The Breeding Facility

By Jay Lucas

Dr. Joanne Verra documents in her journal the time leading up to her joining the secret facility. Thinking she was hired on for her medical abilities leads her to a path of discovering that she is the experiment in impregnation. With a staff of nurses, Dr. Verra learns that her patient John is actually capable of impregnating women at an increased rate. What she thinks is a slip of her judgement sleeping with him turns out to be a lesson in how the facility wants her and her nurses impregnated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Lucas
• Release date: Jan 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005383244

Jay Lucas

A story teller for interracial, impregnation, romance and hot steamy sex.

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The Breeding Facility

By Jay Lucas

Copyright 2022

Breeding

I often wondered what my life would have been like if I had never gone to medical school. I wondered how my mother would have handled it too. How she would have screamed at me while probably threatening to disown me. She insisted that I do the best no matter what, even if it meant a slap across the face for getting a low grade. Not just my best, because the best and my best could be different things. I had to get the best grades, and be the best at everything that I did. School was my main focus as soon as I was young, and it was never ending even while in college.

I do miss my father, as he died when I was ten leaving me alone with my mother. I often attributed his passing with a sign that the last good part of my mother was dead inside. I felt the urge to leave my mother early on as she continued to make me feel that I was less then and needed to do more.

There was an urge to leave home early on. I remember going to my friend's thirteenth birthday party and reading about colleges to attend, and how college life was going to be different. Everyone else was having fun and I was at a party reading about college because my mother wanting me to have one already picked out. When my classmates were going to prom, I was packing my bags to go to college early. Spring break my senior year I was already meeting my professors for early summer classes. All the while I thought about how life was going to be different once I was away from home and the dread existence under my mother's rules.

I never bragged about myself, or was one to wear revealing clothes even though I had the body for them. The few friends that I had always urged me to show off what I had. To me I was just keeping my body healthy and in shape. My health and my grades were always perfect in my eyes, although my mother would disagree with her constant pushing for more.

Although I never dated or better yet was not allowed to date, I did find some time to play sports. I felt my self-esteem got better as I got older, but I still could hear my mother's voice telling me I could do better. I was hit on and asked out on many occasions, I just never found the time for guys that did have an interest me. My school work was always my priority, and I had no time to spend on meaningless dates. I do recall boys complaining about me being too smart for them, but I never really let it get to my head.

I met Tricia in college. We were similar in that we both applied to Harvard, and we both changed our minds to attend Johns Hopkins. She was my roommate who became my friend, and then my lover. I knew from the moment I saw her that she was interested in the same sex. Although I never gave it a thought before her, she insisted that I at least try it out as an experiment before passing judgment.

I was a virgin to college life, and sexual relations of any kind. I never kissed anyone, and never even caressed anyone's privates either. Tricia found it funny, but also sexually stimulating that I was so new to sex. It was not that I found women more attractive, or that men were not my type. I just fell into something with Tricia, and it was easy.

At first it was a simple experimentation. She would go down on me, and I would finger her until we got off. When Tricia began to kiss me, and spend the night in my bed, I knew things had progressed from experimenting to having a lover. I found it exciting at first that I was able to have someone get me off, but over time it became a full time commitment to Tricia. Although I was never fully committed to the lifestyle or love of it all, I just found it as a pleasant distraction in my life.

I remember how Tricia would wait on me hand and foot, and want to touch me constantly. Although I found some men attractive, I found Trisha to be convenient and easy. She was pretty, and I enjoyed our time together, but I also knew telling my mother that I was eating a girl's pussy every night would not go over well. I never considered myself anything other than a person, while Tricia made sure she identified as a lesbian. It's not that I was afraid of my mother's reaction at this time, but I felt it was just something to do while I passed the time.

After four years with Tricia, I did find myself caring for her more than I cared for anyone else prior. The problem with Tricia though, was she was Tricia. She had good grades, but could never match mine, or my drive to do something great. She was attractive, but she would always tell me how better looking I was, and how she was beneath me. The remarks about how my long dark hair was never flat or messy, or how the curve of my ass was just right. I never considered breast size an issue until Tricia looked into surgery to have the same size breasts as me. She had a nice healthy D Cup compared to my C. But Tricia liked my nipples, and wanted to have the same as mine. I knew