#forward roleplay

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.

I can feel it starting. That deep, warm, throbbing pull in my core that tells me my body is at its absolute peak.

My heat is here.

I don't get to choose when it happens—I just get to surrender to it. My mind gets foggy, my belly feels extra heavy, and every inch of me aches to be filled, claimed, and used until I'm completely swollen.

I'm not shy about it. I'm in heat, I'm fertile, and I'm dripping with need. I want to be kept in this pink haze, bred until I can't think straight, and watched as I grow rounder and rounder.

This is what happens to a fertile little doll who gets kept full. Soft, round, and growing by the day. I can barely keep my lace closed anymore.

Remember when I said I was just getting started?

Look at me now. I told you I was built to keep growing. Every day I wake up a little heavier, a little rounder, a little more full. It's like my body just can't stop swelling.

I love it. I love knowing that everyone who follows me gets to watch this belly get bigger and bigger.

Week 1 vs. Now.

Look at what being kept full and claimed has done to me.

I told you I was built to swell. I told you my body knew exactly what it was made for. Every day of heat, every drop of cream, every time I was filled—it all shows right here.

I’m so much heavier now. So much softer. So much more fertile.

And honestly? I love it. I love knowing that everyone watching me can see exactly how full I’ve gotten. I'm not hiding a single inch of it.

This is just the beginning though. I'm going to keep growing. Keep swelling. Keep being the perfect little breeding doll.

I almost cried trying to put my lace on today.

I used to tie it easily. Now, it doesn't even reach across my belly. I had to call for my Handler to come help me—I was just stuck there, naked and helpless, trying to stretch a piece of fabric over this enormous swelling.

He just laughed, gently pulled it closed, and kissed my belly. He said, 'You've grown too much for this. Time to get bigger clothes.'

I can't get up to make my own food anymore. My legs barely reach the floor with this belly in the way.

So my Handler brings everything to me.

He sits beside me, feeds me sweet things, holds the glass to my lips, and rubs my belly while I eat. He says a fertile doll needs to be kept full inside and out.

I'm spending the weekend resting in my pink room. My belly is so full and heavy that I can barely keep my eyes open.

But my asks are always open. Send me something sweet, something dirty, or just tell me how big you think I'm going to get by next week.