Demographic time bomb part one

At some point in the future, the government realises that there will be no young people left, so they take steps to boost fertility and child birth.

This may actually happen, I hope it does, we are not fucking enough, and we are not having enough children. Let me know what you think. [email protected]

45-year-old Siobhan Allen woke with a start early in the morning. She looked over to her husband, but he was fast asleep. She lay there for a few moments trying to understand what had woken her, but heard no noise in the house, before becoming aware of a feeling of dampness between her legs. She's a bit surprised by that as she had started menopause in her late 30s and didn't normally wake up damp between her legs

She reached down to rub between her legs, feeling that she was indeed wet, and then, to her shock, she lifted her fingers to examine what was on them and discovered blood. For a few moments, she was extraordinarily confused, and then simply smiled and said to herself, "It's working"

Siobhan had been involved in a secret medical project on behalf of the government. To their eternal credit, the government had realised that a demographic time bomb was ticking and that within 20 years the country would be nothing but old and middle-aged people and a tiny stub of young people born to those few young women who still wanted to get pregnant.

Siobhan had been tasked with several objectives. The first was for her to invent a compound that would reignite fertility among that part of womanhood that had already passed their childbearing years. Given the health trends at the time, these women were certainly healthy enough to bear our children; they just needed to be fertile.

The other challenge was that the government knew they could not go to the people with this proposition, as the feminists, lesbians and fags would all have lobbied hard against it. So Siobhan had promised them that she would come up with a compound that could be surreptitiously introduced into both drinking and bottled water to extend, and indeed awaken, the fertility in women beyond childbearing age.

Siobhan had suggested that they carry out this test in her village, as it consisted of only 400 people and, therefore, if it went wrong, it wouldn't be a disaster. A month ago, the government had started adding her compound to the water, and today the brilliance of what she had invented came to pass.

Siobhan jumped out of bed and went in and had a shower, delighted to see the blood running down her legs, momentarily, she wondered whether her inadequate husband would even notice her renewed rampant fertility. All would be revealed within the next two weeks. because the other aspect of her treatment is that she had tweaked the drug so that women would have two fertile periods each month, thereby maximising the chance of childbirth.

She went down to have breakfast, keen to get into her secret laboratory and celebrate with her staff. On the drive into the office, she was surprised to start receiving text messages from her church group. 8 women sent her a message, all of which were along the lines of "what the fuck? I'm having my period again".

Delighted with herself, she got to her lab and immediately started working on the second challenge, which was set by the government, which was to accelerate fertility in girls, which was something which was happening naturally, girls getting their period at a younger and younger age, but the government needed to move the needle quite aggressively. Siobhan already had promising results in the laboratory but she needed to test on an even smaller sample set.

Siobhan offered that once older women were fertile, she would volunteer her own family to test earlier fertility in girls. She had twin girls who were 14 years old, and honestly, she could not wait to see a bulging belly of pregnancy in them. That evening, she came home and mixed the powder into the girls' drinks, which they gulped down after coming in from their soccer practice. Siobhan knew they were perfect specimens to test on as they were both flat-chested and still very boyish in their physical shape.

If her drug was going to act the way she hoped, they should start filling out in a more feminine way, hips and budding breasts, and perhaps within a couple of months start their period.

One week later

Siobhan knew that one week after her renewed period, she was at peak fertility. What surprised her was the absolute desire she felt within herself to get pregnant as soon as possible. She had thought that perhaps the ache for pregnancy would not be as strong as when she was younger, but to be honest, it was far stronger. As a churchgoing woman, she had never looked at any man other than her husband, but now she knew she would have to.

Siobhan's husband
Ronan was a really kind, hard-working man who provided for his family. But Siobhan knew she had made a mistake when she married him, assuming that they could overcome his gross inadequacies sexually speaking. He had a tiny cock, and it was only after three months of fertility treatment that the twins were produced.

