Susan had always wanted a big family. She told you as much on your first date. She said she wanted a man that would keep her knocked up and she refused any type of birth control. That night you slept together, not just because you were already falling for her, but because you wanted that too. She conceived that night.
Eighteen months later she was waddling down the aisle with twins in her belly. Your first set of twins in strollers next to you, barely 11 months old. The elastic on her wedding dress should have won awards she was so big. But, she wanted more.
You held off the honeymoon until she had delivered and was ready to conceive again. Both of you knew what was going to happen that weekend. Susan would leave the beach with your babies in her belly; neither of you expected how successful you would be.
To surprise you, Susan started taking fertility drugs daily. Unbeknownst to her however, you were putting it in her food, her lotions, all around her as well. By the time of your getaway, Susan was flooded with fertility treatments and was as fertile as she could be.
By the time you bedded her, Susan was drowning in eggs and fertility. She walked in the bedroom, you on the bed and her in a teddy, with her cheeks already flushed. She was dripping at just the sight of you. When she reached down and pulled out your enlarged member she started to moan uncontrollably. Her increased excitement could mean only one thing; she was getting super knocked up that night.
As your cock parted her lips, she quaked in orgasm. You continued to fuck her until your balls were full.
“Fuck me full!” she cried as she stared at you with her big green eyes. “Make me huge! Fill me with you babies! I want to carry a litter!”
With that, you unleashed a torrent of seed into her. You laid on top of her panting as rope after rope of potent seed went in to her hungry womb. You fell asleep beside her after placing a pillow under her hips. Both of you well aware that your load knocked her up.
For the next two weeks you barely left the hotel room. You both lounged around in barely any clothes taking every opportunity to breed her. When it was time to go home, you were both surprised and thrilled to find that her jeans wouldn’t button. She flew home next to you in sweatpants with the faintest hint of a belly already showing.
By six months along she could barely stand. She smiled happily as she showed off the nine babies you put in her that night. She huffed as she pulled her shirt up for her monthly pictures.
“Well, you did me good babe! Next month you’ll have to prop me up, I won’t be able to stand on my own in the next few days! I guess this is my fault though, I knew how potent you are and I had to beg you to make me huge. I’ll just have to get bigger pants for the next go around!”
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