Since the dawn of mankind, futanari have longed to breed. The combined urges of female and male genitalia created a gender born to value sex above all. Throughout history, records tell of futanari breeding other futa, breeding females, and – on rare occasion – being bred by males. However, there is a forth pairing that is often missed: when a futanari impregnates a male.

 

A reasonable person would state the obvious: that men cannot be impregnated – making it impossible for this pairing to occur. The idea is so deeply ingrained in the mind that it is hard to question. But what if it was possible? What if there was proof?

 

Images of males – their bellies bulging with life – smiling happy with the futa that impregnated them. The free-male states disregard them: say they are edited or generated. But an acute eye can spot the truth. An acute eye can see the open secret proudly on display across the internet.

 

Jak Valentine did not have an acute eye. He frequently got himself into trouble because he simply failed to pay attention. Such was the case when he was scrolling a futanari message board late one night. Life wasn’t going as planned for the young twenty-two year old. Living with his parents, unable to find a job – none of this was part of any plan. Idly scrolling through discussions about girlcock length, the nutritional value of futanari cum, and so on – he saw something that piqued his interest.

 

The user was from a well known hiring website based in the neighbouring futa state – Brimfield. The post was for a new position: “Breeding Boys Wanted”. Digging through the links, Jak passed multiple pregnant women standing next to futa, giving the camera a thumbs up. At least, Jak believed they were women.

 

Become a professional breeder today? Get paid to have sex? Even Jak’s usually empty head thought this was a scam. But the futanari message boards had some wild stuff. The job positions they offered for free-state males were always strange. What did he have to lose?

 

In fact, he had a lot to gain. Looking at the benefits, Jak saw an opportunity. The job provided bed and board – permanent accommodation away from his parents. All he had to do was complete an onboarding program. He would be sent supplements to prepare his body for a new career path.

 

Jak sprung up in his chair; invigorated. A few pills and he could become a full time breeder? Easy. He would probably have to work alongside futanari, but that was fine. He remembered when him and a friend secretly bought a copy of ‘HUNG’ - a futanari exclusive magazine. If his future co-workers were anything like the women in that, he would need to try extra hard to keep up. He was ready for the challenge.

 

He skimmed over the contract details. He skimmed over the requirements. And just like the average person, he simply clicked the ‘Accept terms and conditions’ without actually reading them. He gave his name, address, and phone number – and click! - he was done.

 

Jak threw his hands behind his head – quite proud with himself. Little did he know the world he was about to enter or what he would become.

 

>

 

Three days passed before Jak’s first package arrived. He spent every one of those days anxiously checking the front door. A single sound outside would have him peeking out the window. When a delivery woman finally appeared, he had the door open before she could knock on it. It wasn’t the usual delivery company. “Heavy Package” was written in bold across the truck – a futanari exclusive delivery service. ‘Putting your needs first’ was the slogan written across the delivery woman’s chest. She checked her clip board.

 

“Delivery for Mr Valentine?”

 

“That’s me!”

 

The delivery woman checked her papers one more time.

 

“Paid in tips?” the delivery woman asked. She had been working all morning without a single chance to unload. Males in the free-male states were such prudes.

 

Jak looked confused for a second, but then pulled out a ten dollar note. He pushed it into the delivery woman’s hand, picked up the box, closed the door, and ran inside. The futanari stood staring at the door – a little disappointed.

 

In the privacy of his own room, Jak ripped apart the box like a rabid dog. Torn pieces of cardboard littered the floor as he lifted a smaller box to his desk. It rattled when he shook it. Inside was a small booklet, an envelope, and a huge selection of white plastic bottles. The words written on the side of them were far too long and reminded him of chemistry class. He pushed them to the side and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter confirming his registration and a small identification card. The same size as a credit card, but with more weight to it. His name and face were on the front – alongside the text: “Registered Breeder Boy”.

 

Had Jak cared he would have asked where they got his picture from. It was the same as his government id, except his eyes had a black box scored across them. He presumed it was to protect his identity. He slipped it into his wallet for safe keeping.

 

Finally: the booklet. The front cover was painfully boring. On closer inspection, Jak noticed the title and company were wrong. It looked like a manual for an engine. He feared they had sent the wrong one by accident until the cover flicked open – revealing the true front page. Why did they have a fake cover image? Jak was far to excited to wonder why.

 

The true front page was exactly what Jak was expecting. “Brimfield Breeding Boys Inc.” with a pregnant woman standing next to a futa – just like the website. There were lots of warnings, and details, and paragraph after paragraph after paragraph.

 

“Do not share your supplements. If you know a male interested in the boy breeding program, refer them to our website. Give them one of your referral codes to receive personalised benefits.”

 

“If you are an owned male, give the contents of this package to your trusted futanari. If you are a free-state male, ensure the contents of this package are not seized or confiscated by authorities.”

 

“If you are on an all-cum diet, please contact our support services to request more powerful supplements.”

 

Jak only half-read these paragraphs. He was looking for one section in particular: how to start taking the supplements. When he found the page, he pulled out a pen a circled the full thing. He paid close attention to the details.

 

The young male didn’t question what the supplements were – he was only interested in when and how many to take. There was enough to last two months. After that, he would be contacted for the next step. Two months was far too long in Jak’s mind, but he would persevere. This opportunity was too good to screw up.

 

Jak believed the pills would increase his virility. It was obvious to him. If he was going to be breeding all day, his cum-production would need a boost. He wasn’t totally wrong. The pills would make him more fertile; more capable of creating life – just not in the way he was thinking.

 

Alongside the standard vitamin pills, there were two other pills of note. These pills worked in tandem – one was useless without the other. The first one was a clear capsule with a thick white fluid locked inside. It was – and for legal reasons, this wasn’t stated anywhere on the box – concentrated futanari cum.

 

The third gender was well known for their endless, thick production of salty-cream seed. But even among futa, there were individuals with cum that defied the norm. Semen that never went watery thin. Sperm count so high, impregnation was essentially guaranteed with one cum-shot. Futanari that made this potent seed were known as the golden girls of the Brimfield Breeding Boys company.

 

Providing a constant flow of futanari cum to a male in the free-male states was difficult. Border control didn’t approve of bodily fluids crossing into their state – especially mind-melting futa seed. Giant vats of cum couldn’t sneak past a scan. Small, innocuous pills which could be mistaken for fish oil capsules? That was much easier to sneak through.

 

The second pill was a chemical concoction. A mixture of futanari hormones made to emulate the intoxicating pheromones of the third gender. This could be secretly produced in labs across the states with relative ease.

 

If a male only consumed the pheromone pill, they would experience temporary obsession with any futanari they saw. If they only consumed the cum-pill, they would be thrown into a cum-drunk state for about a day. When the two pills were consumed together…

 

>

 

Three sharp knocks on the front door disturbed Jak’s reading. The following two knocks told him who it was. He walked briskly down the stairs and looked through the peep-hole.

 

“Amelia?”

 

“Ah, yeah. Open up, I’m freezing my nuts off.”

 

Jak unlocked the latch and ushered in his guest. She brushed her leather stud boots on the welcome mat. A huge fluffy black overcoat hung from her shoulders.

 

“Hey loser. Miss me?”

 

Amelia pulled Jak in for a tight hug.

 

When the hug lasted longer than usual, Jak squeezed her, asking:

 

“You alright?”

 

“It’s been a long week. Thought I’d give you a surprise visit. It is a bad time?”

 

“N-no, we’ve got the place to ourselves. My parents are visiting family.”

 

“Sweet. Make us some hot chocolate, alright?”

 

“Make it yourself, you free-loading futa.”

 

Amelia strut inside the house as Jak closed the door. Joining her in the kitchen – he didn’t need to remind her where they kept the chocolate powder. It felt right watching her make herself at home. If Jak’s parents had been in, she would have gone straight into silent-polite mode.

 

“Checking out my new outfit? It’s straight from the futa-states, black leather is making a comeback. You like?”

 

Just like most futa fashion, Amelia’s outfit would have been called outrageous here in the free-male states. The fur overcoat was now open. The inner clothing was split into two layers – one encased in the other; like a partially peeled fruit. The outer was sleek black. The inner a deep red. Amelia’s amble breasts hung slightly to the side – braless – in the shape of an upside down heart. The inner red layer covered her cleavage completely – except for a small diamond cut-out in the centre.

 

The outer layer continued to weave around her waist, hips, and legs – similar to a full body jump suit. Her abdomen was covered by the inner red fabric, but the outline of her six-pack could just be seen. Below that a false garter belt held the outfit together. Her bulge was tucked into a full-cock sock: one that contained both her unerect cock and hefty balls in a single package. Jak tried not to stare too long at her lower half.

 

Combined with her elegant high ponytail, Amelia looked like a high-class futa. An up-and-coming actress, or a spoiled daughter ready to inherit generational wealth. Which was the total opposite of the Amelia Jak knew.

 

He pretended to think; rubbing his shoulder.

 

“I don’t know. Long sleeve hoodies and baggy pants were always kinda your thing.”

 

“H-hey! I put a lot of time and effort into this. At least give me a compliment or something.”

 

There was the girl Jak knew. Slightly nervous, but head-strong.

 

“The leather matches your hair.”

 

“And…”

 

“And… that’s a good thing?”

 

Amelia rolled her eyes and returned to making hot chocolate.

 

“You’re impossible.” she whispered.

 

“What’s the occasion?”

 

“I don’t think you deserve to know.”

