BREED – PART 1
By Klrxo
The newscaster looked directly into the camera, her expression grave. "In an unprecedented move, the Global Federation has enacted the Repopulation Act, requiring all young men aged 18 to 20 to report to orbital breeding stations along with female family members on their mother's side. Mother, grandmother, sisters, aunts and cousins aged 18 and older must accompany these young men for a mandatory one year breeding assignment."
She paused, letting the shocking news sink in. "With recent breakthroughs allowing a full gestation period of only three months, each woman will be expected to birth four children during her time on the station before being permitted to return to Earth. These children will among the first citizens of the burgeoning Mars colonies.
"Critics are calling the law a gross violation of bodily autonomy and reproductive rights," the newscaster continued. "But Global Federation officials maintain it is a necessary sacrifice to ensure the survival and expansion of the human race. Heavy fines and imprisonment await any who refuse to comply."
The screen filled with a stern government message: REPORT TO YOUR DESIGNATED REPOPULATION HUB IMMEDIATELY! FAILURE TO COMPLY IS A CRIMINAL OFFENSE.
The Richards household erupted into pandemonium as the news sank in. Brook's phone buzzed incessantly as female relatives called, all willing to fulfill their reproductive duties but seeking confirmation and reassurance from her first.
"Of course we'll do our part, honey," Brook heard her mother, Lorraine, say over the line, voice shaking slightly. "It's just so sudden. But if it's for the good of humanity..."
Brook's husband Roger paced the living room, hands balled into fists. "This is insane! Absolutely insane!" he shouted. "They can't just take you away and have you bred repeatedly by our son! It's a violation of our marriage vows!"
Brook felt torn between her civic responsibility and her husband's outrage. Her temples throbbed as she tried to wrap her mind around birthing four babies in the next year - all a product of her 18-year-old son's sperm.
Brook's space lit up with an incoming hologram chat from her sisters and nieces. Their shimmering 3D faces floated above the device, expressions ranging from nervous to determined.
"We have to do this," said her older sister Tara, creamy tit-cleavage heaving as she took a deep breath. "For the future of humanity."
"Agreed," chimed in Kira, Brook's vivacious 36-year-old younger sister. She glanced over her shoulder. "Ignore Doug's complaining back there. He'll have to deal with it like all the other husbands."
One by one, Brook's buxom adult nieces voiced their willingness to join the repopulation effort and be bred by their cousin Liam.
"What about you, Jenna?" Brook asked her redheaded daughter-in-law. "You're okay with this?"
Jenna nodded. "What choice do we have? At least we're all family and we can go through this together."
Behind Jenna, Brook's oldest son Josh paced into view, scowling as he held their newborn. "This is so messed up, mom. I'm supposed to be okay with my younger brother knocking up not only my mom and sisters, but my wife too?"
Jenna's bright blue eyes met Josh's gaze, her expression pleading yet tinged with selfish determination. "Honey, we don't have a choice," she reminded him. "If we refuse, we'll face huge fines or even jail time. It's only for a year – I can do this."
Her voice trailed off as conflicting emotions played across Josh's face - outrage, resignation, betrayal. Jenna reached out to stroke her husband's arm soothingly, but he jerked away from her touch.
Brook's head spun as the reality sank in - her shy, virginal son would soon be fathering children with all the fertile women in their family.
The mother's gaze met Liam's wide, panicked eyes across the room. Her son looked pale and shaken, his shoulders trembling slightly. She could only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind at the prospect of having to impregnate her and all his other female relatives.
Brook shuddered as the future stretched before them - month after month of Liam mounting her, Jenna, her sisters and nieces, his lean young body pumping and thrusting, shooting his virile seed deep inside them over and over until their bellies swelled with his offspring. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the musk of impending incestuous sex.
They had no choice but to comply with the law. In a year's time, their family would be forever changed, with dozens of new babies to show for it - all sired by Brook's youngest son with his closest female relatives. The unnatural new normal.
Brook quickly reminded everyone they were instructed to bring nothing and come immediately in only the clothes they currently wore. She glanced at her own outfit - a tight white blouse barely containing her gigantic breasts, a short pencil skirt hugging her rounded bubble butt, and high-heeled mules. Not the most practical ensemble for space travel, but there was no time to change.
She quickly kissed Roger and her younger daughter Mia goodbye, heart clenching at the thought of being separated from them for a year. Mia clung to her mother, sobbing, until Brook gently pried her fingers away.
"I have to go, sweetie. For the good of everyone, but I'm sure they'll allow us to call each other, and I'll reach out as soon as I can." Her words sounded hollow to her own ears.
Brook flashed her husband a shameful, embarrassed look, her cheeks flushing hot. The reality was sinking in that for the next year, her body would belong not to her husband, but to her teenage son. Liam would be rutting between her strong, sexy legs day after day, pumping baby after baby into her fertile womb. She didn't know what to say. There were no words to make this okay. Shrugging helplessly,
the wife of 20 years turned and walked away, leaving a heartbroken Roger behind.
Liam stood by the front door, ashen-faced and trembling. She took his arm, feeling the tension in his body. Her baby boy, suddenly thrust into manhood and expected to fuck and impregnate his own mother and other female relatives. It was too much for any 18-year-old to process.
It wasn't that the boy hadn't fantasied about such a thing. His mother Brook was a stunningly gorgeous woman. Her long, lustrous brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. Enormous triple M-cup breasts strained against her white blouse, the heavy rounded globes threatening to spill free with each breath.
Below her slim waist flared an outrageously curvaceous bubble butt, a perfectly rounded shelf of an ass filling out her tight skirt. Brook's long, shapely legs seemed to go on forever, thick, toned and smooth, leading down to dainty feet in tall heels. She was the ultimate MILF - a monument to modern femininity and fertility.
As she and Liam stepped out the front door to head to the repopulation hub, Brook's heart pounded in her chest. She could feel Liam's arm trembling in her grasp.
Brook pulled Liam into a tight hug, smashing his face into her huge soft breasts. She stroked his hair soothingly even as her mind raced. In mere hours, her shy boy would be balls deep in not only her, but his aunts, cousins and grandmother, seeding their wombs with his potent sperm. The thought made Brook dizzy.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through this, honey," she murmured into Liam's ear, her pillowy breasts muffling her words. "But we'll face it as a family. You're gonna make such beautiful babies, don't you worry."