Siobhan actually had no sexual contact with her husband, and she knew he was an intense user of pornography; she had set up a camera in his study, where he worked all day and even late into the evenings and had seen that he had embraced pornography as his primary sexual outlet.

When she went away at weekends with the girls, he would spend all weekend at his office masturbating and even using sex toys in his ass. She had heard him having conversations with others, comparing notes on how they masturbated and then ate their own spunk. He had even recently started his own little masturbation group where they would all bounce up and down on their sex toys, playing with her little cocks.

Siobhan was now going to test the third challenge which the government had set for her. Whilst she had reassured him that increased fertility amongst the female population would certainly increase the birth rate, they were worried that as generations had gone by a significant part of manhood had turned to pornography and no longer engaged in actual real life sex. She was tasked with coming up with a universal aphrodisiac with both a slower and a much faster-acting version.

The idea had been that once fertility was proven, Siobhan could introduce this third compound and then everyone would sit back and watch and see what happened in her town. She was sure that society would just need this extra push to break down some of the social barriers so that sex and procreation became a much higher priority.

But Siobhan needed to get laid today, and had a plan which he had thought about for some time. Tom was a 20-year-old laboratory assistant who worked closely with Siobhan. She had chosen him herself, partly aware that at some point it wouldn't just be his scientific skills she would need in an assistant. Letting the government know that it is Tom she wanted to hire, they had investigated his sexual appetite and performance by questioning ex-girlfriends, all of whom attested to his significant cock and already generous spunk production.

Siobhan texted him at 6 am saying, "We have some intensive work to do today, and I think it's better if we do it offsite. Meet me at the Renaissance hotel, "

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but recognise the extra bloom in her skin, the shine in her eyes, and, as she checked out her body, she was sure her breasts had grown a cup size, spilling out of her 36 double D bra. Looking at herself, she opened an extra button so that her beautiful breasts were on display. She slipped into a short skirt she hadn't worn in maybe 10 years, which accentuated her hips and her beautiful legs.

Tom had been surprised to receive the text message, as they had never needed an away day with just the two of them before. But he was somewhat excited, he found Siobhan very attractive, but realised that if he had ever tried to initiate anything, he was at risk of being fired. Indeed even complementing a woman on her looks was about the worst thing one could do in the workplace.

When he went into the room in the Renaissance, Siobhan had already arrived. When Tom saw her, he paused for a moment, taking in the vision before him. He had never seen the top of her breasts befor,e though he obviously knew they were impressive in size. And that was definitely a shorter skirt than normal. After he had taken in the view, he berated himself; he knew he couldn't do anything or risk punishment from the industry.

"Welcome Tom, here's a cup of coffee for you. We've got a long day so make sure you drink up"
Tom knocked it back and then when she gave him a 2nd cup did the same again.

Siobhan observed him like she would observe an ape in the zoo, looking for signs of changed behaviour.

Within 15 minutes, Siobhan could see his cock lengthening in his trousers. She saw him staring at her, and unlike every time in the past, he did not look away. There was no doubting the sexual hunger in his eyes, and when Siobhan turned away, and she pretended to drop her pen and bend over, she knew he would be able to see her cunt as her miniskirt rode up her hips. This was a sexual come-on as old as humanity itself, the female displaying her sexual organs to a sexually excited male.

And then it happened, just as she was about to stand up, she felt Tom behind her, his hand on her hips, and then he rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. She stood with her back to him whilst he reached around and ripped her blouse, the remaining two buttons popping off. He pulled her bra down so that he could feel those magnificent tits, which he had obsessed over.

"Siobhan, I'm going to fuck you to within an inch of your life"

With that, he stepped back to unzip her skirt, and she kicked it off so that she was now standing just in her high heels and her sheer black tights. She felt him ripping her tights and then she could feel his red hot cock between her ass cheeks, he bent her over saying.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut that you are, Siobhan. I'm going to spunk into your Cunt".

By now, Siobhan's nipples were rock hard, and every fibre of her being wanted, no needed, to be fucked. She spread her legs a little and reached underneath to guide Tom's big cock into her cunt.

