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alkali1 · 6 days

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Can I ask for Human+ Extra Big Baby+ Painful birth?

(unfinished, but I'm letting it free for y'all)

You're how long overdue?

Are you sure you're not having twins? Or even triplets?

No way you're only having a single baby!

Girl [gender neutral] you sure you still want to go through with a natural home birth?

Their eyes rolled as they scrolled through their feed, comment after comment pouring out pity for them under their latest photo, taken in the nursery they'd finally finished. It showed them, turned to the side to emphasize how big their belly had grown, one of their hands holding a basketball (that they'd borrowed from their roommate) in view of the camera, belly engulfing it easily, seeming nearly twice the size of it.

Charlie wasn't a model or anything, just liked keeping a blog for their pregnancy. And - by the way their following grew (just like their belly) - so did their followers. Yet, as their baby grew continuously and as they entered month ten of pregnancy, so did the pity of their followers. Most weren't as concerned, as long as they kept pictures coming for them to wank to (and they knew that's what they were doing, not like they themself didn't), and for that they were glad.

Their belly shifted as their baby moved, and a hand moved, rubbing over it gently. "I know, kiddo. Soon you'll be out, for sure," they whispered, pulling up the front of their dress to watch their skin stretch with the movements.

A humming breath, fingers tracing their stretch marks, as their belly tightened a little. "Real soon," they murmured, sliding their sweater back down to turn their attention back to their phone. A quick post, stating "Guess who's comin today!", and they let out their breath in a sigh.

Hours passed, contractions getting closer together, their belly reddening even more under the stress, when the door to the apartment opened. They looked up from their phone, smiling at their roommate. "Hey, Aspen," they say, watching as he toed his shoes off and crossed over to them.

"Hey, Charlie." He drops a kiss to their forehead, smiling at them. "How's the troublemaker?" He kneels between their spread thighs, cold hands moving under the hem of their dress, rubbing over their warm belly, causing them to moan softly at the sensation.

"Comin'." His eyes turn back to their face, smile dropping for a moment before returning, hands pausing their movement.

"Really? And you didn't text me?" He pouts, continuing to rub their belly. They shrug, biting the inside of their lip as a new contraction washed over their womb. A groan, their hands holding to either side of their belly on top of Aspen's, just the fabric separating them.

Aspen kept his hands still, leaning forward a little to press his forehead to Charlie's bump. "You've got this, both of you," he says, nuzzling their bump before turning his gaze up to their red face. They let out a sigh as the contraction finally lets up, hands slowly rubbing over their bump, lifting their dress back up to prop on top of it, exposing their bare bump to the air.

"Comin soon, didn't wanna bother you at work," they say, leaning back against the couch. "'Sides, I knew it'd be a while before we were anywhere close."

Hours later found Charlie on their side on the bed, pillow propped between their thighs to hold their hips open as they labored closer to full dilation. Aspen sat behind them, hands on their hips, pressing on them with each contraction, much to Charlie's relief. They had their arm curled under a pillow, other hand clenching the blankets around them in a tight fist as they groaned through a particularly rough contraction.

Aspen's thumbs gently kneaded at their back as he worked to help their pain some, if minutely. Charlie relaxed as the contraction eased, moaning softly. Aspen dropped a kiss to their shoulder, humming lowly. "How d'ya feel?"

Charlie turned their head to look at him, eyes bleary with pain. "Like I've got a boulder tryna come out of my pussy," they sigh. Aspen moved one of his hands, gently rubbing over the side of their belly.

"I'm sorry, Chars. Anything you need me to do to help?" A shake of the head, their pillow hand coming to hold his as their womb tightened again.

"Just what you're doin' already," they groan out, breath whooshing out when the contraction ended. "Actually, help me up, I- ouhh... I wanna stand, there's a lotta pressure buildin' up..." They push themself up as Aspen swiftly got up and rounded the bed to help them up off the bed.

They swing their arms up, holding onto him to keep steady, their sense of balance wonky with the weight shifting deeper into their hips. "Hips," Charlie whines softly, and Aspen follows their cue, hands going to their hips and pressing in, causing them to groan softly, head pressing against his sternum.

