Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!
Chapter 135: The Reluctant Milk Man

Chapter 135: The Reluctant Milk Man

Tuesday morning found young Chas walking into the construction warehouse with a basket in each hand and strapped to his chest underneath his shirt was baby Xavier. Donnie came waddling in as usual and all the guys made comments about him and his size.

Roger gave him especially hard time. "Keep on, you’re going to blow out that kid walking in here one morning. It’s a good thing that someone to help lift the heavy baskets even though he’s a little on the small side."

"Yeah Roger, he may be a little shorter. I’m not that tall myself, but he can make up for it in what he’s able to do," Donnie replied.

"Yes, Donnie, he could make up for it. Sweet thing sure could. A little time in the back-stock room and he could definitely make up for it," Roger said with a grin.

Chas wasn’t letting this opportunity pass him by. "From the looks of it, you have already got everybody wore out from getting poked in the vent in the back stock-room."

"That’s what you think, young man. Believe me, you would definitely be walking different if I had you back there bent over some pallets," Roger shot back.

"Yeah, because my prong would be sore from your wore out sloppy vent. You do know they make a procedure where they can tighten you back up after you’ve had too many ran through your vent over the years," Chas retorted.

José started to laugh. "Roger, give it up. The boy has done beaten you. You get nothing by him that he’s not going to have a better comeback and put you even lower."

"Yeah, about as low as he was this morning with his kneepads on while choking on a big fat juicy prong," Roger fired back.

"Roger, he’s got you. Just accept defeat because the young man has you," José chuckled.

Roger didn’t want to admit it, but Chas had already won the argument and he was just making himself look worse. Roger went to shake Chas’s hand when he noticed something moved up under his shirt on his chest.

"What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to Chas’s chest.

Chas reached down and unbuttoned his shirt, pulled the flap back to the carrier exposing young Xavier who was just stretching. "It’s my son. He’s sleeping and you’re disturbing him with all your garbage."

"Holy shit, it is a baby! How old is he, young man?" Roger exclaimed.

"He was born Friday, Sir, and he’s my son. His name is Xavier," Chas responded.

Roger reached toward the baby and pushed the carrier flap back to expose Xavier. Suddenly there were several other Genmen gathered around to admire the young man and his child.

"Aren’t you a little bit young to be working and taking care of a baby?" Roger asked.

"Yes, Sir, I am, but that’s the reason I’m here with my dad helping him so he can keep an eye on both of us and I can learn how to take care of myself and my child in a real-world situation. Mr. Zack thought it would be good for me," Chas explained.

"And where is the father to this child?" Roger inquired.

"That, Sir, is a million-dollar question. I don’t have any idea who impregnated me. It was done under the corporate breeding program, Sir, as was I," Chas replied matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean you were done under a corporate breeding program like your child?" Roger pressed.

"When we turned 16, Sir, our bodies are pumped full of Genconmide and we start our cycle, then we are bred. They do this in a succession of three times, then we go through transition and we are culled out of the impregnation program. Some go to the breeding program as breeders, others we don’t know what happened to them. This was my first birth as I was my dad’s first birth, thanks to Lex and his cross DNA matching. It matched me and my dad up," Chas explained.

Roger thought about it for a minute. "You’re telling me that they start breeding Genmen at 16 now?"

Donnie stepped up. "Yes, Roger, and it’s been going on for a while in the underground breeding programs of your corporate ranches. The raids that were done and all the new inductees here at the ranch came from corporate programs. There are 2,198 young men between 16 and 18 who are pregnant with children in the dorms. They need sponsors to help them assimilate into a world that they’ve never known. There are 269 young men who were reserved as breeding tops to service the younger set of adolescent Genmen who were just coming into their own at 16."

He continued, "Until recently I had no idea who I was or what had happened to me. I thought when I was impregnated with the child that I am expecting now that this was my first, only to find out that it’s my fourth. The first three were born under the corporate breeding program and Chas is my oldest. He’s 16 years and 10 months old by human years. I’m going to turn 23 soon. They treated us like a commodity, to remove our nectar and to produce more offspring, building a herd of Genmen."

