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Getting high again after work and all I can think of is I wish I was a teen getting groomed online and got made a teen mom by my way older predatory boyfriend who wanted to make sure he could control me for the rest of my life...

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here’s a little something for my preggo fetish followers

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[Patreon Request] Bros to Breeding Buddies

Written in response to a request on Patreon: "College roommates start fooling around, and one thing leads to the next until they're breeding primally."

Theme(s): Breeding, transmasculine carrier, progressively more intense sex, casual sex, unsafe sex

The only reason this even started was because both of you needed to blow off some steam.

You and Jake have been roommates for two years now, ever since you both started studying at the same college. Since then, he's become your best friend, your bro, the guy you play video games with until 3 AM, the one who always has your back when things get tough. He doesn't care that you're trans, either, which is a huge relief as well.  

It's safe to say that you trust each other completely. So when the air between you started to shift, neither of you really knew how to handle it.  

It started innocently enough, late one night after an exhausting date of classes. Jake sprawled out next to you to watch TV with one arm slung over the back of the couch, the fingers of his other hand absentmindedly toying with the hem of your t-shirt. You didn't think much of it at first –Jake had always been the touchy-feely sort– but then his hand drifted, sliding almost experimentally over the curve of your thigh.  

You didn't say anything, breath held with anticipation.

Those first few touches were gentle, almost shy. A hunger you hadn't expected began to build in your gut. You gave in, letting your best friend climb over you, letting him push into you, and damn if the pleasure of it didn't make your head spin.   

Now, only a scant handful of weeks later, the two of you are hurtling past the point of no return. There's nothing tentative about the way he takes you now. No, now every time he fucks you, it's like he's trying to claim you, to mark you as his, in a way that's unexpectedly raw and intense.

And every time, you let him.

"Fuck," he groans, pinning you to the kitchen table of your tiny city apartment, his brisk thrusts growing erratic as he gets closer to the edge. "I'm gonna come!"

Something inside of you snaps at hearing those words. "Yeah," you whimper, raising your hips to give him better access to your sopping cunt. "Please, Jake, I need it. I need—I need you to come inside me!"

He growls, his hips slamming into yours once more, twice, and then he's crushing you against the cheap laminate surface as his cock pulses deep inside of you. You cry out, spiraling over the edge of your own orgasm so fast that you're almost surprised by the ferocity of it.

For a moment, neither of you moves. Then he slowly pulls out, his breathing heavy and uneven as seed drips out of you onto the table where you just ate breakfast.

"Fuck," he says again, his voice rough. "That was… fuck." There's a moment of silence, then– "I thought you weren't on birth control."

"I'm not," you reply, and there's not an ounce of remorse in your voice.

The two of you watch each other for a minute, like you're both reassessing the situation. Like you're both trying to figure out what to do about this shift. "Are we good?" he eventually asks.

"Yeah," you say, and it's true.

You never really discuss what's happening between you and Jake. In some ways, it feels like you're simply giving in to your instincts, letting him take the reins of your relationship, and part of you enjoys relinquishing that control. Your worries about college and the potential consequences of what you're doing are easy enough to compartmentalize in the face of the mind-melting pleasure of being regularly fucked by Jake.

You're in your room folding laundry when he grabs your waist from behind, throwing you down and pinning you to the mattress in one quick motion. The next thing you know, your shorts are around your ankles, and he's plowing you so hard and fast that you can barely catch your breath.

"You like that?" he growls, his husky voice sending shivers through your core. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Yes," you gasp, bucking to try and take him deeper. "Yes, Jake, please!"

He hums, pleased by your response, and you can almost hear the feral grin in his voice. "You want me to breed you again, huh? Fill you up with my seed?"

"Yeah," you choke out, your voice breaking when the angle of his cock hits something inside you that makes you see stars. "God, Jake, please!"

"You want me to put a baby in you?"

"Yes!" You're nearly sobbing now, all of your thoughts narrowing down to that one single craving. Breed me. Put a baby in me. Knock me up.

Then his hand is at the back of your neck, holding you down. You're practically helpless beneath the larger form of your best friend, who's balls deep in your cunt as he rides you like a beast in rut. All you can do is clutch at the fabric rumpled under your body and hold on for dear life. You can hear the wet squelch of your body around him, feel the rapture of his thick cock forcing you open, smell the heavy musk of bodies and sex while he tries to impregnate you.

Is this what it's like to be in heat? He's breeding you, and you are practically slavering for it.  

Jake doesn't even bother with a warning. The tensing of his body and the sensation of come flooding your womb to claim you as his bitch triggers a heady climax, one that leaves your eyes rolling in your skull and your body shuddering.

Fucking hell—he's ruined you. If you don't leave school for summer break with a swollen womb, it'll be a miracle.  

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Hot pregnant babes

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actual peak, perfect bump, god i want that

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i wish i had a bump like this its so adorable

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me and my future husband who loves to make babies with me 🥰

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long distance rapid pregnancy app where you get to control how pregnant you make me 😵‍💫 . imagining going about my day, teasing you over messages about how badly i want to have your baby. when suddenly, i feel an ache curling in my tummy. my breasts start to feel fuller, as if something milk now fills them. my favorite sweater starts to feel snugger, the button on my jeans suddenly pressing so hard into my skin it hurts.

my fingers quickly unbutton them from the strain, when suddenly my zipper flies down on its own. an expanding curve now growing and throbbing in my hands. my hips widen a bit, helping to cradle the baby whatever is inside me. my back arches and i find myself leaning back to accommodate this heavy mass. both hands have gone to my lower back to brace myself, my stance widening.

my phone has disappeared from view entirely, now on the floor near my feet, under my now huge belly. it buzzes on the floor with a single message from you.

“you promised me you’d send me belly growth pics. didn’t you?”

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i want to be her...

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whats even the point of drawing a pair of huge juicy honkas if youre not gonna show off their softness and weight??

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It was the same position you were bred in, now it’s the position that shows how much you’ve grown