#preggo tale
A lady in the streets, a freak in the sheets,that’s what Melissa was. This raven-haired born breeder with all her plumptuous and curvaceuous forms and shapes was a woman supremely and brazenly confident in her sexuality and her urges and desires. Urges and desires that in this day and age were generally considered highly unconventional, old-fashioned and socially and culturally less desirable. But Melissa couldn’t care less, she wanted to live life her way, and that included fulfilling her innate purpose and natural desires. An important desire of Melissa was to have her husband’s big bareback breeding dick buried balls-deep in her very warm, very wet and extremely unprotected pussy, filling it to the brim with copious loads of his very potent and highly fecund seed, which Melissa knew was sure to knock her up thoroughly, as she refused to use any type of birth control or family planning. And once his potent seed had indeed taken hold in her womb and had the mutually desirable effect of making the delicious noirette start to swell and rapidly expand with his offspring, he kept pumping it into her to satisfy both of them as they enjoyed and consummated their relationship. Of course Melissa also thoroughly enjoyed the consequences of all their breeding activity. In fact she considered being kept bred and pregnant with her husband’s children her all-encompassing life mission, and her craving for his seed was an essential part of that. Melissa absolutely loved being bred, but she loved being pregnant and sitting or waddling around all round, heavy and swollen even more. Baby-making was Melissa’s most important desire and her natural purpose in life. Her other purpose was to satisfy, which she was about to do as she waited in the bedroom for her husband, dressed up in his favorite outfit, proudly and sensually displaying her succulent breeder curves. Melissa had been selected by nature and evolution to make babies, and that’s what she’d be doing for years to come. There was no doubt about that.
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These wild woods had given Amber a little more than just the ecological data she had come for. While doing her research the young biology student had come across some very interesting local fauna, and in the process discovered her own wildness. Young Amber had come to this remote wilderness as a young biology student from the big city to conduct research for her degree. She’d been wearing a green dress when she first arrived in town, but it hadn’t been quite so deliciously tight around her then young and skinny body. That quickly changed when Amber crossed paths with one of the region’s wildest woodsmen. He, a protector of wildness, a steward of creation, a skilled hunter and gatherer and a craftsman like no other, had immediately known what he wanted to do with the young redhead treading into his realm when he first layed eyes on her. He wanted her to be his - to push her buttons until the wildness buried within her civilized big-city career girl shell was set free and she was ready to be the breeder wife he had wanted for years. So the wild man began to observe and pursue her like she was the most priced prey in the woods.
To her shock Amber not only found herself not disturbed and strangely intrigued, but also somehow completely unable to resist his workings, as if he had put some kind of ancient savage spell on her. Rationally Amber knew she ought to resist, but her instincts, awakened desires and the cravings of her body and spirit didn’t allow her to. She was drawn in by the wild man and she soon gave in and surrendered to primal urges and wild lovemaking. Unsurprisingly the young redhead soon turned up pregnant. In fact, Amber did so before her four month research period ended. Amber actually never finished her ecological research, as her attention had been entirely diverted towards very immersive research into reproduction. Amber never even left the woods again, and she never returned to her big city college and career lifestyle. No, she came to life deep in the woods in the wild man’s beautiful house made of wood and rocks, as his happy breeder wife who took care of their dwelling, of her man and of their offspring. Amber had become his Amber, his wild woman, his priced gem of the woods, his forest fertility goddess. As Amber waddled around barefoot and pregnant in her new favorite outfit, a tightly and thinly stretched green dress showing every curve of her now almost seven months pregnant and rapidly expanding body, she knew full well she would be in state many more times. Year after year, season after season Amber was going to be seeded and swelling round and ripe as she readied to bear the rich fruits of their most natural wild and primal union.
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Can somebody write a story about my becoming immensely pregnant so quickly that i do not have time to react. If it happens in public, like the mall even better. My clothes rip away and i am too big to move.
