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make me your pet

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You would take a load deep in your fertile little cunt and not let ANY drip out...

Or

You would dump a load in a tight fertile pussy and not think twice about the consequences...

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Up, up, up, and away~

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Is there a way out?

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A lost puppy

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Left

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Gone

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Paranoia

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Horny again💦

I want to fuck all the time. Like fucking while i'm cooking, doing chores, having a bath.

[imagineyourepregnant]

Motherhood in The Land of Free Love

Your name is Saffron. You chose that name for yourself when you joined the Community. You love the community, they took you in at 18, freshly sprung from foster care and looking for a loving way of life. You’d chanced upon their commune-farm while hitchhiking and you’d never left. There’s always food, good music, things to smoke, and people to make love with. Sex was a constant thing in the Community, people fucked and got high all over and everyone was welcome to join in. You loved it from the start and quickly stopped wearing anything but light skirts or slitted dresses- the faster you could get naked the better. Some days you didn’t wear anything but your long, red hair.

Around your 19th birthday, you decided to celebrate by getting a load from every guy in the Community. Women came and gave you free love too, but you were really craving cock. Since nobody said you shouldn’t, you got fucked by all forty or so guys there over about two days. Some guys came a few times. You were bloated out a little and you never felt better, pussy hot and sticky with the cum that slipped out little-by-little as you walked around. Your cum-stuffed belly shrunk over time but you never really emptied.

A few short months later, you’re walking down the path, fully nude. A man stops you and rubs his hand around your abdomen. "How many do you have in there, Saffron? You’re looking pretty round.“ You look down, red hair brushing the globe of a belly you’d developed without realizing and you gasp. “Do you think I’m pregnant?” He looks a little surprised and says, well of course you are, you’ve been filled up by just about every guy here! Just look at your tits! They’re huge now. Not to mention your belly.“ You rush into the woods and rub your hands all over yourself. How could I not realize I’m pregnant! I’m big enough to barely be able to warp my arms around my baby belly. 

After a night of rubbing your belly and feeling what you now admit must be kicks, you decide to embrace it. Other women have gotten pregnant and had kids in the Community. Over the next week you reach out to a few of them, some nursing babies at swollen teats and others cupping their enormous middles as they sit and walk. One woman was being fucked by as she was teaching you a little about pregnancy and babies, her round belly brushing the grass and her tits squirting as he thrust his cock into her pussy. You have no idea how far along you are or how many babies you’re having. You’ll just have to wait…

Nine months later, you’re still waiting. You’re hugely pregnant and have been renamed Gaia after the Greek mother of the Earth. You know you should have given birth a while ago but you aren’t uncomfortable in being huge, just concerned that you haven’t popped. You can’t say that sweating as you birth one of what must be a dozen infants sounds appealing. Plus, you get waited on by other hippies who love to worship you and your gravid state. Some of them are really starting to believe the earth-mother title and fuck you and touch your moving belly as often as they can, perhaps hoping for a blessing. You fall asleep every night on your side, belly stretching so far that you can’t even begin to reach your popped navel or your pussy filled with the cock of a horny male.

One night you hear a voice in your dreams, strong and beautiful. You are my avatar on earth, child. I have made you in my image, with long hair and full breasts and belly. You will remain pregnant forever, though you will birth one or two babes occasionally. You will have the family you always dreamed of, nursing at your breasts, caring for you, fucking you, and most importantly, inside of you, filling you up so that you never forget that they are with you. Your purpose is to spread love and peace. You may be content in staying just as you are, child.

You awake with a new cock inside of you and two women suckling at your breasts. Your belly heaves as a contraction ripples through it. A baby’s head is soon pushing out the cock in you. The man teasingly pushes the baby back into you, making you shudder with pained pleasure. The rest of your brood kicks up a fuss and the man relents, letting the baby slide almost all of the way out. Once that baby slips out, your cervix quickly closes up and the rest of the babies inside of you tumble with joy at having a little more room. You come at the sensation of so much movement, the mouths and cock having returned and your belly feeling so wonderfully overstuffed with life. Gaia it is, you giggle to yourself.

-Uuuuu. Inspired by a photo caption I saw. A preggo hippychick unsure of how knocked up she was. I’ll get around to continuing by other stories eventually, I promise. I think at this point, I just have to accept I’ll never edit any of these.

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Bauer Farms

Imagine you’ve caught the attention of a family of alphas.

You’ve just moved to Fairfort, the small town that your father moved back to after the divorce. It’s been years since you’ve lived with him, but it’s an easy enough adjustment. Besides, it’s totally worth the cheaper college tuition available here in Fairfort.

You meet Ethan on your first day. The first thing you think is that he’s incredibly handsome, almost definitely an alpha, and you’re flattered that he’s even talking to you. More than talking to you, really; he’s standing so close to you, and he smells so good… Within moments you are incredibly aroused, and you become hyper-aware of that fact. Gosh, you hope he can’t tell.

More than talking to you, he seems to be communicating something else other than simple small-talk. He’s practically oozing sex appeal, from the low timber of his voice to the languid body language. You find yourself glancing down a few times and– oh. You see that he’s aroused, too. The girth of his cock is practically straining against his jeans.

“Is that a yes?”

“Hm?” You look back at his face, trying to hide the fact that you’re salivating heavily and dying to touch yourself.

He chuckles and studies you with chocolate eyes half-lidded. “I invited you over for studying. Friday night.”

“Oh. Yes. Yes I’d love that.”