Wasting no time, she felt Tom's balls resting against her Cunt lips. It had been so long (since before marriage) that she had been so full of cock, and now she realised what her life had been missing.

Tom started to fuck her like any sex mad 20 year-old would fuck a hot, hot woman, hard and fast. He grabbed her beautiful breasts and tweaked her nipples, feeling them grow in his hand.

"Spunk inside me, Tom, I want your babies" Momentarily, Siobhan wondered how Tom would feel about having at least triplets, which gave her a special thrill. Now, as hard as Tom was fucking her, she was fucking his cock with her rampant cunt.

Even though he was 20, he didn't last long before flooding her fertile come with his spunk. As they both caught their breath, with Tom still hard inside her, she swore she could feel his sperm swimming to her eggs to fertilise them. But Tom wasn't finished.

Tom threw Siobhan in the bed and, standing at the end, pulled her towards him with her leg straddling his shoulders, giving him perfect access to her Cunt and his real target, her womb. An hour later, Tom had spunk inside. She volunteered three more times, without his cock leaving her Cunt. She was very pleased with the fact that he had remained rockhard through for intense ejaculation,s and the scientist in our wondered if that was the result of her pharmaceutical influence or if Tom was just a stud.

In order to thank Tom for the fucking she had given him and also for the babies she knew had already started to grow inside her, Siobhan made sure to compliment him by allowing him to spunk down her throat. She had argued with the government over this protocol; they had not wanted a teaspoonful of spunk to be wasted outside the womb, but she was much more aware of the needs of both the woman to thank her man, and also the man to exert his primacy over the woman by pushing his cock to the back of her throat and spunk.

Also Siobhan had a theory that to nurture the baby inside her, the best way of doing so would be to feed the baby it's daddies spunk.

After they finished, Siobhan filled Tom in on the rest of the afternoon. She had taken the risk of inviting her church group (eight women of a certain age around on the pretence of planning their daughters' first communion, and at the same time, she invited the local 16-year-old all-black basketball team, under the pretence of them celebrating winning the championship.

Right on time, the women arrived and assembled in Siobhan's large suite. Tom stayed out of the way, and all the women could talk about was the fact that they were having their periods again and wanted, no, needed to get fucked and have babies. Siobhan smiled when she saw that all had adjusted their more modest attire to display their feminine beauty. Tits were spilling out of blouses, lips bright red with lipstick to mimic their engorged cunt lips, and short skirts everywhere.

Not surprisingly, the basketball team arrived late. All of them were fine specimens of black manhood, none of them shorter than 6 feet, broad, handsome and after checking them all out, Siobhan confirmed to herself that all of them hung like donkeys. Siobhan momentarily thought about not even giving them the aphrodisiac because the reputation these guys had was that they would fuck anything that moved, but she didn't want any chances taken, so she gave them all a lemonade with her special concoction.

Not surprisingly, it acted even quicker than it had on Tom. And because the room was crackling with sexual energy and the wanton needs of the women, soon the guys were making it very clear what they wanted. When Emer, who is head of the sewing circle, sat on a chair, with her skirt hiked around her hips displaying her shaven Cunt, that kicked things off. Shawn, the team captain, simply walked over to her and told her.

"Suck my cock bitch. "

Emer wasted no time before she was gagging on his 8-inch cock, and within seconds, not one of the women or the boys was wearing a stitch of clothing. Seeing these fine upstanding white women full of black cock screaming out their need to be impregnated with black spunk and to have black babies drove everyone wild. Siobhan saw no harm in doubling her chances of childbirth, taking Shawn away from Emer after he had come in her three times. Lying him on the bed and impaling herself on his cock, riding him cowboy. He pinched her nipples hard and slapped her tits, and then, pulling her mouth down, kissed her roughly, telling her

"If the baby is black, it's mine".

The next part will discuss the development of Siobhan's twin girls and indeed all of the 14 year olds in the village.