fulfillpurpose

[fulfillpurpose]

I’ve been finding recently when I ovulate I’ve been going a little feral 😅 the need to be filled up is super super strong, I’ve been coping by fucking a fwb whenever that time comes around and I know for a fact that breeding is a huge kink of his. I’m a little worried I’m going to beg him to breed me one of these months and he’ll happily do so

Some people??? get fucked while ovulating??? to cope???

Snowclones aside, this is very funny. That's how you "cope" with your body needing to have a baby? Maybe tonight I'll "cope with" hunger by having a nice steak. With some plastic wrap over it, if I'm trying to exercise self-restraint.

Come on. How do you expect this to go? You're taking cock specifically when you're most fertile, from a man who you know wants to knock you up. You don't even mention any precautions you're taking - is it a millimeter of latex stopping you from getting pregnant, or just his willingness to pull out and the hope that he doesn't leak too much pre-cum inside of you?

Either of those will be gone soon, if they aren't already. You're going to beg him to fuck you bare, or he's just going to push further inside of you once he's on the edge. There's only one way this goes, and it's the way it's gone since time immemorial.

Don't you know that going feral is how girls end up domesticated?

[fulfillpurpose]

Paid and Played

The sound of her sobs of pleasure are etched into my very soul. When I close my eyes, I can see her bound body, writhing, shaking, breaking under unfathomable pleasure. She’s been burned into my soul and now I own her.

My pretty girl was a bit of an impulse buy. A very, very expensive purchase seeing as I wasn’t expecting to jump into a bidding war but something inside of me just needed to have her when she came onto screen during the auction. And I’ve never been someone who tolerated being denied what I need.

It was easy enough to arrange her transportation to me. I would’ve gone to pick her up myself but that would’ve wasted precious time and I couldn’t stand to wait any longer to play with my new toy. She’ll learn to be so grateful to be owned by someone like me, someone with the means to buy her the very best things.

And I’ve already begun to spoil my girl. After finalizing my purchase, my next course of action was to buy the very best accessories for her. The most beautiful collar, welded onto her neck by an expert I paid to ask no questions, the purest titanium piercings for her precious little clit and nipples, all of which is going to let me completely remold her brain into my perfect girl. Everything was seamlessly done with no delays. It’s amazing what money can get when you know how to use it.

And now, she’s finally here, still drugged unconscious from her procedures and her travel but in my grasp. She’s even more beautiful in person, her face relaxed in sleep and body soft and warm, accented by the special bits of jewelry that make her explicitly mine. She’s finally where she belongs, splayed across my bed, looking like a goddess. I have every intention to keeping every single inch of her to myself.

I can barely contain my excitement as I wait for my girl to wake up. I settle onto the bed next to her, running gentle fingers across her skin and watching the goosebumps erupt on her flesh in response to my touch. I can’t stop myself from letting my fingers dance across her pretty tits, flicking across her nipples softly. The tightening of her nipples makes my mouth water and I can’t hold back from letting my fingers pinch and pull gently. The sleek metal bar running through each nipple is beautiful against her skin and I can’t wait for her to be awake and responsive to all her new adornments. Only the best for my pet.

My eyes take in her prone form and I see the matching metal piercing on her pretty little clit. An idea pops into my head and I can’t stop myself from moving to situate myself in between her thighs, my gaze fixed on her pussy. I grip her legs and fold them back against her chest, the position showing off her cunt to my hungry gaze.

“Fuck, look at you, pretty girl. All mine for the taking,” I groan before I lean down and run my tongue gently against her soft pussy. I press a kiss against her new piercing and draw the cold metal into my mouth along with her cute clit. Her breathing hitches as the sensation permeates her drugged mind. I let my tongue trace the metal, the taste of her growing arousal making my mouth water. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good. I lose myself in her cunt, my hands keeping her legs spread and splayed open for me.

I hear her shaky breathing quicken and her legs start to tremble in my hands. She’s close and I intensify my actions, determined to wake my girl up with an onslaught of pleasure so she knows exactly how I’ll be treating her. I hear a soft whine come from her and glance up to see her brow scrunch as she blinks her eyes open in shock.

My grip on her tightens and I watch as fear and panic overtakes her features before I press my lips against her clit and suck hard. Her mouth opens in a cry as pleasure overtakes her senses and her cunt squirts her release onto my tongue, back arching against the bed.

