Fugo Protection Squad

He’ll be the only one for me, the only person I will see for the rest of my life that isn’t a child that I will bear him. This will hurt me, I will scream and yell and he won’t heed any sounds I make that aren’t those of pleasure, praise or love. Jonathan knows that my body won’t be able to handle the strain of one pregnancy after another, but he wants so very many children, he wants a great brood of children, to be the progenitor of hundreds and thousands. I’m not good enough for that, so 2

he’ll change me according to his desires. With great pain, many surgical procedures and my cries of suffering, he would somehow implant functioning labias, vaginas and wombs all over my body. He’d place them on my arms, hands, legs, any body part you can think of. Maybe even somewhere on my head as well, but he wouldn’t be so cruel as to put one in my throat to cut off my breathing if he impregnated it. Jonathan cannot have me leave, as the womb implantations are permanent and impossible to 3

remove, I wouldn’t be able to survive without being filled with his young, since the blood loss from menstruation from all the wombs would kill me. He can’t risk me moving either, since it might hurt me or some of the children, so he would give me breasts as large as my body, making them swell to massive proportions, to be big enough to prevent all movement or struggle. Of course, he’d place some wombs on there as well, he wants as many children as he can milk from my small weak, body. There’s 4

no way he’d be able to get all of my holes pregnant with his small cock, he’d die of exhaustion before he filled even half of my wombs with his cum. So he’d perform some modifications on himself as well, to keep up with me. After extensive surgery, he would have multiple cocks, at least 12 of them, all of them at least a foot long, he has two sets of soccer-ball sized testicles to keep up with all the semen he has to put out. Then he’d fuck me, long, hard and rough, even when I’m begging him to 5

stop, he’d keep going, filling each and every one of my holes with his fertile cum. After months and months of being swollen and huge with his children, I would give birth to all of his children, it would be painful. It would hurt. I would pass out, and he would smile as I writhe in agony. When I wake up, Jonathan would have performed more procedures on my body, giving my breasts more nipples for my children to suckle on and increasing my milk production to feed all the children. The tens of children 6

I have given birth to would then feed on me, my body would nourish them. Jonathan might even try some of my milk, saying that I taste delicious and amazingly rich. At this point, I would be scared out of my mind, I would be crying and screaming, saying that he ruined my life, that he forced me to have his children, that I wanted to die. He would kiss me softly, saying that it’s alright, before leaving to let me recover from the birth for a few days. With my limited mobility and giant breasts, 7

I would try to escape but Jonathan would catch me. He wouldn’t even be mad, he’d just see it as me trying to exploit my last shreds of sanity. He would drag me back to our children, as I struggle and cry out for help, even though I know that there’s nobody out there. Jonathan would cut off all of my limbs. He doesn’t care about losing any of the wombs he’s carefully placed on there, he can always put more on me. To ensure that I definitely can’t move, he’d enlarge my breasts even more, to be 8

absolutely humongous. No matter what I do, the weight of them would make any and all movement impossible. In order to make sure that I wouldn’t say anything or yell or scream or be unhappy, he would change my mind. Literally. He’d slip modified centipedes into my ear and have them chew out the parts of my brain that I don’t need anymore. My frontal, temporal and parietal lobes would be eaten away, along with my amygdala. I would lapse into a dull state of existence, completely numb and feeling 9

nothing. I would be listless and in a state of limbo for the rest of my days, my mind drifting about as Jonathan continues to impregnate me. This cycle of birth and love would continue on and on, until we have about a hundred children. They wouldn’t be able to suck on my breasts anymore, despite their size and the amount of milk that I produce, it wouldn’t be enough for their hungering, gaping maws. Jonathan would get to work again, modifying my body even further, the last thing that he would 10

do to me. He would change my shit and piss into food and drink for my children. My piss would become a sweet golden nectar and my shit would become a savoury brown dough for them. Jonathan might consume some as well, the taste would be divine. And the cycle would continue once more, with Jonathan filling me up with his young and me birthing them. Some of the young boys that I have borne will want to participate as well. It makes sense of course, they’re growing up and their hormones are acting 11

up. So Jonathan would allow them to fuck me, letting them commit incest with my warm and accepting pussies. And I’d give birth to the children of my children. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I would’ve known that this was wrong, that this shouldn’t happen, that this incestuous love was a heinous and disgusting act. But I love my children, my lover and everything that I bear. Eventually, my body wouldn’t be able to bear all of this, and I would succumb to death. But whatever happens, one day 12

Jonathan will be fucking me and realize that the same warmth and comfort that I used to provide to his dicks would be gone. That I was cold and empty. He wouldn’t mind of course, he’d love me all the same and he would love me forever and ever. He would never want me to leave. He and all his children would fuck my lifeless corpse, in a ravenous orgy of passion and filth. Then my body would rot. I would smell amazing, appetizing even. I would be eaten by Jonathan and his children and I would be 13