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Need urgent milking... boobs heavy with milk

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and then here’s pumping on the highest suction!! feels a lot more like i’m being actually milked >_<

(CISHET MEN, EMPTY BLOGS, AGELESS BLOGS DNI - I BLOCK ON SIGHT!)

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Hoje faço 9 anos de Tumblr! 🥳

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And here we go again. Heavy with baby I'm not even sure who's the fater.

I guess another one that goes for a lovely couple looking to adopt

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Cash Cow

A: Moth

The day began like any other. Before the sun rose you were awoken by a horny early riser who needed to get rid of his morning wood. You took three cocks before the pre-breakfast rush began, pretty average for the middle of the week. You were given your milk stimulant and tested for pregnancy. You managed to cum during the afternoon rush. It wasn’t from the man pounding your ass or the one ramming his cock into your pussy like a jackhammer— the guy pushing your head down into his lap over and over again was inadvertently rubbing his legs against your nipples and they went rock hard, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave from your nipples down through your groin. When the three men left, you sat back in your stall, exhausted but thankful that you’d gotten an orgasm this time.

You enjoy a short nap before your daily milking, but you’re soon woken by the sound of voices outside the door of your stall. They’re walking past the building and all you hear is “...finally!” “Yes, we can get much more!” You’re confused. More money? Were they planning on selling you because you couldn’t give enough? Usually the Stablemaster could only squeeze out a few drops of milk during your daily sessions. You had taken to playing with them vigorously every day, and they had become more sensitive and puffier. Your milk supply had increased but not as much as you hoped. You shifted closer to the door, hoping to overhear more details. Just then, though, the stall door swung open and there was the Stablemaster and one of the stable hands, carrying a large box. The Stablemaster was beaming at you. “Congrats, pet, you’re finally going to earn your keep! It looks like we’ve managed to knock you up at last.” He nods at the stable hand, who puts down the box he’s holding and leaves the two of you alone in the stall, shutting the door behind him.

You see the Stablemaster’s big hand start to rub the bulge now straining the front of his pants. He rips open the box and you see what it contains—a set of silicone suction cups. He licks each one and clamps then over both your nipples, and you feel their force suck at your skin, your nipples hardening rapidly. He pushes you over your cot so that your ass is in the air and your tits hang over one side. He positions himself behind you and reaches around to grab your engorged breasts. Then his warm, solid cock—one of the largest and finest ones in the camp, in your opinion—rubs against your pussy and you begin to grind your hips backwards into him. His cock inflates, growing harder and harder and then slipping into your slick, wet pussy. You brace yourself. The Stablemaster didn’t take you very often. You got so much pleasure from his attempts to examine or milk you but he never touched you long enough for you to feel satisfaction, or squeezed you any more than necessary to get his job done. Now, though, he was taking his sweet time with you, pushing your hips away and slamming back into them in a slow, steady pumping motion. His fat cock was pulsing inside you. “It should have been me who got to knock you up, my little pet,” he growls, “but I can just wait until next time. I’ll keep you fat with my babies as long as I can. For now, you just be a good little pet and take it.” He flips you over with ease, swings your legs over his shoulders, and starts to ram you even harder, the cot squeaking below you. Suddenly, he grabs both the suction cups over your nipples and pulls them free with a loud pop. Your nipples are swollen and you see droplets of milk spray out as the pressure releases. He attaches your milking machine, barely stopping his relentless pounding, and the hoses start to pump at your breasts like they do every day. This time, though, you see spurts of milk come out and feel the stimulation bring you a little closer to bliss. The stable master’s rhythm starts to falter and you realize he’s about to cum. You moan as you feel him cum inside you, his hot seed filling you up. When he pulls out he grabs another box that you missed before.

“Just a little present since you’ve finally gotten pregnant.” You open it to find a set of three pink patches. You look at them for a moment, puzzled, but the Stablemaster chuckles. “I’ll just show you.” He places the two doughnut-shaped patches around each of your nipples and the small circular one directly over your clit, and then presses a button on a matching pink remote. The patches start to vibrate, gently at first, and then gradually intensify. Your body shakes and you’re gasping for air, writhing around on your cot. The pleasure is mounting as the vibrations get stronger and your second orgasm rumbles through you as you pant and moan louder. You’ve barely recovered, but the vibrations won’t end, and you come again and again in waves until you’re so exhausted that the orgasms barely make you twitch. Finally, the Stablemaster switches off the patches and hands you the remote. “Have fun”, he says, “and congrats.”

