My blog got shut down a few months ago but I decided to come back again because I just can’t stop supplying the world with beautiful big bellies. 

TL;DR: I’m back bitches

NURSING

What is colostrum and why are these sessions so dang expensive?

July 15, 2014 Nursing adult breast feeding, adult nursing relationship,adult wet nurse, adult wet nurse for hire,adult wet nursing, breast feeding, breast feeding fantasy, breast milk, colostrum, erotic lactation, feeding adults breast milk, fetish,human colostrum, lactation, milk maid,milkmaid, milky momma, milky momma wet nurse, nursing, wet nurse, wetnurse

I started offering colostrum nursing sessions this week.

Nursing this late in pregnancy can and does stimulate uterine contractions. My stomach was tight as a drum during most of todays session! This makes nursing a bit less comfortable for me but mainly my price reflects the cost of the medical supervision I have to undergo to do this.

If you are wondering whether a colostrum session is worth while, it would help to understand just what colostrum is and why its so limited. Here is some information borrowed from le leche leagues website.



The human breasts produce colostrum during mid – late pregnancy and through the first few days of breastfeeding. It is a specialized milk that is clear to yellow in color and syrupy in consistency. It is low in fat, and high in carbohydrates, protein, and antibodies to keep a baby healthy. 

 It is low in volume often not even an ounce is produced at a time but high in concentrated nutrition.

Colostrum provides large amounts of living cells and a high concentration of immune factors.

Colostrum works as a natural and 100% safe vaccine. It contains large quantities of an antibody called secretory immunoglobulin A (IgA). Colostrum also contains high concentrations of leukocytes, protective white cells which can destroy disease-causing bacteria and viruses.

In other words, colostrum is a crazy cocktail of immune boosting substances. Like breast milk, it still is not completely analyzed and the properties of some of its components are still being discovered. This is just the stuff weKNOW about it.

So for the next few weeks I am offering the chance to try a substance that few adults ever get to taste and you get to drink directly from my breasts and you might even get to be healthier for it!

As always, be safe out there folks and remember breast milk is only as healthy as the woman producing it.

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Why Milky Why?

July 13, 2014 Nursing about,desire, fetish, milky momma, money,motivation, nurse, nursing, personal, wet nurse, why

Perhaps the most frequently asked question I get is simply why do I do what I do?

Am I simply after the money?

On the simplest level, yes. I am here advertising because there is money to be made.

But there is a lot more to it than that.

I enjoy nursing and would probably continue to nurse adults sporadically as my time allowed even if there wasn’t a penny in it for me. I would just pop an ad up on craigslist when the mood struck to do so. Minimal time invested, fun had, back to life as we know it.

Offering nursing as a paid session simply allows me to do it on a regular basis!

I offer 2 sessions per day, 5 days a week, at the moment and charge $60 per session. Its a very reasonable price and makes my service accessible to anyone on nearly any income.

What I offer is hard to find. There is not a wet nurse on every corner. There is by far more demand than supply here. I could ask almost anything I wanted and get it. I could instead choose to charge $150 per session. I could easily book 4 in a week at that rate. If I booked a 5th, then I might have something left over after paying bills.

Wait…why am I not doing that?

Anywho…..I started offering fetish indulgence in answer to the large volume of requests for it. It does add an element of variety and interest. However the main reason I created the option, is to give my clients an outlet for those experiences they crave.

The bottom line is, if I am spending time with you instead of my children, then it darned well is going to contribute to their college funds.

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Colostrum!

July 9, 2014 Nursing ABF, adult breast feeding, adult nursing, adult nursing relationship, adult wet nurse, ANR, breast,breast feeding, breast milk, breast play,colostrum, fetish, milk, milky momma, nurse,nursing, wet nurse, wet nursing

I will start taking appointments for those wishing to sample colostrum July 14th.

This is a very very limited window of opportunity. Once baby arrives, any pending appointments will be canceled. august if all goes well. I can not in any way guarantee the length of these sessions or the amount of colostrum you will receive. It is by nature, a rare substance that is only produced in small quantities.

Nipple stimulation at this point in my pregnancy can induce labor which may mean your session will be ended early.

If you wish to make an appointment for colostrum you can utilize my appointy site.http://sk.appointy.com. Choose early ABF as your service.

 Please do not try booking for ABF before the 14th. I will not risk inducing labor before my baby is considered full term and your appointment will simply be deleted. You can also contact me at [email protected]. Please only use this email for setting appointments. Send your name and number, how far you will be traveling, and a range of day and times that will work for you with your email. Thanks

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I Am A Professional Adult Wet Nurse

July 7, 2014 Nursing ABF, adult breast feeding, adult nursing, adult nursing relationship, ANR, breast feeding, breast feeding fetish, breast milk, erotic lactation,fetish, milk, milky momma, nurse, nursing,wet nurse

Hello there!

I am sure you are reading this wondering what exactly a professional adult wet nurse is. Well put rather simply, I allow adults (usually men) to drink my breast milk directly from my breasts. I charge a fee per session and have strict rules of conduct that I expect my patrons to follow.

If you are thinking that sounds pretty awful, then I advise you to navigate away from this page and move on with your life.

If you think that what I do is intriguing and want to learn more, then please look around my page for more information!

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A Greedy, Ignorant Sow’s Destiny

WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers 18 years of age and older only.

Contains themes of: bbw, ssbbw, feedism, feeder & feedee, heavy weight gain, fat, gluttony, force feeding, laziness, mild slob, breeding & pregnancy, lactation, teasing, humiliation, degradation, being forced against one’s will, bondage & restraint, dominance & submission, sexual content, vulgar language and numerous porcine inferences. I suppose there may be a bit of a horror element to it as well.

This one is dark, gets a bit raunchy at times and contains descriptions of graphic, sexual acts… You have been WARNED!

(Yeah, I know, that just makes you want to read it even more… But I have to include these warnings for those seeking kinder, gentler fatty kink who stumble upon this stuff by accident… Honestly, the title alone should tell you what kind of story this is.)

This story also contains subject matter that some may consider ethically questionable or morally irresponsible. But please bare in mind that this is simply a bit a fantasy, fatty kink… No actual animals, plants, babies, fatties or housekeepers were harmed in the production of this piece of fantasy, fatty smut.

Synopsis: A lazy, greedy, opportunistic woman takes advantage of a wealthy man who is willing to do anything for her, give her anything she wants and generously indulge her every desire. He provides her with a luxurious, carefree life of leisure, allowing her to live like self-proclaimed royalty, indulging her pleasures while she is waited upon hand and foot. But all is not as it seems… When the tables are turned, rather than getting all that she desires, she instead finds herself getting all that she deserves.

A Greedy, Ignorant Sow’s Destiny

By The Torture Artist

Part 1: The Greedy, Ignorant Sow, a Scintillating Recollection

Ah, good, you’re finally awake. I trust you had a pleasant, little nap?

Now that you’ve regained consciousness, I have a few things I would like to discuss with you. For starters, your lazy, indulgent, gluttonous habits, and the profound amount of weight you have gained as a result.

Just look at you… You’ve become quite the fat, lazy sow, haven’t you?

From the time you awaken each day… Casually late. The majority of your time is spent doing little more than lying around, eating and napping. Your routine has become a nearly unceasing procession of meals, snacks, treats and random, assorted munching. A continuous, day-long grazing, devoted to stuffing your face and filling this obscenely huge, insatiable belly.

A gluttonous, languorous routine, interrupted only by your frequent compulsion to pleasure yourself. Which is typically followed by drifting off into yet, another nap… Only to wake up a short time later and start stuffing yourself all over again. Predominant, habitual behaviors which have brought you to where you are today.

Do you remember how it all began pig? How you came to be such an immensely fat, greedy, gluttonous, lazy sow? It was just barely three years ago now.

I remember the day well…

I knew there was something special about you from the moment we met. Quickly recognizing your distinctive qualities, I readily indulged and spoiled you. Cash, clothes, jewelry, dining at all the best restaurants, treating you to the finest, most delicious foods. I indulged you in anything and everything you wanted, denying you nothing, and you eagerly took full advantage of the opportunity, availing yourself of my boundless generosity and plentiful financial resources.

But, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I wanted you to have anything and everything you ever wanted, all you ever dreamed of. I don’t regret a single penny I’ve spent, it was an investment, and you haven’t disappointed.

You were but a mere, plump, little piglet when we first met, thick, curvy and voluptuous. But you quickly began to pile on the pounds, didn’t you pig… My how you loved to eat! Oh, you enjoyed the gifts of cash, nice clothes and shiny, sparkling trinkets just fine… But food… Food was your true passion, your greatest pleasure, your ultimate weakness.

Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve managed to avoid becoming a big, ole’ fatty before this. But I suppose it was simply a matter of opportunity, accessibility, and having the means. Having someone who could furnish the ideal environment, provide for you, enable you and of course, grant you access to all the food you could ever want… All of which I have done in spades.

Speaking of which, you really packed it away at breakfast this morning, didn’t you? I kept bringing it out, and you kept scarfing it down. I didn’t think you were ever going to stop… I’ve never seen you eat so much. Even as you sat there, wheezing and gasping for breath, you kept shoving it in. Your outrageously swollen belly aching and groaning from the amount you had crammed into it, You looked like you were ready to pop! It seemed you just couldn’t get enough, could you pig? But finally, you managed to stuff yourself so full, you literally passed out, drifting into unconsciousness mid mouthful, still clutching a half eaten muffin in your plump, little, sausage fingers. It was quite a gluttonous spectacle. Just look how hugely bloated and swollen your belly is still.

Little did you realize that you would awaken from your post-gorging nap to find yourself securely bound to the bed, with a hose shoved down your throat. I’m sure you couldn’t have seen that coming. Well, it’s just one of the many surprises that I have in store for you today, my greedy, ignorant sow.

Now-now, there’s no point in struggling, I assure you, the restraints are quite inescapable… You’re not going anywhere.

Your throat has been numbed to facilitate the tube running down your gullet and into your stomach. But if you continue fussing the way you are, you’re going to end up gagging on it. So I suggest you sit still and try to remain relaxed as possible, otherwise it’s just going to become a far more unpleasant experience for you.

You’re going to be spending a lot of time with a tube shoved down your throat, so you may as well get used to it now. It will get easier the more we do it. If you open yourself to the experience, you may even come to enjoy it. So just sit tight, as I continue to recount your inevitable descent into pigdom…

I do so love a good build up.

Incidentally, your little, out of control binge this morning was not by chance. It was the culmination of months of seduction, enabling, manipulation and conditioning. I am quite pleased with the way you have responded.

You can no longer help yourself, nor could you stop now if you wanted to. You are hopelessly addicted, and destined to sink ever deeper into the abyss of wanton overindulgence and gluttonous excess. I have made certain of that… But I will explain in more detail, shortly.

Let’s see now, where was I… Ah yes.

Things progressed quickly. My generous spoiling and indulging those first, couple months had merely wet your appetite, fueling your hunger. I had given you a tantalizing taste of the life you had always dreamed of, sparking a yearning for more.

Seeing opportunity, a chance to have everything you wanted, you expressed a desire to take things to the next level, to move in, to be with me full time… Or rather, to take full advantage of all I had to offer.

Well, who was I to deny you, and pass up my opportunity to have you right where I wanted you.

You promptly took up residence in my comfortable, spacious home, quickly settling yourself in to live the good life… Completely at my expense, of course. Finding yourself in a cozy, secure home, with a housekeeper to take care of the cooking, cleaning and other menial tasks. All these luxuries facilitated by a man willing to foot the bill for everything and give you all the attention you craved.

You certainly did avail yourself of the situation, doing practically nothing but sitting on your lazy ass and indulging yourself from day one. Quickly proving yourself to be the self serving, hedonistic seeker of leisure and pleasure I suspected you to be.

Over the few months that followed, you grew heavier, lazier, more aroused by your unrestrained overindulging. I saw your future unfolding as you pushed mouthful after mouthful past your greedy lips. Your belly swelled, your ass widened, and your already ample udders ballooned as you put on close to thirty pounds.

Your gains were slow at first, but steadily accelerated as you became increasingly comfortable and secure in your new home. You were quickly becoming your true self, the lazy, greedy, pleasure seeking pig you were always destined to become.

As you continued to pile on the pounds, I casually dropped hints, probed for responses, looked for reactions, but it was clear you knew nothing of Feedism, nor did you have any concept what a feedee was… But it hardly mattered. You were a natural born glutton, a greedy, pleasure seeking opportunist, with seemingly little concern for what all that overindulging was doing to your figure.

I certainly had no problem with it, I simply encouraged you to enjoy yourself, to have whatever you wanted, as much as you liked. I made sure that anything and everything you could possibly want was available to you.

You may not have been fully cognizant of your compulsion for food and gluttonous excess, but it was evident to me… Clearly undeniable. As time went by, it also became clear, just how much you loved feeling full… Or rather, overly-full, to be more precise.

You clearly loved eating more than anything, it brought you true pleasure. However, you completely lacked the ability and basic, common sense to know when to stop… Frequently gorging yourself until it hurt.

You would lie there afterward, moaning sickly in a gluttonous daze, your achingly distended belly protruding quite prominently, groaning and creaking in protest. Gasping in breaths rendered shallow and labored, as your entire body was left semi paralyzed in the wake of your wanton overindulgence.

