Be Eric, 19 year old breeding instructor

After accepting Sarah’s offer to join the breeding instructors under her guidance, you regularly shadow and report to her for three months of training before finally receiving your own uniform bearing the “INSTRUCTOR" label. The instructor community welcomes you, and helping other Breeders to become more prolific is truly rewarding.

As you grow closer to Sarah, you quickly realize that her penchant for exploring the breadth of Fort OBGYN’s gene pool with her breeding hole persists outside of the quarterly parties in Laboure Park.

When Sarah identifies a man she’d like to make a daddy of, she shamelessly pursues her target. Your Breeding mentor has an uncanny ability to make an unsuspecting target believe that fucking her is his idea. Although, if her targets are like you they would feel inspired to breed a body as curvy, flashily decorated, and receptive as hers.

You can’t help but feel jealous when you see Sarah aggressively seeking impregnation by men she’s only just met. Or worse, men whose seed she claims gives her a unique pleasure from growing in her womb. Some of her regular sperm donors are much larger men than you, and in those cases Sarah’s full baby belly bulges measurably further past her huge tits with their kids than it does with yours. You find that fucking her roughly while her body strains to birth their kids requires less feigned malice on your part.

While Sarah makes you jealous with her play, you give Sarah just as much of a reason to be jealous with your work. As one of relatively few male breeding instructors, you are often assigned individual Breeders in need of a performance boost. You’ve proven your effectiveness at encouraging girls on the verge of quitting to dedicate themselves to OBGYN.

Your method is simple: you stay with each lovely young babymaker for the entire process of breeding, from when you seed her ovulating pussy to when you pull your newborn from between her legs. Through pregnancy after pregnancy, your continuous praise and compassion for her wears down her objection to breeding: whether it’s a desire to keep her baby, her self-consciousness from getting “fat”, her fear of birth, or something else entirely. You’ve rehearsed answers to all of them.

While your strategy is quite effective at saving these girls from the mistake of rejecting OBGYN, it has a side effect. They tend to fall in love with you. And, after sharing so many intimate moments, you feel for them as well.

The head instructors tell you all that this kind of thing is normal for a breeding instructor’s relationships, and you shouldn’t hide anything from one another. Sarah agrees, so you don’t. You still feel guilty whenever Sarah sees you share a loving embrace with one of your hard-cases-turned-star-breeders as she thrusts her hips against yours and takes your seed deep in her teenage body. And you still feel turned by Sarah’s constantly swollen tummy, even if it sometimes brings to mind a familiar scene: her crying out for an acquaintance's cum as she fucks him for all to see.

You have an agreement: on work days, you walk home without a girlfriend on your arm, and Sarah walks home without another man’s baby in her belly. You begin stripping off your uniforms before you’ve fully crossed the threshold of a large old house in Fort OBGYN’s village, homes reclaimed from the invaders decades ago. Your house is nicknamed “The Academy” for the instructors like you who share it.

The door swings shut behind you. You pull Sarah in for a kiss, pressing against her curvy naked body until you feel like you’re sinking into her.

“I missed you, babe,” Sarah says, stroking your head.

“I missed you too, babe,” you reply, squeezing her tightly.

“What do you want to do first?” Sarah asks.