I know you didn't want to be pregnant but look at you now, baby.
You're so horny all the time, now that you're getting closer to your due date. You don't have to lie to me, don't be embarrassed. Daddy knows you love the way your chest has gotten so swollen with milk, your nipples so hard, your belly so heavy and full of life. I know your navel is so sensitive you can't even wear any clothes without getting needy and desperate to be taken care of.
You thought I wouldn't notice the way you can't stop rubbing your massive belly? You're so cute. So ripe already, looks like you're going to pop soon.
Don't worry, Daddy will fill you up again and again. You'll be my perfect little breeding toy, pushing out litter after litter for me.
Wanna know how you would get me pregnant, how you'd get me to swell huge and round with your children in graphic detail. How badly you want to put a baby in me
Wanna know how much you want it, how many times you wanna fuck babies into me, how many years I'll spend being mostly pregnant. How many children I'll bear for you
You're sitting in my lap, arms slung around my neck, face buried into the curve of it. Your swollen stomach pressed against my own flat one, allowing me to feel your belly getting impossibly tense and tight as another contraction takes over you.
You moan desperately, squirming in pain. I can tell the urge to finally push is getting unbearable. But you try to be good, to hold back - you promised it. To ignore the burning pressure between your legs - your body is screaming at you to give in, to disobey me. But you won't, you're so good for me.
I know you want to push but not yet. Hold them in a little longer, baby.
I need my tummy to be filled to the brim, skin stretched taut, baby buns kicking and squirming inside like crazy, making me whine and whimper constantly. Everything so tight and cramped that it's almost hurting to touch the veiny orb.
But you rub my belly nonetheless. You wanna feel the life you put inside me against the palm of your hand. You dig your fingers into the sore muscles, glide over my sensitive navel. You want me overwhelmed and desperate, knowing you'll keep me like that for as long as it pleasures you.