Breeders and Bulls

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Breeders and Bulls Part 6

(Chapter 57.) Blemish free.

It is now only 9 months since we left the Academy. I am a breeder now in every way physically possible. Mentally and emotionally I am not.

I know Liam still feels somewhat responsible for what his father did and those last changes to my body. I also know him, he will try to do something to get revenge on his father. We haven't seen his father since that day. He has been away on several trips, which is good. However, at the end of the year, Senator Connor will be taking on the role of President of Albion. It is a rotating position among the nine senators. Liam has warned me he may be expected to step in and help his father.

My real descent to becoming a breeder was when Liam's father gave me something more potent than Cobra Blood and I sucked him off. Two weeks later, I had become a big titted smooth breeder.

After the first couple of times of being fucked raw, we did that a lot. I enjoyed the physical feeling of being that close. The feeling of his bare bull cock in me, his potent seed flooding me. I am not going to lie the conflicting emotions and shame of sex doesn't fade, but with Liam I am happy to be taken and fucked in that way.

We never quite had another time like the time I humiliated myself, but Liam's confidence as a bull seems to have grown in bed and he has become more dominant. My guess is that deep down, that is just a role he thinks he should play. It is a role he plays well and the one thing I do notice about Liam outside the Academy is that he exudes power and confidence in his dealings with other bulls. All that raw sex made it inevitable that I would miss my bleed.

Liam commented about me not being on the string. I told him to fuck off. He hugged me and seemed pleased. I suppose I knew that as a breeder I would eventually be bred and so that first visit to the doctor confirmed it. Liam is overjoyed that we are starting a family and a part of me is happy for him, but I have concerns.

One of the blessings has been not having my bleed, but not having them is worse knowing what is to come.

I am only three months gone at the moment and today is a busy day. We are going for a check-up for me and then to visit Angel.

I stand in front of the mirror and I have noticed that my belly has lost a tiny bit of definition. It shouldn't have yet and as I run my hand over my stomach, I think about the last few weeks. I have been tired, moody, and hormonal, but I have also been sick. I keep just throwing up and it is getting tiring now. I am taking nutrients, but I am struggling to keep fit and I hate that I might get fat like Mason or Thomas.

The whole thing has been a bit of a nightmare. My tits are tender and I get rotten heartburn and I started to piss more. But I really don't like my nipples and my skin. My nipples look darker. My pale pink nipples have taken on a slightly darker tone and, if anything, are even fucking bigger than before. I also have started to get a bit of acne. I never had acne and now this little shit inside of me is giving me spots.

I have a really big one on my cheek and one on my chin. I hate that, I am hideous. I will ask the Doc about this shit later.

"Come on, gorgeous." Liam says to me as I inspect the spots in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh, Liam, I have spots."

"Brett, honey, two, no three small spots." Liam runs a hand over my skin and I know he is trying to be helpful, but he is failing.

"Three no! Where is the third one?" I yell.

He points to one on the side of my nose.

"God no, I hate this. I have always been blemish free," I say. I feel him wrap his arms around me and kiss my neck. I love the scratchy feel of his bright red beard on my neck and his breath on me.

"Come on, mother. We are going to be late. You are still beautiful to me." He says. Liam is over the moon. He keeps calling me mother and I know he wants me to call him daddy in bed and so far I refuse.

"Liam, you dick. I want to be beautiful to everyone full stop," I say, and we leave.

...

At the Doctor's the first thing I do is ask about the spots and my nipples and the Doc tells me that is all normal for a breeder during pregnancy and I look at him. That is easy for a bull to say. They both seem a little less than concerned about me. My acne seems to just be a source of amusement. I remind them I have lived this long blemish free, and this is not funny.

He tells me my tits might get bigger and to expect some more darkening and growth of my nipples. Apparently, the vomiting will stop as well.

The Doctor is hateful. He does that thing on the table where he sticks a silver speculum in my cunt and probes around with my legs spread. I don't really like some strange bull poking at my pussy. They take my weight and then do a scan, and I am not ready for what happens next.

The Doctor says. "Ah! That would explain the slightly higher weight gain, Liam. Mother here is having twins."

"Twins? That can't be right." I am horrified. I want to ask them if I can stop this now. I already had enough. I don't want to push two out of me. What will they do to my pussy? I will be ruined.

"Well Brett, look, you can just about see the second embryo here." The Doctor says, and I don't look. Then it hits me, "Oh Fuck. Twins. No!! I will get really fat. I don't want to be fat."

Liam is beaming. "Oh, twins Brett. That is so exciting." He kisses me on the cheek.

"Exciting for you. You just had to put them in me and that wasn't a chore, was it? Now I have to fucking get them out. Shit, I don't fucking believe this. Twins, Doc, are you sure? They will make me so fat."

Liam and the Doc talk about the babies and how they are coming along. I feel like an observer and not a participant in most of this, but as a breeder; I am starting to get used to being talked over, or like I am stupid.

All the way over to the Academy to see Angel, all I can hear is Liam saying. "Twins, oh god Brett, I am so excited and you will be as well." Liam is getting on my nerves by the time the transporter arrives.

As we head in. I tell Liam, "Please don't say it is twins to Angel just yet."

"Why?" Liam asks.

"Liam, please not just yet. It is enough that I am telling Angel I am knocked up."

"Ok." He says, kisses me on the cheek and we head in to see Angel for a visit.

....

"Twins." I hear Angel say and laugh. "Oh god. Oh god." he laughs harder and wipes away a tear of laughter. "Fuck!!! Twins. Oh shit. I let out a bit of pee. Fuck." Angel says through the bouts of heavy laughter. I look at Liam and give him an evil stare.

"I told you not to say anything. This was why, you dumb fucking bull," I say to Liam.

I look at Angel, still literally pissing himself with laughter. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up, Jake, brother dearest."

Angel is reacting just as I thought he would. "Oh god Brett, it is funny. You, having twins, you will be so fat. Oh god, you have to visit when you are really fat, please. Oh god, I can't wait to see you wobble in here. Fat Brett." Angel starts crying with laughter again.

I see Liam is laughing as well. "Well, fine pair you are. What am I to you two? Just some figure of fun?"

"Yes." They say in unison and both start laughing.

"Fuck you both."

"Oh, poor Liam. I mean congratulations, but this is going to be hard work for you, brother-in-law. You have my sympathy. I suppose he is more concerned about the spots." Angel says as he gets up and hugs Liam.

"Bitch. You had acne, and you still got some scars from when you took that black market growth powder." I say sulkily.

"Come catty, give me a hug." Angel says, still chuckling.

"Spots. They are normal besides they will go eventually when my hormones die down," I say.

"I bet it was the first thing he asked the doctor about wasn't it?" Angel says to Liam.

"Of course as soon as we got there. Oh doctor, I got spots. When will they go? I just can't have spots forever. I have always been blemish-free." Liam recounts the story and mocks me. They both laugh. Liam is in so much trouble later.

"Still, you are beautiful to us." Angel says to me.

"Oh god. I want to be-," they cut me off.

"Beautiful to everyone." They say and laugh.

I am sulking now and Angel is loving this. "You know, Brett, those tits will get bigger. I mean, you got a fair set of tits, anyway. I bet you will like that won't you Liam?"

"Too right. I love his tits. They are great tits." Liam says.

Angel says, "Nice tits, ugly pussy." I see Liam laugh and he tries to stop when I stare at him.

"Enough you two. I am hormonal and this is upsetting the baby."

"Babies." They both chime in and laugh again at my expense.

"Ha. Ha. Can't we talk about Mother and the fat judge she paired with? Anything else, please," I plead.

Angel does change the topic quickly, "Oh my, I forgot you met him. Oh, my god, did you see it? I mean, he is fat. That thing is really thick."

"I know when we met I kept staring at it. I was like fuck that thing must hurt. It was really thick. Like a wine bottle which seemed appropriate, for mother," I say.

"I wonder if it gets fatter?" Angel asks.

"It fucking does. The dirty bastard was looking at my tits, and he got a full stub on. I was like mercy, he was bigger than my wrist. Doesn't get very long, maybe 10 inches, but shit."

Angel chips in. "Well, at least you don't have that problem with Liam here, do you? I mean no disrespect Liam, you are pretty thin."

I jump to Liam's defense, despite his bad behavior. "Well, Liam is thin, but he is 11 hard. That is more than enough for any breeder. I bet Mother needs a lot of wine to take Judge's bull dick." We are sitting and bitching about men like a couple of breeders. Will is working as a whore in the academy and Owen is partnered with a new bull. We talk about Mason, Thomas, and Little Brett.

We leave and Liam looks at me and puts his arm around me as we walk to the transporter.

Liam pipes up. "You didn't have to say I was thin."

"You didn't have to tell him I was having twins. You are in so much trouble, mocking my spots and condition. Besides, he has seen it hard and soft. Whenever you are around Angel, oh, you always get a raging leaking boner the minute you see him. Don't think I haven't noticed that. Anyway, baby what you got is more than big enough for me," I say and kiss him on the cheek.

He smiles and I say, "Come let's go home and fuck."

"I thought I was in trouble," Liam says.

"Oh, Liam, you fucking are. But I want to fuck first. I am really fucking horny," I say and I see him smile and his dick twitch.

.....

The next three months are hell. The sickness has gone, but so has my belly. I am starting to show now and I hate the large growing lump. It ruins my figure. I looked at Thomas and Mason with disgust as they let themselves get fat and now I am eating humble pie and fried chicken, huge amounts of spicy fried chicken. Six months pregnant and this only gets worse.

I barely have the energy for the gym. I pretty much have not been there for a month and, out of boredom, have taken to eating spicy chicken all the time. I crave it. I remember thinking how Thomas was disgusting for having so much food and belching, and now I am almost the same as him.

I thought I had learned about judging people, but I think I still have so much more to learn. I used to see breeders as second class. They were walking holes to be filled. Now I am a full breeder, twins in my belly, all my holes filled, and I am just thankful in a way I have a bull-like Liam who respects and loves me. Even then, it is not easy to see myself as his equal. We aren't even equal in our own home. I need him if I want a drink. I mean, I could do what mother does and get it smuggled in, but that is more out of desperation. I can order as much food as I want, but not a drink. Obviously, I am not drinking with the twins, but that isn't the point of it. I rub my belly and belch as I eat another piece of chicken and wipe my greasy fingers.

I look at my belly, still quite small compared to how big it will be. My worst fears are coming true. I am getting fat. The definition from hours and hours in the gym pushed and taut as my belly fills with Liam's seed. He loves it. He has been giddy.

There are times I am happy but I am having twins. I know I moan about my appearance and the physical changes, but that isn't really what bothers me. All of that vanity is me just being who I am. The thing that bothers me is what will life be like for my boys. Both Bulls like their father. Both Breeders like Jake and I. Or even worse, one a Bull and one a Breeder. I hate this place and the life I am giving them and find it hard to see the upside in doing this.

I think it was only really when I began to get butterflies in my belly last month that I really began to think about what Liam and I are doing. I tried to speak to him but he is so happy and really busy at the moment. I tried to tell him how I was feeling, but I couldn't really explain to him how I felt. I was on the verge of saying something that would unintentionally hurt him, and I stopped.

He tries so hard to normalize things between us, especially behind closed doors. That I feel almost ungrateful raising these sorts of worries. I also know that, as everything we have is pretty much at his father's pleasure, he is as much a prisoner of our future as I am.

I really don't have anyone to talk to about my feelings. I went in to see Angel a month after I had been in to see him with Liam. He looked awfully sheepish and then told me his news. He was knocked up. Only one month behind me, as it turned out when we visited him last, he was two months pregnant. He apologizes for laughing at me. I can tell he is shocked and upset. He will have to auction the baby off. I see that it hurts him badly.

I feel so conflicted because when he is sad and upset, I see Jake, my brother, still in there. Then he tosses his hair back and says something like it is all for the best' or I would be an awful mother' and Angel is with me. He has such inner strength. I don't know where he gets it from. I almost want to shake him and say to him he would be a wonderful mother. I can't think of a better person to be a mother. I know that is not what Angel wants to hear, but I have no idea what Jake wants me to say to him.

