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Space westerns are one of the best sci-fi subgenres not just for the amazing stories that it tells but because they are the most likely to have space trains

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When he goes feral about me releasing deep into his womb, my hand sprawled out on his lower stomach.

What do you think ... how many puppies will Daddy fit in there, slut? My good boy wants that so much, hm? I know my baby dog can't talk right now, too dumb to think ~ Only made to be pretty and carry Daddy's pup's ♡

Let's fulfill your purpose.

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Hi sir☺️

I saw you posted about a pregnancy kink- I would love to hear more about that if you are willing to tell? What about a puppy like me being filled with your seed, being big and swollen- what about that is such a turn for you? And if it it’s obvious, I am a VERY willing volunteer ☺️

I also have no idea what horny mess I have left in you asks previously😂😂 I think I went into heat for a couple days there- don’t remember anything I said.

~🦇

You've left 6 very desperate asks before this one, puppy. Didn't answer 'cause I mentally wasn't able to do so but that doesn't mean I didn't read them all, feeling the need to fuck the heat right out of you. Or - more likely - to fuck you even deeper into it ~

I don't know how to explain it properly. I guess it's just the ultimate proof of how much you belong to me. That you needed to be filled so bad, my cum wasn't enough to satisfy you anymore.

I love the way your tummy begins to bulge, would make you show it off as soon as you can see something. My hands would be rubbing over it all the fucking time, the need increasing every day your belly grows, gets impossibly tight and heavy in the later months. Your hips widen, your chest getting so sensitive to touch you can barely stand wearing clothes anymore. The pups squirming inside you leaving you constantly horny, so much pressure in your pelvis, your little hole so tight and so ready for me.

I want people to stare when we walk outside, wonder how many pups are growing inside of you, ask if you're overdue because you look ready to pop. I want you to be uncomfortable, achy, whiny and cursing me for what I've done to you - but I know you're getting off on it so much. I know you'll beg me to stuff you full again as soon as you've given birth to that litter ♡

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baby trapping someone so they don’t do something stupid, like join the army

oh, you’re gonna go to basic training in a couple weeks? with my quadruplets rounding you out? who are you kidding

baby trapping someone, not to keep them in a toxic relationship, but just to keep them from going off on some important trip

like, noooo haha don’t go to that important international conference, you’re too sexy, what if i made it so you were so big you couldn’t leave the house instead

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having slow-rapid pregnancy thoughts

we have a fun, rowdy evening, and i fill you up multiple times. we didn’t use protection, but based on the time of month, it’s probably fine.

(spoilers: it’s not)

later that night, after we drift off to sleep, i have a bleary moment of semi-consciousness. i’m spooning you, hand on your tummy, and i can feel just the slightest unexpected resistance. at first i figure it’s just you breathing, but… i could swear there’s just an almost nonexistent stretch, so subtly rounding you out. i grin and pull you closer before drifting off again.

the next morning, you definitely look bloated, but not unnaturally so. you check it out in the mirror (i check you out in the mirror), we get breakfast, and you leave to go about your day.

you keep looking down at your bulging tummy throughout the morning, expecting it to go down, rather than do the opposite. by lunchtime, you start feeling fluttery movements, and you know something’s wrong.

it’s slow enough that no one can SEE you growing, but you very clearly look pregnant when you obviously weren’t the last time your classmates saw you. i’d guess you’re expanding at a rate of a month of gestation every three hours or so, and you’re definitely carrying more than one.

it certainly doesn’t help that your outfit is about as far from obscuring your figure as your wardrobe can get. when you sit down, you can hear seams stretching ominously.

- 🦑

I’ve been keeping track of my cycle for long enough now that i don’t think twice about letting you fill me up, even begging for it, pleading dumbly for you to breed me while im completely drunk on pleasure.

we both like when you keep your hand on my belly after sex, so of course you notice when i start swelling. im already asleep by then, and you don’t mention it in the morning - you just look at me in the mirror while i check the bloating, before we both move on with our days.

the bloating doesn’t go down. im a little self conscious of how tight my shirt is around it, and my jeans are fairly tight, like always, and if i weren’t in classes i would have them unbuttoned by now. I ignore it the best i can. my stomach isn’t upset or anything, if anything im more hungry than usual, so im having lunch when i start feeling flutters inside me.

