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Becoming A Breeder Pt. 1
🕑 Added 2024-12-03 22:37:15 +0000 UTCPart 1 of a story I forgot I had in the works. I shared it with a friend and they inspired me to continue it. Let me know what you think!
Becoming A Breeder
By
Brimmingbelly04
Part One
Jared was screwed. He was without both a job and place to live after breaking up with Scott, but that’s what he got for dating the boss…
The perks had been worth it for a while. On paper, Jared had been hired as Scott’s personal assistant, but it was a fairly open secret at the office that he was actually the CEO’s sexy plaything. Jared had quickly gotten so caught up in the easy life, he failed to realize Scott was losing interest in him until it was too late. He found out he’d been replaced in the bedroom (and soon, at work) when he found Scott in bed with what amounted to a younger, hotter version of himself.
Scott didn’t even have the decency to look remorseful when he was caught. He actually had the audacity to continue screwing his new boy toy as he watched Jared quickly pack what he could.
Surprisingly, the thirty year old wasn’t even that upset. He was more upset, initially anyway. Jared checked into a hotel and as soon as he settled into his room, he started looking for a new job. Unfortunately, not long into his search, he belatedly realized how much he’d been making as Scott’s very personal assistant…
Just performing the actual duties the position entailed, would earn him much less, but he still needed a job and soon, because as much as he made, he quickly spent it on things like fancy designer clothes and other frivolities. Within a couple days, Jared had applied to over a dozen places, but only ended up getting called in for one interview, and he didn’t get the gig.
After being out of work for a month, money was already getting very tight even though Jared had managed to curtail his bad spending habits. Eventually, things got so tight, he considered reaching out to who else but Scott, and begging for help, but he had too much dignity. What the thirty year old also had was something that would immediately land him a very well-paid job, but at a great cost in pretty much every way imaginable, hence his extreme hesitation.
Jared possessed the Breeder gene, making him one of relatively few people in the world still capable of reproduction. Breeders, as these people were called, were highly sought after and compensated accordingly, and yet the job had never interested him because there were just too many trade offs.
First and foremost, everything about life as Jared had come to know it would change. If he decided to become a Breeder, there would be no going back. Once the gene (mutation) was activated, there was no such thing as turning it back off.
Important as they were to humanity’s literal survival, Breeders worldwide were openly mocked for their appearance, which is why the vast majority of them went to live their lives and “work” on “farms,” well outside the public eye. Jared didn’t want to become an outcast, but considering his present circumstances, it didn’t seem like he had much choice.
He only had enough to stay for three more nights at the hotel, and he wasn’t close enough with any family or friends to turn to them in his increasingly desperate time of need. The person he’d been closest to had been Scott, and now… Unless he made this life-changing decision, Jared was going to end up homeless. That was probably the only thing worse than being forced to become a Breeder, so very reluctantly, the thirty year old contacted a local farm an hour or so outside of town, and set up an interview.
***
When he visited the farm for the first time two days later, Jared was immediately impressed. The place was huge, and from what little he’d seen of it so far, quite nice.
Even though it was out in the country, hidden from the prying public, it seemed like a place he might enjoy living at. If he didn’t have to constantly be pregnant (amongst other things) in order to do so…
“I’ve gotta say, it’s been some time since someone expressed interest in becoming a cow so late in life,” Aaron, the farm’s proprietor, noted shortly after Jared’s interview got underway in his nicely appointed office.
“I wouldn’t say thirty is late in life,” Jared countered, slightly offended.
Thirty was the new twenty! Thirty was nothing! Or it hadn’t been…
“In general, no, it isn’t, but on a farm, to be starting at thirty is quite late,” Aaron replied. “Most cows start their careers as soon as they’re of age. Why didn’t you?” He asked, raising his brows.
“You keep referring to Breeders as cows…”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged his broad, muscular shoulders, causing his flannel shirt to bunch. “They live on farms, they produce milk, and…”
“Babies,” Jared sighed, rolling his eyes. “Lots and lots of babies… Anyway, I never considered becoming a Breeder till quite recently, because I had other plans. Unfortunately, those fell through in a big, sudden way, so now I find myself in need of a job as soon as possible.”
“I’ll offer you the job right now, but you do understand if you take it, that it would probably be the only job you work for the rest of your life, right?” The farmer asked. “Of course, as with any other job, you could eventually retire, but even then, the changes you underwent would be…”
“Permanent,” the thirty year old finished for him. “I understand that,” he nodded.
“And you’re alright with that..?”
“Hardly!” Jared scoffed. He knew he wasn’t being exactly professional, but that he had the job if he wanted it, which he didn’t. “Honestly though, I don’t have any other options at the moment,” he shook his head. “I wish I had more time to see if I could find employment in my actual field, but…”
“It’s not going to be as bad as you think it is,” Aaron interjected.