I am devastated not only because I can't open up to him. That seems irrelevant and churlish to talk to him about kids that I will raise in luxury. Kids that will drive me insane, but I will almost certainly love. He will have his child taken away. He pretends he is fine, but this is the first time I really worry about him. It is affecting him a lot more than he cares to admit.

.....

My nipples are huge. They were already big enough but now my small pink boy nipples have become large brown nipples with long teats. Yesterday when I woke up I had just one small spot of crusted milk. It was enough to send Liam into a frenzy and he sucked my tender breast sore trying to milk me.

He couldn't get anything out but I had another spot this morning telling me that at some point I will have these two little fuckers inside me and that big fucker I am bonded with feeding off me like some sort of cow.

Liam did make me laugh. Bulls are so predictable. I sort of understood his fascination with my tits and my potential tit milk. I know Liam loves my breasts and now these last few months they are less tender and painful. I am giving him back access to them. He works them well. He knows he gave me these and has a sense of pride in them. Strange as it is I can't help loving him because I know I would be no different. I was the same with Thomas.

I finally relented to Liam's desire to be called daddy. I thought back to the time that Thomas had called me daddy when he put my cock between his tits and jerked me. I had been looking at myself in the mirror as Liam was lying on the bed. I walk to the bedroom and I see the sexy fucker lying, smiling. Deep in thought, mostly dirty I would guess looking at the slither of pre-cum that shines on the head of his bull pole.

I stand at the foot of the bed, and he looks up. "Fuck Brett, you get sexier every fucking day." He says, and the compliment makes my already damp cunt leak a little more.

I caress my tits and cup them together and pose for him, and his grin turns to a leer of lust. I see his long pole dance a little.

"Fuck Liam, my tits feel real good today. So sensitive, so fucking good. These are your tits, daddy.

You should let me put your tits on your cock. That big bull cock between my big swollen titties. I bet daddy would like that. I know I would," I say, and I notice the word daddy almost sets him off like that day in the ceremony. His long bull pole bobbing and straining as I release my fleshy orbs from their cupped position. I walk and then crawl onto the bed. The heavy fun sacks hang and sway below me. He parts his legs. "Shit Brett. What's got into you today?"

"You daddy. You are the only thing getting into me today, but first I need to get that big cock between these fat tits and milk it. I want to feel your cum on my big, swollen tits."

I engulf his dick in my breasts and squeeze my tits between his cock and rub my mounds over his sexy bull dong. I see the pressure is enough to roll his foreskin back and forth and I work him. "Fuck daddy your cock is so big and good between my titties. So long and good. These are your titties, daddy. Filling with milk because of your seed."

He pants and moans as I really go to town on him. I only ever had three tit jobs. Two in the whore houses of Boystown with my uncut dick and one with Thomas on my cut breeder dick. I look at Liam as his long uncut bull dick is squashed between the mounds he gave me. The sensual flesh squeezes the shaft of his cock. Tit jobs on my bull cock were one of the things I longed for as a Bull. Now as a breeder I have a bull dick cupped against me, the long veiny pole of Liam's dick being milked in his tits.

My pussy feels so wet and empty as I work him and watch his cock. I see his face contorted in pleasure as he gets close. I envy him and love him so much. When I call him daddy he looks up at me and sees his fat pole between his tits. He knows the belly is fat with his seed. He knows the cock I am squeezing and coveting did all of that. My submission to his dick evident physically. He doesn't last too long. I didn't expect him to. The word daddy is the trigger he needs.

"Yes, daddy cum on me. Coat my tits with your bull seed. Mark my tits with your baby juice." He grunts and I see his face and feel his dick twitch. He thrusts up and his cock head bursts out of my cleavage. I see his load roar out of his dick. I see his seed shoot and it hits his chin as he looks down and watches his cock cumming between my tits. I look at the thick glob of cum hanging below his mouth. Another blast hits him high on his chest. The rest lies on his dick, chest, and my tits.

I lick his chin clean, the taste of his cum now familiar to me. I love the taste of his thick potent bull snot. I smear his spent cock on my tits coating them with a sheen of drying cum. My pussy is soaked I want to be fucked. I feel submissive today. I can see his spent shaft will get hard soon, and I know he will not take long before he's good to go again. Liam pulls me in for a long, strong embrace.

His tongue invades my mouth. He devours me and I let him. He rolls me over onto my back and climbs between my legs, and he slides into me.

"Yeah. Fuck, Brett. Take daddy's cock." He says as his bull shaft spreads my needy wet walls, devouring that part of him.

"Yes, daddy. Give me your raw bull cock," I say as I look at him on top of me and feel his raw dick in my hole, ready to fuck me and unleash his seed into me.

"I love you.'' He says, and I know he does.

"I love you too, daddy. Now fuck me hard." And he does. ...

Liam is so busy these days. His father takes on the role of president soon. I can hardly believe that. My mother is most excited. I think he has visions of him and the fat judge attending every social occasion in Albion for the senator's one year tenure. Mother seems happy at the moment. He keeps telling me he hasn't been this happy since he was with Richard, mine and Jake's real birth father. I also know that he is looking forward to `all the lovely drinks they have at those fancy parties.' That is all Liam and I need, my mother floating on a cloud of booze amongst the great and good of Albion.

When Liam broached the subject of helping his father. I was dead against it. However, I got a sense that there was more to this news than Liam was letting on. He was a little cryptic but he told me that when the time was right he would make his father pay for what he did to me. This was not the first time Liam spoke like this.

I didn't push it. I just made him promise to be careful. I know that Liam is clever but his father is a brute force and that scares me.

So Liam has been helping his father with a trade delegation to Avon that is planned for just over three months. It means I hardly see him during the day. Mother is round here all the time, and I still meet with Thomas, Little Brett, Mason, and Angel. But without the gym, I am sort of bored..

Liam left this morning and he was acting all sort of strange and excited as he left.

It is getting late even for Liam and I am full of chicken. Then the doors open. It is Liam and three other men.

"Surprise!" Says Liam as they stand there.

I recognize one of the men and it really is a surprise. I have seen Hans on the visi screen many times and only from the waist up. Now here is Liam's mother, Hans, who usually wears strange modesty garments, as is the way in their home country of Avon, but here they are side by side. In the flesh and side by side mother and son are so similar. Hans is a shorter, older version of the old Liam. He stands 5" 11', very toned. Red hair which is lighter than Liam's. They do however share a matching set of deep red pubic hair. Pale skin and green eyes.

It is almost like I am seeing Liam without the Golden Nectar before he became my bull.

However, there is one thing that I really notice about Liam's mother, and one thing only. I can barely take my eyes off it and instead of saying hello, I blurt out,"Hans, you have a cock!"

....

(Chapter 58.) Hans visits.

Hans looks at me and laughs. "Well, Brett, I hope you don't greet all your guests that way." Hans says, and there are two other men with him wearing belts and carrying what looks like some sort of weapon. I think they are called guns. One of the men has a small cock, a bit like Aiden used to be and the other a little bigger, but these are not bull cocks. I notice the bigger of the two men has a cut dick. I stare for a moment just to be sure that his foreskin has not rolled back but no he is cut. Hans dismisses the men, and he moves towards me. I stare at Hans and his dick. It isn't a big cock may be hanging down four inches, with a long overhanging foreskin. His dick rests over a nice set of balls. He walks towards me and it has a nice sway to it. He opens his arms and hugs me. And kisses both my cheeks before he stands back.

"God, you are gorgeous. Fuck, if the men in Albion all looked like you, I would have moved here with Liam years ago." Hans says and I almost blush, but I do smile.

"Thanks," I say, and am confused. He just called me a man. But I will take the compliment.

"No seriously Brett, that visi screen does not do you justice. Shit Liam, you are lucky. Any trouble with Liam, you let me know and I will remind him just how lucky he got with you dear boy." Hans says, gripping my cheek and shaking it.

"Thanks," I say and look at Liam, who is grinning.

"Mr. Halstad-." I say, but Hans cuts me off.

"Hans, please call me Hans. Shit. I could eat you all up." Hans says and I see he is hard now. Maybe just under six inches, about the size Liam was maybe smaller. I am blushing and hiding my belly.

"Hans, do you want a drink? You must have had a long transport. Liam, get your mother a drink. Hans take a seat. Liam didn't say you were coming. He didn't tell me you had a dick either. I wonder what else he didn't tell me," I say, and smile at Hans and then give Liam a look of thunder.

"Well, I asked him to say nothing. I only told him myself last night. About the visit that is, little shit has known about my dick for ages," Hans says.

"Hans, would you like a drink?" I ask again, still reeling a little from the shock.

"Oh, a dry white wine would be great," Hans says.

"Liam chop-chop. I will speak to you later. Wine for your mother," I say, and Liam gets up.

"You have him well trained, good for you. Oh, so nice to finally meet you in the flesh and there is so much of it. I don't mean the baby bump. No, it is those muscles and legs. God, you are a very attractive man. How are the twins coming on?" He asks, looking at me.

"Yes, great," I say, and let out a belch. "Sorry, I just ate some spicy chicken. Yes, great, well apart from everything. The weight, not being able to work out, tits getting bigger, pissing all the time, the sickness. I am sure you would know if I missed anything out. So no, it is great. I love it," I say.

"Well, you look wonderful. I hated it as well. Still only three more months now. Trust me those are the worst and then the first year, but after that, you will forget all about it. I know I did. I was always forgetting about Liam. God, he was a boring baby. Sleep, eat, shit, piss on repeat for a year. No crying, nothing. I nearly slapped him once to make sure he was real and not some robot sent by his father to spy on me."

"I will have to try that myself, especially these past few months. Eat, piss, work, fuck-- when he can be bothered. Still, he has his uses. Getting you a glass of wine doesn't seem to be one of them," I say.

"Oh shit!" Liam says. He seems to be a little out of it; he gets the service bot and sorts out drinks for himself and his mother.

"Well, I would give you my permission to slap him when required, but I really don't think you need that. It is clear there is only one bull in this house. And it isn't the one with the skinny snake dick." Hans says, and I laugh.

Hans takes the wine and drinks it down. "Liam, dear, get me a beer. That wine was one of the reasons I didn't move here. It is like vinegar." Hans says and we chat for ages.

It turns out Hans is here on business with Liam's father. Something to do with the trade visit to Avon in three months. Apparently, Liam is acting as the go-between.

Hans explains why he came. "When Liam called me and told me that Sam was desperate for a big trade initiative for his presidency and that a trade deal with Avon might be the way to go. I said, no way am I helping that bastard. But I thought about it and it gave me the perfect opportunity to finally see you and my baby boy in the flesh. As for him, that old bastard, I would be happy if I never saw him again. I still haven't forgiven the old git for what he did to Liam.

"I mean Brett, dear, look at him. When I saw him at the international transporter hub, I was shocked. Visi message only shows you so much and Liam here has more to show than would fit on my little visi screen. You obviously took that thing, your belly is evidence of that."

"Well, thank you kindly. It wasn't very hard. I mean, it was hard, but taking it was easy enough. Just slips right in. It isn't too fat. Girth might be more of a problem but no that thing just fits a treat," I say.

"Well, yes dear. Really slips in. That thing slips in? God, Albion is a fucked up place." Hans says, and I like his candor.

"Brett! Mother! I am here." Liam says, looking worried about what either of us might say next.

"Hush, baby, I am talking to Brett. Do something useful." Hans says.

"Liam, Get Hans another beer. So, are you going to meet Sam then?" I ask.

"Probably. At some point this week. Liam will only be able to do so much back and forth. If Sam wants to make a splash as President with a trade deal with Avon, then I will have to at some point. That is the downside. The upside is I am here for a week if that is ok with you Brett? I will be busy but I hope to spend some time getting to know you. I already like what I see." Hans says to me.

"Oh, that could be fun. I like you too, Hans," I say, and belch.

"You know Brett. I could give you some help on diet and you look like a man who keeps in shape but I fear you may have let that slip. I can give you some really good advice on that. What would you say if I could tell you some tips to keep as much of that figure as you can."

"Really, that would be amazing. I just feel like giving up at the moment," I say.

"I know exactly how you feel. Trust me with a few simple tips and tricks. You will pop those little buggers out and get back to the gym and back in shape in no time. I mean, only if that is what you want. I don't want to be rude and interfering."

