The Doctor is in

I'm Eddie, a 40-year-old doctor at a bustling fertility clinic. I've found a way to spread my seed to women who seek sperm donation.

I'm Eddie, a 40-year-old doctor at a bustling fertility clinic. I've never had a relationship or a family, but I've found a way to spread my seed to women who seek sperm donation. It started as a simple act of rebellion, but it quickly became an addiction.

Every day, I see women with round bellies coming in for check-ups. Their partners stand beside them, beaming with pride. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I'm the one responsible for those pregnancies.

I remember the first time I replaced a sperm sample with my own. It was a thrilling experience, like a game of Russian roulette. I didn't know if the woman would get pregnant or not, but the thought of it was enough to give me a hard-on.

I would sit in my office, my dick in my hand, and imagine the woman who would receive my seed. I would picture her lying on the examination table, her legs spread wide open as I inserted the syringe filled with my cum. The thought of it was enough to make me explode.

Over time, I became more daring. I would replace the sperm samples with my own, even when the women had chosen a specific donor. I would watch them from afar, my heart pounding in my chest as they walked out of the clinic with my seed inside them.

One day, a woman named Sarah came in for a check-up. She was in her early thirties, with long dark hair and a body that wouldn't quit. I could tell she was nervous, her hands trembling as she sat down in front of me.

"So, how have you been feeling?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"I've been feeling great, actually," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. "I think I might be pregnant."

My heart skipped a beat. I had replaced the sperm sample for this woman, but I had never expected her to get pregnant. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that my seed had taken root inside her.

I nodded, trying to keep my composure. "Well, let's do a test and see."

I led her to the examination room, my heart racing in my chest. I couldn't believe that I was about to confirm that she was carrying my child.

As I performed the test, I couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal. My dick was rock hard, straining against my pants. I knew I couldn't act on my urges, but the thought of it was enough to make me want to explode.

When the test came back positive, I couldn't help but smile. I looked at Sarah, her face filled with joy and excitement. I knew that I had made the right decision, even if it was unethical.

Over the next few months, I continued to replace sperm samples with my own. I would watch the women as they came in for check-ups, their bellies growing larger and larger. I would imagine their pussies dripping with my cum, their bodies writhing in pleasure as they came.

It was a dangerous game I was playing, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted to the thrill, the excitement, the feeling of power.

As I watched her walk out of the clinic, my heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction. I knew that I had created life, and that was enough to make me feel like a god.

I continued to replace sperm samples with my own, watching as the women's bellies grew larger and larger. I would imagine their pussies dripping with my cum, their bodies writhing in pleasure as they came.

I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted to the thrill, the excitement, the feeling of power.

As the years passed, I watched as my children grew up. I would see them in the park, their faces filled with joy and laughter. I knew that I had created something beautiful, even if it was unconventional.