She held him a moment longer, trying to memorize the scent of his hair, the feel of his lean body against hers. Finally, Brook pulled back and looked her son in the eye, forcing a tremulous smile.
With a deep breath, Brook turned and began walking down the driveway, her heels clicking and her massive ass swaying. Liam followed in a daze, unable to take his eyes off his mother's jutting shelf booty. In his 18 years, he'd never imagined that thick ass would soon be bouncing on his cock as he fucked a baby into her. His enormous prick began to swell at the thought.
As they reached the closest transport, an armed guard in a crisp Global Federation uniform held out a hand to halt them.
"Names and ages," he demanded, eyes roving over Brook's voluptuous figure.
"Brook Richards, 41. And this is my son Liam Richards, 18," she replied, fighting to keep her voice steady.
The guard consulted his tablet. "Richards family, you've been assigned to Orbital Breeding Station Number 7. You can board the transport." He gestured to the open hatch of the sleek silver craft hovering a few inches above the street.
Brook's heart raced as she climbed aboard, Liam right behind her. The transport was packed with dozens of other mother-son pairs, all gripping each other's hands with white knuckles and exchanging tense looks. Brook recognized a few faces - women she had seen at the grocery store or picking up their kids from school. Now they were all participants in this world-wide breeding program.
She sank into a seat, the cold metal shocking against her bare thighs below her short skirt. Liam slid in beside her, barely fitting in the narrow space. His leg pressed against hers and she felt him
trembling. Brook took his clammy hand in hers, trying to project a sense of maternal calm she didn't feel.
The hatch sealed with a hiss and the transport lifted off, pressing them back into their seats. Brook's massive tits shifted and strained against her tight blouse as the g-forces increased. Out the small window, she watched her neighborhood recede into the distance, then fall away entirely as they punched through the atmosphere. The blue sky faded to the inky black of space, stars twinkling coldly.
Liam's breathing grew rapid and shallow beside her. Brook squeezed his hand tighter, wishing she could reassure him that everything would be okay. But how could it be, with what they were about to do, what they were being forced to become to each other?
Tears pricked her eyes as Earth shrank to a blue marble behind them. A year, she told herself. Just one year and then we can return to our normal lives. But deep down, she knew nothing would ever be normal again.
The massive orbital station loomed ahead, a sprawling metal behemoth bristling with docking bays and slowly rotating rings. As their transport approached one of the open ports, Brook craned her neck to take in the immense structure through the small viewport. It resembled a gigantic wheel in space, with a central hub connected to the outer ring by thick spokes.
The transport shuddered as it locked into place with a reverberating clang that Brook felt in her bones. She squeezed Liam's hand tighter, unsure of what awaited them inside this off-world breeding facility. Her voluptuous body tensed with apprehension, breasts straining against her tight blouse as her breathing quickened.
A chime sounded and a robotic voice announced, "Welcome to Orbital Station 7. Please disembark and proceed to the intake area for processing and room assignments."
The hatch slid open with a hiss. Brook stood on unsteady legs, her stiletto heels wobbling on the metal grates of the docking tunnel. She tugged Liam up beside her and they joined the stream of shell-shocked mothers and sons filing out of the transport, the sharp click of dainty heels echoing in the cavernous space.
Armed guards in sleek black uniforms lined the path, their faces obscured by reflective visors. They clutched menacing pulse rifles, a not-so-subtle threat of the consequences for anyone there who shouldn't be. Brook's heart hammered as she hurried past them, Liam's slick palm clutched in hers.
The intake area was a cavernous white room divided into stations manned by more austere uniformed workers. Glowing signs directed them to their assigned kiosks. Brook and Liam shuffled into the line for "R Surnames." As they inched forward, Brook's eyes darted around, taking in the other families waiting their turn.
After an interminable wait, they reached the front of the line. A severe woman with a tight bun and crisp uniform consulted her holo-screen.
"Brook and Liam Richards?" Her tone made it clear it wasn't really a question.
"Yes," Brook managed, mouth dry. She was intensely aware of Liam pressing against her side, his body trembling.
"Welcome. You've been assigned to Suite 7-491 in the Gamma Quadrant. Here are your room keys. Report directly there for orientation and to await further instructions."
The crisp uniformed woman handed Brook two translucent key cards. She took them with numb fingers, struggling to process that these small bits of plastic now controlled access to the space where she
would commit incest with her own son. Where she would bear his children.
"This way," Brook murmured to her son, glancing at the glowing room number on the key card before striding off down a sterile white hallway, her heels clicking and her huge ass bouncing. Liam scurried to keep up, trying not to stare too blatantly at the mesmerizing jiggle of his mother's colossal cheeks.
They reached a bank of sleek elevators and Brook pressed the call button with a trembling finger. The doors slid open immediately and they stepped inside the small space. As Brook turned, she came face to face with a stunningly voluptuous woman who looked to be in her early 40s. The woman's tits were as big as Brook's, straining against a low-cut red dress.
"Looks like we're heading to the same quadrant," the woman said, her voice husky. She held up a key card identical to theirs. "I'm Veronica. This is my son Marcus. I guess we'll be your neighbors." She nodded at the nervous looking boy hovering behind her.
"I'm Brook, and this is my son Liam," Brook replied, trying to smile. "It's...it's good to meet you, despite the circumstances."
"It's insane, isn't it?" Veronica said, shaking her head so her massive jugs wobbled. "Just yesterday I was fretting about making it to Marcus's basketball game on time between my hair appointment and book club brunch. Now here I am, about to spend a year being knocked up by him."
"I know," Brook said, suddenly feeling a rush of relief at being able to voice her swirling emotions to another woman in the same unthinkable position. "This morning my biggest concern was that I might be late to my 10am spin class because I couldn't find a sports bra that fit these damn things." She cupped her giant tits and sighed.
"And I was looking forward to my Ladies' Golf League tournament this weekend," Veronica commiserated. "Guess that's off the table now that my son and I will be too busy planting a baby in my womb."