"Really? No, quite frankly, I like that you speak your mind. Feel free to be as rude as you like. I am tired of people telling me how great I look. Trust me, I know when I look great and right now I am not in my best shape. I would really appreciate a little help. I do seem to have lost my motivation recently." I say and I see that Liam looks a little hurt.

"Well, thanks, Brett, I don't mean to offend, but I know I can be a bit much. So we will do just that. I didn't have half the figure you have when I had that little shit. But I was back in shape in no time. And I said never again and as you can see. I am only built for putting kids in men these days." We stay up quite late talking and I like Hans. He is quite direct and funny. I think the attraction is that he has had his cock restored and it fascinates me. This is a man who saw things on both sides of the fence and chose to have a cock. I can understand that choice.

.....

The next morning, Hans and Liam go out. However, Hans comes back and takes me out for lunch. Those two men who were with Hans follow us. I don't ask.

Hans ordered some rice and fish, and it was really quite good.

We sit and chatted a little, and I finally picked up the courage to ask the question I have been meaning to ask since I saw him.

"Hans, can I ask you something sort of personal?" I say.

"Brett honey, you can ask me anything you want, but I can guess what you are interested in knowing," Hans says and smiles.

"You well..." I say.

"My dick. You want to know the story. Brett, seriously, you greeted me with the words `you have a cock' so I guess you were surprised and intrigued." Hans says.

"I well it just... it was..." I say, struggling to find the words.

"Oh Brett, don't be shy. Let me tell you, I met Sam years ago, and he swept me off my feet. I mean Albion men are popular in some circles. Anyway, that wasn't the attraction. He was funny, charming, and impressive. I loved his confidence and his intelligence. The only thing I really didn't care for was his dick. I mean, it was just so fucking big and I don't have some modified `butt cunt'.

"We eventually did have sex, and it was pretty awful. We would still see one another, cock fight, suck each other off, jerk, that sort of thing, but I could tell he wanted more. He tried to talk me into taking all sorts of shit. I said no. Then he talked me into trying some Pussy Guy. Well, that stuff has been around since before the dark age. The stuff we tried was a variant for a bigger guy. Anyway, it only gives you a temporary vagina. I was still reluctant at first, but it was temporary and you know what, it worked. I mean, with Sam, for me it was never about the sex, but for him, you know Bulls of Albion, fuck, this is a whole country based around sex.

"Anyway, you know the story: For a while it was great. Then the sheath broke, and I got pregnant and I wouldn't move here. He wanted me to come here as a breeder. No way was I doing that. Sam was a fling, someone I would see every six months or so. That was when I saw there was a real dark side to the man. He would still visit, but less often and really just to see Liam. We really had lost any of that old connection.

"Then the business with his boys, the murder and the transporter accident. Well, when Tom and John, his only two bulls went, he really changed. Sam Connor was hiding a really cruel soul. Liam was his last chance at a bull son. He became threatening towards me and Liam. I think that darkness was always there. I just hadn't seen it. Love is blind, they say.

"So there I was in Avon with Liam and a pussy between my legs. I mean, I didn't mind having a cunt, but you know what it is like. Personally, it wasn't for me. I missed my dick. I loved having a dick. Just so much more practical. I missed the look and feel. I missed fucking. I mean, getting fucked was fun, but I missed fucking so much. I hated everything: the leaking, the smell, the bleeds. Well, you know all this shit. Anyway, years later I heard of a restoration treatment for Pussy Guys like me. It was a stupid thing to do. It was a crazy trial of a drug treatment in the country of Finnbass.

"Well, you think Albion is bad? Finnbass is bat shit crazy. Anyway, it didn't work and nearly killed me.Liam brought me here, I was too sick to know what the hell was going on and Liam stayed. Course I was furious with both of them, and especially Liam. I love the boy, and I know you do, but life here... I mean look at him, with that crazy tool between his legs. He looks, well forgive me Brett, but he looks ridiculous, to me at least.

"Anyway, it was just over a year later a clinic opened up in Avon. A restoration treatment. It was tried and tested, not some crazy experimental drug. It was something that was needed. There are many men like me stuck with genitals they don't want or some guys who want to swap. So I contacted them and they started my treatment. I was still not speaking to Liam at that point. Well, I took the chance, and it took a while. About 6 months for this. I mean, for me, the relief of just having my dick back, you have no idea. Actually, I didn't mean that. You are one of the few people who really would understand." Hans finishes speaking.

"How did it grow back? How much bigger could you get it? I mean. I am just curious," I say, and Hans laughs.

"Well, the same way they take it away, I guess. I am not a doctor or a scientist. Apparently now there are even better treatments than the one they used on me. They take less time. Some give you everything back. To be honest Brett, my penis was bigger than this before, but I was just glad to have my dick back." Hans says.

"So you were bigger? Can I ask how much?" I ask.

"Well, we are talking just over an inch." Hans replies and smiles.

"Can you get that inch back?" I ask.

"Brett, dear, those treatments are still in their infancy. I was just pleased. Besides, they call it a restoration treatment. It will restore a person to more or less what they were. Less is the norm. There are clinics that will enhance you, but generally, those things are prohibitively expensive for all but the very rich and are quite risky. I had a friend whose dick had to be cut off when he tried to get it made bigger. The drugs they use here in Albion are not properly regulated or tested. Albion may have perfected dick growth but they don't share that information freely and many people died creating what they call Golden Nectar. That was a brutal time in your country's history. So I do have enough credit for extra inches, but I didn't want to take the risk. I have heard some horror stories, and not just from my friend. Dicks that get bigger but won't get hard without a pump, cocks that are deformed. That whole business is not for me, that wasn't what I wanted. Trust me. I am just relieved that I can finally be happy in my own body." Hans says.

"I see," I say. It makes me think. "I suppose anything is better than my dumb cunt," I say.

Hans laughs. "Trust me, Brett, I do understand. Seriously, once I got it back, I was just pleased. Anyway, this thing is plenty big enough for me. After having lost my dick it was just a sense of relief and completeness. I was me again. I think you probably understand exactly what I am saying." Hans says, sipping on water.

I am fascinated, and we talk about me and my experience in the academy.

I find once I start, I can't stop. He is horrified about how they cut my dick. He tells me that is just so unnecessary. He hadn't realized that Liam was cut as well. Liam had kept his foreskin restoration and those stories secret. Hans tells me that Liam does have a tendency to be a little introverted and secretive, he advises me that is a Connor trait. We both laugh a little as we both know that Liam does sometimes keep things to himself but usually he is trying to do the right things. We share experiences on our clits. Hans is amazed that I don't have a hood to protect mine. I am fascinated by Hans having a hooded clit. He tells me he even kept his freckles; they looked bigger and gave him a mottled clit. We laugh about that.

I marvel that getting a cunt by taking Pussy Guy would take minutes. He looks sad when I tell him about the jerking room. He wipes away a small tear as I let out the full horror of those months in the breeder dorms. I tell him about the shame I feel. I don't cry. I just feel so relieved to talk to someone honestly.

I tell him everything and don't hold back. I talk about my horror and pain. I tell him about the shame and how it is never ending. I talk about the pain of watching my cock shrink. Days of watching it wither and wilt away. All of that wonderful proud dick was taken from me slowly. I tell him how the sight of my clit, mutilated, sensitive, fat and ugly, is even now a source of torture. I talk about getting fucked and the conflict. How my pussy needs it even as I hate that I need to get fucked. I get to the end, that day with Sam and my voice, the night I asked Liam to tit me, the loss of my body hair, the way I feel inside, how I feel about the two boys growing in my belly. He wipes tears away at many points of my story.

As I get to the end I find I can't help but cry, I just feel it come on. The relief of knowing that someone heard all of my story and listened without judgment. I don't know why I told him so much. I think because he never gave up. Hans almost lost his own life trying to get his dick back. He held my hand throughout, squeezing it at points. He tells me he is glad I told him my story. I am glad I told him.

We head back to the apartment, and he holds my hand as we walk. We chat and laugh and I know I have made a friend. Someone who really understands me.

....

Over the next few days, I really bonded with Hans. We visit Thomas and Little Brett. He takes me swimming and we swim for two hours solid. He shows me an immersion unit that lets me walk around the snow-capped villages of Avon and my legs ache. It makes me a little dizzy, immersion units do, but it was good exercise and Avon is beautiful. It will be something I will do again.

He teaches me a little bit of yoga things I can do over the next few months. All activities I can do to keep in shape.

"Are you doing this because I am fat?" I ask.

"Well yes. But Brett, before you got pregnant, how many hours did you spend in the gym?"

"A lot."

"So you did that because?" Hans asks.

"Well, I wanted to be big and look good," I reply.

"Exactly. Honey, if that is your thing, being pregnant is no reason to stop trying. Sitting around all day bored and eating spicy chicken, that isn't who you are, is it? I know you are not happy, you already told me that much." Hans says to me.

"Well no. I guess."

"Brett, it took me a short while to work out who you are. You really are not that complicated and I like that about you. No, I love that about you. We are quite similar in some ways. I never gave up hope that I would get my dick back. It almost cost me my baby boy and my life.

"I know our circumstances are very different, but that feeling in your gut, and I'm not talking about the twins, I mean that feeling that you can't be this person. I understand that. Listening to your story, I hope you don't settle and just accept this because it is easier. You feel like just giving up. You have had so much taken from you and you still are fighting that.

"You are still the old Brett that walked into that academy and you are fighting hard to hold on to that. Well Brett, that must be hard. So let's keep you fit, those muscles big and strong. Show these fuckers who you are. A big bull of a man, no matter what they do to you. Brett, you keep fighting to be the man you are inside and never give up, sweetheart." Hans says to me.

"Ok, so yoga, walking, pulses, fish, and water. It is no real substitute for not having a dick, is it?" I say and grin at him and he laughs.

I like Hans because I see hope in him and his story. It might seem impossible now, but it inspires me.

....

He talks about diet, fish, vegetables, fruit and then gets Liam to give the bot a list of restricted items. I did sort of agree and I knew I would thank him one day. The fact that I was using food as a comfort blanket was not in keeping with my character, but when soda went on the list, I almost cried like a baby.

I had also noticed that after that first night; he didn't have a real drink and nor did Liam. Liam told me on the second night he was not allowed a drink till I had safely weaned the babies off the teat and onto the bottle. It was only fair, his mother had told him.

It made me laugh that his mother could tell him off like that. He must be hating this, his mother and me bossing him around.

I liked the attention and the compliments from Hans and the fussing. While he was bossy, it was coming from a good place.

Those men who follow Hans around make sense once he tells me he is the Prime Minister of Avon. We are having a late lunch together. I finally ask who the two men are. He has to explain what all of that means. Something about voting and choice. It all sounded very strange. Everyone gets a choice, even bad people. It sounds like a terrible idea.

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 59.) Tit Milk and Plotting.

I am nearly due, and I am conflicted. Part of me is excited to see the babies. Jake and Liam are the names we picked. Well, I picked. I still miss Jake and I have a little Brett, so it only seemed fair that Liam gets a little Liam. But fuck, pregnancy is not for me.

I think what bothers me most is how people love that I am knocked up. Mother, Liam, Thomas. People who knew me. They all seem to think I should be excited. They knew the old Brett and they knew I never saw myself as a breeder and not one with tits and twins on the way. Yet they all seem to think that I should forget that person and just act out a part that is enjoying this.

I look at them and sometimes want to scream that I am still in here. I know I should be happy, I am with a bull I love, but I was forced to become this breeder. I might be physically changed but inside, emotionally, I am still the Brett who went into the Academy just over two years ago.

In some ways, I think my experience with Thomas was what got me thinking about these things. He told me how much alike we were and for a while, it was true. He hated that pregnancy with little Brett. Now he is knocked up again and loves it. This is his second now, and he has lost all his muscle definition. Talks about how happy he is. How much in love he is. How being a breeder is not that bad and he loves being pregnant. Maybe he is pretending, maybe they all are. I only know every time I see my reflection, fat belly, fat tits, and cunt, I don't see myself anymore.

