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a womb with a view or a view of a womb?  🤔

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“You’ll be in here for a long time,” said the guard, “Mistress aint letting you go nowhere.” The guard’s hands were like sausages that wrapped around the wrist of a much smaller woman. She writhed and kicked at him as he dragged her into a cell, but nothing she did seemed to stop him.

“Tie her up!” cried another voice, one belonging to an elegant woman who had followed the pair down the stairs. She was tall, distinguished, and dressed in black. The Queen.

The guard slammed the young woman into the back wall of the cell, holding her arms above her head and closing iron cuffs around her wrists.

“I was told there were rats in my castle, but I didn’t expect them to stand on two feet.” the Queen sneered. “Come now, guard.” she called as she turned to leave. “In my home, thieves starve.”

Days passed and no one came for her. Her already large clothes only loosened as her body shrunk. Her body grew weak.

Then, when all hope was lost, she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Another young woman emerged, the spitting image of The Queen, but with kinder eyes and pudgier cheeks. The Princess. She moved quietly through the jail towards the Prisoner’s cell.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.” the Princess said. “I had to make sure she wouldn’t check on you.”

The Prisoner said nothing, her body barely strong enough to look The Princess in the eye.

“Oh you poor thing.”

From her bag, the Princess pulled out a set of keys for the cell. Quietly she unlocked the door, and sneaked in. Pulling from her bag again, she presented a wrapped plate of food: bread, cured meat and cheese.

The Prisoner’s eye lit up. She looked through the Princess’ to a place much deeper and without saying a word begged for the plate.

Gently the Princess broke off a piece of bread and placed it between the Prisoner’s lips. From her bag she pulled a sack of red wine to help wet her tongue. The Prisoner closed her eyes in bliss. She was overcome with relief. And softly she moaned at the feeling and the thought of more to come.

She finally had something to satisfy the hunger inside her. But it was the princess who, in that moment, discovered her own hunger.

She continued, breaking off food and feeding her. And as the Prisoner regained her strength, she pulled forward, against her chains, desperate. The princess fell backwards in surprise, her face flushed bright red. She locked eyes with the Prisoner. Her beautiful blue eyes drew her in and in a voice, gravelly and pathetic the she begged for more. The Princess obliged.

Soon there was nothing left and the Prisoner sat in relative comfort for the first time since she was locked away. “thank you.” she said in that same graveled voice.

The Princess, however, was overcome. All she could think about was the desperation in the Prisoner’s eyes, and the softness of her lips the first time she put bread into her mouth. Her fingers desperate to dance along their edge, lost in the fantasy of feeding and touching. Finally the words reached her ears. She shook herself back to reality, words stammered as they left her mouth, “It’s okay. I’ll make sure you’re well fed.”

Tripping over herself, The Princess locked the cell door and returned up stairs.

That night, visions of fantasies filled her dreams. She was desperate to see The Prisoner again. She tossed and turned all night, her body burning. But morning couldn’t come fast enough.

Once all the kitchen staff had returned to their quarters for the night, she sneaked into the kitchen and retrieved a slab of steak.

The Prisoner woke with a start to the sound of the cell door unlocking. To her surprise it was the Princess once again.

Now revitalised, the Prisoner asked, “You’re back?” in a hushed whisper, “Why?”

“More food. Isn’t it obvious?” she said, trying to play off her obviously strange choice of timing.

The Prisoner didn’t buy it, wanting to push the point further, but while her energy had returned, it hadn't taken the place of her hunger. Confused, but still relieved, she was happy to play along. But the uncertain silence they shared had began to make things awkward.

“Open wide.” The Princess requested. Obliging, The Prisoner did just that. A still warm chuck of meat found its way onto her tongue. The taste felt decadent yet familiar, and a shiver ran down her spine as she chewed, releasing the juices of the meat. Doubt quickly left her mind and, just like before, she moaned as she ate.

The princess scrunched up the bottom of her bed-dress, holding it tight in her off hand. With her face so red, she was grateful for how dark the cell was.

Once more, she cut off a piece, and placed it on the prisoner’s tongue. This time she inched closer. She was no more than a body’s length away, closing ever so slightly, and in her sleepy state couldn’t tell if she was moving closer or her body was doing it on its own. But by the time the prisoner had eaten her fourth piece, they were close enough to feel each other’s breath.

A wind blew in through the open cell window, but neither of them noticed. All they saw and all they felt was the other's radiating warmth. Their hearts pounded hard and in time, both too scared to act.

The Princess watched in awe at the way that the troublesome woman’s lips caught the delicate moonlight. She watched as they moved with each breath, like two old lovers slow dancing upon her face.

The Prisoner was lost in her eyes. Perfect shimmering mirrors whose shape was broken only by the negative space of her eyelashes. And as she blinked, time moved in slow motion.

The Princess drew one more piece of meat, but as the Prisoner opened her mouth to receive the food, the Princess could not stop herself. She pushed her lips into the Prisoner’s, drawing the deepest kiss she could. The Prisoner kissed back, happy to reward her saviour, and indulge her royal interests.

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The cows are nice and big this season. Plenty of milk to go around. Next year, we knock them up and see how much more we can get.

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That belly is just 😍😍😍

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Round and developed, as every belly should be

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The size is XL… i don’t think it was supposed to be a crop top??? 🫣🐷♥️

It’s a damn miracle i actually got to squeeze in it lmao

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You thought your crop tops looked cute on you before. Now look how much better they look!

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I am once again casting a spell on @dealingpeaches pump to get that gut to ungodly sizes

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Once they’ve gotten used to their purpose in life, cows love seeing other members of the heard fulfilling their purpose too.

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I'm moving to https://www.tumblr.com/decaffeinatedchildcycle?source=share

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Over abundant and fecund with her child. Barely able to carry the burdensome pregnancy caused by her rampant fertility. Desperate to feel feel the pop and gush of her heavy waters.