For months, I’ve been overhearing you chat with your girlfriends on the phone. You keep it quiet, even whispering sometimes, but I don’t talk on the phone much, so I guess you couldn’t know how well sound carries over the partition between our cubicles. I try to stay focused on my work, and I like to think of myself as a person who wouldn’t invade someone else’s privacy, but I admit it: when you talk about sex, it gets my attention.

Right now, I’m pretty distracted from the report I’m writing because you’re complaining to one of your friends that you’re in the middle of your cycle and horny as hell and frustrated you have no boyfriend you can pounce. I wouldn’t believe women say these things to each other if I hadn’t heard it with my own ears.

I remember overhearing you mention a few days ago you’re not on birth control, and I feel my cock begin to stir in my pants. I can’t explain why, but knowing a woman is at peak fertility has always turned me on.

And what’s this? Who’s Mr… Oh, I get it. That’s the name you gave your vibrator. You’re telling your girlfriend you’d rather go home and spend some quality time with Mr. Right Now than endure the office party we’ll all be stuck attending tonight. I silently thank whatever forces arranged for women to be so frank with each other about sex.

Fast-forward a few hours, and the work day is finally over. Well, for some definition of work anyway; I’ve been daydreaming about you on and off all afternoon. I get up from my chair and step over to the gap in your cubicle and knock. I announce it’s time for us to go to the annoying fake party to let the bosses think the company is one big happy family, and I suggest we carpool. You agree on all counts.

In the car, the talk is all strictly safe-for-work. We discuss how late the project we’re working on has run and how stupid management must be to think that we’re showing up to this party because we crave more face-time with our co-workers. I feel lucky my cock isn’t tenting my pants, because at every lull in the conversation I think about how good your pussy must smell. Yeah. Once I’m turned on, I don’t turn off easily.

Upon arriving at the bar and grill where the party is being held, we’re quickly separated by co-workers drawing us into banal conversations about quarterly results and rumors about management politics. I see you across the room from time to time, and I notice after a while it seems that if you’re talking to a woman you look bored and impatient, but if you’re talking to a man you’re paying attention, not necessarily fascinated but maybe wishing you were.

When we finally bump into each other again, I see you’ve had about as many drinks as I have: not enough to shout at a manager who richly deserves it, but definitely enough to relax your walk and loosen your tongue. You mock-grimace and complain that we’re stuck here for who-knows-how-much longer, and we discuss how bad it would be to be seen leaving first.

I couldn’t tell you why, but suddenly I decide to take a risk. "Of course, the real crime here is that I’m being deprived of valuable jacking off time.“ I can pass this off as a joke if I have to, right?

You laugh knowingly. "Yeah, you and me both.”

What? I can see by the look on your face that you’re more surprised you said that than I am. You look at me a moment, choosing your next words carefully.

“Well, it’s not as if there’s a good term for what girls do. ‘Jilling off’ just sounds lame.”

“Point,” I say. “But you know what’s really lame? Two horny people going home alone.” So much for passing this off as a joke.

You laugh again. “If you thought leaving first would look bad, think about leaving first together.”

“Another good point.” I raise my drink. “But I might be past caring.”

“Well, then,” you say, and just like that you put down your drink and pick up your purse. "Shall we?“

• • •

Somehow we manage to get to my car without touching, which is wise because I’m parked in view of the restaurant windows.

As soon as we pull away, I feel your hand on my thigh. I let you see me smile as I feel my cock’s first response, but I keep my eyes on the road until the first red light, when I look over to see you watching me expectantly. I place my right hand just above your knee and let my fingers play along your inner thigh as you part your legs. As the light turns green and we accelerate, my hand pushes against the hem of your flannel skirt and your hand steals over the fly of my slacks, discovering the outline of my stiffening cock. I’m driving toward the office, but you have a better idea. "Left,” you say, and I start to follow your directions.

By the time we arrive outside your apartment building, my slacks feel confining as you cup your hand and stroke my erection slowly through the cloth, and your skirt is bunched between my wrist and your waist as my fingers tease you through your damp panties. I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine, and for a moment we just sit there in the dark, stroking and listening to each other breathe. “C'mon,” you say, finally, and turn to open your door. I do the same, and soon we’re in your building’s elevator, turning toward each other as the doors close.

We kiss urgently, my hands on your ass, pressing us together, and I enjoy knowing you can feel my hard cock against your belly. Soon enough we’re on your floor and inside your apartment and you’re leading me straight to your bedroom, where your unmade bed awaits.

We turn to kiss again, and my hands are behind you, unzipping your skirt and shucking your panties down over your hips, letting it all fall to the floor. I can hardly wait to feel how wet you are, and when my hand slides around between us, you spread your stance instinctively, and my fingers encounter your gloriously slick folds. I quickly lay my middle finger between your sopping lips and slowly drag it up and down as our tongues entwine and you moan faintly.

My cock strains to be released from my slacks, and you do me that mercy, unbuttoning and unzipping and pushing my slacks down along with my boxers. My cock stands at rapt attention, and I realize it’s been about a week since I’ve cum, because my balls feel full and heavy. In fact, I bet… Yes, you grasp my cock in your hand and slip your thumb up over my cockhead to smear the pearl of precum that has already formed there.

As if we had planned it, we part to remove our shirts, and then I quickly reach behind you to unhook your bra and reveal your generous breasts, dark nipples already at attention. We kiss again and soon find ourselves lying on our sides on your bed, each with one knee up. I swirl my tongue around your firm nipples while my fingers smear your slippery pussy juices up and around your clit. With one hand you slowly stroke my rigid shaft, and with the other you cup and gently squeeze my swollen balls.

Your ragged breaths are turning to moans and your hips are starting to buck under my fingers relentlessly circling your clit. “Don’t stop,” you say, a hint of desperation in your voice, as if there were a chance I would. “So… close…” And then you’re over the edge, pressing your pussy against my fingers, your whole body tensing and releasing again and again, until you finally you lift my hand away. “Too much,” you laugh nervously, and I release your nipple from my mouth just in case.

You haven’t let go of my cock, thumb and forefinger closed tightly around it, but you’ve understandably been paying it less attention. Now, when you resume those wonderful long strokes, you’re rewarded with a slow but steady ooze of pre-cum from my cockhead, which you smear down my shaft and use as lube. It feels exquisite. “Oh, god,” I moan, “So much…”

“I noticed,” you say. “Whatever shall we do about that?”

I don’t answer right away, but after a few moments of enjoying your caresses, I can’t wait any longer, and I reach down between us to guide your hand and my cock toward your swollen pussy lips. “This,” I say, anticipating your reaction. I’m sure we’re both thinking about the natural consequences of fucking, so I’m pleasantly surprised when you take my cue and pull me the rest of the way, then rub my cockhead up over your clit, down to your flooded entrance, and back again. I have never felt a woman this wet for me before, and I love it.

After a few seconds of this teasing, I roll us over so you’re on your back, knees spread, with my hips poised over you, cock pointing right at your pussy. We lock eyes as I lower and shift my hips so my cockhead finds its way back to your dripping slit. I press in a little, shift my hips again to find the right angle, and then I’m sliding into you in short, slow thrusts. I gasp and you bite your lower lip as we both feel every ridge and vein of my cock enter you. Your warm, slick pussy juices coat the full length of my shaft.

I slowly withdraw from you almost all the way, your pussy clinging to me, and then I slide back in again in one long, smooth stroke. "So good,“ you breathe, looking up at me. I start a slow, steady rhythm, and I find your hands behind my ass, lightly pressing inward so that each thrust is a little harder and faster and deeper than the last. I feel a familiar pressure building behind the base of my cock, and your moans are getting louder and more insistent.

It’s not like I’ve tricked you into letting me fuck you without a condom, but I definitely feel like I’m getting away with something. Here I am, thrusting my bare cock deep inside your unprotected, fertile pussy, oozing pre-cum and getting ready to spurt the real thing. Of course, this happens all time whenever two horny people lose control of their lust. But for me, right now, it’s more than that. I’m not just looking forward to getting off and trying to forget it might make you pregnant. I’m actually hoping to… No, that’s not it either. I’m trying to make you pregnant. Yes, part of me only wants to get off because it feels good, but another part of me thinks that’s just a bonus, and what I really want is to mark you and make your belly swell with my child. There’s something about this my conscience doesn’t like, though it isn’t sure what to do about it right now.

I don’t say all that out loud, of course, but I do hook my elbows under your knees and lift, then drive myself into you as deep as I can, my balls resting against you, and… Oh! The tip of my cock… Yeah, this is definitely as deep as I can go. I stop thrusting and begin to grind against you, just barely nudging that spot.

"Feel that?”

“Mmmmmmm,” is all you say.

“Feel me deep inside you?”

“Mmmmmm, yes,” you say as I keep grinding, “So… deep… I think… you’re touching my… cervix…”

“Yeah,” I say, “That’s good. That’s perfect.” I’m alternating grinds with the shortest of strokes now, always staying deep, trying to rub your clit with the base of my cock and keep my cockhead close to your womb’s entrance. Your moans shift higher and the pressure behind my cock grows.

