Spreading
Genes In Tight Spaces
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 5
The next time Jason woke up, his body wasn't much different. He was
more muscular, his beard grew heavier, and his cock and balls were
noticeably bigger. But it was nothing like going to sleep a boy and
waking up sexually mature and lusting after females.
He was surprised to find he had only been asleep four months.
When he had been up for a day and mostly adjusted to being awake again,
Boss told him that he had a special appointment. He was going to see an
important man -- the ship's medical officer. He made his way down
narrow corridors that took him far away from where he had lived all his
life. He opened the door and just walked in.
What he found was composed of elements dimly familiar from pictures he
had seen online, but he had never dreamed such a thing would be aboard
their ship.
There was a plush red carpet on the floor. The walls were lined with
polished wooden bookcases and filled with real books. He had played
with a book when he was younger, but it was just a sort of curiosity --
like a toy. There was a desk, also of wood, and a large swiveling chair
behind the desk, a simpler one in front of the desk.
Most unusual was the man. He was an older gentleman. He had gray hair
and some wrinkles on his face, and he wore a dark suit.
"Sit, sit," he said, indicating the smaller chair, then sat himself.
"So you're Jason," he said, looking the boy up and down. He held a
manila folder in his hand. "Jason Bobreau" was printed on the tab.
Jason knew his last name, though it had played little role in his life.
He had been the only "Jason" among his peers, so no last name was
needed.
"I'm Dr. Stanley Morgan, the chief medical officer on this ship."
Jason wasn't sure what to say, so he nodded.
"This ship currently has about 1,800 people aboard, and we have just
found out that you are the most important person of all."
Jason stared blankly. This made no sense.
"I figured that would get your attention. You are so important that
they woke me up from deep freeze to tell me about you and approve the
new plan," he said and chuckled.
Jason realized that he must be one of the three original men who had
been frozen all those years!
"Let's take the bigger picture. First, tell me everything you know
about our mission."
Jason did his best to describe what he knew. It was presumably relevant
now in a way that it had never been before, and he surprised himself at
how much he remembered.
"That is very good, Jason. You are a fairly intelligent boy, and that
will be a benefit for us all." He looked Jason up and down. "Maybe not
the most handsome," he said mostly to himself, "but that isn't so
important."
The older man in the suit continued. "We have continued to receive
reports from the robotic probes on our new planet during our voyage. We
knew the environment would be challenging, but a new and worrisome
challenge became apparent. Do you know what radiation is?"
Jason wracked his brain but had to shake his head.
"It's rays that are emitted from certain rocks. That's not important.
What's important is that it is poisonous to humans, and there is a lot
of it on our new planet. A lot more than we thought when we left earth.
It will severely limit the areas we can live in."
"A baby was born a few weeks ago, a little girl named Eve, who has a
remarkable ability to tolerate radiation. Not that we actually gave her
radiation, but her tissue samples show she can tolerate it. She is your
daughter."
Jason sat up, surprised.
"Oh, I guess no one told you. You have... seven daughters.
Congratulations, papa!" he said, holding out his hand.
Jason had seen handshakes but he had never shaken anyone's hand before.
Dr. Morgan gave a quick smile and drew his hand back.
"Surely you knew we were trying to get you to father some children?"
Jason nodded. He had known it in theory, but to think that he would go
to sleep and wake up what seemed an instant later and have actual
little squirming daughters -- that hadn't quite sunk in.
Something flashed in his mind. If he was a very important person, he
figured he could ask. "Is one of them Sally's?"
Dr. Morgan looked back at the chart. "Sally, Sally, ah yes, Sally!
There's a note here about you and Sally." He read a little more and
chuckled, "Here's one about you and Tina," and wagged his finger at
Jason. "Against orders, and in the bathroom!"
Jason turned noticeably pink.
"No, no, think nothing of it, my boy!" he said, waving his hand in
dismissal. "We're all lusty humans, she is a very lusty one, and it's
good that you have a very healthy sex drive."
Jason relaxed.
"Anyway, yes, one of the girls is Sally's, though not the one we are so
interested in."