 

“Oh, come on. You just showed up and I’m not a fashion kind guy.”

 

Amelia ignored him as she stirred a spoon into the cup.

 

“Y-you look… powerful.”

 

Amelia paused.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah. Like one of the evil futa in an old sci-fi movie.”

 

Amelia sighed, trying to hide a smile.

 

“It’s for an interview in the futa-states. I wanted to look – I don’t know. Professional?”

 

“You kinda look like our old literature teacher.”

 

Amelia turned and looked over her shoulder, glaring.

 

“Mrs Weave or Miss Parker?”

 

Mrs Weave had been their ancient home-room teacher, who frequently forgot their names. Miss Parker strut around the school in platform boots – and was part of many boys fantasies.

 

“Obviously, Mrs Weave. Interviewers want someone experienced, and sage, and…”

 

“Old.”

 

Amelia was biting her lip. She picked up some pumpkin spice from the counter. She was tempted to drown Jak’s hot chocolate and ruin it.

 

“I’m actually kinda nervous. First interview in the futa-states. You know?”

 

“Well that’s silly.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You’ll ace it. Easily.”

 

“I just wanted to hear you say it.” Amelia whispered to the hot chocolate.

 

“You say something?”

 

“Hot chocolate is ready, nerd.”

 

“Did you add the…”

 

“Yeah. Your tablespoon of spice.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Do you have any mint cho…”

 

“Close your eyes.”

 

Amelia narrowed them.

 

“Don’t you trust me?” Jak almost looked hurt.

 

When Amelia fully closed her eyes, Jak moved to a cupboard and reached inside. A dozen of boxes of mint chocolate dominated the shelf. A long time ago, during a sleepover, Amelia had started to suffer from intense cramps. Jak tested every single type of chocolate they had in the house. Mint chocolate proved the most effective. Ever since then, Jak always had a stash ready.

 

He closed the shelf and then pushed the box against the back of Amelia’s neck. She let out a sharp ‘eep.’

 

“C-cold!”

 

Jak waved the box in front of Amelia’s face as he walked away.

 

“It’s warmer up in my room. Come on.”

 

Jak quickly tucked away the delivery package. The pair made themselves comfortable on his bed. Amelia looked around the room and spotted something new. A photo frame with her and Jak standing next to each other in the picture.

 

“That’s us right?”

 

“Found it while cleaning out a storage room.”

 

“Goddess, we looked so cringe back then.

 

“I think I looked pretty chic, actually.”

 

“You don’t even know how to spell that word.”

 

“C – H – I… drink your hot chocolate.”

 

Amelia giggled while shuffling closer to Jak. The picture brought back memories.

 

>

 

Growing up as a futanari in the free-male states had been challenging for Amelia. After a turbulent transfer in the last year of highschool, she found herself friendless in a place that didn’t welcome her with open arms. Jak had been the exception. While his airhead nature got him into trouble, it also made him extremely open to new people. To Jak, a stranger was just a friend you didn’t know yet. That included Amelia, who until then had remained an outcast. Other classmates warmed up to Amelia over time, but it was clear Jak had become her rock; someone to rely on during a rough time in her life. Even if he was a little dumb sometimes.

 

While many friendships ended after graduation, Amelia refused to let Jak slip away. Even after she moved back to the futanari states, she made sure to visit him once a week. Brimfield bordered East Goodmann, so the trip only took two hours. Since she had lived in both states, crossing was easy. Jak wished he could visit Ameila too, but a free male crossing into Brimfield proved difficult. As a compromise, Jak always made sure she received a warm welcome, plenty of food, and laid out an extra mattress – so she could sleep in his bed.

 

Amelia never figured out if Jak was into futanari. Sure his secret stash of porn had a copy of ‘HUNG’, but he also had lots of non-futa porn too. He’d never been disgusted by her body, or at least: he had never shown his disgust. Sometimes she wondered if Jak even knew she was a futa or if he temporarily forgot. She was stuck in a strange no-man’s land. Their friendship had grown so quickly, but they never really defined what they were. Best friends? Sure. But sometimes it felt like Jak saw Amelia like a little sister – which turned her stomach and pulled at her heart.

 

Any other futa would have just pulled out their cock, shoved it in Jak’s face, and waited for the first kiss. But Amelia had grown up in the free-male states. She didn’t have the same male-dominating attitude other futa had. There was a mixture of shame and shyness regarding her girlcock.

 

It didn’t help that she had competition. Not from another old classmate, or a teacher, or even a neighbour. It was much worse than that…

 

When Amelia brought a boy back home, it was one of the happiest days of her mother’s life. Amelia’s mother – Irene – made sure to remind Amelia of that on a near monthly basis – digging up her daughter’s embarrassment without fail.

 

“Do you remember how he called me Miss Irene Hardy? Oh! He was such a charming little thing.”

 

On that day, after insisting Jak refer to her as Irene, Amelia's mother invited the pair inside her home. Amelia was keen to pull Jak away to her room; away from her mother’s prying questions, but Irene tempted Jak into the kitchen with freshly baked cookies. Amelia knew Jak wasn’t going to resist that.

 

Even before their first meeting, Irene knew a lot about Jak. Amelia talked endlessly about her first friend in the free-male states. Irene was happy to listen. Her daughter didn’t realize it at the time, but it was obvious to Irene: Amelia didn’t just see Jak as a friend. You don’t mention a friend’s eye colour. Or the way they brush their arm against yours. Or being excited to study with them. Irene listened with a knowing look. This was the beginnings of a crush. It would take Amelia a few months to come to the same conclusion.

 

Irene liked everything she heard about Jak. He had made her daughter feel like she belonged. For that, Irene would treat him like a member of the family. Their first meeting only cemented Jak’s place in the Hardy household. It also became a core memory for the young man: his first exposure to a proud futanari woman. Amelia, not wanting to attract attention to herself, often dressed modestly. Her mother had no such reservation. The contrast between the two only made Jak’s exposure to Irene more intense.

 

The mature futanari’s demeanour was of a gentle housewife – her long hair braided over her shoulder, a resting smile between chubby cheeks, and her hands planted on her wide hips. The vibrant red of her locks complemented the rich brown of her eyes. Her dress however, was not of a humble housewife. This futa had a preference for purple and gold.

 

That first day they met, Irene was wearing a flowing silk dress with gold chains dangling across her curves. Unlike Amelia who opted to hide or tuck away her girlcock, her mother’s bulge was on full display. The silk dress folded over her generous shaft turning it into a focal point. Everything on her body seemed to lead to her cock. Jak mindlessly followed the path from the curve of her braid, to her bountiful breasts, down the gold chains, and ending at the futa’s pride. The internet had prepared Jak for how big futanari could be, but seeing a hung mature futanari in real life? Nothing prepared the boy for that. And that was only Irene’s bulge – not the full naked thing.

 

Irene savoured every second Jak spent staring at her thickness. Only when Amelia came rushing down the stairs – now changed – did the spell break. Jak didn’t even realize he had been staring. The mature futanari had awoken something in the young man. His preferences began to shift ever so slightly.

 

Amelia’s mother did everything she could to tempt the boy. Every time Jak visited the Hardy home, Irene had a whole new outfit prepared just for him. Frilly low cut tops, layered skirts, and sometimes just a simple form-fitting sweater. All to ignite a need within the gazing male.

 

Amelia herself was not blind to what her mother was doing. It was extremely common for futanari to be in competition with their mothers. Unlike females and males, who only grow during puberty, futanari keep growing long after. Irene had thirty years of extra length, girth, and roundness over her daughter. A male was easily tempted by a fatter girlcock and a heavier pair of nuts.

 

Thankfully, Jak’s clueless nature countered Irene’s temptations. There was no doubt he was responding to her body – and its pheromones – but he was always respectful and polite. Much to Irene’s frustration. Upon learning this, Amelia felt instant relief. However, there was an obvious drawback for her too. If her mother’s flirting didn’t work on Jak, then her flirting would also be totally ineffective.

 

Even when they were shoulder-to-shoulder, tucked under a huge blanket, drinking hot chocolate together – even then, Amelia’s charms had little effect. Or so she believed…

 

Jak had a simple rule for himself regarding Amelia. No matter what he felt, no matter his urges, he never wanted her to feel alone. He vividly remembered the day he first saw her. She looked so tragically lonely – wandering through the school like a ghost. Nobody – female, futa, male, whoever – should look that lonely. He had made it his mission to see her smile, and smile she did.

 

But now she was becoming a fully grown adult. She already was one! It had happened before Jak had even noticed. One day she was that cute girl that clung to his arm. The next day, she looked like a movie star going for an interview.

 

Goddess above she looked stunning in that outfit! It felt like every corner of her body was built to tempt him. Even now her breasts – which had grown to be larger than her head – were pressing into him. He remembered that camping trip: when he ruined his tent and had to share with Amelia. It was freezing that night. Cuddling for warmth made sense. But the way Amelia had pressed her bulge into Jak’s ass – that wasn’t for warmth. And then when she started to roll her hips in her sleep…

 

“How goes the job hunting?” Amelia asked.

 

“Kinda rough, but I think I’ve found something.

 

“Oh yeah? Spill.”

 

“Actually…”

 

Telling Amelia he was going to become a breeder wasn’t the best idea.

 

“I can’t tell you. Top secret stuff.”

 

“Being unemployed isn’t a job.”

 

“Well I’m working on it. Maybe you can find a position for me, with your new job?”

 

“Ugh…”

 

Amelia hesitated.

