Chapter 232 THE FERTILITY DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT pt 2
Chapter 232 THE FERTILITY DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT pt 2
Maggie returned to the Evergreen Fertility Institute exactly one week later, her stomach fluttering with a mixture of anxiety and cautious hope.
She had spent the past seven days reading and re-reading the consent forms, telling herself that the unusual wording was just medical jargon. The clinic had already started her on a specialized hormone protocol, daily injections that made her breasts feel fuller and her skin more sensitive. She felt different already. More aware of her body.
The same friendly nurse led her down the hallway, but this time she was taken to a private treatment room instead of Dr. Hawthorne’s office.
The room was beautiful and clinical at the same time with soft lighting, a large padded exam chair with stirrups, and various monitors. Dr. Julian Hawthorne was already there, wearing his white coat over a perfectly tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders.
“Maggie,” he greeted her with that warm, confident smile. “You look lovely today. How have you been feeling since we started the hormones?”
She blushed slightly. “A little more sensitive. My breasts feel heavier. And I’ve been… warmer than usual.”
Dr. Hawthorne’s blue eyes darkened with interest. “That’s perfectly normal. Your body is preparing itself. Today we’ll begin the first phase of active treatment.”
He guided her to the exam chair. Maggie’s heart raced as she removed her clothes behind a small screen and slipped into a thin paper gown. When she climbed into the chair and placed her feet in the stirrups, she felt incredibly exposed.
Dr. Hawthorne sat on a stool between her spread legs, his broad shoulders filling the space. He was so handsome it was distracting, strong jaw, salt-and-pepper hair, and a deep, soothing voice that made her feel strangely safe.
“I’m going to perform a thorough pelvic exam first,” he explained, pulling on gloves. “Then we’ll begin the insemination protocol.”
His gloved fingers were warm and confident as he examined her. Maggie bit her lip when he slowly slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls carefully.
“You’re already quite wet,” he murmured, almost to himself. “The hormones are working beautifully. Your body is responding very well.”
Maggie’s cheeks burned. “Is that… normal?”
“Very normal,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Some patients find the increased sensitivity quite pleasurable.”
His fingers curled gently, pressing against a spot inside her that made her gasp. Dr. Hawthorne looked up at her, eyes intense.
“Does that feel good, Maggie?”
She nodded, embarrassed. “Yes…”
He continued the exam, but it started feeling less clinical and more intimate. His touch was skilled, almost caressing. When he added a third finger, stretching her slowly, Maggie couldn’t hold back a soft moan.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his free hand resting on her inner thigh. “Such a responsive patient. This is exactly what we look for.”
For the next twenty minutes, Dr. Hawthorne worked her body with expert precision — fingering her deeply, rubbing her clit, bringing her right to the edge before pulling back. By the time he finally withdrew his fingers, Maggie was panting, her pussy visibly dripping onto the exam chair.
He removed his gloves and looked at her with dark, hungry eyes.
“The first insemination will begin now,” he said. “Are you ready?”
Maggie nodded, too turned on to speak properly.
Dr. Hawthorne stood up, unbuttoning his white coat. Underneath, he was wearing a fitted dress shirt that showed off his broad, muscular chest. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Maggie’s eyes widened. He was thick, long, and already rock hard.
“This is part of our optimized protocol,” he explained smoothly, stroking himself. “Direct, fresh insemination from the lead physician has shown the best results.”
He stepped between her spread legs, lined himself up, and pushed inside her in one slow, powerful thrust.
Maggie cried out, gripping the sides of the exam chair. He was big — stretching her perfectly.
“Fuck… Dr. Hawthorne…” she moaned.
“Julian,” he corrected, starting to thrust deeply. “Call me Julian when I’m inside you.”
He fucked her with skilled, confident strokes — deep and rhythmic, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. His broad hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he drove into her again and again.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned, leaning over her. “So tight. So wet. Your body was made for this.”
Maggie was lost in pleasure. She had never been fucked like this — so thoroughly, so expertly. Julian knew exactly how to angle his hips, exactly how deep to go. He brought her to the edge multiple times, teasing her, making her beg.
“Please… Julian… I need to cum…”
He smiled down at her, handsome face flushed with lust. “Cum for me, Maggie. Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock.”
She came hard, back arching off the chair, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him. Julian groaned and kept fucking her through it, then finally buried himself deep and came, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts of cum.
He stayed inside her for a long time afterward, gently stroking her hair.
“That was just the beginning,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Our full team will be involved in future sessions. But I wanted to be the first one to fill you.”
Maggie lay there panting, cum leaking out of her, already craving more.
She had come here desperate to get pregnant.
Now she was starting to wonder if she was getting much more than she had bargained for.