It’s okay, darling…I know you feel stretched out to the brim. It’s alright, I know you think you cannot bear it anymore, that you’re too full. Don’t look at me like that, don’t pout. Aw, my sweet darling. You asked for this, remember? No? But I remember it. You were on your back, legs spread, pussy slick and open and you begged me to breed you. And now here we are, nine months and a week later.
You just want the baby out? Yeah? But I like you like this…barely able to move. I turned you into good breeding stock, didn’t I? Those tits are now twice their size, dripping with milk, all those blue and purple veins shining through your skin…I bet you cannot wait to nurse the baby. And that belly…mmm fuck, look at it. Perfectly round.
Shhh…don’t whine, let me rub your belly…that’s nice, isn’t it? Let me feel how tight your skin is, all stretched….and that cute belly button, pushed out from the sheer size of my baby. You’re such a good girl for growing it this big.
I like you overdue, darling.
I’ll keep you like this. Round and ripe.
Do this. To me.

