For most people such dramatic, physical repercussions would be cause for concern, warning signs alerting them of the need to cut back, moderate, get their eating habits under control before things got out of hand.

But you were never one to be satisfied with simply eating until you were comfortably full… Oh no, not you greedy pig! You always felt compelled to eat until you were stuffed so unimaginably full that you couldn’t swallow another bite. So thoroughly glutted that you could scarcely draw in a full breath. So utterly gorged that you couldn’t bare to move. It turned you on like nothing you had ever experienced… The unique pleasure of that peculiar voluptuousness only drove you to crave more.

You were gratified by the heaviness in your gut, aroused by the aching discomfort, thrilled as you felt your bloated belly push outward, expanding until you were stretched tight as a drum.

However, it was more than just the pleasures of delicious food, eating and stuffing yourself until you were ready to bust that sparked your desire… Gorging stimulated you sexually. The arousing tingles of masturbation irresistibly electrifying and the resulting orgasms so much more intense. All of these sensations culminating in a fervent euphoria as you sank into a deep, post gluttonous stupor, inevitably drifting into a blissful nap.

At first you were content to stuff and glut yourself just a couple times a week. But your compulsion, desire and appetites quickly grew. You began pushing yourself, testing your limits, seeking ever greater thrills, heightened arousal and intense pleasure.

What had started as an occasional indulgence, soon became a regular, daily routine, always looking forward to your next meal, snack or random, indulgent treat… Any excuse to gorge and pleasure yourself. The anticipation, the arousal, the need becoming overwhelming… Before long, you were gorging yourself at every opportunity.

No, you may not consider yourself a feedee, a gainer, or even a stuffer. However, your compulsive behavior and lustful passion to indulge say otherwise… Feedee, gainer, foodie, stuffer, those are simply labels. In the end, when an obsessive, addictive, pleasure driven, love of food and overindulgence govern you, the results are very much the same.

Becoming aroused by your excessive indulgence may not have seemed kinky to you, but you were certainly a kinky girl in other regards. My eagerness to indulge your every whim brought your other kinks to the surface. I will say, despite your generally lazy demeanor, our sex life has been anything but boring. You turned out to be quite a little fuck-slut, or rather… Fuck-pig! Though, I usually ended up doing most of the work as you simply laid back and enjoyed.

Again, my intention was to indulge and spoil you in every way imaginable, and you responded magnificently. Besides, I certainly didn’t want you burning calories unnecessarily.

Things were progressing exactly as I had anticipated, and I was about to put the next phase of my plan into action. Then you threw me a curve-ball, completely taking me by surprise… A rather pleasant and advantageous surprise as it turned out.

Feeling you were now in a secure enough situation, you expressed to me one of your more, deeply rooted kinks. Something you found particularly arousing, and had often fantasized about experiencing… Pregnancy!

I had to admit, the thought of breeding you was greatly appealing to me, and a delightful bonus I had not anticipated. However, there was just one, little catch.

True to your self-indulgent, self-serving nature, you were eager to experience pregnancy and all of it’s alluring, inherent, physical sensations and pleasures. But you didn’t want to be pinned down by the burden of motherhood, or the responsibility of having to raise a child.

Which frankly, was fine with me, I really didn’t see children fitting in to the life I had planned for you… And if I’m being perfectly honest, you are far too lazy and self-absorbed for such a responsibility. I mean, you aren’t even really capable of taking care of yourself, let alone, raising a child. It would have been just another burden that would have fallen upon someone else.

So after some consideration and brief discussion, it was decided that I would impregnate you, and upon birth, the child would be put up for adoption to a good, loving and deserving couple. Arrangements were made, and thus, the next phase of your journey began.

You were extremely fertile, the pregnancy took almost immediately, and it was no holds barred from that point on. You became increasingly dependent, apathetic and ravenous, continuing to grow even faster than before. You weren’t just eating for two, you were eating as if you were nurturing a basketball team in your belly, piling on nearly one-hundred pounds with your first litter. Ballooning dramatically from a portly, one-hundred and eighty-nine pounds, to a downright tubby, two-hundred and eighty-six.

Which I am by no means implying was a bad thing… Far from it! I couldn’t have been happier.

Such weight gain is not at all unheard of in pregnant women, particularly for those experiencing their first pregnancy. But witnessing such expedient growth first hand was a true pleasure. Your resulting expansion was greater than I could have hoped for.

Your thighs thickened delightfully, as did your hips and ass, fairly common regions of weight accumulation during pregnancy. But much to my absolute joy, your most striking gains occurred in your belly and udders. Your belly swelled and rounded, not only with the life growing within it, but also with a profound accumulation of fat. The rapid rate at which it expanded, keeping it stretched smooth, taut and delightfully round. Making you appear as if you were carrying multiple little ones in your belly, rather than merely one.

The growth of your already sizable udders was another delightful bonus for me. Not to be overshadowed by your rapidly swelling belly, they nearly doubled in size over the course of your first litter. Hanging full and heavy, sagging provocatively over the sides of your hugely distended belly, and producing an impressive quantity of milk.

I couldn’t have been more pleased with the way you were fattening up. Your body blossomed and swelled beautifully, not to mention the fact that you were hornier than ever.

You absolutely loved being pregnant, and it agreed with you. Though, I know you could have done without the experience of labor, that’s far too painful and strenuous an experience for a pig of your minimalistic ambition. But the stretching out that resulted did make the delivery of your subsequent litters far easier.

I will say, the adopting couple was overjoyed to finally have a child to raise as their own. It may be the only noble, selfless thing you’ve ever done pig. “Chuckle.” Well, selfless to a point. You did accept the money offered as birth mother expense reimbursement.

You loved the experience so much, you wanted to be bred again… Immediately! Well, after all, who was I to deny the prospect of seeing you willingly and quite joyfully gorge yourself even bigger. You were doing all of my work for me. All I had to do was enable you, and make sure you had access to anything you wanted. Then, I just sat back and watched you enthusiastically stuff yourself and balloon like some sexy, overinflated, blow up, fuck doll.

For you, there was also the added incentive of realizing just how lucrative being a surrogate, birth mother could be. Not that you really needed the extra money, I have plenty to meet all of your needs. But it is quite plainly part of your greedy, opportunistic nature, you just can’t help yourself.

It completely blew your simple, little, pleasure-centric, gluttony hazed mind that you could get paid to lounge around, indulging yourself, and all you had to do was carry a baby around in your oversized belly for nine months.

I didn’t even bother trying to make you comprehend, that’s exactly what I have been doing all this time. You know… Providing for you, completely supporting your fat, lazy ass, paying ALL your expenses! Ugh! Look who I’m talking to, you probably still don’t get it. I mean, you really are just a dumb, fat pig, aren’t you?

But, I just let you have your fun, and see things however your simple, little, pig brain wanted to see them. Besides, it’s really the only kind of gainful employment a lazy, greedy sow like you is capable of.

With the exception, of course, of becoming an online, fatty sex worker. Posting lewd photographs and videos of yourself all over the internet, accepting money from would-be feeders who pay girls to gorge themselves into morbid obesity for their entertainment and arousal.

To be honest, if you had chosen to make just such a public spectacle of yourself, you would have made a fortune. Those internet voyeurs would have paid big bucks to see a fat, fecund sow glutting herself and waggling her fat ass for their enjoyment.

Oh, who am I kidding, even that would have been too much work for you. You would have needed someone to not only take pictures and videos for you, but to post them as well, and then manage your pay sites. All you really ever want to do is stuff yourself silly and get yourself off. That is what you are best at, isn’t it pig?

But I digress… Back to the tale of my greedy, ignorant sow.

For the next, nearly, two years, you devoted yourself to becoming a gluttonous, lounging, pampered baby factory… Continuing to indulge and gorge yourself bigger and bigger. The gains that resulted from your second and third litters were not nearly as dramatic as with your first, but still respectable. I suppose your initial, nearly hundred-pound gain could be largely attributable to the shift in hormones and the dramatic engorging of your udders.

By the time you carried your third litter, a set of twins this time, your belly had swollen to enormous proportions. You looked as if you were lugging around a giant-sized beach ball in front of you, but that spherical, stretch-mark webbed mass was hardly filled with air. That gargantuan gut was swollen full of fat, babies, and whatever you could manage to get your hands on to shove in your face. You were quite a sight, the very living embodiment of an exaggerated fertility idol.

Your laziness and dependency reached an all time high, expecting an even greater level of attentiveness, refusing to do anything for yourself. You were living the life of a self proclaimed queen… A brood queen.

My poor housekeeper, Louisa, who has been with me for years, looking after the house and taking care of the cooking… You ran her absolutely ragged. Cleaning up after all of your messes, tending to all of your dirty dishes, picking up all of your emptied, discarded wrappers, bags, containers and bottles.

You would expect her to drop everything just to prepare you special, between meal snacks and goodies, or to run out at a moments notice and pick something up to satisfy your cravings. Calling upon her to bring things to you, simply because you were too lazy to get up and do it yourself. You’ve used her as you’re personal servant.

As if all of that weren’t enough, you even impose upon her to massage your swollen, groaning belly when you overindulge, or get down and rub your tired, aching feet. Let’s see, how does she say it again? Ah yes… Your fat, lazy, peeg’s feet, she calls them. “Chuckle.” It’s so cute the way she says it with her fiery, Latina accent.

I have to admit, I never did quite understand your need for foot rubs, the only time you did any walking is when you waddled your way from the bed, down the hall, to plop your fat ass down on the sofa in front of the TV. You wouldn’t even get up and waddle to the kitchen to fetch your own snacks anymore.

The only other walking, excuse me, WADDLING, you ever did, was the occasional trip to the bathroom. Which I’m sure if you could have found someone to do that for you, you would have.

Overworked and exasperated, Louisa has threatened to walk out numerous times. But, I have compensated her well for the extra duties that you have imposed upon her and assured her things would get better.

I of course have done my share of waiting upon you hand and foot as well. But I am not complaining, I have done it all quite gladly. You have become everything I wanted you to be, and more.

Well, barely more than a few months into carrying your third litter, you didn’t even care to leave the house anymore, or go out to eat… Complaining that it was too much effort, and far to fatiguing. You opted instead for ordering takeout from your favorite restaurants and fast food establishments, relying upon delivery, or resorting to asking Louisa or I to run and pick it up.

Naturally, all of those take-out orders and fast-food fixes were consumed in addition to the regular meals, snacks and treats Louisa prepared… You never passed up an opportunity to eat. Of course, whenever I ran out to pick up food for you, I would always bring back some extra treat that you hadn’t even expected. You always loved that, didn’t you pig?

No, you preferred to just lay around in your big, fuzzy bathrobe with your enormous belly hanging out. It was far too laborious and exhausting for you to have to get dressed and ready to go out anywhere. Not to mention the fact that the only thing that might fit you decently anymore was something the likes of a huge muumuu, or some manner of enormous, tent-like sundress.

By your third trimester you hardly even bothered to get out of bed, getting up only when it was absolutely necessary… Bathroom trips, bathing, having the bed linens changed, and such. All accompanied by plenty of griping to be sure.

You asked me to have a big screen TV mounted in the bedroom for you, along with a mini fridge and a rolling, bedside, serving table. All of which I provided quite gladly, along with numerous other amenities to make your increasingly sedentary lifestyle more comfortable, pleasurable and irresistibly addicting.

Your days were spent laying upon mounds of pillows, expecting everyone to wait upon you hand and foot. By everyone, I of course mean Luisa and I. You had reached the pinnacle of gluttonous, lethargic, laziness.

Having completely outgrown your favorite, fuzzy, pink robe, You didn’t even bother to put on clothes anymore, becoming completely indifferent as to whether Louisa saw you naked. You no longer had any shame or sense of dignity at all. The only thing that covered you, were the crumbs, dribbles and remnants of your previous gorgings that had missed your mouth.

What has it been now, nearly a year since you wore any kind of actual clothing? Well, you needn’t worry yourself my gluttonous, lazy, minimalist pig, you will never have to concern yourself with wearing clothes ever again. After all, pigs don’t wear clothes, do they? No, of course they don’t.

“Chuckle.” You cringe every time I refer to you as pig or sow. But after all, that is what you are… A dumb, fat, lazy, greedy, gluttonous SOW! A pig, a hog, a swine. You have proven it time and time again, and of course, now that you’ve been well bred, the designation of SOW is quite appropriate and fitting. Well, you’re just going to have to get used to it, because that is how you will be addressed and referred to from here on, my greedy, ignorant SOW!

Now-now pig, settle down. I assure you any attempts to free yourself from the restraints are quite in vain… You’re not going anywhere. So there’s no point in straining yourself. Just sit back, relax and allow me to continue spinning my scintillating recollection of how you came to be in this predicament.

Having farrowed your third litter, you decided you wanted to take a little break from procreating. After all, you had been nearly constantly gravid for more than two and a half years, and to be honest, I don’t think Louisa could have taken a fourth round of your demands, mood swings, neediness and incessant cravings.

As for me, well, I have to say, it was quite a delightful treat, fucking such a big, fat, lazy, fecund sow, watching your immense, gravid belly and milk gorged, dribbling udders wobble and sway with each thrust. Not to mention, you squeal divinely, just like a true, rutting pig. I will miss those special moments… But, it is time now to move on to other things.

