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"I'll NEVER get pregnant. Men are trash. I have too much self respect to let one impregnate me."

"I'm ovulating and my pussy craves to be filled by a cock and creampied. But I don't actually want a man to fuck me raw! It's a natural biological response that doesn't mean anything."

"I hooked up with a misogynist who believes that women should stay home to cook, clean and breed (ew men). He ignored every plea to wear a condom but the sex was so good and he's good looking. I'll get on birth control."

"He makes me beg him to put a baby in me and it turns me on so much. I don't actually want to have his baby. It's just a kink."

"He's demanding me to get off birth control. I'm not ready to have a baby but the risk triggers my breeding kink. I told him I'll stop birth control but he must pull out on unsafe days."

"I'm ovulating and he never pulled out once. I don't mind anymore. If it happens it happens."

"I'm pregnant! Somehow it feels right, as if this is my destiny."

He raises his eyebrows and smiles at her… and that’s when her expression melts away and she bites her lower lip and slightly grins, giddy with anticipation.

The first outfit was a one piece but only being able to slap my gock against her fat tits was simply unacceptable for her! My balls would get sooo pent up and her throat couldn't handle all that abuse~

She switched to a bikini. Alot better at helping her present as jerk off material but the bottom piece was so small that it gave pretty easy access for me to breed her with my bitchbreaker but she got so made when my thick load started seeping out the sides that she just HAD to change :3c

So we have a nice compromise! A nice pair of booty shorts with a thong to keep the multiple loads of spunk I pump into her soaking wet cunt and a cute bikini top that lets her give me a pillowy titjob when her other holes get sore ^×^

To force them to show their pretty pussies to the cashiers whenever they want to buy alcohol or cigarettes - everyone waiting in the lane would see it too, of course, it's not like they have time to take you to the backstage for privacy. It's not like you deserve privacy anyway.

To force them to present themselves on the airport every time they're flying, to force them to be inspected by the security every time - we have to ensure you're really who you're saying you are, after all, it's about safety. So we have to measure your clit size - see if it's indeed one inch long as it says in your passport. Check if you're not smuggling anything inside your hole.

To force them to have monthly appointments at the city hall so it can be checked if all the information provided are still up to date. Every time you have to shave completely so nothing obscures the view - it's encouraged you get it permanently removed with a laser, though. If you're not shaved, they'd forcibly shave you bald right there, making sure it's up to standards, streaming it on the jumbotron outside of the building. Your clit has to measured while soft and hard so it's always easy to confirm if it's you and if you're turned on during any control - so they'd tease you until they're satisfied with the results. That would be streamed too, of course. Then they would finally take the photos - of you standing, squatting, holding your cunt open.

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?

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?

My bulge starts to become noticable through my leggings so now I have my personal gym bestie crotched in the toilet gulping down my fat load of spunk so I can continue my workout <3

Squats for the pup were so annoying so we modified the workout! Now the pup just bounces on my fat bitchbreaker until I spurt a thick load of baby batter straight into their womb... then we start the next set ^×^

Kinda weird.

Kinda hard to make it out but did you used to have a different class as well? I vaguely remember you being like a mage or a mystic or maybe a healer or something but that can't be right. You've been my personal Load Bearer this whole time haven't you?

when we met i was a mage, not particularly gifted or experienced but i was eager to do my best. you invited me to your party and saw something in me that no one else did - a talent for a different kind of "magic". it started slow, with you encouraging me to exaggerate my spell casting theatrics more. i was awkward at first, but pushing my chest out and bending my hips made the spells feel better. all the effort i was expending on hitting the poses you taught me was causing me to be clumsy and lose track of my position in battle though. so to keep me out of danger we agreed i'd focus on healing magic until i learnt my new techniques thoroughly.

in my new position i could hang out behind you, out of harms way, and clean you up after the fight had been won. i'd lay my soft hands on your wounds, close my eyes, stick my chest out and the magic would flow through me. i'd savor the moments of my hands on your skin, thankful that i could repay you for all you've taught me and for how you've kept me safe. my level had gone up considerably since i joined you. i owed you everything.

you told me we should take things a step further. you knew a type of magic that was even more potent, that built upon what i had learnt thus far, but warned me it could be dangerous. of course, i didn't mind. i wanted to do anything i could to repay you. and so you taught me. the newest spell in my arsenal required me to bend at my hips, my butt raised high in the air. i'd focus my mana on my womb while you'd lift up my skirt and pull down my panties. you'd insert yourself in my wet slit, drawing your length in and out, coating it in my mana. afterwards, you'd do battle with a fervor i had never seen before. finally, i felt like i had found my calling.

we practiced my new magic every night, experimenting with each aspect. we learnt that if i drew a magic circle on my womb it would make the spell stronger. i'd squeeze and tighten myself around you. you'd grip my hips and thrust into my mana soaked cunt faster and faster, the rest of the world fading into the background, focused only on the blissful feeling of using my body to make yourself stronger. i'd offer myself up for as long as it took for you to be satisfied.

"What the?" Georgia muttered as she quickly picked up the letter.

Dearest Georgia,

I understand if you think that all I have left you is worthless. But trust in your godmother. Each garment and article of clothing has a potent spell woven into the fabric. They will transform you and your life all you have to do is wear them for twenty-four hours.

Yours eternally

Sybil

The letter left Georgia confused and curious in equal measure. "Magic can't be real... but Sybil was the biggest woman I've ever known..." Georgia mused aloud as she looked down at her tiny bee-stings before turning her gaze back to the massive silk blouse stretching across her couch.

The moment she slipped into the top, Georgia felt a strange warmth wash over her. It wasn't like anything she ever felt before and seemed to settle deep within her body. "Well... T-this is certainly weird." Georgia muttered to herself as she swayed in the oversized garment. "But... if Sybil said to wait twenty-four hours, I'll wait twenty-four hours."

The warmth within grew as the days passed, making it harder for Georgia to focus on anything as she rested on her bed as her mind grew foggy. Before long, Georgia instinctively reached up and massaged her chest, whimpering at how tender and sensitive they felt as the heat within her surged, and she fell into a deep trance.

By the time she woke up, the sun was rising, but she could only see the echo of the morning sunlight around the edges of her massive bust. "I... wha-how!?" Georgia gasped out as she threw herself out of bed. She wobbled a bit as she got used to her new body. "Holy shit! Sybil was right! The clothes are magic!!!" Georgia's tiredness leaving her as enthusiasm and excitement filled her mind. "The top still hangs off me, but just one night turned my A Cups to D Cups. I can't imagine just how big I'll become by the time I fill out this blouse!"

A soft smirk danced on Georgia's lips as she swayed back and forth in front of a mirror, ass bouncing and jiggling with every twist as she recorded her latest growth. "Fuck! Sybil was ON to something! My girls are bigger than my head and nnnnnfff~ they're so, so sensitive!" Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave a tender squeeze to her massive melon. "I... I think Im addicted! I should be happy, I've got a perfect pair of EE cup breasts and a fat ass, and I get to enjoy every hungry, lingering gaze of every guy I pass on the street."