“Good.” He places a hand on your hip, and though brief, it sends sparks through your body and more heat pulling towards your loins. “See you Friday.”

Friday finally rolls around and you’re so nervous, but your eagerness to see Ethan, and to potentially become a little more familiar with the cock you had grasped a tantalizing sneak-preview of, outweighs any anxiety.

As a beta, you’ve never experienced this heavy of an attraction to an alpha before. Though you have heard stories of betas-turned-omegas through steady interaction with potent-enough alphas… But sheer contact? Your behavior, this hunger inside of you… It’s surprising, to say the least.

You have a last look in the mirror before you go. Your lithe form is fitted with a simple white button-down and some jeans. It’s all form-fitting enough, and you feel… You feel sexy.

When Ethan answers his door thirty minutes later, from the way he looks at you, it would seem that he agrees.

“Come in, come in… I hope you don’t mind, my family is pretty excited to meet you. Small town and all, not too many new faces.”

“Oh,” you might have been more anxious, but he has a strong arm around you as he guides you inside and fuck he smells amazing. “Not a problem.”

Three men and a woman greet you, all of them beautiful and all of them alphas.

You don’t catch their names– you’re too busy being drunk off of their combined scent– but you gather that his mom, his dad, and his two brothers are present. They all stand very close, they all like to touch you, and they all are driving you absolutely crazy.

You’re a thread of self-control away from touching yourself through your jeans. You’re so damn aroused, and they seem to know, all heavy gazes and rich chuckles.

Apparently, they’ve prepared dinner for you.

“You’re so thin,” the mother comments, warm hand touching your stomach and rubbing there tenderly. “Don’t worry dear. We’ll fatten you up in no time.”

With the amount of food they’ve set up on the table, it looks like they’ll be keeping that promise. You’re too enthralled with your hosts to object, as they pile your plate high. You keep eating what they give you, eating well past your usual limit until your pants become uncomfortable and you look down–

Oh. You snap out of it long enough to realize how much you’ve eaten. Your cheeks grow hot as you graze a hand over the small dome of your swollen middle. The button of your pants is straining, and the fabric of your shirt is pulled taut against your full belly.

Before you know it, warm arms reach around you, and lips press against your ear. “Let me get that for you,” Ethan breathes, and he undoes your pants. With the constraint of your waistband now gone, your belly seems to swell outward another few inches. The skin now peeks out between the buttons of your shirt.

But you’re too deep in Ethan’s scent to care. You lean your head back a little and he begins kissing your neck. His hands tenderly stroke the swell of your stomach.

“Fuck,” you mumble.

You can feel him grin against your skin, and by this point you are painfully aroused. As if he can read your mind, Ethan’s hands slowly travel down your stomach to your thighs, and finally-

“Oh, oh please-”

He hums, apparently amused, and finally touches you, massaging your arousal and sending sparks through your body.

You feel tender, skilled hands take to your chest, finding the nipples through the fabric of your clothes and making you shiver. It takes you a moment to realize that they’re not Ethan’s. You glance up and see the soft brown curls of Ethan’s mother tumbling down your shoulder, her face beside your head. She’s smiling warmly. You moan.

Within the next few minutes they’ve scooted your chair out and another body as joined the fun; it’s one of Ethan’s brothers, who has kneeled on the floor between your legs. He worships your middle, first, kissing the small swell and rubbing his cheek against it. Then he kisses further and further down, gently tugging down your pants. You relish in the pleasure, your hands as well as one of Ethan’s own stroking and fisting the brother’s hair as he goes down on you.

“Mmh, I think they’re ready, ma,” Ethan nearly moans against your cheek, nuzzling you, and looking to his mother who is over your other shoulder.

She chuckles and responds, her low and silky voice now directed at you: “You’re ready to be our omega now, aren’t you?”

All you can do his moan in response, already having trouble keeping your head above the waters of ecstasy; Ethan’s brother’s mouth is doing wonders.

She smiles and kisses your ear.

Soon you’re on your feet, shaking from the pleasure and perhaps unsteady if not for the bodies at any given angle of you, close and seeking to support your weight. Your pants are shucked down to your ankles and removed, and something hard and thick is pressed against your backside.

You almost cum then and there. You voice your pleasure openly, loudly, keening for the cock being offered to you. You’ve never experienced such a hunger before, your body seemingly starving for cock. You slap a hand over your mouth, momentarily embarrassed, but Ethan’s father removes your hand from your lips and brings it to his own, kissing it. “Don’t be afraid to show us your pleasure- we want to know exactly how good we’re making you feel.” Then, he brings his lips to yours.

Ethan’s mother kisses your shoulder and, with her hands lovingly gripping your hips, she slides her huge alpha cock into you, stretching you perfectly, and making you cry out in pleasure. You moan into the father’s lips as she fucks you, slow and gentle at first, but with increasing eagerness.

You cum before she does, and you melt into the father as you feel her hands tighten on your hips, and her seed pour into you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Ethan’s father is next. He leans back onto the table and hoists you up onto his lap. His cock is just as delicious as his wife’s, filling you up and coaxing loud, happy sounds from you as you bounce ontop of it. You cum again, trembling legs wrapped tightly around his hips, another warm body pressing into from behind. It’s one of Ethan’s brothers, kissing your neck and stroking your sides.

