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Seed Sower
Synopsis: When a man is asked to help overcome another
couple's infertility, he balks. The other woman, however, is quite
determined to get his help - by any means necessary.
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Seed Sower
Sometimes, when we have deep secrets, we have to tell others,
or we go mad. At least that's what I learned long ago in college
psychology. Hiding secrets goes against our very nature, against
our fundamental social ethic. Sharing a secret, so the theory
goes, is good for the soul.
I have one such secret. As secrets go, it's a whopper. You'll
understand when I finish telling the tale. I'm doing it this way, in
this story in this particular forum, because I can maintain my
anonymity and still get this off my chest. As a side benefit, this
forum is replete with stories such as I am about to tell.
Who am I? It doesn't matter. I could be anyone. Joe Average,
with an average job and an average family living in an average
house in an average town. Who I am is less important than what
happened.
I should have seen it coming, and yet, because it was so
incredibly unbelievable, there was no way I could have predicted
it. Nearly eight months ago, I was taking my four-year-old
daughter to her swimming lessons. The school has a covered
heated pool, so the lessons go year-round. It works out nicely
that way, especially during their 'slow' time. The few students who
are there year-round get extra attention off-season. Apart from
the owner, the staff is mostly college-age girls working their way
through school. A few of them are married, and most of them are
quite nice.
I guess because I'm considered a nice friendly guy, I got to know
the girls pretty well. One of them, Cathy, confided that she'd had
some single dads come on to her. When I asked her why she
was confiding in me, she shrugged and said that somehow she
knew I was 'safe'. That was a pretty nice compliment, I thought.
Kind of a 'big brother' feeling. I'd always tried to be a friend to
ladies rather than a 'predator'; it was just the way I was brought
up. So being called 'safe' made me feel like I had a friend.
My daughter Julie really enjoyed the swimming. She was the only
student in her class in the off-season, and she liked the attention
she got from the instructor Wendy. While she swam, I usually
had some quiet time to read or listen to music on my MP3 player.
After a while, though, Sonya, the girl who ran the office, started
talking to me, just like she occasionally did.
It was innocent chat - at first. Were my sons going to be enrolling
for the summer sessions? If so, Sonya reminded me, I needed to
get them signed up soon so we could schedule them all together.
I let her know that I appreciated her thoughtfulness in reminding
me, and that I'd get them signed up right away.
After that, Sonya spent more and more time talking. Mostly, she
talked about my kids and her daughter. It was, for the most part,
pleasant conversation, although once in a while Sonya strayed
into rather personal conversation. When she informed me that
she was hoping to have another child, I wished her good luck, but
then I warned her - with a smile - that two children weren't twice
the work, but four times. She smiled back and said that from
watching me, she figured they were worth at least four times the
joy as well.
The next week, Sonya informed me matter-of-factly that she and
her husband weren't able to conceive. That made me feel
uncomfortable, and I told her so, but that didn't stop her. She
went on to explain that, unknown to her husband, she'd somehow
gotten a sample of his sperm to a fertility doctor. She'd found out
that he was 'shooting blanks' as they say. She figured it had to do
with the chemical plant where he'd recently started working. I
asked if he knew. She shook her head and said no.
I should have cut off the conversation then and there. If I'd have
felt less sympathy, I would have. But I couldn't help myself. I told
Sonya that, unless she _and_ he agreed for a donor, they'd have
to settle for adopting a child. Sonya seemed pretty upset. She
said she was going to have a baby. I told her that eventually her
husband would find out that he was infertile, and then they could
go from there, whether it was a donor or adoption. Sonya
seemed a little upset - she said that her husband would never
accept a child that he didn't think was his.
I told her that she was going to have to tell him. But she said all
she had to do was find someone suitable who was willing to 'sow
some seed'. I was shocked at what I thought she was hinting,
and I excused myself to go check on my daughter. I didn't want to
believe that she might be suggesting what I _thought_ she was
suggesting.
When I got back to the parents' area, Sonya was gone. That was
a big relief, because I frankly hadn't liked where the conversation
had been going. I sat back down, put on my headphones, picked
up my book, and tried to forget about Sonya's words.
About five minutes later, I heard Sonya calling from the office.
She needed some help reaching some folders up on the top shelf.
Common sense should have intervened. But I really didn't think
anything of helping out - especially since this was not exactly a
private business. I set down my things and went in the office to
give her a hand.
The owner had installed an automatic door closer to help keep
some peace and quiet in the office area. When I stepped through
the door into the office, it started to shut behind me. That was a
key component of Sonya's plan.