 

“W-well, it’s in the futa-states. You found a way to cross the border since last time?”

 

“No luck.” Jak admited.

 

“That’s a shame. You’d make a really good under-desk worker.”

 

“Huh? Under desk? Don’t you just mean deskworker?”

 

“N-no, it’s like a… never mind…”

 

“Hey. How about we both make as much money as we can and rent a place together?”

 

“R-really?”

 

Jak was just throwing out a fun idea. Amelia thought he was asking her to move in together.

 

“Yeah! Neither of us went to university or college, so it would be like having our own dorm.”

 

“You know, my mom was going to pay for your tuition, right?”

 

“Yeah. None of the places seemed like a good fit for me. Same as you, right?”

 

“R-right.”

 

Amelia had been waiting for Jak to pick a college. Wherever he went, she planned to follow. But it simply never happened.

 

“Then its a promise. This time next year, let’s try and find a place.”

 

>

 

It didn’t feel right to keep a secret from Amelia. Instead of overthinking it, he focused on taking his supplements. A few days later, Amelia visited again to celebrate passing her interview.

 

Jak wondered if the pills were doing anything at all. Little was happening to his body day-by-day. However, an outside perspective could see something change. Irene certainly did.

 

With her daughter away from the nest, Irene was now alone in her home. She idled around the place, cleaning things, cooking meals for herself, but it just wasn’t the same. An Amelia-shaped hole had been left and Irene struggled to know what to do with herself.

 

“It’s about time I had my mid-life crisis.”

 

She lamented to Jak over the phone. Irene frequently liked to call the young man – for no real reason. She just wanted someone to talk to.

 

“No way! You’re ages away from that. It’s more like a quarter-life crisis.”

 

Jak could hear Irene’s smile through the phone-line. She sighed dramatically.

 

“Oh, If only that were true, sweetie. If only…”

 

“How about a yoga-club? Or a book-reading circle?”

 

“Goddess, no! That would be the same as admitting my age. Plus, there aren’t any futa-clubs around here. The ladies at my local gym don’t approve of my extra package.”

 

Jak nodded – there wasn’t much he could do about that.

 

“How about I come over and we can play a game or watch a movie or…”

 

“You’re a cute thing, Jak. But don’t you worry over me. I just needed someone to chat to, okay?”

 

Despite that, Jak showed up at Irene’s front door the next day with some flowers. Caught by surprise, the mature futa was forced to answer the door in her workout clothes. She was panting – her chest bouncing up and down – as she opened the door.

 

“Bad timing, Miss Hardy?”

 

“Don’t you start calling me that again. G-go sit on the coach, I’ll just be a second.”

 

Irene had been playing up her mid-life crisis. While she certainly missed her daughter’s presence, it also gave her freedom like never before. She had the whole house all to herself. Weeks ago, a special delivery van had dropped off an extremely heavy package. With their combined futanari strength, the delivery lady and Irene were able to lug the thing into the garage.

 

After the delivery was complete, Irene pulled back an old carpet to reveal a metal brace. She unwrapped her package and began to install it into the floor.

 

It was a onnahole mount; a dedicated breeding stand. A futanari company repurposed old horse sperm-extraction machines into pleasure toys for personal use. Huge, robust personal pleasure toys that even the biggest stud couldn’t break. Perfect for a mature futa with some extra energy to spend. This one had all the accessories: a condom dispenser, a drip-feed lube attachment, and even vibration settings.

 

When Jak saw Irene all sweaty and flush, he presumed she was mid-workout. In truth, she was just finishing a five hour fuck marathon. She had been thrashing her massive girlcock deep into her new mount when Jak had knocked. Cursing, she paused “Amazon Futa vs City Femboys Vol. 4” on the huge tv and grabbed a towel.

 

“I can come back later if you like?”

 

“N-no, no. Now is fine. I was just finishing my… squats.”

 

Irene opened the fridge and dug around. There were multiple sealed metal canisters inside, but eventually she recovered her protein shake. Jak was leaning slightly over the counter while Irene drank.

 

“H-have you… you’ve been working out too, huh?” Irene asked, looking Jak up and down.

 

Something had definitely changed. His face looked clearer. Maybe his hips were a little wider too? And his ass. His ass looked firm and round. Actually he had always had a nice ass. A real piece of male-candy to admire. Irene shook her head and took another swig of her shake.

 

“Just my usual morning runs. Do you want to…” Jak began to offer.

 

“Goddess, no! I don’t mind running and I’m sure you’d be a wonderful running buddy, but… Five am? Nobody should be awake at five am, darling. Definitely not me.”

 

Jak smiled. While his life and Amelia’s had shifted and changed, it felt like Irene was always the same. Always an anchor in his life. A rather beautiful, curvy anchor. With a very prominent bulge. Form fitting yoga pants left nothing to the imagination. Jak was once again falling under her spell. The subtle scent of spent semen and mature futanari pheromones weren’t helping.

 

Irene was undeniably bigger than her daughter, but that wasn’t the only thing that drew attention to her bulge. It was the way she held herself; the way she presented her pride. Irene almost always had one hand on her hip while she pushed her groin outward. Like a model running the catwalk, she seemed to unconsciously fall into striking poses.

 

Jak knew futanari could – grow – a little bit during exercise. It was the reason Amelia had been allowed to skip gym class. (The actual reason was a concern that her pheromones would intoxicate her workout partner – which would inevitably be Jak.) He had never seen Irene so big. The outline of her hung half-erect cock clung to the inside of her thick thigh like a fat snake.

 

Her striking pose and fabric-tearing bulge could make anyone question their sexuality. Jak had answered that question a long time ago. Irene threw her head back to finish the protein shake and then slammed it onto the counter. A thick drop of it missed her lips and fell down onto her exposed cleavage. The frilly sports bra bounced as Irene let out a satisfied sigh.

 

“You missed a bit.” Jak pointed downward.

 

Irene glanced down, her breasts so large the drop was easy to see. If Jak had been there, she would have cupped her breast in her hand and sucked it clean. However, she wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to tease her daughter’s crush.

 

“It’s a new mix. Tropical Blue, whatever that means. Want to have a taste?”

 

Irene held her hands low and pushed her arms up into the underside of her bosom. Her cleavage popped out of the bra, threatening to spill over the strap. Jak jumped a little.

 

Irene gave Jak the look. The look that said: ‘We’re alone’ and ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

 

After a moment thinking – staring into the deep soft valley of Irene’s cushiony breasts – he lowered his head. One lick and Irene’s breast was clean.

 

“Good boy.”

 

Jak had never been able to resist that look. Partially because Irene was fat too tempting for her own good. But also because of ‘the talk’ she had given him. As a free-state male, there was a lot about futanari culture Jak didn’t know. It was Irene’s responsibility to ‘educate’ him. When they had their first talk, Irene had become so serious Jak thought he was in trouble.

 

“While you are in a futanari’s home, that futanari has temporary ownership over you, darling. That’s how we do it in the futa-states. You will not disobey me. You will not anger me. This also extends to my daughter, you hear me? Even in your own home, you will treat her like the dominant gender.”

 

Those words echoed through Jak’s mind every time he entered the Hardy home. Far from being scared, it felt liberating to be talked down to. Jak had been one of the tallest males in his class. So when he was suddenly dwarfed by a mature futa, it felt like his whole world became inverted.

 

Amelia had grown even taller than her mother since then. Jak found the contrast between her height and her shyness endearing. When she hid behind him, it was like a huge lioness hiding behind a tiny rock.

 

“H-how is Amelia doing?”

 

Jak managed to break free of Irene’s spell and tried to direct the conversation. He felt himself starting to heat up and took off his hoodie.

 

“Darling, you know better than me. You’re still messaging each other a few hundred times a day, right?”

 

“We’d be broke if it wasn’t for that unlimited futanari data plan.”

 

“You’re welcome. Honestly, she needs a job like this. It’s about time she gained a little confidence – really grew into her size.”

 

Jak nodded.

 

“What is her job exactly?”

 

“Nope! If she hasn’t told you, then I won’t tell you either.”

 

Jak shook his head. He had never been able to trick either Amelia or Irene.

 

“Or, how about this: I’ll tell you her job, if you tell me yours.”

 

Jak froze.

 

“Keeping secrets was never really your thing, sweetie.”

 

“It’s just a little odd job… never tried it before… going to see how it works out.”

 

“Wow. You literally told me nothing at all.”

 

Jak took a moment to think. If there was anyone he could tell it was Irene. It certainly wasn’t his parents – they were still getting used to Jak being friends with a futa. Amelia… he didn’t know how Amelia would take it.

 

Irene leaned closed towards Jak.

 

“Haven’t I been a good secret keeper? Amelia never learned about you accidentality stealing one of her ball-br…”

 

“I signed up for a… breeding program.”

 

Irene leaned back in surprise.

 

“A breeding program? My, my. Now that is a juicy secret. Go on.”

 

Having confessed his secret, Jak began to talk and talk and talk. He told Irene about scrolling through the futanari forums…

 

“You really shouldn’t have access to those, being a free-state male and all.” Irene teased.

 

“Irene… You were the one that made an account for me.”

 

The mature futa pushed her lips together and looked away in embarrassment.

 

“Did I? Must have slipped my mind. Anyway, you were saying.”

 

He told Irene about the supplements, the contract, and even pulled out his breeding boy id card. Irene turned it in her hand. She was pretending to inspect it; pretending to not know what a breeding boy was. At first, she didn’t believe what she was hearing. Jak? A breeding boy? His parent’s would not approve of that. But it didn’t sound like his parents knew.