“Oh, no?” Jared scoffed again.
“Relatively speaking, being a Breeder is an easy way to earn a living,” the farmer nodded. “I treat all my guys with the utmost care and compassion. If you decide to work here, for me, I can promise you you’ll want for nothing.”
“Just my former life and freedom!”
“Yes, for a while. But then you’ll go and pretty much forget all about your former life, or so I’ve been told,” he shrugged again. “So..?”
Tonight was the last night Jared could afford to stay in the hotel. In any hotel. He was desperate, but he still needed to know more…
“We haven’t talked terms of employment or compensation yet,” he replied.
He was used to negotiating and talking business, mostly on Scott’s behalf. Sooner than he wanted to think about, Jared wasn’t going to need such skills anymore.
Aaron proceeded to go over everything. Jared’s room and board would be fully covered, as would everything from clothing to medical expenses. He could choose to stop working for Aaron at any time between pregnancies, but if he did, he wouldn’t be permitted to stay on the farm, which meant unless he moved to a different one, it would be back to the “real world” sporting all the permanent, telltale signs of being a Breeder, of which there would be several. Jared, like all other cows/Breeders, would quite literally be a marked man.
“That’s why most cows, most of mine, anyway, keep going till they can’t anymore,” Aaron concluded.
“And when is that?” Jared asked.
“Once your gene has been activated, there’s no stopping it. No menopause or the like, which means you can just keep getting pregnant till…” the farmer trailed off in another shrug.
“Until they die?”
“If they so choose, I suppose. None of my cows have reached that age yet and hopefully by the time the oldest ones do, I’ll have built my newest facility,” Aaron smiled.
“And what’s that going to be?”
Needless to say, Jared had a lot of questions, but rightfully so. He was making a huge decision he wouldn’t be able to take back once he’d made it.
“I want to build a place for cows to retire. For a small fee, they could either continue, or come to live at my farm, but they wouldn’t have to get pregnant anymore,” Aaron explained. “They could live out their lives here in peace and comfort, rather than out in the real world, which can be a little…”
“Judgmental of Breeders?”
“Exactly.”
“Well…” Jared sighed. “The money is good. Better than I expected, honestly, but what would I even need it for if I become a… a cow?” He frowned.
“Hate to break it to you, but even as a cow, taxes are still a thing!” Aaron chuckled and winked.
“Most important ‘people’ in the world,” Jared rolled his eyes and used air quotes. “And we still have to pay damn taxes,” he shook his head. “Doesn’t seem fair…”
“No, it doesn’t,” the handsome farmer agreed. “Anyway, some cows do choose to leave every now and then to take a vacation or visit family, but for obvious reasons, the majority never leave the farm,” he shook his head. “So you could save your money to retire at the facility I’m hoping to build,” he nodded.
“What are my living arrangements going to be like while I’m working?” Jared asked.
“For your first two pregnancies, you’ll live in The Barn, which is the main communal living facility. During these two years, you’ll have a roommate. After that, if you and your roommate so choose, you can continue living together, you could request to be assigned a new one, or you could move into one of the cottages I offer and live by yourself.”
Living in The Barn sounded a lot like living in a dorm, which Jared had hated. He’d also hated having a roommate, almost as much as he now hated himself for having wasted all that time and money on college. His education had hardly come in handy working for Scott, and certainly wouldn’t here on the farm, living and working as a Breeder.
“And while I’m… pregnant, what exactly am I expected to do?”
“Not much more than just that,” Aaron smiled. “I just need you to stay healthy and take care of yourself and the babies, go to all the necessary medical appointments, and consent to all the necessary procedures. Other than that, what you do is up to you. I take pride in how much my farm has to offer my herd,” he nodded. “I like to keep you guys happy.”
“And fat…” the thirty year old groused.
“That’s a prerequisite for the job,” the farmer chuckled before asking, “Have you ever met another Breeder?”
Jared shook his head. “I've only ever seen two in passing.”
“Would yoy like to meet one now?” Aaron offered.
He shook his head again. “I think that would make me change my mind.”
“So that's a yes?”
Even though he didn’t have to, Jared thought about it some more. Unless he wanted to be out on the streets before the end of the week, he was otherwise out of options.
“Where do I sign?” He sighed.
***
Jared spent the next couple days closing out his life. Since unfortunately, he didn’t see himself needing it anymore, he sold his car and paid off what he owed. Since his fancy designer clothes soon wouldn’t fit anymore, he donated most of them, though he kept a few of his favorite pieces as “souvenirs.”
Sad as it sounds, the only person he wanted to say goodbye to before he otherwise disappeared, was Scott. He almost made the call till he realized that ultimately, his asshole ex was the reason he’d basically been forced to become a Breeder/cow. Screw him. He didn’t deserve a goodbye.
