The Art of Breeding

The idea of holding me down and forcing yourself into me, filling me up with load after load of cum and pining me so that I hold it all in. Let it fill up the deepest part of me. You reaching in where even I cannot.

Part of you taking root in me, changing me at a cellular level. My body becoming something accommodate you, to serve this part of you you left in me. Still inside, even after you pull out, whether you keep me to use again or move on without another thought. You are still raping me, every moment of every day as my body swells to accommodate you, you are deep inside me. I can't hide it, everyone can see what you are doing to me.

The clothes I wear, the food I eat, how I spend my time and what I think about are all raped by you.

He then invaded your womb likely against your little will and pounded you, fighting your body from the inside, while you lay there and just take it.

Then he shoves himself down deep and unloads himself, claiming you despite your pathetic protest. And now, your body goes through a change.

Your breasts swell and grow large and heavy, your belly grows, your hips widen. And worst, even your brain changes completely.

There is no deeper defeat than this. And pathetic cunts rate themselves on how many times they’ve had this defeat.

just imagine it: on my back, legs spread for someone, maybe even in a mating press with my legs pinned against my chest. whether i want them in my pussy or not is irrelevant, because even if i fight and kick and scream, i'm not strong enough to get away. they penetrate me with their cock and my pussy takes it, just like she was made to.

i was literally built to do this, to be penetrated, and even if i did want it, i have no say in what happens now. they could cum inside me and there's nothing i can do to stop it. they could get me pregnant on complete accident, but is it really even an accident at this point? or was my fate sealed the second they pressed inside me?