She’s panting softly and letting out little whimpers when I finally let her clit go, the metal of her piercing glistening with wetness and her pussy leaking onto the sheets. I sit up but keep a strong grip on her in case she gets any ideas about bolting.

She’s trembling slightly under my hands and my eyes meet hers. She’s so beautiful like this, splayed out underneath me, pleasure raw in her eyes. I smile, “Hi pretty girl. Welcome home.”

Her eyes widen and I hear her voice for the first time. “Please, please let me go,” she begs, her eyes gazing into mine imploringly. Her voice sends shivers down my spine and I want to close my eyes to bask in it.

I smirk and lean down, caging her into the bed with my arms. “Can’t do that, you’re too expensive of a toy to throw away,” my voice sounds raw and rough, filled with dark promises and desire.

She flinches at my words, her eyes going hazy for a moment, remembering the events of the auction. She shakes herself out of it and meets my eyes again. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice trembles a little and I can see the fear in her eyes. It makes me immediately want to soothe it.

One of my hands comes up to cup her cheek and I frown when she shies away from my touch. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl. You’re mine now and I’m going to treat you so well, you’ll see,” I promise, stroking her cheek gently.

She whimpers, “Please, I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here.” I coo softly at her, “It’s okay, pretty girl, you’ll learn that this is exactly where you belong, right here by my side. Forever.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a loving kiss. She fights me at first but settles when my hand wraps around her throat in warning. I dominate her mouth, feeling her pulse jump under my grip.

I groan against her lips, she’s so fucking perfect underneath me like this. I pull away and smirk down at her, taking in her hazy eyes and swollen lips. She looks so good like this. I can’t resist one more quick kiss before I lean back.

“Come on,” I say, standing up from the bed and lightly pulling her towards me. I slide my hands underneath her body and pick her up easily, cradling her in my arms. She’s being so good for me, I’m so proud of her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl,” I say, walking us into my bedroom’s connected bathroom. She looks so scared under the bright lights of the bathroom, her eyes darting around the space. I set her down on her feet in front of the large mirror and keep one arm wrapped around her midsection, pressing her back to my front.

I take a moment to savor the feeling of her small body against mine and it makes me a little feral to see our size difference. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Look at us, pretty girl. This is where you belong, with me. And look,” I smile, letting my hands trail to her piercings, “I bought you presents.”

Her eyes take stock of the new jewelry on her body and they widen in shock. “What, what did you do to me?” Her voice is strangled with despair. Her hands come up pull at the collar on her neck before going to touch her nipple piercings and she whimpers, her eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” I coo, “Don’t these look so good? Pretty things for my pretty girl.” I tap her collar lightly and run my hands between her legs and flick the piercing on her clit that she hasn’t yet fully realized yet. The movement makes her let out a choked moan that ends in a sob when the full realization sinks into her head.

Tears are falling from her eyes as she whimpers, “No, no, no, I never wanted this.” Her sobs feel like stabs into my heart, I can’t stand the fact that my girl is sad.

My arms band around her tightly and I press her against my body comfortingly. “It’s okay, love, you’ll like them, I promise. I know what’s best for you, don’t cry,” I murmur softly. Her tears don’t seem to slow and it makes me frown.

I turn her around and let her sob into my chest, soothing her with soft touches and gentle words until she eventually seems to cry herself out of tears.

“You’ll understand eventually,” I murmur, hugging her tight. She quiets down to small whimpers and I press soft kisses to the top of her head.

“Come on pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” I lead her into the shower gently and turn on the hot water, letting steam fill the space around us. She’s listless and limp, her eyes gazing unseeingly around us.

I take my time washing her, my hands gentle as I lather her soft hair with expensive shampoo and then conditioner before moving on to soap her body. She so good for me, letting me move her around the shower to wash off any trace of her tears. I wash myself quickly while she stands underneath the spray of hot water, her gorgeous body slick and warm. I almost want to bend her over and fuck her right here and right now but I stop myself. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

When we’re both clean, I shut off the water and step out of the shower to grab a big fluffy towel. I lead her gently out, wrapping her in the towel and softly patting her skin dry. She’s so good, she doesn’t fight me at all.

