[TF/Preg] From Bimbo to Breeder

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Slowly, Stacey began to wake. It must have been some night out, last thing she remembered was walking out her front door ready to hit the clubs. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she gathered herself up in the sheets of the bed and looked around. The walls and floor were metal, the only furniture was the bed she was currently laying on, stark white with an almost medical feel. Most concerning of all though, she couldn’t see a door.

“Uh…hello?” She called, “Is this like, some new modern living thing? ‘Cause it really ain’t my style.”

She must have gone home with some artsy type last night, not usually her type but on well.

Groggily she swung her legs over the side of the bed and realised she was still fully clothed in the strapless mini dress and heels she’d put on the evening before. That was odd; if she’d slept with somebody this wasn’t the outfit to do it, the straps laced halfway up her legs and the dress was made of an uncompromising leather. To her horror she realised the already tight dress was now painfully digging into her skin slightly. She had to get to the gym, the last thing she needed was to get fat! Surely the dress hadn’t been that tight when she put it on though…

[TF/Preg] Bimbo to Breeder

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Slowly, Stacey began to wake. It must have been some night out, last thing she remembered was walking out her front door ready to hit the clubs. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she gathered herself up in the sheets of the bed and looked around. The walls and floor were metal, the only furniture was the bed she was currently laying on, stark white with an almost medical feel. Most concerning of all though, she couldn’t see a door.

“Uh…hello?” She called, “Is this like, some new modern living thing? ‘Cause it really ain’t my style.”

She must have gone home with some artsy type last night, not usually her type but on well.

Groggily she swung her legs over the side of the bed and realised she was still fully clothed in the strapless mini dress and heels she’d put on the evening before. That was odd; if she’d slept with somebody this wasn’t the outfit to do it, the straps laced halfway up her legs and the dress was made of an uncompromising leather. To her horror she realised the already tight dress was now painfully digging into her skin slightly. She had to get to the gym, the last thing she needed was to get fat! Surely the dress hadn’t been that tight when she put it on though…

[FM] Didn’t let a stranger pull out of me

So I know I might catch some hell for this but I personally found the look on his face funny.

Earlier today, while out on the town in OKC I visited a local bar just for a few drinks before I had work tonight. But while I was there I noticed a few guys were checking me out and after a long ass drive to get here I felt okay I deserve some fun.

So skipping to the fun part I left the bar with this mid 20’s guy who turns out just recently graduated from OU (University of Oklahoma), and we went back to his apartment where we got it on.

Now I’m not gonna say this guy was the best fuck I’ve ever had and that he was super kinky, cause in all honesty he was okay, not the best, not the worst just okay. Enough to get me off at least, and leave me satisfied.

We did the usual positions that happen during sex: cowgirl (obviously come on if you have huge titties, cowgirl is a must.) Doggystyle, Missionary, 69. But before we started he told me he was out of condoms. When I said its not a problem and we can still fuck, he said cool and that he’ll cum on either my tits or face.

[Mf] An Impulsive Darknet Purchase (human trafficking, dubcon, premature ejaculation shame, raceplay, impreg, lovey-dovey)

Author’s Note: This story contains human trafficking, raceplay, anger about premature ejaculation, dubious consent and impregnation. All that said, its a relatively happy story, all things considered. Make an informed decision on whether its the kind of material you’d like to read.

The girl’s race is deliberately left unspecified. Please make a decision that suits your personal tastes and imagine thusly in your mind.

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My story is a common one in this world. For a family in an incredibly poor country, having no access to contraception means they always end up with too many mouths to feed. So the week I turn eighteen years old, my parents take me on the long road to the nearest big city. They know I’ll never be worth more than right now, so they quickly sell me off to a company that specializes in this kind of transaction. After an initial evaluation, my parents are paid in cash and sent on their way back home, while I’m kept in a small but modern living quarters in the city. The company knows a young and pretty girl like me will sell quickly.

Making Chloe Mine (Part 6): Pregnant sex is the best! [M/F] [bd] [light cons nc] [creampie] [preg] [ABF] [milking] [d/s] [Mdom] [ddlg] [gentledom] [caretaking] [praise kink] [drawing!]

[My shitty artwork of Chloe & Oliver](https://imgur.com/a/IaEvBRl)

**Summary:**

The newly wed couple revels in Chloe’s pregnant body.

**Part 6: Pregnant sex is the best! (Chloe’s Perspective)**

“Remember what I said honey? Putting my cock in you won’t hurt our baby. When you cum, your whole body is flooded with endorphins and neurotransmitters, like oxytocin and dopamine.”

My brain is trying to compensate for my lack of vision due to the blindfold, desperately scanning the room for any cues of his next action. I can tell he’s rummaging through the dresser, but beyond that, there’s not much else I can piece together.

“Your orgasms let our baby know that its parents love each other. So, it’s natural that your body is craving this sweetie; it just wants to tell our child that it’s loved,” Oliver assures, slipping between my legs.

