Epilogue to II - Everything is formalized, and Bria is unleashed onto the world.

For the rest of the day, Bria discusses terms of her position with Elizabeth Delaney, wanting some insurance that she was getting her portion of the promised awards. As much as she tries to, she could not negotiate the complete removal of her debts, which, while fair, still irks her that all her debt falls onto one organization who could potentially dictate her as they so please. Regardless, once an agreement was made, a firm handshake secures one fact: Bria was now a member of the Futa Foundation West Coast.

The second Bria steps onto the elevator, her balls churn and erection fought to escape its confides. Was this really happening? Was she really getting paid to sleep with women and pump her seed in them. It feels like a dream.

Bria gets off onto the lobby, passing several women, many with rounded bellies and flavorful dresses, some who call out to her and flash their cleavages at her. Already, word has spread of her reputation.

As she exits, a taxi was waiting for her and a two-month pregnant woman dressed as a receptionist. Entering the vehicle, the receptionist joins her. Bria gives directions to her home, and once they take off, the receptionist massages the stiff cock through Bria's pants. Without a word, she undoes the zipper and begins licking the stiff cock all over before bobbing her head in rough movement.

"Fuck, that's good," Bria isn't fully recovered, but she was willing enough to sit back and enjoy a free taxi service with benefits.

Just before the driver pulls up, Bria unloads one more load of cum inside her servicer before zipping up her pants and leaving the cum drenched wench with a blowing kiss.

She crashes on her bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep away the rest of this day, thrilled with the opportunities of what may come next. She could not imagine in her life time that such an organization existed and that she was benefiting off of fulfilling her own desires. Nothing could give her more bliss in knowing that her life has found both borrowed time and a life long shame on her life that is replaced with purpose.

"I used to think being who I am was a curse," Bria's words bounced in her lonely room. "An endless hunger that was waiting to be filled. Now, I don't feel it. I just want to keep having my fill."

She pulls out her phone, sees a missed call from Beth. Instead of calling back, she pulls up a picture of her and Sadie: the two divine bodies smiling while Bria's cum slipped off their breasts. Bria looks down at the soon-to-be-due Beth.

"I won't have a lot of time for you girls," Bria chuckles, putting it away and rolling over to stare into ceiling. "The very world is mine to play with."

Three days later...

Every passing day restores her life a little more, but despite the soarness and pain which hadn't fully gone away, she couldn't deny her libido any longer. Coming in to work, the first thing Bria gets out of the way is the attention of half a dozen women who all want a piece of her.

It was a welcome expression, which lasted exactly three rounds. Bria just couldn't get excited when they willingly give themselves over. The only pleasant thing to come out of this was the filling of one vacant womb which should keep her occupied for the next year.

The first chance she got, Bria escapes and winds up in a part of the building where everyone seems too focused to go after the reputable futa. A board with names, pictures of women, and information were lined along the wall. This was the bounty board. The Futa Foundation operates on a system of dividing and conquering (wombs) to further expand their mission. This board offers a bonus reward on specially marked targets for knocking up. Many of these women either have genetic history with a futa or are time-critical due to various circumstances.

Bria finds out she is in the C-category, which was the eligible women Bria can claim the bonus bounty on, consisting of girls with day jobs, college students, or some troublemaker out on the street, whom largely are of no consequence. The B and A-category were reserved for the elite or highest ranking futas, making up specially bred women or high ranking targets who did have bigger impacts in society. Unfortunately, the room to access those categories were locked.

Bria clicks her tongue in frustration. "So, the money-bags get to keep the hotties and wealthy ones all to themselves." It was a slight ire, but one glance at the photos on the board shows there are still plenty of good-looking fish in the sea.

What makes the bounty system what it is was its information the clinic has on them, namely the genetic history and the increased chances of these girls leaving a one-night-stand with a futa in their bellies. Under normal circumstances, the Foundation would like to bring them onboard if applicable, but the limited space and budget doesn't always work out that way, but they need those girl's bred and hope for a futa. Hence, the bounty system made up for it. Bria remembers that conversation with Elizabeth Delaney. Thanks to Foundation's work, all that information is now in Bria's fingertips.