I make sure she’s all wrapped up before turning to grab a towel for myself, drying myself quickly and efficiently. I grab her hand and lead her back into the bedroom, pulling her towards the bed. Seeing our bed seems to startle panic back into her and I see her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“No, please, please, let me go,” her voice is desperate as she pleads with me, trying to plant her feet to keep me from leading her to the bed. I raise an eyebrow at her, “Darling, don’t be scared, you know I’d never hurt you,” I say soothingly.

My words don’t seem to calm her and she shakes her head harder. “Please, please, let me go,” her voice breaking. I loosen my grip on her hand, intending to scoop her up in my arms when she shoves me, hard.

Her shove surprises me enough for let her slip out of my arms and she takes advantage of my lapse to bolt out the door. I let out an incredulous laugh and shake my head, I guess my girl’s a little feisty. I don’t bother chasing her down, knowing that every single exit to the house is locked and she has no where to run. Plus, I have an extra insurance policy.

Suddenly, I hear a scream and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I smirk, turning to grab my phone from the nightstand before I follow the noise. I find her down the hall, crumpled on the floor, body shaking and trembling. I let out a disappointed sound as I walk towards her, “Pretty girl, you didn’t even make it downstairs. Did something stop you?” I taunt, smirking at her shuddering body.

I walk up to her and squat next to her collapsed body, “Did that hurt?” I purr, my hand coming to wrap around her arm tightly. She whimpers, her breath still unsteady.

“I guess you found out the hard way that your new jewelry has a purpose beyond just looking pretty,” I smirk. “Your pretty piercings and that collar, they’re all programmed to deliver varying degrees of electricity to your sensitive little body. I can make you scream in pleasure or pain whenever I want, with the touch of a button.” I wave my phone mockingly at her before pressing a button on my screen that sends a mild shock through her. It makes her let out a little wail even though it’s nowhere as painful as the shock that took her down initially.

“The extra bit of programming that took you down was something I built in myself. It delivers a debilitating shock to your neck, nipples, and that precious little clit if you get more than 100 feet away from me.” I smile at her, taking in her wild eyes and trembling frame, “But I guess you learned that the hard way.”

I pet her hair softly, “Did that hurt, pretty girl?” She doesn’t respond to me, still shuddering and crying. I scoop her limp body up in my arms and walk us back to the bedroom. This time, I set her onto the bed and settle in with her.

I pull her body against mine and press a soft kiss to her head. “You poor, poor sweet thing,” I murmur, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You still don’t understand? I own you now. Now and forever…”

She shudders, quiet sobs making her entire body shake. “Why are you so sad, pretty girl? I’ll be so good to you, buy you anything you want, make you feel so good.” I stroke her back softly. “I know you liked what they did at the auction, I can make you feel like that all the time.”

I can’t stop the wicked grin that takes over my face when I fiddle with my phone again, changing a couple settings on the controls. The effect on her is instantaneous, a desperate little cry as her eyes shoot to meet mine.

I laugh and wrap my arms more securely around her body, “Feels good huh? See? If you’re a good girl, you can feel like this all the time, all those sensations directly on your sensitive little clit and nipples.”

“No, please stop, please!” Her voice is shaking as she pushes at me weakly. I run my hands up and down her body, raking my nails across her soft, smooth skin gently. I’ve set the programming to a variety of different pulses, each maintained at an intensity that forces the pleasure to the forefront of her very being.

I can only imagine how overwhelming it all feels, the earlier shock she got from running probably pushed her sensitivity levels to the max, every single sensation now dancing across her already frayed nerves.

I can tell exactly when every shock is delivered to her body by the way she shudders. I tangle my hand in her soft hair and pull harshly, forcing her eyes to meet my own. She has tears streaming down her face as she lets out desperate little sobs.

“Please, please, please stop!” Her voice desperate. I shake my head, “Oh no, pretty girl. I know you like this, I know your pretty pussy is dripping wet for me right now.”

I slide my hand down to her core and groan low in my throat when I feel how fucking hot and drenched her cunt is. Two fingers slide in effortlessly and I can feel the pulsing of her cunt in time with the electricity. I curl upwards to press against her g-spot and I feel her shatter in my arms.

The sob that rips out of her throat is devastatingly delicious. I watch her eyes roll and her entire world narrows to the pleasure shooting through her body. I take that moment to increase the voltage, driving her higher in her orgasm and forcing her into a world of painful pleasure.

