Chapter 2

I entered an insemination room. The staff had dressed me in a very sexy teddy and left me on a large bed in this softly lit
room. They told me to wait for my sex partner to arrive.

This very hunky alpha male entered the room and introduced himself as Byron, and he removed his robe. God! He was stunning, and he was like a Greek statue that had come to life. Byron had a cock that was at least 20 cm in length. He walked up to me, laid down beside me, and made out with me. This man could kiss! He caressed me and massaged my breasts, and I began to breathe quite heavily. My pussy was now soaking wet. He instructed me to get on my knees in front of him, take his stiff cock in my mouth, and start sucking on it. I had never had sex with another person before and was amazed at Byron’s size since I was only 10 cm hard when I was a man. Never having sucked on a man’s cock, I wondered if I could do it, but I had this overwhelming desire to put it in my mouth. I did as he told me, for I was the girl now, and I eventually could swallow his entire length down my throat. Byron’s cock grew even longer and thicker. He pulled his now enormous cock from my mouth, picked me up, and tossed my 50 kg body on the bed.

Byron pulled up my teddy, stripped off my thong, and began to probe my pussy with his tongue. He pushed me back onto the bed. I was moaning, and then he reached up with both hands and started to massage my nipples. Byron’s attention to my nipples gave me my first orgasm, and I moaned and convulsed on the bed, and this stud hadn’t even entered me yet. Byron then positioned himself and pushed his cock into my tight pussy, and I could feel it stretch as he entered me. He started to pump me, and it felt like there was an obstruction, and then it was gone, with a brief flash of pain. I was no longer a virgin.
He grinned at me and said, “Oh, you were a virgin; I should have known. How are you enjoying yourself so far, Rachelle?”
I looked at him longingly and kissed him. With my arms around his neck, I said, “Fuck me harder, please!” and I received a second orgasm that crashed over me.

Byron smiled, “I’m here to please you, babe.”

He continued to pump me faster and started to build up quicker and quicker, pulling his cock almost out and then ramming it balls deep into my pussy. All the while, he continued to play with my nipples. I was going crazy, and he told me to rub my clitoris, and I started to rub it while he was pumping and massaging me. I couldn’t stand it any longer and began to convulse again in my third colossal orgasm, and at that point, he started to cum inside me, and he pushed in as far as he could and pumped me full of his cum. I could feel his cream fill me up, and he stayed inside me until he started to lose his erection. I continued to convulse for almost a minute afterward.

He smiled and kissed me, “You are great, Babe. I love fucking you, girl. I doubt I will have to come back for a repeat. Girls who get into sex always get pregnant.”

He let me lay on the bed in the afterglow.

“Now, you just lay there and leave my sperm inside for as long as you can.”

He kissed me again, put on his robe, and left the room. I felt great, and I didn’t want to move, and no one came in or bothered me until the following day.

Sure enough, the next day, when they checked me, I was pregnant. I only got to have sex once, but wow, it was great. I could honestly say that sex with Byron was the high point of my life, and for me, it had made becoming a female all worth it now.

I took a shower changed into a clean uniform and returned to my room. Sam walked in a bit later, and I could tell she was pregnant as well.

“Oh, Rachelle, he was fabulous. What a phenomenal guy. I’m so happy that I could experience sex as a girl, and it was fucking mind-blowing.”

I had to agree with her. We had an ultrasound five months later, confirming that we were giving birth to girls, and neither had twins.

Charlene and Terri were also knocked up for their first time too. Now we all had to wait for the next nine months.
We spent our time playing teams in video games. The four of us would play as a squad in a Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing War game, and with all the practice, we got excellent at it. There was an organized tournament for our game, and our team won it. There were no prizes, but our team could kick ass. What was surprising was that none of us had used male avatars for our game characters. I talked to the other girls about it, and when they thought about it, they were like, well, we are all girls now, why pretend any different in a game? Our old lives were gone now.

