breeding.

Big brother that promises not to push inside but that's a big lie. Spends like 5 minutes grinding his cock between my folds before he's pushing inside me.

Big brother that apologizes for stretching me out so suddenly but doesn't stop.

Big brother that enjoys how I tell him he's too big. How I push on his lower stomach and try to cover my poor cunnie.

That's the thing about an IUD, isn't it? It's promoted as a form of birth control that you can't forget, that you can't mess up, and that can't be interfered with or taken away from you.

But... that last part isn't exactly true. It's only that it can't be casually or subtly taken away from you. If a man really wants you pregnant - if he's willing to get you pregnant while you're in a haze of fear and pain - it won't keep you safe.

That's true of a lot of things, really. Locks might dissuade a casual burglary, but it's not hard to learn how to pick them. Risks and consequences can turn away those who want something a little, but won't deter the truly dedicated.

There's a real purity to it. I can show her off to a dozen strangers, and the only things that they'll know about her is that she's starting to change, and that it was my decision. The first time she's seen as a pregnant woman - when people let their eyes linger on her belly, and understand - they don't see her as a happy little mother-to-be: they see her as my bred bitch.

I won't let anyone else fuck her; I'm too possessive for that. But I'll let them run their hands over her bare belly, and tell them how far along she is. When I fuck her, afterwards - on her hands and knees, in front of all of them - I want them to be thinking about how much more she has to grow.

If she doesn't come for me, I'll fill her with my cum and tell her that one of us was going to get off, and really it's her fault if she gets knocked up.

I know why you thought so, of course. You would've had to have been much further gone to miss the predatory gleam in my eye when I smiled at you. And even if you weren't used to going home with men like me - or going home with men at all - you couldn't have been too naive to think you knew what I wanted from you.

But you were wrong.

It's not all different. You're still splayed out underneath me, bare and vulnerable - but I'm still clothed, with a hungry smile, and a heavy syringe in my hand.

I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to hold you down and fill you with my cum until you overflow with it. I'm going to let you exhaust yourself struggling against me, while every drop sinks deeper into you.

Girls, though? What happens to girls is so much better.

Ovulation makes girls needy, true; there are plenty of babies born of "bad decisions" made while ovulating. But a girl doesn't need to be ovulating to get put into that state. It's so common for a girl to be utterly terrified of pregnancy when she's being "sensible", but turn into a desperate breeding bitch as soon as she starts getting wet.

That's what I'd exploit, if I took you.

I'd keep you on edge, constantly turned on but never able to come, for days and days and days before I even fucked you. Maybe with a vibrator I controlled, tucked inside a chastity belt.

And then, when I knew you were ovulating, I'd finally rape you. I'd remind you over and over again what was going to happen when I came in you, just to feel you involuntarily squeezing my bare cock in response.

I'd let you come just the once, with a fresh load of my cum in your fertile pussy - and then I'd lock you up again, and put you back on the edge. For months.

I'd keep you in that state - of desperately needing to be the knocked-up whore I'd made of you - until you were well and truly transformed, more belly than girl.

And then I'd stop. I'd stop giving you any pleasure at all, and let you become your old self again. Just so that I could watch you truly realize for the first time what I'd done to you, and what you'd become for me.

And I'd take the chastity belt off - so that you could forget. So that you could edge yourself until you wanted it again.

So that you could transform yourself from a sad little rape victim into an eager little babymaker.

Because I'm not even going to pull out once I'm done. Once you've felt me push deep and pulse inside you - once you're helplessly full of my hot cum - I'm going to stay inside. Just proving the point. Grinding the head of my cock against your cervix and making sure that you feel every inch of me still invading you, even as my seed seeks your womb.