This is a prequel to the Josslyn series. Check out her other stories first if you haven’t read them.

Josslyn Doesn't Make It: https://pastebin.com/P1FRk49m

Josslyn Blows Up in Class: https://pastebin.com/zjfxzn88

Josslyn: Origins

Cassidy Jones’s baby was a kicker. It had started twelve weeks into the pregnancy and it seemed like it hadn’t let up for one minute since.

All hours of the day and night, the baby kicked and punched and bounced so much that Cassidy joked with her husband that they should name the baby “Josslyn” because she was “always jostlin’ her.”

The kicking only got worse as Cassidy approached full term. Sometimes little Josslyn (the name had stuck) managed to kick so hard it was actually visible from the outside as a dent in Cassidy’s gravid belly.

“She’s a fighter, this one,” said Cassidy’s husband. “That’s for sure. She’s not gonna take any shit from anybody.”

Then, one night at around thirty six weeks into term, Josslyn kicked so hard that Cassidy woke up with a cry of pain.

“Oh my God, Harold, look at this!” Cassidy shook her husband awake.

Harold rubbed his eyes and looked blearily at Cassidy’s belly.

Then he rubbed his eyes again.

“Is that…?” he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Cassidy’s belly was bulging upwards bigger than it ever had before.

“It looks like an alien is trying to push its way out of your belly!” he said. “Is that Josslyn doing that?”

“Yeah,” Cassidy grunted and blinked away a few tears of pain.

“What’s she doing? Standing up in there?” asked Harold.

“It feels like she’s standing on my spine—OOF!” Cassidy winced as the dent rising from her belly grew bigger.

“Is this normal?” Harold tried to remember if he’d ever heard of anything like this.

“I don’t think so.” Cassidy groaned as the bump rose again. “It’s not going down!”

“I’ll call the hospital.” Harold was already putting on his pants.

Half an hour later in the waiting room of the OB:GYN it looked like Cassidy was pregnant with a traffic cone.

“The doctor is ready for you, Mrs. Jones.” Even the nurse couldn’t stop herself from staring at the bizarre shape of Cassidy’s belly.

Harold clutched Cassidy’s hand as he watched the doctor run the ultrasound wand over his wife’s bizarrely tented belly.

The doctor grunted and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Is everything alright, doctor?” asked Harold.

“What’s happening with my baby?” Cassidy’s throat was tight with barely restrained tears.

“Don’t worry, your baby is perfectly healthy.” The doctor adjusted his glasses and peered into the screen again. “In fact I’d say she’s as healthy as a horse.”

“What’s going on?” asked Harold. “What’s causing that dent?”

“Well Mr. Jones I’m not sure how to put this…” the doctor rubbed his chin and stared at the screen some more. “But it appears your daughter has an erection.”

Harold and Cassidy both blinked.

“Sorry, did you say ‘erection?’” asked Harold. “Like… an ERECTION erection?”

“If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I wouldn’t believe it either,” said the doctor. “But take a look for yourself.”

He turned the screen around.

Harold and Cassidy’s jaws dropped. There was no mistaking it. Their unborn daughter had a massive boner.

“Oh, my!” Cassidy blushed.

Harold wasn’t sure whether to feel proud or humiliated that his unborn infant daughter had a bigger erection than he did.

“How could this happen?” asked Cassidy.

“Well it could be any number of factors,” said the doctor. “Do either of you have any family history of something like this?”

“No, nobody in my family has a… is that…” Harold struggled to get out the words.

“Mine neither. I have some futa cousins but, they’re all normal… as far as I know. Not like I’ve seen…” Cassidy blushed even deeper.

The bulge in Cassidy’s belly grew slightly taller and she grunted with the added discomfort.

“It could be something you were exposed to at home or in the workplace,” the doctor suggested. “Do you work, Mrs. Jones?”

“We both work at Garden State Protein Reclamation,” said Cassidy. 

“The semen processing plant,” Harold clarified.