 

“And this is your last week of taking the supplements?” she asked.

 

Now it made sense why he looked different. Irene’s futanari instincts were perfectly calibrated. Jak was starting to look more like a futa-state male. He was even starting to smell like one too. Irene breathed in deep – sensing a growing need in the young man.

 

“I remember when you wanted to be an astronaut. This is a bit of a deviation, no? Why the sudden decision?”

 

“It just felt like my life wasn’t going anywhere. I’ve been rejected by… it must be at least one hundred different jobs now. I thought: why not give it a shot? What’s the worst that could happen?”

 

Irene bit her lip. She resisted speaking her mind: ‘The worst? Well you could become a helpless breeding bitch for the rest of your life – addicted to carrying futanari children in your overflowing belly. Although… that doesn’t really sound so bad, does it?’

 

She filtered her thoughts.

 

“I’m… surprised. But also super proud. Go for it! You’re old enough to make your own decisions, so go out there and make them. Be the best breeding boy you can be.”

 

“W-well, I haven’t even passed the first trial yet. And I need to find a way across the Brimfield border. I was kind of hoping the company would provide something, but no luck.”

 

“You’ll come across with me, pet.”

 

Irene slid Jak’s id back towards him.

 

“That card should make it much easier. You’ll be fully employed by a futanari company. It will be your main source of income, right? The free-male state can’t stop you if it’s work related.”

 

“R-really?”

 

“I’m not going to miss your first crossing into a futa-state, darling! You’re going to work for Brimfield Breeding Boys, right? Their facility is very close to the border.”

 

“You know where their facility is?”

 

Irene flinched.

 

“W-well, it’s common knowledge for a futa. There aren’t that many facilities, so they become well known.”

 

“Makes sense.”

 

Irene relaxed. Thank the Goddess Jak was so gullible. The mature futa could see the excitement building inside him.

 

“Have you taken your supplements today?”

 

Jak jumped.

 

“Shit! I didn’t. I-I’ll come back another time, Irene. And I’ll find a way to repay you for taking me across the border too, okay?”

 

Jak was already rushing out the front the door before Irene could answer. Amelia’s new job would remain secret.

 

“You’ll repay me, darling. Yes you will.”

 

Irene looked down to see Jak had left his hoodie on a chair. She picked it up, locked the front door, and then returned to the garage. Pressing Jak’s clothing into her face, she breathed in his scent. Instantly, her cock rose to full mast. She had only planned to continue her fuck-marathon for another hour. The leftover pheromones on Jak’s hoodie made her last six.

 

She fucked the ever-loving shit out of her mount. Gripping on tight, despite being locked into the concrete floor, the entire thing shook back and forth with each thrust. She pounded the poor thing into oblivion. Five filled condoms later she collapsed backwards, Jak’s hoodie still in her hand. Panting with lust she breathed in his scent one last time. Her cock rose again.

 

“One more?”

 

>

 

Two weeks later, Jak was sitting in the front passenger seat next to Irene. He had passed the initial online tests and was ready for his physical examination. Sure enough, it was going to be at the Brimfield Breeding facility. Irene was dressed in smart office gear: a black pencil skirt and buttoned-up white shirt. Jak had been told to wear easy-to-remove clothing, so had opted for baggy pants and a white hoodie. Their colours matched – which Irene thought was adorable.

 

“Did I leave my hoodie at your place, last time I visited?”

 

Irene – with a face of total innocence – took a second to think.

 

“I don’t think so, darling. I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

 

She knew exactly where it was: in the garage, in a hidden basket, saturated with her seed. When she had ran out of XL condoms, there was only one place left to pump her nut.

 

The pair chatted away as Irene cruised down the highway. When they came close to the border, Jak went quiet. Irene gripped his leg and gave it a loving squeeze.

 

“You’ll be fine, sweetie. Just be a polite little male, like you always are.”

 

The border had two checkpoints: the free-male side and the futa-state side. Jak had to provide nearly all his documents to pass through the free-male section. A call was made, his documents were returned, and the gate opened. Jak was expecting the same treatment at the futa-state section, but Irene recommended he flash his breeding boy id first.

 

The border control futanari looked rough. Built like huge brick houses, with equally huge bulges. One of them approached Irene’s window and gave her a friendly greeting. Clearly they recognized each other and began to gossip. Jak peered out of his window.

 

“G-good morning.”

 

“Reason for crossing?”

 

Jak raised his breeding boy id.

 

“I have a-a physical inspection for Brimfield Breeding Boys.” He sounded so nervous, it almost came across like a question.

 

The futa took the card, checked the front then the back, and pulled out a small device. She entered a code into it, then nodded her head. A small beep played and she returned the card to Jak. Her entire personality shifted from cold-and-sharp to warm-and-welcoming.

 

“Welcome to Brimfield, Mr Valentine. It’s rare to see a breeding boy come in from the free-male states. You know how to reach the facility?”

 

“M-my futa knows the way.”

 

“Perfect. You just flash your id and you’ll have no problem getting across, okay? The free-male boys probably wanted all your documents and then some more, right?”

 

“Y-yeah, I didn’t think I was going to make it.”

 

“Shameful. We’re going to get you a special document, okay? We can’t have a breeding boy getting held up at the border. It will be ready for when you come back over, alright?”

 

“Thank you, that would be amazing. Thanks!”

 

“You have fun now, cute-stuff.”

 

The border agent winked at Jak as Irene pulled away. He turned to Irene who smiled at him. They made it through! It felt unreal. The futa-states were this mythical place in Jak’s mind. Just next door to his state, but always out of reach. Usually a male would need to be owned by a futa to be allowed in. Technically speaking, Brimfield Breeding Boys temporarily owned Jak while he was trying for the job position. Having not read the terms and conditions, Jak did not know that. He was far too happy, gazing out of the window like a dog watching the world go by.

 

It really wasn’t that different from East Goodmann. The main difference were the advertisement boards. Futanari were much more loud and proud than anyone back home. There was one huge billboard with multiple futanari, all dressed in form fitting jeans, with their bulges pushed outward. Jak didn’t even notice what they were advertising – he was so enamoured with their size. HIs heart was beating as he watched each lewd billboard pass by. He even spotted one for Breeding Boys Inc.

 

One hour passed in a few minutes. Irene pulled off the highway, took a couple of turns, and there it was. A huge modern building that looked more like a sports facility than a breeding one. Jak looked nervously at Irene when she parked in a ‘staff only’ spot.

 

“Well? You’re going to become a member of staff when you pass the exam, right?”

 

“I guess you’re right.”

 

“Don’t think about it, cutie. Just go in and follow their instructions. You’ll be brilliant.”

 

Irene leaned over and gave Jak a kiss on the cheek. She then pushed past him, her huge bust pressing into Jak’s side, and opened his door. As he exited, she gave his ass a firm spank.

 

“Text me when you’re done. Go get ‘em tiger!”

 

Jak smiled and waved as Irene pulled away. After leaving, she ran a few circles around the facility. Once she was sure Jak had gone through the front doors, she entered the parking lot park again. Driving around the back, she parked next to a row of other vehicles. There was a spot waiting for her with a sign that read: ‘Miss I. Hardy’

 

Locking her car behind her, she entered the building’s ‘Futa Only’ entrance. Waving at the receptionist, she walked straight past security. Peering at a board on the wall, she started to look for something. It was a list of names with a number beside each one. All were female. Irene growled when she saw she had dropped to third place.

 

Weaving her way through corridors, she reached the ‘Human Relations’ department. After moving past some cubicles she settled herself down in front of a desk. A very pump futanari was sitting behind it and looked up at her.

 

“Another violation, Irene?”

 

“Good morning to you too, Katie.”

 

“Uh, huh.” Katie returned her gaze to her computer.

 

“Remember that favour you owed me?” Irene asked.

 

Katie stopped typing.

 

“I remember already paying it, yes.”

 

“There’s a new breeding boy in the system. He’s coming in for his physical today.”

 

“You want to give him special treatment?”

 

“No, actually. He’s going to pass all by himself. When he does, I want him to be assigned to my roster.”

 

“Your roster that is already five males above the maximum number?”

 

“That one. Yes.”

 

Irene sat smiling with her eyes closed. She slid a piece of paper with a number written on it.

 

Katie started typing again. She looked over her glasses at her screen.

 

“Jak Valentine? Twenty-two. Two months of supplements in.”

 

“That’s the boy.”

 

Katie smiled. “He’s cute.”

 

“Back off.”

 

Katie began typing again. She slammed a finger down on the enter key.

 

“He’s all yours.”

 

“I love our little talks.” Irene stood up to leave.

 

“That was your last favour.”

 

“Oh, don’t worry. This male is going to keep me busy for a very long time.”

 

Katie shook her head. “I didn’t ask.”

 

Irene strut down the corridor, her hips swinging extra wide. Even the newcomers knew to stay out of Miss Hardy’s way when she looked this happy.

 

>

 

Jak was proud he made it this far by himself. Deep down, he wanted Irene to hold his hand through the entire process, but there were some things he needed to do by himself. He sat patiently on a medical bed. Pink curtains surrounded him – the shadowy silhouettes of strangers passing by. Jak had been told to wait – so wait he did.

 

A stranger peeked her head through the curtain, she looked down at her clipboard.

 

“Mr Valentine?”

 

“T-that’s me.”

 

“Mind if I call you Jak?”