"Thanks, Asp," they sigh, shifting a bit on their feet, widening their stance more with a soft moan. "Shit," they groan, tightening their grip on his shoulders with the next contraction, which pitches into a gasp as fluid gushes from them, soaking the towels they'd placed down earlier for this exact reason. "Fuck!"

"Bet that feels good, yeah?"

"Shut up," they groan, knees bending a little as they finish working through the contraction. "Worse, hurts so much more."

"Almost there, need me to check you again?" They sigh shakily, nodding as they let up their grip, leaning against the bed to let him slip his fingers inside, groaning softly as his fingers slip in. "Nine and a half, we're so close, you're so close, I can feel their head."

He pulled his fingers out, hands going right back to their hips. "Ready to have a baby?" Charlie nods shakily, head tipping forward as their belly visibly shrinks under the next contraction, their hands clenching the blankets behind them tight. "Know what position you wanna be in?" They shake their head quickly, one eye peeking open a little to look up at him, face contorted in pain.

"Is it too late to ask for the tub?" They ask, half-joking, shifting to sit back on the edge of the bed, leaning back on their hands. Their belly had very noticeably dropped, hanging between their thighs as they panted a little for breath.

"It's not, do you want me to fill it?" Aspen asked, to which Charlie nodded. He nodded back, giving them a mock salute before hurrying to the bathroom, keeping on ear out for Charlie's groans.

A couple contractions passed as Aspen filled the tub, watching the water and checking its temperature to make it perfect for Charlie to give birth in.

"As-Asp! Fuck, 'm pushing!" His eyes widened as he quickly stopped the tap, running back to Charlie, offering his hand for them to hold onto. Their chin was tucked to their chest, jaw set as they bore down, groaning through clenched teeth. Aspen counted off in his head, watching Charlie's body work with the push.

"Good, that's a great push, Chars! Think you got one more 'fore the end of the contraction? Then I'll help ya to the tub, get you settled," he planned, free hand brushing some hair from their face as they panted a little. They bore down again, belly dropping more with each one, signaling to him that the baby was moving down, cooperating with Charlie's efforts.

They let up again, panting for breath, and Aspen gave them a moment before he helped them stand off the bed. "Think you can make it?" Charlie took a few staggering steps toward the en suite instead of answering him, and Aspen moved to help steady them.

They had to take a couple breaks to let Charlie push, but they made it to the tub without sight of the baby, though there was a bulge starting to grow between Charlie's thighs. Aspen pulled their sweater dress over their head before helping them sink to their butt in the water, settling on his knees to the side of the tub to braid their hair back.

Once that had been accomplished (and Charlie had pushed again), he settled into the water between their spread thighs, hands resting on their knees. "Alright, Chars, we're gettin' to the hardest part, you ready?" They nodded, hand moving to hold one of their knees back as they bore down. Aspen's hands cradled the insides of their thighs, holding them back more as their cunt bulged between them.

Charlie groaned loudly, gasping for breath, free hand moving to feel the bulge between their thighs. "Oh, oh gods.... oh my gooodss... it's starting to burn already, burns like a bitch!" They babble, fingers slowly, gently stroking their labia before their hand returns to their leg as they take a deep breath to push again. Their labia parted, a sliver of the head starting to peek from their body. Aspen's thumbs stroked their quivering thighs as he smiled up at them.

"I see them! I can see their head!" He cheered, and Charlie's hand moved, fingers stroking over the head before they released the push with a gasp, the head slipping back a little. It was still visible, if barely. Aspen smiled at Charlie, his hand moving to gently smooth his thumb over the head. “You’ve got this, Chars. Ready?” They blow through their lips, shaking their head a little.

“They’re huge, not g’nna come easy,” they pant out, belly heaving as they take a breath and bear down again. The head splits their labia more, pulling it into a teardrop shape.

"I know, but you've got this, yeah? You're already almost done with the hardest part, you're stretching around them wonderfully," Aspen encourages, rubbing the inside of their thighs. "Just keep pushing, they'll be here soon."

