Breeders & Bulls Pt. 16

He has an election in the next year, and this trade delegation will help him. I can't understand why. He does explain. Apparently, you have to do things to make people like you back. It sounds like a deranged exercise in romantic love, but the concept fails to settle in my head. I can tell that Hans knows I'm not really understanding it from the laughs and chuckles at my questions.

My head hurts a little, and it starts to get a little bit like one of those lessons at school that Jonas would have liked, and I would be thinking about anything other than what was being said.

It turns out when Sam left him high and dry he was already in politics and was quite good at it. Hans threw himself into work. I see when he talks about things he cares about he has a passion and is driven to try and do better for the people of Avon.

I tell Hans, "I would vote for you. You should just tell everyone in Avon about all the good things you are doing and are trying to do. They would be fools not to vote for you."

He smiles, "Well, it is a shame you can't vote. Not everyone agrees with me, though. I have to convince people. It is a constant battle."

"Well, then they are fools. This is what happens when you just let anyone vote. This seems pretty stupid to me."

He squeezes my hand and laughs. "I love you, Brett. You cheer me up so much."

Turns out Liam's parents are quite a high-powered couple. Liam's father is the president of Albion and his mother is the prime minister of Avon. My stepfather was a trafficker in breeder whores and now works in a backwater whore house. My real father, Richard, was swept away in a strong current at Pure Falls and my mother is a heavy drinker who waved as her lover was swept away. I think Liam wins.

...

The visit is over all too soon.

Right before Hans leaves. I overhear him and Liam talking.

"Do you think this will work? I feel like it is a risk." Liam says.

"Listen Liam, do you trust me or not? We will sort out your father once and for all." Hans says.

The next day, Hans leaves.

I am not sure I want to know what all that is about. Sometimes my lack of curiosity is alarming, but not alarming enough for me to push it.

(Chapter 60.) Giving Birth.

The night it started. I was insanely horny. I think back to when Thomas fucked me when I was in the sling. I am still not sure how he managed that. I know I am a lot bigger than Thomas got, but still; I admire him for that little feat.

During the day I had tried to play with my clit and had a few small orgasms, but I wanted to ride Liam's cock. I needed a real hard orgasm. I just needed to get fucked.

Liam did come home early and greeted me with a kiss. I practically pulled him to the bedroom. It was a really good fuck as well. We had been having really gentle sex, and this was gentle, but I was so fucking horny and he played with my fat leaking tits.

He suckled on me for a while and with his dick buried deep inside, I felt so good as he milked my swollen titties. Me, gently riding him. I needed more.

"Fuck me, Liam. Really pump into me," I said.

He lay back down and began to really go to town, thrusting up and down. I reached for my fat clit and really jerked it hard, really fucking hard. He was hitting all the spots and my fat body was so fucking close.

Then it happened, and it shocked us both. The gentle glow burst and I sprayed him with bitch cum. It was not just breeder spray though I felt a strange sensation in my nipples and I sprayed him with milk. I let out a shocked sigh of pleasure. My tits spurted. It was a strange and amazing feeling to watch the jets of milk correspond with my contractions. It was wild and messy, my leaky tits and cunt squirting. It sent Liam off immediately. As the orgasm faded we both laughed from the pleasure and intimacy of the whole thing. He kissed me as we both tried to take in what had happened.

That night I couldn't sleep. I felt like I needed to take a big shit all night. I did take a dump, and that didn't help. I was up and down pissing and in the morning I felt somehow the babies had lowered down inside me. I knew this was it. I got through to about lunchtime and the pressure had become quite severe, not painful as such, just a low dull pressure deep in my gut that would ebb and flow.

I knew what it was. I had gone into labor and I was scared shitless. As a breeder, this is my job and I am not ready for it.

I got up and went to piss yet again. I waddled into the bathroom and got the service bot to bring some water.

I take the water and Liam is fussing around me when he finds me just standing in the bathroom just looking at my fat belly in the mirror and in some discomfort. He is not working today, and he massages me when I finally feel something really strange. The feeling gets stranger.

Then I feel a powerful cramp and then I feel a flash of hot wet fluid splashing onto the floor, pushing out of my pussy.

"OH SHIT!! NO!" I scream. Not since the time my cunt popped had so much junk come out of me and it was everywhere. The cleaner bot whizzed around.

I looked at Liam. He just stood staring at me. He looks confused. "What just happened?" He says.

"What the fuck Liam? I think my water just broke. I better get to the prenatal center. I am in labor for sure now. I think I have been for the past few hours. Come on, let's go," I say.

We got to the prenatal center. The boys are coming exactly on their due date and I remember thinking that it is nice that I am having two punctual sons.

As the hours pass, I get bored, really bored. I stand up and let the cramps pass and get back on the bed. At first, it is just like I have the shits, just silly cramps and a strange dull ache in my back. Liam stands and holds my hand at times.

"Well, this isn't so bad at all. Fucking Thomas and Mason, drama breeders." I say and that was dumb.

But as time moves on, it feels like I have a weight moving down, pushing on my cervix deep inside. It starts to feel quite unpleasant. The dull ache gets worse and what started off like a bad period gets worse and comes in waves of pressure. I feel like I want to push; It is really starting to hurt now. Some nurse keeps checking on me. They look at my cunt to see how wide it is.

I keep wanting to get off the bed and just try to shit these babies out of my pussy. Like a huge pussy, baby shit.