My conscience finally figures out what it wants: “This is where… I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmmmmmm, yes.” Does that mean I’m home free?

My conscience can’t believe it and the part of me that wants to impregnate you suddenly agree I should say more, but I don’t want to ruin this, so I just keep alternating grinds and deep, short thrusts until we’re both approaching the point of no return.

Finally I give in and say more. “Gonna shoot my sperm inside you…”

“Yes,” you moan.

“Gonna fill you up…”

“Mmmmmm, shoot it,” you say.

“Gonna… gonna make you pregnant.” There. Full disclosure.

“Oh, god… Do it! Do it!”

You begin to spasm around my cock as I spurt warm, sperm-rich semen into your fertile, unprotected pussy. My cock and balls surge in unison, jetting ropes of seed against your cervix. You shudder and gasp as I shoot every potent drop of cum I have, coating your walls and pooling deep within you.

When we return to our senses, I’m still rock-hard and buried in your creamy pussy to the hilt.

“MIllions,” I say.

“It’s a good start,” you say.

We’re well-fed and fresh out of the shower on a Friday night after a long work week, warm and clean and content on our living room couch. We’re both wearing pajama pants, but I haven’t bothered with the shirt and you haven’t buttoned yours, which I suppose I should have realized meant something interesting might happen tonight.

We didn’t expect this when we chose it, but this evening’s movie has a very hot sex scene, and, at its climax, I feel your hand press lightly against my belly a moment and then slide slowly down until your fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my PJs. I turn my head slightly, surprised, wondering what kind of look might be on your face, and I find your eyes locked on the screen, lips slightly parted.

Your thumb and forefinger encircle the base of my cock and slide upward, dragging it up until we make a tent in the lightweight cloth and there’s room for all your fingers to close around my stiffening shaft. By the time the scene ends, your stroking grasp has made me rock-hard, and I push my pajama pants down around my ankles and spread my knees to give you better access. You seem content to slowly stroke my erection as the movie continues, keeping me stiff and distracted, and you don’t look away from the screen or say a word.

I’ve never been one to keep my hands to myself, and before long I’m eager to learn how wet your pussy is, so I slowly slip my hand underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You part your knees as my fingertips pass over your curls, and my middle finger begins to… Oh, my. I find your inner labia already parted, engorged, and slick, and my finger slips between them and is quickly coated in your juices. Your breath catches in your throat as I smear your sticky girl-cum up and around the hood of your clit.

I grab the remote and press the pause button and we continue to stroke each other toward bliss a few moments, listening to each other breathe but still not speaking. I notice my pre-cum has begun to flow and you’re using it to lube the head of my cock. Finally, I turn my face to you and say, softly: “Hey, you… Did you see something you liked?”

“Sort of,” you say, turning your face to mine. “I just… In the movies, they never fumble around with condoms… nobody talks about birth control… they never talk about what time of the month it is…”

“Shhhh,” I say, shifting down off the couch, onto my knees, and over between your knees to face you. I gently but firmly pull your pajama bottoms down over your hips and onto the floor. Then I lean over you and we kiss, open-mouthed, our tongues dancing. I brush aside your pajama top and caress your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. My balls feel full and heavy hanging beneath my rigid cock, which I imagine pointed almost exactly where I want it.

I break our kiss, slide my hands beneath your ass, lift up a little, and bring you toward me so you’re leaning back, just barely sitting on the edge. You ask “What are we…”

“Shhhh,” I say again, and you do. We lock eyes as I reach down and press my bare, oozing cockhead between your slick, warm pussy lips, right at your entrance.

“Are we…?” And this time I just let you trail off; you already know my answer, and anyway I intend to show rather than tell. Your sweet pussy is a couple inches higher now than the base of my cock, so, as I slowly enter you with short strokes, every one of them presses your g-spot. “Oh, God,” you say, “We are…” And then I’m in you, balls-deep, and I lean down again to kiss you, grinding against you, pressing both your g-spot and clit, already leaking pre-cum into your unprotected pussy.

I know a big part of why you got horny tonight is that you’re right in the middle of your cycle — in fact, you’re probably ovulating right now. I don’t quite know what to do with that information, but I do know I would love to shoot my cum in you and I do know you want this uncomplicated.

I rise up from our kiss and place my hands on your shoulders, lightly pressing you against the couch, and back my hips away from you, withdrawing my cock almost all the way. I feel your pussy clutching at me wetly, and your juices cool a moment on me before I slowly but firmly plunge back into you in one long stroke. “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan, “God, I love your cock…”

I withdraw and thrust back into you again, and soon enough we’re fucking hard, a few quick, urgent thrusts alternating with a few deliciously slow ones. I feel you pushing back against me, finding a few millimeters more depth each time. Almost as much as I love your sighs and moans, I love the wet noises my cock makes driving into your pussy again and again.

As I feel my climax build behind the base of my cock, a small voice in the back of my head asks whether you’ll put a stop to this before it’s too late. I decide to give you a chance, just in case. “Baby… Baby.. I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” is all you say, not enough to make me sure.

“Baby, I’m gonna… cum inside you…”

“Oh, God,” you say. Now you heard me. “Oh, God… Do it. You’re gonna make me cum… Do it. Cum in me…”

Your words push me past the point of no return, and I throw myself into you deeply as my cock and balls begin to spasm together. I feel spurt after strong spurt of my sperm-rich semen travel the length of my rigid shaft, and I know my seed must be spattering against your unguarded cervix. Millions of my strong swimmers fill your pussy as you begin to clench my still-pulsing cock in the throes of your own orgasm. It seems only right for me to hold you in my arms and consciously squeeze every remaining drop of my cum into you as your climax subsides.

When you regain the power of speech, you have a question for me. “Did we just… What did we just do?”

“Well, I believe the common name for it is ‘fucking’.”

“No, I mean did we… Did you just… You know how risky this is, right?”

I think about my still-hard cock buried inside you and soaking in our combined juices. It seems perfect, the reason for the rest of our lives. “I wanted to give you what you wanted. No. I needed to give you what you needed… Whatever. I love you.”

“Oh, honey, really? Because… God, I needed your cum in me. Feels so right…”

“Well, there’s a very good reason for that.”

“Yeah, and we may be meeting that reason in a few months.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Totally.”

I would be either a hopeless romantic or a creepy obsessive, depending on how you look at it, if I knew exactly where you were in your menstrual cycle at any given moment.

But I do have a vague sense of when your period starts and ends because you’re a lot less interested in sex. You once told me, “Trust me, you don’t want me right now.” I don’t? I ask if you think I’ll be disgusted, because I won’t. “No, it’s not that,” you sigh. “It’s just not the same when it’s obvious I’m not…” You trail off because we both know what you mean.

If someone were to ask me at other times where in your cycle you were, I might be able think back over the last few days or weeks and make a guess based on memory, though that’s hardly an exact measure. But you know what? Sometimes my body knows.

Sometimes when I pick you up for dinner and lean over to kiss you hello, just a quick peck, I come away with a hint of your scent, and by the time I’ve asked how your day went and turned back to the wheel, my cock is already stirring in my pants. “God, you smell good,” I say, and you know exactly what I mean.

“There’s a reason for that,” you say. But then we let the topic drop because we’re both ravenous in the literal sense and we’re both grown-ups and it can wait.

One evening, you called to let me know you’d arrived home safe from an overnight business trip, and I realized after just a few seconds of completely unsexy talk that my cock was rapidly stiffening, my balls felt full and heavy, and, amazingly, I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak from my cockhead and soak into my underwear. I interrupted you: “You’re right in the middle of your cycle, aren’t you?”

There was a lengthy pause and I wondered if I’d annoyed you. But instead you said “Let me get in the shower and wash the airport off. And I’ll be out by the time you get here.”

So yeah, my body knows even when my mind does not, but my favorite way my body tells me you’re close to ovulating isn’t an early warning and sure as hell isn’t subtle.

We lie in your bed, side-by-side, kissing and stroking each other, and yes, you were already drenched when my fingers first parted your swollen pussy lips, but my body has a strong message for us as well. “You’re leaking,” you say through a smile, and that is the understatement of the day, because I am oozing pre-cum freely and you are smearing it up and down my shaft, using it as lube.

“There’s a reason for that,” I say, knowing we won’t let it go this time.

“And what might that be?” you ask.

“I have a huge load for you,” I say. “I can feel it.” And I can.

“Really? And whatever will you do with it?”

As I roll over on top of you, you release your grip on my cock and spread your legs just enough that my cockhead leaves a trail of my pre-cum across your thigh. We kiss a few moments, our tongues tangled, and then I rock back on my knees, spreading your legs further, and I slip my knees under your thighs and and begin teasing your clit with my cockhead.