Part 2: The Sow’s Embarrassing Epiphany

The combination of your multiple litters and your unbridled, lustful gluttony has had quite a lasting impact upon your figure. Did you ever stop at any point to consider just how immensely fat you were getting pig?.. Or how much you weighed?

Never mind, you can’t answer with your mouth gagged. Besides, the questions are rhetorical. Clearly, you never gave either a moment’s thought, you were far too busy indulging and enjoying yourself to be concerned over a little bit of gained weight, or some silly, abstract numbers.

I of course said nothing about it, avoiding bringing any attention to your weight at all. Instead, simply showering you with compliments and attention, telling you how beautiful you were, how happy you made me, and urging you to enjoy the experience to it’s fullest. Indirectly, yet, quite effectively, encouraging and reinforcing all of your indulgent, gluttonous behaviors.

I made certain there were no scales in the house, just to avoid any possible distractions from your gluttonous, indulgent endeavors. Not that you could have even seen past that enormous, fucking gut to read the results without someone’s help. However, I did have one built in to the very bed you are lying upon now, just so I could keep track of your progress. It sends your weight directly to my phone right here.

For the record, you currently weigh three-hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Nearly two and a half times what you weighed the day you moved in. Quite fat by most peoples standards… However, still rather scrawny for a properly fattened sow.

Not your highest weight by the way. Just prior to dropping your third litter, you topped out at just under four-hundred and ten pounds. I was elated when you broke four-hundred. But sadly, some loss was to be expected as a result of farrowing your load. Not to worry though pig, you’ll be getting back that lost weight very soon… And then some!

Mirrors were my other big concern, it would have been nearly impossible to avoid having you see your reflection at some point. But luckily, you would simply stand and gaze proudly at your increasingly gravid gut, stroking it affectionately and grinning dumbly. The fact that the rest of you had more than doubled in size never seemed to concern you.

I suppose I have your constant, gluttony induced, semi-stuporous state and endorphin fogged euphoria to partially thank for that.

But, things worked out just the way they were meant to. It was quite enjoyable sitting back and watching you willingly, and quite joyfully blow up like a parade balloon.

The fact of the matter is, I think you are actually quite comfortable with what you’ve become, and truly enjoy being a fat, gluttonous, opportunistic whore. Certainly, such self acceptance serves to alleviate any guilt that could arise from your greedy over-indulgence and the resulting, tremendous weight gain. But honestly, you don’t have an ounce of guilt or shame, do you pig?

I must confess however, that it wasn’t all your doing, not entirely. I did help you along a bit, peripherally. Certainly, your greedy, gluttonous nature provided the foundation. I simply ensured that your innate, habitual behaviors would be stimulated to their maximum potential. From the day you moved in, your food has been laced with a combination of powerful appetite stimulants and potent aphrodisiacs to make certain that you remained perpetually hungry and aroused.

Your food has also contained a bit of herbal narcotic, not a terribly heavy dose, I didn’t want you completely blasted out of your mind… You’re lazy and incapable enough as it is. You were given just enough to keep you relaxed, feeling good, and lower your inhibitions, as well as fog your ability to reason and rationalize. We didn’t want common sense, or any hint of self control that you may have had interfering with your pleasure and indulgence now, did we? Of course, it also serves quite conveniently, as an additional form of appetite enhancer.

Once the levels had built up in your system, your addictions began to take hold and dictate your behavior. Then, your own desire to become impregnated provided the catalyst that propelled your insatiable, gluttonous nature to unbridled levels. You sealed your own doom with each and every delicious, irresistible bite that you shoved into your gaping mouth, you greedy, ignorant pig.

Surely you’ve noticed the effects, even if you weren’t consciously aware of them. That insatiable hunger that you can never seem to completely satisfy. The constant longing between your legs, your stiff, erect teats endlessly craving attention, the heightened sensitivity in all your erogenous regions. All the while, the only thought occupying your simple, pig mind is MORE! Not even a conscious thought really, but rather, a subconscious compulsion… More food, more sex, more pleasure.

Louisa and I have watched silently and discretely, numerous times, as you’ve lounged on the sofa gorging yourself. Once you begin eating, you just can’t seem to stop. Lost in the pleasure of indulgence and seeking to satisfy your insatiable hunger, you truly have no desire to stop.

You eat and eat until you’re stuffed so full you couldn’t swallow another bite, even though, deep down inside, you still crave more. Then, gasping for breath under the pressure of your heavily packed belly, belching and moaning, you slide your hand down between your legs and feverishly masturbate yourself to climax. Waves of endorphins course through your body, rewarding you for your gluttonous, indulgent behavior as you drift off into a post-gorging nap. Then, you awaken a short time later, and the quest to sate your bodily desires begins all over again.

But it all feels so good, doesn’t it pig?

Just a little over a week ago, we watched as you lay there, desperate to satisfy as many urges simultaneously as you could. The breast pump sucking away at your engorged teats, stimulating them as they drew the milk from your udders. One hand busily shoving food into your greedy mouth, while the other, rubbed away between your sopping thighs. It was quite an obscene and entertaining display.

You can’t help yourself, you can no longer resist the urge to gorge and pleasure yourself even if you wanted to. You’ve become a slave to your own body’s desires, and you’ve done it all to yourself for the most part. As I’ve pointed out, all I have done is enable you, and provide a little help to enhance your experience. You took the opportunity and ran with it, so to speak.

Speaking of your udders, just look how enormously swollen and heavy they have become. On those rare occasions when you’re not busy satisfying your various compulsions, you may have wondered why your lactation hasn’t slowed, or begun to dry up. Well, to be perfectly honest, the pills the doctor supposedly prescribed for you… They are simply placebos. I have actually been loading your food with supplements to help increase your production.

Louisa often asks me if you’re actually a mindless, greedy pig, or really, just a big, fat, dumb cow. “Chuckle.” Well, you certainly moan like a fucking cow when I suckle your teats or milk you by hand… Don’t you pig?

Your fat, floppy, sagging milk tanks are far too much fun to give up… I will never allow you to stop milking. Your udders already produce an impressive volume of milk, but I plan to push your glorious udders as far as they will go. I am certain these whopping milk bags of yours are capable of far greater production, and I am going to provide plenty of stimulation and incentive to push them to do so. By the time I’m done working on them, you’ll put a cow to shame.

I have acquired a commercial grade milking machine, which you will find yourself hooked up to regularly. I have quite a rigorous schedule planned for you, these engorged teats of yours are going to be worked overtime, simulating an extremely high demand in order to increase your production.

Oh, my greedy, ignorant sow. You see, it was all by design, just as I had intended.

The part I find endlessly amusing, is that all this time, you thought that you were the one in control, calling the shots and manipulating the situation. The one taking advantage of an opportunity that had fallen in your lap, and getting everything you wanted.

I know how you thought you had found a man who would give you anything you desired, and satisfy your every whim. Provide you with the house of your dreams, complete with a housekeeper to tend to the menial tasks, leaving you free to live a carefree life of leisure, indulgence and pleasure.

I’ve known what you’ve been up to all along pig… I’ve read it all in this little book. Yes, that’s right, I’ve read your diary.

Oh, stop trying to look so indignant and betrayed. I have completely supported your lazy ass all this time. You belong to me now, you are my property, my pig, and you have no secrets from me.

But seriously, I hardly needed a book to be able to see through your greedy, self serving agenda. Your motives are as plain and obvious as that whopping, pot belly in front of you.

Though I am surprised you found the time to keep a diary. What, with your busy schedule of laying around, stuffing your face, pleasuring yourself and napping. “Chuckle.”

I have to say, I do admire your ambitions, but I’m a little disappointed that you thought, as you wrote here. “I was an overly generous, gullible sap, a desperately lonely man, willing to give and do anything to have a woman in his life.” Oh, and this part here, where you state. “You are certain that you could talk me into anything, get me to do, or give you anything you wanted.“ You also refer to me as. "A pathetic pushover.”

"Chuckle.” Oh my dear, greedy, ignorant sow, I’m afraid you’ve misjudged me.

You even had the audacity here, to refer to Louisa as. “Slow, lazy and dim witted.” My-my, now if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black… And after all she’s done for you.

Then there was this entry… Ah yes, here it is right here, where you state your intentions quite clearly… Allow me to paraphrase. “You had found the ideal situation, a doting, wealthy man with a beautiful, luxurious home and a servant to do all the dirty work. You had no obligations or responsibilities, nothing to do but lay around, watch TV, play video games, eat all the delicious food you wanted and get anything your heart desired. You were living the good life and you intended to milk it for all it was worth.”

Well, you certainly have done quite a good job of doing just that, haven’t you pig?

I also find your “milking” analogy quite ironic, since I am now going to have the opportunity to milk you, for all your worth… But that only seems fair, don’t you agree pig?

It is quite an interesting read. Of course, you haven’t made an entry in well over a year now. You’ve been far too busy reaping the spoils of your conquest, haven’t you pig? “Chuckle.”

All this time you thought you were the one pulling the strings. Thought you had me wrapped around your plump, little finger. When in fact it was you who was being groomed all along, being prepared, conditioned, set up for this very moment, for your ultimate purpose.

You didn’t come into my life by chance, you were hand picked. I had wined and dined numerous women until I found the perfect one to suit my needs. Once I had found you, all I had to do was lay the bait, lure you in, and you came to me willingly, quite eagerly in fact.

For the past three years you’ve been living life as a spoiled, pampered princess. Getting whatever you want, whenever you want it, and taking full advantage of your situation… Because I allowed you to. But that all changes, NOW!

You’ve had a good run, but now it’s time you began serving the purpose for which you have been chosen and prepared, the purpose for which you have been destined… Instead of simply laying back and expecting everyone to serve yourdesires.

You’ve been placed in an ideal environment to allow your compulsions to flourish, and given unlimited access to all that you desire. You’ve been bred like a good, fertile, little sow, and conditioned to crave a life of leisure and overindulgence. Your addictions and appetites have been nourished, nurtured and cultivated to ensure complete submission and resignation. Now it’s time to reveal where all of this has been leading… Time for me to get what Iwant!

After farrowing your latest litter some four weeks ago, you’ve continued freely sating your appetites, indulging your cravings at will, with continued disregard over a few pounds here or there. But it seems perhaps you have become rather comfortable and pacified at your current size… A fat, spoiled, contented pig. Your weight has stabilized somewhat, in fact, your gaining has slowed significantly… You seem to have hit a plateau.

I’m afraid that’s unacceptable.

For the past two weeks I’ve been gradually increasing your dosage of appetite stimulants, pushing your hunger to greater levels, priming your appetite. Which culminated in your little, out of control glutting this morning. You ate like such a good pig, gorging yourself until you lost consciousness, I was quite proud of you. That’s the devotion to gluttony I’ve been looking for from you, the level of commitment that I expect from you… Always!

It’s true, up to this point, you have done quite a good job of fattening yourself up, and I have been content to sit back and let things run their course. But now it’s time for me to intervene and step things up a bit, move on to the next phase of your journey, and take an active role in your feeding.

You may think you’ve fattened up quite a bit already… But you are going to find that my idea of “fattened up“ is something a bit more grand.

Part 3: Weighty Expectations & Plans for the Sow

Ah, good, you’re here, perfect timing. Please, come in… It’s time the two of you were properlyintroduced.

Now pig, I have another surprise for you.

Of course you already know our adorable, little, Spanish housekeeper and cook, Louisa… And this lovely lady, is Alyssa… Or rather, Mistress Alyssa, as you will come to know her. She is an avid feeder and quite Dominant, specializing in the training and fattening of pigs. She is going to be your personal, live in trainer, as it were. Here to assist me in making a true, prize sow of you.

Alyssa and I have been very good friends for quite some time, and we’ve been waiting for just such an opportunity. Waiting for the right, dumb, gluttonous pig to come along, a greedy, ignorant sow, whom we could have some fun with, and use to satisfy our, rather unconventional desires… And here you are.

If you haven’t already figured it out, I am your Master, your Feeder, your Owner. You, are my pig, my sow, my plaything, my property… To be trained, conditioned and refined to suit my tastes, physically augmented and enhanced for my pleasure, and used as I see fit.

Just to make things clear pig, your purpose is to please me, serve my will and satisfy my desires. My desire is to use you for my enjoyment, to feed you until you are glutted beyond all reason, and see you grow unimaginably huge… That would please me greatly.

Louisa will be joining in on the fun as well, and from now on, she is, Miss Louisa to you. She has demanded an opportunity to give, as well as she got, and help make sure the pig princess gets all she deserves. Well, of course, I had to agree to her demands, I’d surely hate to lose such a good housekeeper and cook. Not to mention the fact, that she is willing to overlook my rather unconventional hobbies. Good help like that is rather hard to find.

Frankly, I was thrilled when she expressed a desire to help fatten you up. After all the aggravation you caused her, I didn’t think she would want to have anything more to do with you. But, she has offered to prepare you plenty of your favorite, fattening snacks and treats to keep you busy and tide you over between meals. I thought that was a very nice gesture on her part… Don’t you agree pig?

I expect you to show both these lovely ladies the proper respect, obedience and devotion. They are not here to serve your needs, desires or pleasure, they are here to assist and ensure mine. You will promptly obey any command they give you and eagerly comply with their wishes. Defying either of them, is the same as defying me.