Brook and Veronica giggled as their gazes drifted down to their sons' crotches. Despite their best efforts not to look, Brook couldn't stop her eyes from zeroing in on the massive tents rising in the boys' pants. Liam's enormous cock throbbed beneath the straining fabric, the bulbous cockhead clearly outlined. Her mouth went dry at the thought of that plum-sized tip spearing into her soon.
Next to him, Marcus's equally huge prick pulsed, looking like it might burst through his zipper any second. The outline of his fat balls was visible too, churning with the potent seed that would be pumping into his own mother within hours.
As the musk of raging teenage hormones filled the tight elevator, Brook felt a responding throb between her thighs. To her horror, her clit began to swell, the grape-sized bud pushing against her panties. Her nipples tightened into fat, tingling nubs, poking against her blouse like hardened gumdrops.
Shame heated her cheeks at her body's sudden arousal. What kind of mother got turned on by her own son's cock? By the knowledge that he would soon be mounting her, rutting into her, seeding her womb with his baby?
But as she snuck a glance at Veronica, Brook saw the same conflicted desire mirrored on the other woman's face. Veronica's massive tits heaved in her low-cut dress, the points of her stiff nipples clearly visible. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils blown wide as she stared at Marcus's straining erection.
The elevator dinged, shattering the sexually charged silence. Brook startled, looking away from Liam's tented crotch with a guilty flush. The doors slid open, revealing a long, sterile hallway lined with
numbered doors. Heart pounding, she stepped out, the click of her heels echoing obscenely loud to her ears.
"Good luck," Veronica's pretty voice called out.
Brook and Veronica exchanged a long, loaded look before heading their separate ways down the long sterile hallway. In Veronica's dark eyes, Brook saw the same sick thrill that pulsed through her own body reflected back at her. They were mothers in their prime, curvaceous sexual freight trains - and for the next year, their shy virgin sons would be at their mercy, forced to rut and breed them.
"You too," Brook called back, pulling her son along by the hand.
Brook's stomach clenched with nervousness as she glanced at the key card in her hand, confirming they had arrived at Suite 7-491.
Liam hovered nervously at her side as Brook raised a trembling hand to wave the key card over the access panel. The door clicked and swished open. Swallowing hard, Brook stepped over the threshold into the spacious suite that would be their new home for the next year - and the site of their government-mandated incestuous breeding.
They were immediately greeted by a stunningly beautiful female android in a sleek silver bodysuit. Her artificial skin had a pearlescent sheen and her movements were fluid and graceful as she approached them with a polite smile.
"Welcome, Brook and Liam Richards. I am Serena, your personal assistant and breeding coach during your stay on Orbital Station 7," the android said in a pleasantly modulated voice. "Please allow me to show you to your rooms and familiarize you with the suite."
Brook could only nod mutely, rendered speechless by the surreal situation and the knowledge of what was to come. Her entire body felt numb and disconnected as she robotically followed Serena
deeper into the suite, the click of her heels muffled by the plush carpet. She was intensely aware of Liam trailing behind her, his tension palpable.
The front room opened into a large, open concept living area with sleek, modern furniture in soothing neutral tones. Floor to ceiling windows looked out on the vast expanse of space, distant stars twinkling against the infinite black. Several doors lined one curving wall.
"The suite is designed for maximum comfort and privacy," Serena explained as she led them through the living room. "Each of the female family members has her own private bedroom and bathroom through there."
She gestured to the closed doors. Brook swallowed hard at the reminder that her sisters, mother, and nieces would soon be joining them here - all to be impregnated by Liam. By her baby boy.
Serena showed them the well-appointed kitchen stocked with a dizzying array of food and drink, a cozy entertainment nook with a huge holo-screen, and a small gym outfitted with the latest exercise equipment to keep them healthy during their reproductive duties.
Through it all, Brook moved as if in a daze, her mind struggling to accept the new reality. It felt like a bizarre dream, like at any moment she might wake up in her own bed at home and laugh about the crazy experience.
But the plush carpet under her feet was undeniably real. The brushed steel walls and elegant furniture couldn't be denied. And Liam's presence at her side, his young body radiating shock, nervousness and arousal.
As Serena led them into the expansive master suite, Brook's head spun at the enormous circular bed dominating the space. Plush
carpets, mirror-tiled walls and ceiling, a huge view-screen currently displaying the slowly rotating Earth. It looked like a decadent pleasure den, designed for the sole purpose of endless fucking.
Her heart raced at the thought of being splayed out on that bed, Liam mounting her, thrusting into her. She squeezed her thighs together as an illicit tingle of arousal mingled with her nervousness and disbelief.
Before she could dwell on it further, the suite's front door chimed. Serena glided over to answer it. "The rest of your family has arrived," she announced.
Brook took a fortifying breath, breasts heaving. She placed a hand on the small of Liam's back and guided her shell-shocked son out to greet the arriving women.
The living room quickly filled with a bevy of buxom beauties - all sharing the same lush, exaggerated figures as Brook. Massive tits, tiny waists, and jutting bubble butts abounded, straining against tight dresses and skirts.
Brook's sisters Tara and Kira rushed over to enfold her in a tight hug, their giant tits mashing together. She breathed in the familiar scent of their perfume, finding a small measure of comfort in their presence despite the circumstances.
"Can you believe this?" Kira whispered, her blue eyes wide. "We always heard rumors of mandatory breeding, but I never imagined it would actually happen!"
Tara's voice was more strained, her forced smile not quite reaching her eyes. "We'll get through this together. As a family."
Brook nodded, but a lump formed in her throat as she looked over at Liam. Her handsome boy stood frozen, eyes glazed and mouth agape as he took in the overwhelming abundance of fertile female flesh on
display. She couldn't blame him - between herself, her sisters, mom, and nieces, it was a wet dream come to life.
Three curvy, vivacious nieces bounced over to plant kisses on Liam's cheeks, giggling and cooing over their "handsome cousin" who would soon be planting babies in their young wombs. Brook's heart ached at their carefree innocence, even as jealousy spiked at their easy flirtation. She tamped it down, knowing it was beyond inappropriate given the situation.
