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This is why we breed. This is why, for all of our flaws, and arguments, and times we drive each other crazy, we end up back together. Buried inside both of us--literally encoded into our DNA--are two separate but entirely complementary needs that only together can we truly fulfill.

Inside me is the masculine urge to spread my seed, to eagerly pin you down and empty myself inside you to the point that there is no doubt that your waiting egg will be overwhelmed. I see your fertile-but-empty body as both a challenge and affront that must be conquered: yes, to show to the world my potency, but more importantly because I cannot tolerate for one more instant the fact that a woman as smart, driven, wise, and compassionate as you is not the mother of my child.

And inside you, of course, is the feminine urge to be bred. For each month for as long as you can remember you've felt that gnawing emptiness between your legs, and as you've gotten older you now understand perfectly that the only way to quiet this literal emptiness is to fill it with a life growing inside you. You pride yourself on your strength and your independence, but deep down you also want a man--the right man--to crave you so desperately that he is desperate to choose you as the mother of his child. When the time comes you will spread your legs eagerly to welcome him into you, and you will shriek in joy as he at last gives you with the only thing that will truly fill that lifelong void you've had inside you.

For the next 9 months you will be--at last--full and complete, waking up each day of your pregnancy somehow even fuller than you were before. And if you end up as big of a house, with an enormously stretched twin bump almost as wide as you are tall, then so much the better. Growing to such a vast size is just ample proof of just how damn good you are at making babies, in case I needed any more convincing to immediately pump a second round into you as soon as you deliver our first.

You know what we as a society desperately need more of? Thick, pregnant nerdy girls. Not only do smart mothers produce smart children, and you'll know they'll be very diligent about taking care of their increasingly curvy bodies so that mother and baby are always in perfect health. And you just know that shy girl with the glasses is just going to love the opportunity to be the center of attention with such incredible knocked-up tits and ass and belly to show off.

This is why we breed. This is why, for all of our flaws, and arguments, and times we drive each other crazy, we end up back together. Buried inside both of us--literally encoded into our DNA--are two separate but entirely complementary needs that only together can we truly fulfill.

Inside me is the masculine urge to spread my seed, to eagerly pin you down and empty myself inside you to the point that there is no doubt that your waiting egg will be overwhelmed. I see your fertile-but-empty body as both a challenge and affront that must be conquered: yes, to show to the world my potency, but more importantly because I cannot tolerate for one more instant the fact that a woman as smart, driven, wise, and compassionate as you is not the mother of my child.

And inside you, of course, is the feminine urge to be bred. For each month for as long as you can remember you've felt that gnawing emptiness between your legs, and as you've gotten older you now understand perfectly that the only way to quiet this literal emptiness is to fill it with a life growing inside you. You pride yourself on your strength and your independence, but deep down you also want a man--the right man--to crave you so desperately that he is desperate to choose you as the mother of his child. When the time comes you will spread your legs eagerly to welcome him into you, and you will shriek in joy as he at last gives you with the only thing that will truly fill that lifelong void you've had inside you.

For the next 9 months you will be--at last--full and complete, waking up each day of your pregnancy somehow even fuller than you were before. And if you end up as big of a house, with an enormously stretched twin bump almost as wide as you are tall, then so much the better. Growing to such a vast size is just ample proof of just how damn good you are at making babies, in case I needed any more convincing to immediately pump a second round into you as soon as you deliver our first.

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