Fertility Idol: The Professor, chapter 2

As the knife slid through the packing material, more of that fragrant dust filled the air. Dana sneezed, again and again, but on the other hand, the dust smelled kinda nice. Rich, full… fertile, like the scent of a field getting ready to burgeon with new life.

Sort of the way Mary looked.

Dana shook her head in annoyance and then finished cutting the last of the heavy paper, revealing…

A nest of vines? As she looked at the rich green plants, a bud opened up, revealing a pretty little flower surrounded by more of that dust.

“It’s pollen,” Dana said to herself. Then she giggled. She was covered in pollen, like some sort of farmer girl. She licked one finger, liking the taste of the dust, a strange but wonderful taste that she couldn’t actually place.

Didn’t matter, though. Vines weren’t the only thing in the package. Looking at the gleam of gold metal, she reached down and started to gently pull the vines to the side, revealing…

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Dana’s voice filled the office. She couldn’t believe what she was staring at.

Mary had given her this?

The idol was gorgeous. That was the only words that came to Dana’s mind. It wasn’t a traditional Venus Figurine, being properly proportioned, albeit incredibly heavy-bellied, like a woman who was about to give birth, waiting for the sculptor to finish so she could run off and do her duty to the men who had made her theirs.

Theirs? Dana thought with surprise. But she stared at the figurine, at the way her belly was swollen, huge tits above it, the full lips curved in eager pleasure… The curving hips letting her know that this woman had been made to bear a man’s offspring…

Or Men.

Suddenly, Dana got the image of a woman who was her tribe’s servant, a queen who eagerly took every man between her legs, begging and wailing in orgasm as they seeded her fertile depths.

Yes. This woman didn’t try to restrict her attentions… and from the collar she wore, Dana thought that it wasn’t her issue. Maybe instead of a queen, she was the tribe’s property…

She licked her lip at that thought, the idea that maybe she was a prized possession, given to the best warriors, the best hunters, so they could help ensure the tribe’s future by seeding her slutty body, filling her eager womb with their cum…

Dana’s breath started to come faster, the scent of the dust heavy in the room. She could see that the vines seemed to be unfolding, as if by some incredible fertility magic, turning the desktop where she’d put the box into a… a shrine to the idol.

“A shrine to the magic slut,” Dana said and suddenly giggled. Oh yes, she knew this woman had been a slut, just like Mary. A big-titted, big-bellied slut whose magic gift was fucking every man she met.

No wonder Mary had quit. She bet Mary was doing the same or had done the same. Sitting out there, waiting for her men to come back and tell her what to do, being fucked by guy after guy, until her pussy was positively drooling with their cum…or maybe they’d keep her waiting until Mary, stuck-up, arrogant Mary was whining and begging her man to let her kiss his cock, let her raise her ass and expose herself to him, so she could get fucked like she needed to be fucked, and then with a laugh, he’d flip her over his shoulder and take her into the hut where she’d scream the night away, giving her man everything he demanded of her…

Dana’s fingers dropped to her belly, lightly rubbing it, wondering how it would feel to give herself so utterly to a man? To abandon her job, her profession, and become a man’s utter slut, let him handle the money, the job, everything…

“Aaahhhh…” her sigh of pleasure echoed through the room as she thought about it.

Then, with difficulty, she pulled her mind away from images of Mary, big-titted and knocked up (or was that Mary? Some of those images looked like her or her friends…), and stared at the idol.

What…what should I do now? Dana thought. Something like this was a find if it was real, but the problem was that if it was real, Mary had violated nearly every law relating to the transport of archaeological artifacts around when she’d sent it to her.

Granted, sometimes the law didn’t really care about some artifacts, but those tended to be low-value or plentiful artifacts. A previously unknown gold statue definitely didn’t count among those.

If someone found out, Mary might go to jail, but if she didn’t report it, Dana would be fucked, and not in the good, “He’s putting a kid in his woman’s belly” way.

Frowning, Dana sat down in the chair, her legs splayed, and stared at the idol. What to do, what to do…

Absently, she started lightly rubbing her crotch, the pressure through the fabric pleasant on her pussy. It helped her concentrate. She’d never done that before, but it was really… nice.

The late afternoon light, the spicy smell of the pollen, and the way her hand felt, pressing into her dampening pussy, just seemed to suck the energy right out of Dana. She yawned once, twice, then closed her eyes. It was so pleasant to just wait here, just take a nap…

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Dana was standing in the middle of a vast room, firelight gleaming over her damp skin. She was nude save for a golden collar and a leash, quivering with need.

Looking down, she gasped. Her tits were larger than they’d ever been, thick nipples standing erect, the areolas dark and puffy. She could feel the juices trickling down her thighs, her pussy ready and eager to accept a man’s seed into her fertile womb.

