As always, note: Breeding is a hot as hell fantasy, but playing with consent and breeding in the real world is messy. This is a fantasy! Enjoy.
Rachael pulled her jeans up, and tugged down on her modest red shirt, and looked in the mirror. She looked like a wholesome example of a young woman. Her body would always get attention, but the outfit was plausible deniability, no extra skin being shown off at all. She left her apartment and strolled slowly down the street, enjoying the soft spring air, to the grocery store. She began to pick out her purchases, some fruit, a few croissants. She was deliberating between varieties of carrots when she felt her phone vibrate.
– Do you have it in?
Her heart thudded at the question, and her fingers quickly typed the answer.
– Yes. It feels amazing. And huge.
– Good girl. I love thinking of you that way. Nobody else knows. Just you, and me.