 

“No problem.”

 

“Thanks, cutie.”

 

The woman entered and closed the curtain behind her. Jak was stunned by her appearance. Until then, all the futanari here had been in generic office clothing. Granted, their cleavage had been on full display and none of them attempted to hide their bulges – but they at least looked professional. This futa did not.

 

She was trying to look like a nurse – that much was clear. The nurse-cap, slightly-pink shirt, and elbow-long gloves weren’t that outrageous. It was the black garter belt, leopard-print bra, and bleach-blonde hair that set off alarms in Jak’s mind. She looked more like a Halloween version of a nurse than an actual licensed worker. Her bold-bright makeup and huge eye-lashes didn’t help.

 

Jak leaned too peer through a gap in the curtains. Sure enough, all the other nurses were wearing the same clothing. The main difference was that his nurse was a flamboyant gyaru – neon-pink scrunchies decorating her entire outfit.

 

“Problem, Jakie? It’s okay to be a little nervous. Most boys are for their first inspection.”

 

Jak trusted that this was all normal.

 

“A little yeah. I just came across the border too.”

 

“No way! Good for you, that’s super cool.”

 

“And you are?”

 

“Oh, snap! So sorry. I’m Abigail – but just call be Gail, okay?”

 

Gail moved around the bed checking drawers and moving small things here and there.

 

“There’s been, like, a huge influx of boys recently. I think marketing got some extra funding. Goddess above, you can tell. I promise we’re not usually this messy and all over the place.”

 

“T-that’s okay.”

 

“Alright! Let’s get started. I need to put you through some basic health tests. Once we’ve done that, it’s the physical exam and then we’re done. I put a big green tick next to your name and the company will sort out the next step. Any questions?”

 

Jak shook his head. “I’m ready when you are.”

 

“Ah! Aren’t you a little angel. Let’s get these silly questions out of the way. Do you smoke? Cool. How often do you drink? Gotcha. How…”

 

None of the questions surprised Jak. Him and Gail entered a nice rhythm of question and answer, question and answer.

 

“Bam! That was super easy, right? Now, these next questions: you don’t have to answer them, but they will help us with the physical.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Have you been with a futanari before? Like sexually.”

 

Jak’s mind instantly thought of Amelia. They weren’t shy about touch – spending multiple nights cuddling – but actual sex?

 

“Nope. N-not yet, I should say.”

 

Jak presumed he would, on occasion, be breeding futanari.

 

Gail smiled.

 

“Yeah! That’s the attitude. Not yet, I like that.”

 

Gail wrote down: “zero experience with futanari.”

 

“Do you engage in any anal play? If so, what is the thickest and/or longest size you have taken?”

 

Jak blushed. This was something even Amelia didn’t know about. But why did they need to know this?

 

“I-I have a toy. A dildo. I think it’s nine-inches. I don’t know how thick.”

 

“Like the average dildo size?”

 

“Something like that, yes.”

 

Gail nodded while writing something down.

 

“Okay. Being a breeding boy is a very sexual occupation. You will be having sex with a lot of people. Some of those people will want to remain anonymous. You are allowed to say no, but at the end of the day: we do provide a service, and we like to make sure our clients are left satisfied. Are you okay with – all of that?”

 

Jak had spent plenty of nights thinking about this. This felt like his last chance to back out.

 

“I’m… Yes, I’m willing to learn and do my best.”

 

“Perfect. That’s all the questions, cutie. You did, like, super-duper amazing. Easy pass!”

 

Relief flooded Jak’s heart.

 

“One last hurdle to jump and then you are free to go home. The physical! Here’s the deal. We need some of your sperm. We did ask you about STDs and things like that, but we need to be one hundred percent certain. I’m sorry, but this is not optional.”

 

Jak had guessed they would need something like that.

 

“So… do you have a room, where I can… you know?”

 

Gail smiled.

 

“Oh no, silly! I’m going to be helping you. Right here, right now!”

 

Jak’s eyes widened.

 

“Isn’t this a little – it’s not very private.”

 

“Babe. Not to burst your bubble, but you’re going to be a breeding boy. This is kinda going to be your job.”

 

“F-fair point.”

 

“I promise I’m really good at this. Some males actually request me personally. You should be totally thankful you got me as your first futa.”

 

“D-do futanari like an experienced male?”

 

Jak was thinking about Amelia.

 

“Oh hell yes! Listen, we talk big about virgin boys, and virgin holes, and virgin creampies, but seriously? The total truth. The actual thing we really like? A male that milks us like a pro. Nothing compares to that. No lie.”

 

Jak took a deep breath.

 

“L-let’s do it.”

 

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

 

Jak stood up and dropped his baggy trousers to his ankles. His underwear followed after.

 

“Nervous, babe?”

 

Jak nodded.

 

“It’s a little cold in here.”

 

“Oh, I can fix that.”

 

Gail reached down and grabbed Jak’s half-erect cock. He had never felt someone wearing silk gloves grab his cock before. It was different. Good different.

 

“Your cock looks kinda lonely. Why don’t you…” Gail looked down at her bulge.

 

A golden zipper dangled from Gail’s bulge. She was wearing a round, form fitting cock-sock. Jak grabbed the zip and pulled it down. Gail’s massive girlcock sprung out and slapped against Jak’s dick. He yelped in response. Gail giggled.

 

“Sorry, cutie. I was more excited than I thought. Down girl! Down!”

 

Jak was thankful Gail was so playful. If it had been any other nurse, he would have melted from embarrassment by now. He focused. He was going to be a breeding boy. He needed to get used to things like this.

 

Gail’s hand teased Jak’s shaft gently. She gripped firmly around the base and gave it a few tugs. Meanwhile, she pressed her own cock along his length. It wasn’t even close. She was easily twice his length. It didn’t take long for Jak to get fully erect.

 

“Condom time!”

 

Gail undid the top button of her shirt and reached into her cleavage. Jak’s eyes were at the same height as her breasts – giving him a front-row seat. Two tones of skin revealed Gail’s tan-lines. It looked like she had been wearing a micro-bikini. Jak tried not to stare as she pulled a condom from between her breasts. She bit the edge to tear it open. With a dexterity that only came from experience, Jak’s cock was suddenly wrapped and sealed.

 

“Alright, cutie. Turn around and bend over the bed.”

 

“B-bend over?”

 

“Trust me, babe. This is the best way to extract a sample. For both of us. Plus, you need to start training your work-hole. A standard sized dildo just won’t be enough. The company will probably send you a proper training one soon.”

 

Now Jak was confused. He was going to be a breeding boy. A boy that does lots of breeding, right? That bred other women and sometimes futa. Right? Why did he need to bend over? It should be the other way around. As he lowered himself over the bed, he looked up to see the next bed over. The outline of two people was hard to mistake.

 

The silhouette of one figure was kneeling on all fours. Behind them, a larger silhouette had mounted them and was thrusting into their ass – full doggy style. The larger figure had a prominent pair of breasts while the person being fucked looked smaller, with no breasts…

 

It dawned on Jak – at the worst time possible – that being a breeding boy was not what he thought it was. He was not doing the breeding. He was the one being bred. He froze.

 

“Cutie. You’ve got to relax, okay? It’s no good being all stiff. Being stiff is my job.”

 

He couldn’t look away from the silhouette next door. The nurse was fucking her male so hard. And the way he was moaning – he was loving every second of it. Every inch that vanished up into his spread ass-cheeks. Jak felt ashamed that he didn’t realized sooner. He thought about quitting; about telling the nurse his mistake. This was all a missunderstanding.

 

It would be humiliating, but at least his ass would be saved from a raw futa fucking. But then again… The boy next door was loving it. Amelia would probably want an experienced male. And Irene – she knew! She had literally driven him here. Jak wasn’t going to disappoint her. He signed up to be a breeding boy. This was his choice! He wasn’t going to back out now.

 

He leaned down until his face pressed into the sheets. Reaching back behind his legs, he spread his ass. Gail gently rested her shaft between his buns. Jak looked back slightly and begged.

 

“C-can you give me some lube, please?”

 

“Aww. Babe. Just because you asked so nice, I’ll give you something even better.”

 

Gail squeezed her cheeks and leaned down – her face right above Jak’s asshole.

 

‘Thank the Goddess I washed everything before I came here.’ Jak thought to himself.

 

A burst of fluid splattered over his ass as he heard Gail spit. A few seconds later and she emptied her mouth once more. It was hot and sticky.

 

“There we go. Any other requests, my little free-state male?”

 

Jak pushed his lips together.

 

“It’s my first time so… please be g-gentle.”

 

Gail’s cock pulsed into the air – now fully erect.

 

“You got it, Jakie!”

 

The gyaru pushed her shaft down until her meaty length lined up with Jak’s hole. He gasped when the burning hot tip brushed against him. The real thing was nothing like a dildo. Slick with pre-cum, it pressured its way inside – gentle, just like Jak requested. It slowly became clear that Gail wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long. Jak’s virgin-opening gripped down hard around her girlcock.

 

Jak thought penetrating his back door was going to take a lot longer. Little did he know, his supplements had been working away at his lower half. Breeding boys needed to be both flexible and tight. Flexible to take all shapes and sizes and thickness-es. Tight to keep all their boy-breeding cum locked inside. Two months of gradual change had made it easy for Gail to reach balls-deep in only a few minutes. She grabbed onto Jak’s hips for support.

