Look at her. Stare at her seemingly endless curves, at how overwhelmingly maternal she has become. Now look down at your only body, so flat and empty and unfulfilled in comparison. Legally you may be considered an adult, but next to her you’re nothing but a little girl.
Do you see the look on her face, that perfect combination of smugness, contentment, and arousal? Can you honestly say you’ve ever felt that way before in your own life? Of course not, you realize after looking at her. Because something is missing.
You could so easily look just like her, if you really wanted to. And it wouldn’t even really require much work; in actuality you’d just have to stop doing a lot of things. You’d have to stop taking birth control, stop slaving away at some unfulfilling job, stop dragging yourself to another boring spinning class surrounded by dozens of other women just as skinny and not living up to their potential as you are.
All you’d have to do is breed and grow, each successive baby filling you making you that much bigger than the last. Soon it will be your breasts that are massive, engorged, and heavy with milk. Soon it will be your belly that dominates your body, and your wide, soft hips that men clamber over themselves to grab. And you’ll be the one who at last gets to wear that wonderful expression.
What are you waiting for again, exactly?
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