Looking at Titties Proctor's lurid, sweaty, now apparently unremarkable body laid out on the floor, Stan's first instinct was to fuck her again. He was only human, and that meant he wanted sex. In his post-orgasm clarity, however. He was more inclined to clean up his mess.
Titties sat herself up, reclining against the hard plastic bathroom stall divider. She watched with a lewd smile on her face, making no objection as Stan selected her again with the app. She'd been told not to worry about what he changed, and she prided herself on being a good obedient slut. Anyway, the uncertainty just made her hornier.
“One of the sperm you pumped into Titties has impregnated your subordinate with healthy identical twin girls.”
Stan's heart stopped. Casual adultery was one thing, but what would Alice- now Cherryclit, he reminded himself- say when she discovered two illegitimate children? She was always so understanding, after all, what husband hadn't impregnated a stranger once or twice, but he couldn't help but be disappointed in himself, especially when she'd been trying to get pregnant again herself.
He was shaken from his reflection by the phone, the word 'Hesitation' flashing on the screen. He made the only change he could think of to assuage his guilt at betraying her.
“One of the sperm you pumped into Titties has impregnated your wife with healthy identical twin girls.”
The screen flashed.
“Each of the sperm you pumped into Titties has impregnated your wife with healthy identical twin girls.”
Hoo boy.
Stan tossed Titties' phone on the ground. This was too much. He couldn't deal with it.
As he walked back to his desk, feeling like a ghost, he dialed his wife's number.
“Hey, uh, Cherry, how are you feeling?” he probed.
Her voice over the phone was concerned and surprised, but also breathy and labored, like she was holding herself back.
“I'm fine, of course, What's wrong, honey, you always call me Clitty unless you've got something on your mind.”
Stan sighed. First thing's first. He always hated this part.
“I'm sorry Clitty... I cheated on you again, with that slut Titties Proctor from the office. You know I can never resist her.”
Cherryclit's response was the last thing Stan could have expected.
“Oh, that's wonderful! I never could figure out what you saw in that plain little girl, but you know the doctor said the chances were much better if you fucked her instead of me. I'm glad, really, after we've been trying to conceive for so long.”
Stan did his best to hide his confusion, but he was utterly lost.
“Well, uh, let me know if you feel unusual. Remember the home tests aren't reliable right away. I'll be home by, uh, six, most likely.”
“Yes, yes dear. I love you. You know I'll be waiting for you.”
“I love you too, Clitty.”
With that, they hung up, his wife's name feeling more and more natural each time he said it. The last few words she'd spoken, 'I'll be waiting for you,' had a breathy, electric quality that seemed to hang in his mind. Before leaving, he googled how many sperm were in a typical ejaculation, and discovered it was anywhere from 100 to 300 million.
And this had been much more than a typical ejaculation.
And each one had conceived ~twins~.
Doing his best not to grapple with the idea that, in nine months, a single digit fraction of the earth's population, up to a billion, perhaps, would be his daughters, Stan Wilson headed home.
He had been gone for several minutes when Titties stirred from the stupor brought on by her whirlwind first female sexual experience. Already she wanted another round. She'd have to get used to that. She hefted her tits, wondering whether she'd ever catch up with her peers. They felt like at least a G-cup; they hadn't grown so much in one fuck since the day she'd lost her virginity, but, then, she'd still been a man then, but...
She had already given herself a headache when she remembered she'd been told not to worry about it. Shaking, she fixed her clothes, collected her phone, and staggered out of the men's bathroom.