“Fertility Express”
By Rudolph Strang
Both Josh and Catherine Kinsee were a little tired. Perhaps they were more than
a little tired and it wasn’t just physical fatigue, but was emotional fatigue. Josh,
an ebony mephitian and Catherine, a badgerian had been married for over ten
years. For the last five of them they had been doing everything possible to get
Catherine pregnant and even with the best medical help available, were still
childless. It was putting a strain on their relationship, although that was more a
result from their parents on both sides of the family pressuring them. Neither of
them intended to break up however. If it came down to it, they would adopt. They
simply loved each other too much for anything else.
It was late, approaching 11PM as Josh drove the old early-seventies station wagon
they rode in through drizzling rain along a South Carolina county road. The station
wagon had been an intentional purchase due to both childhood sentiment and urban
lore. The car was huge, almost 19 feet long and certainly didn’t fit well in the 21st
century parking spaces at the mall. A metallic olive-green, with faux wood paneling
along the length of the doors and fenders, the massive land yacht had five doors
and three bench seats, the last of which folded up in the cargo area in the back.
Under the hood a monstrous V-8 engine purred away, effortlessly hauling the
three-ton behemoth through the cold rain. Although it wasn’t as responsive as
smaller modern cars by a good deal, even SUV’s couldn’t match it’s armor. Josh
squirmed a little in the seat, the naugahide squeaking a little as he moved.
Naugahide seat covers was one of the reasons, although in hindsight was one of
the sillier reasons he and Catherine had bought the car. According to urban legend,
there were gaseous chemicals exuded in small amounts from naugahide seats that
had the ability to raise the chances of getting pregnant when having sex in a car.
Certainly many babies had been made in the backseats of cars, so by statistics was
supposedly true. It hadn’t helped Catherine to get pregnant but the two of them
were at the point that they’d almost try anything, like driving down a lonely road in
the middle of the night for a solution to their problem.
Josh had been looking along the road for a sign for a while, wondering if he’d
taken a wrong turn. At the same moment he decided to turn back to the last gas
station and ask for directions, he saw the sign heave into view at the entrance
drive of a motel.
FERTILITY EXPRESS
Immediate results for all
your childbearing problems
Maternity wear available
Snorting at the sign, Josh drove off the road and onto a gravel drive in front of
what looked like any normal tourist trap motel. There were only a few cars parked
in front of the rooms from what he could see, stopping in front of a separate
building with “office” posted in front. Picking up an envelope from the seat, Josh
nudged Catherine on the shoulder to wake her as she’d been asleep the last hour.
She looked at him sleepily as he brushed her dark headfur back softly and gave
her a kiss which woke her up a little better and made her smile.
“We’re here, honey.” Josh turned off the ‘wagon’s engine and lights, exiting the
car to slam the door shut and come around quickly to grab his wife, who dashed off
with him through the rain and into the office door.
A bell tinkled mutely as the door closed, the couple finding
themselves in a cozy, well-lit office that would easily pass for the lobby of an
independent mom-and-pop motel. Two of the walls had a couch and padded lounge
chairs, with oak end-tables upon which Tiki-style lamps lit the room. At one wall
was an old soda machine which hummed quietly to itself.
“Ahem.” The couple had been so momentarily distracted by the office that they
had failed to notice a small, inconspicuous spaniel canidian sitting behind the wood
paneled desk opposite from them, his hands folded neatly over a ledger on the
counter-top. “I see you brought the letter. Can you bring it here so I may see it?”
The canidian’s accent was odd, as if it was European but was difficult to tell from
which country. It certainly wasn’t from North Carolina. He took the proffered
letter from Josh and looked over it for a minute, his brown eyes darting to and fro
as he alternately looked at entries in the ledger, stopping after turning a few
pages. “Hm, you are Josh and Catherine Kinsee?” The couple nodded together.
“Excellent. Just the people we have been waiting for. Please sign in on the ledger,
I will need a credit card from you as well. You have not only the temple fee, but
past membership dues as well.”