I’ve promised Louisa a hefty bonus if she can help us push you over the five-hundred pound mark by the end of the year… So you know she’s motivated to see it happen. I’m sure she will make certain that you receive plenty of extra, little treats.

That gives us just a little more than six months to put over one-hundred pounds on you. You managed to put on almost one-hundred in nine months all on your own, so I’m sure it’s quite doable. It’s going to take some serious feeding to get you there, but between the three of us, I’m certain we can manage it.

Of course five-hundred is just the first, short term goal. There will be numerous, other goals and milestones to achieve along the way. There may be daily, weekly, or even monthly quotas to meet, or sometimes, it could be as simple as a set goal for a given feeding.

Having goals makes the getting there all the more fun and enjoyable… Don’t you agree pig? It sets a benchmark for you to achieve, so you will always know what we expect of you. Of course, because you want to be a good pig and please your Master, and show all of your feeders how much you appreciate all that they do for you, you will always want to meet and surpass the expectations that are set for you… Isn’t that right pig? "Chuckle.”

Since we are on the topic of expectations… My expectations of you are quite simple pig. You will do as you are told, and you will obey promptly!

You will be expected to consume every bit of food that is prepared and placed before you, or offered to you, and I assure you, the variety, regularity and portions will be quite generous. You already know what an amazing cook Louisa is. Well, Alyssa and I are no slouches in the kitchen either, and there is of course, the vast assortment of fast food, take out and delivery options that are available. So there will always be plenty of food to keep you busy and ensure that you fatten up nicely.

Just to keep things fun and interesting, we have numerous methods and devices that we will employ to feed you. We of course have the customary funnels, hoses and feeding gags one would expect to find in a feeder’s arsenal, as well as a variety of mechanical, pressurized and gravity assisted feeding systems… Just to name a few.

Of course, there is always good, old hand feeding. Though it is certainly not the most expedient or efficient method of getting your pig filled up, it is truly, such a fulfilling, intimate way to bond with your pig.

We also have an entertaining assortment of restraints and play equipment… Racks, stanchions, suspension harnesses and even a feeding chair… Plenty of toys, devices and implements to have fun with.

Speaking of which, I promised Louisa she could feed you from a trough like the greedy sow that you are. Doesn’t that sound like fun pig? I know Louisa is really looking forward to it. There will be plenty of other fun, feeding activities as well, and of course, there will always be fresh, new ideas that will crop up along the way.

As long as you are a good pig and eat all that is expected of you, we may often allow you to feed yourself, so that you may enjoy and savor all the delicious foods, snacks and treats we have in store for you. However, if you are a disobedient pig, or refuse to eat all that we expect, we will resort to more invasive feeding methods, some of which can be rather unpleasant and even, um… Let’s just say, uncomfortable.

Likewise, If you are a good pig, and do as you are told, you will be rewarded. Belly rubs, sexual and sensual pleasures, even special privileges. However, if you are a bad, disobedient pig, or fail to comply with anything that is expected of you, you will be punished.

The form and severity of punishment will be completely at our discretion, and no form of punishment is off the table. Just to give you some idea, a punishment could be as simple as a paddling, or as painful and grueling as a long term, sustained overfeeding, or being denied milking for an extended period of time.

This experience can be enjoyable and pleasurable, or it can be miserable and grueling… The choice is entirely up to you pig. But one way or another, you WILL perform up to our expectations.

Oh, don’t look so horrified pig, this doesn’t have to go badly for you. As long as you comply with all that is expected of you, obediently and without hesitation, this can be a highly enjoyable and pleasurable journey into excessive overindulgence, if you let it.

Expectations are a fact of life, as are the consequences for failing to meet those expectations. The threat of punishment serves to provide you with incentive, as well as to motivate you, and help you focus upon what is expected of you.

As simple and carefree as your life has become already, you’ll be excited to know that we will be streamlining and simplifying your life even further. We will be making all of your decisions for you. We will dictate and direct your every move, action and activity, every moment of the day. You won’t have to think at all any more, leaving you free to focus entirely upon the things you enjoy most… Laying around, eating, sexual gratification, napping and of course the pursuit of excessive, indulgent pleasures in general.

You will remain here, in this room for now, but in a few days, you will be moved to another portion of the house, to a much larger space. I am having your new pen outfitted with all the necessary equipment so that we may handle your growing needs for the foreseeable future. The overhead hoist system is being installed over the next, couple of days, then we can move the rest of the equipment in and get you set up in there.

For now, you will remain restrained, fettered, chained or otherwise confined at all times, until such time as you have grown so fat and helpless that you can no longer get around on your own. After all, we can’t have you trying to run off and spoiling all of our fun, now can we?

Besides, we are located in the middle of a heavily wooded, one-hundred acre estate. Even in your current condition, how far would you get, really? You have enough trouble just trying to waddle to the living room sofa.

Yes, of course you will be losing your freedom and independence, no longer able to exercise your own free will, or have any control over your destiny. But then, destiny is destiny, isn’t it pig? Ultimately you end up there whether you want to or not.

But after all, you’re going to be getting everything you always wanted. You will enjoy a complete life of leisure, with nothing to do but lay around, basking in the pleasures of excess, as you are fed all the delicious, indulgent food you could ever want. There will always be someone to take complete care of you and tend to your every need.

You’ll have no responsibilities, burdens, or obligations whatsoever. Except of course for the responsibility of stuffing your fat, greedy face to our satisfaction, and growing absolutely enormous for us. But you’ll hardly have to expend any effort in that regard. One of us will always be there to make sure that you eat all that is expected of you. As I said pig… One way, or another.

What more could a greedy, ignorant sow like you want out of life?

As you are indeed lazy and basically incapable of doing anything for yourself, I have no doubt that the prospect of simply lying in bed and being fed, while we tend to your every need may sound quite appealing to you. But you are not immobile… At least, not yet. We will be getting you up and out of bed for many fun activities. You have many months of diminishing mobility left ahead of you, and we want to take full advantage of that. I do so love you’re adorable, lumbering, undulating waddle, and I want to enjoy it while I can. We have many fun activities planned to indulge your compulsions and addictions… While satisfying our desires as well.

We will also be relieving you of the tedious burden of having to get up and use the bathroom. A system of hoses, tubes and pumps will be managing your waste needs from now on. On the occasions that we get you up out of bed to move you around, or have some fun with you, a system of plugs will be implemented to make sure you don’t create any… Undesirable messes.

There will be one other significant change to your daily regimen. Instead of the casual, irregular, eat, masturbate, nap, wake up and eat again routine you have become accustomed to. You will be placed on a strict feeding schedule, to ensure there is a steady surplus of calories coursing through your generously overfed gut at all times.

We all know how much you love to eat pig. Well, we’re going to be stretching this belly of yours out real good for you… Then you’ll really be able to pack it away. Soon you’ll be putting away two, even three times what you do now. You’ll be in hog heaven, just laying around with your whopping belly obscenely distended and continuously stretched full and taut.

Between the three of us, you will be receiving feedings every four hours, day and night to begin with, plus snacks and treats in between of course. We can’t have our pig going hungry. Then, as things progress we will increase to feedings every three hours… And so on. Until eventually, one feeding begins to blend into the next, and you are placed on continuous, round the clock feeding. Oh, don’t worry my greedy, ignorant sow, you will still have plenty of opportunity to sleep and nap. We have methods of feeding you even when you are unconscious.

We are going to be keeping this huge, greedy belly of yours very busy, and VERY well fed.

Along with your regular feedings, we will also be administering a regimen of heavily concentrated, high calorie, tube feedings to ensure that you are consuming the maximum amount each day. These gainer shakes, or, calorie bombs as they are often called, will help push your limits and assist in continuously increasing your capacity.

You will also be receiving special, calorie rich rectal feedings, or enemas, to use the colloquial term, to take advantage of every bit of calorie absorbing space inside of you. After all, if there’s a way to help you consume even more, why not exploit it. Alyssa has some fantastic rectal feeding recipes… I can’t wait for her to try them out on you.

I know how much you enjoy being nice and full, how much you love the unique pleasure, arousal and euphoria of being stuffed and stretched to your limits. But I assure you pig, you truly have no idea. You will come to know an all new definition of FULL! A fullness you can scarcely conceive until you’ve experienced it.

Yes, my greedy, ignorant sow, we are going to be giving this big, greedy belly of yours quite a workout.

Seriously now, why do you insist upon trying to make such a fuss? You know with the feeding gag stuffed in your mouth, we can’t understand any of your muffled ramblings. Which I am certain if we ask Louisa, is a welcome relief. No one is interested in hearing anything you have to say at this point. In fact, everyone is tired of hearing your whining, bitching, complaining and demands… A situation which we intend to remedy.

To put it quite simply, pigs don’t talk. You will be trained to communicate and express your needs and desires through grunts, squeals and oinks, like a proper pig. Outside of the customary moaning, groaning and whimpering, any use of intelligible words will be met with swift and severe punishment.

I wouldn’t worry yourself over it too much though pig, it’s not going to be as hard to refrain from talking as you think. The majority of your waking hours, your mouth is going to be filled with food. When your mouth isn’t occupied eating, being used for our pleasure, or otherwise filled with a tube, gag, or a funnel. I expect you will be far too full to utter much more than a chorus of profoundly overindulged moans, groans, whimpers and belches anyway.

But, if you prove yourself unable to follow these basic rules, we will simply pack you so full, you’ll scarcely be able to emit so much as a faint, incoherent, droning squeak… So do yourself a favor pig… Unless it’s feeding time, keep your snout shut!

There now, see, you can be a good, docile, obedient pig when you try.

Part 4: Horrifyingly Humiliating Revelations

Alyssa has been a little disappointed that I have postponed our plans for the past two and a half years while you explored the pleasures of being bred. But I hadn’t expected to have a gravid, gluttonous sow at my disposal for my enjoyment, and I wanted to see just how far you would go on your own. Needless to say, she is quite eager to have her opportunity and make up for lost time. She has some wonderfully creative ideas, and can’t wait to get started working on you. I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together, as no doubt, are we all.

I have been in close contact with Alyssa throughout your journey to becoming a complete and utter sow. She has been kept up to date on all of your progress, exchanging ideas, discussing your dosages, tracking your stats, as well as sharing numerous pictures and videos of your gluttonous escapades. She has thoroughly enjoyed watching your descent into shameless self indulgence and gluttonous excess.

Ah yes, of course, you had no knowledge of the cameras hidden throughout the house, watching and recording your every move, or rather, lack of movement, as is most often the case. “Chuckle.” I have a complete library documenting your descent into utter pigdom.

Now that we are moving on to the primary, feeding and fattening phase of your journey, I may begin uploading and sharing your pictures and videos in a special, exclusive group to which Alyssa and I belong. It’s a private, underground association of pig keepers, feeders, trainers and well, let’s just call them, merchants, who like Alyssa and I, have somewhat more discriminating, unconventional tastes and desires. I know many of the other members would love to see the number you have done on yourself… As well as the work we’re going to be doing on you moving forward.

As I told you earlier, had you put yourself out there as a gluttonous pig-slut for pay, you would have made an absolute fortune. Of course I am not concerned about the revenue it will generate. But, the extra money will help to offset the considerable cost of keeping you properly fed. It also gives others an opportunity to feel as though they have a hand in your feeding and fattening. We can even let the patrons give suggestions, such as: What you should eat, how we should feed you, even propose fun activities that we can do with you.

As things progress, perhaps will even offer the biggest contributors an opportunity to come feed and play with you in person. Maybe we’ll arrange some feeding, play dates with other group members and their pigs, so you can spend some quality time with other hogs and sows like yourself. It might even be interesting to stage some little eating competitions, to see whose pig can consume the most, complete with incentives, rewards and of course, penalties. Who knows, we’ll see, there are so many fun possibilities.

“Chuckle.”

I’ve been waiting to see if the light-bulb of recognition would go off. But you’re such a dense, dumb sow… I guess I’m going to have to spell it out. You have actually met Mistress Alyssa before, quite intimately in fact, though you apparently don’t recognize her. Well, in all fairness, she was wearing a face-mask the entire time. Maybe this will jog your lard-muddled memory… Alyssa had stepped in and played the part of the midwife who conducted your check-ups, and helped deliver each of your litters.

Didn’t you ever think it was a bit odd how touchy-feely she was? The way she was constantly stroking your belly, playing with your udders, purportedly massaging your fat pussy to help loosen you up and prepare you to deliver. “Chuckle.”

Then, there was the way she persisted in massaging and stimulating your clit, suggesting that it would help offset the discomfort of your labor pains. But the real kicker was when she brought you to climax as you delivered, because it would supposedly help you bear down when it was time to drop your litter.

I have complete documentation of all of that, every moment of you farrowing all three of your litters. Those videos will be extremely popular. “Chuckle.” And you thought we were all wearing face-masks for sanitary reasons.

Oh look, the sow is blushing. Such a nice shade of pink, quite suitable for a pig. “Chuckle.” Apparently you do have some sense of shame and personal dignity after all, though it certainly wasn’t evident at the time. You were thoroughly given in to her attentions.

How about when she stuck her hands deep up inside of you to make sure you were thoroughly cleaned out afterward? She was up inside of you a good, long time, don’t you think? But you were too fucking dimwitted and horny to know, or care, whether she was actually clearing out your afterbirth, or just fisting you.

