Sophia had come to see how bearing children didn’t necessarily ruin ones body. In fact, some women’s natural beauty was only enhanced after carrying children into the world. One after another, Sophia couldn’t help but notice just how many older students had taken to motherhood with an aura of elegance. Like a flower coming to full bloom, their shapely bodices and thicker waistlines made them somehow look…more feminine. More dignified. 

      Perhaps it was the stimulants and protein drinks talking, but Sophia wasn’t as terrified of seeing her own stomach swell in the coming months. She had resigned herself to that fate. There was no amount of sketchy contraceptions available that could protect her against the sheer amount of virile semen pumped into her womb on a daily basis. 

      At any time Sophia could refuse, she knew that, but becoming celibate again no longer felt like an option. Her loins craved cocks, and like a drug, Sophia couldn’t shy away from the risk anymore. 

      One of the Rachelle seniors had given her a full review of what was expected of her once spending more time among the House of Contact. The senior was young, yet had child bearing hips, and a slight layer of softness around her tummy. The padding seemed so natural, she wore the weight well. Sophia realized then, that for some strange reason…she envied her. Sophia envied her confidence, her empowered femininity, and the growing family by her side.

      Sophia pondered those feelings for days, wondering why her motherly instincts were rising to the surface. Deep down Sophia felt the answer in her heart, even though she wasn’t fully comfortable to admit it. It all had to do with the letter she got from the Durrant’s just a few days ago. 

Dear Sophia Pryde

As you may know, the reproduction program has improved the survival chances of the human species in this dark world. These walls must be expanded, and mankind must strive forth to newer lands. But none of that can happen without a growing civilization. 

To that end, the government, in all their…let us call it wisdom, have offered a stipend for all women willing to procreate. There is an even greater amount reserved for those willing to sire…sophisticated bloodlines. 

My family just so happens to be one of those bloodlines. My family has a long standing history as one of the nineteen pivotal households that build this city. As such, I have an interest in seeing its continued survival. 

Sadly, my wife, my precious and beloved partner in life, is struggling with conceiving. As such, I have taken it upon myself to seek out suitable consorts that would be able to accept and raise my prodigy. I can think of no one better suited than yourself for the task. 

Should you accept, my wife and I will happily draw up a contract, and you will receive a healthy sum of funds. As a bonus, we would also like to offer you your own private apartment in the West End District, so you may raise our children nearby. Of course, raising our child here would require you dropping out of the University. Don’t worry, we are flexible, and more than happy to wait until your decision. 

Should you have any question, please write back with any of your concerns.

Your loving companions

Samual & Diana Durrant

       I haven’t even accepted, and you drew up a rough draft contract. Very excited, aren’t you. Sophia simmered at the thought. The word ‘children’ seemed to be typo, but Sophia couldn’t help but wonder if that might’ve been included on purpose. Just how many kids do they want me to have?

      That letter had been on her mind for days. Even when she was trying to focus on her studies, or enjoy the company of men, that simple note clung to the back of her thoughts.

      Sophia read it multiple times, including the additional rough draft of its adjoining contract with additional details. It was clear the Durant’s were serious about their proposal, and wanted her to sire their offspring. It felt strange, but Sophia was inclined to refuse…for now, although she hadn’t told them that. 

      Accepting their proposal would get her one step closer to living the lifestyle she craved, but it also promised a wall in her path. Sophia doubted she would rise to their levels of opulence through this pact, unless she was able to conceive several children, in which case she was looking at spending much of her young life always a step or two away from her dreams.

      As far as breeding contracts went, it wasn’t the worst. Sophia couldn’t disregard it out of hand.

      She kept the letter in her desk back in the dorm, but her mind kept straying back to it time and time again. Even now, far away from the dorms, and sweating bullets, it was hard to forget about.

      She looked at herself in the giant mirror that was the gymnasium wall. Her fear’s of her breasts growing saggy from such abnormal stimulants had appeared unfounded. Her pectoral muscles had more than compensated to keep her giving mounds plenty of support. They remained perky, while keeping a soft tear drop shape. Sophia couldn’t help but admire them, outside of one critical component. Her areola’s spread wide across her ample flesh, appearing as cushioned pink nubs cupped over her fair skin. It was absolutely impossible to cover them, making her outfit reveal not only an abundance of her breasts, but a more than tasteful amount of light pinkish padding.

      The nubs grew darker at the center, and her tips protruded violently against the fabric of her new brassiere, threatening to rip free and pour a fountain of milk. The pearl lodged in the duct cavity, held in place by the link of her nipple piercings, itched against her delicate and over sensitive skin. There was an abundance of milk in her chest, Sophia could feel it with each step, and wanted desperately to relieve herself. 