There’s no way for her to fight the sensations. The electricity is delivered directly to her clit and nipples, and no amount of struggling, writhing, or touching can make it stop. I don’t need a single restraint on her body to make her submit and there is nothing she can do to fight back. Her body, while physically unbound, is entirely shackled to my will and she has nothing to use against me other than the pleas that spill from her lips like a mantra.

She’s noticed that even after her forced orgasm, the stimulation isn’t stopping. She’s gripping my arm so tightly as her body shudders again and again, so overstimulated that she can barely string together words to beg me. She’s so beautiful like this, uninhibited, desperate, sobbing by my own design.

I lean down and lay gentle kisses along her neck, letting my tongue taste her skin. I groan softly and pull her tighter against my chest, her body shuddering against mine.

“That’s it, pretty girl, just take it for me. You’re doing so well, just like that, feeling so good for me. Keep cumming for me, sweet thing, this is for your own good. Pretty girls like you need to learn that they have to listen to their owners.”

I talk her through her every orgasm, bumping up the stimulation every once in a while to keep her mind locked in a haze of pleasured pain. She’s stopped struggling against me after her fourth orgasm, her body going limp as the sensations overwhelmed her. After her sixth, she went nonverbal, begging replaced by quiet whines and whimpers. At her tenth, she passes out and I finally turn the stimulation off.

I’m gentle as I move her body around on the bed so she’s laying comfortably. Tear tracks are evident on her pretty face and her pussy and inner thighs are a dripping mess. I slip off the bed and come back with a warm towel to clean her up before pulling her into my arms.

I press a soft kiss to her forehead before tucking her close and closing my eyes. Maybe when she wakes up, she’ll have a better attitude about her reality.

Note: AHHH PAY TO PLAY PART TWO IS OFFICIALLY HERE! This installment is from the buyer’s perspective teehee I hope y'all like this as a continuation, I had such a hard time deciding where I wanted to take this story so I hope it delivers!

[fulfillpurpose]

Did you think, when I took you home, that I was going to fuck you?

I know why you thought so, of course. You would've had to have been much further gone to miss the predatory gleam in my eye when I smiled at you. And even if you weren't used to going home with men like me - or going home with men at all - you couldn't have been too naive to think you knew what I wanted from you.

But you were wrong.

It's not all different. You're still splayed out underneath me, bare and vulnerable - but I'm still clothed, with a hungry smile, and a heavy syringe in my hand.

I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to hold you down and fill you with my cum until you overflow with it. I'm going to let you exhaust yourself struggling against me, while every drop sinks deeper into you.

I want you to know - when your belly swells - that it wasn't just a whim, and it wasn't just a side effect of my pleasure. That before I even knew your name, I knew I would use your womb.

[fulfillpurpose]

I want to preface this by saying I don’t actually want to be pregnant (I think)

But I can’t stop thinking about my fiancé tampering with my birth control 🥺 imagining him getting off to the thought he might breed me every time we fuck and I have absolutely no idea at all.

How absolutely earth shatteringly hot it would be for him to comfort me and act surprised when I find out I’m pregnant when he knew all along it would happen, that it’s all down to him

It’s not that I don’t want to be someday, just not quite yet 🥺 but the thought of him taking that choice away from me and not even realising makes me want to start leaving him hints 🥺

Oh, I really like this: you're not just fantasizing about having your fiancé use your womb without ever giving you a choice, you're fantasizing about being denied even the knowledge that you've been used. You just described a scenario where he gets off to deliberately fucking you pregnant, and you don't even find out that he did!

You aren't getting wet thinking about an experience - you're getting wet thinking about a truth. You want to be your fiancé's choiceless little babymaker, and that matters more than even getting to feel that you are.

It's sweet, you know? That even in your secret desperate daydreams, you're thinking of him getting to live out a fantasy though you. You're imagining a story where he's the protagonist, and you're just a way for him to carry out his desires.

That's what you want for yourself, isn't it? To be filled up by his will, until you have to swell just to hold it. To be a vessel, not a character.

[fulfillpurpose]

Same anon from before here, if you couldn't tell 💋

The way you never fail to remind us it's not just /you/ that feels this way never fails to make my pussy pulse. Whenever a dying, weak part of my brain tries to desperately protest, "no, that's not true!" I think to myself... do I ever tell a man when I'm ovulating? Do I ever announce to any of my male "friends" that my cycle's making my cunt drool, that my body's desperate to get pregnant?

