Jul 26
He came to check on me today.
I was already feeling so heavy, so full, just waiting in my pink room. And when he walked in, I didn't even have to ask. He took one look at my swollen belly, smiled, and laid me back on the bed.
He spent hours filling me, milking me, and whispering how proud he is of how big I'm getting. I was so drained by the end I could barely lift my head, but I've never felt more perfect.
Every time he visits, I end up a little heavier, a little rounder. And I can't get enough of it.
He's the only one who gets to see me like this—completely vulnerable, totally full, and utterly his. 🍼💗
