Hello, wrote this in a feverish haze, hope you enjoy 😬 Fair warning, this is a longer fantasy of mine about softening up a boy to make him soft and fertile for breeding - with gentle cnc. Text is under the break 👇🏻
I'd love to have a sweet boy. One that tries so hard to be good. He trusts me, so he listens when I tell him he should eat, even if his poor belly is already full and sore. He listens, albeit reluctantly, when I tell him it's okay for him to sit in my lap, for us to share a bed, sleep all cuddled close.
Perhaps he realizes something is wrong when his once flat middle puffs up into a cute little potbelly, and his chest has swollen into two soft peaks, tender to the touch. He's embarrassed by it, so he does his best to hide it under his clothes and tries to lose the weight. He fails at this, of course, due to me taking advantage of his sweet tooth.
He's reluctant when I start to lift up his shirt, but his conflict-avoident nature keeps him still. He's teary eyed as I comment on his softening body, my hands squeezing and pinching and jiggling along his hips, sides, and tummy. I coo and tell him he's plumping up so well, he looks beautiful like this.
His tears finally fall as my hands wander upwards and cup his sensitive little tits. This is the most humiliating part for him. He asks me not to touch there, that it's wrong, it feels funny. I coo, lightly brushing his nipples with my thumbs until he lets out a moan, the poor thing feeling so confused by the mixture of humiliation and arousal.
That's when I whisper in his ear that he's ready. That he's now perfectly soft, supple...and fertile. That he's feeling that tingly sensation between this thighs because his body is saying it needs to be bred.
Finally, my very good boy says no to me for the first time. No, he doesn't want to be chubby, or fertile. He doesn't want to be bred, or have a baby. He doesn't want to be a mommy. I shush him, try to comfort him, but he still cries while looking shamefully down at his body.
And yet, he doesn't push me away when I kiss him and lick into his mouth, tasting his tongue. He doesn't fight me when my mouth moves lower to suckle on his tits, although he tries to tell me not to between moans. He tries to close his thighs when my fingertips brush over his pussy through his briefs, but he doesn't try to move. He doesn't kick when I pull his briefs off and kneel in front of him. He doesn't try to escape when I begin mouthing at his untouched little slit.
He does tell me to stop. That it's wrong. It's too dangerous, he says. But his protests fade as pleasure overwhelms him, my warm and wet tongue lapping where my boy has been too shy to even touch by himself.
It's only when I lay him on the bed and crawl beside him that his panic starts to rise. He's not dumb, he knows what happens next. He tearfully looks up at me with his beautiful eyes, foggy with lust and shiny with tears. So adorably vulnerable and helpless.
When he feels my cock brush along the inside of his thigh, he starts to beg. Please, don't put a baby in me. Please don't make me a mommy. Please don't go inside. But once again, his babbling dissolves into needy whines as my shaft rubs between his folds, his body betraying him entirely.
I feel his little hole flutter against the tip of my cock as I carefully press inside, peppering kisses all over his face as he cries out. I take him slowly and gently, telling him how his tummy is gonna swell, how he'll feel his babies squirming inside of him, and how his cute little tits will become sore and full of milk. I tell him that everyone will look at him and know that he let a bigger and stronger man get his pussy all wet and claim him.
My sweet boy has his first orgasm, his throbbing cunt gently suckling on my cock like it's trying to milk me. His delicious sounds and shocked expression push me over the edge, and I spill into him until his lower tummy is puffy with thick, warm seed.
As we lay together and catch our breath, I pull him close into my arms. He sniffles, but nuzzles into me for comfort. He falls asleep with my hand possessively stroking his belly, both of us wondering what joys - or horrors - the coming months will bring.