“Pardon me? Temple fee? Membership dues? What in the world are you talking
about? I thought this was a clinic. Isn’t this a clinic?” Catherine felt the fur
going up on the back of her neck a little. She didn’t like the idea that she and Josh
had driven for hours to find some quackery barn or mumbo-jumbo cult making
promises they couldn’t keep.
“No, this isn’t a clinic. It’s been a motel, but is now a temple complex. Didn’t you
read the letter thoroughly? Everything’s explained on page two.” The spaniel
backed up a little at the ire he saw in the badgerian woman’s eyes, knowing that
woman or not she could rip his face off if righteously annoyed.
“Uhm, there wasn’t a page two.” Josh had come up behind Catherine and put his
arms about her, not so much as an expression of affection, but to be ready should
she get angrier. He knew better.
Looking back into the envelope and finding nothing else, the canidian looked at the
lone page in his hand and then face-palmed.
“I must offer my humblest apologies,” said the poor spaniel, as he looked at his
two customers with genuine contrition. “It is a problem with our printer, the pages
are sometimes left out-“ He went into a door behind the desk, with rummaging
noises ensuing. After a minute, the embarrassed little man emerged, holding a
sheet of paper which he handed to the couple. “Please read this.”
A few moments passed as the couple read the page, at first having skeptical looks
on their faces, smiles and then, something that looked a little like surprise. In
unison, they turned their faces towards the canidian with expressions he only knew
too well, which made him sigh. He reached over to a pegboard which held several
keys upon it and took one off, offering it to them over the counter.
“I understand your skepticism. Please take this as an offering to find out for
yourselves that we are genuine. If you are not satisfied come morning, there will
be no charge. I will not even ask you to sign in or provide a credit card number, you
at least deserve a place to stay for tonight.” Josh took the key, after which the
canidian disappeared through the door behind the desk without a word. After
looking at the key for a moment, they shrugged and went outside to park the car in
front of their room.
*****
“Well, this doesn’t look any different than any other roadside motel, other than
that this one seems stuck about thirty years in the past.” Catherine was fairly
much correct in her observations. Brown shag carpet covered the floor of the
single room, which reflected the decor they had seen in the motel lobby. The
middle of the room was dominated by an imposing king-sized bed, with a television
set on a stand in the far corner and a chair and dresser in the other. There was a
kitchenette, a small refrigerator with some ice, sodas and a coffee-maker. Poking
her head into the bathroom, Catherine was satisfied that the place was at least
clean, if not outdated. Josh sat on a side of the bed and she joined him.
The two sat there for a few moments, not saying much at all but just looking at
the room and each other before finally turning in unison to look at a point in the
room both of them had an interest in. Since she was closer, Catherine reached out
and opened a drawer in the night-stand to the left of her and pulled it open.
Inside was a small velvet pillow, two golden medallions resting upon it. Picking them
up, she looked at the both of them for a few seconds, then handed one of them to
Josh. They giggled and snickered together as they looked closer at them. The
medallions had little figures on them, one male, one female. the features being the
source of the mirth.
“I do not think I have ever seen balls this big,” snorted Josh as he showed his
medallion to his chortling wife.
“Hmph! Take a look at her!” Catherine’s eyes teared-up with mirth as they looked
closer at her medallion and laughed.
“We are glad that you are at last finding some humor in your situation.”
The voice, or rather what seemed like a combination of voices, one male and the
other female, warbling in and out of various octaves came out of nowhere. It was
actually like many voices, but in chorus and hard to put to where the source was.
Both Catherine and Josh stiffened and sat up straight, looking around for a source
of the voices.
“You will not find any physically detectable source of our communication,” said the
voices in its changing sing-song. “It has been a long time in finding you. You have
no idea how pleased we are that you have found each other. There are so many
hurdles we and our chosen have to cross, and our competitors have no qualms about
throwing more in our way.”