Lorraine, Brook's mother, approached, her 6-inch stiletto heels clicking delicately on the floor. The substantial meat of her gigantic tits trembled like gelatin with each graceful step, threatening to spill out of her low-cut blouse. Her rounded buttocks dimpled and undulated beneath the clinging fabric of her skirt, an exaggerated hourglass figure that drew Liam's stunned gaze like a magnet.
"My baby boy," Lorraine cooed, folding Liam into her pillowy embrace. He was engulfed in warm, pliant flesh, his face pressed into the deep valley of her cleavage. "I know this is overwhelming, but Grandma's here now. We'll get through this together…all of us."
She released him only to turn and wrap Brook and her sisters in the same smothering hug, colossal breasts compressing together. "My girls," Lorraine sighed. "I'm so sorry we have to go through this. But we'll face it as a family."
The women separated, hands lingering on each other's arms. Tara tugged at the hem of her skintight dress where it had ridden up over her prodigious rump. "God, I feel like a sausage in this thing. If I'd known, I would have worn something with a little more give today.
Kira laughed, but it sounded slightly manic. "I don't think there's a garment in existence that can contain all this." She cupped her massive jugs and gave them a shake. "Especially once Liam starts putting buns in our ovens."
Brook's face heated at her sister's crudeness. But she couldn't deny the way her eyes kept straying to her son, drinking in his lean, youthful body. Liam was the picture of virility, and soon he would be unleashing that potent fertility on all of them.
As if sensing her thoughts, Liam glanced over, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. Brook quickly averted her gaze, shame and illicit anticipation warring within her.
As the door chimed again, Liam's heart stuttered in his chest. He looked up to see his sister-in-law Jenna gliding into the room, her bright red hair like a beacon drawing his gaze.
Jenna had always been stunning, but now, a mere month after giving birth, her body was riper and more lush than ever. Her enormous breasts strained against her snug sweater, the rounded globes heavy with milk. The rest of her figure was still slightly soft and pudgy in the most alluring way, her wide hips and thick thighs perfect for gripping as he planted his seed deep inside her.
Liam swallowed hard, trying to dispel the mental image of mounting Jenna, to focus on anything other than her tempting, fertile body. Guilt twisted his gut as he thought of his brother Josh. Josh, who knew his wife would spend the next year riding Liam's cock as he fucked a baby into her over and over.
Jenna sauntered up to him, a knowing smile playing about her plump lips. She placed a hand on his chest, her touch searing him through his shirt.
"Don't think about Josh right now," she murmured, voice low and honeyed. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief and barely restrained lust. "This next year is about you and me. About making beautiful babies together."
She pressed closer, her giant, milk-swollen tits mashing against him. Liam inhaled sharply, the sweet scent of her, the warmth of her body, flooding his senses and making his head spin. He could feel his cock swelling, straining against his pants.
Serena asked the group to make themselves comfortable on the expansive curved sofa. Liam found himself sandwiched between his voluptuous mother and buxom grandmother, their plush, womanly bodies pressing against him on either side. Brook's hand rested on his thigh, burning through the fabric of his pants. Lorraine's arm draped across his shoulders, her fingers toying with his hair.
Liam's heart pounded, his skin flushed and prickling with awareness of all the fertile female flesh surrounding him. His cock throbbed, swelling against his zipper as he was enveloped in the heady, floral scent of so many ripe, fuckable women - women he'd soon be breeding.
"If I could have your attention," Serena said, her melodic voice cutting through the sensual haze fogging Liam's brain. "I'll go over what to expect during your year-long stay."
Liam tried to focus on the beautiful android's words, but it was nearly impossible with his mother's giant breast pressing against his arm, the soft meat yielding and conforming to him. He felt the hard pebble of her nipple, knew the slightest shift would have it poking directly into his bicep.
"Each of you women will be fulfilling your reproductive duty by birthing four children over the next year," Serena explained matter-of-factly. "I will be carefully monitoring your cycles and fertility to ensure optimal timing for conception."
Four babies. The number reverberated in Liam's skull. His potent sperm would be responsible for putting four babies in each of these women's wombs - in his mom, his grandmother, his aunts and
cousins. His sister-in-law. The responsibility pressed down on him even as his cock jerked and throbbed with the heavy burden of its duty.
"To further guarantee successful insemination, I will be personally coaching Liam through the finer points of lovemaking," Serena continued, a small smile playing about her glossy artificial lips. "Using techniques and positions from the ancient Kama Sutra to heighten pleasure and fertility."
Liam almost choked at the casual way she said it - as if having an android train him to fuck his female relatives for maximum breeding efficiency was the most natural thing in the world.
His face blazed, stomach twisting with shame and illicit arousal. He felt his mother shift beside him and glanced over to find her sapphire eyes burning into him, pupils blown wide and lips parted. A trickle of sweat slid between the epic valley of her cleavage.
On his other side, his grandmother rubbed his shoulder soothingly even as she pressed her tits against his arm. "You're gonna do just fine, sweetie," Lorraine murmured. "We're all here to help you become the virile breeder you were meant to be."
Serena brought up a holographic display showing a complex schedule grid. Liam's eyes widened as he took in the dizzying array of time slots, each color-coded and labeled with one of the women's names along with a string of obscure acronyms.
"As you can see," Serena said, gesturing to the display, "I have carefully optimized the breeding schedule to ensure maximum fertility and conception rates. I've factored in Liam's impressive semen volume and short refractory period, as well as each of your ovulation cycles."
Liam gulped, face burning as he processed this information. His gaze darted around the room, taking in the flushed and avid expressions on the women's faces. They looked...eager. Excited, even. A bead of sweat trickled down his spine.
His mother leaned forward, studying the schedule intently. Liam tried not to stare at the way her massive tits swayed and bounced with the movement, threatening to spill out of her blouse. "I see you have me down for the first breeding session this evening," she said, voice husky.
Serena nodded. "Yes, you're at peak fertility currently, Brook. Coupling with Liam tonight will give you the best odds of conceiving."
Liam's heart stuttered in his chest. He was going to fuck a baby into his own mother in mere hours. His cock throbbed urgently against his zipper, a combination of arousal and panic flooding his veins.
Lorraine patted his knee, drawing his attention to her knowing smile. "Don't worry, dear. You'll be a natural. And we'll all be here to help you every step of the way."