A few computers sit off to the side. Once one of the girls leaves, Bria takes her place.

"Alright," Bria lips curl to a wicked smile. "I even have their address, their family connections, occupations...even where they frequent? And their kinks? Hmm, this saves me days following them around. The only question left is who will be my first lucky girl?"

...

One profile catches Bria's eye. Casey: friend to a mother of a teenage girl, college girl studying nursing, and babysitter to said teenager. The teenager needs a babysitter? Interesting.

"Casey will certainly need the experience raising my brat," Bria taps her fingernail to her lip.

With a new mission in front of her, Bria returns to her natural habitat, spending the morning tailing her bounty. Casey is a skimpy little girl with brown hair and glasses and stays around with the mother of the teen who lives in a neighborhood that is quaint and quiet. Bria stretches her wrists and believes this would be a cake walk.

The first part of the plan was to engage Casey. Bria bumps into her, apologizing, and enters a dialogue with the babysitter, making up some story about herself, and finding anything to complement Casey with, which seems to have her intended effect to make her blush. Bria then drops some more flirtatious bits. Casey bites her lower lip. 'She is an easy one to sway,' Bria thinks.

The next step was to enter the house. Once she confirms the mother has left, Bria approaches knocking on the door, pretending to be surprised when Casey answers. She makes up a story about a fundraiser, girl scouts stuff, but drops it to continue swooning over Casey. Bria asks if she can get a glass of water, and is invited right in.

The futa meets the daughter, Margaret, who was about as bratty as one can imagine, and seems to be the reason Casey was needed. She watches tv and makes passing remarks at Casey over not doing what she wants: not letting her go out to see friends, buying pizza, or trying to find her mom's credit card to get her a new car. Turns out, she was constantly trying to leave home and taking long trips to the beach with some of her girlfriends, which frightened the mother. Casey was a friend to the mother and was the only one who would be willing to keep an eye on her daughter. Although, it is clear that Casey does not do a great job handling her.

For the time, Bria continues to swoon over Casey, making many passing remarks to Casey's beautiful body. It was interesting to hear Casey to suddenly talk about her desires to be a mother, but she could not find a boyfriend who would commit to a relationship. Bria makes a joke about a peculiar package between her legs, and this seems to make Casey fluster. She blushes and leaves. Bria tries to approach her, but Casey continues to be embarassed and makes an excuse to dismiss herself.

At this point, Bria understands well enough that, with a little push, she can get Casey in a world of pleasure. But then there was Margaret.

Bria sits to watch with Margaret. Margaret was not in her bratty attitude, instead, seemingly flustered and about as bright red as Casey is with a smile one her face. She glances at Bria but swiftly avoids eye contact. Bria imagines that she must have spoken loud enough for the girl to overhear the two. She takes a moment to ponder if she could walk away with prizes for the price of one. However, Margaret being so young might cause problems. That did not stop her wondering how she can make this little adventure a memorable one.

"Is Casey seeing anyone?" Bria asks.

Bria couldn't guess if Margaret was startled by her sudden question or the question itself, but she turns to Bria with cheeks ruddier than her babysitters. "Seeing? Anyone? I- I don't know."

"Do you think she's single? I cannot imagine dating and not having fooled around once."

"Fooled around?"

"You know? Doing the naughty things your mother wouldn't want you to know about."

At this, Margaret hides her face, but could not keep her smile and giggle from coming out. "You mean s...se..."

"Oh yes. But Casey seems so lonely and stressed. Maybe she needs to loosen her up and have a little fun. The things one can do in bed is always a great stress reliever."

Silence fell between them, but Margaret looks like she was going to explode.

"I'll tell you what. You stay here, and watch the tv for, maybe, half an hour. If you hear any strange noises, just turn up the tv and ignore it." Bria winks and heads upstairs.

Margaret's mind was spinning at what just transpired between them. She has no idea why Bria would tell her all these things, but she could not pretend it didn't happen. It was a trap maybe? This complete stranger was trying to get her in trouble, but the second she hears soft moans and the squeaky rocking of a bed, Margaret was too curious to sit. She climbs the stairs, careful not to add more noise to the growing sounds of grunting and slapping skin.

