My Handler says I've reached the perfect size. He runs his hands over this massive belly every night, kissing it, telling me how proud he is of how full I am.
I can't move. I can barely breathe sometimes. But I've never felt more perfect.
I'm just laying here in my pink haze, letting myself be a heavy, full, helpless little doll. I don't need to do anything. I just need to exist.
But I feel it. Deep in my core... my body is already starting to stir. The heat is coming back. The next cycle is already whispering to me.
For now though? I'm just going to stay soft, stay full, and let him keep me comfortable.
I'll be ready again soon. 🍼💕

