Liam's mouth went dry at the blatant hunger in his grandmother's eyes. He didn't miss the way her hand lingered on his thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to his straining erection.
His gaze flicked to his sister-in-law Jenna. She lounged on the couch, legs crossed to reveal a tempting expanse of creamy thigh. When she caught him looking, she uncrossed and recrossed them slowly, deliberately, flashing the panty-shrouded cleft of her vulva. An inviting smirk curved her plump lips.
Liam shifted uncomfortably, hyperaware of all the bountiful female flesh surrounding him. The women's intoxicating floral scent wrapped around him, a dizzying blend of ripe fertility. His balls ached, feeling
heavy and swollen with the seed he'd soon be pumping into their eager wombs.
As Serena finished explaining the schedule, Liam's head spun. He'd never imagined his barely legal cock would be in such high demand, responsible for knocking up every lush beauty in his family. But as overwhelming as it was, he couldn't deny the hot pulse of anticipation building low in his gut.
Serena's artificial eyes sparkled as she continued. "In addition to tracking the women's fertility cycles, we also conducted a thorough scan of Liam's reproductive capabilities upon your arrival."
Liam felt his face flush hot as Serena casually discussed his most private anatomy in front of his entire family. His stomach flip-flopped with embarrassment and an illicit thrill.
"I'm pleased to report that Liam is an exceptional physical specimen, even among the genetically optimized breeding stock we usually see," Serena said, a note of approval in her melodic voice.
She brought up a rotating holographic model and Liam blanched as he recognized the unnaturally large phallus as his own. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the women.
"As you can see, Liam's penis achieves an impressive 10.2 inches when fully engorged, with a girth of 7 inches." The hologram spun, displaying his huge cock from every angle. "The flared glans and prominent veining are ideal for stimulating ovulation upon insertion into the cervix."
In unison, the women's vaginal walls clenched and fluttered, their bodies responding viscerally to the stimulating display of Liam's exceptional manhood. Hot slick arousal seeped from their clenching cunts, saturating their panties and filling the room with the thick, heady musk of female excitement.
Deep inside, at the backs of their eager birthing canals, their cervixes quivered and puckered, pink rings dilating in preparation to be penetrated by the bulbous head of Liam's cock. The tender Os tingled, aching to be stretched wide around his impressive girth, to have his flared glans kissing the entrances to their fertile wombs.
Liam shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the cotton of his underwear suddenly feeling rough and chafing against his sensitive cockhead. He could feel the wet spot spreading where copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from his slit. The pressure in his balls bordered on painful as they drew up tight to his body, swollen and heavy, ready to unleash a massive load.
Surrounded by the intoxicating estrogen-rich scent of so many aroused women - of his mother, his grandmother, his aunts and cousins - Liam's head spun. His skin prickled with heat and his heart raced. He'd never been so turned on in his life, had never imagined his body could produce such an urgent, primal need to rut and breed.
Brook rubbed his thigh soothingly but her sapphire eyes were riveted to the hologram, pupils blown wide. Her plump lips parted and a trickle of sweat slid into her epic cleavage.
"Furthermore," Serena continued, "Liam's testes are capable of producing an astounding 25 milliliters of semen per ejaculation, with sperm counts approaching 500 million per milliliter. This is nearly twice the volume and potency of the average male."
The women gasped and tittered, shooting him looks of wonder and naked hunger.
"Based on these metrics, my projections show Liam will be able to ejaculate productively up to 12 times per day," Serena said matter-of-factly. "This will ensure optimal saturation of your fertile eggs at every opportunity."
Liam's head spun at the casual way Serena laid out his new reality - his sole purpose would be to pump load after potent load into his female relatives' ripe bodies, over and over, all day every day for the next year. Seeding their wombs with his virile spunk until their bellies swelled with his offspring.
The teen gazed down at the obscene bulge tenting his pants, his face flushing with embarrassment. The wet spot spreading across the stretched fabric made it look like he'd pissed himself, but he knew it was just a copious amount of pre-drool leaking from his slit. His cock felt hard as granite, pulsing and throbbing against the confines of his underwear.
On either side of him, his mother and grandmother stroked his thighs, their manicured nails clawing at his flesh through the fabric. Their hands inched dangerously close to his groin, as if tempted to reach out and grab his straining dick. Liam's heart pounded at their bold touches, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.
Their fingers seemed to burn his skin even through his pants. His balls ached, feeling heavy and swollen, churning with the massive load he'd soon be pumping into their fertile depths. Liam imagined his mother and grandmother naked and spread before him, their thick, buxom bodies flushed and glistening, ripe for breeding.
He pictured mounting them, notching the fat head of his cock against their dripping fuck-slots and hilting himself in their tight, clasping cunts. Feeling their greedy pussies squeezing and milking him as he rutted into them, seeding their wombs with his potent spunk until their bellies swelled with his offspring.
Liam shifted on the couch, hyperaware of his female relatives' eyes riveted to his crotch, to the unmistakable outline of his huge cock. Shame and arousal warred within him as he glanced around the room, taking in their hungry, covetous expressions. They all looked
eager to take a turn on his dick, to be stretched and stuffed full of his meat.
His balls gave a warning throb and Liam clenched his thighs, willing himself not to cum untouched in front of everyone. But it was a losing battle with his mother's and grandmother's hands rubbing up and down his thighs, grazing his sensitive cock through his pants.
Serena's matter-of-fact commentary about his freakish sexual prowess and semen production only fanned the flames of Liam's need higher. He felt dizzy and drunk on a cocktail of shock, humiliation and overwhelming lust. In mere hours, his new life as a breeding stud for his own family would begin. And despite being nervous, he'd never been so excruciatingly horny in his life.
Serena went on to explain that to support Liam's prodigious semen production, he would receive a daily regimen of vitamins, minerals, and specially formulated supplements designed to boost his sperm motility, morphology and volume.
She brought up a holographic model of Liam's reproductive system, zeroing in on his prostate gland. The teen squirmed as the women leaned forward, studying the enlarged, glowing organ rotating above the coffee table.
"In addition to the nutritional support, Liam will receive a daily prostate massage," Serena said, swiping a graceful hand through the hologram to highlight the gland. "Stimulating the prostate has been shown to increase semen volume by up to 30% while also heightening sexual pleasure."