“I’m going to slide my cock all the way inside you…” I’m circling your entrance, smearing my pre-cum into your swollen folds, and I see your eyes widen. “Deep as I can…” I slide my cock into you in little strokes, each one forcing a little gasp from you, and slowly I stretch you open until my balls rest against you. “And then I’m going to… shoot all my cum… all over your cervix.”

I start to grind against you now, searching for the deepest angle, pressing against your clit, my cockhead meeting the slightest resistance, and I know I am as deep as I can go. Your breathing is ragged. “Oh, god,” you say, “you’re going to…”

“I’m going to what?” I ask as I begin a long, slow, upstroke, nearly withdrawing from you, and I feel your pussy clasp my cock as if trying to prevent my escape.

“You’re going to… make me pregnant.”

“Yes,” I say, slowly but firmly driving back into you all the way, then withdrawing a little faster and plunging back in a little faster still. You cross your legs behind my back, making it clear you want me exactly where I am, and I fuck you in a steady rhythm, less frantic than deliberate. I feel you squeeze my cock as if you need me to lose control even sooner than I will, but for now it seems I can last long enough to satisfy us both.

“Oh, honey,” you say in a husky voice, “I need it… I want it… I want your… cum inside me. Shoot it…”

Just a few little words from you and suddenly I feel the pressure behind the base of my cock building quickly. “Gonna shoot it… all in you…” And now my thrusts do verge on frantic. It won’t be long now.

“Cum in me,” you say, “Make me cum… Make me pregnant…” And that’s all I can take.

My cock swells and stiffens impossibly as I throw myself deep inside you. The first spasm seizes my balls and and I feel sperm-rich semen surge the length of my cock and spurt into your fertile pussy. And this is my favorite way to know you’re ovulating: Not six, not eight, not ten, but at least a dozen strong jets of my cum paint the back of your pussy, filling you to overflowing. I don’t cum this much for myself and I don’t cum this much for you — unless it’s this time of the month.

And I know I could not have done my job better as I return to earth and realize your sweet pussy convulses with your own orgasm around my still rock-hard cock, and I imagine your cervix bathed in my warm seed, and I smile, proud and content that you wanted exactly this – and just as much as I did.

Lena was a college dropout without much education, but she looved working with people, especially men, and it was always her dream to work as a masseuse, so she went to a job interview.

The Boss checked her out and immediatly knew she was young, naive, very desperate for a job and somewhat stupid in a charming, girly way…

Boss:
So before you can work here, i have to tell you some very important things you have to avoid with our clients.

Lena:
like what?

Boss:
Well, you are a beautiful young girl and our men are usually a bit horny and somewhat dominant, so they might try to hit on you, don´t let them hit on you!

Lena:
ok i got it *giggles*

Boss:
if they still hit on you and possibly thouch your ass or try to pull down your skirt, you should tell them to stop and maybe even call me, in case i am not working in a session myself ok?

Lena:
shure, i guess i will just call you, since i don´t think i am strong enough to stop
them from pulling down my skirt myself!

Boss:
Are you wearing panties?

Lena:
yes, why?

Boss:
ok, this is just for demontration purposes *pulls down her panties and her top* See what happens! now, the client can see your tits AND your pussy, how do you think this apprearance will impact our clients?

Lena:
oh ok, i see, they might get wrong ideas about the massage wont they?

Boss:
yes girl! so remember this: if clients try to strip you naked you should try to avoid that. but in case some client is stronger than you and he manages to strip you naked you can always ask him to stop ok?

Lena:
ok i got it boss!

Boss:
What you also should avoid is lying on your back, once you got stripped naked

Lena:
lying on my back? why would i lie on my back, i don´t understand, why is that?

Boss:
well ok, i can explain! lie down on the massage table with your back now!

lena did as he commanded.

Boss:
Ok see, once you are in that position it is relatively easy for the client to climb on you!

Lena:
Uhm ok! i get that, that makes sense to me, so how can i stop him once he is on top of me, can i scream for help?

Boss:
Yes you can do that, or if i am in a session myself and i can´t help you should avoid certain behaviours to encourage him to keep on thrusting inside you.

Lena:
Like what? wait i know: i should keep my legs shut right boss?

Boss:
yes you might try that! but most clients will easily be able to spread them anyways, since you are too weak as a girl, see… *demonstrates by spreading her legs and climbing her*. One mistake many girls do is to try to push away his shoulders , since it might come of as encouragement, like now that i am in you, try to push away my shoulders…

Lena: like this?

Boss:
Yes, see how this is not working to stop me?

Lena:
yes i see, you are not stopping at all. ok what else?

Boss:
Ok, you should also never moove your hips towards his dick, since it will make it easier for him to thrust very deep in you, like try it…

Lena:
like this? Owww! It hurts a bit now that you thurst fully in me. ok i got it, no hip moovement! I might write all of this down later it is a lot of stuff to remember..

Boss:
Another thing you should avoid is pushing up your hips! this is a mistake many girls do, try it!

Lena:
pushing up my hips, you mean like this?

Boss:
yes exactly! See how deep i can invade you now? Also in case you don´t do it already, you should start taking the pill, this way you will be protected against an unwanted pregnancy in case a customer might come inside you, before you can stop him…

Lena:
the pill hm … ok i got it, i will get a prescription next month!

Boss:
Next month yes! Good! Very good! So ok. Since you are not on the pill right now there is maybe the most important thing to know if everything went bad for. You have to always and i mean ALWAYS beg the client to use protection, like putting on a condom, this way his orgasm might be delayed and you win time. important time so i might come to help you with the aggressive client.

Lena:
oh ok, Beg him to wear a … a condom …sorry, this is all so much information,i´m not shure if i can remember everything correctly. ok don´t get stripped naked, take the pill, beg them to use a condom…uhmm alright, but is all of this really necessarry boss?

Boss:
I mean see how fast i get aroused by only thursting in you like 6 or 7 times now, and i am almost ready to nut inside you, this is quite comon with young girl like you, since the pussy is still extremely tight, so within like 1 minute of fucking… this is not looking good for you! you should always avoid getting a creampie by our clients.

Lena:
what… what is a creampie? i think i heard of it, is it some massage technique with cream?

Boss:
Omg, you are really stupid aren´t you! Ok Wait a second, i´ll show you! *unloads a huge dump of cum in her protected pussy* …OMG Fuck…

Lena:
that feels so warm boss *giggles*

Boss:
yes! it is my warm potent sperm, it might feel good at first, but on the downside you might get knocked up and i will have to fire you from the job, well…just put your fingers inside you pussy to see what i mean!

Lena:
oh! you are right, that is a lot of cum in my pussy! I… i think i learnt everything i need to know for the job now. so when can i start?

Boss:
well you can start next month, bring in your application and, since you made me cum inside you, i also need a negative pregnancy-test in a about 1 month, then you are hired, otherwise i can´t employ you obviously. Now put on your skirt and your top and leave, i have 2 more girls, the next applicant waiting in the room next door already. Don´t tell her what happened here! You don´t want her to have an anfair advantage do you?

Lena:
Oh shure i don´t want that, i want the job for myself! I won´t tell her what happened i promise! Ok boss, thank you for the lessons! I try to remember it all.

————-

She applied for the job 1 month later with the best of hopes and alhtou her application was excellent she wasn´t hired since her pregnancy-test wasn´t negative at all…

Eve had always been a shy, introverted girl. With her blonde hair and big boobs she always felt ashamed when the boys in her class made comments about her figure so she started wearing big sweaters to hide, so from now on only her beautiful face could tell you that she was a hotty. In school she was well manered and obidient, always afraid that people wouldn´t like her if she didn´t do what they wanted from her, this was especially true for older man.

At the age of 17 her grades got increasingly worse, since she coulnd´t follow the subject matters -especially math- anymore, So she decided it would be a good idea to just earn some money to buy cloth and get herself some job-interviews, for different things like hairdresser, cleaning-lady or babysitting.

When she got the call back for the job as a babysitter from Mr&Ms. Tomson, she wondered why she had to give so much information about herself, instead of her CV and the school-certificate. Instead she had to give information about her weight, her hair colour, if she was on the pill and her ovulation cycle. (Ms. Tomson didn´t knew her husband asked these additional questions at the job-application)

Eve was happy that someone was actually interessted in her, rather than in her bad grades and she was actually glad that Mr. Tomson was asking these easy questions, so she answered quite detailed, how she was about 120lbs, but not the skinny type, more busty and that she would like to earn some money now that she turned 17 and she thought the pill is a silly waste of money and she got no boyfriend anyways right now, and how her period always annoys her, how it was 6 days ago and this and that ….and all of that in her naive way and her squeeky voice on the phone. 

Mr. Tomson seemed to be very happy with this new candidate and she felt very lucky when she finally got invited by Mr. Tomson for her first job on the day exactly two weeks after her period stopped. 

She wore the skirt she was asked to wear for the interview and Mr. Tomson didnt loose any time when she rang the bell at his house at the end of the street on a monday evening.