For me, the games were fun, but I still had a lot of free time, and I was getting bored. I went into the counseling center and spoke with one of the councilors there. She told me since I was giving birth, I qualified to join online university education, and it wouldn’t cost me anything. She had me sit down, and I took many tests to discover my strengths. Eventually, she told me I qualified for University as my GPA was 4.3, and it looked like I leaned towards literature and journalism. I enrolled in the online courses, and it was terrific. I forgot that I was a prisoner making babies and started to expand my mind.
As our due date began to get closer, we enrolled in a birthing course. The instructor showed how we should progress and act during birth. We would have natural childbirth attempted first, and we would get a C section if there were an emergency. We had an epidural injection to lessen the pain, but we would experience pain as part of the process of giving birth. We would be able to see our babies, but we wouldn’t be holding them, as they would then be taken away to a different facility.
Sam and I broke our water within hours of each other, and we were each taken to a birthing room. I was in labor for 4 hours before I gave birth to a healthy little girl. They showed her to me, and she was so lovable.

“Please, she is so beautiful. Can I hold her in my arms?”

But I couldn’t hold her, no matter how much I pleaded with the nurses. They soon took her away from me, and I was given a sponge bath and changed, and they wheeled me back to my room.

I didn’t see Sam for another 4 hours, and she returned to the room. She looked exhausted, and her water broke an hour before mine, but she was in labor for nine hours.

“How did you make out, Sam?”

She smiled at me and said, “I’m fine, I gave birth to a beautiful girl, but I am exhausted.”

She immediately fell asleep. I rested well but got up for dinner, letting Samantha sleep.

I walked over to Charlene and Terri’s room, and they had both returned, having given birth to a boy and a girl, respectively.

Neither of them had a difficult delivery like Sam did, so we went out to dinner, leaving Sam resting.

We then had three months off, and part of it was sessions with a psychologist to deal with the post-partum depression we were all experiencing. We all carried a baby for nine months, and then we were depressed.

“I felt so bad that I couldn’t hold her when I saw her. She was so beautiful.”

“It would have only made it harder for you to give her up,” the psychologist replied. “Just keep in mind that what you are doing is a great thing here, and you will soon be pregnant again.”

We chatted together for two months when the psychologist told me I wouldn’t have to see her any longer. I had gotten over my depression.

I will add at this point that I never saw any of the children to which I had given birth ever again. I was simply a tool of the state, used to increase the population, along with all the other transformed females in this birthing facility.

After our three-month break, Sam and I were successfully inseminated again by different men. This time my guy was a muscular guy named Chad. He had an enormous cock like my first guy, and he fucked me and filled me with his cum. But rather than leaving immediately, he stayed with me.

“If you don’t mind, I can stay with you today. You were my only appointment today, and I would love to spend some more time making love to you.”

“Could you? That would be great! I have so little experience with men.”

Once again, the sex was fantastic. Chad fucked me hard a second time and came into me again. There was so much cum inside me that it was dripping out of my pussy. Chad stayed and caressed me. I went down on him again and sucked him hard, and this time he took some of the cum and pushed it into my ass for lube, and then he worked his fingers in my hole to stretch me. Once Chad could work three fingers into me, my stallion announced that I was ready. He rubbed some more of the cum leaking out of my pussy on his cock, and slowly entered my ass. Being fucked in my ass was a new experience for me as well, and we were soon fucking hard, and I was on all fours rocking my ass into his hips, and I loved the slapping sound we were making. Chad pumped my ass harder and harder, and I orgasmed as he came inside me.

“Oh God, Chad, that was fucking amazing. Anal was a first for me, and I loved it.”

He was spent and fell beside me on the bed and pulled me on him so he could kiss me. We both laid on the bed together, and I snuggled against him in my afterglow.

I was curious and asked him how he managed to land a job like this inseminating girls.

“Like you, I didn’t have a choice. The Government drafted me into the reproduction program to become a transformed female. But when I regained consciousness, the doctors told me I became a transformed alpha male instead. They changed me into this new person, and with my DNA completely overwritten into who I am now. I was then put through an intense weight training program to build my muscles, and they taught me sexual techniques to make love to a woman.”
“Like you, I have a five-year contract, but since I am not a transformed female, they can’t force me to stay here, and I can leave here when I am not working. Since my transformation, all I can think about is having sex with the women here. Sure, I often thought about sex before, but this is a whole new level of desire for me, and it’s constant. Since there is only one alpha male for 50 females, I’m busy every day. This facility holds five thousand transformed females, and there are around 100 guys like me. It’s a good thing they keep me busy.”

