What I like

Alana had never been interested in sperm one way or another, but now she was addicted. Up until about 8 months ago, she’d always considered it a byproduct of sex, something to be cleaned up afterwards, or to be protected from by condoms. Then she’d made the mistake of having a bit too much to drink on a night she was ovulating; her hormones had overruled her better judgement and she’d begged her boyfriend to go bareback. Even now she can vividly remember the feeling of those hot spurts filling her, and changing the course of her life forever.

Of course it was those same few ounces of sticky, white fluid that had gotten here where she was now: massively pregnant, with swollen milk-filled tits and a belly that preceded the rest of her whenever she entered a room. Her body had taken that thimble’s worth amount of semen and made it into a baby, and in that process had swollen and grown so much that Alana could hardly recognize herself anymore. Now she was swollen, tight, full, and most notably, constantly horny.

Now she was caught in a wonderfully awful feedback loop: her pregnancy hormones made her ravenous for cock. And the sight of that cock, which had so completely dominated her and taken away something as powerful as her control over her own body, was enough to make her flood with yet more hormones. These days all Alana wanted to do was to be covered in cum from all sides, to feel completely surrounded by both the seed she already carried inside her womb and also to have it cover the outside of her expanded form. Whether she realized it intellectually or not, Alana craved to submit to this incredible power that men could hold over women.

People think that bimbos are stupid. That's not necessarily true; some bimbos are women who have decided to allocate all of their precious brainpower to a few core activities: looking hot and getting fucked by hot guys (and the occasional hot girl). When most people think of a "bimbo", they imagine the woman in the middle photo, with the huge, fake tits, the impossibly toned stomach, the ludicrous tan and perfect makeup. But the bimbos themselves, they know that this body is just the middle step in their journey. They're well aware of what happens to hot girls when they have as much sex, and take as much cum, as they do. And they're excited about it, because it means they finally get to advance to part 3, being a Bred Bimbo.

Day by day, week by week, that tight little body starts to disappear. Most notably it's those abs that go away, replaced by a perfectly round bump that just looks increasingly sexy on her as it just gets bigger and bigger. But it's not just that, because Mother Nature starts chipping in everywhere, taking a body that was already seemingly at its peak thanks to surgery and dieting and pushing it to even an even higher level. Those thick thighs get even thicker and that hourglass shape gets even more accentuated as pregnancy grows that ass more than years in the gym ever could.

And then there are the titties: a good bimbo knows the value of getting implants that look way too big on her slender body, but when she's bred these already oversized knockers become the cartoonish size she's always craved but which no surgeon ever dared to give her. Thanks to all that saline they still sit high and perky and perfectly round and yet they have become so heavy and wobbly, constantly slapping against the bump now resting underneath. Men are drawn to them like magnets, desperate to squeeze, grope, and suck out the milk that is just starting to come in, which is perfect for the Bred Bimbo given that all these hormones are making her more desperate for cock than even she thought was possible.

If you call yourself a bimbo, or it's your dream to become one some day, then this is your destiny. Your full potential, and your greatest satisfaction, will come when you're at last in your 9-months pregnant body.

Sarah stood in the hallway as you came home from a two month trip.

“Hey baby! I told you I had some BIG news! Hehe. Well, my news is getting bigger by the day. It looks like someone’s going away gift decided to stick around.” Sarah spread her legs out as she stood- letting her belly settle lower on her hips.

“You said you’d give me a night to remember, and I sure can’t forget it! Look at these tits, they’re huge! I’m a E cup now and growing by the day. And this belly, just look at what you did to me!”

Sarah put a hand on her back and another to hold her growing belly. “Ooh, these 8 are really doing a number on me!” Her eyes flickered to your growing cock. “Someone seems happy with how well you bred me.”

“Eight..! I put eight babies inside you?!”

MOOO loud @germanlotta

This woman is none of those.

That said, if we lived in a world where there was magic, and putting on a cow print and horns automatically upgraded your figure to chubby and lactating, that would be different (more fun) story:

now, three months in, I’m starting to wonder if it was a good decision. My tits are still growing bigger everyday, and I can feel the brain fog starting to settle over my thinking. Like, I can still do everything I used to, it’s just way slower and takes so much more effort.

I’ve stopped driving because I couldn’t think about the cars and the accelerator, and the break and the indicators all at the same time.

I’ve gotten so horny, and Ben fucking loves it. Honestly, I can’t go a minute without thinking about his cock: either in my pussy, or pulsing in my mouth. It’s always on my mind.

I feel so thick, and there’s nothing I can do: my body just keeps wanting him. We’ve been fucking without a condom since last month. I know I’m pregnant. he knows too.

You were getting obsessed with how much milk your big, milky new breasts could spray. From those first few drops all those months ago to the dozens of ounces you can now produce in a single pumping session, the fact that it was your milk seemed to be becoming a point of pride for you. The more your breasts grew to accommodate your increased supply the more aroused you also grew, and the more desperate you were for me to constantly drink from them. And when I pointed out that this was a feedback loop that would only lead to more and more milk, more and more time spent pumping, and bigger and bigger bras, you just smiled and pulled my head to your eager nipple.