Maybe you would have recognized her sooner if she had just jammed her hand up your fat, pig cunt and started working you like a sock puppet… Hmm pig? “Chuckle.”

Then, afterward, when she hand milked your teats, convincing you that it would release endorphins to help your body calm down, post labor.

But you’re such a dumb, fucking pig, you don’t know any better. She could have talked you into anything. If she would have told you that eating her pussy out and tonguing her ass as you went into labor, would help put your body into birthing rhythm, you would have done it.

At any rate, you certainly seem to enjoy her attentions, and well, I had to give her something. She had been so patient as I held her off, while I allowed you to indulge your fascination with breeding and pregnancy.

I have to say I do admire her restraint, because I know how badly she would have loved to simply have her way with you on those few occasions I afforded her.

But the most hilarious and absurd display was just this past month, while dropping your third litter. She had convinced you that she had read a recent study, whose findings concluded, that consuming huge quantities of chocolate just as you’re going into labor was beneficial. The massive quantity of chocolate, releasing special, natural chemicals into your system, which supposedly helped to regulate and alleviate labor contractions.

So, dumb, greedy pig that you are, you allowed her to hand feed and gorge you with an entire, chocolate cake while she masturbated you to climax. You were gushing in torrents as you glutted down cake and squeezed out your twin litter. All while I worked a huge, vibrating dildo in your ass and stroked your massively distended gut. It was quite a scene, you lying there with your massive, bloated belly jutting out, legs raised and widely spread in makeshift stirrups.

Now, if that isn’t the highlight so far of your journey to becoming a gluttonous, ignorant sow, I don’t know what is.

I have to tell you, I have watched that video over and over again… I will never get tired of it. It’s sure to be a top draw when it gets posted.

Who knows, perhaps we will decide to breed you again. We’ll feed you a nice course of fertility enhancers, and then see if I can’t fuck some quads or quints into that massive, fertile belly of yours… And you know I won’t be doing it for the money, I’ll be doing it for the pure pleasure of it.

Oh spare us the whimpering drama pig… You can’t tell us you wouldn’t love every fucking minute of it! You surely enjoyed it well enough when it was your idea, and you’ve certainly n

I am SO HORNY! Anyone want to role play a pregnant sex and birth scene with me?! Please! This quarantine is making me stir crazy! DM me, please!

‘Having bigger breasts would be awesome, but having big milky breasts would be a dream’ This wasn’t the first time you stood in the maternity section of the store fantasizing about your breasts, imagining them large and milk filled, or how great it would be if you were pregnant. Today you were examining breast pumps, you couldn’t believe you were actually considering buying one and trying to induce lactation, it might be a bit of work, and you probably wouldn’t get more than a few drops every now and then, but you might actually buy one this time. As you compared prices and features your breasts suddenly started to feel hot, pleasantly warm but nearly uncomfortable, and as you rub them gently you feel them start grow larger right in the middle of the store. At first you try and ignore how tight your shirt feels, this can’t actually be happening, but the straps of your bra are digging into you now, and you can see breasts beginning swelling beneath your shirt. They are filling with a warm pressure and your nipples begin to tingle as they become hard. You try and keep your composure, you can’t just rip off your shirt in public…

You try to adjust your growing breasts nervously, but the feeling in your nipples is so distracting. They feel bigger than before, as if they are growing in tandem with you chest, and with their new size comes sensitivity. Every move you make sends an electric jolt through them as the tight bra squishes and pulls them one way or another. You need to get the bra off, it’s making it so much worse, your nearly panting at this point from the heat and stimulation. You unclasp your bra to alleviate the tightness, and feel your huge rack surge forward, free from the constraints of the bra. It’s undeniable, you must have gained two cup sizes while standing there.

You stifle a moan and look around, there’s nobody watching thankfully, but at any moment someone might happen by and see you standing there, clutching your bra with one hand and tweaking you shirt tenting nipples with the other. Your nipples are so big now, almost two full inches long and as wide as your thumb, you drop your bra and use both hand to grope at them from under your shirt. Suddenly your hand starts to feel wet, the front of your shirt looks damp and you can feel the telltale drip of liquid falling from the tips of your nipples. Lost in the moment you lift your shirt and witness the first sight of your boobs. Hefty F cups capped with dripping two inch nipples. Breathing heavily you reach out and grab a nipple, pulling it gently and watching in delight as a arc of white cream splashes the display and leaves the boxes dripping.

You don’t think your in control of your body now, your mind says to run or hide, but there you stand alternating from breast to breast as you pull on your nipples one after the other, milking yourself like a cow. You hear a gasp from your side and you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but your tits feel so good you wouldn’t stop for anything. Time flies by in a blur and you don’t know if its been hours or minuets, your breasts are still hot and warm, and milk is still slowly dripping from your nipples. Somehow you muster the willpower to pull down your soaked shirt, you can’t get it over your midriff now, and it clings to your breasts. You fold your arms trying to conceal your tits, they must have swollen to a g cup while you milked them, and thanks to how wet your shirt is they are pretty visible underneath it. The bra is no longer an option though, and you abandon any hope of buying a pump, trying to get out of the store without causing a scene. It’s time to head home and give yourself a good long milking, the first of many…            

Request 381.10: aImagine you’re bred while breastfeeding (or pumping) and you continue to do both while pregnant. Breeding and stimulation is your kink and so is your husband’s, so you both let hormones and pheromones take control. You see, getting bred stimulates fertility while getting milked stimulates milk. So this endless cycle could go on throughout your fertile years. Oh, and don’t forget your diet for your unborn and born babies, preferably multiples and hyper-pregnancies.

Breeding, part 1

Pregnancy had been quite simple for me. I was made for this and it was what we both wanted, to grow our family from love and pleasure. Even right before the end, belly heavy and low, I took my partner, and we started my labor in the natural way. Mouth on a breast, stimulating the other, and preparing the body for birth.

It did not take long to find our routine as a new family, the small baby forever borrowed into my great breasts, asleep or feeding. They rarely cried, slept well, and the pattern emerged with a few months. The only problem we had was my over production of milk. No matter what we tried I just produced too much, and rather than pumping, my partner fulfilled my need to release more milk. With the smooth transition into parenthood, I was ready for more release than just from the milk in my breasts.

Hands rubbed and massaged my still swollen womb, softer and malleable after birth. As they sheathed themselves inside, they took one of my dark thick nipples in their mouth, and I shuddered as I felt my milk rush out. Running my hands over their belly swelling from the volume of milk being released. Once both emptied, their belly full and round with my milk, and my belly tight from them, it became our nightly routine.

Our child was barely 6 months old when we confirmed our second and third. My belly never quite going back down after birth, already round and full. We knew breastfeeding would keep me fertile, but we didn’t realize just how fertile I would be. However, my partner drank in the sight of me breastfeeding our almost 11month old child, the round full dome of our twins taking over my lap.

Once again, we prepared for birth in our home, his cock bringing me to the edge and bringing on labor with the breaking of my waters. We sent for the midwife, as we prepared for the two newest members of our family to join us. I was not as prepared for the intensity of this birth, my belly bigger and heavier than the first time, but I progressed faster. By the time the midwife made it to our home, our second child was resting on my belly suckling happily. Her suckling helping the labor for my third child to continue their way into the world. As the midwife takes the place of my partner, he comes and helps with my other breast, rubbing the top of the tight dome of my belly. Helping the contractions push our child further into my pelvis.

Keening into the next contraction, sweating dripping down my face, I can feel my third child crown. My midwife raises my leg up, and helps guide my child out with the next contraction. Crying and wailing from the pain and intensity, my third second son is placed next to his sister, crying loudly before latching. Both eyes watching me and my partner.

***3 years later***

My partner and I usually spend our evening outside, our motley crew of 7 crawling and playing in the lawn. Usually my partner chasing after the older three, and our nanny helping me with the others usually being fed before playing too. I knew breastfeeding as I did would increase my fertility, but we were surprised with how quickly I would start swelling with more children. In the few years we added four more children to our growing family, and I am currently carrying four within me. I only have a month left, but my ability to move is limited with four active babies inside me. There is rarely a moment other than when I am asleep that I do not have a child latched to my breast. But I fall asleep with my partner finishing off what the children could not finish.

My breasts have grown several cup sizes with the volume they make for my growing family, but not as much as my belly swells with life, never smaller than it was right after my first 4 years ago. And I have a lot of time left to keep having children, we are not ready for the conversation about when to stop, but how to keep up with how fertile I am.

My partner and his family are building us a large home, where we can have over 20 children. We might need a bigger one later, but we have time. Coming back to the image in front of me, I kiss the head of the six month old baby suckling on my breast. Their belly full of my milk, eyes slowly closing from the milk drunk as it’s called. I love these moments, removing my nipple from their slack out, swiftly placing back into my bra. I hand my daughter back to the nanny, who places her in a bassinet with her twin sister, also fast asleep after her own milk drunk. Rubbing my full belly, I feel my unborn babies move with my attentions, their movements getting stronger and less big as they take up more space in my womb. I’m already much bigger than I was even when I gave birth to my last set of twins, who were 10 and 11lbs respectively.

“You look so beautiful when you do that,” my partner states from beside me, “our babies are getting so big already, you ready for them?” His hands rubbed the big heavy globe in my lap, pushing where one of our children pushed back into him.

Sighing I nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m more sad we will have to go to hospital for this birth. I know I could do it just fine at home. I’ve had 4 births safely at home, three were twins. But I don’t want to risk them, or myself either. I love them so much, and I know I’ll be ready for you to fill me back up after them. I’ve never felt so full and feminine all at the same time.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile, kissing my belly, along the ripple of stretch marks that came everywhere with this pregnancy, my belly stretching and growing bigger faster than ever.

“You’re so full, is this how full you need to be now?” He asked huskily, nodding to the nanny as she took the children inside.

“Maybe,” I smirked, “you think you can handle us growing exponentially?”

Taking my mouth with his, he showed just how much that’s exactly what he wanted, to keep me round and full with out growing family.

**2mos later**

Making it to a safe 35 weeks with 4 babies is hard, and once we were in the hospital, I was ready for the birth of my children. My belly was huge, pointed and bulging at the sides with our four children, somewhat misshapen from the life growing within. I had actually started going into labor naturally, and my midwife wanted to let my body do what it needed with support should things change with so many babies being born from one womb.

My body was made for this, and it was only an hour after arriving that I was ready to push baby one. Two hard pushes and our son was born, a nice 7lbs, big for a multiple, and within five minutes his brother joined him. Standing with my legs crouched, belly low as my third child filled my birth canal, I screamed as they stretched me further. My sons may have been big for quadruplets, which my midwife knew my children would be big, my daughters were bigger. Nine pounds, little rolls of fat all over her small body, and I could feel her sister coming down and I knew she was bigger.

“You keep giving me huge babies!” I wailed breathlessly. Moaning lowly as my fourth and last child filled my birth canal and then moved back up. My surprise must have been all over my face, because my partner then brought my sons to me, letting them latch onto my full breasts. Tears and sweat dripped down my face as he wiped my face with a towel tenderly.

Lips against my forehead, “You’re doing beautifully. There is no one who could carry so many large babies at one time. We both know you can do this, because we both want it,” and then he kissed me deeply. Our sons swaddled on the bed in position with their mouths full of boob suckled heartily. A contraction rippled through my still heavy middle, even if it was smaller than when I stated, it was heavy and deep in my pelvis.

As our sons suckled, their sister slowly made her way down with the contractions that came from their stimulations of my breasts. As she finally crowned my partner moved them back into the small bed for them, and placed their sister there. Her round chubby cheeks working hard as she latched immediately.

My partner positioned himself behind me, rubbing my firm heavy womb expertly. Helping my body finish bringing our last child into the world. Moaning she came out with three pushes and the deep burning like I had not felt before, my partner platting my belly to make sure the afterbirth came out with no difficulties and help with the immense swollen womb inside squeeze and settle.

The midwife places my fourth child, or eleventh overall, to my breast and states, “She’s a big one like her sibling, 12lbs!”

I chuckle, and kissed both their heads, chubby cheeks working furiously at filling their bellies with milk. They’d be milk drunk very soon.

After thirty minutes everything is done, and my partner and I are cuddled in bed with our newest members of our family, two girls and two boys.

In the month following their birth, we fall into the routine of a family with 11 children. Never stopping, I was constantly feeding someone, or two with them resting in my wrappings so I could carry and feed at the same time. My belly helping with holding more than one too. It was still very round and almost as big as a full term pregnancy, which was much smaller than it was before I had the quads. Every night my partner would rub and massage my still swollen belly as he suckled from my boobs, helping my womb contract back down.

Tonight he was rubbing with a bit more force than usual, and I was very aroused in a way I hadn’t since before giving birth.

“Your belly isn’t going down like it has before,” he said, rubbing the softened round belly in my lap. “Like it knows it needs to stay ready for the next litter I put in you.”

He almost growled the last bit, and I mewled, pushing my swollen middle more into his hands. “You want more don’t you,” I whisper, hands rubbing down his body to where he is aroused and throbbing.

“Is it safe?” He asks, hands holding my boobs in his hands as they overflow his palms.

