[Futa4F] Ordering The “Complete Surrender” Package from The Breeding Service Is…A Choice.

“We do offer a wide variety of services, of course. For our more shy, reclusive clients, we have a bank of genetic samples to choose from. From there, you can use our IVF clinics and be on your way without so much as a secondary phone call. Of course, most of our clients prefer the “in person” packages, to ensure fertilization the old fashioned way. Costs vary on a client to client basis, alongside the possibility of repeated sessions. Not to mention if you want specific genetic outcomes, which requires our clients to choose from a pool of potential breeders. Additionally-”

“What is the “Complete Surrender” package?”

There was dead air on the phone for a solid thirty seconds. You could hear the crackling over the line. Why a top of the market breeding service was still using thirty year old landline phones was anyone’s guess, but one could surmise it had something to do with the their approach to secrecy and keeping their clientele’s information off any digital services.

“…I beg your pardon, ma’am?” The Clerk on the other end sounded puzzled.

“That’s what an acquaintance of mine who referred me to your service called it. I see her at the yacht club, and she had triplets after she ordered that package.”

More dead air, more crackling.

“Hm. That’s still not something I’m familiar with. I don’t suppose you happen to remember that client’s surname? I might be able to cross reference her file to better help you ordered your fertility treatment.”

There was another pause, something that sounded like a frustrated huff.

“I believe it was Bradford. Bella Bradford.”

“…please allow me a moment.” The Clerk clicked her tongue twice, before the sound of drawers being open and shut could be heard over the line.

“Bradford, Bradford…ah. Here it is. Bella Bradford…oh.”

“…oh?”

The Clerk clicked her tongue again.

“Mrs. Bradford ordered the Rosmerta package.”

“…okay? What’s the Rosmerta package?”

The Clerk sighed heavily, almost like you could see her run her hands through her hair over the phone.

“I can’t in good faith recommend the Rosmerta package, especially to a first time customer. Though I can see why Mrs. Bradford called it the Complete Surrender package.”

“What?! Why not?!”

The Clerk’s tone changed somewhat as she tried to pick her words carefully.

“The Rosmerta package is…for rather extreme cases. Confirmed complete infertility, extreme infidelity…or those with an extreme amount of wealth who can afford it. Most of the time the package is implemented at a reduced rate if multiple sessions have proven insufficient.”

There was a long pause over the call again.

“…I don’t understand. Why is it called the Complete Surrender package?”

Another sigh from the Clerk.

“It could be called that due to circumstances you’d fave from buying it. You would be surrendering yourself completely to the breeder, until she is sufficiently satisfied that you’re pregnant.”

“So-”

“And to clarify that point. I don’t mean that she won’t leave until you’re pregnant. I mean that you completely surrender yourself to her, including your ability to consent, until she’s satisfied. It won’t matter if you’re tired, if you’ve blacked out, or if your partner is on the other side of the door screaming bloody murder. If our breeder doesn’t allow it, you don’t have the ability to choose.”

Another, even longer silence.

“…I can see why Bella called it that.”

“Indeed. Pregnancy is 100% guaranteed…but at a cost.” The Clerk confirmed, letting off a sigh of relief. Usually that whole speech would-

“So what if I still want the Rosmerta package?”

-talk them out of it.

…shit.

“If you’re insistent upon the package…it comes with a hefty fee upfront, and a few stipulations.”

“…stipulations?”

“More-so, you’ll have to sign a few waivers, and an NDA that lasts a year. Mostly waiving us of any legal liability, any paternity suits, or the ability to sue the company as cause for divorce. Stuff like that.”

“..and the cost?”

The clacking of an antique keyboard could be heard over the phone.

“Sent a rough estimate to your email. Cost can fluctuate depending on time of year, location, among other things.”

A pause, and then a gasp.

“My GOD, you could buy a Ferrari with that sort of money!”

The Clerk giggled a bit,

“It’s more-so to cover the potential loss of an employee. Those who order The Rosmerta package tend to find that their breeder “matches their freak” as it were, and buy them out from us. The fee you see is to cover the cost of replacing one of our top breeders.”

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford. But I just didn’t imagine you’d cover for such things.”

“Accounting for such eventualities is how we’ve stayed in business since the Roaring Twenties, Ma’am. Now what package would you like to purchase from us?”

“…The Rosmerta, of course.”

At this point, the Clerk gave up. Too exasperated to care.

“Fine, fine. If you’re insistent, I’ll send over the paperwork as soon as possible. Sign it, have a lawyer notarize it, then send it back to us. Once we’ve received your down payment, someone else will be in contact with the list of dates and potential breeders. Do you have any other questions?”

“No, thank you. If there’s a follow up call, I’ll be sure to give you a good review.”

“Very well. Thank you for choosing our company, and congratulations in advance on your future bundles of joy.”

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Slightly different format from my usual writing, but the idea has been done hundreds of times. Futa breeders, fucking women pregnant. It’s been done to death, and I’m just beating the dead horse.

My twist?

…well. Get crazy with it. Go balls to the wall, over the top, hentai style shit that borderlines on silly. Hence the “complete surrender” option. And why there’s a John Wick-style company that serves to arrange breeding sessions for old money elites.

Don’t take it too seriously, honestly.

I’m obviously looking to play the potential breeder. How she looks…depends entirely on your tastes. But I always like a game of contrasts and the unexpected.

So if you want a black Amazon muscle mommy with a BBC and dick game that’ll make you wonder if the BWNO is real? We can do that, no problem.

But wouldn’t it be funny if one of the world’s top breeders, with a 97% impregnation rate, is a 5 foot nothing nerd that looks like she stepped out of an E-Girl convention?

Just. Food for thought. Those aren’t the only options, just something to fuel the mind.

As for your character. Rich, and a little baby crazy. And crazy in general. I do prefer older ladies tho. MILFs, GILFs, Cougars, and the like. So bonus point there. Or you can be a celebrity.

Regardless of setting and character lineup…well. It’s some no holds barred, ankles behind the head, folded in half and filled until you’re leaking cum style fucking. Everything else is up in the air.

…look. It was this or. Futa becoming some crazy rich Asian woman’s trophy wife. And not really getting a chance to say no to it. So my ideas are drying up.

If by chance you’re interested? Reach out. And not with “hey I’m interested” or “is this still open?”. Not gonna answer any comments either.

My prompts are always open. At least until I delete them.

If you do reach out? Tell me about your character! Why she’s so goddamn rich, and why she’s desperate for a Rosmerta. Limp-dick spouse, unfaithful spouse, a personal slight, biological clock ticking, etc. Anything works.

And that’s. Really it. Basic as shit. But I’m bored and trying to take a marvel rivals break.

Cheers!

All characters involved are adults