The aches come in waves and the pain gets stronger and the waves come faster and they keep telling me that I am not ready. After a few hours of this and not being ready, I lose my patience.

I yell "When the fuck will I be ready?"

"Patience, mother," the nurse says and leaves.

It has been 8 hours since I got here and it seems like every fifteen minutes someone dials up the agony and the pressure and I can feel how far down the babies are. Punctual, yes, but really fucking painful.

The pain starts to become relentless and gets faster and worse.

"You are doing fantastic. The first one is the hardest, the next time will be a breeze." Liam says, squeezing my hand.

"Liam, you fucker, there is not going to be a next time, never. This is the last one." I pant and grunt.

"There are two of them, Brett." He says and I scream.

"I love you,'' he says and squeezes my hand. I feel the sweat run into my eye and it stings, but it is nothing compared to that last wave of nausea that just took over me. I can't believe this hasn't ended. I have been at this for 10 hours now. I am screaming and panting, covered in sweat and exhausted.

I have been here so long the nurse looking at my pussy has changed to a new nurse and he is down there again.

"Oh, Brett, you are almost there." He doesn't leave this time.

"Almost!" I yell in agony. I am fucking exhausted and in a lot of pain and this is only, almost.

The sensations totally change, as I feel an overwhelming urge to push down.

The nurse looks at my cunt again.

"Oh Brett, I want you to bear down and push now." He says.

Liam squeezes my hand. "Oh, Brett baby, you can do this."

I push, but I am so tired.

"Now Brett. Push." The nurse yells at me.

"Come on baby, do the breathing and then push." Liam says.

I look at him and pant with him and push, but it fucking hurts so badly and I grunt and push for what seems like forever, the nurse and Liam telling me to breathe and push.

"I AM FUCKING PUSHING!" I yell at them both.

Then something happens, a pain like no other I ever had. I feel a shift and finally, I can feel one of them slipping and sliding and it hurts. It stings worse than ever.

I can feel the first one slipping down into my cunt and if I thought it felt stuffed with Liam's cock, this is something else. My pussy stretched really far and wide and as painful as it is, this is almost a relief. There is nothing I can do. The baby is moving down and I can't stop it.

The head crowns and Liam's face goes pale. I get a strange smell and I know I shat myself and I don't care as the nurse takes the baby out of me and the relief is overwhelming. The baby looks so ugly covered in filth and as the nurse cleans it down and takes care of the baby; I lay there.

"Never again Liam. Never again." I yell as I use whatever last bit of energy I have to breathe and push again.

My cunt is on fire but the dull ache returns and for another 10 minutes, I pant and push. The longest 10 minutes of my life. Then it happens again. This one is easier but somehow more painful. The second baby slips down my already abused pussy. I feel the head crowning round my swollen cunt flaps stretching them impossibly far and wide. It stings really badly and I feel like it is ripping and tearing its way out of my snatch and I lie on the table, done.

Or at least I think so until they tell me I have to pass the fucking placenta, which takes another thirty minutes and when the whole thing is over and they set the healing pen around my taint. I just want to sleep. I hurt so much down there.

Finally exhausted, I clean myself off as Liam takes me to the shower and back to bed. Each step is agony. I wonder if I will ever feel anything in my cunt again. It still feels so big and wide. I am not going to see what sort of gape those little fuckers left. I think I would cry.

Then we get back to the room. I see them cleaned up and in their sleeping pods. My two little babies are so small and ugly. Bunched up faces with little mops of fairish downy baby hair. Fast asleep.

I feel a strange overwhelming thing in my chest. I know what it is, though. It is love.

...

Liam takes care of me the next few days. My cunt feels like it has been ripped apart. The healing pens can only do so much.

I feed them and clean them and I am now nothing more than a milking machine for these two. But when they feed, I get that feeling in my chest, that feeling of love, and not just these two little buggers feeding off me. The feeling is so different from Liam as they latch on to my tits. Little Jake feels a little scratchy as he feeds. Little Liam is different again, softer and nice, almost like his daddy.

Jake and Liam are still a bit ugly, I think. They still have bunched-up faces and wrinkled skin. I hope to the gods I haven't had ugly babies. After all that effort it would be too much to bear.

After three weeks, my cunt feels almost like I could take a dick and Liam and I are planning a night together. He is getting us a special meal. His father set off to Avon on the trade delegation earlier today.

I feed the babies and Liam gets in. He has been busy the last few days, but things should be easier from now on.

I finally can have a small couple of glasses of wine with the meal. I expressed some milk this afternoon and set it aside for them to have tomorrow.

We have a lovely first course of some grilled fish, which I really enjoy and as we get on to the real chicken. We hear the sound of a transporter outside of the apartment. There is a buzz on the alarm and then the lift doors open.

Three guards walk into the apartment wearing caps and belts. At first, I was shocked. I wonder what is going on.

There with them is Senator Rolo. "Liam, I have grave news. Your father's trade delegation was attacked just before entry into Avon. The Albion Liberation Front have claimed responsibility. The senate signed order 19. In his absence, you are needed at an emergency session of the Senate where we will formally swear you in as president until we can establish exactly where your father is."

"Is he alive?" Liam asks.

"We simply don't know at this stage but the Senate hereditary succession rules make you president of Albion please Mr. President, we need to go." Senator Rolo says.