You start using your new toy whenever you have the chance. Your milk flows better than ever and your belly begins to show a small outward curve as your pregnancy progresses. Late one evening, one man comes to visit for a post-dinner ride and interrupts your session. You don’t mind, though—when he takes you, he doesn’t take the patches off and plays with the remote himself as he thrusts in and out of you and kneads your milky tits. You come, hard, just minutes later. Your visitor is enchanted by your heightened sensitivity and starts spreading the word that the camp’s fucktoy has some fun new features.

The men start to visit more and more often, and to your delight they’re now more likely to come in groups. You relish the feeling of riding a cock while simultaneously sucking one and having your ass pounded, and the first time this happened with the addition of the vibrating patches you came with such an intensity that you almost passed out, then saw stars for half an hour afterwards. Your milk flow continued to increase as your belly swelled, and the Stablemaster decided to upgrade your cot to a mattress as a reward. More importantly, he also began to visit more, often late at night so he could take as long as he wanted slamming his cock into you over and over. As he fucked you, he liked to talk about how much he loves seeing your rounded belly bouncing with each thrust, the hot milk squirting out of your nipples, and that as soon as you push out this baby he’s going to make sure he knocks you up with more. You’re looking forward to it.

You continue to get heavier and rounder as the days pass, which limits your flexibility a bit in terms of sex positions. It does not decrease your libido, or the libidos of anyone else in the camp. There are sometimes lines that form outside the stable, occasionally because the Stablemaster has been wanting to fuck you much more often than before you got pregnant. The other men grumble about how much time he gets with you, but once they’ve had a turn with your delicious body they generally forget all about the unfairness.

Your water breaks in a spectacular fashion while you’re braced against a stable wall, getting railed from behind. The man who’s fucking you falters for just a second but starts again at an even faster pace, until suddenly the Stablemaster bursts in and roughly shoves him away from you. “That’s it for today, get out!” he growls.

The man protests weakly but backs away when he sees the fire in the stable master’s eyes. Once you’re alone, the Stablemaster strips, sits on your mattress and pulls you down on his lap, forcing his lovely cock up your ass so suddenly that it makes you gasp. It doesn’t hurt at all though—mainly because of the pressure of the contractions that have just started, partially because of the pleasure from his large hands smacking and rubbing your enormous, leaky tits. He pulls on them greedily and your hot milk spurts everywhere. He leans forward and whispers, “I’m going to fuck your ass until you give birth, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy until you’re pregnant again.”

You can only moan in response as he keeps slamming his cock into you, and you spread your legs wider as you feel the baby dropping lower. The stable master picks up his pace, and you start to pant as you push and bounce up and down on his dick. Suddenly, the pressure intensifies and you look down to see the baby’s head beginning to crown between your legs. You’re shocked that it’s happening so fast and that it doesn’t seem to hurt, but maybe that’s because the Stablemaster has turned the vibrations on the patches all the way up to maximum and all you can feel is the buzzing warmth that’s flowing over you from your nipples and clit. You give a mighty push, while he continues his relentless pace, and you feel a tremendous orgasm building as your baby continues its progress. You’re sweating all over, gasping for breath, and your muscles are burning as you push. With a gush of fluid, the whole body is out and you come, shuddering violently. You have just a moment to recover as the Stablemaster grunts, ejaculates into you, and pulls out, and the baby begins to cry. You hold the baby up and see that it’s a boy, and hold him close to one breast. He latches and immediately begins to suck, sending waves of pleasant hormones over you. As you nurse, you feel a hand lifting one of your legs and a hot, hard cock—the Stablemaster is keeping his promise. You smile and guide him in—you can’t wait to do this all over again.

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So heavy with this new baby, boobs full of milk, still breastfeeding the last one

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Heavily pregnant

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I need help, the man will keep me pregnant all the time... My body is huge with babies every year. I'm 28y and have 10 kids ... 2 twins pregnancies. Besides he treats me like a breeding slave. I'm alowed to go out of the house.... Never

Here pics of my 9th pregnancy. 4 months, singleton this time # baby11

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Very heavy, my 8th pregnancy... My man won't let me have a break... Keeps me pregnant every year... Feel tired but so happy... That's what I've been made for

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Tired with two babies - 18 weeks insidee

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You are heavily pregnant and have been displayed fully naked for sale at the slave market in the market square. On your belly is painted the number 2 which indicates that this is your second pregnancy and also implies your fertility. Describe what led to you being put up for sale.

Written by @pregnancyismykink :)

(I changed it just a little, hope you don’t mind)

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The crowd gathered in front of you is one of the largest you’ve ever seen at the breeding fair. The town is stock full of pregnant women, and their masters show them off here at the fair so that their business repor can get boosted. The winner also gets a years supply of fertility pills and $1,000 to spend as they choose. The men win by taking good care of their slaves, keeping them well fed and obedient, and also the size of the women’s bellies get measured to see who carries the biggest brood.

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