Before I was bred, I was a taut little slut. I was thin, my skin flawless and pale and even. My nipples a ghostly shade of pink, my belly so trim and flat.
Then, a man decided I would be a mother. His little bastard started to grow in my womb. My breasts began to fill with milk for his son, my nipples darkening. My skin strained as my ass, thighs, and tits got fatter, covering me with ugly and uneven stretch marks. And of course, my belly became huge as his son got bigger and bigger. I was like a balloon that had been filled up and stretched, a ruined toy.
After I gave birth, I realized I'd never be able to go back to how I was. Being bred changed me forever. Now, even if I never got pregnant again, I'd be like a big empty bag. An oversized envelope with nothing inside. A saggy, ugly, empty, pathetic thing. I desperately wanted to feel like I was the right size again. To feel taut.
So I went back and let him put another son in me.