“Competitors? Who are you? What are your names? What proof do you have
that what we want you can deliver?” Josh was getting angry, although he was slow
to such in comparison with his wife. He did not like being toyed with, and
suspected that the whole arrangement was an elaborate joke, his tail frizzing out
with his emotions.
“There is no reason to become angry, we do not wish to upset you.” The voices
seemed soothing and conciliatory, like a narcotic buzz arising in Josh’s mind. While
he sat and listened, he and Catherine began to feel a comfort they hadn’t felt in a
long time, as if they’d just come home on a holiday. “Our competitors are the
others who will not answer your prayers. Who we are is you, we are every couple of
the chosen, but now we are Joshua and Catherine Kinsee. Whatever proof you
need lies in those medallions. You know what you need to do with them.” When
Catherine and Josh paused, the voices prodded them on: “Do not be embarrassed,
we know what you have and always will.” Josh and Catherine looked at each other
for a few moments and then began to undress slowly, their eyes searching points
around the room for hidden cameras or microphones.
Josh always had an appreciation for his wife’s body. Catherine wasn’t slender or
slinky, but was robust and curvy, her stocky badgerian heritage showing. Catherine
felt the same about her husband, who was built a bit more slender than a
badgerian male, but had magnificent black and white fur, the kind she wanted some
of her children to be born with. As per the instructions they had read, the both
of them each placed the medallions in the left palm, the male in Josh’s left and the
female in Catherine’s. Coming together they clasped hands in an embrace to kiss.
What happened next could best be described as a silent explosion, a white flash
that burst between them causing them both to fly apart from one another,
momentarily blinded. Catherine landed upon the bed which squeaked noisily and
Josh fell on the floor ass-first with a dull thud. An oddly heavy dull thud. It took
a few moments, but both of them began to realize that something had changed.
As her vision began to clear, Catherine sat up on the bed to try to look around the
room and was instantly aware that her body felt different, largely different. As
she looked down at herself, she could see why.
“Holy shit!” It wasn’t her voice, but was instead Josh’s, who was still sitting on
the floor making some observations about himself. When Catherine looked over at
him, her eyes widened a good amount and her eyebrows went up. When Josh
looked up from his own discovery and saw what had happened to Catherine, he did
much the same.
While Catherine still looked like herself, her physical proportions had changed.
To start with, her bust had increased from a 36C to what she could best estimate
to be a 46D and had difficulty getting her fingertips to meet while cupping a
breast with both hands. Sliding off the bed, she walked over to face the mirror
over the dresser and took a look at herself, her jaw dropping open. Not only was
she suddenly well-endowed in the boob department, but her hips had widened, she
was almost a head taller than she had been before, and her body had a heavier,
toned build as if she had been a fitness enthusiast all her life. She looked behind
her as a dark-furred form joined her in the mirror.
The changes that happened to Josh were more dramatic than Catherine’s
because his more slender build had transformed into something very different.
While he was still the same as Catherine had remained the same, he now towered a
good foot over her and his build had widened such that his shoulders would brush a
door-frame. His entire body was thick and ropy with a highly developed and
defined musculature that made his fur bulge and shift as he turned and moved in
front of the mirror. What was even more surprising was hanging between his legs.
“I think we have your attention now.” The voices seemed to come from inside
their minds rather than from everywhere in the room. “You are us now, our
manifestation in this physical world. If you both look at your palms where you held
the medallions you will see our mark.” As the pair did so, they could see circular
scars the same shape and size of the medallions, patterned with the pictures those
medallions had shown. “Nobody but yourselves or other active chosen can see
these markings,” the voices spoke. “This is our blessing, our promise of protection,
our promise of good health and fortune, our promise of happiness. Take it and
celebrate it. Take it and give the blessing to your children.”