I've stopped waking up, reaching for a boner that wasn't there. I almost forgot what it feels like to have a dick. I have had a cunt for over a year and a half now and I worry I will just lose myself in this person that I have become physically.

Maybe I should adapt and just go with the flow, so to speak, but it is hard. This isn't who I am as a person. I know I can't really speak to anyone about this too much. I sometimes tell Liam how I miss the old me and he will listen and be sympathetic, but then he will stand up with his big bull cock flapping around, sometimes hard. Kiss me and then fuck me. The sex with Liam when we have it these days has been good.

I am way too horny, but Liam is way too busy. It has given me a chance for a little self-love. I find the shower is a great place for a quick bit of relief. It always was, even with my old dick. Rub out a load in the shower and watch your nut piss flow down the drain.

It isn't quite like that now. I can usually do a quick clit rub if I get the right amount of pressure on my scar. That often gets me off. The thing is the inconsistency. Sometimes that doesn't always work, which leaves me more frustrated, or the orgasm is weak and leaves me wanting a little more. No, I find the best way is to settle down and take my time. Work my hole with a nice fat dildo. I find that I prefer girth. I would never tell Liam, but that fat stretched feeling is so fucking good. The missing piece of the jerk puzzle was my nipples and tits. These last few months, they really do help get me over the edge. They are far less complicated than my clit and I love the variation of feeling they bring. It is like having two new sex organs attached to me.

They feel especially nice lately as they are really fat and swollen. I keep waiting for them to lactate and so, like a cat, is Liam. Licking his lips and staring at them and pawing them. I know I sometimes call them his tits and occasionally I think he really does see them and believe that. It hasn't all been self-love. Liam has enjoyed fucking me raw. I have to say I love it too. I love feeling his raw dick inside me. I love it when he cums inside me. I have started to see sex not just as an act of pleasure but also one of love and emotion. That connection with him has only deepened, and not because he got an 11 inch cock.

I love how Liam can be a tender lover. Gentle massages as foreplay. Kissing me, cuddling me. When he is around, he is very attentive and very apologetic that he isn't around more often.

I love him running his hands on my soft, smooth skin as he rubs oils into my skin. I know why Thomas wanted so many back rubs and massages. I ache all over, especially my back and feet. Liam has been great at attending to my needs. When he is around. Sometimes I can see just how tired he is and he will make the effort just to massage me. I appreciate that.

I love how he plays with my tits and in some ways, I would almost prefer the raw carnal act of getting fucked and him humiliating me to the tender sex we mostly have these days.

I sometimes feel like I lose myself by having sex in that loving way. The feeling of his cock and cum in me. The way it makes me feel complete. The way he caresses my soft body and makes me purr just with the simple act of his hands running over my hairless skin.

I almost enjoy how he protects me and how weak I feel as I submit to him and his hairy body and big cock. He planted these babies in me. Marking me with his seed and he protects me and cares for me. I worry I am losing myself in the day-to-day and eventually I will become the person my physical body makes me look like. I'm afraid the act I must put on will become the real me.

The last few months as I got fatter, Liam embraced his daddy role. He loves stroking my ever-growing belly and fucking me as I call him daddy.

As I got bigger, I took to mostly riding his dick. It is a great position and while we might lack variety lately. I enjoy that I can slowly grind into him. He had access to my belly and tits as I buck and feel his long pole in me.

I love the gentle way I can get off slowly and leisurely and embrace his raw dick in me. His hand groping my tits, sometimes he will reach up and suckle them. Always a little hint of disappointment when he gets no tit milk.

I love calling him daddy as I cup my tits and he strokes my belly, his long dick pumping in and out, my body rocking on him. The fatter I got, the more I enjoyed these moments. I will be glad for some hot hard fucking when these fuckers are out of me, but right now his raw cock, his gentle fucking and his seed flowing out of me feels good.

...

Of course, it had to happen, and last week he finally hit pay dirt. My breasts started to leak quite badly. When Liam came home surprisingly early, I tried to keep them hidden and wiped them furiously, but I was only putting off the feeding frenzy.

We were eating dinner, and his face broke into a broad beaming grin.

"Shit Brett. Tit milk."

"Fuck. Liam, can we eat first? Please? It started this morning. I was going to tell-"

He had leapt out of his chair and his long bull legs and rock-hard dick were standing next to me in seconds.

"Liam, get off," I yelled at him. Gently slapping his hands and head away.

"Sorry." He said.

"Fucking pig. Eat your dinner. And don't think I am going to be up all night wet nursing, you fucker," I say.

"Sorry, Brett. No, honestly, I just. You are right. Shit, baby milk. Oh, Brett. It is all so real. We are so close now. A family Brett, a real family." He says and sits down.

I never saw him eat so fast and I pushed my food around and looked at him and laughed. He may be a bull, but he is a child right now grinning at me. Waiting to use his new play set. My fat swollen milky tits.

I have to admit. I wasn't sure what to expect, but as Liam began to gently suckle on my tit, the feeling was almost unpleasant at first. The tugging on my tit, then the relief and strange sensation as I felt him drain me. It was almost like peeing.

He stopped as he got his first taste. He looked up at me and I looked down at him. I was surprised that this should have been my ultimate humiliation. A bull suckling on my leaky tit. But it wasn't. "Liam, get on this side. This one feels fuller."

"How was it?" He asks, wiping his mouth.

"Yeah. Just get around this side," I say, and he climbs over me and I nuzzle him to my body. It is the same thing again with that sharp tug.

"Gently baby," I say and I feel his mouth suckle gently and I stroke his hair as he drains me down a little with each nuzzle and I feel a strange warmth between my legs. Not a powerful feeling, just a really pleasant warm glow in my cunt. I look at him and feel close to him, almost the way I feel when he is inside me.

"That feels good," I say, and he nuzzles and suckles on me and I hold my lover close to me and feed him. I don't feel any sense of shame. It is surprisingly intimate and I think I really like how it makes me feel.

....

At least I am not as fat as I probably would have ended up without Hans' guidance. I kept up with the exercise and diet and I have a call once a week with Hans, just the two of us. He is funny. He used to visi Liam and me before that visit and I wouldn't say much. Now we talk a lot. I really love Hans. I know to him I am a big dumb blonde who says funny things, but I know he likes me a lot. Also, Liam is still working so hard. His father took on the presidency last week and the trade visit is three weeks from now.

Liam isn't going with the delegation, but he is up to something. We have had lots of visits from Senator Rolo and Counsel Alderton. The last couple of months, Rolo or Alderton, or both will just turn up at strange times and head to the study. They will leave looking serious. Or sometimes laughing and joking like they are celebrating something.

Liam spends time on the visi with Hans, and I am asked to leave. "You get your own time with my mother, besides this is trade talk. You will get bored." He will tell me and he is right. I have no idea about any of that stuff.

I am not sure what is going on. It is all quite secretive. I try not to interfere or eavesdrop, but I can't help thinking about odd things I do hear that they are all plotting something.

I did ask Liam a few times what is going on and he tells me it is just the trade delegation and planning. I was not sure I believed him. I asked Thomas if he knew what they were up to. He said he had no idea. Alderton and Thomas mostly didn't talk too much about work or politics.

Thomas says, "You know how it is us breeders are just too dumb to understand such things."

I look at him. "Thomas, you know something. Breeder or not, I really am just too dumb to understand all that stuff. It makes my head hurt," I say.

A couple of days after that. Liam came home. It was the first time I ever really saw him come in and not grin when he saw me. He told me that whatever happened in the house, I really had to keep all of that to myself. Not my mother, Mason or Thomas. Not anyone. He was calm with me as he spoke, but serious and almost stern. Anything I saw going on, I had to keep to myself.

"Liam it is just well, I know something is going on and...." I pause. I look into his eyes and see his love for me the worry. "You are right. I won't ever say anything again," I say.

His face softened. He smiles a little and strokes my hair.

"Listen Brett. I love you so much. Right now there are things going on and for all our sakes but mostly yours and those babies. I need you to trust me. When it is safe to tell you I will explain everything. Right now as hard as it is I need to keep certain things from you. Do you understand?" He says to me.

I look at him and know that Liam Connor is up to something. I have known for a while. Part of me worries what is going on. Part of me doesn't want to know. Most of all I do know that I love and trust this man.

"Yes Brett, I am sorry. I do trust you," I say, and he smiles.

"Brett baby don't be sorry please don't be sorry. None of this is your fault." He says and kisses me. I was sure Thomas must have said something to Alderton even though Liam didn't say so. Thomas is such a blabbermouth, I thought. I did promise and I could see deep down he was a little angry with me and trying very hard to hide it. I thought back to that conversation he had with Hans. About the risk and sorting his father out. I hope he is not doing anything dangerous. Senator Sam Connor is not a man I know well, but he is an evil, dangerous bastard. That much I do know.

....

The pregnancy itself is not something I really want to do ever again. Not long after Hans left us I got these horrible pains and Liam rushed me to the Prenatal center. Apparently, it is quite common for breeders to think they are going into labor. They said it was my body's way of practicing for the birth. It scared me to death.

I started to get really big. My belly is so full and stretched and heavy and I hate how big it looks on me. I found myself pissing all the time. Something Thomas told me was normal was letting out piss when you laugh or sneeze. I told him that I was leaving puddles of piss all over the place and he chuckled. Thomas loves seeing me fat with kids. He thinks it is hilarious, as do most people.

As for Angel, I talked with Liam about the baby and we spoke with Angel. It will be auctioned off and we are going to adopt it. We had looked at options. Liam had spoken to Sam about trying to buy Angel out of his contract with the Academy. Sam refused. The Senate only has so much influence over the Academy. I guess Liam's cut dick and sloppy butt is proof of that. The academy council is almost as powerful as the senate in Albion.

Sam also had said that even if he could get Angel out of the contract, there would be a scandal. It would cause a real stink, having a service breeder was fine. Even an old whore as a service breeder was not really the done thing. But a whore of such a young age working as a service breeder and helping raise children was not acceptable.

Sam had told Liam it was bad enough he was going to pay for the baby. He had really not been happy about that and if Liam hadn't proved so useful it would have been a flat out no. Letting his only son raise a whore's child was one thing but having the whore live with us was never going to happen. I also wasn't sure about how Angel would feel knowing we bought him along with his baby. So we had enough credit lined up courtesy of Sam's father and decided we would ask Angel if we could buy the baby and adopt it.

Angel was so happy he cried. When I told him that was our plan. I know that having three babies is going to be hell, but I couldn't let Angel go through that. I think it might have broken him. I knew the past few visits the cracks were showing and I think he was almost broken. It was just too painful to see.

Although the prospect of three babies to take care of is not something I think I can really comprehend. I know I have bots. Liam has said we can get in a service breeder to help, but it isn't just that. He has started looking for a new place for us to live when I have the babies. There isn't really room in the apartment. It isn't so much the practical side of cleaning and feeding. It is the attention and love they will need. I come from an average size family and it was chaos with 5 breeder mothers.

I suppose I have spent the last few months trying not to really think about all of this. Liam and I are on the verge of going from being a couple to having a family of five. It makes my head spin. I guess that I am still not really ready for a family with that responsibility. Most of all, I am worried that I spent almost 9 months hating the little fuckers for making me fat and making me feel like a real breeder. I just worry I won't love them. I guess that is my real fear.

(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.

...

(Chapter 61.) President Liam

The next few days are a blur. I don't see anything of Liam. I have been moved to Senator Connor's house with the babies for safety and it is hard to believe I am the breeder mate of the president of Albion.

Going back to Liam's father's house is a trauma. I only came back here once after that day, it was for some function. I hated it then and I still don't feel comfortable here now. There are a couple of guards at the house. I notice them as I wander around the building and the grounds for a brief while after I put the boys down.

There are several service breeders here who take care of things around the house. There are lots of high-end bots and the whole thing stinks to high heaven of credit. The place is spectacular with a swimming pool which I use, and a gym. There are so many rooms and walkways around large gardens. The whole thing makes the western campus seem almost drab.

They say it is the grandest house in all of Albion. Even with the guards and several service people it still feels so empty and it carries memories of that day when Sam cunted my mouth. I never cared for Senator Connor, not since the first time I met him but I do hope he is ok. Liam seems to be so busy.

