Need to be bred like an animal. Keep track of my ovulation to know when the best time to pump me full of cum. Starting the day with a pillow under my hips getting bred and ending it in doggy pussy dripping with load after load

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Need to be bred like an animal. Keep track of my ovulation to know when the best time to pump me full of cum. Starting the day with a pillow under my hips getting bred and ending it in doggy pussy dripping with load after load
Squirming and quietly moaning as I think about how good it’d feel to be so heavy and full of your babies. How the skin from my chest down to my cunt would be so heated and taut from just how much I’d swell over the months as your babies grew inside me. How my chest—flat before you bred and claimed me—are now two small mounds, puffy and so prone to leaking. Even the slightest drag of fabric or fingers over my nipples sending them into overdrive. They’re not the only things that constantly leak though, with the area between my thighs constantly slick with need. You always seem to find me trying to make this burning desire subside, rubbing my thighs together desperately in an attempt for some friction as I stopped being able to reach my pussy long ago. You’d always take these moments as I whine for your help to admire my belly, so round now as is starts to drop ever so slightly over the days, all because your babies are starting to settle so heavily in my pelvis, getting ready to be birthed in the coming weeks. You can’t help but rub my aching swell constantly, especially at moments like this before you finally help me in my moment of need—obsessed with how it feels under your fingers and how it makes me look. How it changed everything about me, and for the better.
you want to be bred so badly? fine, i've deposited my clutch of eggs inside of you. hundreds of tiny, frogspawn-like eggs have filled your womb. you already look full term.
O-oh god oh fuck I'm s-so heavy!.. h-how did you manage this without me knowing
oh god I'm not sure I can sit up I'm so heavy 😩
It was our dream for you to end up looking like this for most of our marriage. You wanted to look like this so badly. Ever since we started dating, while we made love, you constantly begged for me to make you a mommy.
When the day finally came that we found out that you were pregnant, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other! We were constantly cuddled up together the both of us feeling your non-existent baby bump. Taking about how much you were going to change and grow during your pregnancy!
Skip 8 months.
Are you lying in our bed rubbing your now huge bump. Waiting for me to get home from work. Once in the bedroom, you whisper to me. You want to bring this baby into the world the way I got her pregnant. She then asks if she should go go put on the lingerie I bought her the night I got her pregnant.
Get Me High and Fuck Me into Labor
I’m a massive stoner and I happen to also be 2 weeks overdue with the biggest twins you’ve ever seen on such a short trans guy
I get hornier and hornier the higher I get and beg you to pound my obscenely pregnant pussy 🥵
after my last post, things really got intense. the pressure really ramped up, and i had to labor in the tub for a while. it took only two more hours to get to ten centimeters, but those hours before they finally let me push are always the worst. yes, after eight pregnancies i know how to breathe through the contractions, how to pant to distract myself from the urge to push. but that doesn’t change the fact that in that moment, all i want to do is to bear down. to plant my foot against the midwife’s shoulder and work that baby out, inch by burning inch.
anyway, after two hours i had plenty of time to do that. i don’t talk a lot about the parents of the babies i carry, but suffice it to say one of them was well over 6’3, and broad beyond that. they told me they didn’t know who inseminated me, since they both submitted samples, but when that head started to crown, i did. i knew she was massive from the moment i felt her entire my birth canal. avery filmed the labor, since the parents requested it, and when i watched it back just now i had to turn the volume down when i started to moan ‘fuck, fuck, fuck she’s a big one.’ over and over, i grunted and sobbed and told the midwife ‘she’s huge, she’s too huge,’ till even she was saying ‘i know she’s a big one, but you can get her out.’ i didn’t realize i was being so loud. then again, i was focused on the heavy head pressing up against my aching vagina. that sort of thing will make you a little inconsiderate.
she was just too big to get out with the help of gravity. even though i liked pushing in the water i couldn’t get her to stop peeking just a little bit out with a push, and then slipping back in whenever i took a break until i got out and dropped into a squat. it was agony, but my body knew it was what i needed. even with that help, i still had over an hour to go. at five in the morning, after three straight hours of careful pushing, i finally delivered my biggest baby yet, an 11 lb 7 oz baby girl. her giant of a father took her right after i pushed out her hips, and she even looked huge in his arms. “god look at her! i’m so sorry,” was the first thing he said to me. now that i’ve slept and there’s an ice pack on my throbbing cunt, everything is forgiven.
Need a man to force me to carry his baby. I want everyone to know who I belong to, what I slut I am for letting this happen to me
Stuffed myself full of eggs to the point it feels like my cunt might burst and now I’m letting them sit in me for the last 30 mins of a movie. The pressure is so intense and they want to slip down but my clothes are too tight for them to go anywhere but half way out and stretch open my sopping wet hole