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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?

Someone keeping track of my ovulation cycle, buying me prenatal vitamins and demanding I take care of my body, that it's purely a vessel for their seed. Cumming in me every second they get, keeping me home so they can fuck me whenever they please. Stuffing me with a vibrator after they're done just to let my womb soak everything up

They'd make me take a pregnancy test every morning, saying "don't worry we'll fix this" if it came up negative, already getting hard thinking about what I'll look like with a swelling tummy. They'd tell me how pretty I'll be with their child stuffed in me as they bend me over the counter, plunging into my already wet pussy

I want them to send me photos of pregnant women and say "I won't stop until you look like this", forcing me to edge to the thought of being knocked up

your cock

your hands

• would you want me to birth your baby at home or in hospital?

•would you watch the baby coming out?

•would you allow me to use epidural or would you refuse it for me ?

• how long do you want me to crown your babys head?

•would you reach down and feel the baby as baby crowns?

• if baby is too big would you pull your baby out or would you make me push your baby out no matter how long it took?

Remember, this Mother's Day, there are thousands of ways to become a mother...

on your hands and knees wailing as the head comes out too fast and splits your slit all the way through your asshole

feet on the dash, shrieking as you crown into your leggings, begging your partner to pull over and pull it out before it rips you

biting down on a t-shirt to stifle your screams as you strain out a big one over the toilet bowl in the school locker room

flat on your back with your legs up in stirrups, hyperventilating and begging for God as they attach the vacuum and start pulling

puking from the pain as the doctor fists your transverse lie twin out through your fourth degree tears