A kinky work in progress with my dom

[preggogif]

YES YES YES!!!

[getmefullo]

It took me way too long to realise that I’d been brainwashed into feminism. Like, have you ever heard of something as ridiculous as men and women being the same? We are meant to be different- we serve different purposes: women to submit and men to dominate. Modern society has taught us to move away from our biological purpose.

Gus taught me that, and as it dawned on me that all I had to be was a womb, and push out babies, I felt a sense of calm and steadiness. Now I’m growing his twins, and he shows me off as a reply: his perky young breeding girl. He’s promised me that I’ll be having a pregnancy a year till I’m 30 :)

[heavywithourbabies]

[getmefullo]

”Great pedigree babe, want to meet up?” Was the first message he sent me after we matched.

I hate when guys lead with that. Just because the info is a legal requirement to be on the app, it doesn’t actually mean anything. Still… his profile picture was pretty hot: I’m a sucker for abs and nice arms.

“Thanks! I don’t think I wanna follow in their footsteps though!” I responded. “I’m gonna be first in my family to get a degree!”

“Haha, cute that you think you can ignore your biology. The last five women in your family pushed out over 10 babies each. The app says there’s a 98% chance you’ll do the same.” He replied. “Wanna meet up?”

We did meet up. He laughed when I told him I was majoring in Literature.

That night we fucked in his car. I haven’t read a book since.

Now that I’m a month out from delivery, I thought I’d ask him his favourite things about me:

My pedigree

My tits

how dumb i am.

He likes to introduce me as his “favourite cow”.

[misogynyforgirls2]

A dumb cow is a cute cow, and you wanna be nice and cute don't you? Get a nice, big belly and let what's left of your tiny female brain leak out as you jiggle and wobble around, it's for your own good really.

[misogynyforgirls2]

Objectify, sexualise, and dominate. That's all women need to be the good, obedient sex slaves of the patriarchy. Your little brain can handle that, can't it?

[perpetual-baby-machine]

[aspiringpatriarch]

A woman content in her place, fullfiling her most important mission. The only thing missing to make this picture perfect is her husband, her owner, with his hand on her head, praising her for being such a wonderful property.

[alexandre-velestant]

Women, stop thinking that a job away from home will make you happy. Embrace your femininity fully, become a traditional and devoted housewife.

[breedingthepatriarchy2]

[fatfemmebear]

Hucow farm where they strap you down with your udders hanging to be milked, and offer complimentary dildos to keep your horny hole satisfied while you’re sucked continuously. And your dumb hucow brain gets so used to being continuously fucked and you’re so unaware of anything outside of your teats, that you don’t even notice when a real person replaces the dildo and cums inside.

By the time you start to feel stirring low in your guts and understand why your belly has been swelling the past few months, it’s too late to do anything about it. But you’re okay with that. it feels right, that a slow, docile, needy cow like you should have a heavy, bred belly making every movement so ponderous and difficult.

Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, you’re vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person who’s holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.

[backyardboytoy]

Hey you-! Yes you! You have nipples right? Okay cool then you should look into becoming a milkable hucow or hubull. Yeah I said what I said! You've got nipples and that means you're made to be milked. You're a mammal after all! That means you can make it and you totally should. Because being milked feels sooooo good.

Don't you wanna feel so good being productive bovine? Have your nipples get more sensitive and bigger the longer you use them for their actual purpose? Chest getting bigger along with your nipples so you do a better job making milk?

Chest heavy and sloshing with creamy milk begging to be drunk. Nipples begging to be sucked and milked, and cumming really hard over it too. Only making more milk the longer you do it. And the heavier your chest gets, the better it feels to be such a good milk maker.

It's great fun and the horns and tails are also cute with most outfits }:3c

[breedingthepatriarchy2]

[lespregnancy]

The idea of a woman who is addicted to getting pregnant & giving birth. :3 She loves watching her body get bigger & more tender every month, all the attention she gets, & the intense orgasms she experiences while gravid & during delivery. Three months later, she already wants to get pregnant again like...woaw...

[patriarchalalpha2]

[theprettynosferatu]

[blameitonwhatilike]

[femalegazeforpregnancy]

What was big last month is now even bigger this month. It would be unbelievable if I didn’t have photo evidence. I already looked overdue and ready to pop. Now I can see peoples faces when they see me. There’s so much more of me to look at. And who has ever been able to turn away from watching a pregnant woman struggle?

Every breath I take has to be deep and slow now. Leaning back is the only way I can stand up because my pregnant belly is so heavy it pulls me forward. I’m constantly rubbing my stomach absentmindedly or intentionally because I don’t even feel like I’m me. My steps are slow and wide. When my hands aren’t on my stomach they are supporting my lower back. All my clothes is skin tight and what’s not skin tight I’m bursting out of. My stomach barely fits in anything. My belly button had popped out but now everything so stretched it’s flat again.

My stomach enters the room before I am able to slowly and awkwardly waddle in. I can’t drive anymore because I no longer fit behind the wheel. The last time I drove was over a month ago, I had to awkwardly shuffle in and suck it in as much as I could. I can’t sit without spreading my legs wide open. Sitting at tables has become a joke too. I can’t do anything in th kitchen because my stomach makes it hard to me to bend over enough so I can reach things on the counter.

And yet the best part of my pregnancy is you. You’re doing everything for me. You beg me every night to promise you we’ll do this again. And the bigger I get the more you try to make life easier for me so I say yes. You kiss my belly, you lift it up so I feel relief. You drive me around. You make every craving. You patiently wait for me to waddle around. You do everything for me to be comfortable so that at night when I’m propped upright in bed, trying to catch my breath while wearing no clothes, you love on me. You take in my naked body and ask what you can do to make me feel better. You kiss every inch of me. Including the parts I can’t see. You tell me how much you want me when I tell you I feel so undesirable. You made sure to figure out what gets me off and how to get me off at every size. With every change and sensitivity in my body. It’s hard for me to not feel worshipped. So when you ask me if we can do this again I haven’t said yes but it’s very hard for me to not smile as you dote on me and cater to my every need.

[breedingthepatriarchy2]

[breedingthepatriarchy2]

[breedingthepatriarchy2]