"Who's the mother of that one?"
"Donna."
"Donna, Donna..."
"Your first! Does that help jar your memory?"
Of course he remembered his first time, though her name hadn't come to
him right away. He could still feel that sensation -- the first orgasm
of his life. He hadn't been totally sure he had gotten the stuff into
her instead of shooting it on her belly before he got connected.
Apparently he had.
"Anyway, it appears there is a gene that conveys resistance to
radiation poisoning. It's recessive, which means when a person gets two
copies, they have this resistance. Apparently you have a copy and Donna
has a copy, and they lined up in your baby."
Jason shook his head and turned his hands palm up.
"Ah, yes, you probably haven't studied genetics, have you..."
Jason shook his head.
"The important thing is, you've got something in your genes -- your
heredity -- that can make people resistant to radiation poisoning. You
know that children inherit traits from their parents?"
Jason nodded. How much of an idiot did this guy think he was?
"It's kind of like blue eyes!" he said. "You know how sometimes two
people with brown eyes have a blue-eyed child?"
Jason nodded. That he was familiar with.
"But a lot of brown-eyed people could never have a blue-eyed child no
matter how many they had, even if they mated with a blue-eyed person?
"Imagine a situation where blue eyes were incredibly rare. Almost
everyone is like that brown-eyed person who can never have a blue-eyed
child. Almost as rare as the blue eyes are people who can have
blue-eyed children. You and Donna are those people. You don't have blue
eyes yourselves, but your daughter does."
Jason kind of got it.
"We are very interested in you and Donna both having as many children
as you can. Unfortunately, Donna can only have about one a year. We're
going to try harvesting some of her eggs, but it doesn't work so well.
Nowhere near as well as on earth.
"You, on the other hand, can have children. Lots and lots of children.
Have you heard of artificial insemination?"
Jason got a puzzled look. It sounded familiar.
"It's where we take that sperm -- the stuff you ejaculate -- and divide
it into little tiny blobs and inject it into women. At least that's the
way we'd do it with you and girls and women who can get pregnant
easily. But the sad fact is that artificial insemination doesn't work
here in space -- or at least not on this ship, in this space, right
now. We don't know why.
"So it seems that the way for you to have lots of children is the way
you were doing it last time you were up. The old-fashioned way. But it
isn't too bad, right? You didn't mind?"
Jason grinned.
"This gene is so important that if we could, we'd have you father every
single baby we make aboard ship from now on. We probably can't quite
pull that off, but we're going to try -- or I should say, mostly,
you're going to try -- um, if you're willing."
Jason decided to try his hand at genetics. "So Donna and I will try to
have more kids, right?"
"Absolutely."
"But unless there happens to be another woman like Donna on board, we
won't get any others, will we? I mean, it's not very likely, is it?"
Dr. Morgan smiled. "Very reasonable conclusion. But the outlook is much
rosier than that. Because even if there's no one else on board like
Donna, and even if Donna died tomorrow, half of your children will be
people who are like you and Donna who can themselves have those
radiation-resistant babies a quarter of the time."
"A quarter?"
Dr. Morgan waved his hand. "The exact numbers aren't important. But the
point is that somewhere between an eighth and a quarter of your
grandchildren will be those special people like your daughter, even if
there was no Donna."
"But I thought Donna was half of the reason we could make that
daughter."
"That's true," he said. "Donna was most vital for letting us discover
what you have. But she's not vital to making more."
Jason shrugged.
"In any case," Dr. Morgan said, rising. He leered and said, "Time to
get fucking, my boy!" Perhaps realizing he should retain some
professionalism, he said, "I should say, time to start inseminating
fertile females."
Jason remembered how a handshake went, and reached out his hand.
Dr. Morgan took it and smiled.
"Now, if you ever need anything, if you have any questions, use this
email ID," he said, handing Jason a card. "The and relevant
people will know to let you have anything you need, but sometimes
things don't go according to plan. You can also punch this code," he
said, pointing to a series of four numbers on the card, "on any of the
communication pads and you will get attention -- fast."