I thought about this after he had left, and I realized the scientists had created a new race of genetically perfect people. They had never publicized the transformed alpha male program, but it made sense, if they were going to create perfect females, they would also develop these perfect males for them too. My offspring would most likely be highly sexualized, and unlike the women of today, they would willingly marry each other and give birth. I felt I was programmed to desire a man intensely and become pregnant, and I am sure my offspring would feel the same way.

While we were pregnant, we used the facilities provided to us to keep from getting bored out of our minds. I continued to progress in my online education, and we kept winning the video game tournaments. We worked out and swam in the fitness center pool. We were able to walk around outside in the facility’s grounds, but an electrified fence surrounded the place, so we were in prison. In case you were wondering, a six-meter-high fence guarded the electrified fence, so you would have had to scale that one first if you wanted to electrify yourself. I never felt suicidal while I was inside, but I couldn’t speak for anyone else. None of the girls I knew were suicidal either.

Nine months later, we gave birth again. I had a boy this time, and Sam got another girl. Charlene and Terri both had boys this time.

After giving birth, we all had our mandatory three months off, and this time the depression wasn’t as bad.
My next alpha was a very handsome lad named Scott for my third time. After he fucked me twice and our sensual sex session was complete,

I asked, “Are you busy today?”

Scott replied, “You are my only appointment for the day.”

“Have you fucked a girl in her ass yet? I’m willing if you are. Just use all this cum dripping out of my pussy for lube.”

That inspired Scott, and I sucked him hard once more, and he fucked me hard in the ass, and I kept yelling, “Harder! Harder!”

Scott ejaculated a massive load in me, and I had a huge orgasm and fell to the bed.

He laid with me, and we shared some tender moments. The next day I found that I was properly fucked, and I became pregnant with my third child. Five months later, I knew I was having a boy, and Samantha had a girl on the way. Charlene and Terri told us they were both having boys.

We all quickly gave birth to our babies, and this was our most effortless delivery yet, and none of us were in labor for more than 3 hours. We had three months off to recover, and we worked to get our bodies back into shape at the gym.
At times I was bored, but that was getting rare, as my university studies were becoming more complicated and kept me busy for most of the day. We didn’t need any money, but the state paid a minimum wage, released when we completed our pregnancies here. I also played a tremendous amount of video games here, and of course, our team kept winning tournaments constantly. It was a boy’s dream, even though we were now all girls.

We did hear that some of the girls were getting together for lesbian action, but Sam and I both liked boys for some reason, even though we were not gay when we were boys. As for girls, I didn’t seem to have any desire.

I asked Charlene and Terri, “So, are you girls an item now?”

They smiled at us and kissed, but wouldn’t answer the question, so we knew they were together. Sam and I were very close, but we were BFFs for life.

Time passing would vary for us. Sometimes time crawled by, and other times, it just rushed by. I was able to call up my mother, though she couldn’t visit me. She was doing well and told me that she missed me more than she thought. She was amazed at my girly voice, and I described how I looked now.

Unfortunately, our tablets had their cameras disabled, so I could never send her a picture of me. We didn’t have phones, but I could call her up on my tablet, and I could at least see her video. We had fewer rights than prisoners, but due to our particular classification, most of our rights had been stripped from us by the state, so they were able to detain us and keep us pregnant.

My insemination for my fourth pregnancy was especially memorable. Every time I had sex, these guys were getting better. They were now total experts with our bodies, and they knew exactly how to make us respond to them. Paul was a true expert. He did everything right to me and knew exactly where to touch me, what to say to me, and how to handle me. I was like a violin, and Paul was the Virtuoso who played me.

“Oh Fuck! Paul, you guys keep getting better and better.”