Mother is furious. He sends me a visi message saying he was turned away when he tried to visit to see the babies. Liam tells me via visi until things calm down and they assess the situation security around us both will be strict. He will try and get clearance for my mother. I tell him not to rush. I sleep in one of the guest rooms. I spend my time nursing the babies, working out, and swimming.

The service breeders seem very formal. Very helpful. I get out of the pool and one is holding a towel. I try talking to them but I sort of get they are not used to that. I tease my mother with a visi message from the balcony of the main bedroom with a view across the city and the pool below. I can see he is itching to visit. I am sure he is praying Sam Connor, the man who could walk on water, is missing just long enough to poke around his palace.

Liam does finally come back briefly on the third day. He looks tired and a little pale. I guess he hasn't slept much. He arrives with four guards following him.

He tells me Angel has had the baby. It happened yesterday. It was news I was not looking forward to. Normally the baby would be taken immediately. However, he made arrangements for the transfer of credit and we need to pick up the baby today. He has had the hospital secured for our visit.

It is so strange seeing him like this. He has an air of confidence, certainty, and calm. He seems to ooze power. It really is quite sexy.

We head off in the transporter and my heart is full of dread. I am on my way to take my brother's child. I know this was the only good option. I remember how I felt seeing little Brett over the visi but this feels so different.

I can't imagine how I would feel if anybody showed up to take the twins from me. It is painful. Angel is red-faced and still tired.

The baby has dark hair and is asleep in his mother's arms. It seems so cruel and wrong. I look at Angel in the bed. His long blonde hair is tied back matted and dull. He looks dreadful, his face puffy from crying. As I look I don't really see Angel. I see Jake. He can't toss his hair. The baby rests on his chest and I see past those cherubs and it is him, my brother. Sad and scared, not the confident whore who makes everyone feel better when their world is falling apart. Just the big brother I grew up with. We don't say much and as I hold out my arms to take him from Angel. He sobs a little and he looks at me with those big soulful eyes.

"Thank you, Liam, Brett." He says to me,

"I wouldn't say that. I already dropped Little Jake. I am not a great mother. But don't worry I will practice on mine and try to get it right with yours."

He smiles as I try to make light of an awful situation. Even I realize that was an epic fail. We won't be able to take him to visit Angel for at least a few months but as soon as I can, I will bring him in. Then there is always visi. That is no compensation.

"Have you thought of a name?" I ask.

"Richard, after father." He says.

"Oh, baby Richard," I say as I look at Angel as he watches me cradle his child. I kiss my brother goodbye and as Liam and I leave the room and walk down the almost empty corridor guards follow us. All I can hear is the sound of a heart breaking, the sobbing of a mother echoing down the halls of the prenatal unit.

......

Liam drops me back at the mansion and I am left alone with three children. If I wasn't breastfeeding I would get so fucking drunk.

Liam returns to the house that night and it is still quite early. He has guards in tow and they hang around. He greets me and the babies and he gets a drink. His father isn't dead, he has been kidnapped. But the A.L.F. or the Albion Liberation Front have not stated their demands. The details on how it happened are scarce and Liam seems concerned at first.

That night we put the babies down and he takes me to his father's bedroom.

"Shouldn't we use the guest room?" I say.

Liam smiles at me. "No, we are not guests here Brett. This is ours for now. Come on." He takes me to the bedroom and to a large closet at the back.

He palm swipes a palm pad on the wall and the whole wall moves back. He shows me a set of drawers. "Which one should I wear?" He opens the top drawer and it is full of cock rings, gold, and silver of varying thickness.

"Shit Liam there are hundreds," I say, and he opens the drawer below and there are more and the drawer below that even more. "Fuck Liam he only has one cock how many of these does he need?" I ask.

"Pick one out for me." Liam says. "Personally this is his favorite." He picks up a thick heavy gold ring. "Only because it cost the most credit." Liam says, placing the thick gold cock ring back in its space. "You choose one for me, baby I need to shower. I stink," Liam says.

"I don't need to choose. Pick the one that costs the most credit. This golden cock ring. Then you can be like the prince in your story and take it off and revive me when needed." I pick out the thick gold cock ring and hand it to Liam. "Looks a little big. I think your father is a bit thicker than you. You are quite thin," I say, and chuckle.

"I will get it adjusted." He says as he takes it off me. He smiles at me even though he knows I just mocked his girth a little.

"And can I remind you that I am now the President of Albion, that sort of talk of my endowment shall not be tolerated-" Liam says but I cut him off.

"Listen Liam. I am going to butt fuck you tonight. I think all this President shit is going to your head and you are only acting president it was on the visi message. Either way, I like the idea of our president riding a strapon in his breeder ass cunt seems funny," I say, and join him in the shower.

....

Nearly a week has gone by and I avoid the room where Senator Connor face fucked my mouth cunt.

Hans has been helping Liam to try and find where the kidnappers are holding the delegation. As they went missing on the border with Avon and Niquette. None of these places mean much to me.

Apparently, four of the party are senators, so at the moment there are a lot of new senators in Albion. I noticed on the visi messages they only show pictures of Liam above the waist and I figure that is because he still has the whore marking snake on his body.

I quite like the new bull Senator Ricardo. They always show his bull cock.

....

When Liam comes home that night he is a little drunk.

"They found my father. He will be back in Albion tomorrow and back here with us tomorrow night." Liam says kissing me.

"Oh fuck. Can I go back to the apartment tomorrow? I don't want to see that bastard," I say.

"Oh, baby you will. You will want to see him." Liam says grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't fucking think so," I say.

"Oh trust me you will. They fucking did a real number on the delegation. They were found on the border of Avon. Tied up and gagged. Just dumped. The A.L.F. told us and the Avon authorities where we could find them before they froze to death. The four guards were fine. The secretaries, 12 of them, were also fine.

"But the head of Albion Pharma, that poor bugger was cut and given `Nub'. That is fucking twisted. It is a drug they make in Finnbass. It shrinks your cock down to a shriveled button dick. That poor bastard is going to have a supersensitive nub cock that never gets hard and will never be over two inches. Imagine him built like a bull and still with a cock, only the tiniest clit of a cock."

"Liam honey I can imagine that," I say.

"Yes, oh shit sorry Brett." Liam says.

"It is fine. I guess. SO what about your father then?"

"Well, that is the best bit. The three Senators and my father. They turned them all into bitches. My father is a fucking breeder, he can't be president. I win, baby. We get it all." Liam says.

"You mean they turned him into a full breeder?" I ask.

"No, not quite. He has a cunt and they even painted him. They painted him in pussies."

"What like Thomas?" I ask.

"No baby, not that kind of pussy."

"Oh god. You mean," I say, and Liam finishes off my sentence.

"Yes cunts. They haven't titted him or given him a mouth pussy but one blast in each and bang, he is a full breeder bitch. He is a ticking breeder bomb. We also think the A.L.F. might have the former top Albion scientist Bells Kaufman working for them. There are some changes that nobody so far can understand. Either way that bastard has a cunt between his legs. He can't be President. He loses everything to me. It was all signed over to me earlier today. We win, baby. We are going to fucking win." Liam says, and picks me up and whirls me around and drops me.

"You seem very happy about this," I say, smiling at him.

"I am baby boy, I am. That cunt had this coming since the day he put his dick in your mouth. And tomorrow night I am going to bring him back here. Put him in a control collar, make him live in the breeder rooms downstairs. And that is just the start." Liam laughs and kisses me and gets a drink from the service bot.

I look at him. "Remind me never to cross you, Liam Connor," I say and kiss him. "I rather suspect you and your mother had something to do with this little charade."

"Brett baby you are the only person who could ever cross me and get away with it. As for what happened to my father and my involvement, well I couldn't possibly say. At least not just yet." He says grinning from ear to ear but clearly all that plotting and those meetings were about this.

"Liam I am not sure I like this devious side of you but it is fucking sexy. So you drink your little drink mister president, my cunt needs a good seeing too. I will probably have to get up in a few hours to feed the boys," I say.

"Can I have a little feed tonight?" He says standing behind me squeezing my tits and breathing booze fumes down my neck.

"Maybe," I say and I feel his hand run down to my clit and we don't end up making it to the bedroom. I let the President of Albion fuck me on the floor of our new palatial home.

.....

(Chapter 62.) Sammy Connor

The sight of the former Senator Sam Connor is one to behold. His body covered in cunts makes him look ridiculous. The lips of his mouth are now labia. The clit on the left hand side of his face. It will be obvious when he lies on his side. His body is a cavalcade of slits and clits. All shapes and sizes, some gaping, some leaking, one on his left calf bleeding. He is a grim sight.

Not since the Doctor have I seen such vicious artwork and I wonder who the mastermind was behind this cruel work. There is something else different about Sam. He is shorter; the former tall Senator was 6 feet 3 inches but now is diminutive almost a foot shorter. His muscle mass gone, the athletic frame now slender and almost softened and skinny. His dark black beard is gone but he still has a sparse amount of black hair on his chest and a patch of jet black pubic hair..

He stands quietly as the breeder guards release him over to Liam who talks with the guard and lets them leave. I see Sam is wearing a control collar and Liam wears the control on his wrist. He stands with his head lowered and his hands covering his pussy.

The guards leave and the room is suddenly eerily quiet.

"Son." Sam finally says weeping. His voice is still deep, not bull deep but not as deep as his old voice. He walks to Liam and holds out his hands. I still don't get to see his cunt.

Liam hugs his father and for a moment I am confused but Liam is just playing a game of cat and mouse. Sam looks so small now in the arms of his bull son.

"Come on Sammy, let's get a drink," Liam says to his father. I see his father wince as Liam calls him Sammy.

We walk off to one of the lounge areas and Liam orders some drinks for him and his father. Sam is still sobbing.

Liam guides Sam to one of the chairs and he sits down and crosses his legs.

"What a mess. How are you?" Liam asks, and he sounds genuinely concerned.

"I don't want to talk about it son. It was too awful... I..." Sam's voice trails off. I notice his feet barely reach the floor on the large chair as he settles into it. This boyish figure was the imposing brute that was Senator Connor and it is almost impossible to tell.

"It must be so hard you have lost everything. I can't believe they did this to you. We are still doing everything we can to track them down father. They will pay for what they have done," Liam tells his father and I almost believe him.

Sam pauses and looks nervous, "Thanks, son." He takes a sip of beer.

"Of course, we can have the artwork removed, which could take several months," says Liam.

"Really?" Sam looks up and smiles. "Oh son I hate it, I look like a whore. A common breeder whore. I am the fucking President and they well... look at me son." Sam says.

"Then we could have you restored like Hans," Liam says.

"Really oh son. Please I would do anything for that. Son I know I was bad but I will change. I will hand over most of my money to be restored. Son." Sam stands up and I see his cunt for the first time.

Between his slender legs he has a very small simple slit. This is a tidy twat. The perfect breeder cunt. No sign of a clit, no sign of his lips. His large fat cock shrunk down small enough to be engulfed in his perfectly formed mound. There is no justice I think as I look at the ragged mess of my own cunt. Sam has the perfect pussy.

Liam strokes his red-trimmed beard. "Thing is. Your height, your muscle mass we have no idea how they did that. You know Bells Kaufman was working on a new technology for a biological weapon. We think he may have helped the A.L.F. we just don't know. Then your butt cunt father we both know that is not reversible. The main concern I have and the Senate agree is restoring your dick. If word got out about restoring breeders there would be anarchy. Can you imagine? So I am afraid that isn't an option. I really am sorry."

"But Liam I am the fucking President," Sam says angrily.

"Well, that is just it Sammy. I mean that really is the thing. You are not, I am the President, for the next eleven months at least." Liam says and I feel my pussy leak with a sexual thrill at my Liam and the firm and the calm way he is handling this.

"But son," Sam says pleadingly.

"Maybe," Liam says.

"Maybe what?" Sam says desperately.

"Maybe Rolo or one of the others would help. He is the next President. I just can't father. It goes against everything you taught me. My position is precarious at best. They already see me as something less than a full bull. I mean, you told me that. You told me that my butt cunt and my whore art mark me out as weak. Rolo may bend the rules for you when he is President? That would be your best hope." Liam says and I see Liam smile.

