CNC Breeding Fantasy
I’m pinned under you, legs shoved wide, wrists trapped above my head. You’re so much bigger, so much stronger, and I’m thrashing, pleading with my whole body not to let you finish inside. I keep saying no, no, please pull out, I don’t want a baby, I can’t be a mom yet, Im 19, I’m too young, but you don’t listen. You just keep slamming in deeper until your hips lock against mine and I feel it. the hot, thick pulse of you cumming, flooding me, filling me up even while I’m crying and begging you to stop.
You stay buried inside after, cock still twitching, plugging every drop in so it has no choice but to take. I can feel it already, that heavy, warm weight settling low in my belly like it’s claiming me from the inside out. You finally pull out slow, and I watch thick white leak from my sore hole, but most of it stays trapped. I’m ruined already and it’s only the first time.
My tits hurt first. They were D cups, cute in tight tops with a push-up bra. Now they swell fast, ballooning several cup sizes bigger, growing impossibly full and round, skin taut and firm. They hang heavy on my chest, straining every bra and top I own until i can’t even get them on anymore. The weight pulls at me constantly, making them bounce and jiggle with every step. My nipples darken and thicken, spreading wide and prominent, stiff and sensitive. I cup them and they throb, sloshing with milk I didn’t ask for, so engorged they ache for relief. They’re massive now, obscene and impossible to ignore. I stare in the mirror and hate how they hang, how none of my shirts or bras fit, how everyone can tell just by looking that I’ve been bred.
My hips crack and widen next. I feel the bones shifting, spreading, making room for the baby you forced into me. My ass gets fatter, rounder, thighs thickening until my jeans won’t button anymore. I waddle a little already and I’m only a few weeks in. My center of gravity is fucked. I look like I was built to push your kid out.
My pussy is ruined. Your cock stretched it so wide it doesn’t snap back. The lips stay puffy and loose, gaping a little even when I’m empty. It’s always wet now, slick dripping down my inner thighs no matter what I do. I clench around nothing and it aches, throbs, remembers exactly how your cock split me open. I’m horny all the time, leaking, desperate, clit swollen and sensitive. I rub myself raw trying to make it quiet but it only gets worse.
Pregnancy brain hits hard. My thoughts feel slow like I’m underwater. I forget words mid-sentence, lose my keys five times a day, stare at nothing for minutes. All I can focus on is the ache between my legs and the weight in my tits. My mind keeps looping back to that night, replaying how full you made me, how good it felt even when I hated it. I get dumber every week, foggy and scatterbrained, a ditzy knocked up teen who can’t string thoughts together without thinking about cock.
I walk around town and people stare. They see the swollen belly starting to show, the heavy leaking tits, the way I press my thighs together to stop the constant leaking. All they see is a dumb knocked up slut who let some guy pump a baby into her. I can’t hide it. I’m just a milky, cock-hungry mess now, waddling and leaking and aching to be used again, and there’s nothing I can do to take it back.
