These days, the only thing bigger than your tits and belly is your smile. It's true what they say, bred girls are happiest.

They stopped being women about 8 months ago, on that fateful day or night that they decided they were ready to be bred. Now they are goddesses, their curvy bodies softening and swelling to the very limit of female potential.

You have up control of your body to the man who bred, and yet each day you feel more and more like you're at last free to be the woman you were truly meant to be.

Having a belly big and round enough for your tits to rest on top of, and tits big enough to need the support, feels like a far greater accomplishment to you than running that marathon ever did.

They never would have thought that growing a baby, his baby, inside them both could ever feel this good. These days the mere thought of him keeping both of them knocked up forever with his children is enough to flood their cunts and make their dark nipples throb. Thankfully there is always someone around who understands where her growing, changing body needs to be pleasured.

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It had only been a few weeks into her current relationship when Zoe confided her fantasies in him. Despite being a brilliant, young lawyer on the fast-track to partner, it was the thought of being an object used purely for sex that really turned her on. For years she’d struggled with this dichotomy, and in her attempts to reconcile her professional and sex lives she ended up feeling far too much unnecessary shame. These thoughts made her feel like a bad feminist, like someone who wasn’t doing her part to smash the patriarchy or make the world a more equitable place. When he responded with love and support, and a willingness to treat her like a bimbo in the bedroom, Zoe knew that he was the one for her.

Then her birth control failed, and a couple of years ahead of schedule Zoe found herself staring at a positive pregnancy test. They had both wanted a family, but in those first few weeks Zoe was shocked to discover how good it felt to be knocked up. Instead of morning sickness it was like every part of her was turbocharged, especially her arousal. By the time her bump became visible at the end of the first trimester she was masturbating and getting fucked both twice a day, and by the end of her second trimester she’d had to take a leave of absence from the firm for “medical” reasons.

It turns out getting a baby pumped into her belly was exactly the thing Zoe needed to enjoy being the depraved slut she’d always fantasized about becoming. These days all she needed to do was play with her huge titties, which had helpfully shot through four cup sizes in the past four months, and constantly fondle the soaking clit that now rubbed against her thick new thighs. One day her boyfriend came home to find Zoe with newly-dyed blonde hair and lip fillers, and a few of her hot-pink fingernails visible as the rest were buried in her pussy. If this pregnancy was going to turn her into a ravenous, busty sex toy good for only one thing, shouldn’t she embrace the part?

On hiatus

Howdy there, tumblrinos. Sorry you haven't heard from me in a bit, as I've been busy traveling to Namibia. Yes, you read that right.

I'm going to be here for a couple more hectic weeks, so don't expect much smut from me (although heaven knows I'll try). But fear not, for I will be back in the good old US of A at the beginning of May and will be ready to start posting some more of our favorite busty, big-bellied babes.

And in the meantime, here are some more of said busty, big-bellied babes:

18 months ago she’d been a high powered corporate attorney with an IUD and no plans to ever sacrifice her career. But a chance encounter with the right man showed her the error of her ways, and that a beautiful, feminine woman like her could never be happy doing all those manly things instead of submitting to the desires of her biology. With that epiphany in mind she submitted herself, in both body and mind to this powerful, intelligent man with the faith that he would help her reach her true potential. She abandoned her unfulfilling desire to take initiative and instead trusted his control, which she was rewarded for with a sense of satisfaction she’d never felt before.

He encouraged her to embrace her feminine beauty by growing her hair out and getting her lips done. He encouraged her to embrace her sexuality, to be open with her arousal and accept that for her so much of her pleasure derives from being dominated. And at last, when she was finally enlightened enough to listen, her helped her to embrace her special womanly gifts by getting pregnant with his seed.

Now, as she caressed every new inch of flesh on her body, the glorious new curves he’d been good enough to give her, she realized how lucky she was to have met him. He’d saved her for a life of drudgery, of thinking for her own, and blessed her with an existence where all she had to do is grow round and heavy with his children, the way she was always meant to, and support him with her touch, her milk, or her warm pussy.

Gazing at your altered form leaves me with a feeling of deep primal satisfaction. I have made you pregnant, it is my seed safely planted in your belly and growing larger and more complete by the day. Even though I intellectually know that thousands of years of evolution and natural selection have hard-wired me to feel this way, I truly believe that this swollen, growing version of you is the most beautiful you could ever possibly be. And I know that these same hard-wired feelings are at work in your mind, your body making you feel the same as I do.

Lust beings to consume me; I cannot wait to bury my cock, the one that made you so perfect, inside your waiting cunt and feel your heavy, feminine body press down on me, every one of your beautiful new curves on display and available for my enjoyment.

I want you to imagine how it would feel if your own breasts looked this. Imagine the weight as they hang heavy from your slight frame. Imagine the sense of pressure, at first barely imperceptible, but soon growing into an urgent, throbbing ache that will come to dominate your thoughts if not addressed.

Look down at your significantly-expanded tits and marvel at their size and the way the milk rapidly filling inside them keeps them firm and jutting outward. Trace your hands wistfully across the network of blue veins crisscrossing your mammaries, a product of stretched skin and quick growth, and then at last down to your dusky aureola. They had once been a girly pink color, now they are dark, womanly color that communicate to all who see them what your body is capable of producing.

The pressure is almost unbearable now. Your tits are stretched and achy, and the urge to be fed from, to have a hungry, unrelenting mouth suck away at your nipples, is all-encompassing. But there is no man around, at least not yet. Gingerly, you bring your thumb and forefinger to your nubs, bolts of sheer pleasure traveling to your pussy with a ferocity never previously experienced. Even before your hands are in place you feel a moistness–your letdown is beginning. Soon milk is spraying from your breasts, the pleasure accompanying every tug and spurt only encouraging you to knead harder, deeper, faster. After a while you find your tits no longer spraying.

They are softer now, and a little smaller, which actually disappoints you a bit. But you also know that the more you drain, the more your body will make as a result, and the bustier you’ll get. You were blessed with big tits for a reason. They are there to be groped and fondled and sucked on, and ultimately to produce milk.

Your job is to make milk because deep down it is in your feminine nature to want to feed others and use your body to make them happy. And you know that your body will reward you for these acts by making them so pleasurable and so rewarding that you’ll never want to stop. 

Do you remember one of the most important rules of being a bimbo? All cum must go inside your pussy until you’re good and knocked up. Only bimbos with big bellies and milky tits get to feel my seed on the outside.