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District A1: Week 02

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Author's Note: District A1 is an anthology series. Each Week will usually focus on a different character, but in the same setting: District A1.

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"Jamie!" Trish called out.

She watched as Jamie Lambert got up from her seat next to a chubby, brown-haired girl. Jamie walked across the waiting room to the doorway where Trish was standing with her clipboard in hand. Jamie smiled politely as she met Trish's gaze.

"Hi...Tricia, right?" Jamie asked as she stepped through the doorway past Trish.

"Yeah, you can call me Trish though," Trish corrected her as she let the door swing shut behind them and started to lead Jamie down the long hospital hallway. Trish had been Jamie's nurse a week ago when Jamie had come in for her first impregnation appointment. "Good to see you again, how have you been?" Trish asked with a slight air of indifference, having posed a similar question to every other woman who she had assisted that day.

"Pretty good," Jamie answered cheerfully. "Not pregnant, I think."

Trish smiled kindly as they came to a stop in front of one of many examination room doors. Trish opened it for Jamie and let her enter first before stepping into the small room herself and shutting the door behind them. There was a large reclinable exam chair in the center of the floor and a long counter with a sink on the end set into the right wall of the room. Medical equipment was placed all along the top of the counter and underneath it in various drawers and cupboards. On the other side of the room sat a small desk holding a computer, with a wheeled office chair pulled up in front of it.

"Well, have a seat right here and we'll find out," Trish said, gesturing to the exam chair, which was currently in the upright position.

Jamie hesitated and asked, "I need to take my pants off, right?"

"Not yet. First I have to check to see if you've conceived," Tricia explained as she moved about the room, gathering the necessary equipment. "Just take a seat on the chair for now, please."

"Oh, right," Jamie said as she sat down in the exam chair. "How are you going to know if I'm pregnant? I mean, it's only been a week."

"I just need to perform a quick test and we'll be able to tell right away," Trish explained as she put on a pair of latex gloves. She proceeded to pick up a container filled with a yellow solution, which she then squirted carefully into a small plastic test tube. She placed the full test tube into a metal rack to hold it in place as she continued, "I'll just need to take a very small blood sample."

The medical technology of the Valantsian Empire was extremely advanced, as it had to be when the entire female population were consistently undergoing a cycle of being impregnated and giving birth. Medical research and innovation were considered a top priority by the Valantsian High Council, and new discoveries and advancements were made on a regular basis. Some of the most important medical capabilities pertaining to pregnancy were a powerful sedative that made labor completely safe and painless, the ability to increase the potency or concentration of sperm in semen to increase the likelihood of conception or conceiving multiples, and a series of chemical tests that could determine, if necessary, such specifics as the date of conception, number of babies, and whether or not a woman was pregnant, all mere seconds after conception occurred.

Noticing that Jamie had started anxiously fidgeting in the exam chair at the mention of a blood sample, Trish tried to relax her by saying, "Don't worry, you'll barely feel anything. It'll be over in a second." She pulled open a drawer, picked up a syringe, and removed the protective plastic cover from the needle. "If you could just lift your shirt above your belly button for me..."

Jamie obliged, lifting her striped blue and white tank top up to reveal her stomach.

"And hold still..." Trish said calmly as she delicately stuck the needle into Jamie's stomach just to the right of her belly button. A small amount of blood filled the syringe quickly, and in less than a second Trish had finished, removing the syringe and handing Jamie a small circular bandage to cover the miniscule puncture wound. "Here, you can cover that up now if you want," Trish said.

Jamie dabbed off the small drop of blood that had pooled up from the wound with her finger. Looking satisfied, she lowered her shirt back down without applying the bandage. "I think it's fine," she said cheerfully. "I hardly even felt it, anyway."

"Great," Trish forced a smile. She turned her back to Jamie and squirted a single drop of blood from the syringe into the test tube, then stirred the now orange solution for a couple of seconds with the syringe needle. "In just a few seconds, if this turns blue, we'll know you're pregnant, and if it stays orange we'll know you're not."

"Wow, that's all it takes?" Jamie asked, surprised.

