So… I think many of you may have seen the picture making it’s way around the Internet. If not, here it is…
So I’ve been fielding dozens of questions from reporters, fans, and mpreg fetishists out there asking who captured me and how I got free and in general what the hell was going on. Figured I’d just answer the question here for everybody and make it clear.
This wasn’t the work of some super villain.
I wasn’t really in danger.
Truth be told… ever since I met my alien lover and learned about the joys of all kinds of sex, I’ve been dabbling and experimenting. So this… this was all consensual bondage play. It’s something I’d been wanting to try and I found a willing participant and fellow super. Sharpshooter, who already had a thing for my womb.
Sharpshooter thought it would be amusing to tie me down to a bed in this grungy little motel just outside of the city. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he had cuffs that weakened my powers. On my back, my womb was an effective restraint as well, effectively pinning me down to the bed. I was like that for hours, teased and sucked and ignored and… everything.
I know it may not look like it, but I was enjoying myself. One of the first things Sharpshooter did was rile up all the babies by jiggling and bouncing my womb hard. Soon there was a wave of kicking and turning inside of me. And if you’re doubting I was enjoying myself… well… it’s easy to see how aroused I was.
So, the moral of the story here is this… when your friend promises you that he’s not going to send a photo of you in a compromising situation to anybody… don’t believe him. Right, Sharpshooter? RIGHT?!
(Thank you AGAIN to the amazing Bredbydemons for this awesome sketch!)