She keeps all her promises

One short week later, after Bria was just beginning to feel her mutual friend had broken her promise, a knock came at her door. Bria was met by a young woman, wearing a very revealing see-through dress, quickly noticing there is no lingerie underneath. She held her hands together, gleefully, covering her barely visible nudity, while smiling and lowering her eyes to Bria's crotch.

"Mistress Bria," The woman bowed her head. "This is from Mistress Delaney" She pulls out a black letter with "FFW" in a cursive font printed in white on the cover and hands it to Bria.

"Uhh. Thanks." Bria took the letter, wishing to ask a few questions, but the woman quickly turns and leaves with a chiding giggle.

Bria scratched her head, but not wanting to miss out on what she believed to be her mutual friend, she toar open the letter and inspected its contents. It marked the location of the place and instructions for making her way inside, signed by Elizabeth Delaney.

Bria wasted no time getting in the car and sped off to the aforementioned place. Awaiting her was a hotel-like structure sitting among the rest of the towering buildings of the city district. Inspecting the entrance and posters, Bria noticed that it was a genetic research facility while also operating as a medicinal site for pharmaceuticals. Attempting to enter, she was greeted by the front desk agent, who asked her name, and lit up.

"Oh, Ms. Foster!" the agent says, and guides Bria to the elevator and takes up her to the 21th floor. Sitting behind a large, dark desk in a wide room, surrounded by statuettes and paintings of expressive females, some even pregnant, sat Elizabeth Delaney, wearing a pearl white, formal suit, reminding Bria of a feminine, lawyer's attire. The room was exquisite, from the table, to the floor and carpenting, to the decoration on the walls. Even the large window opened up to the city to a breathtaking view of the city below.

Elizabeth looks up from her paperwork, still possessing the same solemn care of formality. "Welcome Miss Foster," She says. "I am glad you could make it."

"A deal's a deal," Bria shrugged.

"I would have preferred the news outlets didn't catch wind of your event," Elizabeth said sternly. "Nevertheless, you did your part, and I promised to fulfil my end of our arrangement. Please sit." Elizabeth extends her hand towards the fancy chair across from her.

Bria moves up and takes her seat. "This offer better be worth it," she said, eyeing up her 'payment,' and stripping Elizabeth in her mind, pondering the hourglass form hiding in her suit, although Bria suspected Elizabeth was privy to her glances.

"Our messager wasn't enough?"

Bria smirks, remembering that see through material. "She certainly was...enticing."

Elizabeth leans forward in her chair. "Let's resume our previous conversation. Of the 437 women you mated, following Officer Mindy Atkins timely happenstance..."

"Only 437?" Bria teased.

"Of those women," Elizabeth resumed. "We projected the total number of futas born to be 26."

Bria blinked. "26? I knew futas are rare, but,...shit."

"Between a male and a female, a narrow chance always exists. Prior history with futanari genes can bump that number. Of course a drastic chance comes when a futa becomes directly involved," Elizabeth wipes her glasses. "The bellies you have been stuffing weren't for nothing. We do a lot of research and work to improve the chances for futa to thrive. Out of all the children you made, if a futa were to breed with them when they come of age, that includes breeding a futa, the projected number will be closer to 7-1. In another generation, 3-1."

Bria simply looked at Elizabeth in disbelief. Resting herself back in the chair, she crossed her arms thinking. "So,...Mindy Atkins...?"

Elizabeth nodded. "She was a descendant of a 2nd generation futa, despite her preach for family, her mother worked for us and conceived with one of our associates twice behind her husband's back, something we wanted neither child to be aware of, and would prefer to keep it that way."

Bria chuckled, thinking now about that family. It made her think about Candace's rowdy lust-driven night, whilst thinking about Mindy's well endowed experience for tongue play. That entire family was far from any conceivable ideal of family. Bria grinned, knowing Elizabeth was aware they were doing this without the husband's knowledge and in the knowledge that its happening with other families too. All for futakind.

Elizabeth continued. "Mindy and Candace represented the best possible outcomes for our organization. However, the chances don't improve from there. Every 3rd gen descendant girl born from them will share the same the chance. A small 25% chance, while enough to get the real work started, is not what we are aiming for. Crossbreeding with futa has shown to improve the odds marginally, although..."

"Let me guess, they want to do the breeding instead?" Bria asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "We work with many futas, but we can't risk dettering them unless they are seeking to be mothers themselves. Similarly, the females. We want them to be mothers, and birth many, but we must provide financial support for them. Of course, we do have a bit more bias towards those that raise futas.

"What about Candace?" Bria asked.

"She is raising a futa. A Congratulations is in order, but she is one of the few that represents the best chances for bringing futas to the world. This is the reason I wanted you here. You could be doing more work in the world if you understood who you go after. Stumbling your way into every womb you meet won't cut it, at least, not until 40 years down the line. Someone like you, we could be developing further now. It's only taken so long because reaching out you has been more tedious than it should have been."

Bria's cock had already begun to work its magic. A bounty on wombs, and an organization dedicated to making her progeny more prominent in this world. And she may even be paid for this? The temptation was almost too much.

"How did you even find me?" Bria asked. "I went through a lot of trouble to stay off the grid."

"We had a lot of competition to sort through," Elizabeth picked up a sheet of paper. "Under normal circumstances, we would just wait until a clinic would show up a woman with your dna inside of them, but there would often be a full 24 hour delay before picking up your trail. We are fortunate enough that somebody reported a 'public showing' from this very building and got a good look at your face with our cameras," Elizabeth waves her open hand to her side.

