Part 13
Giovanni left the room without me, so I just sat there with the doctor. I often wonder what he thinks, but more than likely, he would not discuss that with me. Before long, Giovanni came back and asked if the DNA info was available yet. The doctor was just finishing up. Finally, the big reveal. The doctor said, "we have 23 different men that have fathered at least one of the babies. You, Giovanni, have four more now, so eight total." As he went through the remaining Alphas that impregnated me, Garrett, Elonzo, and Tony were all on that list. Sam and Steve were not. Garrett's massive loads made two, Elonzo made two, and I had five from Tony. Giovanni was literally adding up the dollars on his phone as he was getting the news. The doctor went on to say what he always does... that carrying this many babies is dangerous for me, and they will do everything they can to protect me. When Giovanni finally stopped salivating over the dollar signs, he told me that we needed to get ready for the announcement, which would be broadcast as a breaking new event later that day.
I was returned to my room, and saw the breaking news come across the television. The announcement was being made at 7:00, broadcast live, from the room where the reveal always takes place. Throughout the day, I watched some subtle changes begin in my body, not even a day after this mass impregnation. I had continued to take the supplements to limit milk production, because my body is always in full overdrive trying to create milk for the litters of children. My muscular, eight-pack abs, had all but disappeared in just 24 hours and had started to slightly protrude already. These announcements are not quite as primal as the ones when I first joined the island, but this broadcast approach had not been attempted before, so I was not sure what to expect. When my handlers arrived, I was naked. They provided me with some light clothing. They handed me a blue pair of shorts, which really looked and felt like a speedo. My ass looked astounding in it, and my package did not look bad either. For a top, they handed me a short-sleeve button down shirt that was practically sheer, but was white and linen. They told me not to button it. I stayed barefoot. Looking in the mirror, I looked good. Really good. Clearly their intent was for me to continue being a thirst trap for the Alphas, even with 85 babies in me.
Arriving in the room, the cameras were being set up and there were two large thrones on the left of the stage. One was smaller and to the right of the biggest one. On the right hand side of the stage were 22 other chairs. Not throne-like, but large black velvet comfortable-looking chairs. The handlers left me there standing alone while set-up continued. About a minute later, a hand grabbed the back of my neck. It was Giovanni. He turned my head, stared me close in the eyes, then kissed me. He turned my head back around by the neck and led me to the stage. "You sit there, cunt.", he said, pointing to the smaller throne. Then he motioned to the larger throne and said, "this is mine, because I am the King", he said as seriously as a heart attack. I nodded in confirmation. Suddenly, the cameras turned their lights on, and the doors opened. The audience started to fill up, and I noticed many of these were the same guys at the orgy. I saw Sam and Steve. There were more than that though, including men not even at the orgy. About 500 men. All were naked. Giovanni wore the exact same outfit I was wearing. The contrast between this huge hairy Arab guy, and my lightly tan baseball player build was stark. Once everyone appeared to be seated, Giovanni walked to the front of the stage, spreading his arms in a wingspan fitting of his stature. How did he have pit stains on this linen shirt already? His curse from being so hairy and sweaty, I suppose. He threw his head back and howled then lowered his head back down with that big white smile and an arched brow. He proceeded to introduce the broadcast. "I am the King, Giovanni" he loudly stated. He proceeded to say, "We broadcasted an orgy yesterday that was bigger and better than anything ever done here. My cunt here provided the pleasure for 300 men. 300. As you know, impregnation is the goal." He motioned for me to stand, then beckoned me over to him. He got behind me, peeling my shirt off. His giant gorilla arms enveloped me, as he felt up and down the front of my body from behind. I could feel his hard-on on my back. He then took his hands off of me, reaching down the back of my shorts, inserting a finger inside me. I suspected he would do this, but I still jumped. He wrapped one of his meat hooks around my neck to hold me still. Then he said, "It was a magnificent success!". He let go of me, going around the side of me. He grabbed the back of my neck, then started to caress my stomach with his other hand, silently. Then he looked at the camera and said, "85. This cunt is pregnant with 85 babies!" The crowd gasped and then that turned to applause. Giovanni continued to act as if he was performing some kind of magic trick on stage, with the arm movements and mysterious glances. He then guided me back over to the throne by the neck and pushed me down into my seat. He returned to the front of the stage and said, "8 of those babies are mine!" and he heartily applauded for himself. Then he said, "what about the other 77 babies? There are 22 other Alphas that impregnated my cunt with at least one baby." He pointed to the black chairs, and said, "Here they are!" The 22 men entered the room and took their seats. I only remembered the names of Tony, Garrett, and Elonzo. I did recognize many of the others, but could not recall their names. It was a diverse group of men. All colors, ages, sizes. They were all high-fiving each other, swinging their dicks in circles, and generally being celebratory with their uber-masculine reactions. I had a moment sitting there looking at the 23 men on stage, marveling in the fact that every one of them had a baby inside me. It was overwhelming.