“My wife is not at home, come in, take off your shoes and come with me Eve and get yourself comfortable on the couch!” he said.”you can also lay down if you like…”

“ok Shure” she laughed  “I´m not sure about the laying down thou”  

“ if you don´t want to work here you can also leave!” he said in a stern voice.

“i … i´m sorry, i just think , well , i´m not shure about laying down on the couch”

“Let me be honest with you Eve!” Mr. Tomson replied. “At a job interview you should always do as you are asked to do, otherwise there will be no jobs for you young lady, and your big titties won´t help you in the job-market if you don´t develop some manners!”

She immediatly became insecure and didn´t wanted to make a bad impression on her future employer, so she layed down on the couch as she was told.

“See that´s better, you don´t want to be unemployed do you?” asked mr. tomson.

Eve shook her head as she pulled down her short little skirt.

“no need for pulling down” he said as he started to remooved her short skirt. “you need to learn a lot” he told her while he was happy to see, she was too confused to stop him and also seemed to have followed his demand on the phone not to wear any panties around his house.

But , but Mr. Tomson … Eve asked “are you shure this is necesssary for me getting the job?, i mean i thought i mean to babys…”

“Eve! Do you want this job or not?” he asked her in a harsh voice, pulling out his already errected dick.

Uhm i … well i  … well yes i want it Mr. Tomson. I´m sorry, i did´nt mean to be rude or anything. I´m just a bit nervous i guess.

“This is the last warning Eve!” Mr. Tomson said, rubbing his bare dick against her unprotected vagina seeing her eyes widen in panic. 

“I don´t like girls that act like that around the house!”, putting in the tip and giving her a very strict look. I think that´s not the propper way to behave for a girl at all. You will not get a job like that and you will have to go back to school. I looked at your grades btw. and it doesn´t look very good for you. I would really want to give you the job as a babysitter, but if don´t start beeing more nice, you can get your things and….

“No, no! it´s nothing” eve mumbled, since she knew this job would be a really good opportunity for her right now.

“Fine! I let this one slip” he said, starting to thrust his dick into her vulnerable pussy, while pushing up her top to get a better look at eves well developed huge boobs. “damn! comon, open up a bit” he said as he spat on his cock. We already talked about this.”

Eve opened her legs wide and let him enter her reluctantly, especially because she wasn´t shure about the fact that she couldn´t see a condom on his dick…

“Now!” he demanded, “tell me about your boyfriend again…”

“Mr. Tomson as i told you on the phone before i don´t have a boyfriend, actually i never had… had a men before remember? I told you this when you asked me why i don´t use birth controll pills and that´s also why i would like you to put on a con…” 

He interrupted her again ”Do you think you could still work as a babysitter if you get pregnant? I mean if i made you a hot little blonde teenager with a big round belly tonight, do you think anyone would employ you?”

What? Why would i , i mean … No i think that would not be a good idea, Mr. Tomson!” Eve stuttered as he appearantly started to enjoy fucking her more and more with every thrust he gave her.

“So you said on our job-application on the phone that you had your last period like what…12 days ago and you are on peak.ovulation right now? Well, I wouldn´t employ a lier, so i assume you told the truth, Eve!” 

“Yes of course Mr. Tomson. I didn´t lie to you!” Eve whispered as Mr. Tomson started to massage her huge tits while he thrusted into her incredibly tight and completly unprotected teen-pussy,

Gooood little girl” he grinned as he pleasurably pushed his dick a little deeper into Eve. 

“So since you are that honest to me, i also want to be completely honest to you, okay? I want us to respect each other, good?”

“Shure i also want us to be honest Mr.Tomson” she said..

“So let me tell you Eve, you are a very hot little girl, with your blonde hair and your amazing titties and i honestly would love to shoot a huge load of sperm deep inside your unprotected pussy to knock you up, even thou i know you have other plans for your life. So! Tell me where you want me to cum! Since i´m honestly really close. Make your honest decision, what is it, my pleasure or your future and remember to be honest Eve, don´t lie to me.

“No Mr. Tomson, i won´t lie to you.”

So tell me!! *Grunting* Tell me, i´m about to shoot!

Sorry Mr. Tomson, but i honestly don´t want you to cum inside me. I don´t want you to make a big creamy mess inside my fertile pussy, i´m actually really afraid of getting knocked up by for seed, because i´m not on the pill and you don´t wear a condom…

With these words Mr. Tomson could not hold back his massive load anymore and he exploded deep into Eve´s tight teenage pussy, flooding her fertile little womb and knocking her up with thick spurts of semen until his balls were pumped completely empty. Then he pulled out with a plop and left the shocked girl on the thouch to get a shower himself. “Thanks for beeing honest to me Eve, i honestly enjoyed unloading my cum into you, gotta get a shower now…”

Exhausted she laid there for a while, after he left, then she got dressed and went back home to think about what just happened. The next morning she woke up, it finally dawned on her that her pregancy was going to ruin her life, when she still saw thick streams of Mr. Tomsons cum runing out of her tight teenage-pussy.

Bovine 2099

Summer 2099, Bella was pacing around anxiously at home. Thousands of students just like her were doing the same, as they refreshed the screen of their holophones over and over awaiting results from the exams which they had recently completed. Any minute now they would receive not only their scores, but also the analysis from CAPA – the Career Aptitude Placement Algorithm. This was the latest version of a very sophisticated machine learning algorithm trained on nearly a century of employment data to determine the role for which an applicant was most suited. Each student would receive a percentile score for a range of subjects indicating that they were a better fit for that type of work than that percentage of the population. This had been standard practice for decades and the accuracy of the algorithm was really quite astounding.

Bella was confident in her test results, she knew she had aced the physics and mathematics portions and was sure she would be a shoe in for a scientific research role. Well paid, respected and engaging work which would challenge her mind and allow her to continue her studies with a full ride to a specialized STEM university.

Then she saw it. It just popped up and with a wave of her finger it was open. The results left her speechless. Her 2nd and 3rd best matches were not a big surprise;

‘#3 most suitable match: Financial Analyst, 96th percentile.’

‘#2 most suitable match: Scientific Researcher, 98th percentile.’

Ordinarily a 98th percentile score would have easily topped the sheet, but the top spot was an even better match.

‘#1 most suitable match: Milk Production/Cattle, 99.9th percentile. [Auto-Enrollment Threshold met]’

What the hell? Bella was familiar with the concept; in the modern day it was considered barbaric to consume milk from an animal. However, the consumption of milk had not decreased, it simply shifted sources. Almonds, coconuts and other non-dairy substitutes were still popular, but one of the best selling products was human breast milk. Typically it was a role associated with the mentally slow, ditzes and other stupid girls who flunked their exams might find that, because their aptitude for any serious career was so low, Cattle ended up at the top.

But Bella wasn’t some brainless bimbo who had screwed herself into a life of pumping out milk like some cow! She was clever and driven. This didn’t make sense. The Auto-Enrollment clause had been triggered too. Due to her incredibly high percentile, the analysis had disregarded her 2nd and 3rd choices and automatically placed her into the role of Cattle. This rarely happened, but she knew it would be practically impossible to reverse. She broke down in tears as she realized that her world had been turned upon its head.

Later that same day, she received her first update pack. This would contain advice and first steps for her future life. Of course, instead of the textbook files and university pamphlets she had been expecting before this whole mess, what she got was an extremely demeaning and degrading video which walked her through the concept of Milk production as if she were a total moron. Complete with diagrams and lengthy explanations of basic biology and concepts like suction. Images were shown of some of the ‘Cattle’ girls at work and Bella was gobsmacked. They looked so utterly pathetic. Dopey grazing animals with little semblance of human intellect. Their bodies were swollen, especially their breasts which looked like they would make standing impossible with just their weight. The constant flow of white liquid pumped out of them and complete lack of any clothing didn’t help. Would she really end up like that?

Though she did learn some things from the video. Apparently it would take around one year for her to go through the preparatory process before she would be carted off to one of these farms. One year was plenty of time to challenge this decision and make a case for herself. She immediately set about raising a formal complaint with the board that oversaw the placement algorithm. A machine could always make stupid mistakes, but surely once her case was looked over by a human they would see what a waste it was to turn a promising young mind like her into some perverse piece of livestock!

It would be several weeks before anyone got back to her about her case. In the meantime, she received a rather disconcerting package in the mail. It was very heavy, and contained around 20kg of ‘feed’. This was something like what the Cattle on the farms would eat, the info pack which came with the package explained. It was similar to rolled oats, though it was apparently designed to increase fat build up and promote lactation. She could eat it as is, but it was best mixed with milk to form a sort of porridge.

Fuck that! Bella couldn’t even touch the stuff, and she certainly wouldn’t bring herself to drink milk at this point. The very idea started to disgust her, given her supposed fate. She stashed the package in a cupboard under the stairs and decided not to change her regular diet. She would soon have this case cleared up anyway, no point putting that messed up cocktail they called ‘feed’ into her body.

