A New Society: Born to Breed

These were the days of the new society. The new society stood for many things: growth, regeneration, renewal.

This meant new things to the people of the new world. After the flowering of women's rights for a few brief hundred years, women had returned to their role as the keepers of birth. The new society prized women for this sacred act. The new society required them to fulfill it. In the new society, each woman was a fertility goddess. And nothing more was expected - or possible.

The division of the sexes began as soon as children were old enough to leave the nursery and enter their separate schools. Boys went to schools that taught them skills, trades, technology, language, war and science. Girls went to a different kind of school.

The girls' schools, known as the 18's, trained young women up to fulfill their calling as mothers. It was a curriculum not only of domesticity but of indoctrination. From their first baby doll, to their "real dolls" they nurtured later on, young girls learned everything their adulthood would require of them in terms of mothering, nurturing, childbirth, childbearing. It was a simple, straightforward and relentless program that glamorized the status of motherhood. Each young girl was quizzed endlessly on her aspirations to have a family someday, her love for family, for children, and to bring children into the world. Those few whose attitudes languished were given extra support to develop their nurturing capacities, through long exposure to films of joyful mothers, mothers and children together, pregnancy and childbirth. The woman's realm.

In her 18th year, each girl's life was to change. The curriculum she had learned all her life would finally be put to use.

It was Emma's first day of her 18th year of school. She had turned 18 only a few days ago. She was now here: in the next grade. The headmistress was now speaking. The first class of the first day had begun.

"Good morning, young ladies. I am here to share some very exciting news with you. You all know the 18th year is a very special year. Now you will learn, today, what makes it so special." The older woman, severe - grey hair pulled back tightly from her stern face - paused.

"By the end of this final year of your schooling, each and every one of you will be pregnant or have given birth to your first child." She beamed at the assembly.

A shocked hush fell. There were hundreds of girls in the hall. After a moment of silence, an excited flutter of voices raised up. The girls were all talking, all at once. Emma's own heart did a flip-flop. Wow, she thought. Am I ready? She was smiling, but felt overwhelmed inside. This was news indeed.

The headmistress had gone on, dismissing them with instructions on their boarding house assignments, their daily routines, their new class schedules. All would be explained to them as the semester progressed.

Emma gathered her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. The strap dug in tightly against her large breasts. Emma's breasts were not particularly large, it was just that all girls in the new society had large breasts.

A steady diet of hormones and fertility drugs had altered the female form. Emma's breasts, like her classmates, were full, round globes that protruded enormously from her lithe frame. Her hips were wide, her rear was generously large. Each 18-year-old girl in her class had developed a form much closer to that of a highly fertile adult female, and their hormones affected them accordingly. All the girls talked of, breathlessly, was maternity clothing, pregnancy, breastfeeding, and the fears and joys of childbirth. And of course, when they would meet the man who granted them all of these divine pleasures.

Unbeknownst to the girls, there was a law in the new society. Each girl was required for her first child to be sired by her biological father. This would ensure the birth of hundreds of thousands of what was called a "double child."

A double child was exponentially more likely either to be a genius, or to be born with devastating incapacities. The new society - enormously dependent on technology- was hungry for geniuses, and absorbed the costs of producing them. For this reason, each girl's first mate- the father of her first child- would be her own father.

But the girls knew little of this. They knew in school they had been learning more about their fathers lately. Prior to this, all they knew was that fathers lived far away, and never came to the school. The girls never even knew their mothers. All they knew was school. And in school now they learned about fathers.

They watched videos of fathers and daughters taking walks together, holding hands. They watched the fathers and daughters sitting next to each other closely, the father speaking gently. They watched videos of a father pushing a daughter on a swing, the daughter their own age - 18 - wearing her school uniform, her long hair trailing as the father gently pushed her back, his hand lingering caressingly.

Emma particularly liked a storyline in one of the videos, about a father and daughter who grew closer and closer, sharing long walks on the beach, and even taking a trip to Hawaii. Emma knew something special was going to happen when the daughter was in Hawaii with her father, but she hadn't gotten that far yet in the story.