The issue is, I’m already spread eagle on our bed with both of my legs pulled back in [Futomomo ties](https://www.theduchy.com/spiral-futomomo/). Those take a while; he has no plans of stopping. Luckily, he’s made it fairly comfortable by placing a pillow under my back to support my pregnant belly.

Fuck The Author! — [Asian] [Cuckold] [Cheating] [FMF]

Fuck The Author! When Hotwives Don’t Do Their Due Diligence

It’s all about the minor details.

When you’re writing a story, the minor, seemingly unimportant details are what elevates a good story above the milquetoast morass of mediocrity. If you say “her breasts are big,” you’re practically hitting your reader on the head with your point. Just like I am now. But when you explore those finer details, the ones that get lost in translation from daydream to page, that’s when the story begins to take flight. “Her ample bosom strained against a shirt that must’ve been one size too small, stretching the fabric into three horizontal streaks.” Isn’t that better?

The minor details are also the ones that can end up sandbagging you. If your character’s significant other is a husband in one paragraph and a boyfriend in the next, your readers will ask the pertinent question: Why the fuck should I pay attention to your story if you didn’t? You only have to fuck up once, be inconsistent or wrong once, and the fanciful illusion of your wonderfully woven story deconstructs before the readers eyes.

Sometimes it’s the details that fuck you.

[MF][Softcore][age gap][impregnation]

We were at work where there isn’t much room to move around. A space 10 ft by 8 ft and full of shelves and a counter so we’re constantly bumping into each other and constantly apologizing. He’d asked me about a document I left laying on the counter space by mistake. I apologized and said I’d take care of it, to which he assured me he didn’t mean to come off crass and he’d take care of it himself. “you’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met” I told him jokingly. “oh yeah?” He moved toward me and placed his hand on my cheek, “let me show you just how gentle I can be.”

He moved his hand down my face then my neck, all the way down my back to the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up lightly, as if asking for permission. I raised my arms and he pulled it off slowly, never breaking eye contact. Once it was off he took a moment to look at my body before asking “is this okay?” I nodded. He moved his hand back to my cupping my cheek and used his thumb to lightly stroke my face. He kissed me softly and moved his hands to undo the fastens of my bra. I felt dirty. He was twice my age and we were at work, but I’d never been treated so gently before.

My coworker’s friend [MFF] [bd] [preg] [firstperson]

A little bit of context:
I typically act only as a surrogate to the ladies I impregnate. They either are having trouble conceiving or just really want to be mother’s and that’s where I come in. After they get pregnant and carry to term is where I exit. These are women who don’t care about me or anything like that, and in fact they prefer I’m not in the picture. We write out an agreement and I breed them.

Well this coworker of mine is something else. Even though I’ve filled her body time and time again and gotten her knocked up already she just craves my cock more. Lately though she’s been telling me about this fantasy she has with her friend…

My coworker’s friend is quite a bit taller but still just shy of my height. She has this amazing body like my coworker but with even bigger boobs and golden blonde hair. I’d be lying if I said she didn’t turn me on and hearing my coworker talk about wanting us to double team her really made me hard.

Making Chloe Mine (Part 4) [M/F, friends to lovers, breeding, semi-noncon, forced impregnation, milking, creampie, caretaking, gentledom, praise kink, virgin, first-time, possessive softcore]

******𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤, 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 **𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕏𝕏𝕏’𝕤.** 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜.*****

**Note from the author:**

Hey folks, my name is Aiden. This is my first time writing an erotic story (so keep that in mind.) The story alternates POV between Oliver and Chloe per chapter. If you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, notify me and I will fix them.

This story is fantasy.

*Obviously, don’t rape people. Consensual non-consent is the way to go, if you’re into that. Use safe words and aftercare.*

**Summary:**

Chloe recalls her first time meeting Oliver and their childhood together. A party is thrown and she is left conflicted. Is Oliver who she thought he is?

******𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤, 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 **𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕏𝕏𝕏’𝕤.** 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜.*****

**Part 4: Oliver’s true Colors (Chloe’s Perspective)**

Making Chloe Mine (Part 3) [M/F, breeding, friends to lovers, semi-noncon, impregnation, milking, caretaking, gentledom, slow burn, fingering, virgin, first-time, softcore]

**Note from the author:**

Hey folks, my name is Aiden. This is my first time writing an erotic story (so keep that in mind.) The story alternates POV between Oliver and Chloe per chapter. If you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, notify me and I will fix them. Also, this is the third chapter I had pre-written, so expect a delay while I write the remaining chapters. If you have any personal requests you’d like to include, PM me and I’ll vet them. Happy cumming, y’all.

**Summary:**

In this chapter, Oliver finds out Chloe’s secret and their relationship swiftly changes.

**Part 3: Chloe’s secret (Oliver’s Perspective)**

It’s been three days since the “bath” incident. Chloe was practically living with me at this point. The doctor said she’d have the cast on for six to eight weeks, so I had plenty of time to make her feel at home.

Getting to touch her had helped me cool down a bit; mainly because I knew she was mine now. She had reacted as if no one had ever laid a finger on her before.