 

That sensation; the feeling of being filled up. Locked onto a juicy girlcock. Being at futanari’s mercy. It wasn’t… bad. He could get used to it. He was getting used to it. The longer Gail kept her cock shoved up his ass the more natural it felt.

 

“Just letting you get used to my size, babe. You all good?”

 

Jak was gasping so hard he couldn’t say a word. Instead, he answered using his body. He wiggled his hips ever so slightly side-to-side.

 

“Good boy. I think this ass has some real potential. You’re going to become, like, a super successful breeding boy.”

 

It was getting harder to think. Harder to listen. Jak felt like his entire consciousness was focusing on the beautiful curved shaft rubbing past his prostate. It became his everything.

 

“Alright, cutie. Time to milk out that sperm sample!”

 

Jak dug his fingers into the bedding – gripping the sheets in his fists. Gail wasn’t going to wait forever. She did have other patients to tend to after all. She knew just the right spot to hit to make a boy cum. Jak however, was taking slightly longer than usual.

 

“Don’t hold back now. Just let it all out when you’re ready.”

 

Something was coming over Jak. An urge; a want; a need. He needed more. Harder. He had no idea where this was coming from, but he didn’t care. The slow thrusts weren’t enough.

 

“M-more! Fuck me. Fuck me for real.”

 

Gail did not need to be told twice. She increased her pace and began to buck her hips upward with each thrust. Jak began to moan loud enough for nurses passing by to hear.

 

“Give me that fat fucking girlcock. It feels so good.” Escaped from his lips.

 

Jak didn’t recognize his own voice – it sounded like a totally different person.

 

“Yeah? You need by bitch-breaker breeding boy?”

 

“I need every fucking inch of it. Don’t stop when I cum, just keep fucking me.”

 

Gail shifted her position so she could thrust downward harder. With one leg up on the bed, she gripped tighter onto Jak’s waist.

 

“Yeah, you free-male slut. One girlcock is all it took to break your brain, huh? That’s so fucking hot, babe. Push back into me. Yeah, just like that. Mount this girlcock. Drain my nuts like the whore you are.”

 

Jak’s body tingled with each degrading word Gail spoke. His cries grew louder – more wanting with each moan. The curtains in front of him pulled open and another women peeked through. She was wearing an equally slutty outfit as Gail, but looked more like a doctor than a nurse. All that Jak could see were her lace-net tights – and her cock dangling down like a third leg.

 

“Abigail? You’re making the other boys horny. Can you two be more quiet...”

 

The doctor peered down to look at Jak. His tongue had rolled out of his mouth and his eyes were pink with lust.

 

“S-sorry, Doc. This one is a little loud.”

 

“We can fix that.”

 

The doctor swung her meat in front of Jak’s face. Gripping the base, she slapped it across his cheek.

 

“Think you deserve special treatment, little male? Breeding boys shouldn’t be so greedy. Take all this meat you attention-seeking whore.”

 

Jak was silenced as the doctor’s shaft plunged down his throat. However, he continued to moan – sending vibrations rolling up her length. The doctor struggled to stay composed.

 

“Experienced male?” she asked Gail.

 

“Says he’s a virgin.”

 

“Hmm? He is pretty tight.”

 

“Gag reflex?”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

Gail picked up her notepad and added an extra note.

 

Helplessly spit-roasted between two hung futa – Jak surrendered to pleasure. It was all too overwhelming. First his prostate being teased and beaten by Gail’s cock. And now a doctor too? Goddess, her shaft was thick. It bulged half-way down her length, making it get stuck at the back of Jak’s throat.

 

“You have three other males to tend to Gail.”

 

“But! My lunch break!”

 

“Then make this boy finish already!”

 

Gail spanked Jak’s ass hard.

 

“Bad boy! Cum already you slut! How many futa need to fuck you before you just cream from that pathetic male-cock? Cum! Cum! You know you want to breeding-bitch. Spend all that seed for us. You’re going to be leaking and cumming for hours every day, so just hurry up and do it already!”

 

One last spank across Jak’s ass brought him over the edge. His hips began to buck and his legs shook in small violent oscillations. Gail peered down to see him squirting into the condom. When the doctor pulled out of Jak’s throat he gasped for air.

 

“Good boy. Eventually…” the doctor commented.

 

“Oh, don’t be so mean, Doc. I really do think it was his first time.”

 

The Doctor smiled and looked down at Jak.

 

“Did you like it, bitch-boy?”

 

Jak took a moment to respond.

 

“Your cock… tasted really good…”

 

The doctor cleared her throat.

 

“O-of course it did. Obviously…”

 

The doctor walked around the bed. She pointed at the clipboard. Gail passed it to her.

 

“This one is going to be one of Miss Hardy’s bitches.” the doctor whispered.

 

“That lucky cow!”

 

“Make sure he gets an extra helping of pills. He’s going to need it.”

 

“Yes ma’am!”

 

“Gail… You can pull out of his ass now.”

 

“S-sorry. He was clinging onto me, I swear.”

 

>

 

Irene bit her lip as she watched Jak exit the front door. She was waiting in a random parking spot for him. He was walking slightly funny – like his legs were stuttering. When he sat down in the passenger seat, she saw him jump a little bit in pain. He then discretely rubbed his ass.

 

“So tell me! Tell me! How did it go?”

 

Jak’s face was bright red. He cleared his throat - holding one single document up. At the bottom of the page there was a bright green stamp that said: “PASSED”

 

“Oh my Goddess! You did it. I knew you would, baby. Come here! Come here!”

 

Irene pulled Jak’s face between her breasts and hugged him awkwardly across the front seat. The distinct smell of freshly-sucked girlcock hung on his breathe. Irene’s eyes glistened when she caught the scent.

 

“So, you’re an official breeding boy now?”

 

“A-a couple more months of supplements, but y-yeah. They said I can start working tomorrow.”

 

“That’s amazing. I’m actually so proud of you sweetie.”

 

Jak looked away slightly. He wasn’t going to tell Irene about his misunderstanding. Being a breeding boy didn’t really sound that bad.

 

“T-thanks. Umm, there is just one problem. I need a way of getting here. Is there a bus that crosses…”

 

“Nope! I’m going to be taking you. Consider it your reward. And before you even suggest it, I will not be accepting payment. Except maybe the occasional box of chocolates.”

 

“Are you sure? You would need to drive me everyday.”

 

“Oh? I thought breeding boys spent a whole week at the facility? Did they change that?”

 

Jak rushed through his contract details. This was the first time he was actually reading them.

 

“Y-you’re right. I think. My shifts last… five days?”

 

“It’s a serious job, darling. You’re going to be a busy boy.”

 

>

 

Creating a breeding boy boils down to one thing. There is plenty of training involved, but eighty-percent of a breeding boy’s time is spent doing one thing: consuming an excessive volume of futanari cum. Once a boy has his first successful impregnation, he requires much less cum overall. But the climb to that first baby-bump needs tank after tank after tank of fresh girlspunk.

 

Miss Irene Hardy was one of Brimfield’s most successful golden girls. Males across the futa-state can thank their fertility to Miss Hardy’s cream alone. However, golden girls do not create huge volumes of seed. That job is reserved for the factory-futa, which are informally referred to as ‘Creamers.’

 

Futanari that are able to produce gallons of cum, hour-after-hour for days on end, are always in demand. Stereotypically, they are know for having massive nuts – giant cum tanks able to mass produce a torrent of sticky seed. Their pheromones are also overwhelmingly intense – able to intoxicate males in seconds. Historically, futanari like this were treated as Goddess-blessed and elevated to positions of religious importance.

 

Mrs George Hardy, owner of Brimfield Breeding Boys, liked to bathe in the same importance that her ancestors had known. While her ungodly cock was hooked up to a milking machine, she had a harem of males tending to her every need. Every futa Creamer did. At least a dozen males were needed to kiss and tease such a gargantuan pair of nuts.

 

Irene stood before her mother in her usual office attire. George was covered in soft ribbons of cloth – only just obscuring her body. George sighed – her heft bosom moving up then down. Jak’s face was on a screen in front of her.

 

“Him?” George asked.

 

Irene nodded.

 

“A free-state male…”

 

“He’s different, mother.”

 

“You say that about a lot of your males.”

 

“And am I ever wrong?”

 

George didn’t look convinced.

 

“And he will be suitable for my granddaughter.”

 

“If he isn’t… I’m more than happy to take him for myself.”

 

“That’s exactly what worries me.”

 

Irene smirked. George took a moment to think. If Irene trained Jak, then he would become hopelessly addicted to her seed. That was obvious.

 

“You will share him.”

 

“With?” Irene asked.

 

“Who else? You and Amelia will have shared ownership, until he makes the final choice.”

 

“Mother I…”

 

“Don’t ‘mother’ me. If this boy is going to join the Hardy lineage, then he will come crawling on his own accord. Not mindlessly in love with your cum. And Amelia is taking too long to secure her first male. We both know her heart belongs to this one.”

 

George turned off the screen.

 

“His first batch of seed will be mine.” George added.

 

“Oh! Right? So you want to own him too? Let’s just invite the whole family, shall we?”

 

“Honey. I own all the males in this facility.”

 

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Amelia’s first month at Brimfield's Breeding facility had been rocky. Surrounded by headstrong futanari – all born and raised in the futa-states – she struggle to stand her ground. Instead she focused on her work. Being the granddaughter of Mistress Hardy, many presumed she would be an extremely entitled young futa. They were happy to be wrong. By the end of month two, she had already proven herself to be a capable futa – earning the growing respect of her peers.

