Part 10
When Giovanni left, I just sat there wondering how this would even work. There is a difference between wanting to get a ton of money for an absolute fuck fest, and one single breeding stock being able to handle it. I understand that I am a physical and sexual phenomenon at this point, with some help from these scientists and doctors, but I was also still a human being. Today was a Monday, and I overheard that they are wanting to do this on Friday night. At least starting on Friday night, because it would take all weekend. As early as Tuesday, I began to see advertisements on televisions, on websites, and even guys discussing it on the surveillance cameras. It will take place in the same room as the last one, and apparently they will be admitted in groups of fifty. Giovanni is charging only $100 for a shot, and everyone is in a lottery for a number to determine their order. Nobody is given special preference, it is a level playing field. There was no cap on the number that could enter either. I was very, very scared. They are advertising it as the "impregnation event of the century", calling me the "most breedable stock and pleasure provider that has ever existed".
Tuesday morning, the Alpha men handlers transported me to the doctor's office. Without Giovanni there, he was very, very nervous for me. He said he had advised against doing this, but he was overruled because of the money. Upon checking, my egg chamber was so stimulated by all the activity in the past few years that production was in overdrive. I was full of eggs, ripe for impregnation. If there were close to 2,000 men, as expected, an inconceivable number of eggs could be fertilized. He was straight with me and said that I would die, no question about it. The expansive supplements he was providing me simply could not be enough. He told me he was going to put his own life on the line, by finding a way to provide me with the fertilization block after the second or third group, as I would surely be impregnated enough by that point. It is likely that when fatherhood is determined, and they are all from the first couple of groups, he will be found out. He said he could not in good conscious do this, knowing that my own life would be sacrificed. He knew that I had to do whatever Giovanni wanted, so he was trying to protect me.
I didn't quite know how to feel. I knew what he knew, that Giovanni would retaliate. Especially if money is involved. When the Alpha men handlers came to get me, they were very careful with me, realizing that I needed to be in the best shape possible heading into Friday. They didn't say anything while I was taken back to my room. They stayed outside the door though, talking loud enough that I could overhear. If I had not heard them, I may not have had any clue of the details aside from what the public was being told. The lottery tickets were sold out already, so they are adding more for those that want a potential shot, but no guarantees. It felt strange to be a celebrity for the sole purpose of being impregnated to carry the babies for these men. So many of them wanted a chance and legitimately thought they could father at least one considering how I was being marketed as so highly breedable. There is extra security being called in as well, with rumors of men fighting their way ahead in the line. They said there was going to be a television special about the event that evening, so I knew I had to watch. Then they all started talking about wanting to get inside me during a transport, for a preview of what's to come, then they laughed. I put my hand on my stomach. I could feel the egg chamber in a complete uproar, almost like they are all waiting to get fertilized. I have not spent much time on this island NOT being pregnant, so this was rare in itself. My body was tight, muscled, and basically an Alpha's dream. I wondered how the doctor would be able to pull this off, at least initially. Giovanni would certainly find out what was going on when the fathers are revealed. I could play dumb, I suppose, but the doctor wouldn't be able to.
I kept the television on, not really knowing what to expect. Then the special started. There was a reporter outside of the mansion gates, along with hundreds of horny naked Alpha men. The event did not start for another three days, but as the cameras made their way around, the aggression was strong. The men were hard, they were yelling, pumping their fists, laughing, and having a good time. I felt like I could literally smell them all, even from inside my room in the mansion. Men of all different shapes, sizes, race, height, and age. They were all on the island though, because they are proven Alpha breeders. Nearly all of them had body hair. The smallest of penises I saw were still at least average. The reporter talked about the size and intensity of the crowd, and then mentioned me. A young breeder having been shipped to the island just a few years earlier, and becoming somewhat of a legend already by my record-breaking births and the number of men who have fathered babies with me. The offspring have generated millions in revenue. Then he mentioned that I have belonged to Giovanni, and he had decided to lend me out this Friday. The crowd roared, with many of them jacking themselves on camera. They did not cum though, as that would be wasting Alpha cum. They were saving it. For me. Then, to my surprise, the reporter introduced some of the other breeding stock subs on the island. Nearly all of them were visibly pregnant. As the reporter was talking to one of the subs, a group of men approached and grabbed one of them that did not appear to be pregnant and carried him away. Clearly these Alphas could not wait another three days to spread their seed. They would likely still be coming, but that was three days away. The other subs looked scared and shocked. Then some additional men followed the group that had taken the sub. It looked like about 60 men, and then they disappeared off camera. I heard a faint muffled scream and I knew what was happening. A breeding stock sub is simply not safe on the island, at least safe from the constant urge for Alphas to impregnate.
It was starting to look like complete anarchy outside, but the media was eating it up. I don't even know who would be watching this from a television, they all seemed to be out on the street. The reporter and camera followed the crowd and broadcasted the breeding sub getting fucked by Alpha after Alpha. Close enough that you could see taints pulsing and some cum slipping out. The sub was taking it all like a champ, he appeared to have some experience. Not much cum escaped but when it did, the Alphas would scoop it up and shove it back in with their fingers. Relentlessly pounding and pushing this sub for what seemed like forever. There was some occasional commentary by the reporter, like we were watching a sporting event. He said, "Take a look at the sack on this one, he'll unload a gallon in there. We're watching impregnation happen right before our eyes, folks. Breeding at it's finest." Then he said, "we will be live streaming Friday night as well, so you can catch all the action while you wait for your turn." After about 20 guys, the breeding stock looked limp and lifeless, but was still taking it. Some of the Alphas were getting rough, with punching, choking, and hitting. I wondered who the home Alphas of this sub were, and how they felt about it, but it just kept going on.