***

Within a few weeks of school starting, Emma learned that she would soon be meeting her father. She learned his name - Richard - and that she would soon be spending the weekend with him. She didn't know what to expect.

The timing seemed random to her, but in truth her meeting with Richard was carefully scheduled: she would be ovulating this weekend, her first fertile cycle since coming of age for conception.

Her teachers helped her prepare her appearance, and suggested ways she might engage and please her father in conversation. Obedience was key. She had internalized a strict code of etiquette throughout her youth that made her deferential to all men, and she knew she would not disappoint this man. But she did not know why she was meeting him - why now, what was intended to occur between them and how.

The sexual act itself was not part of the teachings of the school. Emma, like all of her friends, was deeply ignorant of the many of the most fundamental facts affecting her life.

***

Richard was waiting in the lobby of the 18's to be admitted to the visitation area and later - he knew - to the conjugal chambers. He was nervous. He ran his hand through his full dark hair, streaked with grey, and leaned his tall, muscular frame against the wall of the waiting room. His brow was furrowed.

He knew of Emma, but of course had never met her. No father in the new society was allowed to know his children. Besides, he was a busy man, the executive of a powerful government contractor, and he had compartmentalized the knowledge of his daughter and this visit. For it caused him pain.

The circumstances of Emma's birth were a profound secret that enfolded a tragedy. He had deeply loved Emma's mother. But love was forbidden in the new society. No man even knew the woman he impregnated. And so Richard's love was not only miraculous, but forbidden. The mother, Tamara, had died not long after Emma's birth.

And Richard had buried his pain for these long years, forsaking the company of the birthers at the Women's Stables.

Men were typically required to visit the Stables at least once a year to conceive a child, many men went near daily. But Richard had stopped going since his last experience with Tamara over 18 years ago-- the time she had looked at him sorrowfully and announced it would be a daughter. She had died soon after her daughter's birth, whether by sorrow or suicide, Richard did not know. Even the knowledge of Tamara's name and fate were forbidden, available to him only through the clandestine channels his power allowed.

So he never went near the Stables, had done all he could legally to excuse himself from the requirement of helping the Birthers to conceive. Instead he spent himself on a saucy concubine, one who was infertile, and so had been cast out of her school, cast out of the Stables - the respectable fate for all women - and as an outcast had more freedom than any. Bianca was skinny, self assured and wicked in bed. She had had none of the hormones, the indoctrination, the brainwashing since failing to conceive her 18th year. Those who failed to conceive were ostracized from respectable places, and Richard availed himself of Bianca's unconventional company whenever his male urges overwhelmed him.

But now he was back in the lobby, back at the 18's, waiting to meet his daughter. Tamara's daughter. He knew his heart was beating too quickly. He did not want to conceive with his own child, but even his influence could not bend the letter of the law.

He looked up. A figure was approaching him. A voluptuous girl, slim waist with delicious hourglass curves, full breasts jutting forward; long, dark, straight hair flowing behind her. Her school uniform was a tight white blouse that seemed to magnify her generous cleavage, and a short, pleated skirt that offered tempting glimpses of her thick thighs. Her eyes were dark, liquid, the long lashes lowered demurely as she walked toward him. Her soft, full lips had a sweet smile. She looked eager. Excited.

She looked like Tamara. Richard's heart stopped for a moment as he watched the youthful goddess approach him, the very image of her mother.

"Daddy?" She said uncertainly. All girls were required to address their father as Daddy. Richard cleared his throat. "Hi Emma, nice to meet you."

He knew not to extend his hand to shake hers. He had been groomed for this meeting, just as she had. He knew the protocol for this important moment. He sat slowly in the nearest chair, and he gestured for her to come sit in his lap.

She approached nervously, hesitantly. She had never even seen a man in person before, much less touched one. But she had been well-trained for this moment as well. She lowered her wide bottom onto his waiting lap. His hands softly lowered to either side of her thighs.

