I will spread my legs for anyone

“Oh, right. Yes, I’m willing to spread my legs for anyone,” you reply. Sarah grins. Sometimes you surprise yourself with thoughts like ‘even a prostitute wouldn’t say that’. You’ve had sex with over twenty men since you came here. The numbers get blurry. Does oral count? What about when he cums on you without touching you first? Most of your sex has been with your bunkmates or hot guys who confidently accost you in public. You’ve been to a couple of events set up just for sex.

At first, you were scared by the mental change the RAD brought out in you. You aren’t merely excited when men look at you. Now, you constantly feel a hunger, a need for their touch. You have become a true Breeder, an eager vessel for men's genes. It occurs to you:

“Sarah, I’ve only seen you have sex in here once.”

“Yeah, you only see me at work in here, but I work other places, too. A breeding instructor actually has to do a lot of instruction for Breeders who aren’t breeding enough,” Sarah explains.

“What? But doesn’t everyone breed?” Sarah shakes her head:

“Well, a baby-crazy exhibitionist like you might think that, but actually a lot of the new arrivals, especially part-time ones, end up acting like middle schoolers on opposite sides of a dance floor when they get here. So you have to teach them.” You’re not afraid to show off your body. But, baby crazy? You blush.

“I’m not… crazy,” you say.

“I’ve seen how you look at all these pregnant girls,” Sarah replies as you cross your arms over your big breasts, “at first I wondered if you swing both ways, but then I realized you're not looking at them, but through them.” You’re speechless, avoiding Sarah's gaze. She realizes that something’s wrong.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone’s got their own thing,” Sarah adds.

You were disappointed to learn that many of the girls at this place don’t share your passion for pregnancy, viewing it more as a means to an end. Plenty of girls were here to escape from something or to pursue a dream, but not many had joined for curiosity’s sake. So now you’re trying to be discreet about your kink - exactly what you failed to do in your old life.

“It's fine,” you say, lifting your chin up, “so what do I have to do to be an instructor?”

“You’ll have to spend three months as an instructor-in-training,” Sarah replied, “follow around a breeding instructor during their work hours and do some studying in your free time.” You think about that: trading your hours as a jizz-mopper for a career in standing very close to pregnant girls while you help them with their babies. And whatever else Sarah means by Breeders not breeding enough, but that sounds easy.

“I want to learn from you,” you say, turning to Sarah.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Sarah replies, “I’ve been thinking you’d make a good instructor for a while.”

“Oh, thank you, Sarah! I won’t let you down!” you hug her, your cheek on her shoulder and your bare breasts squishing against Sarah’s even larger pair. Her piercings poke you, but you don’t care. It’s so good to know that Sarah wants this for you. Of all the people you’ve met in Fort OBYGN, you look up to her the most.

“Ok, ok,” Sarah chuckles as you release her, “it’s not all about babies and boys, you know. There’s a lot of work to be done. I’ll get one of the others to cover for me here, and we’ll go to the office to make it official.”

Sarah told you to meet her in the south side rec center near the full-time Breeder bunkhouses for your first day as her trainee. You are disappointed that you won’t be spending your first four hours as an instructor in training in a birthing room, but she did tell you it would be like this.

The rec center is a big building full of multipurpose rooms where special interest groups gather for activities. In the main area there are tables and couches where Breeders sit and talk or play games. There are two big TVs that usually show movies. You come here sometimes to sit with your bunkmates and watch something.

You see Sarah; she’s hard to miss with her extremely curvy profile. She motions for you to join her by the window.

“Alright Chloe, ready to learn what this is all about?” Sarah asks.

“Yes, I’m ready!” you cheerfully respond. A lot of the girls here aren’t pregnant, or else have small bellies. But Sarah must have something planned.

“Look around here and tell me what you see,” Sarah orders you. You look out at the rec center floor. It’s not too crowded in the morning, and the sound of conversation is at a dull roar. You see some students sitting around going through their notes. There are also a few groups of Breeders sitting together or watching TV. Three guys are gathered around a ping pong table bearing a warning not to misuse the equipment.

“Um, just people with their morning free?” You respond. Sarah shakes her head.

“Look again, Chloe,” Sarah says, “All the boys and girls have separated themselves.” You see that she's right. You only see one coed group, and it’s a group of men with only one woman.

“But this place isn’t really for sex, is it? I mean, it’s not exactly a sexy atmosphere,” you reply. You’ve seen people have sex in here sometimes, usually couples, or else a sex event in one of the rooms. But normally this is the place to go if you’re seeking a different form of entertainment.

“You’re right, Chloe. We came here because others don’t come here looking for sex, or else come here to procrastinate on looking for sex. As a breeding instructor, you’re going to be tasked with fixing hard cases, girls and boys who have good genes but couldn’t charm their way out of a paper bag. For that, you have to know how to turn on the charm yourself. So pick an unsuspecting man to make yours,” says Sarah. You look around. On Sarah’s instruction, you didn’t have sex this morning. Now your body is especially needy.

The guys in here look good to you, but they’re all soft, their minds on other things. Being functionally nude all the time makes their clothes cleaner and harder to lose, but they get used to it quickly. There’s nudity, and then there’s sex.

Now that you think about it, you’ve pretty much always been approached by guys for sex. Your bunkmates are used to using you, and sometimes climb on top of you without a word. You could go to a high traffic area of Fort OBGYN and wait for a guy to approach you with an erection and a sexy smile. With your looks it wouldn’t take long. At sexual meet-ups the guys are so aggressive, like Joe was when he invited you back to his place right after your first time having sex. Can you be aggressive?

“Don’t think too hard about which one, even if these guys aren’t the type to be out chasing girls, they’re all cute, right?” says Sarah, “All you have to do with these guys is remind them they’re desirable.”