lusty high, the idea seemed less appealing. She knew that the rectum and large intestine are several degrees warmer than the vagina - meaning that all those super sperm were roasting in her previously sperm-free oven, no matter how inviting and accommodating her ass-tunnel seemed to him, his cock, and his misguided swimmers and accompanying goo. She'd never considered herself much of a cook, but she was definitely making a roasted sperm pudding in her bowels - even as he pumped more and more of it inside, to her groaning, growing, uncomfortable tummy's dislike. She was still turned on enough that the tightening in her hot, soupy, waterlogged guts didn't bother her much, but she had a vague understanding that as the amount inside her increased, and her lust cooled, she was going to desire to do what he was doing - ejecting semen, forcefully, from inside of her. A firesale in the lab - everything must go. She'd never expelled semen from her cummed out butt before, but she was sure it was something humans could learn to do quite easily.

He pumped his hot sauce into her fat virgin ass one heaping helping at a time all over her late lunch, hard enough that not only could you hear her stomach churning, you could hear it thumping against her insides with force, as rope after rope shot in and contributed to the flooding in her dark tunnels. She drank his soup with her wrong hole, gulping it down for no real reason other than a mis-aimed hip thrust several minutes prior. She felt it pooling her expanding gut, a spontaneous lake of semen in her bowels that she was going to have to wiggle her hips later to dislodge. A teaspoon of it would be enough to get her pregnant, but she had enough training in biology to know that "majorly butt pregnant" wasn't an actual thing, despite what her distended large intestine and her prominent tummy bulge were telling her sensory systems. She knew it was more like she'd eaten too much - even as he continued to forcefeed more bowel-irritatingly hot semen into her freshly-christened jelly-belly. She felt like her eyeballs were floating.

He was cumming enough in her ass that she was pretty sure he found her attractive, so there was one insecurity speared through and fill with jizz. He filled every nook and cranny - nowhere in her bowels wasn't inundated by her (hopefully) new boyfriend's cum, except for the conspicuous region that was instead stuffed with his cock.

The feeling of being so full made her cum again - a small, frustrating orgasm, but one she couldn't deny - and around the same time, she heard him clear his throat, indicating in his own, stupid way that he was done using her stretched out asshole as a glorified cock-holster/semen-tank/pussy and that she could go back to using it for whatever purposes it served for her when his balls didn't need a place to stash their excess spooge.

If she had gotten him to use a condom, she would have still gotten a big hot surprise right up the shitter, but when he was done she would have at least had a shot at using his genetic material for some egg-basting. But she probably should have thought of that before he flooded her intestines with semen. Now she would get as much benefit from drinking her anal cocktail as putting it inside her nether regions.

When the last of his gargantuan load had been spent in her bubbling blasted bowels, he pulled out, sheepishly, her hips briefly following him for fear that he would pull her insides outside along with his cock. Thankfully, he popped free, leaving her crater of an asshole to wonder

what the fucking shit just happened

to it. It puckered, oblivious, as she calmed her racing heart.

"How's your... ass feel?" he asked, bracing himself for a scolding.

"Like you just fucked it," she said, bluntly.

"Did you... like it?" he asked, hopeful.

"Probably not as much as you did, given how full my guts are. I think I feel your cum in my brain. I'm totally full. Do you know what that means?"

"That... you need to use the toilet?"

"That I can't test the sperm enhancing sperm enhancing cocktail, doofus! You shot all of it inside my ass! Nngh... my stomach hurts."

He knelt down next to her and gingerly touched her swollen, drooping belly. "Does that help?"

"I think, but... mmm... think the testing apparatus is gonna leak..."

He didn't respond verbally to that, and after a few moments of feeling his hot hand rub her boiling stomach, she adjusted the lens of her glasses enough of her eye so that she could see what he was doing, and found him staring, fixedly, at her gaping, stretched asshole, and turned a shade of pink that nearly matched her hair.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, although she already knew what her was waiting for: evidence that proved he'd just anally creampied her, like a true scientist.

If he'd dumped it in her pussy, it would have stayed there - instead of drooling out uselessly from her stretched-out butthole, like it was about to. She pushed, delicately, to let out a graceful little glob for his viewing pleasure - knowing full well that if he really wanted a show, and she thought she could endure the embarassment(she couldn't), she could put weight onto her pelvic floor and shoot out a bukkake's worth of cum, spraying it all over the lab floor. Maybe if he leaned in for a closer look... a little vengeance for a hole defiled.

She let it out glob by glob, feeling hot in the cheeks, as he stretched her big cheeks with his fingers to get a good look. She knew he was going to insert a finger eventually, and was just waiting for it. When he did slip one in, she found it was a lot easier to take than his cock had been. When his thumb found its way to her clit, she realized that oh god, oh gooood... hnnn... mmmm... mmmmg... hunh... ha... uhhhh...

When he pulled his finger free and his hand away, she lost all the strength in her legs, and ended up laying flat against the cold floor, legs spread slightly, anus drooling semen. She lay there for several minutes, thinking over the previous few minutes, during which she'd finally had sex with her crush, lost her anal virginity,

hard

, embarassingly retained her vaginal virginity while having anal for her first time, then received a monster anal creampie courtesy of her beloved, which was still stuffing up her soggy bowels. Her first time was in her shithole, and the only thing she had to show for it was that now she knew how much semen the human rectum could hold before you started to feel queasy.

After cleaning himself off, he helped her up into an embrace, and she gave him a naked hug, her heart still beating faster than normal, her hole still drooling sperm, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, gave him a kiss, and then called him an "idiot". Overall, the true experiment was a success.

While she couldn't judge its effectiveness as a means of impregnation, she found its efficacy as an enema solution to be... outstanding.