The Art of Breeding

It's cruel, isn't it? To have your identity so divorced from your biology. To know that no matter who you want, it doesn't change what you need.

Maybe you're the toughest, most man-hating butch in public - or a sweet little femme who's constantly telling boys they have no chance. But when your body's ready to release an egg, it reminds you that being a woman means you need a man. It tells you that no amount of fingers or tongues or straps will fix that aching emptiness inside of you. It makes you crave a real, warm, hard cock - filling up your pussy the way it was meant to be filled, and pumping seed into your womb.

And if you ever, ever give in, it'll change everything. Because you could have the most passionate lesbian love affair ever known, and emerge from it with nothing but memories. But if you fuck a man once - if even a drop of cum makes its way into your womb at the right time - you'll swell and birth and give milk, and be a mother forever.