Success

Amanda had been suspicious for a few days before the test had confirmed it. It had started with a dull ache deep inside of her breasts that wouldn't go away, before long she could have sworn they were actually bigger than they had been before. Since she never wore clothes it was impossible to tell if her waist had started to grow, but there were other undeniable signs that pointed in one direction: she was pregnant. One of the hundreds of men who had released their potent seed deep inside of her had made her a mother. It was impossible to sleep each night, she wondered if it would show on the test the next morning but it didn't for a few days.

It shocked her when she realized it, but she wasn't scared, ashamed, or disgusted. In fact, she was relieved. She didn't know how long she'd been a breeding ****, but it was long enough for both Becca and Amy to become pregnant a while back. Already Amy's small breasts hung full and heavy from her skinny frame and her stomach was starting to show, ever so slightly. The soft curves of Becca's body hid her stomach better, but her tits couldn't hide anything. Each day Becca filled four bottles with her milk, with more left over. Even through the sounds of her work, Amanda had caught snippets of conversation between the hands and the bulls. The master was getting frustrated with her inability to get pregnant. He thought it would have taken much less time they said, fertility **** were expensive and he didn't want to waste money on a cow he'd have to let go.

So when Amanda squatted over the bucket that cloudy morning and relived herself over the pregnancy test her heart was beating a million miles a minute. The master's head was so close to her chest as he held the test under her she was afraid he'd be able to hear it beating. She couldn't bear to look as he waiting on the test, glaring at it as if daring it to reveal it's secret. "Well I'll be..." he finally said before turning to show Amanda the test. Two faint blue lines greeted her: she was definitely pregnant. "I did it Breeder 1, you asked me to make you a mommy and look, I did." Tears welled in Amanda's eyes as he spoke, she couldn't believe she was finally pregnant. It didn't phase her one bit that she had no idea who the father was or even what he looked like. The master bent over and took her chin in his hand, pulling her up to meet his eyes. "What do we say....?" he said, his voice trailing off. "T-thank you master" Amanda managed to say. "For....?" he continued. "For...filling my fertile pussy and getting me pregnant." "Your welcome ****." Amanda was still squatting over the filth filled bucket, she hadn't had time to register the pain in her legs from holding the uncomfortable position.

From above, Amanda's master looked down at his creation. The toned, defiant, brunette who'd come to him to free her sister was now pregnant and squatting in front of him. Her pussy on full display and tears on her cheeks. She didn't know it yet, but she was well on the way to being broken. Just like beasts of burden needed to be trained hard until they learned, so too did a good ****. Especially ones from outside the island. The bondage and the group breeding had done the hard work, wearing down her sense of self as bull after bull entered her, using her as a warm cock sleeve. Her continued failure to get knocked up had done the rest, the worry soaking deep into her psyche. Unbeknownst to her, he'd continued her on a course of birth control far beyond her initial stay. Being the last of the group would be the final stroke needed to break her will. Now he could re-build her into the perfect breeding ****.