Ladies, you deserve to know the truth. When we say you look cute, this is what we actually mean.
We’re fantasizing about how good it’d feel finishing deep inside you, knowing that your belly will soon begin to swell. We’re picturing how low, heavy, and round your tummy will become, how your belly button will pop out from all of the pressure within. We’re imagining ourselves worshipping your belly, feeling its immense weight in our hands as they glide over your soft skin and across your intoxicating curves.
We’re envisioning you on your back, your legs spread wide, your huge overdue belly framed between your trembling thighs, your face sweaty and red from your labors. We’re hearing you begging for help, moaning, and screaming as you struggle through painful contractions, desperately trying to force an impossibly large object through an impossibly tight space. We’re picturing the midwife’s cruel fingers inside you swinging side to side: forcefully, mercilessly, and incessantly teasing your most sensitive spot open as you bear down. We’re imagining just hot and tight your contracting belly would feel to the hand, and how your legs would shake and tremble in agony as you experience the ring of fire. We’re thinking about what a good girl you’d be for pushing as hard as you can, no matter how bad it hurts; about how beautiful your face would look as you bear down in pain. We’re hearing you shriek as you finally push the head out, fantasizing about your hips bucking and fluid gushing out as you cry out. We’re dreaming about you heavily pregnant again, about you back in the delivery room, even as you loudly protest having those wide shoulders pulled out past your sore lips. We’re hoping you’ll be our breeding plaything forever.
But, that’s too much to say. So, we’ll just call you cute.
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