And that’s what she wanted. To be a man’s, to take his seed, to become his knocked-up woman, showing off her swollen belly to everyone around her, like a woman should…

And then she saw the men. Tall, bronzed men with rippling muscles, each one as nude as she was, their thick cocks stiff with anticipation, nutsacks swaying slightly underneath them. Dana licked her lips in anticipation of tasting the cum that was already starting to drip from the tips of those cocks. The men wanted her.

Their woman. Their slut.

Then she was falling to her knees as one man reached out his hand, took the golden leash, and lightly tugged on it. Dana shivered with delight as she felt her heavy tits swing from the motion, their nipples brushing the floor. How had she ever gotten so big?

Dana didn’t care. She loved the feeling, hoped that—

Her thoughts broke off as one man gripped her by the hips, and she felt his cock pressing into her pussy. Pressing into her eager, willing pussy, and then without saying anything, he thrust into her, spreading her folds wide, the thick organ filling her like she’d never been filled before.

Dana squealed in delight, but then there was another man in front of her, and her squeal was muffled as he pressed his own cock into her mouth. Mary moaned around the shaft, taking it, taking it all the way to the root without even a hint of gagging. She loved it, she wanted it. She wanted to be like this forever!

She felt her body quivering as their hands roamed over it, cupping her jugs, touching her, making her theirs.

She wasn’t a professor, or a teacher, or a professional now, she was a woman in heat, desperate to be filled… and then she felt it. Felt the cock in her pussy swell, felt is start to spew its hot load into her body, filling her fertile womb with the seed that she would bring to fruition. Then the cock in her mouth was flooding her mouth and throat with its hot treasure, Dana gulping it all down, her mouth overflowing, the semen rolling down her chin.

Moments later, the men pulled out of her. The cock in front of her sprayed her tits and face with his semen, while behind her, she could feel her back and buttocks being coated with more surges, the sheer amount those men were able to generate amazing her. Dana’s cry of release filled the room as the men stepped back.

But before she could fall over, she felt a tug on her leash, pulling her over to face another cock.

Dana squealed in delight when she realized how many men she was going to service. How many men were going to fill her with their semen and make her theirs…

And then, she was raising her curvy ass to another cock while she kissed the cock in front of her mouth eagerly…

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“Aaahhhh…” Dana’s orgasmic moan filled the heavy, musky air of the room. She blinked her eyes once, then opened them wide, looking around in confusion. Where was the room? Where were the men who were fucking their women into a knocked-up, orgasmic haze?

Staggering to her feet, Dana felt the fluid rolling down her legs and looked at her sodden clothes, the very fabric of the chair soaked with the sheer quantity of her sex fluids. She’d been cumming in the real world just like she’d cum in her dream.

She shivered with delight at that. She couldn’t stop thinking about those cocks, those heavy, strong cocks just letting her know what her place was, what her destiny was.

She bet Mary gave thanks every day for learning how wonderful it was to get fucked—and for being given the tits that would do the job!

Mary dipped a hand to her waist, slipping it under the band of her dress and panties and running her fingers over her sodden, mons.

Her delighted moan echoed through the room.

Finally, she looked down at the statue, seeing that the green vines around it had grown even more, now touching the floor in some places. She saw that a few of the ornamental plants she had on the window sill now shared their pots with newly growing flowers.

The dust isn’t just pollen…it’s seeds, Dana thought. She licked her lip that the image of the seeds moving, showing more and more women those incredible fucking dreams…

She shivered. She didn’t need a dream. She needed a man. A man to fuck her, and fill her with his powerful, virile seed.

Dana wanted sex. She needed sex and she was going to give a man all the sex she needed.

In fact, she knew just who to give it to…

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Tom had come in that morning to get the beginning of the year work done. After all, it wouldn’t be long before he was dealing with a new college year, and if you weren’t ready by the first class, you’d be paying for it the entire rest of the semester.

But one thing had been distracting him. He’d been smelling an odd, musky odor for most of the day. It reminded him of growing things and wasn’t unpleasant, not really, but it was distracting.

In fact, Tom had found himself looking out the window more than he should, especially whenever a woman came jogging by through the quad, taking time to stay fit before the place got filled with college students. Normally, Tom didn’t focus on them, but now… The way their bodies were moving, their tits bouncing in the tight halters, and the fact that the college was over 70 percent female students had him thinking about what those women might be like in bed, moaning and gasping and begging for his cock, while he got ready to fill those fertile bodies up so that he could take pride in the women he’d mounted and filled with his offspring…

Tom blinked.

Where had that thought come from? He shook his head before pulling himself away from the window (and that incredible blond chick with the jiggling boobs) to get back to preparing for the start of the college term.

Then he heard a knock at the door.

“Great,” Tom muttered. Who was it now? No doubt, some idiotic issue that would see him stuck here until it was dark and he had to work late because he had to get this stuff done…

“Come in,” he finally called. As the door opened, he opened his mouth to bitch at the intruder but only two words came out of his mouth.

“Holy shit.”