She hears the noises coming from her bedroom. Her bedroom? A small crack in the door was wide enough to see in on everything. Margaret cupped her hand to the mouth at what she saw. Casey was completely naked, except the cheerleader skirt which belongs to Margaret. Her hair was tied on both sides like a school girl, and she was riding Bria, bouncing on her cock in complete ecstacy. Her eyes rolled up, narrowed in a funny looking way, while Bria, moaning in pleasure, grips her hands at Casey's waist. Bria notices a flicker of shadow moving across the door crack and grins.

"I didn't peg you for such a hungry girl. Have you ever had a cock before?" Says Bria.

"Yes," Casey moans out.

"Do you watch porn? What do you touch yourself to?"

"I...I love watching school sluts getting punished," Casey whispers. "I love watching spoiled brats spanked and used."

"Mmm. That's hot. What kind of punishment do you think of?"

"I think of them sucking a cock in front their friends. A teacher fucks them in front of the class, and..."

"And?"

Casey voice slips. "Watching them get pregnant. I love seeing them get punished with a creampie, seeing them walk around with a baby bump around school, making their girlfriends jealous."

"Is that what you want? Do you want to be schooled properly and be taught discipline with a baby growing in that belly of yours?"

"Oh my God, I'm such a whore." Casey moans go a little louder. "Your cock feels so good. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want a baby."

"How come you didn't find a boyfriend in school to knock you up?"

"I'm...not very sociable."

"Aww, how adorable. That's fine, we are going to fix that, and I will be more than happy to make this a memorable punishment for being a naughty schoolgirl slut."

"Yes, knock me up. Make me a mommy."

Margaret is recording everything on her phone. From her angle, she got Casey on full display, but Bria remains hidden. With several videos taken, Margaret was all too excited to snap a few pictures and send it to her friends, but she forgot to silence her phone, and the soft camera shutter alerts Casey to the door.

"W-what?"

"Oh fuck, im cumming!" Bria shouts.

"Was that...? Wait, cumming?"

Bria unburdens herself, her balls tightening ans squeezing her week long load, string after string of cum firing into the depths of Casey. The college girl was too stunned to make up what was her priority. Her mind could not figure out if she should be enjoying the warm cum that filled her or concerened that Margaret was watching them. For now, she settles on the feeling and pleasure that she can be a mother.

"Would you kindly step in Margaret?" Bria calls. "Don't worry, I'm not done with her."

Margaret steps in. The chiding smile of a scheming schoolgirl written on her face.

"M-Margaret?" Casey says with some fear in her voice, but Bria kept thrusting in Casey.

"Don't worry, Casey. She won't tell a soul. In fact, I bet we you two can work out a deal."

"A deal?" Casey moans.

"She won't show anyone this little bit of fun we are having, afterall, that would mean your mother would fire Casey, isn't that right, Margaret?"

Margaret drops her smile. There goes her plans, and the truth is she does want Casey around.

"In exchange, Casey will teach you a thing or two about sex. I bet she will be more than happy to show you her porn stache, and show how to be a hotty in bed. How does that sound?"

Margaret was more than thrilled to accept thia request. Casey voice trails as Bria does not relent with her thrusting. Considering that Casey has **** material, she has nothing to bargain with. So, she agrees.

To seal the deal, Bria has Margaret watch closely as Bria pumps one more load of her seed into the college girl. How she is going to raise a child and be a college student is going to be a challenge, but considering the mother seems fairly well off, its possible she might help, or perhaps Margaret might take responsibility off of the new single mother.

Regardless, Bria dresses up and departs, satisfied, knowing that she will have left a bit of herself for a happy family. As she leaves, Bria can hear Margaret so excited to ask several questions about what had just transpired. Casey, still dazed from her experience, could not help answering in the most crude of ways.

...

As Bria looks at the bounty list, the profile picture of Alicia Parker caught her attention: a jaded woman whose only interest is in women, works part time, living off her parents shares, frequents bars and strip clubs to find someone who can satisfy her.