Charlie cries out, taking a quick breath and pushing again, the head slowly spreading their lips apart, blood flooding the skin, turning it red as the head forces free of their body.

"You're almost crowning, Chars! Almost!" Aspen's fingers move, gently rubbing at Charlie's labia, helping them stretch around the massive head. Charlie's face scrunches up as they push, head tipping back as they scream in pain, the head fully crowned in between their legs.

"Burns, they're too damn big!" They sob, panting heavily, belly heaving. Aspen looks at them over their belly, smiling softly.

"They are big, but you're crowning, you're almost done with the head! One more big push, Chars, then the head'll be out!" He encourages, hand gently cupping over the head. Charlie grunts, pushing hard, belly pushed out as they held their breath.

The head pops free, and Charlie gasps for air, hand shakily reaching to touch the head of their baby. Aspen guides their hand, cupping his over theirs on the head hanging from them. "Oh, oh my god... Oh my god, I'm having a baby," Charlie pants, eyes welling with tears.

"You are! You're having our baby, they're almost here! You're doing so well, just the shoulders left." Charlie nods at Aspen, shifting a little, water splashing against the ceramic of the tub as they push, one shoulder slowly stretching them out with a scream.

Aspen gently cups both hands on the baby, preparing to bring them up to Charlie's chest as they push one last time, yelling with the effort, their face and belly reddening under the stress. Their baby pops free, rushing into the water and Aspen's waiting hands.

He's quick to bring the infant up, resting them - her - on Charlie's chest, holding her in place as Charlie shakily brings their hands up to hold their daughter against their body, looking down at her as they sob freely, Aspen dropping soft kisses on both Charlie's temple and the baby's head. "You rest, I'll take care of cleanup, yeah? Just try to get her to latch, get her some milk. I'll go get you a snack."

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alkali1 · 6 days

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"Ghnn-!"

Aether grunted, gripping the pillar behind them for leverage as they bore down on the egg in their hips. It stretched their cunt out more before slipping back when they released, making them groan in frustration.

"Stupid- fucking- gryphons-! Stupid, large- eggs!" They screamed, the egg staying put when they released, their hand moving down to feel the tip of the egg. They let out a shuddering groan, head falling back against the pillar.

They were gonna be here a while...

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alkali1 · 6 days

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oh my god 🥵

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alkali1 · 6 days

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I have never felt so sexy as I do now!!!

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alkali1 · 7 days

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i can't help but love how darling you look, spread out on our bed, your swollen cunt so wet and gorgeous, just for me. your tits, weeping, as you lay trapped under your gravid belly.

a sweet little bunny too well-bred to get off on its own. oh, how you pant and beg to feel my mouth on you, to feel my tongue run circles around your clit. to feel my fingers enter you, massage you. and how i love the gorgeous little noises you make, all the more sensitive from your pregnancy.

oh, don't be silly, baby — of course you knew this is what happens when you get thoroughly bred. so utterly needy and helpless for me. but you love it, don't you? all those times you begged me to breed you, and now you're addicted.

now, let's get some practice for your next breeding, shall we?

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alkali1 · 7 days

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Hnnngh, the thought of my belly being so sensitive from almost bursting with your babies growing inside is sending me into fucking heat.

I want to be overdue, absolutely no space left anymore. Belly misshapen by all the movement from the life crammed into it, skin stretched impossibly tight, bellybutton flat, stretchmarks splattered all over the underside and my achy hips.

I'd be hard and leaky all the time at this state of pregnancy, every move making me whine and whimper. I couldn't stand touching myself, even wearing clothes would be torture. But your hands placed on the heavy orb would drive me insane. Fingers digging into the sore muscles, brushing over my navel would make me a moaning, begging, crying mess. I'd lose my fucking mind.

I'd be cumming from you touching my poor belly alone.

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alkali1 · 7 days

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Some late night thoughts I've had...

