*Oghma here! This was another request, and I would like to thank my reader (You know who you are) for making this story possible. I hope the rest of you enjoy this story and I hope to see you all again very soon!*
**Disclaimer; Excessive sizes, Breeding and semi-incestuous moments ahead. All individuals depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older.**
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"It's good to see you again Rochelle." Said Elizabeth in a seemingly pleasant tone. To an outsider's perspective, it just seemed to be a formal exchange of pleasantries. But Rochelle was naturally not fooled, they'd known each other far too long for that. "Are you enjoying the coffee? I'm sorry I don't keep any Folgers in the house, I was going to buy you some for your visit but I guess it just slipped my mind." A not very subtle jab at Rochelle's lower income level. If one were to imagine a stereotypical upper-class woman, Elizabeth would be a fine candidate; Neatly coiffed golden blonde hair tied up neatly in a bun, a white shirt buttoned up all the way to her neck, and a long black skirt that reached her knees. Yet, at the same time one could not deny the aura of sensuality she radiated, much like a Breeder woman was prone to do. Her lips were plush and full, practically stuck in a permanent pout or kissing expression, highlighted with dark red lipstick and complimenting lipliner. Massive round breasts adorned her torso, each one roughly the size of a medicine ball, perfectly suited for nursing her brood. Though not small or narrow by any means, her hips and rear end were about as... "normal looking" as a Breeder could be; Just large and curvaceous enough to assist with their task, but still within the range a normal human could match.
"Ah it's fine." Rochelle responded with a simple hand wave. "Once you get past all that fancy added flavor, you can still kinda taste the coffee." Rochelle was a stark contrast to Elizabeth's refined WASP demeanor, more unfettered and open than polished and reserved. She was a black woman of the same age as Elizabeth. Much like her "friend", the years had been very good to her and she still stood as an imposing figure of fertility and sexuality; Full plump dicksucking lips, unmasked by any makeup and allowed to display their natural beauty. Her complexion was a fairly dark shade, smooth and free from any blemish. If one were to gaze away from her face, they would most certainly notice her rather large and exposed cleavage, held neatly in a burgundy tank top. They were quite large, far bigger than a handful each, but were still noticeably smaller than Elizabeth's. However, further south was her body's real pride and joy. Supported by a pair of birthing hips that went well past her shoulder span was a tremendous ass. Soft enough to be lewdly compressed in the chair, yet firm enough to maintain a general heart shape while walking. Equally huge were her thighs, the word "thicc" wasn't nearly enough to describe how awe inspiring they were. One could not be sure if the blue distressed jeans she was wearing were torn naturally or not. "So how's life treatin' ya? Still relyin' on that sweet IBE money?"
"Oh no, not at all." Elizabeth flashed a stepford smile. "As a matter of fact, I've been making great use of their money to invest wisely. Indeed, I'm now the one helping the IBE with their funding!" And on and on their back and forth banter went.
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"They're arguing again, aren't they?" Adrian asked with a sigh as he reached into the fridge to grab a can of 7-up. Adrian was a tall young man of 18 years. Standing at about 6 feet, he had the sort of lithe yet toned body of a swimmer. His hair, unlike his mother, was long and jet black. It was apparently something he inherited from his father. However, he still maintained the genes of her sapphire blue eyes. He was trying for a full beard, but unfortunately his facial hair wasn't quite yet thick enough yet. As such, he was keeping it very short at the moment, so as to look nice while it filled out. Inbetween his cargo shorts and skater shirt he could pass for a normal high school senior, if it weren't for the tremendous bulge between his legs indicating his Breeder status.
"Yep." Said Oscar simply, peering out into the living room. He was a bit taller and more built than Adrian was, standing at roughly 6'2". He was a good looking yet unassuming man, with a short crewcut and a clean shaved face. His skin was a slightly darker tone than his mothers, more of a dark chocolate hue. Despite his heritage, his eyes were a rather unusual color; A light hazel, almost green in color. Although his build would likely allude to him being an athlete of some sort, his casual wear of a "Boku no Hero Academia" shirt (Written out in Katakana) belied his status as a geek.
"You would think they'd have patched this whole thing up years ago." Continued Adrian as he opened his drink. "Or at least try to avoid each other."
"Nah. Dunno about your mom, but mine would never let it end like that." Oscar replied with a soft chuckle. "That would mean yours would win, and she'd never be able to live it down."
"It's kind of sad though, don't you think?" Adrian responded, taking a sip.
"Didn't say it wasn't." said Oscar with a shrug. "But that's just how they are." Adrian sighed solemnly at that statement. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Oscar was right. Without another word, he stared out into the living room to watch this spectacle of an "argument" continue.
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"I'll have you know... "Elizabeth's voice was escalating in its annoyance. "That my Adrian has been fathering grandchildren like a prize stallion. Just these past two weeks alone he's impregnated 16 girls." A slight exaggeration of the truth. The reality was he had "only" had sex with 16 different girls, and 11 of them had turned up positive tests while the remaining 5 were too early along. Still, she had full confidence that Adrian was successful. "I swear, he has the makings of a stud horse."
"Only 16?" Rochelle countered with a slight laugh. "I can't even keep track of the number of kids my Oscar's made. And he ain't one to leave them wantin' either. They just keep comin' back for more once they pop'em out. Plus, lemme tell you;" Rochelle's face twisted into a wide grin of arrogance. "'Horse' aint at all a good enough word to describe what he's packing down below."
"Oh, I'm sure it's impressive for someone in your circle." Elizabeth said in dismissal. "But I sincerely doubt it's anything to compare to MY boy. I made sure to single out only the largest of specimens to be his potential father, and handpicked the best of the bunch. So naturally he takes after his father in all the best ways, prime genetic stock."
"Prime? More like inbred." Sneered Rochelle. "You gotta mix the genes up if you wanna be strong. Don't you know wild mutts are stronger and healthier than purebreds." Elizabeth then stood up; her fists clenched tightly in barely restrained rage. She looked almost ready to shout, and yet just before it was unleashed, she was able to put it down and force a sly smile to the surface.
"Would you care to put that to the test?" she asked connivingly.
"What do you mean?"