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?
There's no need to pretend, wouldn't you just love to look like her? To be an airheaded bimbo happily showing off her growing belly that's nice and full with her owner's baby, and with a body built for breeding to match.
There's no need for your IQ to be high or for you to get degrees, those aren't important for girls. All you need is a Man to mold you into the perfect little baby maker you're made to be.
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:
You'll end up seeing yourself just as a belly after a few pregnancies - a womb to help grow a big, strong family that'll keep misogyny alive for another generation to come, just as every good Man and obedient woman has done for all of history.
Let babies grow in your belly almost uncontrollably, one after the other, birth after birth, your huge distended stomach barely having a chance to flatten out before it's bulging with yet another child. It's your purpose, it's impossible to deny.