The next insult came around the same time she was finally progressing with her appeal case. She had been assigned a case assistant to help with her appeal and had scheduled to meet with him just after lunch that Monday. However, she received an unwanted appointment from her career service around the same time. It was an all-day session at the nearest medical and bovine processing facility. She wasn’t exactly sure what they would be doing to her there, but she decided that she was not re-scheduling her other appointment. She simply wouldn’t go to this facility. She wouldn’t have them examine her like a piece of meat. Wouldn’t have them do anything that would make her feel more insulted than they already had.

Then the appointment with her case assistant came and she didn’t exactly hear what she wanted.

The assistant was a middle-aged man with stubble and glasses and generally had a tired look, as if he had been through all of this far too many times to count.

“So, have you looked over my case? How soon can I get my career switched over?” she inquired eagerly before he could even sit down.

“I have looked over your case, and firstly lets get your expectations in check here. 99.9th percentile doesn’t come up often. Physically, you are basically a perfect fit for this position. Your compatibility with the technology that remolds the human body for milk production is perfect. Since this is the main component and no intellectual requirements exist, its basically the only qualifier. Compared to that, 98th percentile isn’t so impressive. We will need to make a strong case here.”

“Are you serious? But surely I can do more as a researcher than a brainless animal who lives to produce milk…” Bella argued.

“Well, the board won’t necessarily see it that way. Milk is a staple food, so its production is critical to the functioning of society. There have been recent slumps in production and enrollment of women into the program as education standards improve, so they are quite intent on ensuring that as many suitable applicants get enrolled.”

“Oh god. Please, I just want this nightmare to end as soon as possible. Even if its not guaranteed, can I plead my case with the board at least? If I’m going to be condemned to this, better to find out sooner rather than later.”

“Again, that’s not so easy. The board has a lot of cases on their hands. Typically it can take upwards of 6 months to get your case heard by the board, and its not unheard of for it to take a year or more.”

“What! You’ve got to be kidding! But I will be…I’ll be…livestock by then.” she sobbed.

“Technically you are already considered livestock.” he corrected her.

“Well…is there anything I can do? Anything to increase my chances and get my case seen sooner? Please, anything at all?” she begged.

“Yes. In fact I did want to talk to you about this. I understand that you had a conflicting appointment with the career service today?” he asked sternly.

“Um, yes…but I thought this was more important.” she reasoned.

“You absolutely must take these things seriously and not miss such appointments.” he raised his voice slightly. “The one thing that will harm your case the most is if you are seen by the board to be actively subverting your prescribed career. Yes, you are making an appeal. But you must continue to follow career service guidelines and processes to the letter until the verdict is reached. Just missing this one appointment will have seriously lowered your chances and set your case back.”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. I…I don’t want to but, if it helps my appeal I suppose I will. I will follow the guidance.” she promised.

“That’s good to hear, but we are already underwater here. It will be hard to convince the board that you have actually been following all of the guidance. Just attending appointments isn’t really enough at this point.” he sighed.

“Uh…what can I do then?” she trembled.

“From now on, I want you to document and record everything you do for the career service. It can be on your holophone or some other device, but you must do so and send me the files so that I have a record which I can share with the board as evidence that you are following their process obediently.”

Bella’s heart sank. If she had to record everything, there was no way she could get away with skipping even the smallest steps. She supposed that was the point. At least it would help her build a strong case that she was a productive and cooperative member of society who was willing to do what was asked of her. Surely then they would see what a valuable and dedicated asset she could be for the scientific community.

“Okay. I will do it.”

“You should reschedule the appointment at the bovine facility for as soon as possible. And make sure you are following any other instructions.” he reminded her.

The rest of the meeting was fairly unproductive. Once the man had left, Bella did as she was advised. The appointment at the facility was scheduled for the next day. She was dreading it, but she had more to worry about.

The feed. It was still sitting below her stairs unopened. This was another instruction that she had blatantly disregarded. So, determined to set herself and her case on the right track, she pulled out a 2kg bag of feed and tore open the top. Honestly, it was hard to tell the difference between it and regular oats. She read the bag and began to understand just how screwed she was. Included in the box was a large scoop, the size of a typical mug. The bag instructed, in very clear terms which even a moron could understand, that she was to eat 3 meals of 3 scoops per day. This was much more than she was used to eating, but she carefully scooped it out and set her holophone to record as she got ready to eat. She gave a brief introduction for the recording.

“This is Bella…okay probably don’t need to say that. Erm…date is August 16th and I am about to eat lunch…feed…whatever you call it. Bon Appetit I guess…” and with that she began to spoon the stuff down.

It wasn’t unpleasant by any means. Quite bland and dry without milk, but she worked her way through it until she was left feeling full and lethargic. She groaned, turned off the recording and collapsed onto the couch for a nap.

Of course, after she awoke from her nap she realized that several hours had passed and since she started at lunch, she still had two meals to eat. She decided that she had recovered enough to eat her second meal, though since she had called her first one lunch she would be best off calling this ‘breakfast’. She made a mental not to simply switch to numbers in future to avoid this mistake again.

By the evening she was still reeling from ‘breakfast’ but struggled to consume another meal. The recording ended up being an hour long but she managed it. Though she would have to do it all again, every day. There would be no room for her usual favorite food anymore. Just this requirement was keeping her full practically all the time and left her drained. Perhaps that was an intentional effect. Don’t need your livestock to be full of energy, better to have them slow and stupid. She gulped at that thought as she drifted to sleep.

The next day was her appointment at the facility. Even though it was miles away, in the modern day public transport was fast, simple and free and she quickly made her way there in the morning. Once inside, she was greeted by several men in white lab-coats. She wasn’t sure if they were doctors but they led her to a room where she was asked to strip naked. Bella was embarrassed but she knew that disobedience here could reflect poorly on her case. She slowly wiggled out of her clothes until she was covering her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other, shifting awkwardly from one leg to the other and she blushed.

This didn’t last long, as she was told quite firmly to raise her arms to her side and stand with her legs parted and facing forward. She swallowed, nervous, but slowly complied. She stood there, shaking and cheeks burning as one ‘Doctor’ felt her body up and down. He took her measurements, of course, but also seems to massage her breasts and make various comments of a sexual nature which didn’t seem appropriate. Yet, Bella didn’t dare question him openly. She couldn’t let him report that she was somehow being disobedient.

Still naked, she watched him take out a clipboard and begin to ask her questions. He confirmed her age and basic details, but the questions soon devolved.

“Are you now, or have you been pregnant?”

“No.”

He checked a box.

“How many sexual partners have you had?”

Bella turned away for a moment and hesitated, before squeaking out an answer. “None.”

The man again scrawled something down, not looking up or reacting in any way.

“How often do you masturbate?”

Bella was visibly shocked. She stammered a bit, flustered.

“Answer the question please.” he prompted her, still as cold and emotionless as ever.

“Ah…well..maybe once a week.” she finally responded.

With that humiliating interrogation done, she was corralled into a different room. Walking through the facility still nude as she left her clothes behind, unsure if they would even give them back at this point. In the new room was what looked like a massage chair, a large flat space with an indentation for her head to rest comfortably as she laid down. This was a little different though, because where the torso was there was some kind of strange padding with a distinct pair of dips in it.

“Lay down here, on your stomach. Make sure your breasts rest in the indents.”

Bella knew it. She complied, feeling her breasts sink in to the foam like material where the indentations were. She was feeling a little less self conscious with her breasts and pussy no longer on display. Yet, at the same time she was nervous. What exactly was this?

In a few seconds she got her answer as a sudden humming filled her chest with vibrations. It was quite intense, as she felt a strong sensation of pleasure penetrating deep into her chest. She moaned slightly as she was caught of guard by it.

“You will have your breasts conditioned for 4 hours, as this is your first session. There will be breaks at predetermined times for feeding and water. Masturbation is permitted.” he declared.

Bella was confused and humiliated. She had to stay here for 4 hours? Her only stops would be for eating more of that feed? But it was those last words that stunned her most. Masturbation was permitted? What the fuck? Did he actually expect her to touch herself right here, with him watching? Even if the peculiar massage was oddly pleasurable and the tingling in her chest made the idea seem tempting, she would never do something like that! This disgusting pervert.

But he said it so calmly. So matter-of-factly. The other women who went through this process…did some of them actually do that? Was she lying on some machine that these future cattle were rubbing their slick slits on as they moaned and squirmed and came like bitches in heat? Graphic images rushed into her mind and she choked up a bit. Disgusting. Yet she couldn’t do anything about it. She just had to lay here for 4 hours whilst her breasts were ‘conditioned’.

Eventually she worked up the courage to ask what this ‘conditioning’ was exactly.

“We are conditioning the tissue in your breasts to ensure optimal remodeling. Once complete you will receive an injection in each breast of the remodeling agent. This is a slow process and we will be doing this on a regular basis until you are ready to become a permanent resident of the facility.” he explained.

“So I will have to come back here again?” she asked in horror.

“Yes, these appointments will happen twice a month until you are ready.”

“And what the hell is this remodeling agent?”