“Yes, I want, no, I need you,” I whisper into his chest. Before long he is inside, and I don’t last long before I lose what control I had, his penetration and suckling on my nipple was another bring me over the edge. We brought each other to completion a few times that night. And our sex life began again only a month after the quads were born.

No surprise that a few months later my belly never shrank but began firming back up as it filled with life again. Mornings when there was no one in bed but the two of us, we would feel the firming change of my body with early pregnancy, guessing how many this time.

When we the midwife came for a checkup of the children and me, she smiled knowingly when she felt the firmness of my middle. And began feeling my firm mound and listened to the heartbeats. “I don’t know how many, but I’d day 3 or 4 but let’s check you via sonogram next month.”

We were only just beginning….

TBC

This story is pretty sloppy, but I hope some people enjoy it.

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8:49 in the morning, and Will is glancing between the cardboard to-go cup he left on Samantha’s desk and the doorway that leads to this floor’s elevators. He’s been watching and waiting for nearly twenty minutes, almost an hour before anyone actually needs to be in the office, but he was far to excited for what today has in store to take his time getting here this morning.

Finally, she’s here, swaying into the office in her nice white blouse with elbow-length sleeves, tucked into a black pencil skirt that reaches her knees. Her straight, middle parted black hair looks glossy as it brushes back and forth over her shoulders while she walks past his desk.

“Hey, Sammy!” He sounds just as casually friendly as usual.

“Morning, Will,” she says with a bright smile, slowing her pace for the moment.

“I got you a cup of coffee. It’s waiting on your desk.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you! Thanks.” She briefly touches his shoulder before seating herself in her own cubicle, immediately taking a swig of the coffee. “It’s perfect. Thanks so much, I forgot to stop for one this morning, too.”

“No problem.” He smiles back, apparently turning his attention back to his monitor. As the minutes pass, he takes as many looks at Sam as he can, watching as she takes sip after sip of her coffee. It doesn’t take long before she seems to have finished it, tipping the cup back to try and get the last drops out.

Still, he has to be patient, watching secretly as they go about their work day, having no idea how long this will take to actually work.

Finally, after about thirty agonizing minutes, he notices something, trying not to perk up and give away that he’s watching.

Sammy lets out a quick but deep breath, almost as if she’s suddenly winded or in pain, but it’s too quiet for anyone who isn’t paying attention to notice. At the same moment, her hand clasps to her flat belly, and Will feels a rush of excitement, knowing that this must be it. Sammy’s other hand goes to lay flat on her desk, as if for support, even though she’s still seated. She grunts, a little louder this time, and looks down at herself. She snaps up, knocking her chair back with enough force to slam it into the cubicle wall behind her. Her hand jerks away from her stomach, and she screams, by now holding the attention of the entire office.

Will rushes over, quickly enough to be the first one at her side as their colleagues gather around.

“What’s wrong?” “What happened?” “Are you okay, Sam?”

Everyone is beginning to surround her, and slowly they begin to see her stomach is bulging out, making her look nearly four months pregnant. The lower buttons of her blouse are beginning to strain against the sudden growth, along with the clasp above her skirt’s zipper.

“What’s happening?!” she cries out, again pressing a hand to her swollen stomach.

“She needs to get to the hospital!” Will shouts, his voice cutting through all of the chatter. Their coworkers nod and agree, moving aside as he helps her towards the elevator. “She needs space! Look, I’ll get her there!” He waves them away from the elevator, the suddenness of the situation and his friendship with Sam more than enough to get them to back off.

His fingers press the button for the ground floor frantically, keeping up the illusion that he only wants to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Sam holds his shoulder, bending at the knees and groaning from the discomfort of having something growing so quickly inside of her. The bottom two buttons pop off of her blouse, and the skirt’s clasp snaps, making her scream in shock. “It’s okay, we’ll be in the car soon!” Will reassures her as the elevator doors finally slide open, and he helps her towards his car. She manages to mostly get herself into the passenger’s seat on her own, while Will starts up the car.

“Just try and relax! You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just take deep breaths!” He tries to reassure her.

Sam grabs the lever on the side of her seat, reclining it farther and farther back, trying to get into a position with the least discomfort from all the room her swelling belly is taking up. By this point, she appears to be over five months along, and another button flies off of her shirt, pinging against the roof of the car, and the zipper on her skirt is forced down.

“Here, try and drink some water!” Will gestures to the water bottle in the cupholder. Sam’s shaking hand takes it, twisting the cap off and immediately dropping it, spilling just a little as she brings the bottle to her full lips. She seems to realize just how thirsty she is, gulping down half the bottle very quickly, and continuing to take small sips, until very soon, something seems to come over her. The drug Will laced the water with begins to take effect, and her eyelids begin to droop, her head begins to nod. Before she can form the words to ask anything about what’s happening, she’s laying unconscious in the nearly horizontal passenger’s seat.

Will smiles, glancing around to find a fairly remote spot on the side of the road to temporarily park.

“Wow.” he whispers to himself as he turns to admire Sam’s changed body, her breasts bulging out of her bra, and the button of her blouse finally losing the battle against her growing breasts. He reaches into the console, grabbing a pair of scissors to snip her bra in the front and on both straps so he can easily remove it, tossing it into the backseat.

Sam’s belly button has begun to slightly protrude, almost her entire belly bare, now. The only button remaining, the one just beneath her breasts and above her belly, is barely hanging on, and Will snaps it easily with a pull of his finger. Her nipples are looking puffier, and it’s very obvious by now that she’s pregnant. His hands slide over her breasts, cupping them, before gliding over her belly, rubbing it, feeling how big and round she’s already gotten. He squeezes it gently, leaning down to kiss it all over, stopping at her belly button to lick and suck it.

“This is perfect,” he murmurs, keeping his left hand on her belly while he moves his lips to her nipple, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking. Soon, milk is already slowly being released, and he switches to her other nipple, quickly getting her milk to let down. His hand squeezes the breast he’s drinking from to get a better flow, which gets a bit stronger as the moments pass and her pregnancy progresses.

“Just perfect.” He raises up, leaving her blouse open to expose her now leaking breasts, slowly dripping breast milk down her sides. He starts the car, continuing to drive for a few more minutes until they arrive at his house. He pulls the car into the garage, waiting for the door to fully close before carrying Sam into the house and placing her on the bed. He easily removes her busted, milk stained blouse, but has to use a knife to get her skirt all the way off, her ass and thighs having widened so much, it was stuck on her. Now, she lays naked on the bed, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed.

He walks to her side, placing his hand over the top of her distended belly, rubbing large circles over it. Just barely, he can feel tiny movements from under the skin, too small to be seen from the outside just yet, despite the fact that she appears to be nearly eight months along.

Slowly, Sam begins to open her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to regain her bearings. “What happened?” She slurs, looking all around the room, her movements clearly still a little affected by the drug Will gave her. Her eyes finally land on him, but quickly snap to her own body, seeing just how big and full she’s gotten since she fell asleep.

“Oh! Oh, god! What the fuck?! What did you do to me?!” she screams, raising herself up with the palms of her hands. As she does, she notices the straps on her wrists and the chains attached to them to allow her limited movement on the bed. “What the fuck?! What the hell is this?!” She shouts, looking around at all of her bound limbs.

“I don’t know! I think someone must have done something to your coffee this morning!” Will says in feigned concern before smiling, still rubbing her belly.

“I need to go to a hospital!” she futilely strains against her wrist chains. “No, no. You’re gonna be just fine.” Will assures, taking a seat next to her on the bed. Both hands cup and squeeze her breasts, causing her to gasp and scream as she tries to move away with nowhere to go. He moves down, kissing and licking all over her belly, now able to suck her belly button in earnest, with it fully popped out on her full-term looking belly. Every spot he kisses, she feels a little kick, causing her to gasp and cry out. “Stop it! Oh, god!”

“You look so good, so big and pregnant with my babies.” He almost breathes the words against her belly, still pressing kisses to it as it grows and the movement inside gets stronger. He continues massaging her breasts, moving up to latch onto her thickened nipple, getting a small scream from Sam as he starts suckling hard on her swollen, milky teat. Milk floods his mouth, and the kicks from within her full belly are starting to become visible from the outside, his hand moving all over to press and feel the activity inside.

“Your milk tastes so good, I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever. Just my big, milky baby-factory.” He dives back in to nurse from her breast, which swells bigger and bigger, even as he drains the milk from it.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get off me! Let go!” Sam screams and tries to pull away, struggling with the weight of her newly heavily pregnant body, but Will doesn’t seem to notice beyond latching harder onto her breast as he gulps down her milk. The babies inside get bigger, and the kicks get stronger, now easily visible from the outside, and Sam is looking about due to drop twins, yet still the babies keep growing inside her, and the way they push out all over, she seems to be carrying far more than just two.

“Aren’t you excited to be a mommy, Sammy?” Will asks after breaking the latch, dribbling a little milk down his chin. His hands roam her huge belly some more, feeling the babies grow and move around beneath her skin.

“Oh, god, this isn’t happening!” Sam shakes her head, staring in awe at her burgeoning belly, so round and full of life. Suddenly, her belly begins swelling faster, growing bigger and heavier by the second. Sam grunts and groans in discomfort and fear, giving a weak scream as her belly gets absurdly huge, rapidly growing past looking overdue with triplets. Her breasts continue to swell, now about F cups, and dripping milk constantly.

Soon, she’s about the size of a yoga ball, with powerful movements distinctly obvious from all over her swollen middle. Neither of them have ever seen anyone so big and pregnant before, with Will feeling overjoyed at the sight of her, and Sam in horror.

Sam cries out a little, feeling a very uncomfortable cramping in her middle, and screams from the shock of a burst of water from between her legs.

“It’s time!” Will says excitedly, rubbing to feel all of their babies kicking from inside her massive form.

“Oh, god! No, no! Get them out of me!”

“They’re coming out. Don’t worry.” Will smiles and pats her belly, feeling it shift as her babies turn inside of her.

She’s almost too distracted to notice two other men entering the room, until one slides two fingers inside of her, and the other is at her side, opposite of Will.

“She’s fully dilated. Wow, that stuff really worked.” The first man says with a smile, also rubbing across the top of her massively pregnant belly.

Will and the second man each grab a breast, fitting as much of it as they can into their mouths and pumping it with their hands as they suckle hungrily, guzzling down as much milk as they can.

Sam screams, both from the invasions and the contraction gripping her overfilled belly. “Okay, on the next contraction, I need you to push. Get ready. Okay, push, come on, push!” The first man instructs her, keeping a hand on her contracting belly. Instinctively, Sam squeezes her eyes shut and pushes, feeling something large move in the middle of her pelvis. It feels like she’s being pulled apart.

As she pushes, her breasts release stronger streams of milk into her drinkers mouths, which they don’t seem to mind, eagerly nursing from her huge mommy milkers. The babies continue to kick and move around, making her groan in discomfort from that and the contractions.

“Push! Push!” The man continues to order on each contraction, Sam screaming as she bears down with two men latched firmly onto both teats. “I can see the head! Keep pushing! Come on, push push push!”

Sam pushes hard, feeling the mass move lower and lower, until she feels a pop between her thighs, something big and round and wet sticking out of her vagina.

“The head is out! Keep going!”

She pushes again, keeping it going for as long as she can, until she feels the first baby slide out. Her belly isn’t any smaller, still full to the brim with kicking babies.

“Wonderful.” The man says, seeming to do nothing with the crying, squirming infant laying between her legs. “Here comes another. Give me another big push.”

Sam grits her teeth, pushing as hard as she can, feeling the baby move lower faster than the last one. Both men continue to guzzle her milk, their suckling feeling as powerful to her as she imagines an electric milker would be.

“It’s coming! Keep pushing! That’s it, another big one!” The head pops free, and Sam gasps and pants for a moment, not having long to rest before another contraction grips her, and she finds herself pushing the rest of the baby out in one go. “That’s great. Keep ‘em coming.”

The two babies are crying as they lay on the bed, causing both breasts to gush milk into the eager mouths of both men nursing from her while she births baby after baby.

“Breathe, breathe.” the man standing between her legs orders. “Hoo hoo hoo,” Sam pants, imitating what she’s seen women do when giving birth in the movies.

“That’s it, good. Okay, here it comes. Time to push.” Sam’s legs tense with the force of her pushing, this time pushing the entire baby out in one long push.

“Amazing. You’re perfect at this.”

Sam gives the man a death glare, but they can hardly see each other’s faces over her still massive belly.

The men at her sides continue to pump her milk with their hands while they nurse, drinking her overflowing milk as if they’re starved. Sam can’t wrap her head around her situation, with her enormous pregnant body, huge milky teats, and birthing baby after baby.

“Hoo hoo, hee hee,” she continues to pant between contractions, the “doctor” or whoever he is continuing to rub all over her big, active belly. “Push now, Sammy, you’ve got plenty more babies on the way.”

Sam shouts, pushing yet another baby out of herself, hearing it cry alongside its three siblings, feeling as if she may be stuck here forever, giving birth endlessly and breastfeeding these two men, breasts and belly never becoming empty.

This is a sequel to a two-part story I submitted about two years ago called Incidental: The Procedure (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2)

a. Voxlette

(Part 7 of 7)

“Not enough?” Dean was terminally focused on Henry’s big, shiny, heaving, flexing belly. He was growing more desperate. He kept thinking of his ex-wife, how difficult her labor had been. This was clearly as difficult for Henry - a cisgender man, with scientific equipment for birth but no mental armor. They were running out of time.

