That burning feeling inside the pit of your stomach, the ache for something more. I know what you’re imagining — the start of a new life. You’re tired of waiting, the ache only seems to get worse and worse with every passing day, week, month, and year. Your body’s whispers of a desire to be bred growing louder and louder. Sometimes you place a hand where you imagine your bump to start, rubbing, pretending you just recently got knocked up. Other times, you think of baby names, and imagine a present where you have a partner and the financial capability to start your family. You’d be a good mom, you argue in your thoughts. You deserve this.
And, I agree. I know you’d be a good mom. It’s part of why I want to pick you. Of course, being a breedable, lsubby, little slut is another big reason. I imagine I’d barely have to mention filling you with my seed before it became a reality. The mere moment your feelings are validated, it becomes too much to handle. You need to have me finish inside you. You need to see a positive pregnancy test. You need to rub your belly and know there’s actually life inside this time, that it’s not pretend. That temptation to finally feel growth inside you will never be worse now that you know I will give it to you. And I will.
I’ll take you as I please. I’m not needy or selfish, it won’t be disruptive to your life. It will be your life. You’ll start as a perfectly innocent housewife, innocuous idealizations of a family regularly on your mind. Your decline towards becoming my needy, pregnant whore will be a swift one, however. It’ll start as we begin to grow our family. I’ll get up in the morning, before work, to find you awake. I’ll remind you of our new found purpose together, and needless to say, you’d join me in the shower as I get ready, and I’ll finish inside you as you’re pressed into the shower wall. Unfortunately, I’ll have to leave for work after, leaving you alone for a good portion of the day. You’d go about your routine, enjoying your day, but hand resting and rubbing against your belly more than usual. When I finally get home, you’d warmly greet me, and find yourself having a hard time keeping your hands off me. That’s okay though, because you wouldn’t have to fight that urge for long before another session of breeding. The next morning, I remind you again, but as I come home in the evening, you’re waiting for me again, this time reminding me, hesitancy diminishing. As the days pass, your reminders turn more desperate. You beg and plead with me to a put a baby inside you. Why aren’t you already pregnant you ask, angry at the universe for not already granting your wish after only a couple weeks. I’ll start having you more and more often, our lives coming to revolve around filling your belly with kicks.
Eventually, I will give you what you want. I will make you mine. Filling you with my cum, day in and day out, will fulfill our wishes. I couldn’t be more excited. Of course, I won’t stop filling you with cum as your belly becomes gravid with my child. I was just marking my property, letting everyone else know “hey I fucked a baby into this one, she’s mine now”. Of course, it’s not like you want me stop taking you. You’ve become my needy pregnant whore, my cum is literally one of the most important things in your life. You’ll beg me to continue to claim you, again and again, week after week, as your belly continues to swell with my child.
I told you I’d give you what you want. You’ll be a great mother, slut.
