Being coerced or talked into getting knocked up is such a huge turn on for me. Someone teasing me about how badly I want it, how much my body is clearly made for it, and all the changes I would go through if I gave in to that primal desire.
Or, alternatively, being hypnotized into getting off on it even more than I already do. Until it’s all I can think about, my body constantly aching to be bred. That constant throbbing between my legs, an overpowering need that can only be satisfied by being filled in the riskiest of ways, until the inevitable happens…
