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i get it as a bit of a joke, maybe hoping it’ll work but doubtful. but then i wake up to a thick cock inside me in the middle of the night, despite the emptiness of my room and how i’m fully clothed, and i’m just so ecstatic that it even worked. it’s much more constant than i expect, but i don’t mind, even when they choose the most inconvenient times to shove themselves inside me.

i’m so distracted i completely forget to take my birth control. and by the time i remember i have to worry about that kind of thing, it’s way too late for plan b, already full of demon spawn. having to continue my day-to-day life with a slowly growing belly, strangers smiling and congratulating me thinking i’m going to have a perfectly normal baby, and the absolute worst cravings-suddenly overcome with the need to tear out someone’s throat, immediately leaving and sobbing and full of shame at myself for daring to have those thoughts even if I don’t act on it-

New kink unlocked: someone emptying a used condom into your pussy after you pleaded with them to use protection and finally convinced them, only to do something that displeases them and get “You think you deserve a condom? You clearly need a baby in you to learn some manners” while you’re crying for them to not do it.

I always love it when a pregnancy "scare" actually involves the girl rubbing herself brainless to the thought of being pregnant.

Especially when you're putting off finding out. Too embarrassed to face a human being while holding a box of pregnancy tests and have them know that a man came inside you and you might have his baby in your womb, huh? You'd rather wait a little longer. You'd rather take the chance of that embryo getting just a little bigger inside of you, minute by minute and hour by hour. You'd rather be pregnant than have a stranger know that you might be.

Like leaving her tied up each day with the pill just barely out of reach, so that she has to strain and grasp for it, willing her body to stretch a little further.

Like holding it in my open hand while she sucks my cock with her hands tied behind her back, knowing that her performance will decide whether I let her lap it out of my palm or throw it across the room.

There's this one guy who I wanted to hook up with months on end but had no actual time (until now) that keeps me waiting on the edge of my seat. He and I both find impregnation really hot and constantly and have fantasies of him creampieing me.

I'm not on any bc at all and don't really want to be pregnant but just want to be bred (logistically doesn't make any sense lol). Therefore we talked about using a condom - but that need for raw dick made me ask him if we can do the whole 'just the tip' thing where he rubs against me and my hole/maybe insert it a few times.

He has already hooked up with a few FTM's on bc and with condom, which I am really jealous of. But now the real kicker - he knocked one up that was ON bc.

I'm still talking to him, still sharing those breeding fantasies but I'm pretty certain that if I were to hook up with him I'd get 100%% pregnant. We both really want him to creampie me even though I'm not on bc, We have already agreed on just the tip stuff and I feel like that's barely a step away of him actually impregnating me considering he can be this potent.

It's such a scary thought but part of me just wants to meet him and see what happens once my legs are spread and his raw dick is pressed against my crotch.. should I go through?

Oh, of course you should. You're just the right age to make reckless mistakes.

I mean, it could be fine. You could go meet up with a man who's hungry to fuck his seed into your fertile womb and knows that you want it just as badly as he does, who's already bred one cock-craving FTM, and ask him to rub his bare cock against your pussy and push it inside just a little, just to see what it feels like... and then have him stop, pull out, put on a condom, and safely fuck you through a protective layer of latex and finish by filling up the hollow tip.

It could happen.

So it'll probably be fine, right? You're an adult - old enough to take responsibility for your future. You're not just some stupid slut who'll get pregnant just because it felt like more fun at the time.

You're already imagining what it would feel like, if you weren't smart. If his breath caught in his chest as he slid the tip of his cock into you, and he just held you down and pushed the rest in. If you stopped thinking about the consequences, and begged him to fuck his cum into you - the cum that's already made another FTM conceive. If he just pressed his cock against your cervix and started to throb.

And imagination is pretty much as good as the real thing, isn't it? You won't need him to do it, when the time comes. He'll just play with you a little, and then you'll be responsible.

But you won't have to imagine the new future I've chosen. That's part of my power, when I'm deep inside a girl. Every time I push into you, you'll see it. Feel it.

The briefest skip forward, first: to my cock throbbing inside of you, pushing my seed into your womb. I like to make a girl feel this over and over, before she understands what's happening to her, so that it feels like it goes on forever. She always tightens around me so beautifully when I do.

Then to me pulling out of you at last, leaving you broken and overflowing and alone. And to a few minutes after that - to you frantically rubbing yourself, unable to do anything but come again and again as my seed swims deeper.

And then further and faster: hours, days, weeks. The sharp pain near your ovary, as your egg is released. The first morning that you wake up full of nausea. The day that you shake and sob, staring helplessly at a pregnancy test.

Then months and months. Your belly slowly swelling. The first time you notice the eyes following you, and burn with shame. Beginning to waddle, and then struggling to stand.

At last, the birth. I always cover a girl's mouth with my hand before I show her. I love to feel that muffled scream.

Nursing, too, afterwards. Your breasts achingly full of milk for my child. Your body transformed to nourish my little miracle.

And then one last vision: the next time. The day I return to the mother of my baby. The day that you struggle underneath me again, and ovulate, and conceive.

And then, weeks later, I miss my period. I wouldn't think much of it at first. I'm irregular anyway, it's normal for me to miss a month here and there, and with the stress of moving? I wouldn't be any the wiser.

Of course the shame would keep me silent at first. Someone had proven my body was never meant to be mine in the most intimate, violating way. My coworkers and family might support me, but I know they'd be silently judging. Their perfect oldest child defiled.

I'd smuggle a test home once suspicion set in and end up staring at those damning little lines sealing my fate. I can't raise a child, but couldn't bring myself to terminate if it wasn't already too late given my state's heartbeat bill. I'd be forced to carry that little bastard child to term, never knowing who the father was. Choosing between admitting the baby was a product of rape, or lying to my coworkers about being a surrogate for a "family friend". I wouldn't be able to look them in the eye either way after I'd begin to show.

I don't think I've ever needed anything so badly before. It's taking all my willpower not to find someone to ruin my life for me.

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