      “Come on, time for sit ups, V-ups, and flutter kicks. Get on your back princess.” Helena called out to Sophia, wearing her sorority approved workout jumpsuit. 

      Doing crunches had grown harder now that the weight on her chest had increased. Sophia struggled with each rep, as her mammaries felt like solid bricks weighing on her torso. Three hours in the gym every day had trimmed the fat off her stomach, waist, and thighs, although her breasts seemed to remain exquisitely plump. It was as if all the excess fat was being reallocated to her breasts, and rear cheeks.

      It was easier to workout while wearing nothing at all, rather than her Rachelle uniform which only got in the way. The only workout attire the sorority let her get away with, was the inclusion of spandex workout pants, but only on good days. 

      Almost immediately after becoming a little sister to the House of Contact, a new ensemble had been added to her uniform, one that Sophia was grateful for, especially now. The red brassier did nothing to cover the lower half of her breasts, instead the linen fabric met near the top, to be constrained by a single button. A tiny red strand wrapped underneath her curves for added support. Few would notice the garment at all, shrouded by the standard top of the Rachelle uniform. But it did help stabilize the bounce in her step, and held her enlarged endowments firmly.

      “Need a break?” Helena asked after noticing the flustered concern on her sweaty cheeks. 

      Sophia fell back against the cushioned padding on the gym floor, she eyed her breasts heaving in the air with each lungful of air. The red linen top sank into her skin, as the sprouts of her nipples bugled. She could see them pulsing with her heart beat, already the fabric around them were damp with motherly fluids. 

      Sophia rolled to the side, letting her breasts flop against the floor. She was glad that several of the Contact brothers were nearby, making sure no one tried to interrupt their workout. It was interesting to see their bare reactions to her sweaty body laying on the floor. Many were already at full mast.

      The air was cool inside the gymnasium, making the hairs on her skin tingle. Sophia looked down, noticing the enlarged areola’s clearly visible despite the brassier, and sighed.

      “You ok?” Helena noticed Sophia’s hesitancy. 

      Sophia moved onto her back again, then slowly leaned forward. No sooner had she presser her chest into her legs, that a pair of shadows descended. Two of her…older brothers were ready to offer her a seminal shower to wash her sweaty skin. 

      Being covered in cum was probably the highlight of her day, Sophia loved it spread over her skin, and even sometimes went to class with a light glossy coating over her face. Their massive shafts were unsheathed from their workout shorts, and dangled above her head. Each were easily over a foot long, and pulsating with throbbing veins. Even their ball sacks appeared heavy.

      Helena seemed jealous, gazing at the pair of rods that were reserved for Sophia’s enjoyment. She watched while licking her lips as Sophia unbuttoned her brassier, letting her breasts spill out into the open air. Her enlarged areola’s easily drew the eye. 

      “Eleven inches wide…my damn nipples are eleven inches wide.” Sophia pouted while cupping the girth of her soft mounds in both hands. Her fingers sank into the buoyant flesh.

      “I think they look great! So juicy and hot!” Helena subconsciously reached forward.

      Sophia rolled her eyes. She reached up to wrap her fingers around the meat sticks above her. “They used to be so cute, and normal,” Sophia tried to focus on the impressive shafts instead of her giving chest. She was pleasantly surprised to find them both uncircumcised, with large mushroom shaped tips.

      “I think they’re better like this.” Helena played with Sophia’s mounds while resting her chin against the cup of Sophia’s cleavage. 

      With her girlfriend twisting her nubs, unlatching the bead against her gaping canals so that milk would quickly burst forth, Sophia enjoyed the taste of her accompanying fraternity brothers until they spewed their massive loads all over her skin. Even Helena was surprised at the sheer mass of thick fluids raining down from above. Their first ejaculation was unleashed in thick white ribbons against Sophia’s chin and cheeks, and subsequent bursts poured a cup full of semen all over her exposed chest. 

      Sophia’s tattoos were burning with a bright pink flair, as she rubbed their lotion over her skin. There was plenty of spilled milk in her lap, and pooling on the padded floors, and Sophia had to adjust her nipple piercings to stiffen the flow. As the milk and semen mixed, Sophia took a thick sample in her fingers and tasted it. It was salty, with a thick density and a refreshing silky aftertaste. The milk helped to ensure it wouldn’t glob to the back of her throat, allowing it to wash down easily.

      “You want a shower?” Helena asked, a look of shock and arousal on her face.

      Sophia smiled. “What are you talking about? I just had one.” The erections stiffened again at her words, eager to offer her a second round of delicious seed. “You better call the janitor, this is going to be quite a mess.” Sophia chuckled as she laid back, so that the fraternity brothers could enjoy her, however they pleased. 

      Helena could do nothing but watch, and play with herself, while her girlfriend was ravished before her very eyes.