Eventually, the reporter started making his way around to talk to other Alphas, and they were all the same... super excited to impregnate me. Nearly maniacal about it. After about an hour, the broadcast was starting to wind down and they talked about the process and how it would all work on Friday night, which I had already heard of course. Just then, he stopped and directed the camera toward the van driving up to the gate. Giovanni stepped out and stood before the roaring Alpha men. He looked amazing. A jet black suit, with his standard white dress shirt unbuttoned nearly to his navel. Sunglasses, even in the evening. That impossibly dark beard and the white teeth. Even on camera, I could see hair popping out of every single edge of clothing on his entire body. He held his hands up high and lowered them, to get the crowd to quiet down, and they obliged. He motioned for the reporter and camera to come closer. He said, "this Friday will be unlike anything you have seen before. You want to be part of it. We are offering more tickets at a premium price, which may not guarantee you a spot, but it gives you a chance. This breeding stock is fertile. Very fertile. Even you peasants could make a baby. I have given him many, many babies of my own already. Aside from that, he is a great fuck and as handsome and built as any sub you have ever had your dicks in. The time is now. Go to the website on the screen, get your ticket and register. If you do not, you will regret it." He then gave an icy stare into the camera, followed by a smile, the removal of his sunglasses, and a wink. Then he spit on the reporter, and got back in the van. The reporter, now back on camera, seemed a bit shocked, but wiped away the spit and carried on.
On camera at least, Giovanni seemed especially agitated. I think this whole thing may have gotten too big and overwhelming, but it's always the dollar signs for him. I heard some commotion coming down the hall, and figured it was Giovanni, so I turned off the television and sat on the sofa. He came in my room, no knocking, followed by three of his Alpha transporters. He barged in the room, but then became calm. He didn't say anything to me initially, he just looked at me. He removed his jacket and gave it to one of the Alpha helpers. Then, without breaking eye contact with me, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, then his shirt, and handed that to the second Alpha transporter. Standing there in a glorious shirtless pose that made my eggs stand at attention. Even from across the room, I could smell him. Those ripe hairy pits, his matted chest, stomach, and shoulder hair. He untied his shoes, then kicked them across the room. Followed by removing his socks to reveal his giant, sweaty, hairy feet. Then he took off his belt, and swung it around across the face of his second Alpha transporter, causing him to drop the shirt. Still all of this without breaking eye contact with me. Then he unbuttoned his pants, removing them to reveal his massive hard-on, hairy balls, hairy thighs and legs. He left the pants on the floor in front of him, then kicked them aside. He broke eye contact to look at his third Alpha transporter, and said, "Suck me. NOW!". Clearly not his gig, the Alpha did as he was told, got on his knees and began sucking. Doing a terrible job, I might add. Giovanni said, "no teeth, you asshole!!!!". The Alpha started gagging even before he got past the head of Giovanni's hairy cock. That got him a hard smack across the head. Then he said, "all three of you, get out. NOW!".
I don't know where he came from today, but he was agitated, sweaty, short on patience, and apparently impulsive. Still not speaking to me, he pulled me up off the sofa and began feeling my body. Everywhere. Muttering to himself that I was perfect and hot and made for him. He was all over me. I don't think he would fuck me and take a chance of impregnating me before Friday, but it sure felt like that is what was going to happen. And it did. He led me around the back of the sofa, bent me over, and drove into me dry. The pain was incredible. Aside from my naturally produced lube, there was nothing else. He enveloped me into his hairy body and only spent about 15 minutes fucking before he loudly blew a giant load into me. I felt it all. It must have been a day or two built up for him. Then he continued, but with the initial cum, it was not as dry. He came four more times, then left without saying a word. He shot deep, so nothing had come back out. I'm not sure what got into him.
Wednesday morning rolled around and I got a late start. The transporters came to get me. It was the same three as last night. One had a belt mark across his face. The one that sucked Giovanni just appeared stoic. They took me to the doctor, so he could further prepare my body for Friday. He once again confirmed that he intends to follow through with his plan to protect me, at his expense. During the examination, he stopped and said, "what's this? Giovanni?" I nodded. He said, "great. I had asked him not to do that". He reached for the ultrasound and had me keep it on for a while, while he continued to test. Not too much longer, he told me that Giovanni had indeed impregnated me last night. He said, "it looks like four. You guys can't do this, you're both very fertile and will likely get pregnant every time, unless I intervene with some drugs." He said he was going to have to tell Giovanni, and said I understood. This really had no effect on Friday though, as I was still able to get pregnant. Hopefully 48 hours from now, Giovanni's babies will not have grown enough to affect my physical appearance though. The doctor went on to say that my egg production was off the charts, and we simply must take steps to protect me from having too many of them fertilized. As I was sent back to my room, I wondered what the next several days would turn into.