Catherine didn’t need any prodding to understand it was their cue to get down to
business. Taking Josh by the hand, she pulled him away from the mirror where he
was obviously fixated by a certain change of his and pushed him onto the bed. She
then moved atop him, straddling over his legs as she addressed the growing
monstrosity rising from his groin. If it hadn’t been real, Catherine would have
laughed at the thick, summer sausage-like phallus rising and stiffening, the veins
pulsing against its skin in time to Josh’s increasing heart-rate. When she touched
it, she could feel it throb with a heat she’d never felt from Josh before. His sac
was another thing that really had her attention. Without a doubt, Catherine was
sure that any medical examiner would consider Josh’s balls to be a major deviation
from the norm, perhaps even freakish by society standards. Fascinated, she
cupped his peach-sized testicles and hefted them in her palms, wondering what
new capacities her husband was endowed with.
“Uhm, honey?” Catherine looked up to see her husband peering at her with a
pensive look on his face. “I’m just as interested in what’s new, but I think if you
play with those too much, I’m just gonna pop.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” growled Catherine huskily as she stood on her knees and poised
over Josh’s shaft, just clearing it high enough so that it was nudging firmly against
the swollen lips of her sex. It almost seemed as if it was nosing her, champing at
the bit to drive in and fill her. “The only fireworks you’re going to be shooting off
will all be indoors, if you get my drift. Criminy, I hope it fits.” Settling down
slowly, she felt her lips part over his glans, continuing to widen past the point
where she was sure she would be too small, but was surprised at the results. As if
she was tailored to fit the swollen girth, she accommodated his pulsing phallus as it
slid all the way into her, feeling his bulbous sac press against her backside.
Clutching her hands over her tummy, she realized that he was actually seated at
the door to her womb. She took a deep breath, and began to move atop him.
The room seemed to twist and turn as their bodies collided, Catherine rising
slowly and falling, her body shuddering with each impact upon the hilt of her
husband’s shaft. Moments seemed as minutes and minutes as hours, as Josh
grabbed his wife by the hips helping to lift and pull, feeling his glans prod at her
womb, his sac rising and growing tight. Moisture condensation gathered upon the
windowpanes, mimicking the rain that still fell heavily outside. The lights in the
room flickered momentarily and then went out as a bolt of lightning outside
crashed and illuminated the room in a titanium flash as they both suddenly came to
orgasm.
Josh arched his back as he ejaculated explosively into Catherine, splashing his
thick seed into her as she romped atop him, her sex clutching at his shaft as his
swollen glans pistoned more seed into her. The lightning crashed and lit the room
about them, almost in time to their frenzied rutting, then abruptly stopped. All
was darkness and silent except for the couple’s gasping as they slowed and caught
their breath, Catherine rolling off to lay along side her husband. In a few
moments, the lights went back on. They lay together for a time before either of
them spoke, still awash in bliss from the raw intensity of the act they had just
completed.
“Honey?” Catherine licked Josh’s nose as she looked into his eyes softly and took
his hand into hers, placing it upon her belly. Josh sat up and looked at her, feeling
something odd by touching her. “I think we really did it this time,” Catherine
breathed into his ear. “I can feel it inside me, the empty pit that was always in me
feels full now.”
Keeping his hand on Catherine’s belly, Josh angled himself up on an elbow to get a
better look at her tummy which he still had his hand on. He wasn’t sure if it was
the difference in her proportions from the change, but her belly did have a slightly
convex appearance to it. Whatever it was, he knew as she did. With a tear running
down his cheek, he looked at the ceiling gratefully.
“Thank you. I’ll never doubt you again.”
“Neither will I,” said Catherine, joining in chorus.
“We are grateful for your faith,” sang the voices in their heads. “The only thing
we wish, is that you enjoy our blessings and have happy lives, but for now it is time
for the quickening. It would be a good idea for you to lay back and relax,
Catherine. What we are about to do will at first seem a bit frightening, but should
be quite wondrous to you in a moment.” Catherine complied, laying down upon the
bed, resting her head on pillows Josh tucked underneath her as they both
watched, wondering what was going to happen. They weren’t disappointed with a
long wait.