There were little numeric pads built into the walls in various places,
including one in each room, but he had never thought they had any
relevance to him.
"Where would you guess your first stop should be?" he asked.
"Donna?"
Dr. Morgan smiled.
But then Jason paused. "What about Sally? I want to see Sally."
Dr. Morgan's smile vanished.
"Ah, Sally, Sally. You think she's wonderful, don't you..."
"She is wonderful."
"OK, sure, she is wonderful. Here's the problem. Do you remember how
just before she went to sleep Sally was telling you not to have sex
with those girls who were watching? And how you felt guilty about it?
"Yeah," he said.
"That's totally natural -- part of being human. The problem is, we need
you to be fully interested in having sex with as many women as
possible, without guilt, without any hindrance. We're worried that if
you see Sally, those old concerns will come back."
Jason thought. "OK," he said, "but if I'm pissed off because you're not
letting me see Sally, I'll be even less effective at fathering babies,
don't you think?"
Dr. Morgan sighed. "Yes, yes, of course." He stroked his chin. "How
about tomorrow? You can see Sally tomorrow?"
Jason paid a visit to the nursery -- two separate ones, actually,
because for whatever reason of organization and efficiency his mothers
were in different groups.
Six mothers introduced him to their joint daughter. He joked with the
mothers about the one matter-of-fact sex act that had conceived their
child. He held the babies, and looked into their eyes as they looked
into his. It was a sweet and tender moment. Flesh of his flesh. Now his
job was to make more of them.
He would meet his seventh daughter the next day when he met Sally. The
last one of the six was Donna and her baby Eve.
"So this is the girl who will change the world," he said.
"Yeah, this is her. Isn't she adorable?"
"Yes, she really is. She doesn't look any different from the others,
though, do you think?"
"What do you mean she's not different? She's the most beautiful of all!"
"Well, yes, I can see that -- she really is!" he said, savvy enough to
know why she was upset. "She just doesn't look, well -- strange, if you
know what I mean."
"No, of course not. She's special in her chemicals, not the rest of
her."
"Guess so."
He held the dear little thing. This was the incredibly rare baby who
was resistant to radiation poisoning. He wasn't resistant, but he was
the most important person on the ship, not her. Sometimes he got why
that was, and other times the understanding vanished.
"We're supposed to make another one," Jason said, looking at her.
"Yeah, and I hope it can be a little nicer than before!" she said.
"Sure," he said. "It was my first time, so I was totally clueless."
After a pause, "Guess I knew enough to make you pregnant, though."
"Instinct. Like any male animal. You got the sticky stuff in my wet
stuff, and that's all it takes."
"You're making me hard," he said.
"It is the right time of month," she reflected, looking down.
"Huh, I guess Dr. Morgan knew that or he wouldn't have suggested I come
here first?"
"That's creepy."
"Yeah." He continued with a smoky tone, "So, where should we go so I
can make love with you?"
She looked at him, "Make love? Hey, don't overdo it!"
They both laughed, and he felt relieved.
Their eyes met and the laughter died. "Now?" she asked.
"OK," he asked. "Guess we've got to find a room."
Donna asked a robot in the next room as she handed her baby off to his
care, and the answer was quick. The top of a pair of those small mating
rooms was free right around the corner.
The two 14-year-olds climbed in and shut the door behind them. They
stripped without fanfare and turned to each other as they lay on the
bed. Jason's penis was hard in anticipation of fucking this hot girl.
He nudged her legs apart with his hand, reaching in to rub as he had
been taught.
She smiled, but after a moment took his hand and held it still. "You're
the father of my baby," she said earnestly. "That's special."
"Yeah, it is," he said. It was true, of course, but it seemed to mean
more to her than him.
"And you'll be the father of my next one too..." She thought a moment.
"We ought to get married!"
"Ummmm," said Jason. They both knew enough from their lessons to know
about monogamy. "I'm going to be sleeping around."
She laughed. "OK, yeah, you're not a very good catch." He knew she was
joking, but there was something wistful in her tone as well.
"So, back to making another baby?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. Still holding his hand, she took a couple fingers and
rubbed them a little slower than before in a slightly different place.