i finish eating and rush to the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling up my shirt — which feels even tighter than it was before — enough to see how obviously swollen I’ve gotten. i rub my hands over my belly a few times, making sure I’m not imagining it. im not.

i can’t do anything until im done with classes for the day. At least, I try to finish classes. i make it through my next one, but my third and final class of the day is interrupted by the seams of my jeans tearing - and not quietly, either. i go bright red and excuse myself, heading straight home after that.

by the time we’re both home, im five, maybe sixth months along, size-wise — though i look well past full term. im surprised my shirt lasted as long as it did, though the seams on that tear during my commute back home.

we have at least another nine hours left. and, past the concern, im indescribably turned on.

it’s not like i can get any more pregnant if we spend the next nine hours breeding, right?

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I saw some dumb shit on reddit and after being down voted to all hell made some memes to express myself

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i love love love the look of a knocked-up femme.

just imagine: a freshly bred femme in a dazed, fucked-out state; too tired and well-loved to move, while their body works to put my cum to good use. their voice hoarse from their whimpering and moaning, from their begging to be bred.

a few months down the line, they'd have a gentle swell to their midsection. their tits, slowly spilling out of old bras, and then out of new bras. a slight change to their gait; a constant hand on their rounded belly, a point of pride.

a few more months down the line, and they'd be gravid. tits too big, too sore, to wear a bra anymore. their belly, stretched to the brim, testing the limits of old and new clothes alike. one hand on their belly, and one on their back, to support their ever-changing center of gravity. their gait now a leisurely waddle, encumbered from the all-too-clear consequences of their breeding, all those months ago.

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don't you want to see how gorgeous you'd look, as your chest gets a bit heftier and your hips a little wider, all because of a fun moment between the two of us?

how your belly would swell, outpacing your growing tits... your body, softer in new places, so different from the hard roundness that is your middle. wouldn't you love to feel the soft fat cushioning your hips with your hand, only to feel your skin grow taut as you move upwards? don't you want me to massage your aching tits, to watch as they spill out of my hands, evidence of how much bigger they've gotten?

wouldn't you like to see how obvious it's becoming to the world, that you were once cum-delirious, begging to be bred like a bitch in heat? the eyes of strangers, naturally gravitating to your bump, knowing that it'll only grow more massive. knowing that soon, even the baggiest of clothes wouldn't be able to hide it.

not that you'd want to, anyway. after all, you're my breeding bitch, aren't you?

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being a dumb little pet with no idea why your belly is getting so big and heavy, getting frustrated about how horny you are and how difficult your belly makes it to get good positions…

and so when you finally give birth, you’re so excited to be flat and empty again! you can play with yourself or your owner as much as you want without having that huge thing in the way! not a thought in your head, just chasing that pleasure, blissfully ignorant that you’re just ensuring that your belly’s gonna be getting even bigger, very soon~

I’m going to miss my big swollen belly so much that after only a few weeks, no matter how much I complained during my pregnancy, I’m going to beg you to make me swell again.

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When I get pregnant and if the daddy makes sure we go past the date of when you can end it by being a loving partner and domme, I will panic and also probably be the horniest scared boy ever. "What do you mean we are going to be parents and im going to give birth to our kid, I'm scared 🥺😵‍💫" Which would lead into him fucking me all night and then make sure I know he is not going anywhere and we have everything the baby will ever need, and that it is too late to go back and that is a good thing because we both want this 🥰.

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When I say I wanna be somebody's breeding toy or slave I also mean that they won't need to masturbate anymore if they don't want to do so.

I mean, why would you need to when you got a perfectly good toy in your home that's always available for you to fill to the brim? Why let your seed go to waste on your hand and abdomen when you have a nice, tight, fertile pussy that you can completely empty your balls in whenever you please?

And if said toy isn't already swollen huge with your children or beginning to swell with them, then that's all the more reason to keep filling them up whenever you want, yeah?

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Horny, alone, on mobile and sadly not so pregnant I'm stuck here on my bed like a beached whale

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you can also put recommendations/requests in the comments, if you want. i might actually set up an actual ko-fi/request system sometime

quick question

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quick question

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i am... considering doing some recording

dick pics <<< voice messages of absolutely filthy dirty talk

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for the record, i'm going to keep breeding you until you reach triple digits.

pulling out a measuring tape to see how much damage i've done to your waistline this time.