taking a soft trans boys cute little chin between my fingers and looking into those big wide fluttery eyes as my other hand trails slowly down to cup his big warm fertile pregnant belly and i have him repeat back everything i've taught him just like we practiced
'that's right! you're catching on so quickly... so do you remember why do you exist, baby boy?'
'of course... t-to have babies...'
'such a good boy, so smart! and what's the most important thing about you?'
'that's right, honey. you know your place so well~'
as he thanks me for all the wonderful things i've taught him, i run my hand even more slowly against his swollen belly now, not letting him forget the obvious state of his pregnant condition for even a second - after all, it's crucial he stays aware at all times of his sole purpose. he whines into my touch, holding his legs together needily, so vulnerable, so desperate, all thoughts of anything else so hazy, so absolutely surrendered to the primal, inevitable call of his biological destiny... knowing now that all he is and ever will be from now on is a gravid baby factory, claimed, bred, marked and owned by the man standing before him who helped him see the truth and fulfill his real fate - maybe still a little bashful about it, but it couldn't be clearer that giving in was the best thing he's ever done and he's so grateful for my help ❤️
