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The morning chime announced another customer, and Abigale's worn shoes carried her to the table.

"Good morning, Sam," she greeted in her typically familiar manner.

"Good morning, Abby," the older man commented with a pause as he studied her. "You look ... exceptional today."

"Thanks, Sam," Abigale rolled along without letting the banter get in the way of business. "Country Breakfast, scrambled eggs, and a coffee?"

"You know it!"

"Morning, Abby!" another of her regulars called out from his usual seat.

"Good morning, Dave," Abigale answered cheerily as she dug into her memory. "Breakout Breakfast Omelet with ham, hold the onions?"

"Atta-girl, Abbs!" the man smiled. "Anyone tell ya yer lookin' fine today?"

"Just everyone, Dave," she teased.

The usual customers rolled in, their orders never changed, but the day's compliments were a little more intense than normal. The morning's attention put her into a state of good cheer which moved her from customer to customer like she was a decade younger.

"Quit jaw-jackin', Abbs," rumbled a voice that could blacken a sunny day.

"I'm not jaw-jackin', boss," Abigale countered without pausing a beat.

"Don't you go tellin' me what I did or-"

"ORDER UP!"

"Gotta go boss," she called as she kept moving.

Every morning ... every afternoon ... every day, her world had done this. The same people rolled in ordering the same meals and offering the small bits of flirtatious banter. Her boss, Kevin, would inevitably bully her out of any good cheer and then he would demean her to the edges of a formal harassment complaint. Then she would go home and see if there were any good masturbation fantasies to dredge up.

This day was similar to every other but her mood was not darkened by her boss's presence. A little more energy seemed to flow through her but there was also a powerful hunger that she could not seem to sate. A terrible ache seemed to follow her through every order and every steaming plate. The routine would normally make her day fly by as she thought of other things, but today, she was starving.

After clearing an order, she ate the leftovers. It never would have occurred to her before. Customers, in general, disgusted her and she imagined them all to be contaminated. But not this day. This day Sam left a few bites of hash brown ... a kid mashed her pancakes into an unrecognizable pile ... a woman did not eat her toast ... a bit of sausage hit the floor and needed to be replaced. Normally this all would have gone into the trash, but Abigale decided today would be a good day to help the busboys, and if there was a morsel there, she claimed it.

When it came time for her break, she ordered a full meal. A steak, a salad, and an entire baked potato, any one of these would fill her most days ... but not this day.

"Eating for two?" the voice of her boss jeered when he caught her stuffing an untouched grilled cheese sandwich into her mouth. "If you get sick, I'm not letting you call in. You be here or you're gone."

The words caused Abigale to stop what she was doing and stare at him with an intensity she had never felt before. Normally she would have just ignored his foul ways, but today something was different. In the space of a few heartbeats a blueprint of perfect violence settled into her mind. There was a pitcher of water she could use to strike him in the head with and several blades she could follow up with to finish the job. A swift kick to the groin could double him over and then the tray in her hand could bludgeon him down until he stopped moving. The fire extinguisher on the wall was heavy enough to break his bones and a swift blow to the skull would kill him in seconds.

"Y-you gotta problem?"

Kevin's words brought Abigail back to herself and she suddenly realized that he was beginning to buckle under her bloodthirsty gaze. Without a word she forced herself to look away and then moved to the sink to wash her hands and face. When she finished, the bully had moved on to find another victim who was less likely to stick a fork into his ribs.

*****

"What ... the ... hell?" Abigale sat in traffic, her mind meditating on the day's strange events. "Eating for two?" she asked out loud, trying to block out the rush of fear which came with it. There had been no men in her body for such a long time that her co-workers joked about her being a "born again virgin." She had resented it at the time, but now, here she was, starving, aching, needing to pee ... she knew the signs ... every woman learned them. But what was really going on?

"Menopause?" she muttered as her list of maybe really got going. Was it possible? She was only in thirty-eight but she was an unlucky sort. Maybe her body had just given up on ever having children and decided to turn off the equipment. Could explain the sudden need to fondle herself senseless? Maybe it was a side effect of the green stuff. Maybe it did all kinds of good things for her but made her eat like a horse. Maybe she would end up gaining weight which was why it was not approved by the FDA.

There were so many possibilities, and several of the darker ones played in the corners of her mind. Something from the past night had been off, but her rational mind had sorted it all into neat little categories which meant she might be missing something. She remembered looking in the box and seeing the shell back inside. She did not remember returning it. How had that happened? There was a blank space in her mind where she could not recall certain facts. The confusion carried her all the way back to the 'O'-Mart.

*DING*

"Hi, Abby."

"Hey, Terry."

"You look hotter than usual today."

