We find out through the eyes of Dana Smith

Dana Smith nuzzled into her husband's embrace, feeling his strong arms wrap around her as they settled for the night. As he held her, both of their eyes drifted to her navel where Dana's soft hands traced small circles over her toned stomach. "I can't wait for us to have our first child." She said as she stared at herself, imagining her still flat belly round with pregnancy.

"I know, me neither." Her husband responded, giving her a gentle kiss on her head. He too kept his gaze locked on her belly, picturing what it would eventually grow to be. "How was it? Was it as bad as you were expecting?"

"No!" she sighed, remembering her experience. She recalled how nervous she'd been and giggled. "Gosh, it was much less stressful than I'd imagined it to be. And Travis, he was so kind to me. I can see why Julie recommended him." And she trailed off, pausing before recounting her day to her husband.

The last time he'd seen her was earlier that afternoon when he was dropping her off at the clinic. Dana had been an anxious mess the week leading up to the big day, and she didn't know what to expect. Following the clinic's regulations, she'd done the necessary preparations and had done all the research she could on the matter, but it still didn't help settle her nerves. Justin, her husband, noticed how tense she was and had given her a hug; his way of comforting her.

"You sure you don't want me in there with you?" He'd asked, wanting to do everything he could for his way. But she'd just waved off his offer, wanting to do this on her own. He'd nodded, and watched as she made her way into the clinic, intent on getting bred.

Once inside, she'd turned around, catching one last glimpse of before he'd driven off. She'd been unable to stop herself from sighing, feeling how much she loved him at that moment. He'd been so supportive, having helped her with her research and even taking part in choosing her breeder. While Justin wasn't interested in fathering the child himself, something he shared with most men of the world, he also differed from them by being one of the few who wanted to ensure that the children he raised came from the best possible suitor. He'd been a great help, going over the extensive medical information the clinic had supplied and discussing the pros and cons with each options. She was glad she'd married him.

"Dana Smith?" The receptionist had inquired, noticing her arrival. "Are you the evening arrival for Travis Blake?" Dana blushed at her words, ignoring the wondering gazes from the other women in the waiting room, all nearing a decade older than herself, and nodded as she approached the counter, giving the girl her information.

Once that'd been finished, the receptionist had ushered her into a back hallway as they headed towards one of the breeding rooms. "Now since you're a first time mother, I'll go over what you can expect." She'd said as they walked, the girl wanting to put Dana at ease. "You'll first be asked a couple of questions regarding your treatment. This is done just so that we can confirm that you've followed the procedures we've laid out for you before today's appointment and that you're ready to proceed. Then, once you've been prepped, you'll be inseminated five times over the course of fifteen minutes. I know that seems like a lot but with the male refractory period being as efficient as it is, it's best to use it to our advantage. We know how stressing motherhood can be and it saves you from having to make another appointment." Upon hearing that, she'd relaxed a little; it'd been good learning they were professionals. "After that, you'll be kept in the chamber where we'll be monitoring you for a while, ensuring fertilization has been successful. Once we can confirm it, we'll call your husband and ensure your safe travel back home. Understood?"

Dana had nodded once more as they arrived to her breeding chambers, a small room with a couple monitors, a closet, and a single bed. Not having known what to expect, the plainness of the room had shocked her, leaving her agape in the center of it as the receptionist left. "Travis will be with you shortly!" The door shut with a soft click.

Unsure what to do, Dana chose to sit on the bed, idly taking in her surroundings, her eyes glancing from medical poster adorning the walls to the small collection of fertilization equipment stored near the back of the room. Her mind too focused on wondering what they were for, she'd barely noticed time pass and it hadn't been long before there was a knock on the door. "Dana Smith?" A deep, male voice had asked, and a man she recognized entered soon after.

She'd never met him, but she knew of him; Dana being intimately familiar with Travis Blake, having obtained his file from the clinic. She and her husband had specifically chosen him, and she'd been glad to see that he resembled the photo in his file. He'd come in carrying a wooden clipboard, and they'd exchange small pleasantries before moving onto the next step.

"So before we begin, I need to ask you a few question." Dana had nodded, having been told this by the receptionist. "To start off, have you been taking the supplements we've prescribed you?"

"Yes, I am." She'd affirmed, having done so every day for the past week. As she'd been explained before, the supplements were taken in order to induce ovulation. It took a daily dose every day for roughly a week before a girl's ovulation period could be triggered, and that had been part of the reason why Dana'd been anxious all week. Ovulation brought forth new hormones into her system, cramps where she'd never experienced any before, and an exceedingly wet pussy. While Dana had been horny in the past, it was like her vagina had been awoken, as though it sensed that it was finally going to be used for its intended purpose. She'd felt swollen, horny, undeniably empty and yet, inexplicably feminine.