"Rolo hates me, that man wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire and the feeling is mutual. You know how much he hates me. And I told you to get that fucking ridiculous art removed. I told you they will never accept you with that stupid art." Sam snaps.

"Well now Sammy, when it comes to art you are not in a place to comment right now. Not when you have all those lovely cunts and pretty pussies and I still have a cock." Liam says, and I see his 11 inch bull cock strain rock hard.

"Thing is Sammy, I am afraid you are missing the one real thing that still makes me a bull and you a breeder bitch, a whore." Liam says.

"You little shit. I paid for that cock. I paid good credit to get you and this little bitch out of trouble now it is your turn to help me you little shit." Sam says.

Liam laughs. "Sammy, calm down."

"Don't fucking call me Sammy. You will fucking sort this out. Get me restored and that is an end to this." Sam says shaking with fury.

"No Sammy I don't think I will. And I would kindly ask you to sit down and drink your drink and we will talk about what we can do." Liam says and a smirk spreads across his face.

Sam lunges at Liam but Liam moves aside and Sam falls to the ground. The small form of Sam Connor seems more pathetic than ever. "You fucking bastard. You ungrateful bastard." Sam screams and gets back to his feet and swings a fist but this time Liam grabs his arm and kicks his feet from underneath his father causing him to fall to the floor again. This was a plucky effort but I rather think that Sam has not understood his diminished stature.

Sam looks up at Liam. "Please son, you have to help me," Sam says having lost the high ground he changes tack.

Liam leans forward and kicks his father's legs apart. "See Sammy, I don't have to help you at all. See that cunt between your legs. You are a fucking breeder bitch now. This hard fucking bull cock here makes me a bull so I don't have to do anything I don't want. Those are your rules, Sammy. I am just playing by your fucking rules, bitch. Now get on that fucking seat, drink your fucking drink, or I will run enough juice through that fucking control collar you are wearing that you won't be able to move for a fucking week." Liam shouts.

"But-" Sam says

"NOW!" Liam shouts and his voice is loud and threatening.

Sam stands up, his dainty defeated body moves back to where he was sitting and drinks more of his beer.

"Now that is better. The way I see it Sammy you don't have many options. This notion of being restored is not an option. If the President of Albion can become a breeder then anyone can. That sends a wonderful message to everyone don't you think?" Says Liam.

"But-" Sam says.

"But Sammy. But what you are special. Every boy thinks he is special until his cock is taken away. Every bull for that matter, so the senate thinks this is a great message." Liam says pacing back and forth.

"Son, how can I live as a breeder? Where will I go? What will I do? Son, Liam please." Sam says.

"Well for now you will have to live downstairs in the service breeder rooms. We had one prepared for you earlier. The rest I am afraid is to be decided. You will have to stop the ridiculous pretense that you are not a breeder. I will find out about the removal of the artwork so you don't look like a complete whore. Then maybe find you a pair but there really isn't much else I can do." Liam says stroking his trimmed red beard and smiling a little.

"But... Downstairs... A pair... Son, I am not a full breeder yet please I could be restored even a full breeder can, with time and credit, and I have lots. Sorry son, you have lots of credit now." He says. I can see Sam trying to process what has happened to him and how different his situation is from the last time he was in this house.

I almost feel sorry for Sam. Almost. He cunted my mouth because I would not live my life as a full breeder and now here he is thinking he is something special. He isn't, anybody with a cunt in Albion is not special, not even him. Albion is relentless; it chews people up and spits them out and Sam is the latest victim.

The evening ends with Liam and Sam going round in polite circles. Liam is like a cat playing with a mouse or a bird. He throws his father a small crumb of hope and dashes it calmly. I leave them when I hear one of the boys crying and Liam joins me in the nursery.

He wraps his arms around me as we look at our three baby boys fed and now sleeping.

"So you didn't fuck him then?" I say as I lead Liam to the bedroom.

"No Brett. I..." Liam says and he starts to cry a little.

"What is it? Liam?" I say.

"I don't want to be like him. I don't. I think about what he did to you and to both of us. It fills me with rage and hate"

"Liam, the fact that this upsets you so much tells me you are not at all like him. Your father did what he did to inflict pain. That was the point," I say.

"You are spending too much time talking to my mother." Liam says and smiles at me.

"Liam, fuck him, don't fuck him I really don't care and I think now you got your revenge you don't care that much either. Bring that Senator Rolo over I am sure that is what you are planning, anyway get him to do it we can watch or not. Do what you have to. Just know that I don't need you to do anything to that breeder for me or for us. I know what he is going through right now Liam. He is in a living hell. Trapped by rules he helped shape and maintain. I feel nothing for him one way or the other and neither should you," I say.

"Fuck Brett. I love you." He says and kisses me.

"Tell you what, fuck me tonight and we will talk tomorrow as to what we will do," I say.

...

The next day Sam is moping around the house. He won't speak to me and I quite frankly don't have much to say to him. I would rather not speak in front of him. The piercing breeder bitch voice will only give him some small crumb of comfort in his misery and I don't want to give him that.

Liam returns not long after dusk and I have settled the twins and Richard down again. He is with Senator Rolo and a young bull I hadn't met before.

"Brett." Rolo says and hugs me.

"Senator," I reply.

"Brett, Please call me Trent. How many times do I have to tell you?" he says, staring at my tits.

"Sorry Trent and who is this?" I say staring at the tall young bull next to him. He has brown hair and a 9 inch soft cock longer than the 6 inch soft cock of Rolo. He is tall, maybe 6 feet 8 inches, brown hair and eyes. He is big and muscular like I was. I look at him with envy and desire. I feel my breeder cunt leak.

I look up at him and he stares down into my cleavage as well.

"This is my son York." Rolo says.

"York, I am Brett, very nice to meet you," I say, and York grips my hand firmly and shakes it.

"Brett, hi." He says, his voice very deep and a little dumb. He is a brown haired version of me, pretty but dumb.

"So I take it you are ready for the fireworks," I say, and giggle as York still grips my hand and I see his 9 inch flesh tube inflate a little.

"Huh huh. Fireworks. I like it." York says laughing and still shaking my hand.

"York I think you're getting ready a little early aren't you," I say, and Rolo looks around at his son and laughs.

I look at Liam and he rolls his eyes at me and I wink at him. "Liam, would you take York and Trent to the study? I will get Sammy, Zenneca knows where he is, I haven't seen him for a couple of hours." I say and leave them.

I find Sammy knowing that while I might have to speak with him he won't have his voice much longer. "This way Sammy," I say, and I see a smirk spread across his face at the sound of my voice until I open the study door and his eyes pop open wide with sheer abject horror as he knows this is an ambush.

"No!" He screams and turns away but before he can run he collapses to the floor. The control collar zapping him and I hear the sound of laughter from Trent and York.

I grab Sam under his arms as he lies still dazed.

York waddles over his thick muscular legs rubbing together and his bull dong and balls swinging between his legs. He takes the legs and we carry a moaning Sam into the study. York really didn't need to help me but his smile tells me this was as much about flirting as helping me with the small former senator.

I see Liam has a vial of cobra blood and I hold Sam's mouth open and Liam pours the liquid inside. Sam struggles for a while and chokes a little but swallows more than enough.

We lift Sam into one of his fancy chairs and I see Liam take out a purple bayonet. I flinch, maybe this is overkill. The smoke of the stick hits me and I almost want to be sick.

I see the look of horror on Sam's face as Liam walks towards him with the purple fire stick.

"Nooo!!" Sams says still groggy Liam grabs his head and puts it to his mouth.

"Yes." Liam says.

"Son. Please not that. Not this, not this...." I watch as Liam holds the end of the stick to Sam's mouth.

"You want me to juice you again bitch? I will." Liam says.

"Oh please, Liam. Brett. I am sorry I shouldn't have. I had to. Liam son please." Sam says and his head rolls around but Liam holds it straight from time to time yanking Sam's hair. "Oh, God." He says as he finally takes the end in his mouth.

He inhales on the fire stick and lets out a puff of smoke and coughs and I see his eyes water. I hear Trent and York laugh.

"There Sammy, feels good doesn't it?" Says Liam I notice Liam's cock is hard.

"No." Says Sam.

"No, well better take another draw. Go on. It will taste better." Liam says and Sam does and coughs again.

"Good," Liam says and kicks Sam's legs apart as he takes the purple fire stick away for a moment.

"One more?" Liam asks.

"Noo...Maybe..." Sam says. I know how he feels that sense of wanting that taste the loss of ability to make decisions. It is the strangest feeling. Not like Cobra Blood which just clouds your judgment with sexual need. No, the purple bayonets are different. They make you listen to what you are being told, sort of like you want to please, obey, serve even.

I watch as Liam places the fire stick to Sam's mouth a couple more times. I look at York and Trent. York is hard and Trent is getting hard. My pathetic breeder cunt is getting wet looking at the three bull cocks.

"Play with that little clitty Sammy let me watch you stroke all that is left of your bull cock." Liam says.

I see Sam move his hand down to his pussy and slides down the folds of his slit. He has a tiny clit, a tiny bean of a clit.

"Fucking look at that. Tiny thing. We could send out a search party for that and never find it. Fuck Sammy you are going to be a real pettite breeder in everyway." Trent Rolo says and chuckles and I stroke my own fat throbbing clit almost thankful it is so big for once.

"Even he can't find it. Oh shit. Sammy look at you now you dumb bitch." Trent says as he tugs his dick. "I can't wait to fuck your hole, Sammy," Trent says.

I see Sam's eyes roll in his head as he struggles to get any sort of motion going on his clit and as he spreads his legs further I see his dainty inner lips and how wet his cunt is. He leans his head forward for more of the purple stick and Liam gives it to him.

"Yeah. You like that Purple Bayonet. Don't you Sammy." Liam says and he pulls the stick out his mouth and Sam exhales the sickly stale smell of the smoke.

"Yes sir," Sam says and leans forward for more and Liam gives him one more and the next time he does it Liam offers Sam his cock.

"No..." Sam says but I watch his mouth open and there he is sucking Liam's long bull cock and I nearly cream myself. I am soaked and rubbing my fat clit.

I see York looking at me and he winks as he tugs on his cock 13 inches and fat. Fuck. He is the bull I would have been. I watch as Liam's face fucks his father. He only pauses to give him another draw.

I let out a little moan. Liam looks at me. He smiles at me. "Go on then." He says and chuckles.

I walk over to York and kneel before him. He looks down at me, he towers over me and I look at his cock and his hairy bull balls. I suck on his balls and sniff his musky bull dick and balls as I work my cunt.

I can see out of the corner of my eye that the former senator is sucking Liam again and I work York's fat fuck pole.

"Fuck Brett, so good." York says.

I have got better at giving head, but I can't take all of this fat bull cock. I rub my clit and look up at this ox of a man and see a future I wanted. All I can do is rub the shame that is my clit and finger my breeder pussy working a real bull.

I hear York grunt and his dick thickens and twitches and his cock fills my mouth with the biggest load I had ever taken and I swallow down all of his bull seed.

"Fuck nobody got me off that fucking quick Brett." York booms.

He pushes me off his cock and looks down at me and I lick my lips and stare up at him. He pulls me up and kisses me furiously. He stops.

"Liam, I mean President Connor, you have the hottest fucking breeder in all Albion. You lucky bastard." York says and kisses me again.

York grabs my hand and puts it on his dick as we kiss. I jerk his soft cock and he strokes my cunt and I whimper. His fat thick bull fingers work my clit with a force and fury that my withered former dick needs. I cum with him rubbing me off and I shake in his strong arms letting go of his hardening dick. He is smiling at me as I come around and I can hear the former senator in the background.

"Liam. No oh god no." I hear Sam say and York leads me over to the long seat in the room. He pulls on a sheath and lies on his back. I scramble on top of him and slam down onto his bull cock. I have to pause for a moment. This thing is fucking thick and I slam down a few times to cram that fat sausage of dick into my cunt. It feels almost painful but wonderful to be stretched this far and wide to be filled this much.

I would never tell Liam but that girth is so fucking good.

