You make it clear that you don't want child before marriage. Your conservative family will disown you. Condoms, pills, we get it all. But what you don't know is that I've been swapping your birth control for those prenatal vitamins. Imagine the shock you have when you find out you're pregnant and the horror imagination of the excruciating labor pain in nine months. But whether you want it or not, slowly you find yourself drawing to the idea of me keeping you pregnant one after another.
I’m laying in bed, rubbing the massive dome of belly you gave me. My due date was last week, and I don’t feel any closer to giving birth. I’d never admit it, especially after how hard my good conservative family flipped when they found out I was knocked up out of wedlock, but... I like it. Being this big and round, my body round and feminine, my breasts full of milk and my womb of life. My hands slide up, rubbing my ample breasts and causing milk to well up from my seemingly always pert nipples. The touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, down my spine and into my pussy, making my clit ache and my well bred hole drip with arousal. I’m always sooooo turned on now, and more than once I’ve grounded hard and fast against my pillows to make myself cum. These delicious, sinfully hot pregnant hormones make me crave your cock, make me want to feel another big hot load inside me... I sit up, pulling off my camisole (it’s stretched tight tight tiiiiiight over my big belly) and lean back, my legs falling open. I open my camera and angle it just so, snapping a photo of what you did to me, how pregnant you made me, and send it to you with me message—
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