The only warning was a faint tingle deep in your belly followed by a sudden and dramatic ache as your belly began to stretch! You released the button on your shorts just in time to see the leaves spring forward eagerly to give room to your burgeoning bump. You felt another tingle and another, and another! And ANOTHER! With each one the speed of your growth increased! You grab the second floor railing for support and could only arch your back as you felt yourself continuing to expand. Your belly hanging below you already looked nearly nine months pregnant. You were royally paying the price for getting your hungry pussy happily flooded with thick, rich cum. But your belly just continued to swell, growing rounder and big as a beach ball. You could feel your thighs widening into plush, birthing hips. You could feel the strain on your shorts and knew you were starting to attract attention with the public spectacle your body was producing. But now, it won’t just be the shame of falling pregnant so publicly, everyone knowing that you were getting your horny pussy pumped full by unprotected cocks. Your shorts began to rip as your widening hips popped the seams. Your panties snapped, hanging around your expanded thigh enough to just barely preserve your modesty. You were then visibly pregnant with twins at least. A new feeling imposed on your frenzy of growing pains and embarrassment. You could feel your breasts pushing out against the confines of your bra. Your baby feeders began to swell rapidly, aching with the growing flesh’s expansion and feeling tight as they bloated with milk. It seemed like in no time you looked pregnant with triplets. Your newly massive jugs rapidly filled up all available room in your bra, burst though it and began filling up any remaining slack they could find in your top. Your throbbing nipples began to leak, darkening patches of your shirt to provide you with even more embarrassment than being unable to hide your pussy as the tatters of your shorts slipped down your leg. But in a few moments even that minor modesty was stripped away as your shirt began to tear at the sides as your breasts expanded into the watermelon range. As your top shredded before your helpless efforts to stop it and retain some modesty it left you bare naked on the second floor of the mall in a circle of mangled fabric with a belly clearly sized for quints that would be due any minute, generous hips to birth them, and great, big titties the size of pumpkins and overloaded with plenty of milk for your impending brood. But you weren’t even done growing as you felt your tummy stretch even more…
You slipped some extra fertility drugs in my drinks these past few weeks. My tits are already enlarging, preparing, I’ve commented, saying they’re so sore lately, and you’ve offered to help. I’m way hornier, jumping you whenever possible to get a load in my pussy. I seem to go off into a daze when you’re fucking me, like it’s all I can think about. You love filling up your breeder toy, watching me mindlessly hump your cock like an animal until I feel you cumming.
The test came back, and only a few months later, it’s clear that you’ve certainly bred me so well. I’ve got 5 in me and I’m looking so ripe already, my tits are leaking, huge. I’m already starting to waddle around under the weight of my own womb. You can’t wait to beat that record next time, after all, I’m a proper breeder slut now.
Avia’s Masquerade
Short story available to $1 donors and above (4 Pages).
Here’s a preview:
As Avia steadied herself on a couch she saw it; a woman bent over in the next room, her red skirts around her waist as a man divested her of her smallclothes. As the garment slipped away Avia beheld her netherlips beneath her round posterior. They were pink, plump and dripping with honey. The man brought the fabric down to her knees and licked a finger before running it up the woman’s exposed cleft.
Avia was a virgin. She had dallied with a boy at a party before, playing at kisses and touches, but her mother told her enough to stay away from men until her betrothal was confirmed. The nuns told her to never get caught by a man out of the family alone, that too many were wicked and would press themselves upon her. The woman in red seemed to very much enjoy the man pressing upon her. The sight made Avia very aware of her own nethers. They ached to be fondled, spread and filled.
Avia’s bosom had grown especially large in recent years, and her gown was cut to be dangerously enticing. The ultimate effect was that her large breasts spilled forth from the bodice and the blush of the upper curve of her areolas was only barely concealed by the lace across it. When looking straight down, they were not hidden at all. They hung pendulously over her corset and bounced heavily with every move. Her peaked nipples and deep cleavage drew the gaze of every man within eyeshot, and likely several women.
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I would barely reach 100 pounds on a good day. Most of the time I struggled to keep weight on because all I wanted was to have curves and look sexy. I told my friend that I wish I weighed more that I would gladly double my weight if it meant I could have some curves. My friend said be careful what you wish for - you might get.
The next morning Laying on my back in bed I could barely breath. Under the covers I could see three mounds. Throwing off my blankets my eyes were met by two much larger breasts and a giant belly. I had to roll myself over and slide out of bed. I knew I was heavier - a lot heavier - because my hips and knees began to buckle under my new weight.
Finding my center of gravity I waddled to the bathroom and stepped on the scale. I had to use my phone to take a picture of the scale because I could not see over my belly - 190 pounds and all of it belly and boobs. The rest of me was still stick thin, but I definitely had some curves now.
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Her Roommate’s Father, Her Daddy is a new story available on Smashwords:
Christy’s roommate has a handsome father, and she figures flirting with him is all in good fun. But calling him “Daddy” opens up a whole new world of possibility to her, including the possibility of Christy becoming a mommy!
There’s no actual incest in this one, but instead a short, sexy tale of “daddy” play, and you can pay what you want for it on Smashwords. Tips are always appreciated, though, as are reblogs! Thank you!
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Elle couldn’t wait for her boyfriend to get home from his football game. She planned to give him a big surprise…… the chance to impregnate her. She was looking forward to him grabbing her ankles, spreading her thighs wide and hammering his big cock into her dripping wet pussy. Battering her cervix open to squirt his thick gooey directly into her womb and inflating her belly.
Little did she know, he had been secretly dosing her with powerful fertility pills. She had 6 eggs slipping down her fallopean tubes ready for insemination and he was bringing home the whole team….
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