(okay i get its diff from my usual stuff but if u dont like then just scroll sorry bbys)
Amanda felt a little odd at times, being so active in politics and thinking she was fairly intelligent, yet still finding herself getting off to forums degrading women and talking about some future where they have no rights and are exclusively property of men. She never really paid it much mind, and had done a great job separating the two aspects of her life, until she moved states and found a very very interesting friend group…
Despite Amanda being secretly attracted to the offhand misogynist comment every once in a while, she never acted on these feelings, much less hung out with anyone that held these beliefs with pride or talked about them openly. She had moved fairly recently, and could only find some friends at work, the new HOA office she was relocated to. She had lunch with these girls and had gone out drinking a few times, and they all seemed very nice! They talked about work, boys, and more niche hobbies they had, Amanda had thought them very simple people and even simpler to get along with.
This started to change once one of them got pregnant. It was by a man who wasn’t her husband, and even the label of boyfriend would’ve been gingerly awarded just for the frequency of casual sex they’d have. “Ugh, he pisses me off and he never answers his phone, I swear on my life I’m done with him.” Amanda’s friend would say, with Amanda too nervous to say anything, for fear of the obvious contradiction in her friend’s words escaping her lips. Amanda’s friend made similar comments throughout the next few months, with similar habits of forgetting anything she’d said as soon as he texted back or wanted to meet for more sex. Her belly grew bigger and bigger by the day, and Amanda had been so taken aback by her friend’s indifference to such a serious milestone in her life that she never even thought to ask her friend if she even wanted to keep it. That should’ve been the first thing I asked! Why didn’t I? I guess I let her carelessness influence me a bit too much…
Things started getting out of hand when another one of her friends got pregnant. Even Amanda couldn’t explain away the abnormalities. Sure they were all in their mid 20s, but both of the girls celebrating about bearing children had never even mentioned the men they were with when it happened… Wouldn’t they at least be happy to share this news with their friends? All she saw were her two friends lazily waddling about rooms, the first one pregnant almost at 9 months, the other just about 5-6 months now. Well, it’s their lives, and I’m happy for them nonetheless…
Then, just about a week later, all 5 of the girls had planned to get a nice big lunch together. The most pregnant one had to have the whole group sit at a regular table instead of a booth because of how big she was getting, so obviously the first topic of discussion was led with “Yknow, now that I look at it, you really are huge huh?” by one of Amanda’s barren friends. Barren?!? She’s just not pregnant?! Yes, so that’s how you distinguish them. They have names. The conversation went on and on about how the two ladies were doing with preparing for their kids, but oddly enough the men were still not mentioned once. Amanda had to take a step back from everything being talked about to ask one of the not gravid girls how their lives were going, just trying to get off this topic as soon as possible, just for one of the other friends to disappoint her entirely. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, but I’ll be popping one out to play with your kids soon enough!” Immediately all four of Amanda’s friends rejoiced, squealing and laughing over the happiness of the moment, with the girl just sharing the news rubbing her now flat tummy, almost proud to be expecting a belly just like her friends sometime soon. Are these girls seriously just getting pregnant because their friends are? Because their boy toys can’t wrap up? Because they can’t think for themselves?!??! The last thought lingered in Amanda’s brain. They really can’t think for themselves… And it’s almost like they’re so excited to give up more and more of their lives for men who couldn’t care less about them… God, I can’t stay here right now. “Sorry guys! Just gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!”
Amanda rushed to a stall as fast as she could and didn’t even bother to pull her pants down before she started to pleasure herself to the thought of how brainless and debased these women were. God, it’s only a matter of time before the fourth one gets pregnant, and I’ll be the only one left without any sense. These girls can’t help but spread their legs and just wait for their guts to swell and surge forward, giving up the autonomy of even their body as they grow uncontrollablyyyyyyYYYyyy… As Amanda finished, she began to clean up and attempted to fill her mind with other thoughts when one she couldn’t ignore came to mind. She would indeed be the only one without child. Excluded from almost every conversation these women were willing to have, as they’d go on and on about how their nursery looks or how much money they can afford to spend before maternity leave becomes a problem. I guess being pregnant isn’t as big of a decision as I thought, I mean just look at those morons out there, why should they get to waltz around without a care in the world and not me? I could find some random man to fuck me raw until I feel his warm seed fester inside of me and take control, giving myself up completely, and blaming it on “baby brain” or whatever shit these PTA Wholefoods obsessed losers come up with, eventually blending in perfectly and becoming even dumber and stupiderrrrrrrrrRRR… Oh fuck.