I let out a moan. This is the biggest one I ever took and I imagine how his cock would feel on me. It feels so good deep in me what must this thick fat can of a dick feel like between your legs when it is your own cock. That thought passes because he thumps up and into me and the pressure and pleasure in my cunt shock me. York's dick feels so fucking good inside of me. For a while, he cups my tits and I cum screaming with my breeder moans. High pitched screams of desire. He pistons his fat meat in and out of me as I cream on yet another bull cock.

He pulls me forward and kisses me as I lie on him. He pumps slowly.

I hear Liam. "Yeah, you ready. Every fucking word, Every fucking sound from now on you will know you got it sucking off your son. You were a strong bull and I had you turned into a fucking breeder whore you cunt. I fucking did. So now every fucking word and sound out of your mouth you will know you got it sucking on your son's bull dick, Sammy," I hear Liam grunt.

I hear the senator. "Noo... Liam... Oh God Liamm... What... Nooo... My." His voice is cracking. The last word was not the deep voice of Senator Sam Connor who throat fucked me a bitch voice.

"He is all yours Trent. Tit him good and then you can take him wherever you want." I hear Liam say.

"My voice. OH fuck. Not a breeder bitch voice. I am the Fucking President. I am fucking Sam Connor. Liam you fucking Cunt. I am the fucking president." I hear Sam scream in the high pitched whine of a breeder.

York gently pumps my pussy. Stretching it so fucking wide. I smile as I feel Liams cock enter my butt cunt and York and Liam fuck my holes.

I ride them both front and back and beg for more of their bull cocks.

"Harder, faster," I scream as I hear my shrill breeder voice echo and the sound of the other breeder voice in the room, Sam Connor, moaning.

"Trent God No." Sam cries. Then "OH GOD Yes." Our breeder screams of pleasure and horror echo around the room.

York and Liam cum together not long after I have sprayed ejaculate, that terrible bitch spray that I still hate and love.

We finish in time to see Sam's tits come in.

Sam lies bucking and moaning and gripping his growing chest as Trent stands over his bitch whore jerking off. Sam is trying to stop the growth of a set of bitch tits, bucking and screaming like a painted whore.

His huge tits come in and he wails as he cups them. On his small body they seem massive.

I look at him and I know what I said to Liam, but I do want revenge. Maybe not just for what he did, but for everything that has happened.

I walk over to Sammy and kick his legs apart. I see Rolo's cum oozing out of his trimmed cunt. I look at the small thatch of hair. I crawl between his legs.

"Brett baby. You don't have to do this." Liam says.

"Liam I am going to give this fucker a taste of his own medicine and he is going to suck my cock," I say.

I run my hands over the fuck muck. I part his pussy lips and look at his tiny clit. There is no hood on it but it is so fucking small. It is almost like a fucking speck. Poor fucker. Tidy cunt, teeny tiny clit. I soak my finger in his muck one last time. I move up his body. He opens his eyes and he sees that I am straddling him.

I run my wet fingers under his nose. His eyes flash with fear and need. "Noo." He says but he opens his mouth and sucks them clean. His hungry mouth cunt laps at each coated finger.

"Fucking hell Sammy. You love that don't you. Your ripe breeder juice and a real bull's cum."

He nods as he deep throats my finger. I move up to him and yank his head up.

I pull his head into my cunt. "Now bitch. I want you to suck my fucking breeder cock. My big fat ugly breeder cock. Suck," I say.

I feel his mouth work hard against my cunt. He stops and sniffs. I look back and see he is fingering his hole.

I look around at the three of them watching me. I stroke Sammy's dripping wet cunt.

I pull myself off him. He pants, and his tongue hangs out his head. "Yeah. You fucking need lessons Sammy. You need cocksucking lessons." I yank his head back onto my pussy.

"Now suck my fat breeder cock bitch." I yell at him as I grind into him. "Yeah, you fucking dumb whore. How does Sammy feel? Sucking my cock. Look at you trying to find your fucking tiny clit sucking off my breeder cock. A painted whore."

I push his head back. "How does it feel?"

"Good sir." He says.

"Yeah, you fucking love it don't you." I pull his head back onto my snatch and he slurps and sucks probing his cunt. I see that York, Trent, and Liam are all looking on. They are all hard as they watch me fucking myself on Sammy's mouth.

My tits flapping around his head pushed deep into my cunt.

"You three want a cum rag?" I say.

I see York and Liam smile and start to jerk themselves.

"Come on Sammy. Suck my cock harder you dumb bitch. Make me cum you silly whore." I moan. He really isn't that good but I am so turned on right now. I feel empowered. I am not going to get off like this but that isn't the point.

I just wanted to give this fucker a taste of what is left of my cock. I want him to eat my ripe wet hole and taste me in the way I tasted him.

I look down at the man who cunted my mouth. The man who until a few short weeks ago was the most powerful man in all Albion sucking on my clit. I thrust into him. My wet breeder cunt drips and my clit buzzes as I buck and moan into his face.

The three bulls are hard and jerking around us. I let go of Sammy's head. I stand up and step back. I put my hand on Liam's shoulder. Trent, Rolo, and Liam move around Sammy's prone body. He is still trying to get himself off. Desperate for release. He looks up at the bulls standing over him as glob after glob of thick ropey cum begins to rain down on him coating him in cum. He moans and groans. High as a kite, horny as hell, and covered in jizz. He rubs cum into his cunt, his face, his tits, he licks his fingers.

The former President of Albion is quite a sight now.

...

Liam and I share a drink with Rolo and York. We had a couple of service breeders take Sammy tto be cleaned.

As Rolo and York are ready to leave he is returned. Red eyed and freshly clean. He is still high and I see a small slick slither of pussy juice hang down between the small V at the top of his thighs.

"Son, please," Sammy says quietly I am assuming because he is still in shock at the sound of his voice.

Liam just waves a hand and speaks to Trent Rolo. "Rolo he is yours now, I will see you at the Senate tomorrow," Liam says to Rolo.

Rolo holds out his hand and shakes Liam's, we say our goodbyes.

Sam begins to cry as he is dragged off with Trent Rolo and his handsome bull son York.

"Tits no. My voice. God no. What is to become of me? Rolo my old friend," I hear Sam's voice in the hall as they leave each second the sound is a little quieter.

"Shut up dumb cunt." says Trent Rolo as Sammy Connor is led out of our lives for good.

....

(Chapter 63.) Visit to Avon.

The international transporter center is large and the craft zoom in and out at breakneck speed. We will be in Avon in less than 4 hours.

Liam has worked with Avon on a goodwill mission and to resume the aborted trade delegation. We are going as a family. Mother and son and the grandchildren. They will make good visuals for the outside world to show Albion in a good light. Few people in Albion will get the news but this is a propaganda tour for international consumption apparently.

When Liam told me we were going to Avon it was a shock. He picked out some modesty garments for the trip. We can not be seen in Avon naked, it will reflect badly on our international image.

I am so excited to visit Liam's homeland and in the last few months of Liam's presidency, it makes sense.

The last 8 months have been hard. I see little of Liam. He works so hard and I feel somewhat lost during the day. I work out and am more or less back in shape. I weaned the boys off the tit milk but they still need a lot of care and attention. Taking care of three babies is hard work and they don't do much at that age. They are not great company. I love them with all my heart but I can't allow them to define me.

I have become a full-time breeder mother and it is really not for me. I don't know what is. I know I have help from the service breeder but it is all a bit dull. I can see why my mother turned to drink. Well almost.

We moved out of Sam's huge house and into a much smaller place. Liam has been `liquidating Sam's assets,' he told me. He seems to have a lot of private meetings with Counsel Alderton and Senator Rolo. They talk in almost coded language till I leave the room and I wonder if this is the new Liam.

I ask Liam what he is up to and he says this is the last time that it is better if I don't know but I need to trust him.

Sam has adapted to his new life apparently, Sam took weeks to settle down. Now he is quite compliant, "needy" even. Is the word York uses. York who paid us a special visit, a surprise from Liam to make up for his neglect. I am not going to lie, York is a special treat. York is truly a great fuck, one of the best in Albion, I would guess. He ate me out and I came within seconds. I remember seeing the look on Liam's face.

"York wow! How the fuck did you do that." Liam said to York

York and I both replied in unison. "It is a gift." York with a shit-eating grin and me panting. We look at each other,laugh and hi-five.

I wonder if we are somehow related. He is dumb as a post, not very interesting, and nowhere near as sexy as Liam, but he is a great fuck. He is the bull I wanted to be.

.......

Mason is a little down. Greg has told him he is looking for another breeder pair. Greg knocked him up and then told him. Apparently, Greg is after variety. He told Mason that he will still see to his needs from time to time and when he has the baby he can go out without his cunt belt.

Mason was devastated. He kept saying how he thought Greg loved him and how he almost wished he had been shipped off to that Diljon place. I truly felt for Mason. Greg I guess is just taking care of his own needs, why wouldn't he? This place is built on disposable breeder cunt. Mason is just one of many.

I know when I used to think of Liam as my breeder bitch way back when I first met him. I spent those first few months thinking of him as my first breeder pair. It was only as the division approached I started to realize how wrong that felt even to a vain fucker like me. I wonder what I would have done in reality if Liam and I were in opposite roles. I hope I would have done the right thing by him. I honestly think I would. I know for certain I would now. I can't imagine anyone else really other than him as a partner.

....

Thomas is on the other end of the spectrum. He is genuinely happy. He's having his third baby. Alderton is thinking about getting his cords cut. Apparently, it can be done. Thomas tells me that in hushed tones. They had a conversation about their future. Alderton didn't want Thomas to just be a baby factory and Thomas had confessed some relief.

A bull getting his cords cut is not the norm. In fact, he would have to go to a special clinic. However, it is reversible so if they change their minds later then they can talk. Alderton doesn't spend any time with his other breeder pairs but allows them to take lovers as long as it is all done discreetly. I think Alderton sounds like a good man trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Alderton seems to really care for Thomas and Little Brett. Little Brett is over two years old now. He is a little shit and has a real potty mouth now that he is speaking. That came from Thomas who thinks it is hilarious.

So when Little Brett started going on about "Mommy's pussy." I just thought it was a new part of his dictionary. I had jumped to the wrong conclusion because he was talking about Thomas's tit tattoo. Although a less potty-mouthed mother might have taught our child the word cat.

....

I wasn't sure about taking our boys on a trip. They are only 8 and 7 months but Liam said they would be fine. Besides, it would make great headlines and visi images. Their Grandmother is the Prime Minister, a portrait of the united generations of two nations. It would be just what the two nations needed, especially after the problems with the trade delegation. It would heal rifts. Liam does talk funny sometimes.

I gave in because he seemed insistent and I didn't want to leave them. I may have hated having the twins but I love them with all my heart. And baby Richard holds a special place in my heart because I want to make sure he gets the love Angel can't give him.

....

So 9 months into his presidency we are all aboard the presidential convoy. We have guards onboard our transporter and two other transporters with other dignitaries and more guards in the convoy. I am excited. I have never seen the sea, snow, or another country and I know these transporters go very high.

The transporter moves up at speed but is so smooth as it glides up and over the city. Albion looks so small and only gets smaller as we lift up into the sky. I see the Academy campus below us to the left, I see the edges of the city and then we move forward and the city disappears. We pass over towns, all of them seeming smaller as we move forward. We drift over mountains and deserts and then into clouds.

I can't see anything below and the feeling is surreal. As we float up in the sky there are only clouds below us. It really is quite thrilling.

The kids sleep mostly and I dress. Liam helps me into some undergarments that cover my pussy and ass. They wrap around my waist but they have no legs.

He puts a pad in them to soak up my leaking cunt and he wears pants that have a bulge in the front. I look at him and look down at the flat cloth that covers my cunt and his bulge squashed into his cloth garment.

I run my hands over my flatness and look at his bulge and I am not sure what is worse seeing his cock bare or like this, either way, our differences are accentuated.

He puts a pad into the back of his undergarment to soak up his butt juice.

He then picks up the strangest looking thing I ever saw and he tells me it is a tit holder. He puts my arm through some fabric and then another arm and my breasts rest in two cups which lifts up my tits and squashes them together.

I look at myself in the mirror. The tit holder gives me a great cleavage and as I move they don't flap around so much.