When the time came, Jared checked out of the hotel and went outside to wait for his ride. Right on time, a blacked out Mercedes conversion van pulled up. The driver hopped out, took Jared’s one suitcase from him and then opened the van’s sliding door.
Big as it was, the back of the van only contained one seat, which was massive, almost the size of a couch. A second Jared could’ve comfortably fit on it as well, but as he sat there, the only Jared knew that wouldn’t be the case much longer. If he ever decided to leave the farm and took a ride in this van again, he would fit in it quite differently. He shook his head and released a quiet, depressed groan as the van pulled away from the hotel.
Rather than sit in the center of the “seat,” the thirty year old sat off to the right, so he could use one of its armrests. Looking to his left, Jared noticed a large hole in the center of the bottom cushion. One large enough a kickball would’ve easily fit inside it. The sight of the hole caused him to shake his head and groan again.
Even though he possessed the gene, Jared didn’t know much about Breeders. To him, ignorance had been bliss. What he did know about his mutation, he didn’t like. This included knowing why the chair in the van had a large hole in its seat… It was there so that a cow’s typically kickball-sized testicles, aka, their udder, would have somewhere to go other than on or between their fat thighs.
While they weren’t small, Jared had always wished his balls had been a little bigger, but not that big! As soon as his Breeder gene was activated (which would happen soon after he arrived at the farm,) he’d get his “wish” as the hormone levels in his body went from normal to anything but.
As Aaron had said, most cows stay at the farm once they get there, so seeing one out and about in public was quite rare. Breeders may’ve been humanity’s literal saviors, but few people were nice to or respected them. In his thirty years, Jared had only ever seen two Breeders in real life, and one of the first things he’d noticed about both of them had been their udder.
Jared saw his first cow in person at fifteen. His massive, boulder-sized belly was naturally the first thing the teen had noticed, immediately followed by his enormous, watermelon-sized and shaped breasts. Last but certainly not least, young Jared had noticed the cow’s giant nut sack.
The Breeder gene caused an (obvious) hormonal imbalance. Said hormones were produced in the Breeder’s testicles, bloating them up incredibly, while unfortunately leaving their dick the same size it’d started.
The second time Jared saw a Breeder was two years later. He knew he wasn’t pregnant at the time because of the huge yet saggy paunch he sported. While this Breeder’s belly wasn’t massively taut and round, his tits were just as huge as the first’s, and his udder notably larger.
Big balls, bellies and boobs weren’t the only oversized body parts Breeders possessed… There were also their hips and asses. Carrying so many babies at once, so many times, altered the actual structure of a Breeder’s body. Their hips and asses widened and distended to an alarmingly unusual but necessary degree so they could not only remain mobile, but bear the fruits of their literal labor.
Both times he saw Breeders, Jared was blissfully unaware the same fate awaited him. He didn’t get tested for the gene till he turned eighteen. As soon as he got his results, je was horrified. He was also sure he’d never use his freakish mutation to his so-called “advantage,” because no. Just no. Let some other sap help keep the human race going…
Oh, how things had changed, because here he was, riding in the back of a van specifically designed to transport a Breeder, some fifteen minutes away from his home for the foreseeable future, if not the rest of his life. All too soon now, Jared would be nothing more than a literal milk and baby factory, tasked with bringing countless children into the world, while producing an unfathomable amount of milk till he either gave up mentally, or his body did physically. At the moment, he didn’t know which way he’d rather things ended?
Aaron was waiting for him with a big smile outside the “farm house” he not only lived in, but also housed his office. The handsome proprietor opened the van for Jared and then wrapped his muscular arm around his shoulders as he led him inside to “go over a few more details.”
Back in Aaron’s office for the second time, Jared realized how wide the chair he’d sat in previously was. During his interview, he’d thought it was an oddly placed loveseat. Now, he unfortunately knew better.
Never before had he needed any sort of physical accommodation. Going forward, pretty much everything would have to be designed for someone like him in mind, from the furniture he used, to the clothes he wore. Once again, Jared found himself dismayed and disgusted.
“Once you've been activated, I'll bring you to The Barn, show you to your stall, and introduce you to your stallmate,” Aaron smiled from his side of his desk.
Jared groaned. “Guess I really need to get used to all these cow and farm references, huh?”
“I would if I were you,” the farmer nodded. “So once we’re done here, I’ll take you to the vet for your procedure, but before that, we need to discuss your first batch of calves.”
“How many will I have?”
“How many are in your first batch depends on how strong your mutation is to begin with,” Aaron said. “Most first-timers have two to three, but five or six isn't unheard of if the mutation is strong. The more the merrier, right?” He winked.