I'm not a reserved girl at all. I'm not shy about talking about my period. Deep down, I know there's a difference. Maybe I'm scared about what announcing it will do to them. What it'll make them do to me.

You're right to call me light and small and easy to pin down. Maybe that's part of why my conscious brain has to fight so hard to accept what my body already knows. That being in the wrong place at the wrong time is all it would take. A man I know snapping at the prissy cheerleader denying him for so long. Changing "alone" without doing a sweepthrough of the locker room. Playing Icarus with men online, thinking the digital barrier's enough to stop one of them from being true to their word.

Frantically fingering myself to all these thoughts until I get wet enough to pretend there's cum dripping out of me.

"Bringing me back to earth" is a hell of a way to describe it. One day, I'm gonna have to learn my lesson.

xoxo 💄

(Previously)

As much as I'd like to personally rape babies into all the girls who contact me hoping/begging/fearing for it, I'm only one man; I can't be a credible threat for all of them. But the men around you - the dozens you interact with in any given week, the hundreds you encounter, the thousands you perform for... they're a threat.

Most of them probably wouldn't rape you, even if they had the chance. Even of those who would, some of them wouldn't want to make you grow their rape baby.

But it only takes one man. Once.

It's funny that you wouldn't ever tell a man that you're ovulating, but don't hesitate to talk about your period. You don't have to be a criminal mastermind to predict one from the other, you know?

At most, you're filtering out the men who would do it impulsively - a "friend" who would find out that you're ovulating and rape you pregnant before the end of the night. But for anyone who has the intent and dedication to plan it... Well. It wouldn't be hard to find the right place to rape you at just the right time.

Just a little planning, to take away everything you worked so hard for. Just one man's seed, to keep you planted on the earth.

[fulfillpurpose]

As a flier on my uni's cheer team, I can't say the attention doesn't get to me. I get so weird about it when I catch a guy looking at me instead of the game. I've literally made my number #1 hobby flaunting my taut tummy and perky tits in front of a crowd. Can't help but think about what I'll become, what will be left of me, if all the "perkiness" leaves me when I become swelled with milk and babies <33

But part of being a flier means you're weightless and easy to throw around. The lack of meat on my bones means I have petite hips instead of "child-bearing" ones. It's my biggest insecurity, but it's tough to explain to other girls how badly you wanna look breedable 😔 Maybe the solution to my insecurity would be grabbing them and showing me how easy it'd be to knock me up after all... xoxo 💄

Do you understand, I wonder, how much the men looking at you want to bring you down to earth?

You've made a hobby of advertising yourself through your athleticism: all grace and balance and precision, with your flat belly bare. You're constantly showing off how hard you work to take care of your body - and how light and small you are compared to the average man, who could pin you down without any work at all.

Not every man is like me, but many are. And I could never watch you perform like that without thinking about forcing you to the ground and pushing those strong legs open. Without thinking about you starting to wobble during practice as your belly just began to curve, and you struggling to even stand from the full weight of my baby on your slender frame.

Your hips are narrow? That's part of what I want to change in you. They're not built for child-bearing today, but it isn't just breasts and belly that pregnancy reshapes in a girl; your hips realign themselves, widening and opening, to prepare you to give birth. Sometimes it's permanent.

Watching your hips as you flew, I wouldn't be thinking that you weren't ready to carry for me; I'd be thinking how completely I could alter you. How easily I could turn what you are - light and strong and free - into what I want you to be - heavy and helpless and taken in hand.

[fulfillpurpose]

You know, girls are strong too. Maybe stronger than men, even.

It's just a different kind of strength: a strength of endurance.

The strength to be wracked with cramps every month, from your body rehearsing for the day you conceive - and to go about your business as if nothing were wrong.

The strength to be pinned down and fucked full of cum, with or without your consent - and to stand up afterwards and walk away, even if your future has just been chosen for you.

The strength to grow, to carry - to be altered from head to toe, hips and breasts and womb, to bring new life into the world.

The strength to grit your teeth and push a baby out from between your legs - or to endure the surgeon's scalpel and the long recovery, all to the same purpose.

Isn't that empowering? Sure, men can open jars and lift weights and pin you down and rape you. But you're built for so much more. You may not have sheer physical strength, but you have the fortitude to do what needs to be done to ensure the survival of the human species - sometimes even willingly.

