Hyper Slimegirl Cumflation 🤍🔞

She's been begging to breed and I just cant help it anymore, I cant help but imagine how I could change her small petite body

Listen, I don't want to be the one to break it to you, but if she's specifically begging to be bred, then it's likely that you've already changed her. Maybe not physically, not yet, but being in close proximity to her has already rewired her brain to beg for what you've got.

What you're experiencing is a lesser known side effect of those kinds of trials. Most people focus on the sheer volume of cum their producing, which is understandable, but it's not just making you cum more. The drug is making your cum more potent, more virile. You probably haven't noticed it since your hormones don't respond to it, but your cum is pumping out pheromones by the barrel-full. That wastebasket in your room that's packed to the brim with bloated condoms and yellowed tissues is sending out a constant signal that you are more than capable of filling a woman's body and making your seed take root.

Your girlfriend might not even realize that's what she's been smelling; all she knows is that you smell good—you smell really good. If you were to go into her room, I wouldn't be surprised if you found one of your pairs of boxers tucked under her pillow, her vibrator and other toys easily within arm's reach. She needs you. She needs your cum. As the trial progresses, she'll become more and more desperate, driven further into her heat as her body demands to be fucked and filled and bred and, if you don't give it to her, she'll be forced to take it.

The pregnancy will be transformative for her. With the potency of your cum pushed through the roof combining with the heat you've forced her into, we're talking quadruplets, minimum. Over nine months, you'll watch her body change not too differently from how yours has. Her hips will widen, giving her padded ass and thickened thighs the perfect sway to announce that she is made for motherhood. Her tits will swell and engorge, surging through cup sizes beyond her wildest dreams, quickly filling with milk that she'll spend hours each day just trying to empty, pumps sucking on those swollen, leaking teats. Her belly will grow slowly, at first, but as the months go by, it'll push outward more and more until it completely dominates her figure, sticking out of every shirt she owns and entering a room moments before the rest of her catches up. It'll seem like a miracle that she can walk at all and, as the end nears, she might not be able to, simply beached under the heft of her swollen, gravid body.

Oh, you might not be pregnant, but you will be.

Just look at yourself. Look down at that domed gut as it rises from your middle and rests in your lap. Look at your colossal, heavy tits and feel how they slope off to the sides, leaving your belly to poke out between them. Look at the fat that clings to every inch of your body, not just your tits and your belly but your hips and your ass and your thighs, your arms and your chin and your cheeks. Every inch of your round, soft, heavy body advertises to the world that you're almost painfully fertile.

You're the living embodiment of femininity and fertility, carrying around the kind of body that, a hundred centuries ago, would be carved into stone and worshipped as a goddess. Every wobble that ripples through your figure just cements your place in the ancient, primal pantheon from a time immemorial when the only urge, above all else, was survival of the species.

And the eating is just proof of how ready you are to be pregnant. When you finally do get knocked up, you're going to need to eat. You're growing a baby inside you, after all! And then you're going to need to feed it, your already gargantuan breasts swelling even larger as they engorge with milk, and that'll require even more food. You're already eating so much, making yourself huge, and that's only going to get worse as you grow and grow and grow, so big that stretchmarks arc across your belly, so big that your body is pulling apart at the seams.

So, yes, you're right. You're not pregnant.

The internet has ruined BotW/TotK Zelda for me, I'm always imagining her with ginormous sloshing tits or getting hyper pregnant to repopulate Hyrule 😝🥵😘