Catherine took in a breath as she felt her body tingle, like she was in a warm
effervescent bath. As she and Josh looked with anticipation at her already
slightly risen tummy, they saw it begin to fill, at first pushing up and accentuating
the bulge over her pubic fur, then progressing to cause her navel to ride upon the
crest of her belly’s curve as it rose. At the same time, the swell pushed out
towards her hips, widening and pulling her skin taut as her stomach burgeoned
upwards. Her belly-button stretched wide and then popped out as the arc of her
mid-section climbed higher and higher. As abruptly as it began, it stopped.
Breathing heavily, Catherine cradled her stomach with her arms, now looking to be
a very near full-term pregnancy.
“How do you feel, honey?” Josh was saucer-eyed at what had happened to
Catherine, and was now able to feel the movement of a small shape within her belly
through his palms.
“THAT,” Catherine gasped, “was the biggest rush of my life. You know that
fantasy I’ve had, the one where the fertility drugs give me a multiple ovulation and
I have fraternal twins? It’s even better than that!”
“Granted.”
Catherine’s eyes widened as she made a little “o” with her lips and her husband
got a pinched look on his face at the acknowledgment of their astral benefactors,
which immediately made itself present. As before, her belly began to rise, but not
as much as it widened. A definition line formed, crossing from her sternum over
her navel, following the sharp curve down to her pubic fur like lobes to each side,
accentuating the fact that she now carried two young within her. Her abdomen
soon hung over her hips, and crowded her upper thighs before her growth stopped
again.
“Uhm, I think I’m done with this for now.” Catherine ran her palms over her now
doubly tight tummy, feeling the churning of two little ones within.
“Damn,” muttered Josh as he poked at his wife’s taut belly. “If I tossed a
quarter on that, I bet it would bounce back five yards.” The both of them broke
into laughter then quieted as they looked to the ceiling. “So what do we owe you
for this? How can we repay you?”
“Nothing more than to be what you already are, amongst the chosen,” came the
voices again. “Would you like us to explain what we are?” Catherine and Josh
nodded enthusiastically, now very curious about their invisible benefactors.
“We are the oldest of the gods and goddesses of your world. In the beginning of
time as male and female first came together to have children, we were there to
bless them, to help them increase their numbers in a primitive and hostile time. As
more numbers filled the world, new minds with new ideas and needs called out to
other gods and goddesses, amongst them was Gaea. She had her own agenda, she
had her own rules. Many followed those rules, her harsh requirements rewarding
strength and cunning with success supplanting our own more forgiving ones. As
your intellect grew and technology advanced, you eventually forsook her and took
to more intellectual and ethereal deities, who are more interested in power. The
ones who are the most popular today, are the most ineffectual. They are also the
most unforgiving, because they owe nothing to you and enjoy dangling you on a
string for their own amusement. They cause the world the most pain. It is just a
game to them.” The voices sounded a bit despondent, causing Josh and Catherine
worry and sympathy.
“What can we do?” The couple knew that in all their lives, their beliefs had never
rewarded them as they did now.
“Hold your beliefs in us. Find others of the chosen. We select and guide you to
lead positive lives, to improve your community, your societies and to be more
tolerant of others. Our children are the peacemakers, the creators, the dreamers
and wanderers that look for adventure in life. We look to join all hands in one
common goal, to understand our differences without trying to capitalize on the will
of our people. We want you, our chosen, to take your destinies. Someday, when
there are enough of us we can rid the world of the tyranny and judgmental avarice
of the popular gods and you will all be free. Please rest now. Tomorrow we will
speak to you more and give more guidance as to what your future may hold.”
With that the silent buzz in Josh and Catherine’s heads fell silent, although they
could still feel what would always be an unmistakable presence. The lights went out
in the room and the couple came together, centered around Catherine’s belly. As
Josh nuzzled her, Catherine squirmed and sat up.
“Can you turn the lights back on, Josh?”