"Thanks," Abigale blushed as she tried not to look into his crystal blue eyes. An intake of breath smelled something spicy. Oh God ... it's Terry! He smells like a good steak after hard sex! "Is Marcy around?" she managed to ask as her knees began to wobble.

"I'm always around," Marcy answered as she stepped out from the back wearing gloves and a surgical mask.

"Adventures in spank-booth cleaning?" Abigale could not help but ask as her wits suddenly returned. Marcy nodded and laughed. "Why didn't you have Spooge-Boy clean it up?"

"Oh, I abuse him enough," Marcy said as she looked over to Terry. "Besides, Naked Guy was here."

"Oh, God, again?" Abigale laughed as the banter chased away her worries.

"Yeah," Marcy nodded gravely, "I think he might have tried to molest our boy."

"His elephant dance is deadly," Terry admitted in a way that made the women laugh.

"I know," Marcy said, "but he doesn't elephant dace at me. So, Abbs, what's the verdict on last night's nocturnal adventures?"

"Yeah," Abigale hesitated, "I, uh ... I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Oh, shit," Terry cursed casually, "does it look like a baboon's ass down there? Did you wake up wondering if a red lipped clown went down on you?"

"God ... no ... Terry!" Abigale sputtered, and his youthful laughter filled the store, flushing her whole face.

"Honk-ah!" Marcy shouted, imitating the sound of a clown's nose.

"God ... guys," Abigale laughed and then turned to Terry. "Go find something to clean, Spooge-Boy!"

"Awe," Terry made a dramatic sigh then headed toward the back.

"So, what's eatin' ya?" Marcy asked once the two of them were relatively alone.

"Well," Abigale started and then paused to think about how to say what she was thinking.

"Is the product no good?"

"No ... actually it's fucking awesome," Abigale admitted with a nervous laugh. "No, the problem's I've been horny ever sense it happened."

"Oohhh, really?" Marcy cooed slyly as she gave her friend a wicked look.

"Yeah, I mean," Abigale paused, gathered her thoughts, and then huffed out a breath. "I've been considering making out with you, now that Terry's in the back, and you know I don't swing that way."

"Uh-huh," Marcy nodded in a disapproving tone.

"I know you're tastes, Marcy, but-"

"But you don't swing that way," the store owner stopped her friend, in a tone that was begrudgingly accepting. "I know. What else is going on?"

"Well, it was really kinda weird, at first," Abigale said as she tried to remember the previous night through the haze of all the intense masturbation. "I mean ... there's a sea-shell in there, and I think the stuff that it's in is like a lubricating aphrodisiac."

"Really?" Marcy blinked.

"Yeah ... good stuff," Abigale admitted with a touch of awe in her voice. "Well actually, _great_stuff. I've never been so damn horny in all my life!"

"That's pretty incredible, cumming from you," Marcy emphasized.

"Oh, ha ha," Abigale muttered in a fake annoyed tone. "But seriously, the green stuff's awesome. The video's a bit bland but the prop ... whew."

"Prop?"

"Yeah," Abigale chuckled, "the video actually paused itself and told me to break out my prop!"

"Damn," Marcy gave a low whistle, "Japan really is the land of the rising sun."

"I feel really good," she continued, "but I've been starving all day."

"Starving?"

"Yeah."

"You cycling without me?"

"No," Abigale giggled, for she and her friend's cycles had been synced for years. "I was wondering if that was one of the side effects."

"Maybe," Marcy shrugged. "You look really hot today ... maybe the stuff creates pheromones too? I really don't know."

"Damn it, Marcy," Abigale said then she laughed. "You need to make a friend who reads Japanese!"

"I know," the store owner lamented. "So ... would you recommend it to a friend?"

"Sure," Abigale admitted after a moment of thought. "If I'm gonna get fat on tentacle-spooge I might as well take my best friend with me."

"It's a date," Marcy said then laughed.

*****

"I don't get it."

"What's not to get, Abby ... we don't read Japanese."

"But ... it was closed and locked ... how did all the green goo dry up like that?"

"I don't know," Marcy shrugged in disappointment. "Maybe it needed to be refrigerated. Maybe it had a shelf life. Maybe it was a onetime use item."

"But ..." Abigale made the disappointment noises of a ten year old as she stared at the empty box once more. Only the empty seashell remained, hallow and useless as the box which brought it. "I guess you should return it ... or ..."

"Can't," Marcy said with an annoyed look, "the site's gone."

"What?" Abigale gasped with an edge to her voice.

"The site's been taken down," Marcy repeated, "and I can't find it on any other search engine. Either the company changed their name, or they were a scam."

"But I put that thing inside of me, Marcy!" Abigale half-shouted.