Having a breeding kink means nothing if:

If you don't find her beautiful at every stage of her pregnancy, and adore her growing body

If you're not attracted to her post partum body, her bloated belly and swollen breasts. If you don't find normal all the stretch marks, scars and daily pains

And with that comes the responsibility of caring for your child and doing housework while your wife recovers!! Show your love to her and be thankful for everything she's done <3

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alkali1 · 7 days

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Hi mods! Please credit me @meanpregcomm thank you so much!

IYP Requests #411-4

"A sailor tests his faithless lover by putting a spell on her, that she'd get instantly full term pregnant by each man she lay with while he is away for a year, but not give birth until his return. Neither of them are prepared for how enormous her belly is when he returns."

He couldn't prove it, but he suspected Benedictine of getting too friendly with her brother's business partner. It wasn't that important for her to be at the shop every day, she was only supposed to work there part time when they had two shipments at once to unload. He knew she just went to flirt. but she was the perfect wife in every other way--and she always denied that she was unfaithful.

He tried to put it out of his mind, but when he learned that his next voyage duration would be 12 months, he couldn't abide not knowing what she was doing while he was away. he'd only ever left her on short trips of a few months. The trouble she could get up to in a year...he needed something to help.

Although his mother had always warned him against it, he visited the shop underneath the butcher on rose street. It smelled nicer than he expected, like tobacco and cloves. He explained his predicament to the owner, who silently offered him a bag of herbs.

"Make this into a tea for her, and when you return from your trip there will be proof, either of her faithfulness or her faithlessness," the old man told him, gravelly voice somber. "Use caution, this is powerful magic."

Benedictine sighed with relief. Finally Nathan was gone and she could see Simon without so much dramatic sneaking! She set a basket of red flowers on her stoop--the sign they'd agreed on to mark when Benedictine had seen her husband board his ship and sail away--and waited. That evening, a knock on her door turned, as she opened it, into the handsome smile of her lover. She pulled him quickly inside, and he swept her into a crushing hug.

"Not yet, you dog," she giggled, slapping his hand away from her ass, "He's gone! I want to have DINNER with you, and take our time for once. "

She led him to the table, and a roast and some wine turned into more wine and giggles which turned into him kneeling on the floor, drunkenly pretending to propose. When she leaned forward to kiss him, he threw her skirts over her head and dived between her legs, lapping enthusiastically at her clit as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Before she came, she guided his lips back to hers and kissed him, savoring her taste on his mouth. She climbed down onto the floor with him and guided him inside her, fucking herself on him until he came in a warm gush. Sliding off him, she sank into a sticky black sleep, snuggled into his side.

When she woke up, she struggled to sit up. There was a big, round, heavy bump where her tight, twenty year old belly had been the day before. She looked pregnant, nearly ready to give birth. At first she blinked her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming or seriously hungover. She nudged Simon awake, and his eyes widened in horror. "So you see it too, I'm not imagining things," she thought aloud. "I need to go to the midwife."

She got dressed, dispatching Simon to ask the apothecary if he had anything for severe bloat. She headed to the midwife's cottage, hoping the flutters she felt in her belly were gas bubbles and not the kicks of a baby in an inexplicably fast pregnancy. Before she had managed to waddle halfway to the midwife's cottage, she was intercepted by the cardinal, who gave her middle a pointed look.

"My child, you look quite different than you did last week when I saw you at church," he droned disapprovingly. Taking her arm less than gently and strong-arming her into walking with him, he hissed "I know what you've been doing. The only way a woman can become pregnant so quickly is dealings with the devil." She protested, but his grip on her arm tightened, and he unlocked and dragged her through the gate into the courtyard of the church yard.

"I'm going to have to perform an exorcism," he said, holding her arms with one hand and lifting her skirts up over her big belly. He took out his cock and thrust into her awkwardly, breathing heavily. He muttered to himself about god and demons, and she slumped and tried not to think about his dandruff-riddled hair as he humped her. He came, and she felt relief as he pulled out and dressed her again. He began to button his trousers, and her relief turned to horror as she began to grow again before her eyes. The pain was intense, but the fear and shame she felt as she watched her already burdened belly double in size dwarfed any physical pain. What was happening to her?

