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."
"And that would be?"
"Oh. Umm. Today. Or tomorrow." She said wincing as she thought through her cycle. She had spoken without realizing what this meant of course. She hoped he would need to come tomorrow.
"I can come by today if you would like. I have another appointment this evening, but this morning I'm free. An appointment usually takes about 3 or four hours. I try not to rush things." He said and he couldn't help but smile a little as he said it. He did like his job.
"Oh today?? Now?" Her heart started racing and her face burned with shame or excitement, she couldn't tell which.
"He could hear the flutter in her voice, and the nervous excitement she spoke in. Wives going behind their husbands back accounted for a noticeable portion of his job, he admitted to only himself he tended to like these appointments the most.
Young girls were often about tact and diplomacy. Often having to navigate family politics and bullshit. Everybody tried to hide behind that boyfriend that would "knock her up" any minute now. There were also women that men in his profession called "professionals" they tended to be rough and business like. In it for the money. The housewives were used to sex, enjoying it, and they were not used to strangers. He got a certain pleasure at turning their nervousness to sexual pleasure. Just part of the fun of the job. He hoped she was a looker.
She said in a voice that was half committal and filled with dread. "You'll have to come by 10AM and leave by 2PM. My kids come home after that and you need to be gone."
"Of course m'am. I am close by so I can be there in minutes. Shall I just drive up and knock on the door?" He asked almost chuckling at her squeak of surprise.
"NO! Park down the street and come in through the back yard, you can open the back gate from Riker's drive." She gave him instructions to navigate and enter the back yard.
"Sure Rebecca, or do you go by Becky?"
"Rebecca, or Mrs. Smith." She said appalled embarrassed, and confused at the tone he used, almost as if he knew her old nickname in high school.
James was good on his word as he showed up almost 20 minutes after the phone call. She had only had enough time to shower quickly and put on a basic pair of sweats and T-shirt. Her skin was still damp and though she had never wet her hair it was still wet on the ends from the dampness of the shower. He was at the back sliding door when she came down from the shower. She almost squeaked in surprise at him, then realized he was supposed to be there so she let him in.
He entered quietly with a smile on his face. "Nice pool." He said with a wry grin on his face. She she tried to be formal, but she couldn't help but look him over fully as she stepped in the house.
He was a younger man, no more than 25 and likely younger, he was of average height, an inch or so shorter than her. He was stoutly muscled and wore the type of sport fashion that men who have muscles wear. In shorts and a fashionable looking tee he looked ready for the beach. She couldn't help but notice that his shorts bulged a little at the groin, she almost gasped at that, a fact that he noticed observantly.