It’s his turn when his father is done. He leans you over the table and fucks you this way. He is, by far, the roughest. But you don’t mind. He pulls your hair and you whimper happily as he hits that special spot over and over again. He cums inside you just like his father and mother, and by now your middle is feeling so tight, so full, sloshing with alpha cum…

But you don’t have too much time to consider it. Another has replaced his brother, thrusting into you just has the other withdraws. He fucks you hungrily, just has his brother. Your elbows resting on the table, you can feel your distended middle now brushing against the table with each thrust. He finishes inside you and for the first time since this all began, they give you a quiet moment to recollect your thoughts.

All you can think of is Ethan.

Sure enough, when you rise from your position, Ethan is right at your side. He kisses you deeply, a hand splayed over the side of your globular belly. “It’s my turn now,” he murmurs. “You’re all mine for the rest of the night…”

You simply whimper an agreement. This seems to please him, for he growls happily and lifts you off of your feet with a surprising ease. He carries you to what seems to be his room and places you on his bed. His scent surrounds you now, somehow painfully aroused even after the multiple orgasms that have carried you through the evening.

You practically squirm, reaching around your belly to touch yourself. His hand stops yours as he climbs onto the bed between your legs and finally reveals his cock to you.

It’s huge, and you need it inside you right now.

“This is all yours, baby,” he says to you, pumping his cock a few times, getting off on your oozing desperacy. “You ready for it?”

“Yes. Oh yes please…”

He smiles and leans over to kiss you as he finally puts it inside you, stretching you, filling you, making you feel whole. You moan happily.

Ethan spends the rest of the night making love to you. It seems he’s never sated– there’s always more and more of his alpha seed to deposit inside of you.

By the third round he’s flipped your positions, with him laying in bed and you riding his alpha cock. This time, when he cums, you can see your belly expand beneath his hands. To your shock, the buttons of your dress shirt finally pop off, one by one, until your swollen middle is finally exposed.

This turns him on immensely, it seems. He flips you back over and fucks you with a renewed vigor, giving attention to your newly exposed chest, his hands never straying too far from your belly.

You wake up the next morning being spooned, a cock still inside you, and your dozing alpha’s hands gently stroking your still-swollen middle. You feel amazing, fulfilled like you’ve never felt before. When he wakes, he kisses you, rubbing circles onto your tummy and pressing his hips into your bum. “We’ll have to do this again.”

“Yes please,” you murmur through a sleepy, content grin.

Your alpha is full of surprises. When you finally rise– “I need to get home, my dad is probably worried sick.”– he replaces his cock inside of you with a handy plug. The thought of keeping his and his family’s seed inside you makes you shiver with gentle waves of arousal and warmth.

When you dress, you realize your pants will no longer button, and your shirt is… well, ruined. Ethan chuckles and lets you borrow some of his sweats and a hoodie. Even the hoodie is unable to obscure your hopelessly distended belly. You rub your stomach and consider yourself in his mirror. You look pregnant. You look really pregnant. In fact, considering the circumstances– the buckets and buckets of highly fertile alpha cum now locked inside you– you’re most definitely pregnant. Or you will be, very soon.

Somehow this doesn’t frighten you. It’s strangely… arousing, comforting even.

The illusion of pregnancy is only helped along by the fact that, your center of gravity having been drastically altered, you practically waddle to your car.

Ethan’s family members were all present to see you off, eyes and hands drawn to your middle quite often, but nonetheless warm and friendly. “We look forward to seeing you again,” the mother assures you, patting the side of your belly just before you lower yourself into your car.

On your way home, one hand of your own often rests ontop of your belly– which brushes against the steering wheel when you lean forward even a centimeter. You realize you’ll have to face your father, and likely your peers, and all of them will undoubtedly have questions.

Indeed, your father is in the kitchen when you step inside the door. His eyebrows raise. “Wild night?”

“Yeah,” you admit, setting your keys on the counter. “I went over a friend’s house… Ethan Bauer, I think?”

Your father’s eyes widen.

“What?” you ask, frowning.

“Nothing.” And he says nothing more about the subject. “Have a seat, let me grab you some breakfast.”

You comply, realizing with a bit of surprise that you’re starving. It takes a little more effort than usual to lower yourself into your seat, and you huff as you finally plop down.

He places a bowl of cereal and the milk carton in front of you. As you begin to eat, you entertain yourself by first reading the cereal box, and then the milk’s. Huh, seems the milk is a local thing…

You stop chewing and stare at the milk carton, wondering if you’re imaging wrong.

Nope, it’s there on the box:

Bauer Farms. ‘Best-tasting omega milk in the county’.

– J. Drown

[imagineyourepregnant]

Bauer Farms

Imagine you’ve caught the attention of a family of alphas.

You’ve just moved to Fairfort, the small town that your father moved back to after the divorce. It’s been years since you’ve lived with him, but it’s an easy enough adjustment. Besides, it’s totally worth the cheaper college tuition available here in Fairfort.

You meet Ethan on your first day. The first thing you think is that he’s incredibly handsome, almost definitely an alpha, and you’re flattered that he’s even talking to you. More than talking to you, really; he’s standing so close to you, and he smells so good… Within moments you are incredibly aroused, and you become hyper-aware of that fact. Gosh, you hope he can’t tell.

More than talking to you, he seems to be communicating something else other than simple small-talk. He’s practically oozing sex appeal, from the low timber of his voice to the languid body language. You find yourself glancing down a few times and– oh. You see that he’s aroused, too. The girth of his cock is practically straining against his jeans.

“Is that a yes?”

“Hm?” You look back at his face, trying to hide the fact that you’re salivating heavily and dying to touch yourself.

He chuckles and studies you with chocolate eyes half-lidded. “I invited you over for studying. Friday night.”

“Oh. Yes. Yes I’d love that.”