“Yeah, sure…”
It was so odd for Jared to think about talking about so many babies at once. More specifically, talking about him being the one having them!
“After your activation, you’ll be given two days to adjust and settle in,” the farmer continued. “Then, you’ll be inseminated by a bull of my choosing.”
“A bull?”
“Someone who possesses the ability to…”
“Fertilize a cow, I get that,” Jared nodded. “But the insemination…”
“What about it?”
“How does it happen?”
“The good ol’ fashioned way, of course!” The farmer winked.
“Oh. OK…”
“Are you OK with that?”
“With you getting to choose who fucks me, or the fact getting fucked is part of the job?” The thirty year old rolled his eyes.
“Both.”
“Do I have any other choice?”
“Not exactly,” Aaron admitted. “But if it makes you feel any better, I really do try my best when it comes to making matches between my bulls and cows, both for them, and for the best possible results.”
“No, that doesn’t really make me feel any better,” Jared replied honestly. “But I guess we’re still on the same page?” He sighed.
“Good!”
“Yeah, for you!” He huffed.
“I know you’re going through a lot right now,” Aaron nodded. “And I know it won’t be easy, but it’ll help if you realize that soon, your gift is going to help others have the families they want. Your babies are going to go and live all over the world!” He nodded some more.
“I don’t consider my mutation a gift, and I’m not sure I ever will,” the thirty year old huffed again. It’s more of a… a way of life I’m still trying to wrap my head around!”
“You will.”
“Don’t bet on it!”
“You will,” Aaron repeated as he stood. “Now last chance… Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“No!”
“Jared…”
“I’m sure,” he nodded. “I’m just… Let’s just get this over with, OK?” He sighed as he stood too.
“Alright,” Aaron smiled as he wrapped his arm around his soon-to-be newest cow’s shoulders again. “Let’s get you over to the vet and get you activated!” He said all cheerily, like doing so was something really good.
It was. For him. For Jared? Not so much…
***
Same as what he’d seen of the farm so far, the “vet’s” office was nice. Even though it was located in a building that looked like it belonged on an actual working farm, inside, it was clean and modern, and equipped with what looked to be some rather expensive medical devices, many of which Jared quickly realized were oversized. Currently, anyway…
Needless to say, he was a bit overwhelmed, so he had a hard time concentrating on what Dr. Reed, the “vet” Aaron had left him with, who would be performing his activation procedure. Two things didn’t help, the first being that before meeting the doctor, Jared had been asked to change into nothing but a small, paper gown. The second thing that wasn’t helping an already difficult situation was the fact that Dr. Reed was quite hunky and handsome.
“I’m sorry,” Jared raised his hand once the brawny medical professional had stopped speaking at him, rather than to him (by no fault of his own.) “But could you go over things one more time for me?” He requested, with an anxious smile as he promised himself he’d really pay attention and listen this time.
“There’s not much worth repeating,” Reed shook his head. “Just because everything that happens today is quite simple. You’ll be asleep during the procedure, which again, is painless, though you can expect some discomfort at your groin when you wake.”
“Because when I wake up, I’ll have my…” the thirty year old hesitated. He didn’t want to say the word he was going to use next, but God knows he needed to start getting used to it. “Udder?”
“Your udder comes in as soon as the Breeder gene has been activated,” the vet nodded.
“It comes all the way in?” Jared asked.
“Some cows’ udders never get any bigger while for others, theirs get much bigger, usually after they’ve birthed a few batches. Honestly, it’s pretty much a crap shoot.”
“Great… So what about all the other changes?”
“Your hips will be notably wider when you wake up. Not as wide as they’ll eventually get, but enough for you to have to get used to. The rest of the changes will happen more gradually over the course of your first carrying,” Dr. Reed explained.
“Wonderful.”
“Now if you don’t have any other questions, I do need to get started because I have several deliveries to tend to this afternoon. Another busy day on the farm, but when isn’t it?” He chuckled, mostly to himself.
“How long is the procedure going to take?” Jared asked.
“Twenty minutes or so,” Reed replied as he pulled on a pair of gloves. “Just think of it as you get to take a nice little nap!” He winked. “Now if you could lay back on the table for me, please.”
Jared sighed again as he did as requested. There was definitely no going back now. In twenty minutes, following his “nice little nap,” his body and his life would be different forever.
“Now close your eyes and take a nice deep inhale through your nose for me,” the sexy vet gently instructed as he leaned in over Jared’s head, holding a mask full of gas that would knock him out.
Jared closed his eyes and took in his last inhale through his nose as a “normal” person. The next time he’d remember doing so, he’d officially be a Breeder. A cow. Fuck.
Comments
Feng Ruiying
Amazing. More ASAP please. Goddamn.