“Its designed to promote the growth of breast tissue, encourage lactation and to enlarge the ducts through which the lactate will flow. As a side effect you may also notice increased sensitivity.” he commented, as if this whole situation was perfectly normal.

Bella was shaking, and not just from the machine. She would really have to go through this again? Plus her breasts would swell. Lactation? Increased sensitivity? She didn’t want any of this, but there was no choice but to obey for the time being. Her case would progress eventually. Hopefully she wouldn’t go through too much of this.

Feeding was awkward. They had mixed the feed with milk, likely human and Bella wanted to reject it. However she decided that it was smartest to simply comply and eat it without putting up any struggle. When the massaging was finally over, she was mortified to discover a small, damp patch where her crotch had been as she got up. Yes, it was pleasurable, but she couldn’t believe she had actually gotten wet because of it. The ‘Doctor’ glanced at it but didn’t make any comment as he pulled out a small syringe of purple liquid and promptly pressed the point to her still tender nipple.

“Ouch!” she yelped as it pierced her. She watched in horror as the purple liquid emptied out of the syringe and into her vulnerable breast. The same thing happened to her other nipple before she felt the Doctor give her breasts a final groping.

“Is this necessary?” she said, his hands still squeezing her chest as if she was an object.

“Yes, we need to ensure the dissemination of the remodeling agent.” he said. “Masturbation is permitted.” he added, as Bella simply gasped and turned away.

Eventually her aching breasts were released and she was led to a final room where her clothes were returned and she had a brief chat with the doctor about her next appointment and general progress.

At some point, the topic of diet came up.

“Have you been eating your feed as instructed?” he asked.

Bella’s heart raced as she lied “Yes, three meals a day.” Of course she had only done this since yesterday, even though she received the package weeks ago at this point.

“Hmm, odd. I would expect faster growth. I will make a note to increase your feed in future then.”

Bella tried to hide her disbelief. It was hard enough to get through what she already had. She certainly didn’t need more!

She was sent home, chest still tingling and crotch just a little damp as she tried to feel relief. Her session was over. The humiliation was done…for now. She would need to return before the month was done for a second appointment. But at least for now all she had to worry about was eating the ridiculous feed.

The next couple of weeks were manageable for Bella. Even though it felt like her life was slowly and steadily combusting before her eyes, she was managing. She did mental exercises and read physics papers in between her meals to keep her mind active. Annoyingly she was feeling sluggish more and more. This kept her from doing quite as much as she wanted but it was hardly the most concerning side effect.

As she had been on the feed diet for a few days she started to notice that she was very calm after each meal. Docile even. She lost focus and motivation and tended to simply laze around or take a nap. Though, there was something else that was hard to ignore. A sort of…tingling or buzz that accompanied it. It turned into a distinct heat as she kept on her diet. Until she knew for certain that the meals were also making her horny.

This, combined with the sensitivity in her chest which hadn’t gone away since her first treatment, meant that she found herself struggling to keep her hands away from her chest. She would often lazily fondle her chest, kneading and groping herself as she groaned and writhed. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the behaviour of a scientific mind. Yet, in those muddled moments where her head was fuzzy and her worries suppressed it seemed so easy to do.

This continued until her next appointment at the facility. It was much the same, though the massage was 6 hours instead of 4 and the wet spot left at the end was much clearer. Though, in the closing interview they dropped a bombshell on Bella.

“What do you mean I must get pregnant?” she cried aloud as she struggled to believe what she was hearing.

“Impregnation is key to ensuring lactation. You need to complete the pregnancy before your planned entrance into the facility, which gives you at most two months for the insemination.”

“I-insemination! What the hell?”

“We can inseminate you here at the facility, though most subjects prefer to do it themselves.”

There was no way in hell she was getting ‘inseminated’ here at the facility. And yet, she had to do so somehow, or at the very least be seen to be trying. Otherwise her case would suffer.

There was someone she thought of that could help. Her high-school crush, Simon. They never dated, Bella had always been too focused on her studies, but she always thought he was attractive. He had given her a few glances too but she never really responded. It would be awkward now but if her choice was a high school hunk or whatever they would do at this creepy facility then it was a pretty easy one to make.

She messaged Simon and met up with him for a coffee a few days later. She was never a very forward person, and lets be honest this wasn’t exactly like a first date here. Its not like she could do him once and get it over with either, she would need him to have sex with her often to make it seems like she was genuinely trying to get pregnant. Would he even agree to it?

The coffee shop date was a mess. They made small talk for a while until the conversation dried up. Bella realized she couldn’t possibly say what she wanted straight to his face. Every time she thought of broaching the subject her throat became dry and she turned beet red. So she excused herself, went to the bathroom for a long time, and returned looking like she had seen a ghost.

“Something wrong?” Simon asked, concerned.

“Uh, well…check your holophone.” she said.

She couldn’t look him in the eye as he pulled out his holophone and began to read the message she had just sent from the bathroom.

“I want you to have raw sex with me on a daily basis!” he spat out his coffee and said the line aloud.

“Not so loud!” she snapped, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed.

“Is this…is this for real? Is it a prank?” he asked, incredulous.

“No its real. Its…well its complicated. I just didn’t know how to say it, so I sent the text.”

“I don’t believe you.” he blurted out. “This is some weird joke.”

“Its completely real, I promise. Please, you are the only one I can ask to do this…”

“Prove it.” he demanded.

“Huh? How?” she was confused.

“Suck my cock right here. Under the tablecloth. Then I’ll believe you.”

It was an outrageous demand. Someone would surely notice. Plus, its not like sucking his cock would actually have any chance of impregnating her so it didn’t even count towards helping her case, excepting the fact that it might convince Simon.

“F-fine.” Bella blushed and she discretely slid under the tablecloth and knelt at his crotch.

Simon could hardly believe it as he felt her digits fiddling with his zipper. It didn’t take long for her to extract his cock which was rapidly swelling as the situation gave him a throbbing hard-on. Below the table, Bella was fumbling anxiously with the hot shaft. It was dark and she had never done this before, so the size and smell surprised her quite a bit. It was undeniably arousing, but she also felt very apprehensive. It was so big, she wasn’t sure how much she could swallow. Nonetheless, she parted her lips and delicately pressed them to the twitching tip as she slid her throat over the veiny cock gradually. It was salty and she felt its warmth flooding her mouth, and she squirmed on the spot as humiliation and arousal formed a cocktail which numbed her mind and helped her ease herself further forward.

Simon rested his hand on her head and slowly guided her as she began a tentative motion of bobbing up and down. She could barely get her head halfway down his shaft but he still seemed to be enjoying himself, as she felt him throbbing and thrusting slightly forward with each stroke. As his hand gripped her hair and controlled her head, she couldn’t help but feel this was less of her giving a blowjob and more him using her throat to masturbate. But it was easier that way. Besides, she was enjoying herself. The rush of being in public, under the table, moments away from being caught was strangely intoxicating. It made her even more horny and eager as she coughed and spluttered on his cock. She was starting to gag and drool continuously, but Simon wasn’t quite done.

He kept her there for a while, the taste, scent and warmth of his cock flooding her senses until she stopped hearing the soft chatter of other diners and the occasional patter of footsteps as people passed by, unaware of the lewd display beneath the table. Eventually she felt his thrusting stop and a sudden burst of warmth trickled down her throat. The salty taste was stronger and the thick substance clung to the sides of her throat just a little as she struggled to swallow it all down. She had to swallow, not only because he was holding her head down here, but because she couldn’t be seen emerging from below the table covered in cum. ‘I dropped my fork’ wouldn’t work as an excuse if she was painted white with strands of cum like a scene from a porno. So she did her best and thankfully managed to swallow every last drop before she finally could free her throat from his still twitching cock.

“So…” she said as she climbed back up from under the table, blushing and wiping her mouth, “do you believe me now?”

“Uh, yeah.” he said, his expression one of amazement and blatant satisfaction.

“Can we…start today?” Bella asked shyly.

“Uh…give me like an hour to recover.” he responded.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean here!” she responded, “Lets head home, get something to eat and then…uh, well you get it.”

And with that their bargain was struck. From that day onwards Simon came over every day. Bella would schedule her meals so that she had just finished eating by the time he arrived. If she was going to be soft, weak and horny it might as well be when she was being bred. Of course, Simon noticed immediately that she was wet and eager.

The first time he came back, she was shy. She waited for him to make the moves, to unbuckle her trousers and pull them down as she laid back and enjoyed his attention. Then she had a startling realization and debated with herself for a moment as she struggled to convince herself. Finally she knew that she needed to do it and she interrupted Simon.

“W-wait…I need to…record this.” she blurted out, deep red as she knew she needed to document this. It was ridiculous, but she had to be able to prove she had been actively breeding or her case was as good as closed.

“For real?”

“Yeah.”

“You kinky little bitch, I’m on board”. He responded, excited.

