Some couples go to a fertility clinic hoping for answers.
Some couples go hoping for reassurance.
And some couples — like poor Todd and Natalie Whitcomb — go to the Corinthian Fertility Clinic, where the answers come with tentacles, medical waivers, and a level of professional detachment that makes the humiliation so much worse.
This new illustration inspired a brand-new Evil Inc Erotica story featuring Dr. Octavian Deepwell, a calm, broad-shouldered scylla fertility specialist with excellent bedside manner and an absolutely devastating approach to diagnosis. Natalie arrives shy, nervous, and still half-convinced that her body is the problem. Todd arrives certain that the clinic will confirm what his mother has been telling him all along.
Todd is about to learn a great deal about fertility science.
And volume.
And sitting quietly while the doctor works.
The Evil Inc Erotica story based on this illustration will be posted Friday. Here’s a little taste from the story:
“Typical release by volume,” he said. “One-point-three CCs.”
Todd seized on the word like a drowning man grabbing driftwood. “That should be plenty. My mom said —.”
“For a human male,” Dr. Deepwell continued, uninterrupted.
Todd glared. “You haven’t even done a sperm count.”
“That may not be necessary.”
“Not necessary? How can you know?”
Dr. Deepwell set the vial on the tray. “Because this may not be a sperm-count problem. This may be a volume problem.”
Todd blinked.
Natalie’s breathing changed.
She felt it before she understood why. A cool, smooth touch at her ankle. A thin tentacle had slipped unnoticed beneath the hem of her gown. It traced the inside of her calf with delicate precision, pausing whenever she tensed, continuing when she relaxed.
Dr. Deepwell eased closer to her.
Friday’s story is a smutty little return to one of my favorite After Dark setups: medical kink, monster-fertility absurdity, tentacle anatomy, and one deeply deserving husband learning that maybe — just maybe — Mommy was wrong.
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Detail of doctor and patient
Detail of husband
The Corinthian Fertility Clinic
This is the fourth in a series of stories that feature this monster-owned establishment, including...
Fertility Clinic Follow-Up — Callie is carrying an orc-assisted pregnancy. Her “pelvic prep” continues with another intense session — this time under the nervous eye of her husband. She’s starting to realize she might need a lot more of this kind of therapy before the Big Day.
Clinical Comparison — Harold is asked to supply a specimen while his wife receives a very thorough pregnancy treatment from a minotaur MD. Later, while they do dishes, Laura fills in her husband on every detail of being filled up.
Hands-On Training — The clinic offers college-aged helpers for young families struggling to meet the demands of a half-monster baby. The young half-bull au pair is great with the baby, but the effects of a minotaur-facilitated pregnancy have had predictable — and creamy — results on the new mother. Can he keep his mind on the job?
Volume Issues (coming Friday) — Todd and Natalie have been struggling to conceive, and Todd's mother has him convinced that it's all his wife's fault. A trip to the Corinthian Clinic results in a specimen collection for him and a wild ride for her.