“Good.” He places a hand on your hip, and though brief, it sends sparks through your body and more heat pulling towards your loins. “See you Friday.”

Friday finally rolls around and you’re so nervous, but your eagerness to see Ethan, and to potentially become a little more familiar with the cock you had grasped a tantalizing sneak-preview of, outweighs any anxiety.

As a beta, you’ve never experienced this heavy of an attraction to an alpha before. Though you have heard stories of betas-turned-omegas through steady interaction with potent-enough alphas… But sheer contact? Your behavior, this hunger inside of you… It’s surprising, to say the least.

You have a last look in the mirror before you go. Your lithe form is fitted with a simple white button-down and some jeans. It’s all form-fitting enough, and you feel… You feel sexy.

When Ethan answers his door thirty minutes later, from the way he looks at you, it would seem that he agrees.

“Come in, come in… I hope you don’t mind, my family is pretty excited to meet you. Small town and all, not too many new faces.”

“Oh,” you might have been more anxious, but he has a strong arm around you as he guides you inside and fuck he smells amazing. “Not a problem.”

Three men and a woman greet you, all of them beautiful and all of them alphas.

You don’t catch their names– you’re too busy being drunk off of their combined scent– but you gather that his mom, his dad, and his two brothers are present. They all stand very close, they all like to touch you, and they all are driving you absolutely crazy.

You’re a thread of self-control away from touching yourself through your jeans. You’re so damn aroused, and they seem to know, all heavy gazes and rich chuckles.

Apparently, they’ve prepared dinner for you.

“You’re so thin,” the mother comments, warm hand touching your stomach and rubbing there tenderly. “Don’t worry dear. We’ll fatten you up in no time.”

With the amount of food they’ve set up on the table, it looks like they’ll be keeping that promise. You’re too enthralled with your hosts to object, as they pile your plate high. You keep eating what they give you, eating well past your usual limit until your pants become uncomfortable and you look down–

Oh. You snap out of it long enough to realize how much you’ve eaten. Your cheeks grow hot as you graze a hand over the small dome of your swollen middle. The button of your pants is straining, and the fabric of your shirt is pulled taut against your full belly.

Before you know it, warm arms reach around you, and lips press against your ear. “Let me get that for you,” Ethan breathes, and he undoes your pants. With the constraint of your waistband now gone, your belly seems to swell outward another few inches. The skin now peeks out between the buttons of your shirt.

But you’re too deep in Ethan’s scent to care. You lean your head back a little and he begins kissing your neck. His hands tenderly stroke the swell of your stomach.

“Fuck,” you mumble.

You can feel him grin against your skin, and by this point you are painfully aroused. As if he can read your mind, Ethan’s hands slowly travel down your stomach to your thighs, and finally-

“Oh, oh please-”

He hums, apparently amused, and finally touches you, massaging your arousal and sending sparks through your body.

You feel tender, skilled hands take to your chest, finding the nipples through the fabric of your clothes and making you shiver. It takes you a moment to realize that they’re not Ethan’s. You glance up and see the soft brown curls of Ethan’s mother tumbling down your shoulder, her face beside your head. She’s smiling warmly. You moan.

Within the next few minutes they’ve scooted your chair out and another body as joined the fun; it’s one of Ethan’s brothers, who has kneeled on the floor between your legs. He worships your middle, first, kissing the small swell and rubbing his cheek against it. Then he kisses further and further down, gently tugging down your pants. You relish in the pleasure, your hands as well as one of Ethan’s own stroking and fisting the brother’s hair as he goes down on you.

“Mmh, I think they’re ready, ma,” Ethan nearly moans against your cheek, nuzzling you, and looking to his mother who is over your other shoulder.

She chuckles and responds, her low and silky voice now directed at you: “You’re ready to be our omega now, aren’t you?”

All you can do his moan in response, already having trouble keeping your head above the waters of ecstasy; Ethan’s brother’s mouth is doing wonders.

She smiles and kisses your ear.

Soon you’re on your feet, shaking from the pleasure and perhaps unsteady if not for the bodies at any given angle of you, close and seeking to support your weight. Your pants are shucked down to your ankles and removed, and something hard and thick is pressed against your backside.

You almost cum then and there. You voice your pleasure openly, loudly, keening for the cock being offered to you. You’ve never experienced such a hunger before, your body seemingly starving for cock. You slap a hand over your mouth, momentarily embarrassed, but Ethan’s father removes your hand from your lips and brings it to his own, kissing it. “Don’t be afraid to show us your pleasure- we want to know exactly how good we’re making you feel.” Then, he brings his lips to yours.

Ethan’s mother kisses your shoulder and, with her hands lovingly gripping your hips, she slides her huge alpha cock into you, stretching you perfectly, and making you cry out in pleasure. You moan into the father’s lips as she fucks you, slow and gentle at first, but with increasing eagerness.

You cum before she does, and you melt into the father as you feel her hands tighten on your hips, and her seed pour into you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Ethan’s father is next. He leans back onto the table and hoists you up onto his lap. His cock is just as delicious as his wife’s, filling you up and coaxing loud, happy sounds from you as you bounce ontop of it. You cum again, trembling legs wrapped tightly around his hips, another warm body pressing into from behind. It’s one of Ethan’s brothers, kissing your neck and stroking your sides.

