Breed Queen

Have you ever been told you were meant to be a mother? And did it secretly turn you on? Has anyone ever commented on how your wide hips are perfect for child bearing? Your ample chest would keep any baby well fed? That there was just something “motherly” about you? And deep down, you knew they were right? You could tell your body was the perfect machine to make and carry babies. That you were designed by hand to be bred and grow heavy and full with child?

Looking at yourself you can’t help but think you’re a bit of a fertility goddess. Hell, maybe you’re a whole lot of fertility goddess. Perfect and ready to be taken or claimed by a man. yearning to be bred. To be filled over and over again until you are sure his seed is growing in your belly. Thinking how sexy you would look with a big, heavy pregnant belly. Or how your breasts would look even more fantastic if they were swollen and full of milk. Your dark nipples beading milk for your unborn baby all over your shirts. Or maybe just enjoying the feeling of it running down your belly, warm and sweet, ready to be licked up. Thinking words like gravid and fecund sound like they are full of hot steamy sex.

Are these the thoughts that turn you on? Knowing that you deserve to be worshipped as full bodied pregnancy goddess? That the man who impregnates you should cherish and take care of you. To be ready to suckle on your aching tits, or to rub your swollen feet and ankles. And when your hormones are in control, he’s there to satisfy you in any way you want. Thinking how you deserve to be huge and heavy with a baby as he throbs inside you.