"That's it," Trish answered. "To be honest, when they trained us they never taught us the science behind it, but it works." By the time she had finished talking, the solution had already turned a deep shade of blue. Trish held up the test tube so Jamie could see. "Congrats, you're pregnant."

Jamie was stunned, and for a moment didn't say anything. Regaining her composure, she finally stammered, "Wow, I...I guess I just didn't expect it to happen so quick. It only took one try."

Regular inseminations were usually conducted once a week for a month or so to ensure that women conceived. Since women only ovulate roughly once a month and have the capacity to conceive for about a week following ovulation, it was usually the case that conception wouldn't occur after the first insemination, although it was, of course, possible. Trish explained all of this to Jamie, and finished by asking, "So, do you have any questions?"

"Oh, is that it?" Jamie still seemed to be somewhat in a state of shock and disbelief. "What do I do now?"

"You should get a notification on your phone when you reach two months to come back in," Trish answered. "We'll perform an ultrasound just to make sure your baby's healthy and to see if you might be having multiples. Other than that, you're free to go for today. Congrats again."

"Thanks," Jamie said, getting to her feet unsteadily.

Trish noticed her swaying slightly as she stood and grabbed her arm and put a hand on her back to steady her. "Are you okay? Do you need to sit back down for a second?"

Jamie shook her head, seeming to snap herself out of her daze. "No, I'm fine," she smiled halfheartedly. "Like I said, I just...didn't expect it right away."

"You're not the only one," Trish said reassuringly, leading Jamie to the door of the exam room and holding it open. "My roommate came in earlier today and I tested her too. She was also really surprised when she found out she was pregnant."

Jamie seemed somewhat comforted that she wasn't entirely alone, and smiling one last time she said, "Okay, thanks Trish."

"No problem, Jamie," Trish smiled back. "You can leave out the front," she said, pointing down the hall toward the door they had come through earlier.

"Okay, have a nice day," Jamie said as she left the exam room.

Trish shut the exam room door behind her and took a seat in the small swivel chair in front of the computer. She opened up the online patient database and input Jamie's test results. All of the medical data and patient information recorded in District A1 was stored online so that the government could have instant access to it. After she finished entering Jamie's positive pregnancy test result, Trish look a quick look at the bottom of the patient where some cumulative statistics were displayed. According to the database, everyone in the District had been tested this week, except for the nurses (Trish included), since they had been working all day. So far there was a twenty-five percent conception rate, meaning that seventy-five percent of the citizens of District A1 still weren't pregnant. One-fourth of the District population being impregnated after one week was pretty much what Trish and her fellow nurses had been trained to expect, so she was relieved to know that she'd been doing her job well thus far.

Trish got up, and stretched her arms outward for a moment, yawning and squeezing her eyes shut. She had been testing and inseminating women since that morning, and was glad to be almost done with her day. She left the exam room and headed back to the pristine waiting room in the lobby of the hospital. It was now empty, except for her fellow nurse Lindsey, who was seated behind the reception desk.

Lindsey was a chunky girl with bulbous breasts that she always seemed to display prominently. Today she was wearing a loose-fitting white tank top under which could clearly be seen the outline of a very tight black bra that seemed a size too small. Her cleavage was instantly obvious, especially since her heavy breasts jiggled every time she moved. She had on tight black jeans and her light blonde hair flowed down around her jovial round face and hung slightly below her shoulders. She was leaning forward as she typed something into the computer in front of her, her large breasts exaggerated even more as they pressed against the desk and were mushed together slightly by her arms. They wobbled pleasantly as her arms couldn't help but move with every key her fingers tapped into the keyboard. She looked up and leaned back in her chair as she saw Trish approaching.

"Hey, Trish, what's up?" Lindsey asked.

Trish leaned against the front shelf of the reception desk, which stood at about chest height and was raised up above Lindsey's side. She took a long sigh and hung her head in exhaustion so her wavy black hair swung forward around her face.

"Tell me about it," Lindsey grimaced. She shook her head and added, "What a day."

"We're done, right? No more patients?"

"Not til next week."

"Great. Should we go ahead and test each other?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Lindsey said, getting up from the desk and walking back toward the hallway Trish had just entered from.

Trish followed her, asking, "Where's Gertrude and Essie?" There were four nurses in total in District A1, and Gertrude and Essie were the remaining two.