Semen processing was a huge deal. A big plant like Garden State Protein Reclamation might handle ten million gallons of jizz a day, piped in from relief rooms and public relief booths from all over the state. There were almost three million futas in New Jersey and all of them had to get their rocks off constantly.

There was no point letting all that protein go to waste, so most states reclaimed and refined all that spunk into fertilizer, animal feed, food additives and a million other industrial and consumer products.

“Harold is an overseer and I used to work radiosterilization before I got pregnant, now I work tank maintenance.”

“Radiosterilization?” asked the doctor.

“Yeah before the semen is processed into fertilizer and stuff, we run it through a radiation chamber first,” Cassidy explained. “It’s a two stage process. After the first wave of radiation, we separate out the sperm that survived the first stage and zap them again.”

“And are you exposed to radiation at your job?” asked the doctor.

“No, we’re fully protected,” said Cassidy.

“Do you believe you ever might have been accidentally exposed to unusual or unsafe conditions at work?” asked the doctor.

Harold and Cassidy looked at each other.

“Well, there was one incident…” said Harold.

“Oh?” the doctor raised an eyebrow.

“I… well you might say I went for a little swim,” Cassidy laughed. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“What happened?” asked the doctor.

“A few months ago, I was inspecting the second stage strainer where we separate the hyper sperm from the regular sperm,” said Cassidy. “I don’t know if you’ve ever seen hyper sperm, they’re big, like huge tadpoles… some of them get as big as—” Cassidy held her hands apart to indicate something about a foot long.

“I’m familiar, yes,” said the doctor.

“Oh, right, of course,” Cassidy blushed. “Anyway, I was standing over the hyper sperm tank, and they were all thrashing around in there like crazy. The top of the tank was open and I tripped and whoop, splash!”

Harold chuckled nervously.

“It was so gross! I could feel them all wriggling around all over me!” Cassidy shuddered at the memory. “And they were all radioactive of course because they’d just come out of the first stage radiosterilization chamber.”

“So you took a dip in radioactive hyper sperm?” said the doctor.

“Yes but this is before I was even pregnant!” Cassidy objected. “It couldn’t have affected the baby, could it?”

“Well probably not unless…” the doctor paused.

“Unless what, doc?” Harold leaned in.

“Were the sperm still viable at that stage? You said they’d already been irradiated,” said the doctor.

“Well, hyper sperm are much tougher. They have to go through a special process…” Cassidy went pale. “You don’t think… But I would have known! I would have felt—”

A sudden memory came back to Cassidy. The slimy, wriggling mass all over her body, getting into her suit, getting into her panties.

And something the size of a hard-boiled egg. 

Something pushing its way inside her.

“Oh God…” Cassidy started to cry. Harold gripped her hand tight and patted her back.

“Mrs. Jones, it’s going to be alright,” said the doctor. “You’re nearly at full term and from everything I can see your baby is in excellent health. Yes there’s a slight abnormality but there doesn’t appear to be any danger. Your uterine wall isn’t at risk of being ruptured. My advice is to schedule regular visits to keep an eye on things.”

“Th-thank you, doctor,” said Cassidy.

The drive home was spent in awkward silence. Cassidy’s belly-boner was still as big as ever and neither of them wanted to look at it.

Finally Cassidy broke the silence.

“Harold I’m so sorry,” she barely got the words out before breaking into sobs. “I had no idea the baby might not be yours!”

“I didn’t even know hyper sperm could even impregnate an egg!” said Harold. “They’re like a million times bigger!”

Cassidy consulted the pamphlet the doctor had given them.

“According to this the hyper sperm absorbs the egg instead of vice-versa,” said Cassidy. “But we still don’t know if that’s what happened.”

They both glanced involuntarily at the dent poking up from Cassidy’s belly and knew they were kidding themselves.

“Well one thing we do know for sure.” Harold tried to mile encouragingly. 

“What’s that?” Cassidy wiped the tears from her eyes.

“She’s going to be really popular when she gets older,” said Harold.