She was in the office, all right, but not exactly as I'd expected to
find her. I'd expected to see her standing by the shelf, perhaps
reaching for the top shelf that she couldn't quite reach. Instead,
she was bent over one arm of the chair, her hands handcuffed to
the other arm and holding a curious little statue, and buck naked.
I know my eyes went wide. I didn't even speak. If I'd have seen
myself, I know I would have looked like a cartoon with eyes
bugging out in shock. It was time to retreat. I grabbed the door
handle to get out of that very embarrassing scene.
As soon as I touched the handle, the world went black and I felt
myself spinning. It seemed that the world spun for a long time,
but eventually light returned to my eyes and things seemed stable
again. I glanced up -
And saw myself looking down on me. And then my male body
watching me said it was happy that I was coming around - as if
that made any sense.
I demanded to know what was going on - and got a big shock
when I heard the voice echoing in my ears. It sounded softer,
higher in pitch. And I felt a cool breeze on me. Facts were
pouring into my brain telling me that the impossible had
happened. I glanced down to where the feeling of weight hung
from my chest, and as I'd begun to suspect, I saw a pair of naked
and ample breasts hanging down. I looked up again, and saw my
body smiling.
The first exchange is always the hardest, my voice explained. It
laughed and said I shouldn't struggle until I got my strength back.
I tried to stand, and I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs holding
my wrists firmly in place. In fact, they were holding my hands to
the legs of the stuffed chair, which in turn held my body firmly and
helplessly across the arm of the chair. I looked up again and
demanded to know what was going on.
My body smiled and explained. The little metal statue near my
hands was an old family heirloom from Sonya's family, an artifact
that, under the right conditions, let two people swap bodies.
Sonya was now in my body. And when she saw my look of
disbelief, she smiled. Yes, it really does work - like I was finding
out.
My mind raced. This was impossible! It couldn't be happening.
And yet, it was. I could feel the cool air on a naked body that
wasn't mine. I could feel breasts hanging like pendulums from my
chest. I could feel long hair against my neck and shoulders and
dangling around my face. I glanced down again, and found
myself staring between a pair of nice breasts. I looked up again.
"Why?" I asked, afraid of what she might want and trying to stall
for time and answers.
Sonya smiled a wicked, almost evil sort of smile. She explained
that she needed my help in conceiving. And since I wasn't going
to help on my own...
I tried to get up, but the handcuffs stopped me. I was trapped.
And I was beginning to fear her intentions. I demanded that she
let me go - or I'd scream.
She actually laughed at that, then dared me to go ahead. All she
had to do was use the statue to swap back, then anyone who
came would find me standing over her, handcuffed and naked.
I swallowed hard. She'd figured things out pretty well. If _that_
happened, I'd be lucky to not be accused of rape. She had me,
and her grin told me that she knew it. I got a sudden inspiration,
and I grabbed the statue again.
Sonya laughed again as she told me it was a nice try. But both
people have to have a metallic contact with the statue, and since
she wasn't touching it - or the doorknob which was connected to it
by a wire, it didn't work. She added she'd touch it - when the time
was right.
She walked behind me. Handcuffed as I was across the chair, I
couldn't really turn and see, but when I heard the sound of a
zipper, I knew what she was going to do. I begged her to stop, to
not do this. The sound of pants rustling to the floor let me know
that she had no sympathy for my pleas.
Then I felt her touch me. Her. Me. Whatever. It was confusing.
She touched her own body. I tried to turn, to get away, but she'd
planned _that_ too. My - her - butt was pointing up toward my
body, helpless across the arm of the chair, and with no slack in
the handcuffs, I couldn't move much.
I heard myself whimper as she continued to touch. It was so
wrong. I felt so cheap, so violated. But after the first couple of
times she brushed her clit, I couldn't help myself. It felt _so_
good. She laughed and continued. And I continued to whimper
as the unfamiliar sensations continued. She said it seemed that I
was enjoying it. Then she cruelly asked if she should stop.
I tried to tell her to stop. God help me, I tried. Every ounce of my
being cried out to be freed from this humiliation. But Sonya knew
what she was doing. The fire she'd lit in that body from her
careful touch was unquenchable. It burned unlike anything I'd
ever felt, and I wanted, even needed, more. Her body overruled
my logical, rational thoughts. I couldn't speak, only whimper for
more.
Sonya laughed. Her touching stopped. I tried to look around, to
see. I felt my cheeks burn as I realized that I was about to beg
her to continue. Instead, I felt something large and warm
pressing against Sonya's moist crotch.
