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Never forget, it was you who asked me for this. I wanted to wait after having our first baby, to give your body a chance to recover and for us to actually figure out how to be parents. But you said you couldn’t live with waiting a minute longer. You said that the last 9 months had been the most wonderful, fulfilling part of your entire life, that it was a positively addicting sensation to be growing life inside of you. Now that it was over, the thought of waiting another year to experience the feeling of waking up every morning in a body that is slightly bigger and heavier was too much too bear.

So I gave you what you wanted; what you needed. As hard as it is, try and keep that in mind now that you’re 6 months in and are the size you were at 9 months the first time around, and now that your breasts are so full of milk for two mouths that you’ve broken through all of the expensive new nursing bras that you just bought. And of course, you and you are alone are responsible for the storm of hormones raging through you that have begging for cock a half dozen times a day.

With all this, I’m going to have to be the mature, responsible one and think deeply about if we’re going to try for Baby #3. Luckily for you, I happen to like you more when you’re huge, knocked up, milky, and desperately horny.