Then she let go and he kept up the motion she had showed him.
He wanted to roll onto her and stick his penis up inside her, but
needed to wait for her to get ready. He looked at her from time to time
with a significant expression, but mostly he looked down below where he
was rubbing. She closed her eyes and began breathing a little faster.
"OK," she said at last, lying back and spreading her legs wide.
He got into position above her, she spread her lips, and he pushed in.
When they were fully engaged, he lay down on her, holding himself up
enough not to crush her, but lay his head beside hers on the mattress
and looked away. He was tired of this significant glances business.
But unlike their first encounter, he didn't spurt right away. He kept
up his thrusting for several minutes. It felt really good, and she was
panting and moaning too. No harm in holding a reasonable length of time
to see if she could have an orgasm. But he was only going to wait so
long.
A minute later she moaned and shivered and said, "Yes!"
With the girl satisfied, he just concentrated on his own fuck strokes,
getting more pleasure with each thrust, the pleasure building and
building.
"Aaaaah, Mmmmm," he said. "Have ... a .... BABY!" he moaned as he
splatted her innards for the second time.
He got dressed without looking at her, and she shortly followed his
lead.
"I hope we made another special baby," he said.
"Yeah, me too," she said, stroking his face with her hand.
He exercised, then turned to his computer and read some stuff before
playing a few games.
The message came up on his screen. "Can you meet Linda in room 181 at
7pm?"
"OK," he typed. The map showed him exactly where room 181 was.
"Hi," he said as he joined her and shut the door behind him. She really
wasn't such an attractive girl, at least she wasn't his type. But she
had breasts and hips and a hairy mound which promised that a warm and
welcoming vagina could be found just below.
"It's my first time!" she said. "And we're going to make a baby!"
"Yeah, that's the plan."
He rubbed her between the legs. He could feel that significant look she
kept giving him, making it clear that she thought what they were doing
was Very Important. He didn't hold her gaze, though. He loved fucking
these girls; he'd never tire of that. But it was just fucking and
fathering children. He was weary of girls thinking this was all very
special. As the minutes went by and she gave no sign of feeling
aroused, he found he was getting bored, and he sighed.
She sighed too. "Oh, OK, go ahead and do it," obviously disappointed.
He turned over onto her and fingered the opening of the promised
tunnel. His fingers may not have gotten her to sigh and moan at all,
but they had succeeded in making her very wet just inside her lips.
That was what mattered most to him, and he dove in. He looked at the
spot where his prong disappeared inside her body. That was sexy and a
far better thing to look at than her face that was Seeking a
Significant Connection. He didn't hold back, but since he had just come
in Donna less than six hours before, he wasn't on a hair trigger.
Still, in a couple minutes he pressed within and felt his pleasure as
the ejaculation process unfolded.
He rested just a minute before putting himself together and walking
out. Back to that game on the computer that he had saved.
He met Sally and her daughter in one of the little "fucking rooms".
"Sally!" he said.
"Jason!" she replied. "Isn't she beautiful? Molly? Your daughter?"
"Yeah, she's very cute." He had seen little baby girls all his life as
he spent his hours holding them and rocking them. He had already met
his other daughters, and that magic feeling of beholding his very own
offspring was fading.
"I'm trying to see if she looks like you. I think I can see it around
the eyes."
Jason couldn't see anything other than a baby face. "So how are you?
Other than the baby?"
She looked up as if returning from a distant planet. "Oh, I'm fine."
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes, yes, of course. But I went to sleep pretty much right after I saw
you last, and when I woke up I was in labor. And since then -- well,
she is awfully cute, don't you think?"
"I've missed you Sally. I was hoping we could sleep together at night
again like we did the night before you left."
"Oh, I guess, but I have to keep waking up to feed Molly." The little
girl wasn't even four weeks old.
"I don't care."
"It's awfully crowded in one of those bunks."
It was time to spring the news about how very important he was.
"I think I could get us a bigger bed. You know why?"
"Yeah, they came to see me last night."
"They did?" He had hoped he could be the one to break the news.