She immediately felt the urge to scoot back against him more, and make more contact. Her short skirt was riding up, and her thin, pink panties were directly on his pants. Her pussy was immediately beginning to juice, and she couldn't help it. The hormones made her wet continually. Richard could smell her liquids, and it changed his breathing. He was already intoxicated by her.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Emma." Richard said as he lightly held her. "Yes, Daddy," Emma softly. She was grinding a little without meaning to. She and her father were both flushed with the sheer excitement of this proximity.

The school matrons watched approvingly at the scene. There was always a chance of rejection, but this father and daughter were well-matched. The matron in charge wryly commented under her breath that the father would likely be stretching Emma open before dinner time. Their weekend together had begun.

***

The conjugal cabins were private, but the visits between fathers and daughters typically began under supervision in the visitation area. After the required 15 minute interval of lapsitting - Emma's big bottom grinding helplessly into Richard's growing erection - the couple was encouraged to take a walk around the grounds, although only if holding hands.

Richard gladly took Emma's small hand in his and led her slowly around the campus grounds. He was 18 years her senior. He had been all over the world, commanded fortunes, companies, armies.

Yet here he was the slave of this voluptuous young goddess. It was the only way he could think of her. Her lips like rose petals, her body bulging with fertility, begging to be fucked. He wanted to take her right here, in public, on the campus grounds, but he didn't want to scare or embarrass her.

And what was immediately apparent was her vast naïveté. She was wholly pure, raised only by the matrons amongst her virginal school chums. She had truly never seen or spoken to another man. She had been trained to be shy, demure, and deferential. She kept her eyes lowered as Richard spoke to her, only offering brief, feminine answers to his questions.

What did she want to be when she grew up? A mother. What were her favorite subjects in school? Caring for infants, breastfeeding. Did she enjoy school? Yes, but she was excited to finish the 18's this year and finally start her family.

It dawned on Richard as she spoke that the girl knew nothing of how the new society operated. She didn't know she was a Birther. She didn't know she was fated to enter the Stables, and there meet her lifelong quota of at least 25 births. She didn't know her children would be taken from her at birth, and raised communally amongst the women of the stables, each mother breastfeeding a new child each day, so that no attachments could be formed. She didn't know that after Richard and this first bonding experience, she would spread her legs for man after man - any man who desired her - and grow his baby in her belly because society required it of her.

This beautiful, sensitive girl had no notion that "starting a family" actually meant a life of enslavement into constant pregnancy and childbirth. The wide hips, the lush breasts would grow and grow with each baby she birthed. She didn't know - as Richard did - that after the first 15 or 16 children, the women were forced to continue via artificial insemination because few men would desire their used bodies by that time. And that after all the pregnancies her body allowed - until infertility or menopause - the girl would be repurposed in the new society, as a matron or a teacher at one of the girls' schools.

Emma could one day even be a headmistress at one of the 18's. But she would never, ever, raise her own child. She would never, ever breastfeed her own baby night after night.

And she had no idea of it. This was the slavery that Tamara had wished to save her daughter from. This was the slavery she rejected when she died - from despair, or her own hand.

Richard felt his face grow hot at the injustice of it all. He felt rage spill over into tears as he turned away from the beautiful daughter he had just met.

Emma saw her father's expression, and was scared she had upset him. She was silent, nervous, tense. She was intimidated by the tall frame next to her, this imposing man, his very maleness so new and intoxicating to her, his rich smells and the sound of his voice so alluring.

She wanted to make a good impression. She knew she had three days with her father, but she wasn't sure what would happen in these three days. She only knew she must please him, and do whatever he required of her. She squeezed his hand very gently.

"Daddy, would you like to see inside the apartments? It's getting close to dinner, and we can watch a film before the dinner bell." She smiled hopefully, timidly.

