Dying For Someone To Impregnate Me
I’m dying right now. I just need to blabber about how bad I want to be pregnant, strap in.
I want my body to change. I’m so fucking wet thinking about it. My center of gravity shifting as my womb stretches what feels far past its limit to make room for my baby. I want to carry a big man’s baby, let myself feel the pain and weight of a man’s baby who’s so much bigger than me. I’ll grow until even my walking will be off, waddling around struggling to carry what he left inside me.
To feel my hips shift, making room to give birth. Giving birth itself is something I fantasize about a lot. The absolute pain as my body tries to stretch and do something it’s never done before. I want it to hurt, I want to feel every bit of it.
In my head, it’s the prize of being such a slut. Having everyone see me struggle around with my growing stomach. Just one look at my bump will let them know I’ve been such a whore, spreading my legs open for guys. Let them know I’ve been claimed. The labor itself is my punishment for being a slut. That’s what happens when girls sleep around. The absolute pain of trying to push such a big baby that he left in me.
I want everyone to pity me for being such a young mom. Only nineteen and such a waste. Letting men fold me over and knock me up.
And once I’m done, I want to do it all over again. Show everyone a true slut never learns her lesson. Let men use me like the little slut cow I’ve always been.