"Yeah, they talked about how special you are, and how much they're
counting on you to make lots and lots of girls pregnant."
"But I still want to sleep with you."
"It's not going to work, Jason, don't you see? I have this baby who is
the love of my life now, and you're going to be doing it with lots and
lots of other girls. We had a nice little thing before, and I do like
you a lot -- really, I do! But maybe we've moved past that."
Jason was annoyed. Sally had lost her feeling for him so fast? "I want
to have sex," he said bluntly. As a male he was interested in sex most
of the time, but his interest increased when the status of his
"relationship" was murky. The lesson built into his genetic code was:
even if she's leaving, try to leave her pregnant. He wasn't consciously
aware of that rationale, but he really wanted to do it with her.
"Oh," she said. "I don't think I'm fertile, and you're supposed to be
saving your sperm for fertile girls."
"I don't care. I want to do it with you."
"I guess... Molly's going to want to nurse pretty soon."
"No, I want to do it with you now. Right now!" He was becoming animated.
"Umm, maybe I should take Molly back to the nursery first."
"No, she's young, she'll never know anything. See, she's sleeping."
"I don't know, Jason..."
He was done talking. He tugged hard at Sally's shorts.
"I don't know..." she said.
"Take them off! Now!" he said.
Sally looked at him, startled, then hastily took off her lower garments
and laid herself out, gently putting little Molly at the top of the bed
out of their way.
Jason was angry. He wanted to get his cock in her and shaft her, ream
her, fuck her. He didn't bother to rub, and she wasn't very wet. But he
still managed to get his cock up her pussy and began fucking away. She
lay impassive beneath him. After a minute of very hard strokes, looking
at nothing but her twat, he came, splatting her innards with his stuff.
"Goodbye," he said, pulling out and dressing quickly.
"See you, Jason," Sally answered, obviously relieved that he was done
using her body for his selfish pleasure.
He felt a little remorse for being so insistent about sex, but he
certainly wasn't going to apologize.
"What can I do for you, Jason?" asked Dr. Morgan. "How's it been going?"
"It's OK, I guess."
"You've probably knocked up a couple more girls," he said.
Jason shrugged.
The doctor continued, "I hope you're not too upset about Sally."
"She told you about how that went?"
"We asked. She didn't say too much but she did say you were interested
in sleeping together and seemed disappointed when she said she wasn't."
"You sure you didn't put her up to it?"
"Yes. We told her exactly what I told you, and maybe she understood it
a little better or at least agreed more. It is more in line with her
own feelings. She's naturally in love with little Molly, and like a lot
of women she has a hard time feeling really close to a guy who is
screwing around. And boy are you screwing around." He smiled.
When Jason didn't say anything for a while, Dr. Morgan said, "So what
can I do for you today?"
"When I did Donna and that other girl, they made me feel kind of
guilty. They look at me meaningfully and want me to gaze back. I'm sure
they'd love to kiss if I was interested in it. But Sally's the only one
I want to kiss. The others -- I'm just fucking them.
"You are a very sensitive boy to notice and care about how the girls
feel. A lot of guys would just ignore them."
Jason wasn't sure what to say.
"We'll give them a better idea of what to expect," he said. "This ties
in well with something I wanted to mention to you."
"Yeah?"
"Our girls and young women are mostly healthy, with fresh young bodies
that are designed to get pregnant easily. You make a high-quality semen
that is very good at making them pregnant. And mostly they do. But we
have some data on how we could get the pregnancy rates even higher.
Statistically significant, no less."
"Huh?"
"Ah, yes," the doctor laughed. "That just means that we're sure about
it and not just guessing. But you don't need to know all the details.
"It's not just the semen that makes them pregnant, the sex act itself
is important. Back on earth artificial insemination worked quite well,
but it doesn't out here. The better the sex, the more likely they are
to conceive. But 'better' isn't what you might think. It's not the kind
of stuff girls want you to do. It's other things -- things they don't
like." The doctor listed some things that surprised Jason, then said,
"One is going so deep you hit the end of her vagina. Judging from the
records on you," he said smiling and looking at the folder in front of
him, "you're almost always going to hit the deep end of the vagina.