She tried to argue as she finished setting up the holophone recording, but she didn’t have long to speak before she was interrupted herself. This interruption, though, was from Simon’s cock forcing its way inside her trembling pussy. He took her virginity with a quick thrust, and she could only squeal and thrash as she felt it. At first it was painful, but the arousal and the lubrication quickly transformed the pain into pleasure. She heard herself moaning and begging. More. Harder. She sounded like such an eager little slut. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her as he pounded her. Every thrust was like a shockwave, sending erotic heat pulsing through her whole body. Was this what sex was like? How could she have never tried it? Though perhaps the side-effects of the feed were making her enjoy it a bit more now than she would have otherwise.

When she felt like he was about to cum she clung on tight with her legs. “Please….inside…I need it…inside me.” she begged.

She didn’t care about the holophone recording anymore, her head was swimming and she knew she had to have his cum inside her. For her case. For…her case…she kept telling herself those words as she felt the hot spurt of cum coating her insides. All thoughts faded into pleasure as she writhed and grunted around his hard cock like a pathetic animal. Maybe that was exactly what she would soon become.

This became routine. Eating and fucking and eating and fucking. She felt her body changing. She was gaining weight, that was for sure. Though not in the normal way. No, for Bella, most of the weight she gained went to her chest. Her breasts grew several sizes in a matter of weeks, and its not like she started out with a flat chest either. Much of the rest went to her butt and her waist in general. She wasn’t sure if she should be pleased that she was plumping out in such a way that only served to enhance her natural curves. It wasn’t exactly befitting for her desired career as a scientist. She felt more and more like some twisted sex doll. With over-inflated tits and an ass that begged to be squeezed and slapped. Simon, at least, didn’t seem to mind her changes. He made ample use of her new curves, as handles and playtoys whilst he pumped her full of his cum day after day.

The other side effects continued also. She had kept receiving packages of feed, and the amounts and portions steadily increased each time. Just when she got used to eating the recommended amount of feed, she would find herself having to up her intake. This accelerated all of the effects, it seemed. The period of arousal and difficulty focusing grew longer and longer after each meal. Near the start she would be able to study or at least read something within an hour of eating, but within two months she was practically a sex-obsessed zombie for around 3 hours after each meal. That really didn’t leave her much time to pretend she was living a normal life and preparing for future studies. Though it did give her much more time to fuck Simon, who took it as a challenge to improve his sexual stamina. Even still, she often found herself masturbating with a pussy full of fresh cum as she awaited the next round.

Her breast massage treatments also got longer. 8 hours, then 10. By the end of the two month period she was getting a twelve hour session. Which was really more like two 6 hour sessions with injections after each to help speed along her breast development. They were really growing now, with the facility giving her a new set of bras each time she visited, as her old ones became unwearable in no time at all. The extra weight on her chest only made it harder to exercise, to the point that her only workout was the constant raw sex she was having with Simon.

It was during the last treatment of that second month that she did something that she previously thought impossible. As she was lying on the machine, her over-sized breasts now incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch, being massaged with an intense amount of force, she felt that familiar urge. She had felt it every single time, but these last few times it was more dire. She was used to having sex after every meal now, so it was worst right after the feeding break. She was so horny at that point, but Simon couldn’t accompany her to the session. Still, her slit leaked profusely as she sweated and moaned like a whore. She barely noticed the Doctor watching her, though his words did slip into her mind.

“Masturbation is permitted.”

With that intrusive thought floating around her head, practically taunting her, and the incessant throbbing heat in her drooling pussy, Bella could not help herself. She let her hand slide down to her crotch and began to rub and groan even deeper and the pleasure intensified.

She must have orgasmed at least 10 times over the course of the treatment. She got up slowly and her crotch was sticky and her hands a slick mess. Her juices pooled and dribbled over the edge of the machine as she tried not to look the Doctor in the eyes for the embarrassment. Though he still didn’t react.

It was after the treatment though, as was usually the case, that Bella got another shock. She was ushered into another room, still naked, and the Doctor not took out a small, smooth metal rod. He sat her down and ordered her to spread her legs. She complied, used to following whatever humiliating commands she was given at this point. Then, he pushed the metal rod inside her slowly and deliberately. Once it was fully inserted, she felt it vibrate somewhat. It wasn’t the most powerful vibrator, but with her slit still trembling and sensitive from hours of masturbation and a stream of orgasms, it didn’t take much to bring her over the edge. She whimpered and squirmed as the Doctor chastised her and told her to hold still.

The emotionless Doctor watched her clench around the rod, gushing and groaning as she came around the cold medical implement. Finally it was removed and a red light at the end flashed.

“Looks like you are not pregnant” he announced.

“That was….a pregnancy test?” Bella said, breathless.

“Yes, and since it is negative and we are at the end of the two month period for insemination, we will now be forced to commence the forced breeding program.”

Bella’s heart sank. “Forced breeding program?”

Before it had time to sink in, she was being led into another room. She was quickly grabbed and pushed down to a small harness on the ground where her arms, neck and knees were locked into a position with her knees and tits pressed to the floor, legs spread and ass raised. She could no longer move as thick shackles restrained her completely. All she could do was squirm and beg the Doctor for an explanation.

“You see, since we are running out of time we will need to resort to fairly drastic measures. You will be restrained and inseminated here until we get a positive pregnancy result. We have specialists who will be performing the procedure round the clock, don’t worry. You will be released in short order once we have confirmed success.”

Bella begged and thrashed but it didn’t help. The Doctor simply left. But she wasn’t left alone for long, as shortly afterwards another man entered. She had been strapped down facing away from her door, which was horrible on two accounts. Firstly that she couldn’t see the person walking in, only hear the door swinging open and their footsteps approach. Secondly, because it meant that the first sight greeting anyone who entered the room would be her fat butt and still dripping pussy as she trembled and begged them not to do anything to her.

Of course, these pleas were meaningless. In no time at all she felt the familiar sensation of a hot, hard cock sliding inside her pussy as some stranger began to fuck her as she was bound and helpless. He pounded her relentlessly and with ease, her pussy still sensitive and slick making it so convenient for him. It felt like ages passed before he finally emptied his balls into her quivering cunt, and she had experienced a humiliating orgasm at his hands in the process.

But that wasn’t the end of it. After this man left, she had only a brief reprieve before another man entered the room and subsequently entered her. He used and abused her exposed slit like his personal fleshlight and left a warm, sticky helping of his own cum leaking out of her.

On and on it went. The men would arrive at random times. Occasionally people came to bring her food or water, but mostly they raped and bred her like a stupid animal. They fucked her while she was eating and laughed as she continued to choke down her food. At this point, her whole body was so warped that she craved the feed. She was used to massive portions of it, so going too long without it made her feel like she was so painfully hungry.

Being kept here, motionless and with so much food only served to speed along her growth as she felt like she was watching her chest balloon in real time. She wasn’t even counting the times she was fucked. But she did count the number of times the Doctor returned with the pregnancy test. She didn’t know if it was the same doctor each time, nor even if the doctors happened to be some of the men fucking her. In fact, she couldn’t tell how many men were fucking her either. Were they taking it in turns or was it actually a different man each time? She wasn’t sure if either way was better really. It was all the same from her perspective. Being fucked and stuffed with cum. Feeling it dribbled down her leg and pool between her knees. Hoping, despite how absolutely sick the idea was, that this one would get her pregnant. Because that was the only way she would be freed from this cruel and unusual punishment.

Finally, after 7 pregnancy tests, she received the good news.

“Positive! Congratulations.” the Doctor announced.

Bella had little energy to celebrate. All she did was let out a soft sigh as she was freed from her restraints and finally led back to her clothes. It took her a while to stand up properly and even longer to get dressed. She could barely walk and her pussy was aching, but she somehow stumbled back onto the thankfully very accessible public transport and made it home.

Simon had been texting her frantically on her holophone, wondering where she was and when he could have raw sex with her. Of course, at this point there was no need. She was pregnant now, with someone else’ baby. Its not like she needed him to keep fucking her.

And yet, within a few days, she had not only recovered from her traumatic experience at the facility, but she was actually craving sex more than ever. She begged Simon to come back and he gave in, he too had grown used to constant sex and wasn’t ready to just give up his own personal cum dump.

“You know,” he mused as he was balls deep in the wet, weak and glassy eyed Bella. “I used to think it was such a shame that such a cute chick was this stuck up nerd who never gave it up.”

Bella simply moaned and squirmed in response, this was not a time at which she was lucid enough to make conversation, merely fuck like a beast.

“But now I get to fuck you daily. And we are even filming it. I never knew you were such a massive slut!”

Bella continued to groan.

“What do you do with the videos? Do you masturbate to them? Post them online?”

“Nnnnnnoooo.” Bella said mid-moan.

“You should. Tell you what, when we finish lets upload all of them to a porn site and then we can watch one together and I’ll rub your greedy slit to it, sound good?”

Of course, Bella could barely think right now. She moaned in agreement, as the idea did sound good to her in such a brainless state. It sounded hot and naughty. She was such a massive slut.