Serena went on to explain that when the women weren't actively breeding with Liam, they were expected to keep their voluptuous bodies in peak physical condition for the rigorous demands of their reproductive duties. She brought up a hologram showcasing the lavish Gamma Quadrant spa and fitness center, complete with
massage tables, a sauna, and rows of gleaming exercise machines designed to tone and tighten every curve.
"Regular sessions in the spa and gym will keep you glowing with health and primed for vigorous intercourse," Serena said, her pearlescent skin shimmering under the lights. "Coupled with a regimen of daily orgasmic pleasure, even throughout your pregnancies, your bodies will achieve an optimal state of sexual vitality."
Liam's pulse pounded in his ears as he processed this information. His female relatives would be maintaining their lush, ripe physiques solely to drain his balls more efficiently, to milk every last drop of his potent seed as they bred over and over. The knowledge sent a thrill of illicit power and heavy responsibility surging through him.
His eyes darted to his mother's expansive cleavage, rising and falling with her quickened breaths. The fabric of her blouse looked ready to burst from the strain of containing her enormous breasts. He imagined her laid out on one of those massage tables, her spectacular body glistening with oil as she moaned in ecstasy, preparing herself for another round of fertile fucking with her own son. His cock jerked urgently in his pants.
Liam's face blazed as he realized he would be expected to keep all of these women, these close female relatives, sexually satisfied on a daily basis, even as their bellies grew round with his babies. The thought of penetrating their slick passages each day, bringing them to screaming climax while heavy with his children, made him dizzy with scandalous arousal.
He shifted on the couch, trying to alleviate the pressure of his straining erection. But it was impossible, sandwiched between the plush bodies of his mother and grandmother, their intoxicating floral scent and womanly heat surrounding him. Liam felt like he might
explode if he didn't sink his aching cock into one of their juicy cunts soon.
As if sensing his thoughts, his sister-in-law Jenna uncrossed and recrossed her legs again, deliberately flashing him a glimpse of bare, glistening pink flesh at the apex of her plump thighs. Liam swallowed hard, mouth going dry as his heartbeat roared in his ears.
Serena's words echoed in his skull - "a regimen of daily orgasmic pleasure." His cockhead twitched, already oozing pre-cum, eager to get started on his family breeding duties. Liam knew he should be disgusted with himself for the dark, taboo lust pumping through his veins, but he was only a horny 18-year-old, in the perfect condition to rut and breed.
Serena smiled serenely, her luminous artificial eyes fixing on Liam's nervous face. "In addition to managing the breeding schedule, I am equipped with an extensive database on human sexuality and reproduction. My programming includes advanced techniques in positioning, rhythm, and stimulation to ensure optimal insemination and fertilization."
Liam gulped, his heart hammering against his ribs as he processed this. Not only was he expected to perform his breeding duties with all his fertile female relatives, but he'd have an eerily beautiful android coaching him through every intimate moment. His mind reeled at the idea of this artificial woman guiding his body, instructing him on exactly how to fuck his family members for maximum reproductive success.
"I will be present during all coupling sessions," Serena continued matter-of-factly, "providing real-time guidance and feedback to enhance your technique, Liam. Consider me your personal assistant in ensuring your ejaculate reaches its target and achieves conception."
Liam's face blazed, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He couldn't meet Serena's steady gaze, his eyes instead flicking around at the beautiful, bountiful women surrounding him - women he would soon be mounting and filling with his seed under the android's watchful eye and instruction.
His cock throbbed urgently, equal parts overwhelmed and shamefully titillated by the prospect. He imagined Serena's cool hands on his heated skin, adjusting the angle of his hips as he rutted between his mother's splayed thighs. Pictured her melodic voice in his ear, praising him for reaching the deepest parts of his grandmother's womb.
Liam shifted uncomfortably on the couch, hyperaware of his raging erection straining against his zipper. He prayed no one else noticed the conspicuous bulge, but the knowing glint in Serena's artificial eyes told him otherwise. She quirked a glossy lip, giving him an almost imperceptible nod.
"In addition to positioning, I will be monitoring your biometrics in real time," the android continued, her voice like warm honey. "Heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature, and most importantly, semen volume and motility. I will use this data to make adjustments and provide...motivation to keep you performing at peak virility."
The implications of her words crashed over Liam in a wave of scandalous arousal tinged with trepidation. His balls tightened, feeling impossibly full and aching for release. He couldn't fathom how he was supposed to hold back his climax under such intensely erotic circumstances, with Serena whispering filthy encouragements based on his body's reactions.
As if sensing his thoughts, Serena's smile widened. "Not to worry, Liam. My programming is quite advanced in that area as well. I have
numerous methods to help you with stamina and self-control." Her luminous eyes flicked down to his crotch knowingly.
Liam's Aunt Kira spoke up, her voice tinged with amusement. "And don't you worry about a thing, sweetie. You may have Serena here with all her fancy AI techniques, but you've also got a room full of experienced women to guide you through every step." She winked salaciously.
Tara nodded in agreement, her massive jugs jiggling. "Absolutely! We've been around the block a time or two. We know a thing or twenty about driving a man wild." She giggled, the girlish sound at odds with her blatant sexual confidence.
Liam's cheeks burned as his aunts discussed sex so casually, like they were talking about baking cookies instead of incestuous breeding. His cock ached as he pictured them demonstrating their "experience", teaching him exactly how they liked to be touched, licked, and filled.
His mother rubbed his thigh, her touch searing him through his pants. "You're in very good hands, sweetheart. Literally!" Brook giggled, giving his leg a squeeze. "We'll make sure you're the most virile breeder this station has ever seen."
Liam swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. The pressure of his mother's hand on his thigh, the heat of her body pressing against his side, made his head swim with a dizzying cocktail of arousal and anxiety. He couldn't believe this was really happening, that he was about to embark on a year of nonstop sex with his closest female relatives.
Lorraine leaned in close, her lips brushing Liam's ear as she spoke. "Such a lucky boy, getting to put babies in all our bellies. And we're the lucky ones, too. I just know you're gonna feel amazing inside us."