It's a gift. And you should be grateful for it.

[fulfillpurpose]

How does it feel to have your destiny inside you?

To have a man's bare cock filling your pussy, and know that when he comes, he's claiming your future?

Do you know what that feels like?

You should find out.

[fulfillpurpose]

most recent life story anonymous here. two things:

my first anon to you that I referenced was here -> (https://www.tumblr.com/fulfillpurpose/751842881096089600/well-its-currently-5am-the-sun-is-starting-to?source=share) and-

that last sentence about being able to drink on my 21st made me come after being nowhere near doing so, passively getting off before checking your blog 🫠

(Previously: the last post, and the first one)

Truly, that makes it so much better.

You're "very anti baby", but for years you've been constantly thinking about your womb - you've had to, because every monthly cycle was a rollercoaster and a threat. For years you've known that - medically speaking - you're burning to be bred. That a man knocking you up would fix you.

And now... You've never even been filled, but you're desperately hungry just from the idea, and you're with a man twice your age who's starting to realize just how much the thought of fucking a baby into you turns him on.

Your body's crying out for it and the idea of it sets both your minds aflame, and - again - he hasn't even come in you yet. This is the very start.

Do you ever think, when you're talking to him, about how his cum could soothe you? How your raging, cycling, dangerously powerful hormones might finally settle down - busy but at peace - as your body happily went to work making him a daddy?

Do you really understand yet how much your body wants him to make you complete?

[fulfillpurpose]

Have you ever thought about making erotic audio?

You wish you could hear the dark chuckle I make when I'm particularly amused by a sub's reaction to what I've done to them.

But no, this isn't something I'm going to do publicly: my privacy standard for this blog is "if a good friend found it, they wouldn't suspect it was me", and doing audio clearly wouldn't fit within that.

For a very few people, I might do it privately, if they'd been very good for me.

[fulfillpurpose]

Do you ever think about how beautiful it is that so many girls think they'll never want children and are just... wrong?

Spend enough time in breeding kink spaces and you'll keep hearing fragments of the same story, over and over again: "I was always super against the idea of having kids, until..."

Until she met her boyfriend. Until she stopped taking hormonal birth control. Until she got to her mid-twenties, or her late twenties, or her thirties. Until someone came in her for the first time. Until one of her friends got pregnant for the first time. Until someone got her pregnant.

The same story, over and over: I thought I knew what I wanted.

Isn't that perfect? So many girls who had their futures all planned out, until their bodies changed their minds. So many girls who hated the idea of being fucked into mommies, until one day they craved it.

No wonder that if you're a girl, people will laugh at you when you proudly declare you're child-free. No wonder that you can't get your tubes tied if you haven't had enough years to come around.

You may be certain, but it's a youthful certainty: as strong as any other, and just as fragile. Maybe you'll feel the same way in five or ten or fifteen years - sometimes women do - and maybe you won't. But everyone who's been around the block a few times will treat you like a willful child if you insist that you know what you'll want.

Because you don't just have a will - you have a womb.

[fulfillpurpose]

it’s been a while since I dropped something here… and after the last answer I got, I tried my best to keep from coming back. but, a lot has developed since my last ask, and… I find myself unable to ignore the itch.

I met an older guy almost exactly about a year ago now. of course, we’ve been exploring the obvious fun that comes with him being twice my age over text, and I actually flew out to meet him a few weeks ago. it was… unexplainably amazing in ways I’ll save from talking your ear off about. but there’s this one thing that falls juuuuust short in our sexual chemistry.

he’s never fucked someone else without a condom. never came inside someone, always turned down those who’ve begged. even those with IUD’s and hysterectomies. and I’ve done my best to keep this part of myself under wraps. but lately…. I finally passively mentioned the idea of him coming in my ass… which devolved into talking about him filling “all” of my holes. the lines between fantasy and seriousness have blurred, and now I just. Can’t. Stop. Thinking about it. Just the idea that for all of his adult life, he’s never come inside someone, but I’m the one that could bring this out of him…

to be clear, we’re both very anti baby. the lines between just being ‘good friends’ and…. monogamous have considerably blurred since we met. but I’m just overwhelmed with the urge to just…. take and take and take. to beg and whine and squirm and pant about how I need him to pump me full, how I can’t think clearly without having all of him inside me…. he’s already blown away by the fact that I’m a virgin, but this aspect of me might actually catch him off guard ><

Sometimes I get a little bonus from waiting long enough to answer asks - the story continues on its own.

