Lynn turned twenty last Sunday, and she was trying to keep it quiet. Her family was against the rule, but the rule was law. On her birthday the doctor had come around. He was a nice enough guy, just doing his job, he gave her the injection, and attached the bracelet to her wrist. She turned it over as she waited for the builder to come in and pay for his fuel.
Lynn knew she had to lay low this week: she had dreams, things she wanted to do in the future, become a politician, change this law, fight for equality.
She went to school with Stan the builder. She hoped that he didn’t remember that otherwise he might start asking questions. The bracelet, delicate and unbreakable, featured a charm engraved with the words “Breeding week”. Every girl had a breeding week now, it was established a few years ago as a way to encourage women embracing their biological destiny. On the first day of her turning 20 a girl was injected with a solution that caused her to rapidly gestate: 10 minutes after insemination, she would give birth. This occurred for a full week.
When the rule was introduced parents and women tried to think of ways to get around it: leave the country for a year, hide the birthday, have contraception fitted. But the government refined the laws, and the drug quickly. No girl, until she was 21 could leave the country, no contraception till 21, and you have to wear the band, denoting you as being in the breeding week.
Lynn pulled down her sleeve as Stan entered. He smelled of wood dust, it was nice. She felt her self grow wet as he approached the counter - another effect of the drug: the body wants to be bred. His arms were muscled, his chest looked strong and warm, his flannel shirt buttoned low enough for her to see the outline of his strong pectorals. Lynn had worn her normal uniform: blue pants and blouise.
“Hey Lynn, how’s the day?” Stan grinned, holding out a twenty for his gas.
“Yeah, good thanks” , Lynn responded, extending her hand for the note, while trying not to focus on how sexy he was, and how much she wanted his cock. He moved the note further from her reach, and she stretched further, her sleeve pulling back to reveal her glinting bracelet.
“Thought that might be the case little Mumma. Come round here, drop your panties and let me breed you.”
Another effect of the injection: utter obedience to male instruction.
Willingly, Lynn moved out from behind the counter, and followed his instruction, lowering her sopping underwear to the ground. He fucked her quickly, against the counter, his dick smoothly lubricated by her greedy cunt. In no time, Lynn was lined with his seed, which took root deep in her womb, and started growing instantly.
Lynn stood, pulled up her paints and headed back around the counter as her body quickly churned a baby in her belly.
“Thanks Lynn!” Stan called as he exited the store. Part of the law was that men had no legal responsibilities for babies created during breeding weeks. As Stan drove away and the service station was once again empty, the reality of Lynn’s predicament hit her.
Her bulge was growing at a rapid pace, she lifted her blouise to examine it. It was weirdly beautiful to watch as her stomach expanded with Stan’s child. She put a hand to it. It felt lovely, this special seed growing in side her. She felt full, but a good fullness. Knowing what was coming, she moved towards the office behind the counter, taking a seat on the boss’ computer chair: he was out today. Lynn hadn’t expected it, but euphoria rolled through her as her belly pulled away from her. She delighted in a growth she couldn’t control: in the fact that Stan had made her body do this; her body was in control of her and she was just along for the ride. Her breasts felt tight in her bra. She stripped in the back office, carefully preparing for the birth of her first. She had just unclasped her bra, letting her sensitive tits fall free, when her waters broke, and she groaned.
A contraction roiled through her, pulling her lips apart. She cried out. Beyond the office the door beeped as a customer entered. Lynn tried to stay quiet, but the next contraction had her crying loudly. A head popped around the door, it was a man, a good looking chap with a happy smile, who came to her aid, he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders. Another man entered the room: he saw her, looked her up at down and declared:
Lynn groaned, her pussy dilating quickly, the contractions rolled, one after the other. She felt the baby shift in her, its head moving through her birth canal, she cried out in agony as it forced its way through her and pushed down visibly, her tits, with a final heavy push spurted milk. The man supporting her legs, guided the baby from her body, wiped it with her blouise, and handed it to her chest, where it happily cried, and then began to suckle.
Lynn was delighted as she felt her child draw the milk from her tender breasts, it was beautiful, it had Stan’s eyes. The man between her legs rubbed her clit with a hand, and she felt her body dampen. The next moment he held her by the hips and thrust into her, she felt his balls slapping against her as a total stranger took her pussy. It was bizarre. She loved it, she wanted to feel full of baby again, and here was her hero to do that for her.
He questioned her while he fucked her;
“What do you want to be when you grow up mama?”
“A politian”, she responded
“Oh, you’re gonna use your powers to change the world huh?”
He kept breeding her, eventually emptying his balls in her pussy. She started to grow straight away. He patted her on the belly; “they say that by your fifth, all you can think about is the emptiness in your womb, and the fullness of your tits. Might not be alot of politics for you girl.”
This time Lynn swelled quicker than the last, her belly growing bigger and bigger, the man who had bred her left, leaving the remaining man to assist her in this birth. He was young, probably 19, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was probably already a father thanks to this law. Some lucky girl in the world had one of his babies, Lynn thought, and soon she would too.
“Wow girl, you’re growing quick”, he massaged he entrance with on hand, her belly with the other. Lynn’s first still suckling at her tits, which she could feel producing more and more milk. Her belly expanded past what it had been last time.
“Just gonna check something, girl” the boy said, as he inserted his fist into Lynn’s used pussy. SHe felt his small hand move inside her, feeling in through her cervix. “Well done, Mumma, you got twins. Hope you’re that lucky with me”
Lynn already wanted his cock in her, ad she felt the first of the twins slip into position at her birth canal, she pushed this one out easily, it cried and was handed to her breasts, which over flowed with milk, spurting from blue veined tits. Fuck she wanted her dick, she wanted to be full of twins again. It had felt so good to have them. She needed more, to help drain her overworking tits. The third child of the morning left her body and she felt empty again, her womb demanding to be filled. The boy set the baby aside, and fucked her gently.
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