"I think they're in one of the exam rooms testing each other," Lindsey replied as they entered the hallway. "That's why I was sitting out there, waiting for you." She elbowed Trish playfully in the side.

"Sorry, my last patient took a while to...acclimate to the news," Trish said as she stepped into the first exam room they came to. Trish closed the door after Lindsey walked in behind her.

"I know what you mean," Lindsey said, raising her eyebrows. "It's weird, I tested my roommate earlier and she started sobbing when she found out she was pregnant. Like, it was intense. I'm still not sure if she was happy or sad. And then I tested another patient who barely seemed to care when I gave her the news. I don't know if she even believed me. You want to go first?" Lindsey gestured to the exam chair in the middle of the room.

"Oh, sure," Trish agreed, hopping into the chair and pulling up her shirt. Lindsey readied the test tube and syringe as Trish had done for Jamie and all of her other patients earlier that day. She quickly and expertly drew blood from Trish's midsection. She added it to the solution in the test tube and stirred.

Trish found herself staring hypnotically at the test tube as the color quickly faded from orange to blue. "I'm pregnant," she said quietly. "Congrats!" Lindsey cried, throwing her arms out to her sides and moving up to the exam chair to give Trish a hug.

Trish laughed nervously and said, "Thanks." She could feel the weight and heat of Lindsey's chest pressing against hers. Lindsey held on for a couple seconds longer than Trish had been expecting, then released.

Brushing her hair back behind her left ear as she spoke, Lindsey asked, "Not excited, huh?"

Trish shrugged as she got out of the exam chair. "I guess not. I'm just tired."

"Fair enough," Lindsey shrugged back and climbed into the chair herself. "Well, my turn. Maybe we'll be two for two, huh?"

"Maybe," Trish said, moving to administer the same test for the final time that day. As she went through the motions, she couldn't help but zone out while Lindsey starting babbling on about something or other. Her mind was too preoccupied. She'd expected to feel disappointed or maybe even excited once she conceived, but instead she felt...nothing. Perhaps it was only because she was a week pregnant, and so didn't feel any different now than she did seven days ago. Maybe she needed time to let it sink in. She decided to try to put it out of her mind for now. She had taken a blood sample from Lindsey's belly and added it to the test tube, but upon stirring it for about half a minute she had seen no change in color.

Watching intently, Lindsey sighed, "Well, one for two's not bad." She hopped out of the chair to remove her pants, knowing that she'd now have the undergo the insemination procedure again.

"Sorry," Trish apologized, although there was really no need. The insemination process wasn't unpleasant, and could actually be quite enjoyable if you had a friend performing the procedure. After knowing each other for just a week, Trish certainly considered Lindsey a friend and had no doubt she felt the same. They had already performed the procedure on one another a week ago, anyway, so it wouldn't be anything new.

As Lindsey pulled down her panties down from around her thick thighs, she said, "Hey, I'm the one that should be sorry. This is probably going to take forever like last time."

Lindsey was referring to fact that the last time she'd been inseminated, it had taken her a very long time to orgasm, and therefore, a long time to complete the procedure overall. The insemination process began with a four-inch mechanized pink rubber rod being inserted into the woman's vagina and held there. The rod was essentially a rabbit vibrator, although this particular version was used only for medical purposes and couldn't be bought in a regular sex shop. A small appendage with a smooth, rounded end protruded from the side of the rod just above the base. It was designed to press against the clitoris once the rod was fully inserted. There was a button on the rod's base that caused the entire thing to vibrate, although the appendage vibrated with the highest intensity to stimulate the clitoris and eventually cause phase two, orgasm.

A black rubber hose was connected from the base of the rod to a metal plate on the floor next to the exam chair, much like a water hose to a spigot. However, in this case the hose couldn't be removed from where it was affixed to the plate. The hose was the source of the semen that was ejected from the end of the rod into the woman's vagina. The nurses did not have access to the source of the semen, which was piped in from somewhere underground just like water to a faucet or showerhead. This was to prevent any sort of wasting or contamination of the semen, since it was a valuable and precious commodity that was essential to sustaining and growing the population of the Valantsian Empire. Of course, since they were utterly separated from men for their entire lives, the nurses and citizens alike just thought semen was some sort of genetically engineered chemical that was manufactured and distributed throughout the Districts by the Valantsian High Council and Capital.

