Human Reproduction, Ch. 01

Human Reproduction

by Fidget

Chapter 1

Dr. Jeff was trying to finish wiring his new device before his Intro to Bio class started, but it was starting to look pretty unlikely. As a molecular biologist, designing machines to improve concentration wasn’t really his field (and to be honest, he was fairly certain he wasn’t supposed to be using university equipment for personal projects either), but some amateur research into the effects of certain frequencies of sound on the human brain had led to a few epiphanies on his part, and he was so close to finishing. Students were already filing in as he sat at the front of the room, fiddling with the device hidden in his backpack in impatient desperation.

He’d gotten the idea after seeing how hard some of his students found studying, and hoped that his new device would help them focus and increase recall. And, if the profits from his little side project were enough to materially supplement the pittance he was paid by the university for his biological research, so much the better. In his haste, however, Dr. Jeff bridged two circuits by mistake and was treated to a loud pop from the mistreated device, and then a noticeable hum filled the quiet air of the classroom. The unexpected noise startled the students, but Dr. Jeff assured them that everything was fine before zipping up his pack in disappointment and looking over his notes for the lecture.

So much for finishing before class. At this point he’d be lucky if the machine was even salvageable. The loud hum coming from his backpack was still clearly audible to everyone in the classroom, but Dr. Jeff didn’t have time to try to fix it before class began, and figured that everyone would habituate it soon enough.

He watched as the last few students filed in and took their seats, letting his eyes linger on some of the attractive young women perhaps a few seconds longer than strictly appropriate before glancing down at his notes for the day. Ah, Human Reproduction. His freshmen likely knew all of this information already, so half the class would probably just giggle at everything he said while the other half dozed off, but even so Dr. Jeff thought this lesson was an important opportunity to teach his eighteen and nineteen year-old students about the risks of sex in the context of biological processes, and so he made a point of being up front and brutally honest about the temptations he knew the young women and men in the class were having to deal with.

Megan slid into her seat at the back of class just as Dr. Jeff stood up to begin lecture. The athletic blonde was already eager for class to be over so she could start enjoying her weekend, and the other freshmen seemed to feel the same way, slouching down in their seats as they prepared themselves for fifty minutes of monotony, and only a few cared enough to muster snickers as Dr. Jeff began describing the basic functions of penises and vaginas.

“Dr. Jeff” was relatively young, only in his late twenties, and Megan assumed that he went by his first name in an attempt to connect with his students. To be fair, she thought it worked reasonably well; Dr. Jeff was attractive and well-spoken, and enjoyed a degree of popularity among the students, especially the underclassmen. Megan thought that he was nice enough, even though he gave her a slightly skeezy vibe from time to time, seeming a bit too interested in his female students for her liking, and as the lecture progressed into almost a manifesto on the dangers of sex, she began to think that his views on the subject were perhaps a bit out of date as well. Still, he’d never done anything overtly inappropriate that she knew of, and he was nice to look at.

She’d noticed the odd humming noise filling the air when she first walked in, but didn’t think much of it, and less than a minute later she’d forgotten that it was there at all. As Dr. Jeff continued to speak, however, she found herself paying more and more attention to his words, and if she’d had the wherewithal to look around the room, she might have noticed that all of the other students in the classroom were doing the same. Five minutes into the lecture, every student, Megan included, was on the edge of their seat watching their professor with rapt attention, and the intermittent giggles had been replaced with an intense silence broken only by Dr. Jeff’s words and the relentless hum coming from the backpack on his desk.

Having finished his discussion of reproductive anatomy, Dr. Jeff took the opportunity to directly address the women in the classroom.

“And so all of the young women here should keep in mind that your bodies are trying to get you pregnant, whether you want them to or not. There’s nothing malicious about it, of course – they’re designed to want to engage in reproductive behavior, and it’s how we make new people to continue the human race. But you have to be aware of it. Your young bodies know how fertile they are at this age, and they are constantly trying to convince you to put yourself in a position where you’re likely to get pregnant, flooding you with powerful sex hormones that influence your behavior, even if you don’t notice it, goading you toward intercourse.

“You’re instinctually drawn to the bodies of your male peers, just like they’re drawn to yours. You’re driven to flirt with them and tease them as your body temps you to give in to your urge to reproduce. That powerful need for male attention you feel from time to time is your body encouraging you to show potential mates that you’re fertile and ready to breed. And that pleasant tingly feeling you get when he returns your affections is your body preparing you for intercourse and impregnation, lubricating your vagina to make it maximally stimulating for any erect penis your body can convince you to slide inside.

“Those of you who have had sex know how powerful the need is in the moment, and how badly you want him to finish inside of you. Again, that’s your biology trying to get you successfully impregnated, and once he ejaculates, the process of pregnancy and childbirth from there is involuntary and automatic. And so, nine months later, thanks to your evolutionary need to engage in human reproduction, you will both have successfully procreated, and your genes will live on in another generation.

“I know this discussion is a bit blunt, but being aware of all of this information is important.”

Megan was still on the edge of her seat, paying uncharacteristically close attention to the off-topic and out-of-date rantings of her professor as the odd humming sound that she’d completely forgotten about kept her mind open and attentive to his words. Despite her short-lived initial boredom, she now found herself enthusiastically nodding along with Dr.