Paul smiled and said, “Babe, you are the reason I am here. I want to make all you girls as happy as I can.”
I
lost count of the orgasms he gave me. As soon as one was ending, the next one was building, and he didn’t let up on me until he finally came inside me. I just laid there, spent. Paul slowly caressed and kissed me.

“You were great, Babe. You respond so beautifully to me.”

I whispered, “Paul, you were the best lover I ever had. You are incredible.”

Paul just smiled and kissed me again. He whispered, “My only purpose is to please you to the best of my ability.”

He fucked me a second time, and later, he also fucked me in my ass. He stayed with me afterward.

“I loved being with you, girl, and you are fantastic in bed. I wish I could date you.”

My pregnancy progressed without any issue as the previous three pregnancies, and it took me only two hours when it was time for me to give birth. Once again, it was effortless for me. I gave birth to a baby girl. Sammi had a boy, Charlene had a girl, and Terri had a boy.

After our three-month downtime, we went in for insemination number five. Like Paul before him, Douglas was a stud. He was as good as Paul in every way and played this girl to the best of his ability, and she responded in the usual way. Douglas fucked me twice in my pussy and ass, and he drained me again. I had only had sex five times at this point in my life, and I could remember each guy and my time with him like it happened yesterday.

We were now in our fifth pregnancy, and our group was midterm. Today was graduation day for me. I had completed my Batchelor of Arts degree, majoring in Journalism. Sam got her Batchelor’s degree in Psychology, and she was overjoyed too. For the last four years, I have also been writing my journal every day to keep an account of my time here. Who knows, maybe someday I will be able to use it for a book.

They called all the fifth term girls into a large conference room in our eighth month. Dr. Stilton stood in front of us and addressed us all. She congratulated us on how well we had performed in our time at the center, and after we all gave birth for our fifth time, this one center would have produced 25,000 new babies in five years. She told us how happy she was with us all and the Department of Population Restoration would offer us a return incentive, and she asked us all to consider it.

After our fifth child, we could leave the facility, but they offered us an incentive to return and give birth to another five children. This time they would provide us with a million dollars per child as a bonus, so if we agreed, we would leave in another five years with five million bonus dollars in the bank. We would also receive a pension from the state for our service. We will also allow the girls who return to have monthly recreational sex with the alpha males once they are pregnant.

Someone put up their hand and asked why the Government was now being so generous after initially drafting us to do this.

Dr. Stilton paused for a minute. “We are now the victims of our success. Quite simply, we can’t replace you, even if we wanted to do so. Once the initial group of men transformed into females, there was now a shortage of available men, and they wanted to retain as many of us as possible. There was much debate on how we would do this, but they decided the best way was to give us all a financial incentive to continue in the program instead of forcing us to stay.”

Along with Charlene and Terri, Sam and I left the conference room, and we went over for dinner. Once we had sat down, we started to discuss what they had told us.

I told everyone, “I don’t know if I can do another five years of this. I have a University degree now, and I think I could probably get a better job when we get outside.”

Samantha replied, “But, it is nice in here. I kept myself busy, and I was stress-free while I was here. But still, we couldn’t ever leave.”

We looked around at each other. None of us was sure we wanted to go through another five years here. I told them we would leave this place and had 30 days to consider their offer.

I said, “Let’s meet up on the last week, and we can talk it over again and see what we decide. I would like for us to all decide the same way. Either we all stay out, or we will return here.”

So, we gave birth to our last child. I had a boy, and Sam also had a boy. Charlene and Terri had girls. And after three months and a positive psychological exam, we were all released. We kept our tablets, and they gave us a small suitcase of clothes and a new phone with $1000 in our pockets.

We took the bus back to our town, and mom came down to pick me up, and Sam’s mom picked her up. Charlene and Terri went home with Charlene’s mom. We all kissed each other goodbye, exchanged phone numbers to stay in touch, and went our separate ways. Mom couldn’t believe it was me and kept asking me questions that only I would be able to answer.

“You don’t look like anyone in our family.”

“They overwrote my DNA with an enhanced version. They created me to be perfect and very fertile, and I don’t have any genetic defects in my DNA. Of course, I don’t have any of my original DNA either. All I have left are my memories from my old life.”