It’s his turn when his father is done. He leans you over the table and fucks you this way. He is, by far, the roughest. But you don’t mind. He pulls your hair and you whimper happily as he hits that special spot over and over again. He cums inside you just like his father and mother, and by now your middle is feeling so tight, so full, sloshing with alpha cum…

But you don’t have too much time to consider it. Another has replaced his brother, thrusting into you just has the other withdraws. He fucks you hungrily, just has his brother. Your elbows resting on the table, you can feel your distended middle now brushing against the table with each thrust. He finishes inside you and for the first time since this all began, they give you a quiet moment to recollect your thoughts.

All you can think of is Ethan.

Sure enough, when you rise from your position, Ethan is right at your side. He kisses you deeply, a hand splayed over the side of your globular belly. “It’s my turn now,” he murmurs. “You’re all mine for the rest of the night…”

You simply whimper an agreement. This seems to please him, for he growls happily and lifts you off of your feet with a surprising ease. He carries you to what seems to be his room and places you on his bed. His scent surrounds you now, somehow painfully aroused even after the multiple orgasms that have carried you through the evening.

You practically squirm, reaching around your belly to touch yourself. His hand stops yours as he climbs onto the bed between your legs and finally reveals his cock to you.

It’s huge, and you need it inside you right now.

“This is all yours, baby,” he says to you, pumping his cock a few times, getting off on your oozing desperacy. “You ready for it?”

“Yes. Oh yes please…”

He smiles and leans over to kiss you as he finally puts it inside you, stretching you, filling you, making you feel whole. You moan happily.

Ethan spends the rest of the night making love to you. It seems he’s never sated– there’s always more and more of his alpha seed to deposit inside of you.

By the third round he’s flipped your positions, with him laying in bed and you riding his alpha cock. This time, when he cums, you can see your belly expand beneath his hands. To your shock, the buttons of your dress shirt finally pop off, one by one, until your swollen middle is finally exposed.

This turns him on immensely, it seems. He flips you back over and fucks you with a renewed vigor, giving attention to your newly exposed chest, his hands never straying too far from your belly.

You wake up the next morning being spooned, a cock still inside you, and your dozing alpha’s hands gently stroking your still-swollen middle. You feel amazing, fulfilled like you’ve never felt before. When he wakes, he kisses you, rubbing circles onto your tummy and pressing his hips into your bum. “We’ll have to do this again.”

“Yes please,” you murmur through a sleepy, content grin.

Your alpha is full of surprises. When you finally rise– “I need to get home, my dad is probably worried sick.”– he replaces his cock inside of you with a handy plug. The thought of keeping his and his family’s seed inside you makes you shiver with gentle waves of arousal and warmth.

When you dress, you realize your pants will no longer button, and your shirt is… well, ruined. Ethan chuckles and lets you borrow some of his sweats and a hoodie. Even the hoodie is unable to obscure your hopelessly distended belly. You rub your stomach and consider yourself in his mirror. You look pregnant. You look really pregnant. In fact, considering the circumstances– the buckets and buckets of highly fertile alpha cum now locked inside you– you’re most definitely pregnant. Or you will be, very soon.

Somehow this doesn’t frighten you. It’s strangely… arousing, comforting even.

The illusion of pregnancy is only helped along by the fact that, your center of gravity having been drastically altered, you practically waddle to your car.

Ethan’s family members were all present to see you off, eyes and hands drawn to your middle quite often, but nonetheless warm and friendly. “We look forward to seeing you again,” the mother assures you, patting the side of your belly just before you lower yourself into your car.

On your way home, one hand of your own often rests ontop of your belly– which brushes against the steering wheel when you lean forward even a centimeter. You realize you’ll have to face your father, and likely your peers, and all of them will undoubtedly have questions.

Indeed, your father is in the kitchen when you step inside the door. His eyebrows raise. “Wild night?”

“Yeah,” you admit, setting your keys on the counter. “I went over a friend’s house… Ethan Bauer, I think?”

Your father’s eyes widen.

“What?” you ask, frowning.

“Nothing.” And he says nothing more about the subject. “Have a seat, let me grab you some breakfast.”

You comply, realizing with a bit of surprise that you’re starving. It takes a little more effort than usual to lower yourself into your seat, and you huff as you finally plop down.

He places a bowl of cereal and the milk carton in front of you. As you begin to eat, you entertain yourself by first reading the cereal box, and then the milk’s. Huh, seems the milk is a local thing…

You stop chewing and stare at the milk carton, wondering if you’re imaging wrong.

Nope, it’s there on the box:

Bauer Farms. ‘Best-tasting omega milk in the county’.

– J. Drown

[cumfansworld]

I'm so horny right now that even a cucumber can fuck me

[imagineyourepregnant]

Imagine you're an astronaut

Imagine you’re an astronaut, exploring the surface of Mars. You were sent to the Red planet with your husband and two other married couples. You collect rocks, perform tests, take readings.

The night before you’re set to leave the planet you and your husband make love. You’re in small quarters, with hardly any privacy. But how could the two of you not experience sex in low gravity? It feels wonderful, free to try positions that would have been more difficult in Earth gravity.

The six of you depart the planet, taking your lander back up to the space ship that will take you back to Earth. Then all of you go into cryogenic stasis for the next 9 months as you all head home.

9 months later, the ship enters Earth orbit. The ship’s systems signal the cryogenic chambers to defrost, awakening the crew. Consciousness comes slowly. It’s like waking from the deepest, best sleep you’ve ever had. But it is a bit disorienting.

As your senses kick in you realize your tube feels more cramped than it did before. Somehow your stomach is brushing against the top of the tube. Weakly you move your hand to feel your stomach.

That’s when you realize you’re pregnant. 9 months by the feel. You must have been impregnated that last night on Mars, and have been growing all the while you were asleep.