"Do tell," her lesbian friend half-grinned.

"I'm serious, Marcy!" Abigale shouted as she felt hysteria creeping into her chest. "What if that stuff's doing something to my lady parts right now? What if it's a poison and I need an antidote? What if some anime-level creepy parasite has been put in me and I'm gonna go all chest buster in the next episode? Huh? Ever think of that?"

"Abby, I'm sorry." Marcy's amused expression evaporated at the real distress of her friend. "Look, do you want me to stay over? We can go to the hospital in the morning and get you checked out."

"Can't ... gotta work ..."

"Work?" Marcy balled a fist and Abigale feared for a moment she might get slapped. "Abby, dear, I love you to pieces, but you NEED to quit that damn job and take care of yourself."

"But ... I ..."

"No butts!" Marcy insisted as she took her friend's hand and forced eye-contact. "You can come and work for me, now. You're mother's not around to die of embarrassment anymore and I can't possibly pay less than the money that ass leaves you after he's done taking all your tip money. Come on, Abby, quit that damn job and let me take you to the hospital."

"Well ... alright," Abigale said as she deflated a little. "Can we go right now?"

"I guess," her friend shrugged.

"Thanks Marcy."

"Anytime, kiddo," her friend said as they embraced, "just let me take care of you ... everything's gonna be alright."

"Uhm... Marcy?"

"Yeah, Abbs?"

"Can you ... please take your hand off my ass?"

"In a moment, dear," Marcy said as she gave it one last longing squeeze. "Everything in due time."

*****

"You're pregnant."

The words settled over Abigale like the roof of a collapsing building.

"I'm ... wha?"

"Pregnant," the doctor repeated. "Your blood test confirms it."

"Is ... that the reason you wanted ... Marcy to wait outside?"

"It's policy to give sensitive news, like this, to an individual directly and allow them to tell their loved ones, or not," the doctor told her patient as she tapped her pen on the clipboard in her hands. "The next question is, what do you do with the baby?"

"Buh ... buh ..."

"If you choose to keep the child then you should schedule for neo-natal care. If not ..." the doctor's words faded into the background. Abigale touched her abdomen and remembered the anime she had watched.

Was it real? Is there actually a little tentacle-rape baby in my womb? And what happens if it stays in there?

"Ms. Stravinsky?"

"Eh?"

"Are you listening?"

"Yes," Abigale nodded and took a deep breath and let it out slow. "I want an abortion."

"Are you sure?" the doctor asked.

"Yes," Abigale said with a sickening feeling in her stomach.

"I see," the doctor said neutrally as she made a note on her clipboard. "A new state law dictates that you wait a month. Since you have plenty of time, I recommend you think long and hard about the consequences of your actions."

"What if it's not a baby?" Abigale asked suddenly and the doctor raised her brow.

"No," the doctor spoke with absolute certainty, "it is definitely a baby."

"It can't be."

"Why not?" the doctor asked with increasing skepticism.

"Because I haven't had a man in years!" The silence filled the room as the doctor's face made it clear she thought Abigale was crazy.

"Well," the doctor finally said, "there's been at least one other time, I can think of, where an immaculate conception occurred. However, there is usually a "The" at the beginning of it, because it's only ever happened once."

"Are you saying I was raped in my sleep?" Abigale shot back in a hot tone as her body temperature went up.

"Maybe," the doctor offered, her expression returning to a less insulting level, "I believe it to be much more plausible than the alternative."

"I ..."

"Would you like to be examined?" the doctor asked.

Abigale took several deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. The doctor was such a serious woman and would never understand what she thought might be happening to her. But as she sat and thought she swore she heard a tiny voice in her mind. "Mother ..." it called. "Mother ... help ..."

"Ms. Stravinsky?"

"No," Abigale said and she turned away from the doctor.

"Ms. Stravinsky," the doctor cautioned with an edge to her voice. "If you were raped, time is of the essence."

"If I was raped I would know," Abigale told her firmly.

"One would think you would know if any type of sex was involved," the doctor told her matter-of-factly, "but, unless there was a very drunken night in the past month or two ..."

"I think I know what happened," Abigale muttered.

"I see," the doctor said and then was silent for a moment as she thought. "I'm going to have a counselor speak to you and I'm going to schedule a full pelvic exam for next week. You might want to wish this would just go away, Ms. Stravinsky, but if one man does it then-"

"I wasn't raped," Abigale cut her off. "It was an accident."

"So you have had sex recently?"

"Yes," she answered quickly.

"And you still want an abortion?" The doctor's question hung in the air a moment as Abigale calculated things in her mind.

"I'll think about it."