You've got a nice long penis. It's thick, and that helps too, you know."
This was quite the speech to take in. His cock started stiffening as he
heard what the doctor wanted him to do to the girls, and it stiffened
further as he made kind remarks about its size.
"Hi," she said with excitement as he entered. She had all her clothes
on -- T-shirt and shorts, presumably with panties underneath -- the
normal attire on the ship.
"Hi," he said. "Get those clothes off now, OK? I can't very well fuck
you with cloth in the way."
"Oh, OK," she said, perhaps a trifle disappointed.
"I suppose you've got a dry cunt instead of diddling yourself to get
wet?" he said wearily.
"Oh, no, I'm wet!" she said. "I did it a lot, but I just put my clothes
back on because I thought it might be fun for you."
"Well, it's not," he said, as her T-shirt came off last, leaving her
naked.
She had a warm bashful smile and looked down instead of meeting his
gaze.
"Here's the deal," he said. "Me Tarzan, you Jane. You got juicy cunt.
Me got big meat. Me stick meat in cunt, shoot you full of jism and
knock you up. Clear enough?"
"OK," she said, deflating a little.
"So spread 'em."
She lay on her back and spread her legs.
"Further... as far as you can... more."
"That's as far as they go!"
Jason lowered himself into position. Pulling down on her hips with his
hands, he forced her legs further apart with his knees.
"Ouch!"
"Oh, shut up," he said.
He found the approximate right place with his cock and shoved, her
pelvic opening funneling him to the right spot. It was hairy and dry at
first, and she winced. But he kept driving in, and soon his cock found
the liquid in the well, and sliding back and forth pumped it out and
spread it around the outer parts too so he had a good smooth fuck.
The girl's eyes were watering.
He bit hard on one nipple and tasted a little blood in his mouth.
She stiffened but didn't cry out.
He fucked her in idle mode, just in and out a little, while he took her
neck with one hand and shoved her face into his underarm.
"Jason!" she said.
"Take a deep whiff. Smells wonderful, doesn't it?" Part of his regimen
was not to bathe too often.
He then lowered himself on her, being sure that her chest took his
entire weight, lay with his head to the side, and growled into her ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard, you breeding bitch."
His hands now free, he worked them under her butt, one on each side,
and squeezed the flesh hard, pinching it. He also pressed so his cock
could burrow deep. He felt it press against the inner end of her cunt.
"Ouch," she whined. "You're not being very nice."
"I'm not trying to be nice! I'm trying to fuck you pregnant. Now shut
up."
He bit her ear but didn't draw blood -- he didn't really like the taste
of blood.
Then he settled in for concentrating on the sensations on his cock.
Fertile girls had especially wet and welcoming cunts, and his cock felt
wonderful as her cunt caressed his shaft on every stroke in and out.
He kept up a commentary with his mouth right at her ear, surely louder
than she would find comfortable. "Oh, good fuck, you've got a great
cunt... What's your name? Forget it, I don't give a shit... Ah, feels
great,... Unnnh, unnnh, mmmmm, fuck you, ah shit, aaaahh, unnnhh,
unnnhhh, yes, mmmmm, OOOOOHHHHH!" he shouted and rammed his cock in as
far as it could go. His cock twitched and bulged as he surged his semen
deep inside.
The girl shrieked and writhed from the sudden sharp pressure deep
inside, but she had nowhere to go, legs spread wider than they were
meant to go, big boy pressing her into the mattress and making her gasp
for breath. Her situation had some resemblance to being a bug stuck on
a pin.
But he rewarded her impudence by digging his fingernails hard into her
butt cheeks.
When his cock had oozed its last dribble up the girl's cunt, he waited
for the best of the warm pleasant glow to fade away, also catching his
breath.
Then he disengaged and rolled off her.
She lay there, stunned and gasping now she could finally get enough air
again.
He dressed and left without a word.
He was of course being crude and rough with her to up the chances of
her actually getting pregnant. Part of what helped the girls get
pregnant was if they didn't know that.