"Good, and have you waxed your pubic hair, like we'd asked you too?"

"Ahh, um... Yes." She'd blushed at that one, ashamed of admitting it. That had probably been the most painful process until now. Of course, her husband wasn't a fan; he preferred her with a full bush and had claimed she looked like a teenage girl without it. But she understood why the clinic asked her to do it - it was tradition for a girl to enter motherhood with a bare vagina. Besides, her husband had never touched her there anyway, so why did he care?

"Okay, good. One last question before we proceed - are you sure you want to continue?" He'd said, looking up from his clipboard. That one, she hadn't been expecting, and she paused unsure what to respond. He'd sense her hesitation immediately. "I mean, I know the law dictates you need to be at least twenty-five to sign up for motherhood," he'd explained, "but most women wait until they're at least in their late thirties before booking an appointment with us. Unless I'm mistaken, your records state you're only twenty-six Mrs. Smith, and-"

"No, I'm sure!" She'd said, interrupting him. "I've... I've wanting this since I was a little girl. And Justin and I are ready. We... We want a child."

He'd nodded, understanding. Putting the clipboard away, he'd explained to her how to get ready for insemination. She'd been glad the clinic respected her choice to not get naked. She'd worn a buttplug adorned with a large blue gem just in case, but Travis had her wear a pair of large panties with an opening at the crotch, ensuring that only her pussy was exposed to him at all times.

"There's two positions that work best." He'd explained, "Missionary or doggy. Both have the benefit of angling your body so that my sperm pools as deep as it can go inside you, but both have cons that matter women. The former allows for the woman to watch conception as it happen, since you'd have your face in the pillows during doggy. However, for some woman, watching me inseminate them reminds them too much of having sex with their husbands, and they feel like they're cheating. Which one would you like?"

"Um... Doggy!" She'd answered with a blush, jumping onto the bed and getting into position. When she'd been there, in the moment, despite as anxious as she'd been, it had also felt exhilarating. Animalistic. Here she was, about to be bred. About to be given motherhood. She felt a shot of arousal, centered around her already drenched cunt.

She'd felt his weigh settle on the mattress behind her, and she'd swallowed nervously. She'd braced herself for his cock but instead had felt his finger, gently probing her wet, inner fold. "Have you ever had anything inside your vagina before today?"

"A few fingers when I was a teenager. Nothing since." Despite being honest, it felt like her blush was permanently resting on her cheeks. In her later visits, the experience wouldn't be as embarrassing.

"Good, that will make things easier." And then he'd entered her proper.

In hindsight, it had felt a lot like sex. Not as pleasurable, and now that she'd experience vaginal penetration, she'd could be certain in her choice of preferring anal. Still, when he'd entered her, she hadn't been able to stop herself from gasping, pleasure coursing through her.

"Oh gosh!"

He'd chuckled. "How is it?" He'd said as he slowly inserting more of himself.

"Differently. But good. Fuck, it's nice." She felt the familiar and strangely comforting sensation of his balls smacking her pelvis, the act reminding her of when she'd fuck her husband. Soon, he'd began breeding her in earnest, and as pleasure radiated through her, she'd remembered the advice she'd read about dealing with the guilt of it being pleasurable. In essence, she was to normalize the situation; make her breeder talk.

"So", she'd said between his grunts, "I take it you have a fetish for this kind of thing?"

He'd chuckled again - this wasn't the first time he'd been asked this. "I wouldn't be good at my job if I didn't. It takes a special kind of man to breed a woman."

She had moaned, both in response to him hitting a particular spot inside her, and in agreement to what he'd said. "Yeah, my husband wasn't interested. Not that he isn't a good man - he'll be an excellent father to your child. He just isn't interested."

When he didn't reply, she'd felt like an idiot who was just stating the obvious. After all, had her husband been interested in siring their children, she wouldn't be here.

She'd decided to try another topic. "Um... You were actually recommended to me by a colleague of mine."

"Oh?" When he'd exclaimed that, breaking his stream of grunts, she knew she'd had him interested.

"Yeah, she was a client of yours, oh maybe five years ago. You fathered her third child, saying you were the kindest breeder she had."

"She must have been one of my firsts." He'd replied, his thrusts growing more rushed. "I'm glad to hear she'd doing well. The fact that two of my progeny will be growing up so close to each other... Oh fuck, that makes me... Fuck!" He'd thrust particularly deep inside her, burying his full length within her virgin depths, and then the moment happened. She felt a flush of warmness flood her insides, her face buried in the pillows, and she knew it had happened.

They'd repeated the process four more times.

Later that evening, cradled in her husbands arms, Dana Smith fell asleep with a smile on her face. Come nine months from now, she'd be a mother!