Part 11
The amount of total Alphas on the island had grown substantially since I first arrived. There were only about 500 when I arrived and there were now over 4,000. With the mega-orgy now imminent, nearly all of these men had signed up for a ticket and to get lottery placement. My mind was absolutely boggled and I could not comprehend the magnitude of what was being planned.
Thursday morning, the handlers brought me to my doctor's appointment, and Giovanni arrived shortly after. The very nervous doctor had to reveal the news that Giovanni had gotten me pregnant on Tuesday. He was quite angry, but certainly he knew the probability that this would happen. This poor doctor put up with a lot of shit from Giovanni. Being his usual volatile self, Giovanni made a snap decision to change the approach for Friday night. No longer wanting to corral 4,000 Alphas, even for that money, he decided that it would become an online only event. He would allow only 300 men to attend in person, and he was upping the cost. He talked through what he was thinking there in the office, but was not asking, he was telling as he thought of the details. Those that already paid would get a unique code to access and watch, but would not fuck me or be in person. The lucky 300, that would be a random lottery, would pay 10 times as much and have a chance to impregnate me.
I felt some relief from the doctor, who was trying to figure out how to reduce the number of pregnancies that could have resulted from that many men. Even though my egg sack was now full of eggs standing at attention, the risk was lower. After that, Giovanni's talk turned to how many babies HE could eventually give to me. Not only did he want all the money from the babies all men gave to me, he wanted a lot of them to be HIS. That's his maniacal ego shining through. This is his empire, and bigger is better. Two days into being pregnant with his four babies, I was not showing just yet, so my body is looking tight, muscular, and ready. My hormones and pheromones were in overdrive. My body was more than ready, and I felt as sexually aroused as I ever have. The men on the island could no doubt sense it too. I was watching Giovanni realize it right in front of me, as his focus abruptly switched from the business opportunity to how sexual the air was between us in that moment. Today he was wearing tight red t-shirt and basketball shorts. His pit stains in full glory, as always, with all that sweaty hair. His cock started to lengthen down his leg. The heft of it keeping it still pointing down. The doctor picked up on the feelings, and simply wheeled his stool across the wall to his computer, to ignore us. Giovanni reached into his shorts, and pulled out a finger covered in pre-cum. He held it up in the air, staring at me, and said, "Eat it". He sauntered over to me, tracing my lips with his wet finger. I licked it off his finger, and deep-throated it. He lifted his t-shirt, rubbing his pelt of fur covering his stomach. He pulled my head toward his stomach and asked me to lick. The doctor got up and left the room.
Giovanni pulled my head away and said, "you have my babies in you now. Only my babies. You like that, no?" I said, "yes, I want to have a million of your babies". He grinned said, "oh, you will, cunt. You will". He then told me to open my mouth. He spit in my mouth, then kissed me. It was just a tease though, because he then said he had to go and put his idea for Friday into motion. I must admit that I am somewhat relieved. I will still get to have sex with 300 men, but I no longer feel like my life is in danger.