The thickly made mother of two looked at herself in the mirror naked, her keen green eyes looked over the rear view of herself revealing a pleasantly plump bottom that jiggled just below her curled Jet black hair. She turned her body to the front to show off her matronly assets, heavy and soft with wide pink nipples. She kept herself nicely, if a bit indulgently. She had a little bit of belly yet fortunately much of her weight travelled to her posterior and breasts. It was a gift of genetics that pleased her, now if only she could loose a few pounds. She was pale of flesh, and fairly tall, and she had yet in her late thirties to loose the gravitational battle all women faced. She was not getting younger however, and she had plans.
It had been two years since the Reproductive Promotion and Family Health Bill had been introduced to governments around the world. It was unanimously endorsed by much of the first world. The fact that procreation levels were dwindling and many of the worlds nations were in population decline meant that careful, deliberate action must be taken. It had been decided that world governments would prioritize procreation.
Beyond the obvious laws such as banning birth control and ending certain surgical procedures which might impede the populations growth governments in the first world went further, fundamentally changing the way parents were incentivized.
Mothers having children were soon offered monetary incentives so that being a mother and father became more attractive. Also women at 18 would have the expectation of becoming a mother by the time they are 21 in order to ensure that they will have at least one child during their most fertile years. This course of action was met by some opposition but after a number of years the clear benefits of the program to both the individual and the economy became more accepted. Government promotion and education of the act soon brought complacence and understanding of the necessity of the law, and its enforcement.
One fundamental hurdle for the new Family Health division to overcome was how to make it easy for women to comply with the law, and how to ensure that all fertile women were having their needs met. The Breeders division was soon created to meet the need. The breeders were a hand picked group of men that were tasked to ensure that all women in their local area were serviced if necessary. Strict testing of sperm motility and physical fitness were taken from each prospective breeder. He was also upon accepting the role, given training regimen to adapt them to their new vocation.
Nation wide health reporting was utilized to ensure that when women that was of legal age those women who wanted to take advantage of government stipends on child rearing had a way to start on the program or increase their monthly stipend. For many women it was quite popular as the monetary boost was quite valuable. Much of the state sponsored advertising used the tagline. "Need some cash? See your local breeder." Or "Tired of working all day on your feet? Do it on your back instead!" Of course there were other ads which tried to get couples to conceive on their own. "Forget the diamond earrings. Have hubby give you a baby for your anniversary."
All in all, despite lowered fertility worldwide within a few years government efforts to increase the birth rates increased. Which is why Becky, also known as Rebecca Smith, also known as Becky Big Bottom by more than a few of her neighbours and friends made a call to the "Family Health Division" and put herself on a wait list for a breeder.
Becky had two children and both had come to her well before the new laws were passed. She had always loved kids, and her husband John was a good man. They had talked for two years about having more, but after a year of almost constantly trying she had come up empty. It wasn't for a lack of trying, Becky had pulled him into bed promptly at 9:00 almost every night, she had spread her legs, and preemptively masturbated to prime her body. She had let him pump her hard for nice and easy quickies and forced him into long drawn out sessions, forcing him to hold in his boiling ejaculate for in excess of an hour before letting him drain his blue bursting balls into her greedy swollen cunt.
He was a good sport, and wanted another child of course, but it seemed soon enough that nothing was going to help things along. They started to talk treatments, and other such things but both were hesitant to involve doctors visits and considerable cost to the situation. Then one day she had watched a program on the internet "Top 5 was to make babies." The internet of course is just a place to watch porn now days, but sometimes you learned something.
The video clip described a number of helpful suggestions, all of which she had tried. Then the clip mentioned the breeders program and she realized with more than a little embarrassment that she wanted to bring in a ringer. She had never thought she could do such a thing, but it could solve her problem.
"I mean, he was an expert, and the video even said they could be discreet." She thought to herself.
After a surprisingly short wait, and a pre interview where some some basic questions were asked she was all set. He would call in a few days and she could set up an appointment with James, who she was informed was the local serviceman in her area. As she hung up she realized the gravity of what she had done and almost called again to cancel. It was almost all she could think about for two days, and even her very gentle happy husband seemed to notice a change in her, though he had no idea what to make of it.
It was three days after her call to the family health centre that she received a phone call from an anonymous number. She answered "Hello?"
"Hello M'am, am I speaking with Mrs. Rebbecca Smith?"
"Yes, this is she."
"Ah good. My name is James. I'm from the Family Health Department."
"Ohhh, yes. I see."
"I understand that you wanted to make an appointment."
She was instantly red cheeked. Her body was strangely peeked at the thought of an appointment with a "Breeder."
"I called yes. I need to be discreet." She said, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Of course m'am, your appointment is at your availability and discretion. We understand fully your situation as you are married."
"Oh yes, I did mention that on the phone." She realized he would know that.
"And your health records state you have already been pregnant."
"Yes, twice."
"Very good. We should of course schedule for your time of ovulation."
"Ohh... Yes, of course."
