would like a rapist that pauses as he’s brutally raping me and pisses inside my wrecked little cunt because he doesn’t want to pull out even for a second even to relieve himself send post
Do you want your belly to swell, to feel my baby grow inside you? Week after week, my baby will get bigger and bigger. From not being able to feel a thing on conception to having your organs pressed on, my baby’s kicks showing through your belly. Your life will change in every way possible. The constant pressure and squirming in your abdomen will never let you forget that you’ve taken on a new responsibility and role in life. Whatever other goals or dreams you had, they’re done. It’s a mutual sacrifice that we must both make in order to live out our true purpose: breeding. I will breed you. Unprotected sex, over and over again. Always finishing inside you. Claiming your womb, your body, for myself. A wedding ring can be taken off or can’t be seen from a distance. It’s not a good enough mark for my property. Your big, heavy belly? Even from far away, people will see your waddle, your huge baby-filled belly sticking out in front of you. Full term, it hangs down between your legs. That’s how I truly make you mine. The best part is that you’re such a good little whore that you crave it. You want me to take your womb from you. You’ll beg me to. The feeling of my babies readjusting and fighting for space in side of you will be the most sensual feeling you ever have. I can’t wait to give it you, and make you a good breeding slut like you know deep down that you’re meant to be. I can’t wait to love and own you how you deserve.
Use my tits every hour of every day. Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, but most of all suck on them. Suck on my nipples, hard. Like you're feeding from me. Make me present for you and feed you with my tits while you jerk off. Suckle on me until it hurts, until I cry, then keep going and make me cum while you do it. Make it pleasurable. Confuse my silly cow brain.
Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.
Make me moo and don't let me cum until everyone is fed. Then when they leave, suckle from me and play with my pussy until I beg to cum. Then fuck me again. Unload in my pussy again. Breed me. One day the milk will come. That's what you said, the more we do this, the more we stimulate my tits and my milk will come. I will feed you my milk soon. But until then keep sucking. Please keep sucking. Moo.
my dream partner is someone who has a carnal need to impregnate me. they want the hormonal ups and downs. the cries because its hard but its so worth it. the weight gain, the sensitive nipples, the huge belly. they can’t wait until i’m leaking and smell like milk.
“s’ not gross sweetheart, you smell taken. bred. smell like mine.” they’d say. when i whisper to them about my fear of getting too big for them, they’ll say they’ll work harder in the gym so they can carry me around. they dream of the day they’ll be able to press their nose into my breast and find it weeping of milk. milk for our sweet baby growing inside me.
they even want the little accidents i make. when the baby kicks my bladder out of nowhere and tears fill my eyes because i wasn’t able to hold it in. no, they wouldn’t look away in disgust. they’ll kiss my cheek and clean me up. tell me its just a little piss. but in the depths of the night, my flushed face and damp panties will keep them awake. keeps their core warm and needy. its because of how full they made me that i pissed myself- and god does that get them off.
they want everything that comes with not pulling out, they want everything that came after that positive pregnancy test. and after those nine months? they want everything. the happy and slightly cluttered with toys home. the baby socks mixed in with their laundry. the sleepless nights. the baby bottles drying at the sink. they want it all.
waddling, heavy bellied, arched back, and full tits. thats exactly what they need and thats exactly how they’ll keep me <3
You’re constantly being asked if you’re due any day now. Every time you get asked I get a little turned on. Every time someone’s in shock you have over two months to go, I get turned on knowing I got you so big. Seeing you put your hand on your stomach reflexively each time just does something. Hearing your breathy responses because I know you’re struggling to breath normally already. Seeing you waddle more slowly each day. Hearing people follow up with asking if you’re pregnant with twins. Fuck that’s my favorite. That’s when I really mentally relish in it.
I don’t know where the baby fever came from, it started off earnestly, telling me you wanted this and then just escalated to you teasing and tempting me every opportunity you got until I got you pregnant.
I constantly think about the night I got you pregnant. You had been asking me for a while if we could have a baby. You’d whisper “will you pretty please get me pregnant tonight?” In my ear whenever you wanted sex. Nibbling at my ear knowing it’s a weak spot. You’d have me go down on you but start by having me kiss your flat stomach, pleading with me “imagine how much more you’d have to kiss if I had a bump.” When I’d be pressed up behind you, kissing your neck and cupping and massaging you tits you’d moan “imagine how much bigger they’ll get.”
When we’d have sex you’d wrap your legs around me and moan loudly in my ears begging me to finish inside you. “Please! Pretty please! Do anything you want to me. Just finish in me!” You’d ride me and sit on me to make eye contact and I could see it in your eyes. You calculating on how to overwhelm me with pleasure so I lost any sense of self control.
And it became a cat and mouse game. Knowing I’d lose sooner or later I wanted you to show me how bad you wanted this. And after a while you stopped begging me to get you pregnant and started talking about “when you got pregnant.”
“Can you imagine what it’s going to be like when a bump starts growing? You’re going to have more of me to kiss” You’d ask me as I was kissing your flat stomach. “When I get big enough that laying flat on my back can’t hide it anymore?” “I can’t wait to not be able to see you when you go down on me.”
Anytime we’d shower together “picture me at __ months.” “Picture me at __ weeks” “how big do you think I’ll get?” “Will you still find me sexy even when I’m naked and my belly hangs low?” “Imagine how big my boobs will get- how big do you think you can make them?”