You’re angry and afraid. You never wanted children; you’re an astronaut and they would be inconvenient. But now you have no choice. You rub your massive stomach in horror, realizing you’re so big it might even be twins. Your shirt won’t even cover your belly, the hem of it bunched up below your engorged breasts. This is a nightmare. How are you supposed to get back to Earth like this?

Your husband comes over to your tube, opening it up. He stares at your belly in shock. Wanly you smile and say “surprise”, trying to make light of the horror you feel. He reaches out to your belly, rubbing it. A flurry of kicks from inside of you greet his hand. The feeling is strange and disconcerting.

The other astronauts stumble out of their tubes, looking at your stomach in surprise. One meakly says “congratulations”. But they’re all worried about you getting through landing.

The crew gets to work prepping for your return to Earth. Per regulations you are all supposed to get in your space suits for landing, in case of a hull breach. But you will never fit now. You put the pants on, your heavy belly sitting just above the hem. You will never get the torso piece on. You just have to hope for a clean landing.

All of you enter the landing capsule, the others helping you in. Moving around in zero-G is difficult enough on its own, but in your massive and awkward state it’s almost impossible.

You buckle yourself in. The belt cuts the skin below your belly, too tight, not made for your new size. The top of it cuts across your sensitive breasts. It’s very uncomfortable, and about to get worse.

You’re pretty much useless to the others in your state, as they run over the checklist. You realize you never radioed Control about your situation, but in your shame convince yourself there’s no point. What could they even do?

The landing capsule disengages from the ship, thrusters firing to put it in Earth’s orbit. You will circle the planet once until you’re in the right position and angle to drop into the Atlantic ocean.

The orbit makes you nauseous, and the thrusters firing again for descent makes it even worse. You and the rest of the crew are hit by several G’s worth of force as the lander makes it’s descent. You feel impossibly heavy, ready to throw up, too hot as the heat shield on the hull starts to flare.

You’re falling, accelerating quickly. As you feel the force of descent you’re dimly aware of fluid running down your legs. The G force has broken your water.

The parachute opens, and there’s a sickening moment as the capsule briefly moves upward then starts to fall again, much slower. The lander crashes onto the surface of the ocean as your contractions start.

The crew all undo their seat belts, as you await the rescue boat that will take you back home. But your seat belt, always too tight, won’t come undone.

You start to panic as you moan through a contraction, feeling the heavy weight on your cervix and realizing you will have to push soon. You’re panicked as you try to undo the belt, moaning in terrible pain.

Your husband tries to get the belt undone, but it’s stuck. You beg him to help you, so unbelievably scared, as the lander rocks back and forth over the waves.

Contractions are hard and fast, almost overlapping. This is happening way to fast, thanks to the force of the landing. Your husband is trying to pull the belt off, with the help of other crew members, but it’s stuck. One tries to find some kind of tool to cut it off.

The moment comes, and you feel the need to bear down. But the belt, still digging into your skin, is impeding the baby from moving down your birth canal. You fight the need to push, tears running down your face, body shaking.

Your husband is still tugging at the belt, and you start begging him to get it off. The need to push is too great; you’re not going to be able to hold off much longer.

Another crewmember finds some heavy shears and starts trying to cut the fabric of the belt, the metal cold against the hot skin of your stomach. You moan through another contraction, in desperate pain. It takes a while to cut through the thick fabric, as you huff and puff through the pain.

She gets the belt under your stomach cut off, but you still have the belt across your chest. Your stomach is freed but you are still stuck sitting upright, not in a position to push. You beg get to hurry, as your children kick violently from within.

She finally gets the top belt. You collapse onto the floor, and push immediately. The first baby shoots through your canal, until you are almost crowning. Then you feel water at your ankles. Sea water has started to spill into the capsule.

Just then the rescue boat arrives to collect you and the crew. You moan and rub your stomach, knowing you need to get onto the boat before you can birth, that the capsule is sinking. But you have no idea how you’ll move with a baby’s head between your legs.

Your husband and another astronaut both lift you up into the air, until you are standing. But you cannot stand unsupported, so they frog-walk you to the open door of the capsule.

The glare of sunlight hurts your eyes. You look up at the boat. There’s a ladder you will have to go up until you’re on the deck. You have no idea how you’ll make it in this state.

Your husband goes up the ladder before you, the other crewmember holding you up. Then she gently guides you to the ladder. You grab hold of rungs above your head, as you fight the urge to push more. She encourages you to climb up.

Even if you weren’t in labor this wouldn’t be easy. Your belly is quite in the way, and your muscles are weak from the cryogenic sleep. You try to pull yourself up, legs awkwardly far apart because of the head. Your husband grabs your arms from above and tries to pull you up, as the crew below push you upward.

Slowly, breathing deeply, you move up the ladder. This is the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life, way harder than anything you had to do on Mars. Tears are still going down your face, and you’re still fighting the need to push. But eventually you get up to the point your husband can properly grab you and pull you onto the boat.

You collapse onto the deck, right then and there, unable to move forward any further. You give in to your body and push, the head bursting out, but getting stuck in the crotch of your space suit. You shout at your husband to pull the legs off. He tries to get them off, but they are in securely.

The rest of the crew scramble onto the ship, and help pull the legs off. Then your husband gets your panties off, and you then and there give birth to your first child. The crew of the rescue ship watch in shock, utterly unprepared for an astronaut to birth in front of them.