Giovanni asked each man to say who he was, how old he was, and what their home group on the island was. Every single one of them was attractive to me, for different reasons. Aside from my Giovanni, who was still the most of everything I could ever want, I found myself looking at Tony a lot. He did not seem happy to be there, but looked hot as hell, and like he could kill me with one swat of those giant hands. He sat with his legs very far apart. His giant hairy balls propped up on the chair between his legs like they deserved their own seat. He looked semi-hard, but I don't think he was. His huge veiny cock laid next to his thigh, so big it looked like he was starting to grow a third leg. He was covered in hair nearly everywhere, but I saw tattoos on his upper arms, toward the shoulders where hair was lighter. He had tattoos all the way around his neck, even closer to his face, which was bearded. He raised his arm to scratch the back of his head and I saw his huge nest of dense armpit hair, along with a big tattoo on the inside of his upper arm. His black eyes were intense and he stared at me the whole time. I was wondering if Giovanni was picking up on any of it. He is super jealous, but I also know his ego sometimes would make him not notice anyone but himself at times.
The broadcast only lasted a little while longer, and then we all parted. I was taken by my handlers and returned to my room. I wanted to know more about these 22 men though. Would I get to see them again or not? Later that evening, Giovanni returned and was self-congratulating himself on the broadcast. He did say that these 22 men would be part of media series that followed this pregnancy. I would be involved at times, as they document and broadcast my pregnancy. It would be a paid site, because, of course, money. Giovanni was still wearing the same blue shorts as he did on the broadcast, but was no longer wearing the shirt. I don't know how he fit his cock and balls into those shorts, but he did. He grabbed a bourbon and sat down, clearly trying to come down from the high and relax. He took his normal spot on the couch, spreading his arms out along the back, and leaning his head back. He looked at me inquisitively and said, "what did you think of that?" I told him it was amazing and I loved seeing all the men that impregnated me. He nodded and said, "any of them in particular that you liked more?" I said, "you". Then he said, "who else?" I shrugged. He put his glass down and leaned toward me, saying, "Tony. I saw you watching him." He waited for me to answer, but I just shrugged again. He said, "I can understand that. He is a strong man. He would be too much for you though. Did you know he is a murderer?" I nodded. Then he said, "I think I want to watch him fuck you, cunt." I was caught totally off guard by that comment, and he could tell. I just stared at him for a moment. He chuckled, so I don't know if he was serious. Then he leaned back again, and said, "come cunt, lick and clean my ripe pits. Now." I happily obliged. So. Much. Hair. And Sweat. It was so intoxicating to me and turned me on so much that I had an anal orgasm while doing it. I felt my egg chamber in a frenzy, and my nipples were tingling. After about a half hour, he abruptly got up and left.
