Jenna, a college student - Reality Warping Notebook

I made my way into Mr. Parsen's math lecture, rubbing my eyes. It should be a crime to have class this early in the morning, thank god for whoever invented sweat pants, because I would hate to have to get up any earlier to make myself presentable, and as an added bonus, it keeps men's eyes from wandering. I take a seat on one side of the curved lecture hall, where a few of the other girls from the class sit. Since we make up such a small portion of the class compared to men, most of us choose to sit together.

I get my notebook out as Mr. Parsen begins writing some problems up on the board and I copy them down. I briefly pause as I catch up with him writing, and look across the room just in time to see a guy staring at me. I instinctively close my legs so he can't see up my skirt. I shoot him a glare, and he averts his gaze down towards his notebook. Fucking perv, I wish there was some other kind of clothes for women besides short skirts so that I wouldn't have to deal with shit like this.

I start taking some more notes as Mr. Parsen begins writing on the second blackboard. I spread my legs. Why would I sit so uncomfortably with my legs together like that? After all, its only comfortable to sit if my vagina is getting some fresh air. I catch up with Mr. Parsen's writing again, and look across the room again. The guy from before is looking over here again, I give him a brief smile and then look at the board to keep taking notes. After all, its normal for guys to look at a vagina if they see it.

I pause to rub my arms. God its cold in here. You'd think the school would keep things a little warmer considering women are basically naked. My nipples are clearly visible through my Micro-bikini top in the cold room. My small tits getting goosebumps, but I continue taking notes.

I pause my note taking to shift my notepad up. I've reached that point again where my large tits are in the way of my notebook. Us women sure have it tough, with our large tits always getting in the way of things like this. Even then, among those of us in the room, mine are small, barely F-cups. I feel bad for the girl who's gotta have at least I-cups sitting near me who's tits are spilling over half her desk. For a brief moment I think to myself, despite what feminism says, maybe this is why there aren't as many women in STEM fields, if you can't take notes or study effectively, that's gotta make it hard right?

I look back up at the board and curse under my breath. I missed something Ms. Parsen had written on the chalkboard, and her tits have smeared some of the chalk without her noticing. I get ready to say something, when someone says something across the room, its a deeper voice than I'm used to hearing, and look over, along with all the other girls in the class.

"Um, Ms. Parsen, your tits seem to have smeared some of the chalk." He says.

I feel my pussy lubricate just from hearing his voice. I completely forgot that there was a man who went to college here, and he was in my class. They're so rare after all. What was it, 1 in 10,000? 100,000? I can't remember for sure, but they're rare.

Ms. Parsen blushes and apologizes before going back to re-write what was erased.

I'm thankful that he spoke up and review my notes so far as she rewrites. Introduction to female-led male-female sex techniques. Given the incredibly small number of men to women, its important women practice techniques to quickly and effectively make men cum in their pussies to impregnate them.

I drew a few diagrams labelled Cowgirl, Reverse-Cowgirl, and Lotus. I look up and notice that Ms. Parsen has finished writing on the board, and is currently getting into position to demonstrate the Cowgirl position with her chair-dildo. I move to do the same, as do the other women in the class. The guy stands up and begins moving throughout the room, feeling women up. I let out a low moan as I lower myself onto the dildo, just thinking about what it would be like for him to come over here and fuck me. I hear moans from all around me and the guy continues to go around the room, feeling up tits. He pauses for a moment to take some notes in his notebook. God, he's studious too, thats so much better than most men who just breed all day.

I continue grinding the dildo in frustration as I hear women in the room, one after another orgasm as he gropes their tits. Turning me on even more. Fuck I wish I could cum without a man making me. Thankfully he's making his way over here, leaving a wake of **** women behind him, their orgasms so powerful they lost consciousness.

He pauses two seats away from me and mutters something I barely hear but doesn't make sense, "I think she was a woman before."

Then louder he says, "You, pussy up off the dildo, I'm gonna fuck you."

The girl quickly pops off the dildo and struggles to get into a comfortable position. The guy, seemingly annoyed writes something in his notes. Is he keeping track of things that bother him? Oh god, I don't want him to never fuck me in the future if I do something wrong like that. I try to focus on using my cunt to milk the dildo, as I watch the girl place her legs in the special section of the chair for male-female fucking. Her ass pressed upwards, with two nice grooves for her legs to fit in, so the man can easily pump into her vagina, with an adjustable platform so it works for any height.

He quickly begins pumping into the girl, who begins her continuous orgasm. She's quickly drooling, as its clear her mind is being wracked by unimaginable joy. I fuck the dildo harder, imagining myself being the one bent over and fucked. God I hope he can keep going. Eventually I hear him grunt and push in hard, as the girl lets out a loud moan before falling ****. The man withdraws his cock, and writes in his notebook.

God I can't wait for my turn, if he decides to. His cock is still hard, which means he's still aroused and can cum, as long as he finds something arousing, he can cum again. I remember taking notes on that in high school biology.

He moves to the girl next to me, and I can almost taste her arousal as he moves behind her and says, "You're next." She happily pops off the dildo and gets into the fucking position, as she too begins her continuous orgasm through sex. Eventually she too has a load of cum in her.

I let out a soft moan, "Mmmm, I hope that you'll get me pregnant, every woman wants it, I just hope I'm lucky enough." The man looks at me briefly, and hits his forehead, and writes something in his notebook. Maybe he forgot something he needs from the store or something.

I look back over at the other two women. Both have been bred. After all, men always successfully impregnate a woman if they cum in them. As the man moves behind me, I feel my womb heat up, a telltale sign, any moment I'll release an egg. Then, if I don't get fucked, in a few days, I'll have a period. I've never had one before, because I've never had a man within a few feet of me before, god I hope he breeds me, I've heard period's are awful. My mom told me about someone she knew who a guy rejected, and you apparently get awful cramps and bleed a lot.

The guy leans over next to me, "Get that pussy up here, its time to get you bred." He says. I gush off the dildo, dripping with anticipation, and move into position. My big tits hanging low as my pussy is thrust upwards in the specialty seats. What happens next can only be described as a miracle. Continuous pure ecstasy as I feel his cock repeatedly spread me. I lose track of any sense of time until I finally feel his warm cum enter me. Fireworks go off in front of my eyes, as pure joy fills me while I feel my egg be fertilized. As I feel his cock pulling out of me, my consciousness wanes as well, and as it pulls out, I too lose consciousness.

I awaken and look around slightly concerned. I spot a few other women still **** in the fucking position in their chairs. Semen and their own juices staining their legs. Ahem, and my legs too, I realize. That doesn't bother me at all though. After all, I was bred! What a wonderful sensation to have been bred so early in life. Normally, I'd have to do my best in life, and if I was lucky, I could compete with other woman for the rights to a man's sperm, but he just did it in the classroom. Jackpot. I carefully get out of my seat, and crawl out of the room. On my way I pass some other women crawling through campus, clearly late for class at the pace they were going, their tits swinging beneath them. Thank god I'll never have to do that again. I crawl into the student services center, and inform them of my recent breeding status.

The woman gives me a congratulatory nipple pinch, and begins filling out the paper work. From here on, I won't need to work until my daughter is 18, unfortunate women who aren't bred will be paying taxes for that. After all, men are a 1 in 10,000,000 birth. If it weren't for automation, I'd be working through the pregnancy and child rearing, so now its a double blessing.