I think I sent an anon around a month or so ago, talking about how I was fretting that I would slip and tell my partner about this aspect of my kinks… here’s an update.

I told him. In a roundabout way, of course. It happened in the heat of the moment. He’s very against the idea of even risking having kids — he’s 38, never married, and loathes the idea of being tied to some thoughtless mistake such as an unwanted pregnancy. he’s never so much as gone raw with anyone. but lately… we’re broached the idea of going without the condom. we were having really hot phone sex the other night, and we were talking about the idea of him coming inside… and I thoughtlessly said “it would be hot to act like my IUD wasn’t there, too…”. the other line went quiet for a moment, and I swore I was about to have to cover my ass with some lousy excuse. that is until he stops me. he makes me repeat myself, and I hear a shaky exhale on his end.

I unknowingly woke up an urge in him that’s laid dormant all this time. we’re both very primal, and lord knows we’re reduced to the most basal of our instincts when it comes to each other. but the words that came out of his mouth… for a man who never knew he was “into that”, he had me telling him to knock me up, to make him a daddy. to spread my fucking legs and take his load as deep as possible.

I can’t help but feel thoroughly satisfied with myself. Twenty or so years of him adamantly having sex with condoms, and all it takes is one 19 year old girl to come along and drag this deeply buried, too long neglected urge out of a grown man. I can only hope I won’t have to deal with the consequences of my actions…

It's almost as if you took his virginity, isn't it?

God, I can't imagine trying to be that ascetic my whole life. Twenty years of fucking and he's never been inside a girl without rubber in the way, much less felt what it's like to drive your cock deep and empty your balls into her. Twenty years pretending to be an actuary instead of an animal, trying to avoid the most minute of risks.

But it's not like that anymore. He knows your body, and now he knows what you dream about your body doing for him - and it's already changed him. Just talking about it has changed him; he still doesn't have a clue what it'll actually be like to fuck his cum into you.

And the funny thing is... you don't know either, do you? You're playing the worldly temptress here, but you're a virgin, or at least you've only been oh-so-carefully fucked by him. You've dreamt of it much longer than he has, but you're just as clueless as him.

Real sex reshapes people, you know. That's not just a glib joke about pregnancy; I mean that there are countless thousands, men and women and others, who didn't know what they needed until they came inside for the first time, or felt a bare cock throbbing inside of them.

And you, and him? You already know it, in the abstract. But you still think that you're going to be reasonable about it. That you're going to be perfectly protected when you first fuck bare, and it'll stay that way every time thereafter.

I wonder if you'll still be able to drink by your 21st birthday.

[fulfillpurpose]

I want to force my bare cock into a girl who isn't on birth control and desperately doesn't want to get pregnant - and tell her that I'll stop if she can come on my cock. It would be such a fucking turn-on to feel her frantically pushing her hips against me while sobbing.

If she doesn't come for me, I'll fill her with my cum and tell her that one of us was going to get off, and really it's her fault if she gets knocked up.

And if she does, I'll laugh at her for coming so hard on her rapist's cock, then tell her that her pussy is milking the cum out of me as I unleash everything I have into her womb.

[fulfillpurpose]

im bi and engaged to another woman who doesn't want kids. I'm fine with this on the face, but I have this fantasy about being pulled into a dark alley by a man while I'm ovulating, fucked mercilessly so a baby takes root on my womb, and being forced to become a mother regardless of my commitment. It doesn't matter what we decided. Even as my future wife comforts me through tears, my belly will expand, I will have this baby. My body decided that we will be mothers and my womb will nurture this baby. I will have it, no matter what. we'd be such good moms, making the best of it no matter what. no one will know that my body asked for it, even as my mind screamed 'no'

A really good fiancée would stay with you through anything, wouldn't she? Through all of life's transformations - even you being transformed to bear a man's seed. If she really loves your body, she can learn to love your body's purpose, and love you as you yield to it.

I wonder, though... How long would you be able to tell yourself that your mind said no?

Would you even manage to get through the rape, telling yourself that? Or when you felt him push himself against your cervix to come, would some traitorous voice inside of you say Yes - it's finally happening?

When you touched yourself as the baby kicked, thinking of the man who made you that way, would you still be able to tell yourself that you hadn't wanted it?

