The Breeding Test

I caught a lot of shit as the only female tech major at my small college. My classmates joked that I belonged at home, barefoot and pregnant. It drove me crazy, but not for the reason you'd think. Little did they know, they were touching upon a secret I was too ashamed to admit. Until now.

For as long as I could remember, my biggest fantasy has always been to be bred. I'm not talking about starting a family all lovey-dovey like. I mean bred. Used solely for my ripe little body. Fucked hard and filled, until my belly swells, and then fucked some more.

For the longest time, I didn't know how to square that filthy side of me with the top-of-my-class good girl I pretended to be. I wanted a career. Respect. But I needed to be used.

So I built an app that might just make me rich and pregnant. Virile men submit their applications, you swipe on the ones you like, and then all you have to do is wait. When the app detects you've reached the most fertile part of your cycle, it sends out your location to everyone on your list. Then it's a freeuse free-for-all, the only rule is that they have to finish deep inside... well, you know.

Now, it's all ready to launch and the only thing left to do is test it myself. For science...