I finally gave in after a couple of weeks of you just walking around naked at home constantly describing your body now and which changes you were more excited for. You’d caress your own tits and tell me you think you’ll go up 4-5 sizes. Telling me how you’re imagining them being heavier, harder and seeing veins. Asking me if I’d want to try any, or if I thought it was weird. You’d caress the area under your belly button while lookin at yourself in the mirror and then look at me through the reflection of mirror. “Can you see it?” You’d put your pants on before your tops and ask some variation of “How quickly do you think I’ll outgrow these pants?” “How long till I can’t zip up my pants anymore because my belly is popping out and poking out right here?” I had to give it to you. You wanted it bad and I was getting weaker every day. I knew you could sense it.
When it finally happened you teased me all day. We were home all day. Bad weather. Just you and me. And you were all over me. Kissing me. Telling me how much you wanted my baby. Wearing an oversized shirt and telling me “this is going to be the shirt I wear every week when I take a picture” pulling the shirt tightly against your body so we could see your “starting point.”
And then you made it all about my pleasure. You didn’t want anything in return except a positive pregnancy test. Going down on me in nothing but that oversized shirt until I was squirming and then looking up at me with the most devilish eyes that said one thing. “Finally” and then you hopped on top of me and started grinding hard. I put my hands on you hips and started thrusting hard into you. And you fucking begged me. Pretty please. Please please. Fuck me harder. Finish in me. Do it. Fucking finish inside me. I want you. I want you to do it. And it all happened so fast. All of the sudden you locked your legs around me and I finished in you.
“Finally.”
And now you’re 30 weeks pregnant. Measuring a few weeks ahead. And you don’t fit into the shirt I got you pregnant in anymore. That shirt looks way too tight around the chest and you cant pull it down to your bellybutton. We’ll be laying in bed together, my hand on your huge belly and you’re already asking me sweetly “when should we go for the next one?”
babymaking after you see me playing with your niece / nephew … >.<
seeing how quick i was at swooping down and taking them in my arms, offering to help your sister so she can tend to the newest addition in their family. your nephew / niece cooing and calling me auntie all excitedly while kicking their chubby little legs. watching me easily cradle them on my hip as i help out.
i just look so… natural with the little ones. like i finally found my place, my peace. my eyes are squinted from how happy i am, my cheeks are bunched up. so when we’re finally left alone- you need to see me in that glow again and you’re gonna give it to me <3
Kiddo feels weird because I've been touching him a lot? That's normal, buddy, all boys feel like that sometimes. Come sit on my lap and I'll help you make it better. Good kid, let's see what we're working with. Stop squirming. You feel funny? What, right here? When I rub it? Oh precious, it's okay. I know, I know, stay still for me. That's it. You sound so pretty. It's alright, keep making those cute sounds for me. No I'm not gonna stop, if I stop it won't get any better. Trust me, I know. How I know? It's because I'm a big boy, and big boys do this by themselves. But you're too little to know that yet. Don't even worry about it. I'll take care of my little boy so good. Open up those pretty lips, I'll give you my fingers, since it calms you down. I need you all relaxed for what we're about to do. Take a deep breath now and close your eyes. You're about to feel soooo good.
inventing a new kind of sex where you crawl into my lap as pathetic as you want to be and unburden your heart to me and no matter what you say i pet your hair and coo in a soft voice that you’re so brave for telling me and it’s gonna be okay and then i hold you and let you suck on my tits for several hours while i rub your back. and you’re still the top btw
ummm the concept of one of my chores being getting daddy off when he needs it. getting rid of his morning wood with a lazy handjob, sucking him off while he watches tv, spreading my legs when he needs to blow off steam after work. getting allowance for it ofc.
priest dad who desperately tries to repent after raping his son but it felt so good he went back into his sons room the following night to do it again (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
It’s unholy, he knows. He holds his rosary and whispers prayers but his hips won’t stop moving, his son is just so warm and tight around him, how was he expected to stop?
Imagine a slug the size of your arm deciding your ass or womb is the perfect home and it squeezing it's way in stretching you so delightfully wide as it forces it's way inside you
The slime dripping down your legs and constantly leaking making you wet as the slug just squirms around inside you. It's so good you decide to find another one and encourage it inside you.
Maybe you cant stop shoving the biggest slugs you can find inside you until you look heavily pregnant with twins or maybe even triplets. Your stomach squirms and you can feel them when you press it, they just feel so good and squishy inside.
Use my tits every hour of every day. Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, but most of all suck on them. Suck on my nipples, hard. Like you're feeding from me. Make me present for you and feed you with my tits while you jerk off. Suckle on me until it hurts, until I cry, then keep going and make me cum while you do it. Make it pleasurable. Confuse my silly cow brain.
Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.
Make me moo and don't let me cum until everyone is fed. Then when they leave, suckle from me and play with my pussy until I beg to cum. Then fuck me again. Unload in my pussy again. Breed me. One day the milk will come. That's what you said, the more we do this, the more we stimulate my tits and my milk will come. I will feed you my milk soon. But until then keep sucking. Please keep sucking. Moo.
i yearn for… and desire… hard thick cock sliding against my pussy over my clit again and again with someone teasing me for how wet i’m getting until i reluctantly cum and as my walls are clenching and i’m whining through the orgasm they force their dick inside me and start fucking me senseless like a stupid little self-lubricating toy
no no sweetheart, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. moms got you, you don’t have to be scared. don’t you like that feeling in your tummy? how wiggly everything feels? i know you do, it’s okay. here, give me your hand, i just wanna show you something, that’s all. you know how much mom loves you, how happy you make me, how perfect i think you are, right? this is just another way that we can love each other, kiddo, that’s all. and you wanna show me how much you love me, don’t you?
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