He cleared his throat. "Of course, my love," he said softly, sadly. He didn't want to use this girl. He didn't want to impregnate her because the law required it. But he knew if he were close to her - alone with her - nature would take its course. It wasn't only the hormones they pumped her full of, it wasn't the aphrodisiacs in the scented air of the conjugal cabins. It was her pure and simple resemblance to Tamara, the love of his life. It was Tamara's daughter, his daughter. His true love.

***

After touring the luxurious interior of the "cabin" - a very private small house, set apart from the main campus in an area near other small houses, densely shaded by trees - Emma and Richard sat down on the couch together. Emma told him about the story she had been watching, about the father and daughter in Hawaii.

"Daddy, can we watch it now? The next chapter is here in my class portal, and teacher said my assignment is to watch it with you." Richard nodded, uncertain. Emma continued, shyly. "I like to get my homework done quickly so then I can relax." It made him smile, how she said it like a confession.

She clicked the web link and a video came on the projector screen. Richard sank down a little closer to Emma on the plush sofa. She scooted a little closer to him, as well. The room was a little warm. He didn't see a thermostat nearby, and a little nervously removed his jacket. The video began.

A father and daughter had just come off the flight to Hawaii. They were frolicking on a beautiful beach, both had gorgeous, tanned bodies. The father looked down at the girl. The girl looked at the father. Gently, the father began kissing the girl.

Emma and her father watched the screen. The kissing went on and on. It dawned on Richard that this was his cue. His arm was around Emma. He bent toward her as the father had done on screen. Their eyes met, and he gazed into her eyes powerfully. His mouth descended to hers and suddenly the world turned to liquid as they kissed.

For Emma, it was the most powerful experience of her young life. Daddy's mouth is so warm, she thought, as his lips engulfed her. Their kiss started gently and quickly turned passionate. Now his tongue was dancing in her mouth, teasing her and she uncertainly licked back, now receiving him, now pushing back to him her own urgent kiss.

Richard was satisfied as the action onscreen escalated. The pair stopped kissing and watched as the father removed the daughter's bikini top. The film slowly panned into the girl's full round breasts, her large areolas, and now the father's hands reaching out to pinch and tease the tight little nipples.

Richard followed suit. He let his large hands move down toward Emma's bosom. Her big tits were barely contained in the stretchy fabric of her shirt. As he began to unbutton her, the shirt nearly popped off, the big breasts bouncing forward. No bra. Huge nipples met his eager gaze, the enormous roundness of her breasts set off by the udder-like perfection of her thick pink nipples. Breasts swollen from the artificial messages of countless supplements, fertility drugs and hormones. So huge. And hugely irresistible. Emma moaned as Richard bent down to suckle her, feeling for the first time the thrill of a mouth closing on her fat nipple - the thrill of a mouth pulsing and pulling and seeking the deep nourishment within.

Richard was in ecstasy as Emma began to moan and buck against him. The eager teen was moving against him as he kissed and bit her big breasts. He could feel the heat from between her legs, could smell her arousal. He was relieved as the couple onscreen now advanced their actions, the father bending down to open his daughter's legs, revealing her slick, throbbing sex between two puffy lips.

Emma's heavy lidded gaze at the screen was dull, then she moaned as Richard emulated the screen father, strong hands roughly grabbing each thigh to spread the delicious flower of her sex wide for him. Emma's skirt was riding up high above her hips, and her pink panties were sodden, stretched tight between her spread legs. Richard put his nose up to the crotch of her panties and inhaled her sweet, slick scent. He ran his fingers against her underwear and pulled them aside, revealing her puffy sex, shining with its dew, the wet juice soaking his fingers instantly. Richard groaned.

Emma was incoherent with lust. She saw the figures onscreen writhing in passion, the daughters legs around the fathers face, and she wanted Richard to kiss her there too. She moved her panties down her legs, and Richard quickly unbuckled his pants. His eyes bored into hers as he released his member, the massive purple erection springing free just as the father onscreen revealed his own swollen mushroom head pulsing up against the daughter's innocent flower.

Richard gripped his cock lightly as he brought it close to Emma's molten center. "My love, it's time. I need you."