 

What was her job at the facility exactly? Sadly she didn’t produce enough cum during her onboarding test to become a Creamer. However, she was only a gallon short – in a few years she would pass with ease. Being the daughter of Miss Irene, everyone presumed her cum would also be potently-powerful. They were right. A career as a golden girl was ready and waiting for her – all she needed was patience. Until then, she would trained as a professional boy breeder.

 

Most males at the facility were surrogate breeders. Volunteers that would go through the transformation process and then rent their boy-wombs to the highest bidder. Between pregnancies, they needed to be kept topped-up with potent seed. Once a boy carried his first child, he would always be able to. However, keeping them cum-drunk and fertile increased their chances of conception.

 

Amelia’s main duty was to pump as much seed into as many mouths as physically possible. Futanari cum could be stored temporarily, but would lose its potency over time. Dumping fat loads of cum straight down a male’s throat was therefore the optimal method.

 

Sponsored males, or males from rich futa families, had their own private chambers. All other males, which made up the vast majority, were kept in the feeding pens. Originally, the facility had been a dairy farm. When the state was futanarized, it had been purchased and repurposed. The change was rather poetic. Dairy cows now freely roamed huge pastures around the facility, while the male farmhands that had once worked them were now locked inside. Their places had swapped.

 

Row after row of males, all at different stages of their change, were locked in metal bar pens,

 

The most effective means of pumping excessive volumes of cum into a male was via their ass. This would both increase absorption rate, but also prepare their bellies for ballooning in size. The more cum a male accepted into his body, the more his body absorbed, which allowed him to take even greater volumes. Their bodies grew accustomed to accepting seed.

 

Plenty of other methods had been tested. Cum baths were a male-favourite, but wasted far too much ladycum. Many males longed to drink futanari cum too. A decision had to be made: front feeding or back feeding? Brimfield employed both. Each male would be given two tubes – one for each hole. In the beginning, tubes were unappealing to breeding boys. The simple solution was to hook them up with a special feeding dildo. Productivity tripled that night alone.

 

Amelia walked past row D-3. On the factory floor, the males’ moans mixed together, sounding like mooing cows. The boys themselves wouldn’t be able to hear it. To ensure they focused on drinking as much cum as possible, they were blindfolded and had earmuffs on their heads. Nothing was going to distract them.

 

The young futa stopped for a second, looking at one male in particular. She shook her head and then kept on walking. She had recognized a scent; a male’s pheromones. But that couldn’t be right. She blocked out any thoughts of Jak and tried to focus on her work. She was learning so much and could feel herself growing more confident each day. She was becoming a real futa. A futa that could claim any male she wanted. A futa that would claim ‘the’ male she wanted.

 

Her instincts hadn’t been wrong. She did smell Jak’s scent. The reason was quite simple: one of the males in that row of breeding boys was Jak. His journey to becoming a breeding boy was half-way complete. For the last few months, Amelia had been unknowingly training him. Under normal circumstances, she would have eventually noticed who the male was. But Irene had worked very hard to obscure Jak’s identity.

 

“A greedy little breeding boy, aren’t you?” she whispered while spanking his ass.

 

And Jak was in no state to recognize Amelia. Over the past few months, vat after vat after vat of mass produced futanari cum had been endlessly pumped into his surrendered body.

 

The first time a male is pumped full, they have their own private chamber. By the time they reach the factory floor, and are assigned their own pen, they are so cum-drunk they don’t even care. The moans of their fellow breeding boys become a comforting drone.

 

Jak remembered that first session. He remembered lowering himself onto a dildo. He remembered another dildo being pushed into his mouth. The blindfold. The earmuffs. The gentle vibration of some distant machine. When the first gush of seed came flowing, everything melted into fantasy. He could feel his body accept the warm sticky pudding. Tingles filled his entire being. It was going to last forever and ever and…

 

And then he was sitting in Irene’s car – Friday evening. Five days had gone by in a flash. He was in a daze. Every fibre in his body wanted to be back at the facility. Back with those dildos feeding him. Back at Brimfield. Irene suggested he request longer shifts. Totally vulnerable to suggestion, that was all it took. Jak’s five-day shifts evolved into month long ones.

 

Irene kept careful track of his progress. He was slow at first, but could take huge volumes. His belly swelled to twin-size after one month of training. Mistress George, Irene, and Amelia were all feeding him their seed – and he had no idea. Neither did Amelia.

 

Eventually, one of the love-birds was going to discover the other. Irene thought long and hard about how to orchestrate it. Originally, she wanted to claim Jak for herself. Or at least share him with Amelia. However, as the weeks passed by, Irene just couldn’t bring herself to do it. On the rare occasion Jak didn’t have a dildo down his throat, he whispered one name and only one name.

 

“A-am-amelia…”

 

Cum-drunk. Pumped full with seed from both ends. And he still dreamed of Amelia. Irene sighed to herself. He was so loyal. So loving. Irene crafted a plan to bring her daughter and Jak together. She had lured Jak into Brimfield knowing full well what would happen to him. It was only right she made sure they had a happy ending.

 

Amelia’s apprenticeship with Brimfield was coming to an end. Given the right volumes of seed, Jak’s transformation would be complete at just the right time. He had become a prime example of the ideal breeding boy. He never spilled a drop of cum. His gag reflex had been removed with ease. And his belly… some of the Creamer futanari upstairs were making bids to claim the boy as their personal cumdump. That was how much they loved his overflowing body.

 

Locked in place with nothing else to focus on, day-after-day, Jak could feel the change. His legs could spread wider as his hips blew outward. Two round ass-cheeks begged to be spanked. His pecks pushed outward: super-sensitive – sending shocks of pleasure when his nipples brushed across the floor. He felt softer. Rounder. Fuller. Every moment spent empty was like hell. Irene had a special plug made for when he graduated. He was going to need it.

 

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The final test to determine if a breeding boy was capable of carrying a child felt more like a ritual than an exam. Blood samples could be analysed. Hormone levels measured. There was however, a more practical test – and the one Brimfield preferred to use. Males able to carry children have fierce physiological reactions to a potent futanari. Futanari pheromones trigger a baby-making fever similar in effect to being cum-drunk.

 

All of Amelia’s hard work had paid off. She had been feeding males cumshot after cumshot – never faltering or running dry. Just like every futanari in her ancestry, she was born to breed boys. However, the young futa was still reluctant to impregnate her first male. She gave changing answers each time. The real reason she hesitated was because she wanted Jak to be her first breeding mare.

 

Irene smiled to herself when Amelia confessed that in secret. The mature futa still couldn’t tell how Amelia would react to the truth.

 

“Come with me Amelia. I have a gift for you.”

 

The two climbed the stairs into the ‘Very Important Male’ section of the facility. Everything was far more luxurious here – futa-sized beds, piles of pillows, and personal dildos for each breeding boy. Irene ushered Amelia into a private room. In the middle, a boy was on his knees – blindfolded and earmuff-ed.

 

“I said I wanted it to be Jak. Not just some… random male…”

 

Irene didn’t respond. She strut towards the male leaving Amelia beside the door. Irene pushed her fingers through the male’s hair and he whimpered.

 

“Don’t be angry with me.” Irene asked.

 

Amelia narrowed her eyes. That request was never a good sign.

 

“Consider this a graduation present. You’ve been working very hard, and both me and your grandmother are proud of you and…”

 

“What’s going on?” Amelia asked, now nervous.

 

Irene sighed. There was no easy way of doing this. She just needed to be quick and get it over with.

 

“Look at the clipboard on that table.”

 

Amelia picked it up slowly and began to read. Irene watched her daughter’s eyes grow wide. Amelia’s lips tightened. She glared at Itene.

 

There was anger in her voice, but she whispered her rage.

 

“J-jak is a… when did… you were behind this weren’t you?”

 

“He came to my house one day and told me. I was just as surprised as you are.”

 

“I’m sure! I’m sure you didn’t pressure him or encourage him. You know he isn’t…”

 

It clicked in Amelia’s head. The male kneeling next to Irene was…

 

“Jak?”

 

His body was almost unrecognizable. He had been pulled off the cum-supply a few days ago – allowing his belly to shrink slightly. A clear baby-bump from the filling was still present. His hips were huge. And his body looked soft and inviting and…

 

“Is he?”

 

Irene flinched.

 

“It’s his test day. I was thinking… you would want to be the one? You did say, you wanted Jak to be your first. S-surprise!”

 

Amelia’s left eye was twitching. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or rip her mother’s head off. Doing both at the same time was also an option.

 

“This entire time… I’ve been… training him… and you knew?”

 

“I really didn’t know how you were going to react.”

 

“So hiding him from me was the best choice?”

 

“We don’t need to whisper, he can’t hear us.”

 

“I… just! You’re… Argh!” Amelia couldn’t find the words.

 

She calmed herself and looked at the male; Jak. She hurried towards him and dropped to her knees. Removing the blindfold and earmuffs, their eyes met. Jak jumped slightly.

 

“A-amelia? What are you doing here?”

 

“You have the audacity to ask me that? What the hell are you doing here?”

 

“W-well, I needed a job and the pay was pretty good. And I really enjoyed my first shift so…”

 

Amelia pulled him in for a hug

 

“Are you okay?” she asked.

 

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Are you?”

 

“I little shaken. I had no idea you were… Just sit still and let me hug you.”

 

Jak had his arms tied behind his back – disobedience wasn’t an option.

 

“You should have told me.” she whispered.

