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She’s surprised when he kisses her after they bed down, but it feels thrilling and very grown-up so she lets him roll on top of her and tease her mouth with his tongue. She feels strange down in her tummy and between her legs, though she doesn’t pay it much mind until he starts squeezing her breast over her shirt.

She squeaks and squirms at how good it feels, how suddenly warm and slick it gets in her panties, but she knows it’s sinful for a boy to touch any of her girl parts. She was warned specifically, her mother whispering sternly, that her large breasts could be a stumbling block if she doesn’t cover them up. The t-shirt she’s wearing now is tight, one of her younger sister’s that she grabbed accidentally in her rush to escape. She needs to steer him away from the temptation of her womanly body in such a form-fitting garment!

“You’re not allowed to do that,” she tells him. He laughs, but lets go. Instead, he takes a handful of her jean skirt and starts pushing it up.

She tries to wriggle away, telling him this isn’t appropriate, boys aren’t supposed to see girls naked if they aren’t married. But he doesn’t listen, just runs his rough hand up her inner thigh and shoves callused fingers under her panties.

“No, you can’t touch my mommy parts!”

He groans a swear word at that, and pulls his- thingy out of his pants. She’s never seen a grown man’s before, didn’t know they got so big and swollen. And why is it standing up like that?! It looks scary. She’s barely had that thought when he starts to force it into the hot, pulsing hole between her legs.

“What’re you doing?!” she squeals. “Don’t pee in me!”

“Aw, sweet girl. I’m not gonna do that. I’m just gonna use my daddy part to make you a mommy.”

She starts to struggle. “I don’t wanna be a mommy!”

He shoves his hand up under her shirt and grips her tummy. “But you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby in you.”

“No! I don’t— ah!” Her whole body jerks as his hard daddy part goes deep into her, a painful, sparkling stretch that makes her want to squeeze her thighs together. “N-no, no, I don’t want a baby in my belly! Please stop!”

His stubbly face scrapes across her neck, and he swears again. He shoves her shirt up further, until his big hand pushes under her bra and squeezes her bare breast.

“Coming in here with these big tits, teasing me, you whore.” He pulls her breast roughly upward and dips his head, sucking her cold-hardened nipple into his mouth. She screams, writhing as he pounds into her, bites her- her tit, fills her body with all of these new feelings.

She whimpers, “Please, no, please…” until she doesn’t even remember she’s saying words, the pain inside her melting into something molten and slippery. Her struggling grows tired, perfunctory, hands limply falling on his shoulders as he bites her breast and rolls her nipple against his upper palette. He sucks it deep into is mouth, tongue massaging the underside as his hard daddy part jabs something inside her that makes her legs jerk and her throat spasm over naughty-sounding moans.

With an embarrassing pop, her tit drops from his mouth and bounces heavily on her chest, cold and shiny with his spit.

He groans. “Can’t wait to taste your milk, baby girl.” Her mommy parts spasm and clench. He laughs deeply, squeezing her tit in his hand. “Oh, you like that, huh? You greedy whore. You want these huge tits to get even bigger, huh?” He lets go— then slaps her breast!

The noise alone makes her yelp and jump, squeezing around his hardness. He moans, then slaps her again, grazing her nipple this time. Her flinch makes her a vice around him. Lifting up on one arm, he shoves her shirt over her head. She squeals, unable to see. Then crack, he slaps her across both of her big tits, and it feels so close and hot and damp to wail like this, with the shirt clinging to her lips. She doesn’t even think to lift her hands and free herself, just lies there and makes herself tight for him every time he hits her chest.

Soon she’s sobbing, cotton sticking to her cheeks, her poor breasts stinging and hot, nipples tender.

“Wh-why?” she croaks, and tastes her own snot. “What did I do?”

Crack, crack, crack, in quick succession, right on her poor nipple. Her mommy hole flutters and pulses.

“Already told you. Made me look at these massive tits, those doe eyes… how’s a man supposed to control himself around a slutty thing like you?”

He goes back to grabbing her breasts, squeezing and twisting them, making her whine. Pressure grows between her legs. She sucks in a desperate, shuddering breath, feeling like she’s suffocating in the damp air.

“Stop! Please stop, I think I’m gonna pee, stop—!!”

His mouth overwhelms her tit again. The hanging bits of his daddy parts slap her bottom, and the hard, cruel tip pushes against something inside her that makes everything light up at once, and suddenly she can’t control her body at all. Her spine whips and her mouth drops open and her neck cranes back and she wails as something burns inside her mommy parts, it’s so intense, it’s so good, it just keeps happening, it’s been going for so long, it’s too much, oh god, is it ever going to stop? What if it doesn’t— “Stop, stop, stop—!”

And then it ends. Her hips cease wriggling and all her joints fall loose, limbs pooling at her sides. What was that? She wants it to happen again. But now it’s extra painful and overwhelming as he slaps against her, his presence inside her crueler and clumsier than ever as her raw muscles pulse with her heart around him.

“What did you do to me?” she groans.

He pants in rhythm as he punches into her. “Made- you- cum,” he growls, puffing air between each word.

“Please take it out. It really hurts.”

He groans long and loud. “Yeah. Beg me, slut.”

“Please! Please, it hurts!”

“Yeah, keep—“

So she begs. And he moans. And then suddenly he stops, and she starts to feel very hot inside. She lies motionless, shirt still over her head, breath caught in her aching chest.

“…Yeah, fuck yeah,” he growls. “Shot my fucking bastard in your cunt. Knocked up your womb, you whore.”

Then he rolls off of her and almost immediately drifts to sleep.

—

She ran away while he slept. He assumed he would never see her again, never know whether his seed took. Then, six months later, returning to the very truck stop where he bred her, he sees her.

She waits in the diner at the stop, with a stretch-marked belly ripening pink between her low-slung sweatpants and a too-small t-shirt that strains over her tits, even bigger now than they were before, nipples casting clear shadows even across the room. When she sees him, she freezes. Makes sense.

He raped that baby into her, after all. It can’t feel good to see him again.

Yet, she gets up and comes towards him. As she nears, it’s clear she’s been crying. One of her hands lingers on her belly. His bastard.

“They kicked me out,” she says, voice wobbling. “They said I’ve been impure, that- that I’m—“

“A whore,” he says. He’s already getting hard.

Tears spill over her cheeks as she nods. “I just need somewhere to sleep,” she sobs. “And food, I’m- I’m so hungry. Just, food and a bed, and you can do whatever you want with me.”

His eyes roam her. Whatever he wants… He’ll get her a hotter hair cut, buy her some sexier clothes. Maybe he’ll have her nipples pierced, or her navel after this baby is born, before he puts the next one in her. He’s seen womb tattoos, too. That would suit her.

Yes, she’ll be the perfect breeding slut.