It still sounded good when she was watching him upload them. Sure, someone might recognize her, but at this point she had cut off all contact with her old friends. Her body was a dead giveaway that she was not the same person they knew. She looked like a caricature, with breasts that defied logic and made it hard to walk. Maybe that would be the reason she wouldn’t get recognized if they uploaded the videos.

“There. Done. We are gonna be stars!” he joked, as he loaded up one of the videos from a month ago. The holophone projected a 3D image of the scene in incredible definition over their heads as he began to fondle her chest with one hand and slipped his other to her crotch.

“Wow, your tits sure got bigger since then!” he commented as he dug his digits inside her and felt her clench and writhe around him. “Oh, you like that huh?” he asked, pressing and rubbing harder now.

The idea made Bella squirm. She hated herself now, her soft and docile demeanor, her vapid stare, her body which barely even belonged in porn anymore it was that ridiculous. And yet she couldn’t hide her arousal. Had the feed and the treatments and everything going on fucked with her head so much that she actually enjoyed this? Her mind was clearing up just enough to realize how truly screwed she was. She looked like a joke, even if her case was successful no one in the scientific community would ever possibly take her seriously. She wasn’t even sure if she could go back to a normal diet. Being horny and stupid so much of the time would make it difficult to do even a menial job, let alone something demanding. The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want to.

“I want to eat something.” she declared.

“Jeez, you’re always hungry. You’re kind of a cow, you know?”

Bella shot him an angry look.

“Okay, okay. You want that stuff you always eat right? The…feed?” he asked.

“Yeah…just bring a whole bag.” she said, ready to drown her thoughts in food. Quite literally.

And as she was eating and watching herself get fucked with Simon’s finger on her clit, something new happened. Just as she felt her orgasm approach, there was a new tingling in her chest. Like a pressure building. More and more it consumed her until she was shaking and finally it burst free. A stream of white liquid sprayed from both nipples as if from an eruption. She groaned and came as the pleasure washed over her. It was her first time feeling this sensation and she couldn’t believe how strong it had been. The delight of squirting milk from her chest, it was sort of like having a mini-orgasm in each breast.

After this, she continued to descend into depravity. Every time she felt her head clearing, she began to fret and fear. Her normal life had slipped so far away. She was so hopelessly lost. But just a few mouthfuls of feed and her mind was pleasantly numb and her crotch pleasantly warm. She felt herself slipping. She was rarely fully functioning, and even then she noticed distinctly that she was dimmer than she had been. Even if she somehow weened herself off this stuff now, it would probably do lasting damage to her brain. Yet she just continued shoveling it down to cope.

Lactation became more frequent, especially during the treatments. They added an hour of suction pumps which would draw milk from her nipples into a container and subsequently test the quantity and quality.

“50ml, not much at all. Though the quality is 100%, I guess this is why you were in such a high percentile!” was the Doctor’s comment after her first session being pumped.

Though the amount quickly skyrocketed. She went from lactating for a few minutes to spending the entire hour being pumped and drain like a dairy cow within the space of another couple of months. The size of her chest near doubling seemed to help matters. In no time at all she was producing full canisters of milk of top quality, to the astonishment of the Doctors.

By now Bella was at the point where she no longer stood up and walked but instead crawled along the floor, dragging her tits along with her wherever she went. Though thankfully the facility agreed to pick her up from her home and drive her straight there and back instead of forcing her onto public transport in such a pathetic state. She knew it would not be long until they didn’t bother taking her home and simply accepted her into the facility as a permanent resident. A full-time milkable, breedable piece of livestock.

Finally, progress had been made with her case. She was 6 months in and thought she was completely abandoned, when her case worker visited and let her know that she would have a hearing with members of the board to plead her case the next week. Of course, she had no idea how that would work, being that she couldn’t stand for the size of her inhumanly massive chest. But her case worker assured her that everything would be fine. He guided her through the process over the next few days so that she would understand what to do and how to present herself.

Firstly they would go over the evidence, including a selection of the videos she had taken to prove she was following the careers service instruction and complying. Then they would ask her some questions, both about herself and potentially some tricky technical stuff, then they would deliberate in front of her and come to a verdict.

Bella was just clever enough to understand at this point that she had little hope. She hadn’t done anything mentally strenuous in months and wasn’t sure when she would even find the time to practice between all the eating and fucking she was doing. Not to mention milking her swollen tits, which had now become a daily chore as she needed to empty gallons of milk from them daily just to avoid building up too much milk. Her best hope was that they saw the state she was in and took pity on her.

However, as she crawled before the board on that fateful day, she saw o pity in their eyes. Nor respect. It was clear in an instant that they saw her as livestock. Tits bigger than her head trailing milk along the floor as she tried her best to stifle moans. It must have seemed a bit like a joke to them, the idea that she was their prospective scientific research candidate. If asked whether she was more suited to being a literal cow or a scientific researcher, Bella had no doubt that any person seeing her now would respond emphatically that she was clearly a vapid cow.

She struggled through the videos of her feeding, realizing just how hungry it made her. But she couldn’t eat in front of them as that would only guarantee she failed the trial. Next she blushed and squirmed as they all watched the 3d hologram videos of her and Simon having raw sex. They had selected several of the most recent ones for some reason. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew that in these she looked the least human. Glassy eyed and grunting like a beast. Actually dribbling milk down her chest and rutting in heat. How could they see her as an intelligent person after watching countless hours of that!

Then, the videos stopped and she was questioned. Each board member asking a few in turn.

“Why do you want to be a scientific researcher?”

“Why do you think you are more suited to research than milk production?”

“How have you spent your free time since the end of your examinations?”

Those were the easy ones, but Bella could barely stammer out answers as she felt her tender breasts pressing into the ground and driving her crazy. She was hungry, wet and she needed to be milked. How on earth was she supposed to give coherent answers in this state? Of course, she tried her best. Then they moved onto technical questions.

“What is the difference between centripetal acceleration and centrifugal force?”

“What is the derivative of xlog(x)?”

And so on. Every time, Bella strained to think. She had known these thing…once. That was long ago. Now the only mathematics she did was counting her feed portions, and honestly Simon had started doing that for her as she struggled to concentrate. The only physics concepts she was familiar with were gravity (her breasts were very familiar at this point) and fluid dynamics (as her drooling pussy could attest).

She broke down. She couldn’t do it any longer. Thinking. Speaking. It was just so much work. She wanted to eat and fuck and be milked! Why was she being made to do anything besides that? It wasn’t fair. Her cries turned to Moos as she felt the last semblance of hope for ever becoming a normal person, let alone a scientific researcher, slip away. She reached down to her crotch and began to rub herself as she heaved her breasts up and down and squeezed long, deliberate spurts of milk out of them.

The board didn’t take any time at all to reach their decision.

“Cattle, by unanimous vote. Application to switch careers is rejected.”

With that, she was taken directly to the facility as she was deemed ready for permanent status as livestock. She was placed into a fenced off paddock with a dozen other brainless cows and milked all hours of the day.

Many were amazed, both at how fast she had transformed and how vast and high quality her milk was. But what else can you expect from a 99.9th percentile dairy cow?

ephemeralkookie:

⏤ pairing: firefighter!jungkook x teacher!reader

⏤ genre: firefighter au, teacher au, established relationship au, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: M

⏤ warnings: swearing, blue-haired!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, praising, petnames, oral sex (f & m receiving), oc compares jungkook to a smurf, a very bad attempt at humor, breast play, cum eating, brief spanking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (always use protection guys!), doggy style, nipple play, creampie, and multiple orgasms

⏤ words: 4,785

⏤ summary: three years ago, you met jungkook after an incident at the school you work. today, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.

⏤ author’s note: hi everyone! so this came after the live of jungkook, i couldn’t help but find him extremely adorable with his blue hair. i still can’t believe i wrote this entire fic while listening to i love you of billie eilish while i usually tend to listen to the weeknd when i write smut so i hope it’ll still be good. wish you an amazing day, love you all a little feedback is always appreciated

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bratkook:

pairing. biker!jimin x reader , deep six!au
genre. smut, pwp
word count. 1.8k
warnings. dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, they almost get caught by other club members
note. requested by @imjustfanfictrash​ for thirst night, thank u!! i had to make this deep six related just a tiny bit lol

“Feels soft right?” Jimin chuckles behind you, playful smirk on his lips when he sees the way your fingers grip the leather seat of his new bike. “It’s high quality leather.”

You know he’s just teasing, knowing you don’t actually give a damn about the quality of leather, but you don’t have it in you to bite back with some quick response. Instead your face comes to rest on the same material, cool against your cheek as you moan out a slur that sounds like his name. 

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Here I was, almost thirty years old and still paralyzed by other people’s convictions, other people’s belief structures. In my mommy’s defense, the Bible is all she knew. I know what I’m about to say is gonna be controversial. Some may even say heretical—but this Bible situation is problematic. It’s been weaponized by the oppressor to prop up hypocrisy and to justify hate. Hate the sin but not the sinner? Y’all can miss me wit dat!

-  Unprotected: A Memoir by Billy Porter