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Apparently she did a few of these and they're all fantastic

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They are getting bigger!

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Hell yeah it is. 😊♥️🤰

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So squishy

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Absolutely beautiful and stunning. By the gods I love pregnant women. They're the real ones out here.

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I love contractions ❤

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Welp she definitely went from 0-100 real quick. Haha

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Need

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Need a boyfriend who’s into birth. I need you hard as a fucking rock trying not to cum in your pants while you watch me pant and moan and scream because my massive belly is contracting between between my shaky little legs

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"I think I'm starting to get the appeal of being a breeder.... this is kind of fun. ❤️ I was never really someone who liked having my choices made for me, until I met Sean. I, of course, was busy as always working as the regional manager of a major department store chain so I thought I didn't have time to date, let alone be a mom. I was frustratingly horny all the time but way too overworked to go out to bars or clubs. I was doing a walk through of one of our better performing stores, talking to the store manager about her displays when Sean approached me.....

"Excuse me," he said, "but you have lovely eyes." I folded my arms and gave him a slightly nasty look.

"OK, Romeo, move along, we're busy."

He put up his hands and admitted defeat, telling me he just had to say something because he noticed how pretty I was all the way from Men's wear. He was very well dressed and groomed, had on an excellent cologne, and his smile was infectious. I might have smiled a bit when he said that, thinking nothing of it. When I left the store he was outside on the phone, talking about me to one of his buddies, smoking a cigarette. He said there was this beautiful woman he tried to ask out but got shot down. He described the suit I was wearing down to the designer and said I had great taste, and he was kicking himself that he didn't try to be more tactful. That I seemed like a really nice girl.

Spoiler alert: he was waiting for me, on the phone with his wingman who helped him score dates. I tapped him on the shoulder, waving 'hi'. He told hi, and told his friend on speaker phone I was right there. The friend told me how great Sean is, that he's been down on his luck with dating, blah blah, to give him a chance.... I decided what the hell? I said yes, feeling a bit pressured. Best decision of my life.

I'm now one of Sean's sixteen girlfriends. He owns an apartment complex and has us all stay there.... I got rid of my condo in Manhattan to live here. We're all like best friends and sleep together, welcoming to any new 'tenants' that Sean brings into the fold. He and his buddies show up uninvited and fuck us, no matter what we're in the middle of. In Sean's words, we always have to be ready for his cock and whoever he brings along, that his guests need as much attention as he does and we're here to serve them. Sometimes he brings a whole meeting's worth of his colleagues/fellow landlords/stock market pals into our apartments and we're expected to strip and start serving drinks like a maid as the men pass us around.

On our very first date he asked me how I feel about kids. I said I wasn't sure I had time and he said I'll have to make time, because from now on I'd be carrying his at all times. I'd never had a man be so bold with what they wanted, to basically claim ownership of my womb right to my face. My pussy was soooo fucking wet. I told him he better not just be flirting, and he better have the balls to put some kids in my belly, then. He loved how serious I was.

And now I relish carrying his kids all year round. I still have the same job, and simply hang a little ribbon on my door when I'm out of town to show Sean I'm not there. Then he starts calling me, asking when I'll be back, making me put him on speaker as he says stuff like, "I miss you sucking my cock like a pro porn slut, baby," or "I can't wait to fuck that ass of yours so hard you can't sit straight for a week," or "I can't wait to whip and beat that huge belly of yours until your womb feels like it's gonna pop!" Really nasty, raunchy stuff, and he does it more and more until I come home.

It's such a fucking turn on being in a store, everyone knowing how I used to feel about having kids and dating, seeing me massively pregnant for a third time back to back, my belly sticking out of my blouse, or a button-down shirt that I just don't bother buttoning past my boobs, I'll be rubbing, petting, and smacking my belly the whole time I'm with my team members and leadership, complaining about contractions, telling everyone I have no idea 'how many are in there this time', only for Sean to call and tell me how badly he wants to face fuck me until I puke or beat me up with his friends like a big pregnant punching bag for fun. The mostly female employees blush and gasp, trying not to be rude, but I can tell a lot of the younger, prettier ones are extremely intrigued. I've even had a few ask me how lucky I am to land a guy like Sean, and might have invited a couple successfully so far to join his growing harem.

There's no better feeling than being massively pregnant, having everyone around you look at it like a big neon sign that says 'This girl loves to fuck', knowing you could give birth literally any time, contraction and aches and kicks constantly making you bend of and groan. Watching everyone react to your belly getting bigger by the day, even getting looks of disgust from having your giant belly sticking out on display, occasionally covered in whip and paddle marks, maybe bruised up, along with my cleavage, and sometime my face if I'm a good girl and really lucky. I can't believe what I was missing. I love being a perfect breeder wife and serving my husband like his own personal fuck slave. ❤️"