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@breederbelly-blog
Your stomach shifted to and fro with each little kick from inside your womb. Everyone said you would be in constant pain and your body will never go back to its original pre-pregnancy form. But this huge swollen belly is what you wanted. It’s what you were made for and would happily do it again and again…
I wanna be a baby factory so bad. I want to be kept on a farm or in an apartment in secret, knocked up over and over so I’m pumping out babies for adoption agencies or something. I just want to be a womb, cunt, and pair of tits and nothing else. I want to be full of babies, I want my cunt ruined from birthing again and again, pushing babies through my cervix and out of my pussy. I want my tits leaking milk constantly, dribbling all over my belly when I go into labour. I need my womb filled, I need to fulfill my purpose of being a breeding bitch, I need to be pregnant and birthing over and over in a beautiful cycle.
My belly hurts me when it’s empty, a horrible ache that will only stop when I am filled with a beautiful wriggling baby squirming around inside me before splitting me open and squeezing down into and out of my pussy, making room for the next baby to start growing and squirming inside me. I need to be the mother of many, I need to live my life as a vessel for babies to be born, I need to be filled over and over, stuffed full of cum and babies, leaking milk and pussy juice as I revel in my role as a perfect breeding machine.
I desperately want to join you in being used like a baby factory. Having my existence narrowed down to solely the use of my tits, my womb, and my pussy. Pregnant as soon as possible after I’ve birthed a baby, and hopefully with multiples. I’d want to be so full, the essence of a fertile brood mare.
And being pregnant over and over again, never stopping, would also mean constantly leaking milk. Being a breeding machine means being a perfect hucow for whoever owned me. Constant milking, year after year, with pregnancy after pregnancy, would mean my udders grow huge and produce absurd amounts of milk.
So full of milk, and babies, fulfilling the purpose my body urges me toward every time I think about someone cumming inside of me. At my heart, I know what I need to be, and it’s an endlessly-pregnant incubator for as many babies as possible, milked as often as my body will allow.
Cute angle
Not to be gay or anything but fat girl pussy is superb
Yes
Mood:
Kinda wanna fuck around and make a baby 😫😜
Big mood
Yes!
“cum in me” is the most romantic sentence in the English dictionary
Contractions turn me on
Beautiful….
I wish I had someone to encourage me and tell me how much they love me as well as how much of a good job I am doing while I moan in pain through each of my contractions
💗🌸Tell me what you’d do with me In my messages 🌸💗
Imagine if one day this is all you see in women’s fashion magazines. A world where women are constantly pregnant, and own no more clothes than underwear, bikinis, and lingerie. In public, bare bumps are seen almost everywhere. Every time a young women is portrayed in media, she’s pregnant. This to me is the world I want to live in.
When do I tell him I'm not on the pill?
Do I tell him when he invites me in for ‘coffee’?
Do I tell him as we kiss urgently on the sofa?
Do I tell him as I feel his hardness through his jeans?
Or do I tell him when he slips a finger in my pants and starts to stroke my wet pussy?
Do I tell him when we remove each other’s clothes?
Do I tell him as I take his bare cock in my hand?
Do I tell him as he gently nibbles my neck?
Or do I tell him as I feel the tip of his cock against my clit?
Do I tell him when he holds me close?
Do I tell him when he thrusts inside me?
Do I tell him as I start to moan?
Or do I tell him when he starts pounding harder, deeper, faster?
Do I tell him when I’m getting close?
Do I tell him when I feel him tense?
Do I tell him when I’m starting to cum?
Or do I tell him after, when I’m full of his hot cum?
Do I tell him when I’m late?
Do I tell him when my breasts swell up?
Do I tell him when I start to show?
Or do I tell him, nine months later, when I’m lying on a hospital bed, wracked with pain, holding my swollen belly, as our baby makes it’s way into the world…
Tell me when you are ready
It won’t change the outcome at all.
Tell me about five seconds before you want me to cum. Especially if you want me to cum a lot.
Or the second you meet me, if you want to get me into bed quickly…
