Imagine You Went on a Date But you were Both Breeders
A part 3 to a prior submission and this series. (<Part 1 linked) (Part 2)
You didn’t know how it happened but you ended up in the Facility again. For many different reasons, breeders were highly monitored. In the walking world, breeding was encouraged, welcomed in fact, and the Facility was more than happy to take care of the aftermath and thank you for your contributions to the world’s population.
It’s only when you got carried away that they would apprehend you, let you cool down for a little while, and then release you and your libido back into the world to continue your normal life…or breed every open womb that was willing to accept you.
As you lied on the bed in an itchy hospital gown, listening to the whirring sound of ventilated air, you smiled to yourself as you recalled what got you there. You were a breeder male and you liked to flaunt that fact. Since turning eighteen you found that people couldn’t keep their hands off you. Maybe there was some scientific reason, maybe you emitted a pheromone, but you’d like to think it was your good looks, charming capabilities, and it didn’t hurt that you had a massive cock.