"Fuck I love this. Tit holder. Oh, I am wearing this when we get back," I say, shaking my tits and they move more with me than against me which isn't usually the case.

Liam laughs and I ask where his is. He laughs and I get it. "Oh yeah, tit holder. I should have guessed." I say blushing.

We dress in what seems to be a very short tunic with buttons that run up the front. They seem awfully fiddly and mine is tight everywhere. His isn't as tight.

"This hides my arms, Liam. I work fucking hard on them this is a dumb garment indeed." I say looking at us in the tops and the undergarments.

He hands me two small cloth items "Liam baby what the fuck are these?"

He crouches down and rolls them over my feet.

"These are socks. They stop the shoes from hurting your feet and soak up sweat."

"That is disgusting. Your country is somewhat backward in this regard. I am sorry, far better to let nature and lots of showers keep you fresh. My pussy is going to stink. My feet don't sweat either, that is dumb." He just chuckles.

"When we get there and you take them off you will find out just how much your feet sweat," He tells me.

"Rubbish," I reply.

He hands me a checkered cloth that he wraps around my waist and he wears one the same. Apparently, this is a kilt and it is the family tartan. I like this kilt, it is a fun garment, when I swirl around it lifts up which I find highly amusing. It makes me dizzy somewhat but it is fun.

We put bum wraps on the babies. He told me what they were but they looked like wrappers that cover them. Apparently in Avon kids sit in their own shit and filth until someone changes them. This really is barbaric. I don't like the idea of our babies sitting in their own filth for too long.

We put them in small clothes that have legs and arms and are all one garment. I ask why we can't just wear one thing and he smiles. He tries to explain but by now I am beyond caring. I feel so strange and almost foolish.

We eventually put on black shoes with strings on them which are the most ridiculous thing ever. Liam tries to tell me how the strings should tie but I just make him do mine. We are only here a fucking week. I am not learning how to tie strings to keep something on my feet that hurt and make my feet hot.

I feel the craft getting lower and the clouds clear. There below us is the biggest lake I have ever seen and Liam tells me it is the ocean. We've been flying over it for ages now.

It is vast, so much water I never quite saw anything like it. It goes on forever. The guards tell Liam we will be in Avon in 30 minutes.

We see land and buildings and mountains with snow like the immersion unit Hans showed me. We head in over the city and land down into the city. The buildings are mostly small, hardly any tall ones. A lot of them look old, I notice as we land at the transporter center.

Liam collects Richard and I pick up the twins and the guards escort us off the transporter.

The first thing I notice is the cold. This is not a warm place and I almost want more garments.

We are greeted by about 6 people and there is Hans. He has two guards on either side of him and they all wear different garments only one of them is wearing a kilt. Which surprises me. If you are going to wear garments then kilts are at least fun. They wear long items that cover each leg. They won't swirl.

I hear the sound of the other two presidential transporters landing.

Liam hugs his mother and I would if I wasn't holding two babies.

Liam speaks to the guards. We go into a room and the guards stand outside. Hans follows us in and his guards stand outside.

Hans looks at me. "Oh Brett, so good to see you give me one of the babies." He says and I hand him, Jake.

Liam grabs my arm "Come on." He says we go out of the door at the back of the room and down a corridor.

The three of us go down a corridor each holding one of the babies. "Where are we going?" I ask but I just follow them as we rush down the corridor. We head up a flight of stairs and back along another corridor, we walk out onto a platform.

Below us, I see the three transporters of the Albion Presidential convoy parked. There ahead of us on this platform is a small transporter and Hans gets on first and Liam guides me on to it.

We lift up into the air.

"Liam, what the fuck is going on?"

"We are making a break for it." He says as the transporter flies up and off. Over Avon. We rush, fast even for a transporter, and the buildings whizz by and we reach a less built-up area and I am struck by the green and the buildings.

The buildings seem to be wood and glass. They are darker in color and everything looks foreign to me. The colors, the mountains in the distance, the winding roads and we head out at speed.

"Liam, where are we going?" I ask, trying to take in the sights and sure that something is going on I should know about.

"Brett baby, we are going home."

We landed on a pad of a large house with a high wall. The building has large windows that overlook the mountains, the lake, and a valley below. It is stunningly beautiful.

We head off the transporter and into the cold, it is so cold and we rush into the house. The house is grand, not as big as Liam's father's but big enough. Hans kisses me on the cheek. He hands back baby Jake.

"I will see you tomorrow Brett. And Brett be kind to Liam this really is for the best." Hans says and leaves.

The babies are crying. I calm them down and feed them. There are service and cleaner bots and Liam is on the visi message and I am cleaning and getting the babies naked. Jake and Richard already shat themselves. These baby bum wraps are disgusting and I get the bots to help me.

I settle the kids down and Liam is talking to Counsel Alderton and Senator Rolo and a couple of other people I don't recognize.

I am confused but I think we just fled Albion. I can't be sure but I think that little shit Liam has kidnapped me.

Liam comes in and I can see he is excited and not in the usual way.

"Fuck Brett we fucking did it we are fucking free." He says and hugs me.

"Liam just what the fuck is going on," I yell at him as he whirls me around well almost. I am still quite heavy.

"Free. Oh baby, don't be too cross. Please. Well be cross, but not for long we are free. We are fucking free." He kisses me again. "This is our new home, we are not going back." He says.

"What? Liam what the fuck?" I say looking at him too angry, confused, and shocked to really speak.

"Our home Brett, this place or any place that isn't in fucking Albion."

"But you are the President, you can't just leave," I say, still confused. "Liam what the fuck is going on," I say.

"Fuck I know you will be angry and you have every right but trust me, Brett. This was the only way." He says and kisses me and I slap him.

"OUch Baby." He says reeling. I just bitch slapped Liam.

"Bot get me a strong fucking drink a malt, a large malt," I yell.

"Oh, Brett, I deserved that, I did but we are free. Freeeee!!" He says his deep voice sounding almost breeder-like. He rubs his red cheek.

The service bot returns with a drink and I look at the bot hover. "Well at least I can get a fucking drink," I say, and knock back the large measure of malt and shudder. "Bot another, I need another." and the bot hovers off.

"So you mean we are not going back?" I say.

"No, we can't. Not now, possibly not ever." He says looking sheepish and still rubbing his cheek.

"But Liam. Why didn't you say anything?" I say confused and still angry.

"This is still a dangerous situation for all of us. We are not safe yet Brett. And if I told you, are you telling me you would have not rushed round to Thomas and maybe said something? Well, you did go to him last time. Then little Brett knowing you might not see him again. Dropped some hint, given some clue. Or to your mother. Brett. Look I trust you but I also love you and I have made a decision without asking you. I know you will be angry but we can talk and even argue about that.

"You can shout about what I did and the way I did it and looking at you I am guessing you probably will. But baby you and I know that Albion is no place to raise children and I am not deciding which of our three children Richard, Jake, Little Liam end up with cunts and which ones don't"

I look at him. "So we are never going back?" I say, taking the second glass but sipping this one. I am still simmering with anger.

"No baby. We can't and if you don't like this place we can move. Hell, I've got more credit than the gods." He says smiling. "Brett honey. I just didn't want to risk anything. Don't you see? Our home, Sam's home, is bugged. Guards following me everywhere. I nearly told you. I just thought about Thomas, how you might feel about little Brett. What you might say and where. You know the last 9 months I have guards with me all the time. I just had to be so careful. Then it got closer. I had taken enormous risks. So many risks. If they had found out- well I shudder to think what would have happened. I am sorry. I told 4 people what I was doing. Hans, because he needed to plan our escape. Rolo, because he is going to clear this mess up. Counsel Alderton because he helped me plan this and will take on my senate seat and help Rolo clear this mess up. Planning this these last few months has been hard and keeping this from you." He says.

"Fucking months!!!" I yell and slap him again. Forgetting to count to 10. "Months. Shit. Liam," I say.

"I am sorry and I know you will be mad for days and you have every right, every right. It's just. If the plan failed you would have been in danger and the kids. I could always say that you knew nothing. I was trying to protect you and the kids. And to be honest I know you baby. You can't tell me you wouldn't have gone and seen Little Brett and not said something. Your mother was the one that worried me. Look I know maybe I was wrong but..." He trails off and I look at him.

"So this is it? Our home?" I say.

"You like it?" He asks.

"Liam, I have seen the roof pad, the staircase, and this room. I am fucking furious you didn't tell me," I say, and he steps back.

"Sorry. Sorry. I love you, baby," he says grinning.

"I am done slapping you today. You fucking little shit," I say and sigh. "I am too fucking mad today, we will talk about this tomorrow," I say sipping my drink. I look over at baby Richard.

"But Liam, what about Angel? We have his baby." I pause. I realize why he only named three people he told. I fear my heart will break. I look at him. I speak quietly.

"Oh god, Liam. Angel was the fourth person you told."

Liam looks at me.

"Yes, I told Angel a few months ago. They clear the visitor room for the President or Senators. I am sorry Brett. I told him we were not coming back. I took a risk. I put him in danger by telling him, but I felt it was the right thing to do. I had to think long and hard about that. I have done a lot without telling you, Brett. I won't ever do that ever again. I did all of this so I don't have to do something like that again."

I look at Liam and hug him. "Oh, Angel," I say and cry.

......

My last visit with Angel was a few days before the trip. At first, he was a little subdued but I told him about Richard and we chatted about how he was feeding well even from the bottle and growing big. He laughed and smiled. He was sad I hadn't brought him with me but he had a small fever and I wanted him well enough for the trip. He said that was probably for the best.

We chatted about mother, wine, and the fat judge. We laughed together at our mother, the hopeless drunk.

I asked if the father of baby Richard had dark hair and Angel told me he had no fucking idea. He laughed.

It is always so good to see Angel. I would often look at my brother and wonder about the act he was putting on the defense he was putting up. I worry the cracks are showing and I am not sure what to do. He always just tells me he is fine.

We talk about Little Liam and Little Jake and how big they are getting.

Dane is still with Angel and they are still happy as a breeder pair.

It was really only when I got up to leave that Angel did something I found odd.

He stood up and stroked my hair.

Angel said to me, "Take care of my baby. I know you will, but never let him forget who I am."

"I won't ever let him forget you silly. I will bring him next time, I told you that," I say, his face crumples a bit.

"I know you will and it will be wonderful. But Brett promise me, Brett. Don't let him forget me," he says, stroking my hair.

"I promise Angel."

He strokes my cheek. "Oh Brett, lovely Brett. Promise me one more thing,"

"What now? You are acting funny."

"Humor me," Angel says and flashes me a smile that is full of sadness.

"Ok, what?" I say, confused.

"Take care of Liam, he loves you more than I think even you know. And Brett be the man you were always meant to be. Promise me." He says and I see a tear roll down his cheek.

Angel's behavior is strange. I ask, "Is everything ok?"

He stops stroking my cheek and replies, "Yes everything is fine. Promise me, Brett. I was wrong to push you to be a breeder. Promise me you will be the man you were meant to be."

"Ok, I promise. But Angel. I have tits, a pussy, and three fucking kids, it might be too fucking late. Are you sure you are ok, have you taken some of Dane's drugs?" I ask, and Angel chuckles.

"No, I am fine, just sentimental I guess. Not seeing Richard, sometimes it is hard that is all." Angel hugs me hard with a tight squeeze like he never wants to let me go.

"Angel, I will see you when I come back. I will bring Richard next time honestly. Are you sure you are alright?" I ask.

"Yes. I am being silly. I am sorry Brett. I am hormonal. Ignore me." He smiles at me and wipes away a small tear. He tosses his blonde hair back and I kiss him goodbye.

"I gotta go." I turn to leave and Angel grabs my arm.

"You promised me Brett." he is smiling and crying.

"Fuck I know. I promised. Geez, Angel. I hate to leave you like this. Look, I will see you in a few weeks. I will get Liam to pull some strings to get us an early visit." I say and he lets go of my arm.

"Yes, you do that. I will look forward to it."

I turn and walk to the door. I think to myself that Angel sure does act funny sometimes.

I get to the door.

"I am going to miss you. Brett," Angel shouts. I turn around and he is smiling but it is forced a little and I see him wipe away another tear.