Being bred had given Shauna something she'd never expected: clarity. She knew, on the day she threw away her birth control pills and decided she was ready to have a baby, that her body would change irrevocably and that she'd deal with morning sick and mood swings. But she never expected to feel so serene, so utterly fulfilled by her pregnancy. Although she would never know exactly for sure, Shauna was fairly certain she knew exactly when she'd been impregnated, because within moments of her husband's cum hitting her unprotected womb she suddenly became aware of this overwhelming sensation of fulfillment crashing over. It was as if this great emptiness that had gnawed at her, for so long that she'd grown used to it, had suddenly and gloriously been satisfied.
With each week that passed, with each new inch of growth and pound she gained in her breasts, belly, and hips, Shauna became that much more confident that become round and full of life was the greatest achievement she would ever be capable of reaching. Of course she was proud of her diplomas she'd earned and marathons she'd run, but even those now felt like pale imitations of the pride she felt every time she cradled her increasingly perfect bump. Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones making her feel that, or the countless generations of natural selection, but Shauna didn't care. All of that was just further argument that she was designed to be pregnant, that growing and carrying babies was her natural state.
Of course, there were plenty of times when she didn't feel like a radiant fertility goddess.
The rest of the time, her vastly increased libido made her feel like a ravenous, cock-addled slut desperate to have her new curves manhandled by the man who made her this way. And if Shauna was being honest with herself, she was enjoying that other side of her new existence just as much.
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