Mom still lived in the same two-bedroom apartment and went out with her girlfriends, and like most women her age, she never bothered to date any men.

“Mom, they have offered me a bonus if I return to the facility.”

I explained the bonus to her, “If I accept their offer, I would be five million dollars richer in 5 years.”

She raised her eyebrows and said, “It’s a lot better than a $100 an hour part-time minimum wage job.”

A quick calculation showed it was just over $1000 an hour, but they had told me it would be tax-free as well. I wouldn’t be rich with the money, but I would be comfortable with the bonus pension.

“Mom, I now have a University education, but I want to take my education further. If I drop out of the program now, I don’t have enough money to continue with it outside. But inside, it is free for me, and I can continue with my education and get a Master’s degree. You are still healthy and don’t need me around. There is no reason to leave the facility, and I think I will return and take their bonus.”

“The more I think about it, I would probably end up with a crappy minimum wage job, and life was so easy inside. Heck, I spent most of my day with the online courses, and when I wasn’t in class, I was playing video games and working out in the gym.”

Mom told me the Department of Population Restoration’s birthing program was doing very well.

“In 5 years, the population was over 40,000,000 new babies, and a baby boom was happening because of girls like you.’

“I feel that I am making a difference too. I wouldn’t say I liked the idea of being kept captive, but like anything, I got used to it and didn’t let things bother me.”

I continued, “They told us that the Transformed Female program had been so successful that no available men were left. The Government had drafted approximately ten million single men over 20 years old. And they were all now transformed females.”

They almost had shut the program down. But now, the Government was considering recruiting retired women over the age of 70 into the program. These older women were volunteering now for the program, as the fear of old age and death outweighed the reluctance to become pregnant. The Government would also save on healthcare and pension costs for these women. Mom told me that as she was approaching 70, she was beginning to think that this would be a way to live her life again, the way she wanted.

I called up all my old friends, and we went out together for a girl’s night out several times during our month of freedom. The night before we had to return, my girlfriends from the facility met up in our favorite bar, and we talked the bonus deal over with each other. I looked around, and there were no men in the bar. There were only girls. In the end, we all agreed to return to the facility. We knew what to expect living there, and life was easy for us. We all wanted to continue taking online University courses as well. The food was pretty good, and we had all the recreation and entertainment we could use. And the five times I had sex were simply incredible. I loved having sex so much, but there were no available men that I could have sex with, so it was perhaps better to return to the facility.

We met up at the bus station on our last day of freedom and boarded the bus back to the facility. We were all returning together. Like me, the other girls loved sex and realized that there weren’t any available men outside now since they were now girls in the centers.

As part of our bonus, we were now allowed monthly recreational sex with the hot alpha guys who worked at the facility once we became pregnant. I can’t wait until I get inseminated again.

Epilogue

Time sure flies when you are having fun! The sex I had with the guys over the last five years was excellent, and those alpha males were all pros now. I am currently carrying my tenth child, and I feel I am doing my part to restore our society.
Once again, a month after I left the center, I decided to return for my third five-year term. When this term is over, my equivalent age will be in my mid 30’s and my birthing days will probably be over. After that, I can pursue a career in journalism as I hope to obtain my Doctorate after my term here. But would I want to return here instead? Giving birth has become a way of life for me, and I enjoy living here.

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Almost five years have passed as I near the end of my third term here. As I am nearing the end of my child-carrying years, I wondered what life would be like when I retired from here and lived my life on the outside. I recently read a report that scientists could take a Transformed Female and have her undergo the process a second time. After a third tour here, my actual age will be 55, and as a Transformed Female, I will be approximately in my mid-30s. But the possibility of turning back the clock a second time to become a new 18-year old girl was tempting. Maybe my mom, now in her 70’s, would join me too, and we could transform together. By the time our tour is over, the first children will be in their 20’s, and men will be back in society again.

My name is Rachelle Chalmers, and I am a Transformed Female. I have found my purpose in life, and it is a noble one. My goal in life is to help restore our society by giving birth to multiple babies so humanity can turn around the long decline in world population levels. What could be nobler than that?

(Even if the sex was the best part.)