Her warm breath on his neck made Liam shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin. The blatant hunger in his grandmother's voice, the way her huge, heavy breasts pressed against his arm, had his heart galloping in his chest. He pictured her riding him, her lush body undulating as she impaled herself on his cock.
Lunch was a surreal affair. Liam picked at his food, stomach too twisted up in knots to eat much. He kept sneaking furtive glances at the women around the table - his mother, grandmother, aunts, and cousins. Their usual lighthearted chatter felt strained, loaded with unspoken tension.
He caught Brook's eye and quickly looked away, face heating. In just a couple hours, he'd be balls deep in his own mother, pumping her full of his seed. The wrongness of it battled with the dark, illicit arousal coiling in his gut.
Liam's gaze flicked to Lorraine. His grandmother smiled at him over the rim of her glass, eyes twinkling with mischief and barely restrained lust. He gulped, imaging those painted lips wrapped around his cock, urging him to fill her womb with his potent sperm.
His aunts, Tara and Kira, tittered together, their ample bosoms jiggling. They kept glancing at Liam, undressing him with their eyes.
He squirmed in his seat, his skin too tight, his clothes too constricting. Every nerve sizzled with awareness of all the fertile female flesh he would soon be rutting into.
Across the table, his sister-in-law Jenna slowly licked her spoon, gaze burning into the boy. His cock throbbed as he watched her pink tongue swirl around the utensil, imagining it laving over his aching cockhead instead. A bead of sweat trickled down his spine.
Jenna's eyes sparkled with wicked delight as they raked over Liam's body, undressing him with her gaze. He could practically feel her undressing him with her eyes, peeling away his clothes to get at the young, virile flesh beneath.
Liam's face burned and he shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of Jenna's hungry stare. He knew exactly what his sister-in-law was thinking - how much she was looking forward to pinning his lean body beneath hers and riding him into oblivion.
In Jenna's mind, Liam was the superior breeder, the one with the huge cock and endless stamina to satisfy her in a way her husband never could. Josh may have put one baby in her, but it would be Liam's seed that would take root in her womb over and over, giving her the biggest, most mind-blowing orgasms as he knocked her up.
Liam's heart pounded as he met Jenna's heated gaze, his skin prickling with shameful arousal. He pictured her lush, curvaceous body writhing on top of him, her giant milk-laden tits bouncing as she fucked him like a bitch in heat. He imagined her throwing her head back in ecstasy, screaming his name as she came on his huge cock again and again.
Liam's own cock throbbed urgently in his pants, aching to slip into Jenna's tight, wet heat and show her what a real man could do. To pump her so full of his potent cum, she'd be overflowing. He wanted to ruin her for his brother, to make her crave his huge dick and virile seed like a drug.
At the same time, guilt twisted in Liam's gut like a knife. Jenna was his brother's wife, the mother of his nephew. It was so wrong to lust after her, to crave the illicit press of her naked flesh against his. He knew it would destroy Josh to watch his younger brother mount his wife, to hear her moan wantonly as Liam seeded her womb with his baby.
But Liam couldn't control his body's reaction to Jenna's blatant eye-fucking, or to the knowledge that soon he'd be balls deep in her and every other fertile woman at this table. His higher brain functions were rapidly shutting down, his hindbrain taking over with its basest imperative: breed, breed, breed.
After the charged meal, Serena whisked Liam away for his "male spa appointment." His heart hammered as he followed the beautiful android down the curving hallway, the click of her high heels echoing off the brushed steel walls.
"It's important that you be properly groomed and prepared for the physical demands of your upcoming breeding duties," Serena explained as they entered a sleek, brightly lit spa room.
Liam's eyes widened as he took in the reclining chair, gleaming instruments, and screens displaying diagrams of the male reproductive system. His stomach flipped at the thought of being touched on his most intimate areas, prepping his body for optimal insemination of his female relatives.
"Please disrobe and take a seat," Serena instructed, her pearlescent skin glowing under the bright lights.
With shaking hands, Liam shucked off his clothes, hyperaware of the android's assessing gaze on his fit young body. He fought the urge to cover himself as his huge, heavy cock sprang free, already at half mast.
Serena's artificial eyes zoomed in on his member, scanning and analyzing. "My, my, what an impressive specimen," she cooed. "Your female relatives are quite lucky indeed."
Liam gulped as he settled his naked body into the sleek reclining chair, his heart racing. Mechanical arms whirred to life around him,
making him flinch. He gripped the armrests, knuckles turning white as a robotic appendage extended towards his head.
"Please relax, Liam," Serena said soothingly. "The grooming process is quite safe and pleasurable."
He tried to slow his breathing as gleaming metal fingers gently worked shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp. It did feel good, and he gradually loosened his death grip on the chair.
Serena stood nearby, studying a holographic display. "Your first coupling session is scheduled for 1900 hours with your mother Brook. She is at peak fertility today."
Liam's stomach swooped at the reminder, a confusing mix of anxiety and illicit arousal swirling inside him. The robotic fingers rinsed his hair and began snipping, dark locks falling to the floor.
"Following that, you have your Aunt Tara at 2100 and your grandmother Lorraine at 2300," Serena continued matter-of-factly, as if reading off any normal schedule instead of back-to-back incestuous breeding appointments.
Liam's head spun, the weight of his immense responsibility pressing down on him. Three of his closest female relatives, all in one night, all ovulating and eager for his seed. His cock twitched, swelling against his thigh.
"Tomorrow morning will be Kira at 0800, then your cousins Sasha and Mia in the afternoon, as well as another session with your mother," Serena said. "I'll administer a special blend of herbal extracts and nanotech enhancers to keep you potent and virile."
The chair tilted back, robotic arms carefully lathering Liam's chiseled chest and abs. He shivered as the slick mechanical fingers grazed his nipples, the stimulation going straight to his growing erection.
"Your sister-in-law Jenna is scheduled for tomorrow evening," Serena added, luminous eyes flicking to Liam's rising manhood. "She's been quite eager for her turn with you."
Liam barely suppressed a groan as soapy metal digits skated down his treasure trail, preparing to shave his pubic hair. He remembered the blatant hunger in Jenna's eyes, the way she'd eye-fucked him over lunch. His cock throbbed, growing achingly hard.