The cardinal barely gave her a look before striding confidently off towards the chapel. Benedictine dragged herself to her feet, and continued to stumble in the direction of the midwife's cottage.

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They had tied four hospital beds together, in the end. Other than sleeping on the floor, there was no other furniture in that would hold her. After the midwife had been unable to help, she'd returned home, and after discovering that everyone in her neighborhood was terrified of her, believing her possesses, she began a long, blistering walk to a neighboring village. Once there, she'd had to sell herself to earn enough to rent a room, but after each tryst she got bigger, until she was immobile and the decision was made by the town constable to take her to the hospital, where she lived for four months while waiting for her husband to return. She'd told them he was away on a voyage, but she'd left out the part about her pregnancy having begun after he'd left, exactly a year ago. She'd also let them believe her pregnancy was a normal length, and left out the full-term immediately part. She needed her hosts to pity her as an expectant mother of multiple strong sons of the land, not fear her as a carrier of demons.

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He had spent twelve months imagining the hundreds of scenarios that could have played out with the magic tea and his wife. Anxious yet terrified to see her, he almost missed his captain shouting to him as he headed toward home.

"There's a message for you! Benedictine is in Portsmouth, staying at the hospital there. You're supposed to go meet her."

"Thanks captain!" he yelled over his shoulder as he waded into the sea of carriages, trying to hail a hackney cab.

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He couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he had left, his wife had been a normal size, maybe a little thin. What he was seeing in front of him was an unrecognizable creature. Her thin arms and legs rested on a wooden platform built with a circle in the center, so her enormous stomach could rest on the bed below. She couldn't lift her head, and her breasts were also swollen and hanging down, ridiculously dwarfed by the pregnant orb of her stomach. Her belly must measure at least five feet in length, he thought to himself, and perhaps four feet wide. She is impossibly pregnant.

She turned her head with effort and spotted him. Instantly she started to struggle, trying to lift her head further to turn toward him and smile. "My love, you're back safely," she called to him.

He stopped right before her outstretched arm could reach him. "Don't touch me, you whore." He coldly surveyed her. "I don't know what you did, but these are not my children. I'm leaving you, and I never want to see you again. But before I go, I think I'm going to take advantage of your current state."

He climbed up on her platform and found where her pussy was underneath her skirts. He shoved himself inside her and angrily fucked her, ignoring her cries of pain, until he splattered the inside of her swollen vagina with his cum. He was cleaning himself up and walking away when he heard the groaning of the wooden platform as her belly began to swell with another child. He laughed aloud as he realized what the tea must have done to her. She gets more pregnant every time she has sex! What an incredibly fitting punishment.

"No, don't leave me," she screamed, sobbing. The wooden platform cracked and groaned, but ultimately it was her taxed womb that suffered, since she was now stuffed into the platform so hard it was digging several inches deep into her now larger belly. She screamed for her hosts, for her husband, and for god, as her bulging, whale sized middle began to pulse with contractions.

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alkali1 · 8 days

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She doesn't put much stock in the mythical, but she's been trying to get pregnant for so long now, with no luck. It destroyed her last relationship; but her husband now, he understands. Anything she can find, she's willing to try, so when she dips into the room with it's smoky scent, low lights, bowls of strange spices, bottles of oils and rocks on display, she doesn't really know why. But there must be something here, some - stupid spell or similar, something - that she can use.

And her eyes cast past figurines of dragons and stop at a rock of beautiful rocks. Carved facets, shimmering shades of purple and green, finally on a small row of perfect little orbs. One catches her eye in particular. Perfectly smooth, in deep red, with gold veins over it's surface, in it's little cradle. And when she squints for the price, the name jumps out at her - fertility stone.

"Ah, a beautiful choice." the woman who appears looks exactly how she'd expect - pale, perfectly thick and sharp eyeliner, pitch black gothic clothing, intense green eyes currently heavy lidded. "That's a very potent magic. It'll help." she smiled, as if entirely bored. But it was calling out, the stone, so she nodded, looking at it again.