At this point you’re absolutely exhausted, and ready to pass out. But kicking from within your stomach only confirms that there’s indeed another in there. You sob in pain, fear and fatigue, as contractions renew and you feel the need to push out the twin.

Ten minutes later you’re holding both of your children, the first children born who were conceived on another planet, as exhaustion takes over you finally and you pass out.

[cumfansworld]

Ohh that was good

[imagineyourepregnant]

Imagine you're a male teacher that seduces one of your students - Part 1

Request: I would love to request a story about a male professor seducing and impregnating a female student, the watching her give birth, all from his perspective. —

As the beginning of the new school year came around, you started looking through some of the roster for your classes this year. You were most excited for your senior literature class. You had heard from the other teachers at teacher orientation that there were a few prominent students that would be entering your class this year.  You couldn’t wait to put names to faces with the students in your class.

The first day of school came quickly. You made sure to coordinate your tie with your socks. You had to make the right impression on these kids from the start. Your dress shirt emphasized your muscular chest and upper arms, and your shirtsleeves were rolled up to show your muscular forearms. Your fitted khaki pants just barely show the outline of your sizeable cock and highlights your round ass. As soon as you walk through the doors of the school, you feel stares coming at you from everyone: girls staring at you with desire, their boyfriends staring at you with jealousy, female teachers eyeing you, and gay boys eye-raping you, to name a few.  You go into the teachers lounge and help yourself to a cup of coffee. The first bell rings and you nod to a few of the female teachers staring and you and drooling in the corner of the lounge before making your way to your classroom.  The room is mostly full, save for a few empty desks. You walk in and place your briefcase and coffee down on your desk wordlessly. You circle to the chalkboard and write your name in the middle of it. “Good morning students,” You say, turning around to face the class. “My name is Maxwell Grey. Please call me Mr. Grey while in class, you can call me anything else you’d like outside of the classroom,” You add suggestively. “Lets start by taking role. Matthew Adams?” “Here.” “Catherine Bealls?” “Present, Mr. Grey,” A nerdy-looking girl stares up at me from the front row. “Kaitlyn DeSantos?” “Here.” You continue through the long list marking off checks next to names to signify that the students are present. You reach one of the last names on your list. “Mia Valdano?” No answer. Your eyes scan the room. You move on to finish the attendance and then begin to cover the course syllabus. “This is your higher level Literature class. We’ll be covering a number of different works this year, including The Scarlet Letter, Hamlet, and the Great Gatsby, to name a few. And I strongly support watching the movie version along with the books. Also I-” You’re interrupted by the door flying open. A girl, probably around 5'6" with a curvy figure and flawless tan skin and dark wavy hair, stands in the doorway.  You smirk. “You must be Miss Valdano,” You say, motioning for her to come in to the classroom.  Her breasts bounce slightly beneath her short sundress as she walks towards you, and you estimate that they must be at least C-cups, if not D’s. “You guessed it,” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. You look her straight in her eyes and something sparks between us. You swallow and break the silence. “Have a seat, Miss Valdano. I was just getting to the exciting part of the syllabus.” She walks away, her shapely ass noticeably swaying from side to side as she walks. You clear your throat and keep reading. “Being tardy to this class is unacceptable. 3 tardies gets you a detention with me.” You make sure to lock eyes with Mia again.  She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. You finally finish with the syllabus a few minutes before class is over. “Looks like our time is up,” You say. “You’re all dismissed.” The students all get up, the noise level rising as they begin chattering to each other about their next classes. “Miss Valdano, may I speak with you for a moment?” Mia looks up and then murmurs something to her group of friends who then separate from her as she walks to the front of the classroom. “Yes, Mr. Grey?” You take a seat in the chair behind your desk. “I just wanted to let you know that the tardy policy still stands even on the first day. That’s strike one for you,” You say, seeming uninterested with her. “Are we clear?” She looks like she wants to complain, but she shuts her mouth, then says,“I understand, Mr. Grey.” You look up at her. “Good.”

The first weeks go by quickly. Mia is tardy a second time. A handful more students are tardy a first time. By this point, you’ve also begun to figure out who the promising students are. Mia is one of them. Careful of her wording in her speech and writing, everything is phrased beautifully. You try to imagine what she’s like outside of class, how she is in bed and what kind of experience she has. You decide that she’s the one. She’ll likely go for you, since you’re young, 23 and just out of college, and you’re attractive. You’ve noticed continuous stares from people, but you notice that she tries to act uninterested.  You look in the school’s computer system to check when her birthday is. It passed already this year, so she is 18 and no longer a minor. The third time she’s tardy is a Thursday. You’re going over a chapter summary of the current work the class is studying when she flies through the doorway. “Miss Valdano, that’s your third absence. See you at 3:30 today in this room for detention. Don’t be late.” Her face turns a deep shade of red as the class “ooohs” at her. You quickly turn their attention back to the book.