And after the baby was born - when you snuck out at night on the anniversary of its conception to go visit that alleyway again, with your fertile cunt dripping down your thighs - would you be able to deny that you were grateful?

[fulfillpurpose]

Ovulating anon again. Thinking about leaving my door unlocked. Maybe leaving it open, inviting.

Thinking about a man coming into my house, and locating the only thing of worth within it.

My womb.

Creeping into my room where I'm dead asleep, whispering into my dreams that he's going to take care of me, he's going to give my poor impoverished self something valuable.

Watching my cunt get wet just from his voice. Maybe he'd pity me; I must be lonely.

Not bothering to quiet my screams when I wake to his cock inside me, because he knows there's no one who would hear. Just gently holding me down as he rapes his seed into me.

Not letting me leave my house until it catches.

I think, if he was sweet, and thoughtful, and raped me so kindly, I could learn to like it. To anticipate the day when our house would be filled with children again. I think I could love it.

(Previously)

You already have something very valuable, you know - you said it yourself. That's what a man would come searching for in the first place.

But, well... Do you know where the word 'talent' comes from? It's Biblical - from the parable of the talents. A talent was a weight of silver worth perhaps half a million dollars; in the parable, the wealthy master of a house entrusted three servants with talents while he was away. When he returned, he rewarded the servants who had put theirs to good use - and multiplied them - and threw out the servant who had buried his in the ground.

You have a natural talent. You were meant to use it to multiply; it's only through neglect that it's gone unused.

Is it any wonder that when the master of the house came home, he'd have to discipline you? Even if you didn't know that was what he was, when he woke you from your idle sleep.

But since your talent is a part of you, he couldn't throw you out. He'd have to keep you home - to keep you in your rightful place and your rightful role. He'd have to soothe you, and guide you, and make you grow.

Maybe then you'd understand what's worth valuing.

[fulfillpurpose]

I'd like to have the power to grant a vision - to make a girl feel, when I came inside of her, what it would be like to give birth for me.

With a willing girl, it'd be a test of faith: showing her exactly what I wanted from her, to see if she clung to me just as desperately afterwards.

And with an unwilling girl, it'd be a sweet indulgence: fucking her full over and over, making sure she knew exactly what was coming, and how helpless she was to stop it.

[fulfillpurpose]

happy to say that this blog (+ others like it) have totally brainwashed me.

i started getting invasive thoughts of pregnancy at 21, terrified and certain it would never happen to me. i was always a tomboy and considered transitioning but never went through with it because i was scared to commit...but i guess i really am just like all the other girls. now at 26 i spend all day imagining myself swollen, fertile, feminine. my perky little c cup titties growing to ds, double ds, teats... i get so turned on at the thought of milk leaking from my dark areolas and someone sucking on my udders for relief.

i imagine my gravid body bouncing up and down all pretty and desperate on his hard cock. i imagine myself on all fours, nipples and belly almost brushing the floor, with him claiming my swollen pussy from behind and milking my teats. i imagine myself on my knees, rubbing his hot cum all over my fertile boobs and belly.

my body is crying out for it and i can't cum unless i think about it. part of me is so scared and confused that i have these desires so contradictory to my nature, but an ever growing part of me just wants to shut up and spread my eager pussy for a man.

it's been so constant for days, but fuck i want to keep sinking into it and getting worse, i want to get knocked up and show off my fat ass and growing tits in those tight slinky dresses, i want to know how good the sex feels with all those hormones running through me.....got any words of encouragement?

You know, I really like the description of it as "invasive thoughts".

Because they're thoughts of invasion: of a man pushing past your defenses, releasing an army into you, and leaving you broken, conquered, changed. But they're also thoughts that have already invaded you: desires that used to be foreign and terrifying to you, and now have complete control.

There are few things in this world I enjoy more than girls like you, you know. Girls who fought against their natural purpose, and lost - who weren't even strong enough to resist the thoughts in their own heads. Girls who were remade until their nightmares became their dreams.

As for encouragement? Well, you don't even have to wait to start leaking milk, you know. Fenugreek, blessed thistle, and a cheap pump or dedicated practice: you won't be the cow you dream of being, but you can get a little glimpse of what the future has in store for you.

And once that ever-growing part of you finally grows bigger than your fears - well, sweetheart, you know exactly how to make your dreams come true.