I tried to wiggle, to squirm, to get away from the prick which was
about to impale me. As I did so, Sonya laughed more, as all my
attempts were doing was sliding her deeper inside. All I'd done
was help her penetrate me. Then she started pumping the rod
inside me, and I heard myself moan again. I felt my legs
spreading wider. My own balls were swinging in time with her
thrusts, and I felt them slapping against the flesh of her vagina as
my own dick pumped rhythmically into me. I felt tears running
down my cheeks - tears of shame at being used like this, tears of
humiliation at realizing that I was actually _enjoying_ this
experience, tears of frustration that I was so utterly powerless.
On and on she pumped, deeper and deeper, until after what
seemed an eternity, I felt her stiffening inside me and shooting her
load. After a few extra pumps, probably to ensure that she got
every last drop of my seed inside her body, she slowly withdrew.
The body betrayed me. Her departure left me feeling abandon,
empty, incomplete. I'd felt the orgasm building through her
touching, resuming as she humped me. But it never came. With
my cheeks burning red and tears of shame on my cheeks, I found
myself begging her to finish me.
With sadness in her voice, she said she couldn't. Based on an
on-line article she'd read, an orgasm changed a woman's
chemistry, making it more acidic. If I had an orgasm, it would
make it more likely that a baby would be a girl. And since her
husband wanted a son, she couldn't take that chance.
I begged her to swap me back now that she was done. She
seemed to ignore me. Instead, she started playing with the
breasts on my chest. I gasped at the sensitivity of them. Her
touch was almost an electrical shock, sending pleasure out to join
the fire in my groin. When she licked and kissed them, the
sensations grew more intense. On and on she caressed and
kissed.
After quite a while, she moved around behind me again. I
suspected that she'd been waiting to get hard again so she could
get another load. As she started touching my moist crotch, I knew
I was right. Once again, she pressed a firm penis against my
rear, and once more, I felt myself being pierced by her organ.
She was almost rough this time, spending little time with me and
thrusting deep and hard and fast. In minutes, she'd brought my
body near orgasm again, and once more, she pulsed inside me
and shot another load. This time, however, with the extra
stimulation of the breasts, I felt a small series of pulses ripple
through the muscles, accompanied by the small orgasmic pulses
seeming to course through my entire body.
She pulled out abruptly, ending the mini-orgasms I'd experienced.
I could almost hear her smiling. She said I was pretty good as I
heard her pulling my clothes back on. Then she walked to the
desk, picked up a key that was in plain sight of me, and unlocked
the handcuffs.
I wanted to attack her for violating me. But I realized quickly that
I'd be attacking my own body, and again, she could use that
against me. Instead, I stood silently, sullen and frowning, as she
picked up the statue.
As soon as we both touched it, I felt the black swirling again. In
moments, it was over. And I was back in my own body.
As she started to pull on her clothes, I asked what gave her the
right to do what she'd done. She used me. She tricked me. And
she raped me.
She shrugged. I had three children. She didn't. Was it so wrong
for her to want another?
I told her angrily that it was wrong to take.
She answered easily that since I wouldn't give freely, she _had_
to take my seed. It was the only way. She smiled and said she
got what she needed, then she had the audacity to thank me.
I turned to storm out. I felt angry, cheap, used, humiliated,
frustrated sexually - lots of emotion. She called as I stood in the
doorway, and I turned, glaring at her.
Sonya said that, by the way, I'd never see her again. She'd
already accepted a new job, and this was her last day. So I
wouldn't have to take my daughter out of swimming lessons to
avoid her. Then she blew me a kiss.
I didn't say much as I picked up my daughter. At home, I blamed
work for my sullen attitude. I thought long and hard, spending a
lot of sleepless nights thinking. I realized that I could never tell
anyone. The tale is so unbelievable that no one in his or her right
mind would ever take me seriously. I couldn't tell my wife. I was
stuck with a major secret. Hell, I didn't even know if she'd gotten
pregnant. And if she had, I suppose DNA testing would confirm if
my seed had fertilized her. But then again, if that were to come to
light, my wife and friends would assume that _I'd_ been the
unfaithful one. She'd been sneaky, devious, and thorough in her
planning. There was nothing I could ever do. And perhaps the
worst part of it all, I slowly realized, was that I felt frustrated that
she'd even cheated me out of knowing what a full-blown female
orgasm felt like. I had to settle for tiny little pulses instead of the
earth-moving experiences I could always see my wife having.
And I'd never know.
Now you know my story. Please don't judge me too harshly - it
was all outside my control. But at least I've unburdened myself
from this all-consuming secret which I felt was going to drive me
mad. I can live with the small remaining curiosity.
But if anyone ever finds a curious little statue that can swap
bodies, please post to the group. I'd like to get rid of that nagging
sense of wonder, too.
FIN
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