*Oghma here, wishing you all a very happy new year! We had a rough 2020, as I'm sure we're all aware. But the only thing we can do is keep moving forward and don't look back. As we ring in 2021, I hope you all enjoy this piece as much as I did making it. See you all next time!*
**Disclaimer: Takes place in the Breederverse, so unrealistic sizes ahead. Any persons depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older.**
"Alright! Glad you could all make it!" Zhang exclaimed happily, his voice amplified by the microphone built into the podium. His voice was bright and friendly, a little deep in pitch but still non-threatening and inviting. The sort of voice that would make for a natural RA (Or club leader in this case). As his name suggested, he was of Chinese descent; Long slicked back jet black hair, narrow brown eyes, and a pale blemish-free complexion. What stood out most about him was his ripped physique, bulging cut biceps and hardened pectorals clearly visible through his tight black T-shirt. Had he not been wearing long pants, one would be able to get a feel for his well-muscled thighs and calves (Though his tremendously impressive bulge was still very noticeable). It would come as no surprise to anyone that he was also part of the powerlifting club. They were all in a room from the humanity's building, a standard no-frills classroom with painted over concrete walls, an old-fashioned chalkboard (usually masked by the projector screen), a series of tables forming a "U" shape towards the podium, and a few hard metal chairs for their use. Unfortunately, there were only 5 people in the room including him. "Since it's nearly 7 O'clock, I think we can start the meeting!" he continued. "On that note, welcome one and all to the first meeting of the Breeder's club! I'm sure you all recognize me from the booth, but for those of you I didn't get a chance to talk to; My name is Zhang Han, I'm an Engineering major in my third year and I've been an activist for Breeder's rights even longer. But I bet a lot of you don't know each other very well, so why don't we all introduce ourselves?" A very brief silence passed over the room before it was broken by the first student to Zhang's left. An unspoken order had seemingly popped up within the room.
"Guess I'll start then." Came the voice. It was of a pitch somewhere in-between alto and soprano, but definitely feminine. Though her English was perfect, a slight Hindi accent could be heard here and there should one pay close enough attention. "My name is Raveena, and I'm a 2nd year economics major. You can just call me "Rav" though." Rav was a fairly tall girl of about 5'11, with a figure of stunning maternal fertility. If it weren't for the exposed orangey-brown cleavage visible from her low plunging button-up shirt, one would swear she had hidden a pair of volleyballs underneath them. Big and round, they rested proudly on her chest, without a hint of sag. It seemed that whatever her bra was made out of, it was something of tremendous strength. In a nearly perfect hourglass shape, her torso tapered into a narrow waist before ballooning out into a set of widely splayed hips. At the moment, she was wearing a tight-fitting black miniskirt, displaying her massive thong-devouring ass for anyone who happened to be standing behind her. Of course, her curves were not the only lovely feature about her. Her silky-smooth black hair ran down past her shoulders and down her back, free of any knots and snarls. The bangs were parted neatly in the center, tucked behind her ear so as to keep them out of her eyes and display her visage for the world to see. A deep red bhindi adorned her forehead, perfectly placed at the center. Her nose was slender and pointed, while her lips were full and plush, perfect "dick sucking lips" as they were called.
"The name's Jackson. Environmental biology." Said the lanky Caucasian man to Rav's left. Despite his choice of a major, he certainly didn't look the part of it. At a glance, one would probably get the impression of a stereotypical stoner; long scraggly blonde hair poking out through a black beanie, a well-established 5 O'clock shadow, and kind of dark sunken in eyes. He was pretty handsome in that scruffy kind of way. At the moment he was in super casual clothes, a dark hoodie with the school colors and loose grey sweatpants tied up at the waist. Despite the large fit creating a lot of creases in the pants, there was a particularly long and thick one, which very obviously wasn't hollow. If he were anywhere else, one would almost assume he was smuggling a hose down there.
"Well, I'm called Abby! I'm a freshman and I haven't picked out a major just yet. Nice to meet you all!" came the cheerful and peppy voice. She was a short black girl of about 4'11", with a medium brown complexion and curly shoulder length hair. The most striking thing about her was that she was about as..." petite" as a Breeder girl could possibly be. Though she still maintained the famous curvy figure, they were not quite as pronounced as you would often see on a Breeder. Her chest was about a modest EE cup, filling but not stretching her top. Her hips meanwhile only protruded a fair bit beyond her shoulder span, supporting a fairly large ass.
"And I'm Martina." Said the last figure, a Latina girl in her early 20's. Martina stood at an average 5'6", with wavy brown hair highlighted by golden streaks. A diamond studded nose piercing was embedded in her left nostril, possibly to draw attention away from the beauty mark on her right cheek. Her amber eyes were heavily accented with eyeshadow and mascara, bringing their beauty out for all to see. A deep purple lipstick adorned her lips, making them stand out further while looking visually unique to her. A black velvet choker with a gilded ring clasp rested on her neck, it looked to be pretty tight, almost enough to rest on the skin. Although her hips and ass were by no means small, even by the standards of Breeders she was sporting a callipygian monument there, but any attention it might have garnered was instead drawn directly towards her absurdly large chest. Even Rav would feel a bit of envy when comparing their cup sizes, one might wonder how she even managed to stand upright without toppling over from the extra weight. "I'm pre-med." She continued flatly.
"Wonderful! Nice to meet you all!" continued Zhang in that polite and courteous tone he had. "Now, let's get down to business. We have a little bit of money thrown our way for club, so on that note I think the first thing we should discuss is what to do with- "
"Question?" Jackson interrupted, though he still raised his hand out of habit. "What exactly are we doing here?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean..." Jackson puffed out his cheeks a little, as he tried to find the best way to say what was on his mind. "When you were pitching this club to me at the club fair, you said this was gonna be for the Breeder students... but nothin' about what we're actually gonna do here."
"Oh, I see!" Zhang's enthusiasm returned quickly. "Well... I guess the first thing is just act as a place for Breeders on campus to meet each other. I mean, it's a big school and we might go our whole school year without seeing another Breeder!"
"Can't see how anyone would miss these." Interrupted Martina, cupping her tremendous chest for emphasis. It drew the attention of everybody her way. Although everyone was caught off-guard by the display, it didn't faze them nearly as much as it would a normal person.
"Well, that's the second thing!" Zhang continued unshaken. "As I'm sure we're all aware; Us Breeders are often looked down upon for our libidos, and a lot of the other clubs or social groups might find our open sexuality... off putting." He didn't need to glance around to see the looks of conformation on everyone's faces. "So that's what we solve here, a sort of sanctuary where we can unwind and be ourselves."
"Um, when you say unwind..." Asked Abby. "What do you mean?"