The first brush of the razor against his sensitive groin made Liam gasp. The mechanical arms worked with precision, shaving him bare as Serena looked on impassively. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, splayed out naked and hard in front of this beautiful android.
Serena explained the importance of being completely smooth and hairless for optimal reproductive contact. "Shaving allows for maximum skin-to-skin contact and sensation during intercourse," she said clinically as the razor buzzed over Liam's most intimate areas. "It reduces friction and irritation, allowing you to thrust more vigorously to reach climax."
Liam gulped, face blazing at her blunt words. The thought of his cock slipping against his mother's bare, slick folds made him throb urgently against the mechanical arm.
"The women are receiving a similar treatment in their spa sessions," Serena continued. "Though some, like your mother, have elected to keep a small patch of pubic hair styled fashionably above the mons. Many find it enhances their feelings of femininity and sexual appeal."
Liam squeezed his eyes shut, picturing his mother's landing strip pointing like an arrow to her glistening pink slit, just waiting for him to fill it. His balls tightened, aching with the heavy load he'd soon be pumping into her.
After the shave, Serena directed the robotic arms to massage Liam's muscles, working out any tension and stiffness. He couldn't help the little groans that escaped him as strong metal fingers kneaded his shoulders, his thighs. Every touch seemed to make his cock harder, stiffer, until it stood straight up, flushed and leaking at the tip.
"Excellent response," Serena observed, scanning his straining erection with her artificial eyes. "Your penis is in optimal condition for the vigorous breeding scheduled."
Liam's heart pounded as she approached, reaching out to delicately run a finger up his thick shaft. He shuddered, fighting the urge to thrust into her sleek hand.
"The women will be very pleased," Serena purred. "Especially your mother. She's been preparing herself for you even as we speak."
A jolt of shock and illicit arousal raced through Liam at the thought of his beautiful, busty mother getting ready to be bred by him. Were her huge tits heaving as she anticipated taking her son's cock? Was her pussy slick and swollen, aching to be filled with his seed?
Before he could lose himself too far down that rabbit hole, Serena stepped back. "All done," she announced. "You're now perfectly prepped for your first breeding session with Brook."
Liam sat up slowly, head swimming. He looked down at his body, skin tingling and gleaming. His hard, hairless cock jutted out obscenely, so stiff it almost touched his stomach.
Liam stood slowly, his lean muscles rippling under smooth, gleaming skin. Years of swimming and running track had honed his slender body into a lithe, athletic form. But it was his cock that truly stood out - thick and just a tad over 10-inches, it curved slightly upward as it jutted from the juncture of his thighs, bobbing heavily with each movement.
He stared down at the intimidating, veiny length, the bulbous cockhead already glistening with pre-cum. It looked obscene, thrusting out from his newly hairless crotch like a fleshy battering ram. Liam couldn't fathom how he was supposed to fit such a prodigious tool inside his female relatives, let alone knock them up with it over and over.
His heart thudded against his ribs as he imagined sinking into his mother's tight, wet heat for the first time. Would she cry out at the breach of his engorged crown pushing past her swollen folds? Moan and thrash as he stretched her open, impaling her on his virgin cock? The thought made him throb and twitch, his shaft practically vibrating with the need to rut.
Liam's gaze flicked to Serena. The beautiful android regarded his nakedness impassively, her artificial eyes roving clinically over his body. But there was something else in her expression too - a hint of appreciation, of feminine hunger. It made his pulse pound even harder.
"Your endowment is most impressive, Liam," Serena said, her melodic voice sending shivers down his spine. "With a penis of this size and virility, you should have no trouble impregnating your family members...multiple times."
Liam gulped, his mouth suddenly desert dry. The casual way she talked about him fucking his mother, grandmother, and aunts was dizzying. But there was no denying the illicit arousal her words stoked in his young loins. He felt the heaviness of his balls, swollen and aching with fertile seed, ready to be emptied into one wet, willing womb after another.
He reached for his clothes, but Serena stopped him with a gentle hand. "No need for those," she said, eyes twinkling.
Serena guided him over to a sleek black bodysuit hanging nearby. The material looked slick and shiny, almost like liquid latex. Liam eyed it warily, unsure about encasing his newly groomed body in such a revealing garment.
"This is no ordinary bodysuit," Serena explained, running her artificial fingers over the shimmery fabric. "It's made of an advanced nanotech weave that will conform perfectly to your physique. Think of it like a second skin."
She held it open for him, motioning for Liam to step in. He hesitated a moment before sliding one leg in, then the other. The material was cool and slick against his bare flesh, making him shiver. As he pulled it up over his hips and chest, Liam marveled at how the suit seemed to mold to every contour of his athletic form, clinging like it was painted on.
Serena circled him, her luminous eyes scanning appreciatively over his suited body. "As you can see, it leaves very little to the imagination," she said with a sly smile.
Liam looked down at himself and gulped. The bodysuit lovingly hugged every curve of his toned muscles, emphasizing his lean swimmer's build. But what really made his face heat was the way it clung to his crotch.
His huge, semi-erect cock was clearly outlined, the bulge obscene in its sheer size. He could make out every ridge and vein through the clinging fabric. Even his balls were on prominent display, looking heavy and ripe in their snug pouch. He felt exposed, like he was strutting around naked with a massive erection.
"The women will certainly enjoy the view," Serena purred, trailing a finger down his chest. "And the best part is the easy access..."
She pressed on two discreet seams running down the inside of his thighs and Liam gasped as the crotch of the suit split open. His big cock sprang free, bobbing lewdly in the cool air. The opening ran from his groin all the way back to his taint, leaving him exposed for easy rutting.
"When it's time to breed, you'll be able to quickly free your genitals without removing the entire suit," Serena explained matter-of-factly. "It's designed for maximum efficiency during copulation sessions."
Liam's heart pounded at the implications. He pictured himself mounting his mother, grandmother, and aunts while wearing this obscene suit, his enormous cock out and ready to impale their dripping cunts. The thought made him throb and leak, a bead of pre-cum welling at his slit.
Serena noticed his body's reaction and smiled knowingly. "I think you'll find it quite...stimulating to wear during your duties, but it can be easily removed for those times when you prefer to rut completely naked."