Nonetheless, once the woman being inseminated orgasmed from the clitoral stimulation of the rod, a second button was pressed on the base of the rod. This button both caused the rod to eject semen inside the woman, and, through the mechanics of the rod, caused it to widen slightly to ostensibly plug up the woman's vagina and stop any excess semen from seeping out. The reason the procedure involved making the woman orgasm was twofold. Like with many things in the Valantsian Empire, sex or sexual pleasure were often incorporated to make normally mundane or unpleasant tasks more enjoyable. It was also believed that orgasming at the moment of ejection caused the vaginal muscles to contract in such a way that it facilitated a more rapid and thorough movement of the semen from the vagina through the cervix and into the uterus, which supposedly increased the chance of conception. Once the patient orgasmed and the semen was ejected, the rod was removed and any residual mess was cleaned up by the nurse.

Lindsey, now naked from the waist down, had gotten back into the exam chair. There were a couple of retractable stirrups on the sides of the chair that Trish went ahead and unfolded so they were in the right position for insemination. Lindsey spread her legs open as she placed her feet in the stirrups, revealing her pink vaginal lips between her thighs.

As she positioned herself in the chair and stirrups, Trish said, "Is there anything I can do to help you cum faster? I don't want to be here all night again."

"Come on, it didn't take that long," Lindsey said sheepishly, interlocking her fingers and laying her arms across her stomach as Trish pushed the chair back into a slightly reclined position. Trish gave her a look and Lindsey quickly added, "Fine, it took pretty long, but it's not like you were super quick either."

"Fair enough," Trish conceded as she reached down and removed the insemination rod from where it was clamped onto the supporting column of the exam chair, pulling an extra few feet of rubber hose up from the plate in the floor along with it. The hose extended for about ten feet if necessary, to allow for easy access and movement of the rod. Her latex gloves still covering her hands, Trish started coating the rod in a thin layer of lubricant as she said, "Seriously though, anything I can do to help, just let me know."

Lindsey sighed and said, "I don't think so. I'll try to be speedy, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Trish said as she stepped in front of the exam chair, lubricated rod in hand. Standing between Lindsey's legs, Trish asked, "Ready?"

Lindsey closed her eyes and relaxed. "Ready," she answered.

Trish slowly and firmly inserted the rod inside Lindsey's vagina. She could see and feel her tense up upon the initial penetration, but only for a second. Trish easily inserted the rod until the appendage was pressed firmly against Lindsey's clitoris and only the very bottom of the rod could be seen protruding from Lindsey's vagina. With a couple of finger pressing against its base, Trish held the rod firmly inside of Lindsey. "All right, I'm gonna turn it on," Trish said, and hit the vibration button. Lindsey tensed up again, but this time her reaction was much more pronounced.

"Fuck," she breathed as she bit her lip, her eyes still closed.

With her free hand, Trish rubbed the inside of Lindsey's right thigh, hoping it would somehow speed up the process. She continued to hold the rod in place for several minutes as Lindsey squirmed, her breathing growing more and more shallow with each passing second. Some of the lubricant and vaginal fluids had started to drip out of her vagina and run down the chair and even Trish's arm. Maintaining her hold on the rod, Trish widened her stance stretched out with her other arm toward the sink, managing to grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser. She used them to wipe up some of the liquids that were on both herself and Lindsey.

Finally, after about five minutes, Lindsey whispered, "Okay, I think I'm about to cum."

Trish squeezed Lindsey's thigh and said softly, "Great, just tell me when to hit the button."

Trish noticed Lindsey's legs start to shiver uncontrollably before she grunted, "Now."

Trish pressed the second button as Lindsey orgasmed. She let out a load groan, her legs shaking more violently as her orgasm washed over her. Trish watched the rod expand, stretching Lindsey's vagina even further and filling it up completely. Trish could feel the vibration and hear the muffled noise the rod made as the mechanisms inside it caused it to spurt semen from the hole in its tip.

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