"Alright," the doctor said as she made several more notes on her clipboard, "I've got you down for the fifteenth. I'll make sure my receptionist calls you three days in advance."

"Thank you," Abigale said automatically.

"Have a nice evening, Ma'am." The doctor left and, after Abigale pulled her pants back on, Marcy was burst through the door.

"Gah! Will you stop trying to catch me naked?"

"Damn," Marcy snapped her fingers in mock disappointment, "so what's up?"

"They think I'm pregnant," Abigale grumbled.

"No shit?"

"Yeah."

"So ..." Marcy paused, but there was a quiver in her lips that her friend had seen there before when she had something terrible to say that she was reconsidering.

"Just say it," Abigale growled as she braced for it.

"So you're pregnant with a tentacle-rape-baby?" Abigale slowly nodded and then Marcy burst out laughing. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... oh God!" She doubled over, held her side, and gripped the wall for support.

"Fuck you too," Abigale grumbled. "Can you take me home now?"

"Sure thing, love," Marcy said in her sweetest tone, but the smirk on her face refused to leave. They made their way to the car and pulled out of the parking lot, but Abigale felt like her friend was about to explode at any moment as she tried to breathe without snickering. "So ... can I have it?" she finally said with barely a straight face.

"God, you just couldn't resist," Abigale muttered darkly and Marcy almost drove the car off of the road with her laughter.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..." Marcy said as she continued to giggle, "but I mean ... think about it. A real live Hentai! Some ridiculous scientist from Japan created some super sexy tentacle monster thingy that actually impregnated you!"

"It wasn't a tentacle," Abigale groaned in the most underwhelming tone she could manage.

"I know but it sounds so much cooler than spooge in a ... what did it come in?"

"A seashell."

"A SEASHELL!" Marcy shouted with glee. "Yeah, tentacle monster sounds way cooler."

"Well it wasn't a tentacle monster so shut up about it!" Abigale's sharp voice stopped the driver for a little while but the woman could not stop snickering. Eventually they stopped at a red light and she let out a dramatic sigh. "God ... just say it."

"NINJA SPERM!" Marcy exploded as gales of laughter tilted her forward against the steering wheel.

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Super scientist hides ninja sperm in seashell!" Marcy said in a reporter's voice. "Woman impregnated on the opposite end of the world! "I never saw it cumming," quoted Abigale Stravinsky. It will go on record as the longest cum-shot in history!"

"Bitch, I will cut you!" Abigale growled through a heady blush.

"Oh, God ... I'm sorry," Marcy continued as she tried to regain control. "But really, I can't wait to see what it looks like! Who knows, it might even turn you gay. Then maybe you'll make out with me!"

"Marcy!"

"What? I can't fantasize?"

"Fantasize quieter!" Abigale insisted.

"Sorry ... sorry ..." Marcy gave in and then settled into quiet as traffic began moving again. A few moments later she snorted and her friend gave in with another dramatic sigh.

"Go ahead and say it before you explode."

"Can I have your ninja sperm baby?"

*****

Getting home did not make Abigale feel as good as she had hoped. Once she got away from Ever-Wisecracking-Marcy, she flopped into bed, and proceeded to have a good long pout. A deep breath told her she was not tired enough to sleep yet and a glance at the clock on the nightstand flashed 1:30 at her. It was late and she should have been in bed.

Stepping into the shower, she began to wonder if she really should quit her job and go work for Marcy. It was true that she originally had decided not to work there because her mother would never have gotten over it, but mother was gone ... and so were the rest of her family. Marcy really was the only other person in Abigale's life, but her best friend was openly gay AND attracted to her. That and the constant wisecracking got old, after a while, and she needed her space.

Soap suds slickened her skin and poured the filth of the day off of her and down the drain. The day had really done a number on her and she had not even been able to finish it by masturbating. It occurred to her that despite the very personal violation she had recently endured, she was still turned on. It had taken actual willpower not to masturbate in Marcy's car and Abigale could not imagine why that had seemed like a good idea at the time.

As her hands finished rubbing her breasts they went further down and stopped over her belly. "Baby ..." she forced herself to say out loud. "A baby ... I'm pregnant." An unconscious smile appeared on her face and it took her a moment to notice the inner glow which had settled inside of her.

This was an opportunity for her to have a child. While it was not an expected one, it came without some doe-eyed moron following her around. Most of the men she had dated would not have made decent sperm donors, and she believed that at least some of a person was coded into their child at a very basic level. If her sperm donor was a super-genius form Japan then maybe she would have a brilliant child who would go on to do great things.

"Mama ..." the voice in her mind whispered again.

"It's alright," Abigale said as she patted her belly. "Everything is going to be alright."

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