“Sure. Is something wrong?” Worried that his wife had discovered another
“development” of their situation, he was concerned and hopped out of bed to
fumble at the switch on the wall. When the lights came back on, he looked at his
wife quizzically as she left the bed and walked to the bathroom. Turning around as
she reached the door, she looked back at him and ran her hands over her gloriously
fecund middle.
“Those stories about the uterus pressing on the bladder are true. I have to pee.”
She went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Josh with another
pinched expression on his face. It was the beginning of many perplexing things she
would do as an expectant mother. Josh would soon gain interesting stories to
share with other perplexed husbands.
**********
The next morning, Catherine and Josh awoke, once again finding themselves
different, but the change was back to what they had been before. The only
difference, was that Catherine was still pregnant with twins. After using the room
telephone, they ordered some maternity wear from the office which arrived with a
free breakfast as well. Catherine found some of the odd victuals to be particularly
tasty, but Josh referred to the meal as “pregnant fare” and stuck with the toast.
Arriving in the motel office, they paid their bill, which came out to a little over
three thousand dollars due to back membership dues and temple fees. Neither of
them batted an eye. The small canidian waved them out the door with a glowing
smile and as the two of them looked back, they could have sworn he was dressed in
the regalia of a grand priest before looking again and seeing him as the simple
person he was before. Climbing into the station wagon, they slowly drove away,
Catherine looking over the seat behind her and Josh in the rear-view mirror as the
motel sign faded into the distance behind them.
“I wonder if we’ll see that place again,” said Josh, reaching out his right arm to
draw Catherine to him.
“You don’t need to.”
Normally, a voice speaking out of nowhere would cause a driver on the road to
swerve crazily and perhaps become involved in an accident, but Josh had
experienced his fill of startling things recently. He simply pulled over to the side
of the road and let the opportunity for a nerve-wracking adrenaline jump go by.
Turning around in his seat, he waved a finger about while thinking of a retort of
some kind.
“You’ll get a chance to use that line in a few years, just like your father did.”
Josh remembered the vacation trips with his family in a station wagon not too
unlike the one he was driving now. There were times when he and his sisters didn’t
get along too well, and the resultant effect was his dad pulling the car off the road
to show that he really could reach his kids from the front seat. He smiled,
practicing with a grab at the empty back seat.
“Wherever you are, we will be when needed. When you are ready for another
child we will be there to give it to you, but you will not know our hand upon you
unless you ask for it. We do not wish to be intrusive.”
“What about that body transforming thing you did on us, is that going to happen
every time? What are people going to think seeing me come back from a trip
nearly full-term pregnant?” Catherine was concerned about the ramifications of
suddenly being pregnant when she wasn’t before. Questions would be asked,
eyebrows raised.
“Memories are flexible. We have taken care of the problem and you will discover
that all people you know will think you have been expecting for some time. Your
future children will arrive in normal time, so there will be no need for manipulation
then. As for the transformations, that was only a demonstration. If you like
variety, we are more than able to provide you with many different shapes and
visages to entertain you. We like to please our chosen. Take advantage of these
things we offer you. Membership has its benefits.”
“That sounded like a credit card commercial”. Josh smirked at his back seat and
heard nothing in reply. Reaching towards the back seat again, he swept his hand
back and forth. Thinking of his father’s favorite line to quell back-seat riots, he
grinned widely and pulled back onto the asphalt, the motor of the station wagon
growling as it tugged them away. Catherine leaned against him and he put his arm
about her. As they traveled down the road to home, visions of the nuclear family
danced in their heads.
“Hey, what is it about naugahide? Is it true?” Josh had to shoot out that last
question.
“To a point, it is,” said the voices, suddenly returned. There was a peal of humor
in the tone. “We blessed as many car seats as we could and some took and some
didn’t. We have the best luck at drive-in theaters.”
Moving his rear in the seat, the comforting squeak assured Josh that even kitsch
has it’s own charm.
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