Amanda now had to work harder than ever to keep those dirty thoughts at bay, since just as she predicted, her last friend to get pregnant had finally done it, and the first one had given birth not too long ago. Not too surprising to Amanda, she had already started talking about trying to get busy having her second, as all the sycophants nodded in eerie unison. Amanda figured, Why not have a little fun of my own without any consequences just yet… Which meant meeting up with the girls for a little at home brunch, of course with bottomless orange-seltzer mimosas. As the first came in “Oh Amanda! So good to see you again, and thanks for inviting us! Your home is sooo cute I just love it!” “Oh of course don’t mention it! And I love it too, so I just had to invite you all over at least once!” As the two of them laughed, Amanda prepared herself mentally for what she was about to do.
As her other three friends filed in, now each with bellies of varying sizes, she greeted them all and offered the refreshments and snacks, which of course they good advantage of. “So Amanda, not that I don’t love seeing you all the time, but was there something you called us all over for? We don’t usually all hang out too often…” Amanda took a deep but quiet breath. “Well, first I do just love having people over, so there’s definitely that, but there is something I wanted to say… I’ve been hanging out with you guys so much, and I’m so happy you all are living your best lives pregnant…” to which they all nodded at each other with dazed and blissful smiles “But I REEEALLY need a baby in me! Like it’s just been wayyy too long and I’m starting to feel empty yknow?” Amanda stressed that high-pitched semi-valley girl accent to an almost comical degree, but of course her friends didn’t notice, why would they? “Ohmygod Amanda?!? Why didn’t you tell us sooner?!” Amanda knew she’d get that familiar tingly feeling from doing this, but she didn’t expect the wave of bliss when 3 pregnant women began to surrounded her telling her about all their cute guy friends, how much they agreed with feeling empty and useless before they got pregnant, all of them looking at the one who had just given birth mustering a flat smile, saying “Well, just a little more gunk in my cunt and I’ll be big and beautiful in no time!” God, so pathetic, and so fucking hot.
Even after an hour, the girls were still giggling like they were still in middle school, talking about holding hands with a boy they liked, but Amanda wouldn’t have felt this nervous even with the hottest man alive in front of her very eyes. She didn’t care, she kept pushing. “I just feel like my life would be so much easier if I just sat around all day and focused on growing a baby! It’s what we’re meant for after all…” The rush of agreement and head nodding came even before she finished her sentence, she felt like she could say no wrong. “Honestly, I feel like I need to fuck a guy raw tonight!” Her friends all laughed wholeheartedly, “Well hold on! Let us give you some options first girl!”
As her large-bellied friends all plopped themselves on the couch, doing research for Amanda’s future man of the night, Amanda couldn’t help but think of how the pulsing and throbbing in her pants was about to become obvious. Her friends didn’t notice the odd twitch or involuntary creased smile since they were busy looking through their following, but Amanda couldn’t take it anymore. She speedily walked over to the island in her kitchen, still in sight of her friends. She took a glass of water off the island and began to drink, drawing and possible attention away from the hand behind the counter and currently blasting herself without mercy. Fuck it, these morons are too busy being horny stupid cows to think about what I’m doing right now… She kept going and going, thinking about how she’d look next to all of her mindless friends with a belly to match, going so far down the rabbit hole that she’d have no hope of ever going back. Fuck, that was barely a minute, it was so good though… Her friends all gathered around her for the last time, having decided on a 6’ 1” brazilian man working in accounting, who definitely wanted a subservient woman, judging by the bible verse in his bio and at least one picture in every post with a coy smile and his arms around multiple women. Amanda let a weak smile take over as she thought about what her future held…