3:30 comes. Mia comes flying through the door and takes a seat at a desk. “Good afternoon, Miss Valdano,” You say, walking over to shut and lock the door. You close the blind over the door’s window.  Then you walk over to her desk where she taps her foot nervously. “So what’s my assignment, Mr. Grey?” She asks, looking anywhere but at you. You soften in order to draw her in. “Whatever you see fit, Mia.  We have an hour and a half.”  You turn and go back to your desk. You lean back in your chair and prop your feet up on the desk. You pretend to occupy yourself with a book. You look up occasionally to see what she’s doing and almost every time you catch her staring. “You’re not going to get much work done by staring at me, Mia.”  You stand up and walk over to her desk. “Do you need help with something?” You say. She hesitates for a moment, then says “Oh, fuck it.”  She throws herself at you, pressing her lips to yours and you jump into action. Your hands frantically move to undress her. You lift her up, still making out and place her on your desk. Her shirt and bra land on the floor and she loosens your tie. You slip your shirt off over your head, revealing your perfectly chiseled body to her. You put your hands on her tits, feeling her nipples hardening beneath your fingers. Your cock grows hard and strains against your pants. You unbuckle your belt and drop your pants and boxers, revealing your massive girth. She leans back on the desk, submitting to you. You push up her skirt and pull down her panties. “So wet for me already?” You tease, lightly tracing your fingers across her practically dripping pussy. You position yourself at her entrance and ram into her tight opening. She cries out and you cover her mouth with your hand, telling her she needs to keep quiet.  You keep your hand there as you begin thrusting into her. She lets out muffled moans and you grunt as you force yourself into her tight hole. You start to thrust faster as her pussy clenches around your cock, signaling she’s close to orgasm. Her back arches and her cry is muffled as she reaches her high. You’re almost there too, your grunts getting more frequent and your thrusts getting faster and sloppier. You moan as you hold yourself inside her, forcing your seed into her fertile pussy. She tries to push you away but it’s too late. You clean yourself up quickly and get dressed. She covers her breasts as if she’s just now realizing that she’s naked. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Miss Valdano,” I say, straightening my tie. “Your time is up. You’re dismissed.”

[imagineyourepregnant]

Diary of a pregnant breeder in space- part 7

READ PART 1 HERE READ PART 2 HERE READ PART 3 HERE READ PART 4 HERE READ PART 5 HERE READ PART 6 HERE

There are lots of kinky seeders in the colony that make our lives, the breeders, very difficult.

For example, there is one group, knows as “The Checkers”, are always treat us like we are some experiments they wanna “check out”. They always walk around with nurse hat and surgical mask, and white doctor/nurse outfits.

One time they grabbed me and take me to their lab, which they there tied me to a surgical bed and start to massage my belly with their white gloved hands, and start to rub their bulges over my belly. Some shemales seeders with nurse outfit start to fuck me in terns, while the males “doctors” watching from the side as one of them, a pixie black haired shemale with white nurse hat and white mask, hold my hips as she pistoned her huge member close to my whole and said- “im the merciful nurse that will take your verginity”- and slammed her huge member into me, trying to break my water.

They dont use breeders for breeding.

They use us for sport.

As the Orgy started, males and shemales doctors and nurses (tho they didnt were all those things) were standing in circle around me, Pressing hard on my belly with their hands, while one of them was fucking me in the ass, focusing on breaking my water, which was painfuly hurt.

After hours of torture, they were releasing me from my bonds and letting me crawl to my room, with no help, because i was so bloated i couldnt walk, only to watch me as my over flooded asshole, shoot cum with each movement i make. Then when i was finaly close to the door- i felt a sharp pain as a woman’s heel was stepping hard on my ass and pinned me down, only to flip me over on my back and press on my huge belly hard with her feet.

“Where do you think you are going?” she said coldly beyond her white surgical mask as she removed her skirt and revealed a huge black strap on which was a vibrator too. She knelt down on the floor and spread my legs apart, shoving her huge vibrating strap-on into me withsuch a force that my water broke right there.

She smirked wickedly and start thrusting hard into me, although i was in labour, not carrying for the babies at alk, while her group watching me and masturbating arround me, shooting their loads over my contracting belly while she keep fucking me on and on, even when the babies start crowning she didnt care. I came countless times, mess of cum and urine (yes few of them urinated on me) and finaly i gave birth after i loss my consciousness several times from pain and pleasure.

Other group, known as “The Strappers”, are walking around with Black strapps outfits, and usually knock the breeders on a net of strapps. I heard that they use to give fists to the breeders in the belly, thinking its ‘turning them on’ (you got the idea)…

Im glad i didnt come across them.

Other group, the “Bolds” are as they name suggest- all bolds, and they use to fuck breeders wherever they come across one.

Unfortunately, i did come across them one day, in the dining room. I start to chat with a new food service boy (he was very cute) and he was about to ask me to go for a date, when i felt a strong hand pressing hard on my shoulders.

I turned around… And freaked out.

“Hello Thomas” said a bold seeder with no eyebrowrs and eyelids, only his lips where painted in silver. “Making new friends i see” he smirked wickedly and stared on the food service boy that looked scared and return to his work like nothing happened between us.

“My buddies and i wanna have some fun” the bold muscular tall guy continued, “and they want it now”.

I felt strong hands lift me up and carry me to the dining table, then pinning me down against the cold wood. I struggled but the strong hands where holding me down while the bold guy unzipped his pants and shoved his 14 inches cock into me and start raping me right there, with no one to stop him.

Thanks to the modifications i had, it didn’t hurt me much as a young breeder would have had, but it still was very uncomfortable. I thought he never gonna finish untill i felt a strong stream of hot thick sperm shooting deep into my womb and filling me with babies. Then he pulled out and made some room for his buddies to take turns with me, but fortunately, the breeders called the colony officers, and they pull back the gang members from me and took them away.

Few breeders helped me get up and clean myself before they took me back to my chambers, putting me on the bed and let me rest.

It wasnt a rare sight in the colony, when seeders are raping breeders. Every once for awhile we heard a breeder got raped. Nothing new.

That was the life in the space colony. No one cared. As long as we breed and give birth- no one bother us.

Untill one day, that all changed…

When the aliens came.