Be Chloe, one month later

The birthing center resembles the Fort OBGYN Wellness Center: rubber floors, big mirrors on the walls, and spinning fans providing fresh air. But instead of exercise equipment, there are soft mats, stools, chairs, and even ropes scattered over the floor that laboring Breeders use for support.

You stand in front of the mirror wearing your green Breeder uniform top that exposes everything below your shoulders, your green stockings that reach your mid-thigh, and your sneakers that grip wet floors. You’ve changed a lot in one month, thanks to your new RAD and day after day of breeding.

Your once firm D-cups have gotten softer and grown visibly larger, perhaps a full cup size larger, and their once small pink nipples are now big, thick, and brown. You’re pleased that they haven’t sagged, like you worried they would after hearing about the possible side effects.

Your skin is also softer, and though it’s still pale your blood rises to its smooth surface more readily when you’re excited.

You’ve managed to avoid putting on baby weight, but even so your pussy lips have gotten thicker, and they now stick out from your body, just begging for a man to stroke his strong fingers over them. To spread them apart and reveal your responsive pink hole that aches for his cum.

Though your body is now that of a Breeder, you sadly aren’t pregnant at the moment. You gave birth shortly after you woke up this morning. After having lunch with your pregnant friend, Leah, you kept her company during her own labor while admiring her round belly and wishing it was yours.

Lately, you’ve been lingering in the spacious birth room even after your friends leave for more Breeder training or their daily work assignments. It’s such a good spot to see girls with especially large pregnant bellies. Your own belly has shrank back to its usual firm but flat state.

You’re chatting with Sarah, a 26 year old breeding instructor with neck-length brown hair and huge sagging breasts, even bigger than her head, her thick pierced nipples drawing even more attention to them. The first time you saw Sarah in the birth room with her unusual nipple-jewelry, the stud in her nose, and roses with sharp thorns tattooed on her right thigh, you hesitated to ask her for help, even though it was your first time giving birth.

But you didn’t have to ask. She walked right up to you and your pregnant friends with a warm smile and coached you all through the whole thing. She even took the baby from between your thighs and put it in one of those ugly black boxes to send it to OBGYN before you had recovered your strength. You were upset, at first refusing to let her comfort you while your trembling legs couldn’t stand up.

“But now, I know you were doing me a favor,” you tell her, “it took me a dozen more babies to really get over sending away my first.”

“It always hurts to do that to the new girls who get too attached,” Sarah explained as you looked at your well-used bodies in the mirror, “I can tell by the way they hold their bellies that they aren't ready to let go. They have to learn that they can enjoy their time with each baby even though they know it won’t last.”

“Yeah, being a breeding instructor must be difficult,” you reply. Actually, you think it sounds amazing. Getting to look at pregnant girls all day while waiting to get pregnant yourself, what could be better?

“Yeah, but it’s worth it. We make this camp a friendlier place. And so long as you don't mind handling other girls' babies, it certainly beats cleaning up jizz, ” Sarah laughs. Newbies like you end up doing that job more often than not. Naked janitorial work, almost exclusively cleaning bodily fluids. The number of times some of these buildings have to be cleaned every day...

“Um, Sarah, how do you become a breeding instructor?” You finally ask her.

“If you want to be a breeding instructor, you have to be willing to spread your legs for anyone,” Sarah explains, “so it’s not the best job if you’re already fixated on your future husband.” You blush at her mention of “husband”. A couple of guys your age have taken you out on dates, but they turned out to be pretty boring when your lust was sated.

The other night, you ended up going home with an older guy, a science Breeder named Joe. Your heart was racing. You share a bunkhouse with four guys and a bunch of girls. Lately the guys have gotten used to the arrangement, and they sometimes argue over which one of them gets to sleep in your bed. But actually going over to a guy’s apartment... it felt so much more exciting.

You never imagined before you came here that you would ever visit a stranger’s home just to sleep with him… to fuck him. That’s what Joe insisted you call it. Fucking. He was so strong, so rough with you. You were so wet. And after, you talked for hours before falling asleep. You wished you had saved that day’s egg for him. You wonder if you’ll see him again.

“Chloe? Did you hear me?” Sarah asked.