My Need to Breed

By JM Ross

Amelia's desire to be bred becomes everything. She and her husband are willing to try anything to inseminate her.
When a new doctor and her neighbors become involved... Like an outrageous soap opera...
Her world changes forever.

Three excerpts from the story...

"How long has this been going on?"
"A few weeks. But it's okay. Doctor Johnson has been here several times, watching over you."
"Exactly, how long have I been out," I started to demand and saw Tara preparing a hypodermic needle.
But Mitsy shook her head, no and the needle was set down.
"How long?" I demanded as my voice began to rise.
I saw Mitsy nod to Tara and she injected something into an I-V that I hadn't noticed before. Seconds later, a wave of calm swept through me as my anger dissipated.

But, she seemed oblivious to what I was saying and held out a piece of her famous chocolate cake saying, "While you're thinking about everything, why don't you nibble on this?"
So, I took her damn cake and took a bite.
Meanwhile, Tara had removed the I-V from the back of my hand and then, excused herself to go home and tend to her own children.
The cake was shear heaven. I couldn't stop eating it. When the plate was empty, I set it down and within seconds, Mitsy replaced it with another piece.
"Odd," I thought, "My body wants to become a food magnet."

I pushed the cakes and hamburgers and what-have-you into my mouth as fast as I could with no care about my shape. After all, I was doing this for Matt and our future and the fun of it. I hoped he'd continue to like the newer larger me as much as I was beginning to like gaining.
Then one night, Matt said that the Doctor now wanted us to do the old California keys-in-the-hat game. My husband admitted that he had reservations about sharing me with other partners but apparently, it was good therapy.
The plan was that the men would toss their keys into a hat. Whatever keys Matt drew out, he would go to that house and that husband would come to my bed. I was to dress in something slinky and wait.
At ten, I put on my favorite nighty and crawled between the sheets. A little later, I heard a key in the lock and then saw a silhouette in my bedroom doorway.
"John?" I asked softly.
He was a large man, easily recognized.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ross Publishing
• Release date: Sep 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005735630

JM Ross

I love it when my protagonist finds her body contending with an intimate partner or a force that will change her forever. What is she thinking as she looses control of her sexual desires or her body or both? Did she want this to happen? Has it gone too far? Does she like it? How will it end? Will it end? The line between fantasy and reality is sometimes so very, very thin and I adore stepping into fantasy and staying there as long as I can. Love JM PS... If you'd like to see what's coming, click on favorites and Smashwords will keep you updated.

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My Need to Breed

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by JM Ross

Copyright 2021

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My Need to Breed

by JM Ross

Chapter 1

Just look at that butt, Joyce said softly, Another work of art.

Ah, hmmm, Carol nodded, Our best yet.

I heard them, but pretended I hadn't. Although, I really didn't care. Matt would be home tonight and this was my surprise for him. My gift was twenty-six new pounds of me… Four or five on my chest... Several ounces under my chin and face and definitely at least twelve pounds on my ass. There was no doubt that he'd notice my changes at the Thurston's pool party this evening.

I could feel my wiggle back there and my extra jiggle up front. But like a hand to a drowning man (I should say, woman) my new friends had rescued me from the destiny of forever skinny. (Now, if they could find a solution for my other problem...)

But maybe it's time to back up here...

Three months ago, Matt and I closed on a house in Cherry Hill Subdivision and two months ago, we moved our meager furnishings into what was intended to be our new family home. However, there is a very big however in our life. We've been aggressively trying to get pregnant for four years. Doctors, shots, tests, positions and even prayer, and all of it had yielded nothing. The doctor thinks my fertilized eggs aren't able to take hold in me. But he didn't know why. He said that worrying about conceiving could actually delay conception. He also hinted that sometimes people as thin as I was (one hundred one pounds), occasionally had trouble conceiving.

But shit! Why should I eat when there was no reason to?

Although the doctor was as diplomatic as he could be, I left his office in tears. Matt was again devastated too.

And so... The room that we'd desperately hoped would become a baby's room, remained destined to be simply... a storage room.

Three days after we moved in and Matt had left for work, there was a knock on the door.

I found three chubby ladies standing there with dishes in hand and grinning like Cheshire cats ready to pounce.

I learned that they were my immediate neighbors on either side of me and from the house directly across the street. I learned that they'd been close with the previous owners, the Watsons and still were, despite his transfer to Virginia. Alice and Rex Watson and their four children were already missed.

We settled on the deck with coffee and the lady's plates of treats. Joyce brought a devil's food chocolate cake to die for. Carol brought immense chocolate chip cookies and Mitsy carried a great plate of éclairs (homemade).

I was, of course, expected to sample their wares and praise them. But, it wasn't easy. My capacity was less than a bird and had been for several years. (Probably because of the baby thing.) I managed several healthy bites from each of their wonderful offerings before conversation moved on to the who, what and why, that snoopy neighbors always wanted to know.

Eventually, talk drifted to my baby issue. As private as this matter was, the issue managed to wheedle its' way out of me. (Or was it that the ladies were just that efficient at interrogation.) I hadn't been prepared to cross this bridge and began to tear up. As a tear slid down my