"But Donnie, what about your other two kids? Where are they?" Roger asked.

"Lex is testing as fast as he can possibly test, trying to locate and match up parents with their children. But I can tell you for sure that a lot of these breeders that had been conditioned to impregnate anything that goes in front of them don’t care about children they might have had in the past. And to tell you the truth, if I wasn’t pregnant right now, I probably wouldn’t have thought two words about it either. I would’ve walked away from Chas, because I would’ve felt nothing," Donnie admitted.

"But if you really want to help, Roger, the young boys from the dorms who are expecting children of their own are terrified. They have no life skills, they don’t know what to do. They were told that they were swollen due to the virus, only to find out that there is no virus growing inside of them—it’s a child. They need sponsors and host families who can take them for the weekend or a few days to show them what life in the Genmen world or even the human world is outside of their sterile environment that they’ve been conditioned from birth to react to," Donnie explained.

"I’m a single male. I have no children, and I have no mate, but I do have a two-bedroom cottage at this time by myself since I have no roommate and I can take one or two in, and do the big brother style program. I just need to know where to sign up. I didn’t realize that this was such a drastic need," Roger offered.

Zack stepped forward. "That’s a start, Roger. We’re going to need a lot of people who are going to need visitors to the dorms to get to know the boys, to see the boys in their reserve environment, then take them out for the weekend or even day trips to their homes or to the Meadows and show them how to interact with people. If you want to sponsor one of the young men in your home, it can be arranged, but remember they come with excess baggage, not only mental but a physical one that will soon arrive. We’ll have a questionnaire drawn up and a volunteer list made up for every workstation in every division for people that want to sponsor."

Donnie thanked everybody for their help with the boys and hoped that they enjoyed their breakfast this morning because it was prepared solely by Chas.

José slapped Roger on the shoulder. "All that and he can cook too. You better put your marker on him, before someone else does. That just might be your future standing right there."

Chas turned around and smiled. "Sorry boys, but this station is closed until I’m 21 and I’m fully trained to help my dad run his restaurant. Then I might be ready for a good bitch, if he’s willing to bend over."

This brought a round of laughter from everyone, but it caused Roger to blush bright red.

Donnie could foresee that there was a connection between Roger and his son and he would have to keep an eye on the two of them. He wasn’t worried about Chas getting pregnant, but Roger on the other hand, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t swell up.

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Over the next few weeks, it got to be a routine. Donnie and Chas stopped by the warehouse and brought breakfast for the workers, trying out new recipes every day. One morning they were running a little late because Xavier was being a sleepyhead and Chas just tucked him in his carrier and went to work. By the time they got to the warehouse, someone was a little fussy because he was hungry. He started nursing on Chas but it didn’t satisfy him.

And as usual, Roger came by to check on the tyke and his dad. "Chas, the baby’s fussy today. What’s wrong?"

"He was sleepy and didn’t get up in time for breakfast, so dad hasn’t fed him yet," Chas explained.

"Let me take him and hold him. Maybe he won’t be so fussy," Roger offered. Chas handed him off to Roger and got him buckled in. Roger stood there rocking him, but Xavier wasn’t having none of that. He could smell the rich nectar contained in Roger’s glands since he didn’t pump this morning.

Donnie broke loose from serving and walked over to Roger. "If you’re going to take care of him, take care of him right. Here, let me unbutton your shirt. He’s hungry and looks like you got plenty of nectar." Before Roger could say anything that he had never nursed anything off of his glands, Xavier latched onto one of his nipples, causing him to jump.

"Damn, Roger, you must be very rich. He is going after it," Donnie remarked.

"It hurts just a little bit. I’ve never had anyone nurse off me before, but he has got a suction," Roger admitted.

"Yeah, Xavier knows quality over quantity and looks like you’ve got both today. Now before he drains that one dry and bruises it, be sure to switch to the other side and he’ll be fine." Donnie turned around and went back to serving.

It didn’t take long before Roger was switching sides with Xavier.

José sat down. "Looks like you’re on nectar bar duty. It’s okay, you’ll do fine, but this little guy’s going to want you every time he sees you now."