From short observations on her wherabouts, Bria caught on that this Alicia was the domineering hunter type, the thirstiest of lesbians, a woman after Bria's heart. Entering a women's only strip club, she finds Alicia already talking up some ladies at a table and entering their private booth, before walking out in laughter after ten minutes and continues on to the next girl she finds.

Bria walks up to the bar, orders a drink, tosses up some cash, and makes a few requests. The irritation in her pants was a nuisance. She either has to watch a strip tease or Alicia making out with another woman. It was like playing Lily's game all over again.

In a brief moment, the two make eye contact, and Bria glances away, forcing out an awkward smile. Alicia comes up and leans against the counter next to her, trying hard to catch Bria's attention. Bria glances over and looks down to see her breasts, her cleavage tantelizing her further. Bria glances away again.

"Like what you see?" Alicia says in the loose confidence that makes her seem so imposing.

"I do," Bria says before Alicia presses her lips into Bria's.

"You've been watching me?" Alicia bites on Bria's lip. "Were you jealous of those girls getting my attention?"

"More than you know..."

Her little ruse works. The two sit in pure bliss, Bria acclimating to the thirsty girl. She has a rather aggressive approach to the way she feels up Bria. The futa has no doubt that others are watching, and, if she was being honest, she likes the attention, as she is sure Alicia does as well.

Bria in turn hugs around Alicia's waist, moving them down just above her buttocks. Risky, but she has good reason to believe this one wants anything.

"Ooh, how daring," Alicia coos. "Let's go somewhere more private." Then her hands feel the fighting bulge in Bria's pants and she stops.

"I hope my little surprise won't keep us from having a good time," Bria whispers.

Alicia's hand continues to rub her cock. "Ive played with strapons...but it's been some time since I have met another one your kind."

She thinks for a time. With a smile, she takes Bria by the hand. In a few short minutes, the door to the bathroom locks behind the two, and the they waste no time stripping off their pants. Alicia, then, pushes Bria into the corner of the handicap stall and plants one leg on the bar, resting her maidenhood right onto Bria's cock. She is incredibly wet and the full length slides in. Bria holds up Alicia and thrusts time to lesbian.

"Harder. Fuck! I love it! I love it!" Alicia yells, moving her hips in more violent motions. She plants her other foot on the other side bar and holds herself (more accurately, Bria is doing the holding) up, wrapping her arms around the futa.

This girl is wild. Even as someone knocks on the door, Alicia does not make any effort in hiding her animalistic screams, instead forcing her lips in Bria's to keep her from speaking. Even with the music as loud as it is, there is no way the people outside can't hear what's going on.

Bria can tell she has practice with a cock, but now she imagines her being this wild with a baby in her, sitting around groups of women, servicing them, while a futa behind her presses her member inside her, and all the while, she begs for more, even when the party is spent.

"Fuck," Bria's little imagination marks an end to this little party. Bria's balls squueze and her breath grows hotter, getting so close to the edge. Taking Alicia's butt into her hands, she hold her steady while she thrusts her hips in time with the party girl.

"Oh my God! Yes!," Alicia can barely think. Her own orgasm is building. She eases her movement, giving Bria full control. "Fuck yes! Im cumming..."

In seconds, the two give off a primal groan as they cum in unison. Alicia takes extra bounces, enjoying the hot spunk that's filling her womb while it spills out of her maiden's entrance and splattering on the floor in a small puddle. It was bliss. Absolute bliss.

Bria still holds her up. The two remain in their position and Alicia gently bounces on Bria. "Fuck..." Alicia breaths. "You came in me...fuck...it feels so good. I want more."

Unfortuantely, they wouldn't get the chance for another round. The door unlocks, and a muscled, female bouncer drags the two out of the bathroom, past a long line of people who were waiting on them, and tosses them out the back door. Their clothes were thrown on them shortly after.

Alicia laughs while the door slams behind them. "Ha! You wish you had as much as fun as we did!" She keeps laughing as she puts on her jeans, but can't seem to find her underwear anywhere. In fact, she can't find Bria.