Now Jason could eat up, work out, and play on the computer before
sacking out. There'd be another girl in the morning. Or sometimes old
women -- like 25. He could tell as soon as his cock punctured her
whether she'd had a baby already or not. The ones who hadn't gave a
nicer grip, but they were all just fine.
Jason was lolling in his bunk after breakfast. He had turned down his
morning fuck.
"Hullo," he groaned.
"I'm an associate medical officer on the ship."
"What happened to Dr. Morgan?"
"Dr. Morgan went back into hibernation, so he'll be available in later
years without aging too much."
Dr. Watkins changed her tone. "You turned down your morning
insemination. The day before yesterday you turned down both of them,
and we figured you were just having an off day. But now it's looking
like a pattern so we thought we'd ask what was going on."
"I'm tired of being a jerk. That one in the afternoon three days ago? I
left her sobbing."
"It's unfortunate, I know, but she's more likely to be pregnant."
"I know
that," said Jason with some exasperation. "But she was sobbing her
heart out. I don't want to do that any more. And the one yesterday
afternoon? She was pissed off. I was afraid she was going to hit me or
something."
"Hmmmmm."
"Making a baby is supposed to be fun for the girl too," he said. "Back
in the old days when I was just starting out a fair number of them
seemed to like it; some had orgasms."
"You're saying you'd like the girls not to be complaining? We could
give them a sedative, I suppose, but that interferes with their getting
pregnant too."
"I don't want girls who are drugged -- I want girls who like it, or at
least don't mind."
Dr. Watkins found him. "Is this working out better?" she asked.
"Much better!"
"You think you might be able to do three a day sometimes? We've got
girls coming in and out of their fertile periods, having to wait
another month because you're booked up."
"That would be fine," he said, imaging three butts with aromatic
dripping pussies presented to him each day instead of just two.
Three a day worked pretty well. The girls got themselves wet, and he
didn't even have to take off his T-shirt if he didn't want to. He
didn't really need to take off anything if he didn't feel like it, just
whip his dick out through his fly. But he usually stripped from the
waist down so he could get a good deep penetration with flesh touching
flesh on the outside as well as inside.
He did some of the girls many times. If his sperm didn't take root one
month, it was time to try again a month later. Other times they did get
pregnant but had early miscarriages.
When he was identified as the most important person on the ship, Jason
had been offered a room all his own. He had initially enjoyed the
luxury and privacy, but he felt lonely there. Then he ordered up a room
that was a little larger than the one he had shared with his seven
age-mates the first time he woke up sexually mature. But he had only
three people to share it with. It felt luxurious.
First he chose girls to live with, but there was a problem. He wanted
to fuck them, and their inclination was to accept his penis
enthusiastically. But of course most of the time they weren't fertile,
so that was sperm wasted. The powers-that-be then offered him some
girls who wouldn't let him do them. But he found that frustrating. No,
it was better if the only females he met were fertile ones that needed
fucking.
Instead he took a couple boys as his roommates. Dr. Watkins explained
that this was a good thing, actually. Instinctively, his body reacted
to the competition around him by producing more sperm. The three of
them compared notes on their conquests. Mostly he listened to them and
said little himself. Dr. Watkins told him a secret: while those boys
had a chance to fuck lots of girls, they never got to fuck one when she
was fertile. Only Jason's sperm was allowed in their pussies when it
was time to breed.
"It's time for you to go back to sleep," said Dr. Watkins.
"Huh?" said Jason.
"Actually, now that you're fully grown up, it's going to be deep-freeze
instead of sleep."
"Are we running out of girls for me to knock up?"
"Not exactly running out, but they are running low. What we call
diminishing returns. You could keep knocking some up, but a lot fewer.
A great many are pregnant, and some of the others might have fertility
problems."
"Oh." Jason had woken up at age 13 for a couple months, but then they
had gotten him up four months later when they found out how special he
was. He was now 16 and had been breeding girls for two years.
"We may need you for many years to come -- maybe a century. We can't
have you growing old on us, so the plan is to freeze you and then wake
you up now and then to fertilize a whole bunch more of girls."