I spent the next week with doctor appointments, swimming, working out, and just relaxing and enjoying myself. My abdomen was growing quickly, and after just one week, I was clearly pregnant. We had to up my dosage of the lactation drug, as my chest and nipples were quickly transforming to support 85 babies and fill with milk. I had not even seen Giovanni on the surveillance cameras this week, so I have no idea what he was doing. Then he showed up at the end of the week. I had not been up long and he walked in the door like he was just there. "Look at my cunt" he said, "getting so big". He rubbed his hands together and grinned. I was distracted by his appearance today though. He was wearing a wrestling singlet. No cup, so his package looked like a pumpkin and squash shoved in there. Was he wrestling? What the fuck? He is very active with a lot of sports, so maybe that was it. He said, "I have a surprise for you." Walking in from the hallway was Tony. Also in a singlet. Still not breaking a smile and still looking angry. He said nothing. He had a nose ring too, the kind that a bull would have. Then another man, also in a singlet. It was another of the 22 men that impregnated me, named Blue. He was a very good looking black man in his 30s, with his most distinguishing feature being his amazing chest. Then yet another man entered. It was Garrett, also in a singlet. I was really puzzled. Not just that all four of them were in singlets, but that Giovanni was allowing any other men to see me outside of the organized orgies.
Only Garrett remarked on my appearance, so far. He was astonished that I had grown so much in such a short time period. He licked his lips and I saw him growing in his singlet. Giovanni then finally explained that he was teaching these men to wrestle or wrestle better. He said they had earned special privileges due to their successful impregnation of "his" cunt. He then said that I would be available to any of them, as they wish, over the next two days. It would just be the five of us hanging out in this wing of the mansion. They were given permission to have me one-on-one or as part of any group. Alphas are not supposed to have one-on-one interactions with subs. Clearly Giovanni broke those rules. In fact, Tony had over a dozen infractions related to breaking the one-on-one rule. So it appeared he would get his chance to do it here, without consequences. Blue stayed fairly quiet, and Garrett, showing his youth and inexperience, was overly-hyped up. Out of nowhere, Tony spoke in his loud, deep voice... "I'm going to take him first. Alone. Now." Giovanni did a double-take, surprised at the bold proclaim, but also seemingly impressed with the unapologetic directness. My heart was beating a mile a minute in anticipation of what he would do to me. Was he really angry, or is that just his demeanor? Giovanni said, "We will head out to the yard for the afternoon, and Tony can have the cunt for the day in here." With that, Giovanni, Blue, and Garrett promptly left. I heard the door lock behind them. Tony stood there, with his arms folded, staring bullets through me. He barked his first order, "on your knees in front of me". I did as I was told, already having a little bit of trouble with my growing stomach. He slowly removed his singlet to reveal his impressive package. His giant hairy balls, and that extra-veiny cock that looks even more intimidating close-up. If that was not enough, he had an extremely large PA in the cock head, adding to the significant weight hanging between his legs. I slowly approached his cock with my mouth, and he forcefully stopped my head just before making contact. I looked up at him. Still stoic and unemotional, he launched such a forceful slap that I slammed to the floor. I was so dazed that I thought I might pass out. Before I even had a chance to get my wits about me, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over to the ground behind the sofa. He reached down, shoving his entire giant fist into my hole, yanking me up off the ground. It was official, I was petrified now. Expecting him to bend me over the back of the sofa, he spun me around so I was leaning my back up against the sofa. He slowly approached my face. Intensity overload, with the veins in his neck distorting all his neck tattoos. He was breathing heavy. His thick beard smelled like cedar. His lips were full, and as he approached me, his breath smelled of some kind of sweet alcohol and cinnamon. He was literally an inch from my face, just staring at me. He started talking, with that deep voice, very calmly and directly... "you are a piece of shit. You have no worth. You exist to have babies for men like me." Then he stayed in that position silently. My egg chamber was moving so much that I thought I may get sick. My heart was beating so fast in anticipation of what was next. But he just froze in that position. I was both excited and terrified about his next move.