“Henry, I’m sorry,” he said. He couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes. “I’m the one who put that baby in you. I’m the one that made you like this. I fucked it into you and…now I’m going to fuck it out.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the only way,” he spread Henry’s legs to the side, pinning them before he could move. He leveraged his body weight onto Henry’s bent knees with his hands.

“N-no - Dean - stop -” Henry lifted an arm to push against Dean’s chest, but he gently swatted it away “- You can’t - you can’t, this is INSANE! My family, they’re going to be back any minute!”

Elise watched, cooly satisfied. “Prostate stimulation might do the trick. Who knows, daddy? Your semen might add something interesting to the mix as well.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean was crying himself as he lined up his dick, hatefully hard, against Henry’s soft and abused asshole. “It’s the only way. I can’t watch you die.”

“Then let me die!” Henry screamed, and then screamed without words as Dean pushed inside. “STOP! STOP! THEY CAN’T SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“There’s the Henry I know and remember!” Elise cried.

Dean began to thrust. Henry’s bowels were loose in preparation for birth and offered him little resistance. He was hard, but he was going to need more than that to come.

Henry was squirming, as much as he could manage, weighted down by his belly and by Dean. He screamed with the struggle, and thrashed against every thrust. Then he stilled, and with a cry, grabbed his middle as it contracted. Henry’s prostate was reacting to the stimulation, his cock growing semi-hard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”

As Dean watched the muscles tense and jiggle the mountain of his form, there was an echo of the contraction in Henry’s intestines. His bowels gripped Dean, formed tightly around him for a few moments, and then let go.

“Henry, on the next contraction,” he gave another thrust, getting erratic. It was building in him now. “…I’m going to come.”

“NOOO!” Henry cried. “Not inside! Not again!”

He tried to roll away, he held his belly between his hands as if begging it to stop, begging for release, begging  it to stop working to expel it’s contents. But the machinery of his pseudo-womb was now greased. The next contraction drew a howl from Henry and seed from Dean.

In the midst of their throes, the bedroom door opened.

…

Henry felt invaded and violated once more. He wept with weariness and exhaustion, pain and arousal. The baby turned and kicked inside of him, restless and searching for escape. He didn’t think he was strong enough to give it. He could feel himself growing aroused, in spite of everything, and he hated his stupid body for it. His stupid fucking body that couldn’t help but get pregnant. In the haze of crying and protesting, he wished more than anything he’d had a condom on him last Christmas.

Dean came with a shuddering grunt and locked in place, but Henry himself had not come. This was integral to the procedure. Dean, rocking away with his still hard penis, lowered his mouth onto Henry’s erect and puffy nipple. He bit it gently, twisted it in his teeth. Dean licked it, and began to suck. It felt good. The low, tight feeling of orgasm coiled beneath the ring of agony which banded across Henry’s middle, back, and legs. He was so close. He didn’t want it.

It was so much. It was so much like last time, only awful and painful in their own unique ways. Nine months of betrayal, and then some. Demeaning, embarrassment, shame. Henry looked to the side, and screamed from the terrified core of his being.

He met his mother’s wide and horrified eyes, the slack-jawed stares of his brother and father.

“DON’T LOOK! DON’T LOOK AT ME!” he screamed. Breathless, full of baby and cum and flaccid dick, he came.

…

Loretta screamed. Her son, her beautiful boy, gravidly swollen and ravished. She hadn’t seen him without clothes on, and the sight of his naked body underneath that of another man brought her almost to a dead faint. She collapsed against the doorway, still screaming.

She watched her husband charge the unknown stranger, and watched as he was knocked effortlessly backwards, stunned. Adrenaline and power thrived in the muscled form that was still pistoning in and out of Henry’s anus.

“You can’t stop us!” he cried. “It’s the only way to get it out!”

“Mom, mom, momma, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Henry wept, broken as she watched.

She looked at his belly, now, not hidden. Stretch marks striped up and down his sides in angry reds and pinks, they were around his breasts. His nipples were dark and brown, leaking milky white fluid. His belly button was popped and ostentatious. The curve of him was known to her, for she had lived it twice. He was massive. Bigger than she’d ever been. But it was impossible.

“You’re…you’re a man…” she whispered.

…

Henry had no time to process anything. Pregnant, for the second time, birthing in his bedroom at his parent’s house, Tallis watching, pitocin not working, baby not coming, Dean assaulting, coming, not wanting too, and then all revealed to his parents not a moment later. That he was gay. That he was pregnant. That he was a freak of the scientific process.

And then, after so much fruitlessness, the combination of Dean’s seed and his orgasm did something. Tallis was right. Tallis was right. All at once, massive contractions, more mighty than anything he’d ever experienced, took hold of him. His breasts leaked continuously. His belly button quivered. Massive undulations shook his globe of flesh, his baby twisting and kicking inside of it all, pummeling his narrow pelvis.

“OUT! OUT!” He meant it to Dean, to his family, to the baby, but it seemed that Dean could not extract himself from inside. The force of the contraction was such that the man was trapped inside Henry, who screamed and pushed with muscles he didn’t know existed until he’d effectively unbirthed the cock that made him pregnant in the first place. And of course his family didn’t leave.

Stunned, they drew closer.

“AWAY! OOOHHHHhhh…OOHHHHH….GO!” He gripped the headboard behind him.

Each contraction opened him up inside. One contraction. One more centimeter. Second contraction. Three centimeters. Third contraction. Four centimeters. Fourth contraction. Five centimeters. Fifth contraction. Six centimeters. Sixth contraction. Seven centimeters. Seventh contraction. Eight centimeters. Eighth contraction. Nine centimeters. Ninth contraction. Ten centimeters. Full dilation. Fully effaced.

It was coming out.

The world narrowed down to only him. He was what mattered. He and the baby. He wasn’t breathing correctly, taking short gasps that were edging him towards hyperventilation. But how could he be doing anything differently? He didn’t know he was pregnant until two hours ago. He had no time to practice.

The pain was blinding. He pushed and breathed, pushed and breathed, as it began to make it’s way from the cervix of his pseudo-womb and into his lower intestinal tract. The pain mounted, higher, higher, more and more unbearable. Impossible to withstand. His insides stretched to their absolute limits. Something was horribly wrong.

…

“Ohh god oh god oh god…ohh god..god…,” Henry was out of breath for screaming. His words came from him in pathetic little breaths, completely severed from all planes of awareness. The pain had severed his ties, but his belly still labored, his mother still shrieked, his father was calling 911, and his brother Christopher was pulling out his phone to record everything.

Dean watched this, dick wet from Henry’s juices and limp. He grabbed his phone with a sweaty hand and shouted, “ELISE! Tell me what to do!”

She looked at Henry. “Get him on his side. Now. Being on his back reduces his pelvis capacity by thirty percent. I only make them give birth that way because…well, I like it. Open him up.”

Dean crawled back on the bed and kicked away everyone who tried to grab him. Christopher kept recording. He shifted Henry onto his side and lifted his leg, propping it on his shoulder.

“Now what?”

“Massage his belly. Downwards, circular motion. Like squeezing the last sauce out of a condiment packet.”

Dean began making broad circular strokes on Henry’s slippery skin.

“Harder than that.”

…

The registration of progress brought Henry somewhat back to himself. He focused his eyes, blinking, taking deeper breaths.

Contraction. “OOoohhhhh….ohhhhhhh…..”

Contraction. “NNNNnggnnn…ngnnnnhhh…”

He was on his side, his belly stretched and defeated-looking before him. Dean’s strong hands made massaging motions, encouraging the baby lower and deeper. Something inside of Henry finally shifted with a wrenching pain at the end of one of these. He grunted, unable to control himself. A wet fluid gushed from his hole as the baby inside of him shifted, releasing amniotic fluid that hadn’t escaped in the great rush on his walk yesterday.

Contraction. “Ooooouughghh…”

He met eyes with his mother. She was shaking her head. Shaking her head. Shaking her head. His father was speaking frantically into his phone. Christopher was….watching. Recording. Finally the older perfect brother was not so perfect.

“Here it comes, Henry,” Dean said, somehow calm. He was still stroking his belly.

“Good job, Henry,” Elise cooed. “Excellent work.”

…

Dean watched the head begin to stretch Henry’s anus. It started as a little gap, and with each grunt he gave the gap grew wider. More filled.

“Good work,” he said.

Loretta drew herself up from the floor and shuffled over to witness the birth of her first grandchild. “Oh…” she whispered.

“What is that?! What’s coming out of him? What’s happening!” Henry’s father was weeping in shock.

“Oh my god…that’s fucking disgusting…” Christopher retched behind his screen. “I’ve seen some preggy porn but nothing like this shit.”

“You’re crowning, Henry! You’re doing so good!” said Elise.

Henry gasped and tightened his grip on the headboard. “Hnnnng…”

“That’s it. That’s the way. Good. Good,” Henry planted a light kiss on the leg balanced on his shoulder. The head kept crowing, drawing all the blood from the surrounding membranes. Henry’s hormone enriched anus began to tear.

…

Henry winced and gasped. “OH MY GOD!”

He was on fire. Everything was so full, and so painful, and so tight. He strained, but felt Dean’s warm fingers on his stretched skin.

“You need to let it stretch.”

“Let it out!”

“You’re tearing.”

Henry strained, but Dean held fast. One minute, two. Tears ran down Henry’s face and he didn’t even notice anymore. One more contraction took hold of him, and it gave him the force to push out the head. He felt it give with a pop, and then a quick painful slide as the shoulders and legs followed.

He didn’t see it, but he felt the placenta’s delivery only moment’s afterwards. And then there was a baby on his belly instead of inside it, and he did the only thing that made sense. He brought his daughter up to his breast to feed.

 HAPPY ENDING:

Dean, Henry, and Elise leave with the baby to live in hiding. They live in a mountain side cabin, and Dean and Henry have worked together to have a much healthier relationship. Henry and Elise still don’t get along, but they keep to their separate spheres. You can’t be choosy about allies when you’re on the run. And Elise will come in handy, eventually, because despite their best efforts - Henry is pregnant again.

 ALTERNATE ENDING:

To be continued…

First time writer, long time watcher, call me Tide!

Kailani, new goddess of the ocean, discovers something strange about being a god with her merfolk girlfriend, Bay.

Kailani rubbed her chest. It had been burning all day. Sure, earlier this morning it had been a little feeling but now it burned like something was on fire inside her.

She huddled on Bay’s bed since the Merfolk was above deck dealing with her crew. Bay didn’t know Kailani was here. The ocean goddess intended it that way.

She was without her armor and clothes and didn’t want to be seen without it on. Her body and habits had changed. A lot. Her already wild emotions got even wilder, anger one moment and sobbing the next. A few months ago she had random bursts of cravings for strange foods which was weird since gods didn’t need to eat. That eating habit made her gain a little weight on her face and stomach yet her divinity seemed to not want to peel it off. Worst of all was her chest. As a human it had been small, as a goddess she was basically flat, and now?

Kailani didn’t like looking at herself without armor and clothes on. She unfortunately had to right now at the dim glow between the plumper, than she was used to, chest and stomach. A strange blue glow hummed from her heart, the source of this mysterious burning feeling. Her clawed hand trailed along the light “What’s wrong with me?” She mumbled.

There was a voice “Yeah, give me a sec,” Bay called.

Kailani fled through five panicked scenarios before redawning her armor and clothes that thankfully warped her true appearance. The door opened to Bay.

Kailani waved “Hey,” she greeted as she stood up.

Bay smiled “Oh Lani, didn’t know you came aboard,” she said.

The goddess chuckled nervously “Just wanted to make a pit stop, god stuff and all,” why was it so hot? The heat was getting more intense. She felt like she was melting. “Seems pretty good right now.”

The Merfolk was staring at her “Kailani, are you okay?” She asked and began to walk towards her.

The flaming feeling grew worse “I’m fine, it’s fine, what’s the worst that could-” the inferno roared followed by a sharp pain in her entire body. Kailani gasped, her hand flew to her chest as she fell to the floor. It was fire and pain, pain and fire. Whatever this thing was that made her divinity acting up wanted out. It wanted out badly.

“-ani? Kailani? What’s wrong?” Bay’s voice called from far away.

Kailani clawed at her breastplate “Oh gods, it- it burns Bay,” she sobbed. The fire was eating her alive like ascending had but more intensely stuck at the point between human and god.

It eased a little bit enough for her to breathe again as tears welled in her eyes. Bay helped her onto the bed again “Kailani, what’s going on?” She asked with concern very evident on her face.

The merfolk had seen her in a situation like this before, Kailani faintly recalled, something like this wretched feeling when she had been human and thought the divinity was a curse before she discovered the true nature of it all.

She trembled from exhaustion “I don’t know,” she muttered “It’s been like this all day, it’s just getting worse,” her voice cracked at the end. Gods, this thing was making her crazy. There was no clear answer.

“Where does it hurt?” Bay asked. Kailani tapped her breast plate. Yet the pirate’s hands were stopped after moving to the visible latches on the armor piece, Kailani’s water whips tangled around her wrists.

Bay saw the nervous look on Kailani’s face “Don’t. don’t,” she muttered.