 

“I wanted to. But I also wanted to – to become a male you could be proud of. I wanted to be experienced for – for.”

 

Amelia leaned back and they looked at each other.

 

Jak looked her up and down. “You’ve changed a lot. Not physically. Just the way you look. You’re not that shy little futa behind my shoulder any more.”

 

“Dumbass! I was doing this for you. I wanted to be a real futa. So I could…”

 

They both waited to say something.

 

“Amelia? I feel really hot.”

 

“Yeah. Me too. It’s because you’re – responding to me.”

 

“Did I do the wrong thing?” Jak asked earnestly.

 

“I think – I think we could have done this slightly differently, yeah.”

 

The two giggled.

 

Irene was slowly making her way to the door and was about to open it.

 

“Mother!”

 

Irene froze with her hand on the handle.

 

“I-Irene?” Jak said in surprise. Amelia thought Jak knew.

 

“Y-you didn’t tell him? Mother! You tricked him too?”

 

“W-well, he never actually asked if I worked at Brimfield.”

 

“S-so, wait. You’re both breeders?” Jak asked.

 

“Jak. The Hardy family own the Brimfield breeding facility. It’s been in our name for generations.”

 

Irene tried to look innocent.

 

“Mother. You’re not leaving!”

 

Amelia’s tone had shifted. Her confidence and Jak’s pheromones were driving her towards action.

 

“O-okay, sweetie.”

 

Amelia cradled Jak’s cheeks in her hands.

 

“J-Jak. There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you. All those times you protected me. All those hours we spent together. They mean everything to me.”

 

Jak felt his heart flutter.

 

“M-me too. The more time we spent together the more I wanted to be around you.”

 

“You remember when we promised to find somewhere and move in together?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I want – I want to – I want you to be my male. My lover. My husband. And my breeding-boy. Will you?”

 

“I want you to be my futa. My wife. My breeder. Please! Yes, I’ll be your male.”

 

The two lovers thrust into each other as the sound of their sloppy kisses filled the room. Irene, despite her role in all of this, pressed her hands into her chest.

 

‘Agh! Young love!’ she thought while tilting her head.

 

The kiss grew more passionate. Their tongues began to roll together and Amelia humped Jak.

 

‘Agh… Breeding lust.’ Irene grinned. ‘Both of them are ready.’

 

Jak’s body felt like it was on fire. There was a throbbing ache; a need within his ass. He needed to be filled and pumped and bred like a bunny in spring. Amelia used her futanari strength to pick Jak up by his legs and plant him on the bed. She pushed his legs behind his head and rolled her hips over his groin. Jak was already naked, while Amelia was in her office attire. Her bulge was begging to be free from her pencil skirt.

 

“W-well I’ll leave you two to…”

 

“Turn down the lights and get over here.” Amelia commanded.

 

The lights grew low and Irene waited on the other side of the bed.

 

“You’re going to make sure he’s extra fertile. Pump one of those stupid potent loads down his throat before I cum. Understood?”

 

Irene had never seen this side of Amelia. She liked it.

 

In a flash, both Amelia and Irene had their girlcocks out – opting to keep the rest of their clothes on. Amelia slapped her shaft down onto Jak’s belly. Irene playfully slapped hers across Jak’s face.

 

“Oh my Goddess.” Jak gasped.

 

This was the first time he had seen Amelia’s cock. While Irene’s cock was undoubtedly bigger, Amelia’s ladydick was beautiful. Jak’s male gaze adored the curve of her cock. Perfect for pushing into his prostate. If there was a cock he wanted to be impregnated by, it was that one.

 

“Y-you like it?” Amelia went shy with Jak.

 

“I love it. I love you. I love your cock. Every single dildo I sucked or fucked – I was pretending it was yours. I wanted it to be you. Your cock looks so fucking fat and those nuts so fucking full. Are you going to be breed me? Turn me into your breeding bitch?”

 

“I’m going to breed you so hard, you’ll be knocked up with twins. Triplets! You’re going to be so round and full. You’ll never be empty ever again. For the rest of your life, you’ll be carrying my children or taking my girlcock. You want that right? To be bred? To be pregnant again and again and again?”

 

Amelia had unconsciously lined up her cock-head with Jak’s ass. Jak’s body was shaking – his hole desperate to be filled.

 

“Make me a father. I want to be pregnant forever. Take that fat girlcock and use me until I’m nothing but a brainless breeding bit – argh!”

 

Amelia and Irene were in sync. They both plunged their shafts into Jak’s holes at exactly the same time. They released all their pent up need into the helpless boy. With their combined strength they began to lift him up. Belly up, being spit-roasted between two hung futa, Jak entered his happy place.

 

“I’m going to give you all of my cum, you silly male! It belongs to you! You belong to me! Your body is my breeding toy. So take it! Take all my cock! All my love!”

 

Amelia fucked like a machine. Even Irene felt outclassed by her daughter’s raw fuck-power. Jak’s prostate wasn’t being teased. It was being brutalised. His cock leaked boy-squirt all over the place while Amelia ravished his body.

 

“D-Darling! You’re going to break him!”

 

Amelia slowed down and began to breathe.

 

“I… I…”

 

“Just match my pace, sweetie. Jak can take it. You just need to ease him into it.”

 

“O-okay.”

 

The two futa mirrored each other. Jak’s body was crushed between their thick, meaty love.

 

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie.”

 

“T-thanks, mom.”

 

“Jak was always going to be your male.”

 

“R-really?”

 

“He whimpered your name in the breeding stocks. Every single day.”

 

“Jak! Oh, Jak. My breeding-boy.”

 

“Do you like your graduation gift, sweetie?”

 

Amelia laughed while gasping for air.

 

“Y-yeah. I like it mom. You’re still in trouble, but I like it.”

 

“You’ll forgive me one day.” Irene smiled.

 

“I’m getting close. I want to breed him so bad. Listen to him. He’s moaning like a needy whore.”

 

“Pump him full, baby. Pump him full and then keep pumping everything you have into him. He can take it! He will love it! Do it!.”

 

“It’s coming baby! Jak! I’m going to impregnate you! Be my breeding-bitch! Take it all! My love! Get pregnant you silly male! Oh! Fuck! Oh!”

 

Finally, after months of taking cum from dildos, Jak had a taste of the real thing. Irene locked her cock down his throat and released all her golden girl cum into his stomach. The potent seed instantly doubled his fertility. Jak locked his legs around Amelia’s waist as she thrust down into his ass with a hard slam. Their hips shook violently as she unloaded all her sticky-white love deep inside him.

 

The two futa caught their breath for a moment. Amelia’s cock kept all her seed locked inside Jak. His belly tingled, he felt full – complete.

 

Then the two futanari began to move. He noticed they were still very erect.

 

“Oh, baby? Why do you look confused? We’re Hardies. We don’t stop cumming until we reach double-digits.”

 

Irene wasn’t the only one with access to a breeding-mount. Amelia frequently visited the on-site gym to practice her thrusts. Both of them were from a family of professional breeders after all. They weren’t going to stop after the first load.

 

Jak’s body was thrown around the luxurious bedroom. One moment he was face down, with two futa fighting over his ass – settling on alternating their thrusts to fuck him at the same time. The next, he was being lifted into the air and mounted on girlcock. The mother-daughter combo emptied everything they had into Jak and them some more.

 

The entire time, Jak’s belly grew. A medium bump at first. Then a growing bulge. By the time the futa were starting to tire, his belly swelled outward – brushing on the floor when he sat on his knees. The only suitable position by that point was doggy – so Jak could rest on his belly like a giant yoga ball.

 

“Good male! Good breeding-bitch! Taking so much of our love! Take it all! Take it all Jak! I love you! I love you! We’re going to make so many babies!”

 

Irene tapped out after the eleventh cumshot. She collapsed into a pile of pillows, a smile on her face while she listened to her daughter push on. Again and again and again. Irene was so proud of her.

 

“This is it babe! This is your life now! Become the breeding boy of my dreams! Take my love! Carry my children! Are you ready?”

 

“Yes, yes! Give me everything. Impregnate me, fill me, own me!”

 

“Take it all! Take all my cum straight into that whore boy womb! Your hole is just a pussy for breeding now! Take it all!”

 

One final creamy eruption added its volume to Jak’s swollen belly. Finally out of energy, Amelia collapsed on top of Jak. He had been drowned in cum, but his body tried its best to accept every single drop.

 

“Ame… Amelia… I love… so good…”

 

“I know, baby. I know. This is your life now. So you better get used to it. I’m going to… keep breeding you… even after your… pregnant…”

 

“P-promise?”

 

“I… promise.”

 

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Three months later, Jak told his parents he was moving to the futa-states with Amelia to start a family. They were reluctant to see their son be with a futa, but they couldn’t deny how he looked. Jak was glowing. And the way Amelia and Jak looked at each other – Jak’s parents couldn’t stop that. They gave Jak their blessing.

 

Irene broke her breeding mount one night and was forced to call her daughter. It had taken a lot of favours, but eventually Amelia forgave her mother. Amelia brought Jak to Irene’s home and she was allowed to use him as a temporary breeding mount, until Irene ordered a new one. She never did.

 

Amelia frequently brought Jak into the facility to show off his growing belly. Jak always blushed as countless futanari touched his bump lovingly. Comments of ‘you look like such a happy male’ and ‘I wish my breeding boys looked like you’ flooded his ears. Amelia leaned into him, while she was holding him from behind and whispered.

 

“We’re just getting started.”