"Yeah. I'll take it."

"Great choice." floating back behind the counter, the goth girl returned with a soft cloth, never touching it with her skin as she wrapped it in several layers, placed it in a bag, and rang her up. "It works best at night." she said, boredly.

"So, I just, uh, leave it near the bed, or ... wash it in moonlight, or what?" she felt stupid asking. Even moreso as a dark brow quirked. "It's a fertility stone. What do you think you do with it? Tap here." the beep of the card reader was loud, jarring, and she could feel her cheeks go red as she picked up her bag and left as fast as she could.

Later that night, just after sun had set, she lay in her bed. Her husband was due home in a few hours; she wanted to be ... ready for him. And so she'd been stroking, teasing herself for quite some time, fully soaked, imagining him... and her mind drifted to the bag, currently next to the bed. Reaching inside, feeling like a damn fool, she pulled out the stone. It was still wrapped in that velvet cloth. When she slid it out, holding the solid weight in her palm, it was surprisingly warm for stone.

Her pussy also felt warm. Hot, even. Her womb was aching, empty. She wanted children. She wanted to feel herself swell with life. All thoughts of foolishness fell away as she lowered it down, rubbing it over her slick. It seemed to get warmer, surely because of her body heat, as she started to press. It was heavy, thick, thicker than her partner, but slowly, her hole relaxed, allowing her to begin to push it in.

Waves of bliss rolled through her spine as her fingertisp took it deeper, tunnel seeming to seize on it, feeling the pull on her fingers as she pushed it deeper, like her body was devouring it.

"Oh, fuck." her spare hand squeezed her breast, gasping, panting over the waves of bliss as it slipped deeper, and deeper still. Surely it must be u pagainst her cervix soon, half waiting for pain as she couldn't stop herself clenching, sucking down on it, feeling so, so good. It was like it was getting bigger inside her, and she could feel with every press on her clit - with her hand free, her body had taken over pulling on the orb, and so she was able to stroke herself again - that she was so, so close.

And then she came, harder than she'd ever cum before, mind full of her belly swollen, and there was just a slight pop - a pressure releasing, and yet tightening all the same.

Legs slumped, fell open on the bed, panting. And as she peered down at her sticky fingers, she saw her usually-flat belly... with a lump in it. Just a little one, barely noticable. But when she reached down, stroking her finger over it, she felt it shift. The stone.

It was in her womb.

"Oh, shit. Oh my god." she gasped. Did she call the hospital? She hadn't felt it go in, there had been no pain. Jolting to her feet, she stumbled towards her cell phone, reaching out - moaning, staggering, grabbing the side of the nearby cabinet, looking at herself in her mirror. Hunched over, panting, skin flush with pleasure - and her belly swelling, shifting. Waves of warmth, tingles, throbbs, rushing out from that orb inside her. It was moving, growing - splitting. And then splitting again, watching before her eyes as her belly grew, stretched, the orbs leaving strange indentations but feeling so good that soon she was howling in pleasure, finding her legs spreading onto the ground, drawn down by the weight as she shot to six months, then seven, nine months, overdue...

When the sensations stopped, she was trapped on the ground. Her belly looked overdue with twins, skin stretched, lumpy and thin. Her whole body shuddered in pleasure as dopey hands trailed over it, tiny fireworks of pleasure with each touch... and then there was a new feeling. A tightening. Groaning, she shifted as best she could, bracing her knees as the first egg dropped its way into her tunnel...

When her husband opened the door to her moaning, his cock started twitching. She'd started without him? The words died on his lips as he made his way into the bedroom, finding her legs splayed, gasping and moaning, whole skin flush as her sore pussy spread around yet another egg, a pile of them all around her, each beautiful red and gold veined orb dripping with slick. His cock jumped from awake to rock hard in an instant, as he took in her glazed face and drooling mouth.

"Hey, honey." he whispered. "I always knew you'd look good as a breeder." and he popped the fly on his trousers, starting to grin.

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