The merfolk touched her cheek “Hey,” she whispered, soft blue eyes cutting to her “It’s gonna be fine.”

Kailani tensed for a moment, maybe it was fear before she started panting and leaning forward to clutch her chest, head resting on Bay’s shoulder.

Once it passed, Bay helped guide her to lay down and began undoing the fastenings “Okay Lani, I’m going to take this part off. Can you handle the back?” She offered.

Kailani nodded jerkily. Her heart pounding inside her chest in time with the flaming feeling. Her chest was exposed to the cool air but it did nothing to help her. A new warmth grew on her face as Bay eyed her altered body. It was embarrassing. The Merfolk placed the chest plate down which vanished since it was no longer attached to her. Bay looked at the blush and slightly rounder face of her girlfriend “I’m going to touch you and see if I can guess what it is,” she said. A clawed hand started with the slight chub at her stomach. The Merfolk’s hand was cool and made Kailani twitch at the gentle prods before ghosting up her ribs. Bay didn’t touch her chest automatically making her thankful but it does rest near the glowing spot “Kailani, has your uh-” she blushed at the question on her tongue “Has your breasts felt any different aside from growing?”

Kailani was blushing already but somehow still became worse at that “They’re sensitive mostly,” followed by “and feel full?”

Bay’s eyes flicked from her face to her chest. There’s a thin line of lust in there but even in her flame driven haze, Kailani could tell Bay was trying to make sure she’s comfortable. That’s what she loved about the pirate, how she always made sure Kailani was comfortable with everything they did together

Going on dates, exploring the ocean, learning each other’s habits again, even exploring each other romantically and not.

Hell even that one time months ago when she had let Bay hold a piece of her divinity… And the events that followed afterwards.

She was barely aware of the hand until a soft pinch came from one of her breasts. Kailani gasped as the world came back to her. Bay pulled her hand away and licked the tip of her finger.

It was like a missing piece of the puzzle came together in her mind. Bay looked at Kailani. Something alarming yet mystical “Kailani, do you remember that thing we talked about a while back,” she said.

The goddess shook her head “Gotta be specific,” she replied.

“When I was holding your divinity,” she cupped her hands “It’s like a little baby?”

Kailani nodded “Yeah, what’s that got to do w- Gods!” Her voice cracked as the feeling welled hotter again. The light on her chest burned brighter that she could barely see when Bay’s head turned to avoid being blinded. It glowed hotly for a minute before dimming with the feeling. Kailani’s eyes had scrunched closed as she caught her breath. A cool hand slid over the space of the divinity banging at her chest “Kailani. I think you’re pregnant.”

Her eyes snapped open “No? No! I can’t be pr- can’t be- That!” She snapped as panic seized her “It’s not possible! We’re both women and I’m A God, I Should Know If I Was That! It’s My Body!!”

She would have sat up but Bay’s hand seemed to unconsciously keep her laying down. Bay started rubbing her thumb over the spot “We’re not exactly conventional to be having a baby but it kinda lines up. I think what happened is that you let me see that godly part of yourself and whatever I said just stuck. That hunk of your godly divinity is making an actual child and-”

“Don’t say it!” Kailani snapped “I’m Not Having A Baby! I can’t be a- Ah- AHHH!” She started screaming. Bay tried to pull her hand away when the light suddenly brightened. It was like she was stuck there as the energy began seizing her hand and pulling itself up. Now she understood it, the horrible burning pain Kailani was in, as it crawled itself up and stung at her nerves. Bay started screaming too. Things grew horrible and incoherent. Only screaming and light.

Then it just.

Stopped.

They were both still where they had been. Kailani laying on the bed. Bay sitting beside her. They both stared at each other. Then at the spot where the divinity had been. A baby, so tiny and small, was pressed against Kailani’s chest making little fussing noises. Then they seemed to find their lungs and wailed.

“Loud for something that small,” Bay said. Her hands froze as she reached for them. She had claws and this was the equivalent of a newborn albeit one of weird god magic. Kailani made a grumbled noise and reached up to touch the baby. It’s cries began to settle.

They stared at it. A baby with black skin, a tuft of pale hair, and dark green scales among their merfolk features.

Kailani softly sat up with a twinge, carefully to hold the baby in her arms. Bay snorted as she saw the look on Kailani’s face “So?” She asked.

The goddess gestured to the thing “It’s a boy,” her eyes dipped to him. A son, Their Son. Kailani couldn’t not stare. A baby. A whole baby this entire time. She noted her stomach was normal again and her chest was more or less back to its regular size, still a little swollen. She stared at her son “Oh Gods!” She said.

Bay’s eyes widened “Are you okay? There’s not a second one coming, is there?” She asked.

Kailani looked at her “I have to feed this thing!” That was a thought “I’m a goddess, I have duties to take care of! A baby is a 24 hours deal!”

Bay looked a little relieved “Oh, well I mean… If you wanted I could handle that,” she offered.

Kailani blushed “No, I can’t do that to you. It’s already a lot with your captain duties and everything,” She said.

The Merfolk reached out to hold her girlfriend’s free hand “Lani, I love you and nothing’s going to change that. I want to help in any way I can, he’s my son too.”

Kailani laughed, taking her hand back to wipe away unexpected tears “Okay, okay, we’ll see what happens. Let’s just- enjoy the moment,” she said.

The little boy whined.

“We should name him something, Hugo?” Bay said, moving to touch his little head.

“We’re not naming him Hugo, my divinity made him, I’ll name him,” Kailani said. She stared at him. Squished face and small. Names, names, names. Gods above she wished she had gotten to know about him sooner.

Bay’s fins perked. She whispered something to Kailani. It was an older part of herself who melted at the thought but she smiled at her new son “Hi Dylan.”

What The Boss Offered part 1

Sabine was a month overdue in her pregnancy and she had swollen to gigantic proportions, but her boss, Mr. Boone, was still making her come in to work until she gave birth.

The truth was, he was risking getting in trouble for it because he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he was enjoying having her to look at as he worked. Her thighs and ass had become deliciously plump, and when he copped a feel in passing, he relished the feeling of a few extra handfuls of flesh on her. Her belly had dropped low, curving out far in front of her and visible from behind as well. Boone had thought she was attractive before she got knocked up, sure—that was part of why he hired her. But now that she was fertile and ripe like this, he could hardly stand to be around her.

One day, she bent over to pick up some papers she had dropped on the ground, and Boone glimpsed her veiny, engorged breasts below the soft sweater she wore. He had to rush into his executive bathroom to take care of himself after that, imagining what it would feel like to fuck her cleavage. He came with a quiet gasp when he heard her voice calling his name. He hastily cleaned himself up, straightened his tie, and tried to walk calmly back into his office.

There she was, standing uncertainly at his door. Her body had grown so round that she filled almost the entirety of the doorway. She was holding a cardigan in front of her chest and her cheeks were flushed pink. Boone took his time walking over to his desk, making no effort to hide that his eyes were raking over her body, mentally undressing her. Finally, as he sat down, he looked intently into her eyes, and saw her face flush deeper.

“What can I do for you, Sabine?”

“Uh, well, Mr. Boone, sir, I was just wondering… about some office space…” she trailed off, looking down at her shoes.

“Office space?”, Boone replied. She had to be joking. She’d only started working for him about a year ago, and in an entry-level position. She was fine at her job, but office space was reserved for far more senior employees.

“Well, it’s not for working, exactly, sir, I need it for, um, something else?” She met his gaze again, cheeks burning even redder. She shifted the cardigan a bit and he finally saw what she was so embarrassed about. Her breasts had leaked milk and formed two big, round wet spots on her blouse. He could see her nipples straining against the soaked fabric and felt his cock twitch between his legs.

“Why don’t you close the door, Sabine?”

She immediately obeyed. Good, he thought. She follows directions. He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Take a seat.”

Again, she complied, settling her massive girth into the chair. It creaked under her weight. He grinned at her, and he saw her eyes widen.

“I think, Sabine, that I have just the space for you. Clean, comfortable, centrally located… everything you could need.”
“Private?”, she asked.

Boone’s grin widened.

“Not quite.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we can share this office, provided I can watch you while you pump. If you agree, I can make it worth your while.” He jotted down a sum on a spare piece of paper and slid it over to her. She gasped when she saw the sum.

“That could be yours every day you use this room. And all you have to do is what I ask of you… is that such a burden?”

She looked more flustered than ever, stammering and bouncing her leg up and down.

“I… we could… I don’t… what…”

Boone stood and strode over to her. He pushed her chair away from the desk and firmly took hold of her shoulders.

“Take my offer, Sabine, if you know that’s good for you.”

Her eyes were huge, and he could see she was starting to sweat. She managed to nod.

That was all he needed. He took control right away.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She sank down in front of him. He grabbed two fistfuls of her shirt and tugged, ripping it down its front and letting her tits fall free. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Boone could see beads of milk dripping off her nipples. Her bare breasts looked even more tempting than they did underneath her clothes, and he noticed how large and puffy her nipples had become. They were gigantic, sticking out at least two inches from her breasts. Her areolae were stretched wide and dark.

“Touch them.”

She began to massage her breasts and roll the nipples in between her fingers. Soon, a thin stream of milk spurted out, and Boone put his thumb over the source.

“Don’t make a mess,” he warned her. “At least, not yet.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his dress pants, letting his rock-hard cock bounce free. With his hand, he guided his cock to her breast, rubbing the tip over her nipple. Slowly, he pushed it into her breast, the astonishingly large nipple stretching tight over the head of his cock. He could feel the pressure of her flesh surrounding him and began to pump steadily in and out of her, grunting in pleasure. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He felt the pressure build in his cock until finally he let loose and came ropes into her breast. He watched it swell up with his seed momentarily until a hot wave of mixed hot milk and cum burst out of her nipple, pushing his spent cock out and showering him with fluid. He slapped her breast and grasped the other one with both hands. He dropped to his knees in front of her and put his mouth around her other nipple, causing Sabine to sob in pleasure. He began to knead the flesh of her breast with his hands as he sucked harder and harder on her throbbing nipple, so hard he was sure it would bruise. Milk began to flow out of her, filling his mouth faster than he could gulp it down. It ran over his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto her round belly and pooling onto his good carpet. He continued to suck and squeeze until the flow ebbed to a trickle and sat back on his heels to admire how he had turned Sabine into a wet, heaving mess on the floor of his office. He exhaled, content—and then he felt his cock grow hard again when Sabine began to rub her legs together. She hadn’t been satisfied, and he was ready for another round. He smiled.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up. I bet you didn’t know that the executive office had its own shower.”

horny-spooky:

today i kept dreaming over having my partner all over me, fucking like any other day, thrusting his cock all the way to my cervix while sucking my tits like if in any moment they were going to burst milk out of them. i would be moaning like the slut i am.

“please, please nnnnggghhhh”i’ll moan as his grip in my thighs hardens “deeper, deeper!”

he would laugh “if i go any deeper, i’ll be in your womb”

“yes!” i would scream at that idea.

“you’d like that, won’t you?” he’d say, kissing my neck, biting me. marking me. “you’d like me to come directly in it.” i could only moan in agreement. “that way you surely would be pregnant, but, you know what? we have to be sure.” his next thrust would be deeper, deeper than any thrust. the head of his cock would be in my womb. “i’ll come in it. and then i will come again and again and again.”

“yes, please!! come inside my womb!” i’ll moan like a whore, like his whore.

“maybe if we are lucky you would be pregnant with multiples.” my eyes rolled back in my head at that idea. “you’ll be fucking big, your tits dripping with milk for our children.”

fuck, i could perfectly picture that. the skin of my belly tight and firm. my hips uncomfortably wide to give birth to our kids. everyone would know, everyone would see that he marked me in the very best way possible. i would be pregnant with his kids, his prize wife.

“you’ll leave college,” he would kept telling me. “you won’t need studies, you’ll only need to be my wife and the mother of our kids. i’ll bring money to our house,” it was so hot hearing him tell me about our future life. “i will show you off to everyone. so everyone knows you are taken, that you are a slut for my cock and my seed.”

“your slut, only yours!”

“i’ll fuck you until your water brokes, and as soon as the babies are born i’ll knock you up again. you will be pregnant forever, your slutty womb will never be empty again.”

i would be out of my mind, so fucking turn on that i would only bable nonesense as he empty his cum inside my womb, and i’ll come screaming all over him. after i would lay limp, incapable of moving. He surely knock me up after that. But after a few minutes his cock would be hard again, and he would enter my womb again.

“did you think i was done with you?” he would whisper in my ear as i shiver, incapable of deny him what is his. my cunt was his. “i already told you. i’ll come as many times as posible so that little fantasy comes true”

he would me older than me, with a good job, and i would be 19 barely in my first year of college. just a few weeks after this night i would see a little bump, i would take a pregnancy test after pregnancy test. i would be pregnant. he would be thrilled, pampering me, buying me anything i wanted. i would keep getting bigger. triplets thats what the doctor said. he would suck at my nipples until, one day milk comes out. i would soon drop college, i would be in bed rest as the triplets are too big to let me do anything. he would fuck me every day, watching my pussy dripping just as my tits.

everyone would be disappointed at me. i would be 19 and mother of three, and a slut that would never be not pregnant again.

Incredible fantasy, @horny-spooky

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