LifeSim: Breeding Edition, Ch. 09

LifeSim: Breeding Expansion

by Fidget

Chapter 9

Kenneth fucked a few more joggers when he got home from work that afternoon. He didn’t mean to, but he felt so horny and impulsive once he entered the neighborhood that he just couldn’t help himself. It didn’t help matters that Becca’s command to turn all of the women in the neighborhood into jogging-obsessed baby-makers on legs had worked exactly as intended, ensuring a constant supply of fertile, easy-access pussies for Kenneth to enjoy whenever he left the house. So, Kenneth impregnated a handful of them without a second thought, sharing his orgasm between them once again, and spreading his genes even further around the neighborhood.

He was still riding his high when he got inside, savoring the satisfying empty feeling in his balls as he was greeted by his infatuated wife. In his current state he couldn’t help but appreciate the way Becca doted on him and catered to his every need, all while finding creative ways to serve up new pussy for him, to the point where even though Kenneth still felt guilty about what he had inadvertently done to her, he couldn’t deny that he was beginning to love being the center of his cute, knocked-up wifey’s world.

By the time dinner was over, however, that insidious craving to spread his wild oats had already started to reassert itself, and so when Becca asked him to go to the neighborhood co-op to get more diapers, Kenneth found himself incredibly tempted to say yes, even though he knew what a bad idea it was. But what kind of husband says no to his wife when she asks him to help take care of the baby?

Kenneth could even see the twinkle in Becca’s eye and the color in her cheeks as she asked him, knowing that her “spread the love” compulsion was what was really driving her request. All he had to do was just say “no”, not go to the co-op, stay here and force himself to fuck Becca again, and everything would be fine.

He knew that Becca would agree if he suggested it – her physical infatuation would never let her turn down sex with him, in spite of her compulsion to watch him fuck other women. Plus, even with his need to spread his seed, Kenneth was still human, and he knew that he would be much less likely to seek out other women if he spent himself inside Becca first. Still, thanks to the other half of his Wild Oats trait, the part that made sex with impregnated partners increasingly less satisfying, it was really hard for Kenneth to look forward to fucking Becca now that he’d already knocked her up.

“Come on, Kenneth,” Becca insisted, noticing his indecision and trying to get ahead of it. She needed Kenneth to leave the house, to go outside where there were so many attractive women for him to be tempted by. “We can’t both leave the house, and you’re going to make your pregnant wife go to the store for you?”

They hadn’t even fast-forwarded since the last time they fucked, so Becca couldn’t be more than a few days along in her pregnancy. Kenneth was fully aware what she was trying to do – now that she knew about his traits, she was overtly pointing out that she was already knocked up, and in doing so was purposefully activating the part of Kenneth’s id that now craved the feeling of cumming inside fresh, fertile pussy. Unfortunately for Kenneth, it was working. His need to fuck was pounding in his head now, and he knew that staying home and having sex with Becca wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as going to the store where any number of new hotties would be willing to let him plow and seed their seductively fertile fields.

“Fine,” he said in the end. “But just so you know, I’m only getting diapers.”

“Oh don’t be like that! You should treat yourself to a nice little snack while you’re there. Or a few nice little snacks.” She winked at him to make sure he knew exactly what she meant.

Kenneth told himself that he would do no such thing as he eagerly rushed out to the car, steeling himself to ignore the ever-present temptation of the joggers, but deep down he already knew that he was lying.

“Oh, and don’t forget baby powder!” Becca yelled after him as he slid behind the wheel, and then she ran to Kenneth’s office and sat down in front of his computer. She pulled up her skirt, getting even more aroused as she appreciated how sexy it was to have such an easy-access pussy, and settled in to slowly stroke herself while she waited to watch the fireworks explode on LifeSim.

Fortunately for Kenneth, this close to closing time the co-op was mostly empty. He didn’t know whether to thank or curse his lucky stars when he saw that it was a young man working the register instead of a dangerously breedable young woman, but either way he put his head down and walked straight to the diapers, simultaneously wanting and not wanting to see any women on the way.

As the co-op was only mostly empty, however, on the way back to the register Kenneth caught sight of wide hips and a plump, skirt-clad butt headed over toward the produce, and it suddenly occurred to him that they could probably use a bag of apples as well.

Once he reached the produce section himself and realized just how many different kinds of apples the small co-op stocked, Kenneth found himself putting a hand to his chin and loudly muttering “Hmmmmm…” as he tried to decide.

One aisle over in the potatoes, the curvy brunette housewife’s eyebrows suddenly shot up in surprise and involuntary interest, and a second later she noticed an accompanying spicy scent filling the air that made her feel almost giddy. Her plump nipples stiffened under her loose-fitting blouse as her body began to ready her for intercourse, and she continued to stand there, potatoes forgotten, allowing the enticing scent to ensnare her further as intermittent rumblings from the indecisive man’s throat reverberated through her crotch like a vibrator.

Just like every other woman did, she soon succumbed to Kenneth’s audiochemical onslaught and made her way a few feet over to the endcap, where she began hoisting cantaloupes in front of her buxom busom as she let out a few exaggerated feminine “hmm”s of her own.

Once she was sure she had his attention, she met his hungry gaze. “Excuse me, sir, do you happen to know how to tell when melons are ripe?” She cocked an eyebrow at him suggestively.

“I think you just need to give them a good squeeze,” Kenneth replied coolly. “Want me to show you how?”

“Oh god, yes please!” she gushed as the additional arousal from being directly addressed by that voice made her lose all composure in her sudden need to get fucked by its owner.

The woman shivered with anticipation as she felt the dumpy, balding accountant move behind her, his crotch nestling into the small of her back atop her thick, juicy ass. His hands wrapped around her sides, but instead of taking the melons from her hands, they roughly cupped the ripe melons hanging from her chest instead. She sighed as her knees went weak, and pressed her body back against his to show her eagerness for more.

“These feel pretty ripe to me,” Kenneth said. “But we’ll need to remove the rind to be sure.” His hands snaked under the woman’s loose blouse and up her sides, and the rapidly ripening milf found herself unconsciously bending forward as he did so, such that when Kenneth finally succeeded in pulled her bra up, it left the curvy woman’s breasts hanging low and heavy from her chest.

Kenneth felt his cock hardening in the shallow valley between the top of the milf’s asscheeks as he continued to grope her dangling teats from behind, and he bent forward after her as well, automatically following her torso down over the melons as their bodies prepared for penetration and insemination.

From all of the experience Kenneth had gained with a wide variety of women’s bodies over his past few weeks of non-stop sex, he could tell by the sag of the woman’s tits, her thickness of her swollen nipples, and the general feel of her soft figure against his that his new partner was already a mother.