Bria looks over and notices a rather familiar hotel in the distance, squinting her eyes until she realized it was the exact same one where she bred Sadie Orison. A smile came to her face, both of the memory, and the fact that several women and futas got to enjoy her little show.

"Glad I can provide some entertainment," Bria slied.

"Many of us are eager, Miss Foster, to see the world change and we want to deliver on that promise," Elizabeth crossed her fingers while resting her elbows on the desk. "A woman like Sadie Orison contained history of futa dna. That information alone creates competetion for our girls to leave a baby in someone like her. You, of course, beat us to the race."

"This is all very good," Bria changed the topic, "but if you understood that I enjoy 'meandering' as much as I do, why would I need to do anything you say? You have given me a mission statement and little else up to this point. Also, it sounds like I will be limited to those you want knocked up."

Elizabeth pushed her glasses up. "On the contrary, we operate more on a 'first cum, first serve' basis, and that includes the standard hapless girl you come across, provided you stay under the radar. You will have your women. We only provide the information; everyone else takes care of the rest. We even have bounties on special targets for select futas. But if you want a more concrete proof that you are free as I promised, then allow me to show you this," Elizabeth passed along the sheet of paper.

Bria looked carefully, and noticed that the sheet was a list of companies and people that she owed money to. The total number reached $313,708, a number which impressed her, given how fortunate she was that she even managed to live with a number like that. Next to each of them showed a printed copy stamp that read 'settled.'

"H...hang on..." Bria looked up to Elizabeth, then back to the paper.

"Its exactly what you think it is," Elizabeth said. "But in case you need to hear it from my mouth, your debts are settled."

A strange feeling came over Bria. No more debts. No more debt collectors. No more running. No more paying - or sucking- off collectors from late night visits. Checking back the sheet, she noticed there were still a number of substantial debts that weren't settled.

"How come these aren't paid off?" Bria showed Elizabeth the list.

"Let me put it this way," Elizabeth rested her hands together. "We have rates on each women you bred, with a large bonus for each futa bor, in case you need more reason to go after targets. What we have helped you settle on your behalf was based on what we offer to all our associates. And yes, repeat partners apply.

Bria eyes lit up. "Your bosses put this much money into futas?"

Elizabeth let out a disturbing chuckle. "Now you understand how big this? Our matrons are providing their full financial support for this operation. It should go without saying they have money."

Bria looked once more at the sheet. The figure left over was 26,208. Still a long way to go, but if any of this could be cleared, then it would mean a life without needing to constantly run away, while getting to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Strange. She was so used to believing that, in time, it would all one day just end, like it should have in the police station, preparing herself to face trial and disappearing from the world. Instead, she was given this.

"Tell me one more thing," Bria turned to look at Elizabeth. "Why go through so much effort to do this for me?"

Elizabeth keeps her smile. "We have many reasons, but the primary one is your record of breeding. Many of our futas do a lot of work seeding the world with as many women as possible, but we only have two others among this facility who possess such a record."

Bria raised an eyebrow. Her curiosity peeked. "Really?"

"It may surprise you to hear that they have more confirmed pregnancies than you do, and of course, more confirmed futa born." Elizabeth now teased Bria, knowing full well she had her in her grasps, and Bria bit her lip in excitement.

Bria knew this all seemed too enticing, the sheer fact her own financial woes are being resolved and an endless see of women before her made it tempting to just ask to fuck Elizabeth as a sign on bonus. But something in Bria clicked when she heard that someone, two futas, have more confirmed pregnancies than her. There was underlying sense of frustration, knowing she could have been more effecient or at least picking up pussy at a more regular rate.

"I think I would like to meet these girls of yours," Bria finally spoke.

"We can have that arranged," Elizabeth stood up and made her way to the door. "At this time, we are holding an event. One that might interest you."

Bria also stood up. "What kind of event?"

"It would be better if I showed you..." Elizabeth escorted Bria down to the main floor, then took a second elevator to the basement, the room which looked more like an art museum in the making. They walk through a closet door, and Elizabeth pushed against the back wall, and it opened up into a long corridor.

"We need to maintain absolute secrecy for events like this," Elizabeth said. "Or else the authorities might take action. But we have plenty of people who work behind the scenes to keep things quiet."

Bria and Elizabeth stopped before what looked a gate. Elizabeth pushed them open and Bria froze with astonishment at the sight before her. It was a large bath house with stone walls and pillars, and dimly lit lights, something out of a medieval fantasy. Scattered throughout the space were women and futa alike, all naked, all of them in heat and lost in the pleasure of each other. Many turned to look at Bria, several women looked at her with wonder. In the center of the room, was a large tree and a neon sign hanging above that read 'Garden of Eden.' Bria's jaw was left dropped at its magnitude, both for the large attendance and investment in making this fantasy into a reality simply for the theme.

"Its impolite to gock, Miss Foster." Elizabeth said, snapping Bria out of her trance. She then pointed to three women and motioned a come-hither gesture with her finger.

Three women stood before Bria, one of them, the orange haired one, wore a lace black gown that Bria could see easily through. She wore lingerie that was just too short, the bra revealing the bottom half of her breast while her skirt beneath the gown did not hide she wore nothing.

The other two girls, a blonde and a violet hair women, were both naked, leashed with leather collars that the orange hair lady held. Bria noted that only the purple hair woman was pregnant by a few months.

"Welcome," The orange hair mistress spoke. "We have been waiting for you."

The two leashed girls bowed their heads and smiled.

"Girls," Elizabeth addressed them. "Please take good care of Miss Foster." She turned and was about to leave. "Oh and Miss Foster? Welcome to the Futa Foundation." She winked a smile.