Inseminated by a Royal

By JM Ross

As she turns twenty one, Jessica meets a college nerd. Having been an introvert most of her life, she finds they have a lot in common.
But there's more to him than she could possibly guess. He becomes responsible for changing her body and then, her life.
Although mildly erotic, this story remains committed to true love.

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Contains adult material.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ross Publishing
• Release date: Apr 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370769001

JM Ross

I love it when my protagonist finds her body contending with an intimate partner or a force that will change her forever. What is she thinking as she looses control of her sexual desires or her body or both? Did she want this to happen? Has it gone too far? Does she like it? How will it end? Will it end? The line between fantasy and reality is sometimes so very, very thin and I adore stepping into fantasy and staying there as long as I can. Love JM PS... If you'd like to see what's coming, click on favorites and Smashwords will keep you updated.

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BabyMachine 9

Smashwords Edition

by JM Ross

Copyright 2017

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Baby Machine 9

Chapter 1

Keep eating like that, you'll get fat, came a high nasal voice on the opposite side of the table.

I looked up to see a thin mousy guy wearing a white shirt and a bow tie.

Ya... Of all things... a bow tie. His oversized glasses completed his strange facade. For a few seconds, it crossed my mind that he might have been dressed for a costume party.

My eyes fell to his notebook and then his plastic pocket protector and I asked, Are you a real nerd?

His face screwed up into an odd smile.

Never met one before, I added.

But I knew, I'd been rude. I tried to think of words to soften what I'd said... They didn't come.

He studied me for maybe a minute and then said in his nasal voice, I guess, I am.

How old are you? he asked.

That was very forward, I thought.

But I answered, Twenty and seven-eighths.

Twenty and seven-eighths? Humpff... he muttered, You speak like a nerdy girl. Who else would say twenty and seven-eighths? Why didn't you just say twenty or twenty-one and leave it at that?

I hesitated, trying to think of a glib answer. But, I'm not a glib answer kind of person and finally answered defensively, Just trying to be accurate.

He nodded as if he'd expected my answer and added, Spoken like a true nerdy girl. Geek personified.

I wanted to act offended. I wanted to say, 'No... I am not a nerd like you.' But, maybe he was right. I know I'm plain. I think if I could gain even a little weight, I could be pretty. My bone structure is good. My face has good shape and my hips... Well, at least that's what everyone says. However, I have this anorexic appearance.

Lord, but I'm terribly thin.

Shit! I look like one of those concentration camp prisoners from World War II.

And, no! I am not anorexic or bulimic or anything like that. It's just that I can't gain any weight.

For a while, doctors thought that I had cystic fibrosis. But that isn't the case, either. Yet, I do have a high metabolism. I can eat anything I want... As much as I want.

In fact... I have to eat. I don't think there's a graham of fat on me, not anywhere.

Forgive me. I might be exadurating a little here.

But oh! What I wouldn't give for another ten pounds! Twenty pounds would be even better. I'd just love to have a round soft butt. Something to hang my jeans on. Something that would wiggle when I walk. Something that boys would stare at and talk about.

And then, there's boobs. If I start to talk about them (or should I say the lack of them)... I'll cry. I still wear a training bra to cover my breast buds. Band-aids would work just as well.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Almost twenty-one and all I have are breast buds. This isn't funny! Don't laugh! Dammit, now I think I'm starting to tear up.

I have a medical condition, I answered nerd guy, I can eat anything I want without gaining...

Cystic? he interrupted with an odd sneer, I wrote a paper on that, once.

No, I answered and hoping to change the subject, I asked, So... How old are you?

Twenty-one and one eighth, he answered with a smirk, What are you, a Junior?

I shook my head, no and answered, Senior.

How come, I haven't seen you around before? he asked.

Big campus, I answered.

But the real truth was that my appearance is so nondescript that no one ever notices me. No! Not ever!

Fuck! I'll bet that I'm the only twenty-one year old (Well... Almost twenty-one year old.) virgin on this entire campus.

There... I said it... That evil word... 'Virgin.'

There was this boy once in high school and I thought that maybe he'd be my first. I even kinda liked him. But then, Margret Hofstadter with her damn big butt and sorta boobs (a lot of padding), took him away from me and I knew my fate was sealed.

Shortly after that fiasco, I found I had passed the university entrance exam and moved on to college early.

And who? I'm saying, just who...

Who in college would want to date a sixteen-year-old virgin pretzel?

So, the past four and seven-eighths years have been academically, successful.

And socially... a total failure.

And so, here I sit... Across the table from a male nerd counterpart. With my honor still intact... Damn honor.

Ugh!

And double Ugh!

I finished my ice cream and stood to leave.

How about another nerd lunch, tomorrow? he blurted out with that rotten little smirk.

I stopped and stared at him for half a minute and then answered, OK... Here... Noon? But I don't have a lot of time on Wednesdays.

He smiled and nodded.

I wanted to do something memorable as I was walking away. But you've got to have a butt if you want to sachet your ass or something. So, the best I could do was to try not to look like an entire nerdy klutz. I did my best.

Hey! he shouted, What's your name?

Some people at other tables looked up.

I stopped and turned and stared at him for another minute and then said, Jessica.

Like the rabbit? he answered back sarcastically. (His eyes squinting behind his glasses.)

I nodded.

Now totally embarrassed, I turned and left.

Wednesday's Nerd