u/Silent-Fix1351

So I'm planning on getting a hysterectomy soon since I've always been strictly childfree.

I have a breeding kink however, and I love the thought of hooking up with someone else who has a breeding kink too because they get so excited and primal at the thought of seriously risking knocking me up. But I feel like there is just less passion there when they know it's not possible, but also they probably deserve to know that it's not possible??

Is it unethical to not tell them?

I met him on here. He didn't play any games, got straight to the point and told me exactly what I am. No beating around the bush, he is a truly tranphobic, misogynistic, and rational man who knows well and good that I am nothing but a female and a breeding bitch.

He sends me the hottest fucking porn showing me exactly what he's going to do with me. So much of bred women, their bellies so swollen and round, being mounted like dogs. Or women being held down in mating press and inseminated like the breeding factories we are.

I'm from his home country and he's promised the next time he's home, he's going to dominate me and he's going to pump load after load against my cervix raw until he gets me pregnant <3. And he'll make sure to fuck my pregnant pussy while my womb is growing his bastard. He'll fuck me into labor and then pump another baby into me as soon as I birth his child.

I'm so excited to be fixed, it's what i deserve <3

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So normally I am adamantly child free and hate the thought of ever getting pregnant, but my hormones and my body are hell bent on overriding all that and getting me knocked up when I'm ovulating.

I'm usually quite sensible and very risk aware. I haven't had sex yet, I'm still a virgin, but when I think about it I think about following all the necessary precautions for pregnancy prevention when I'm in my right mind. But when I'm ovulating... oh boy.

When I'm in heat I very seriously and genuinely consider just going out and taking men raw and getting as many cream pies as I possibly can to make it certain that one will stick and make me a mommy. It's truly a miracle I've managed to hold myself back from letting it happen already. I'm not on birth control, no iud, no protection just a primal craving to mate and fulfill my biological purpose.

I think about seeing that little plus sign appear that confirms there's no going back. I dream about feeling his baby grow inside my womb as my pregnant belly swells. I imagine the kicks and squirming, never letting me forget for a moment that I'm a bred woman on her way to birthing an actual man's offspring.

I imagine the process of labor, bearing down and feeling his baby crown, doing the most womanly thing a female can do. I imagine that moment once I've finally birthed his baby, after hours of pushing, pain, and screaming, when I'm collapsed in an exhausted heaving mess and it truly dawns on me that I am a mother. Not a father like I used to pretend I would be, I cannot dominate a woman, spill my seed against her cervix, flood her womb, and inseminate her eggs. Nature did not create me to be a breeder, it created me to be bred. Gave me a womb, a vagina, ovaries, a vulva, clitoris, fallopian tubes. Made me the perfect shape for a man to sink his penis deep inside my birthing canal and inseminate me in the most natural way. There is not a part of me that was not facilitated through millions of years of evolution to create life and give birth.

I believe this is the truest way to permanently fix confused girls like me. I crave it like an insatiable bitch in heat every single month, and fight tooth and nail against my urges to hold myself back from giving in to the cravings.

I hope one day those urges eclipse my rational mind and I do what I was born to do.

Oh god.

So normally I am adamantly child free and hate the thought of ever getting pregnant, but my hormones and my body are hell bent on overriding all that and getting me knocked up when I'm ovulating.

I'm usually quite sensible and very risk aware. I haven't had sex yet, I'm still a virgin, but when I think about it I think about following all the necessary precautions for pregnancy prevention when I'm in my right mind. But when I'm ovulating... oh boy.

When I'm in heat I very seriously and genuinely consider just going out and taking men raw and getting as many cream pies as I possibly can to make it certain that one will stick and make me a mommy. It's truly a miracle I've managed to hold myself back from letting it happen already. I'm not on birth control, no iud, no protection just a primal craving to mate and fulfill my biological purpose.

I think about seeing that little plus sign appear that confirms there's no going back. I dream about feeling his baby grow inside my womb as my pregnant belly swells. I imagine the kicks and squirming, never letting me forget for a moment that I'm a bred woman on her way to birthing an actual man's offspring.

I imagine the process of labor, bearing down and feeling his baby crown, doing the most womanly thing a female can do. I imagine that moment once I've finally birthed his baby, after hours of pushing, pain, and screaming, when I'm collapsed in an exhausted heaving mess and it truly dawns on me that I am a mother. Not a father like I used to pretend I would be, I cannot dominate a woman, spill my seed against her cervix, flood her womb, and inseminate her eggs. Nature did not create me to be a breeder, it created me to be bred. Gave me a womb, a vagina, ovaries, a vulva, clitoris, fallopian tubes. Made me the perfect shape for a man to sink his penis deep inside my birthing canal and inseminate me in the most natural way. There is not a part of me that was not facilitated through millions of years of evolution to create life and give birth.

I believe this is the truest way to permanently fix confused girls like me. I crave it like an insatiable bitch in heat every single month, and fight tooth and nail against my urges to hold myself back from giving in to the cravings.

I hope one day those urges eclipse my rational mind and I do what I was born to do.

Oh god.

So normally I am adamantly child free and hate the thought of ever getting pregnant, but my hormones and my body are hell bent on overriding all that and getting me knocked up when I'm ovulating.

I'm usually quite sensible and very risk aware. I haven't had sex yet, I'm still a virgin, but when I think about it I think about following all the necessary precautions for pregnancy prevention when I'm in my right mind. But when I'm ovulating... oh boy.

When I'm in heat I very seriously and genuinely consider just going out and taking men raw and getting as many cream pies as I possibly can to make it certain that one will stick and make me a mommy. It's truly a miracle I've managed to hold myself back from letting it happen already. I'm not on birth control, no iud, no protection just a primal craving to mate and fulfill my biological purpose.

I think about seeing that little plus sign appear that confirms there's no going back. I dream about feeling his baby grow inside my womb as my pregnant belly swells. I imagine the kicks and squirming, never letting me forget for a moment that I'm a bred woman on her way to birthing an actual man's offspring.

I imagine the process of labor, bearing down and feeling his baby crown, doing the most womanly thing a female can do. I imagine that moment once I've finally birthed his baby, after hours of pushing, pain, and screaming, when I'm collapsed in an exhausted heaving mess and it truly dawns on me that I am a mother. Not a father like I used to pretend I would be, I cannot dominate a woman, spill my seed against her cervix, flood her womb, and inseminate her eggs. Nature did not create me to be a breeder, it created me to be bred. Gave me a womb, a vagina, ovaries, a vulva, clitoris, fallopian tubes. Made me the perfect shape for a man to sink his penis deep inside my birthing canal and inseminate me in the most natural way. There is not a part of me that was not facilitated through millions of years of evolution to create life and give birth.

I believe this is the truest way to permanently fix confused girls like me. I crave it like an insatiable bitch in heat every single month, and fight tooth and nail against my urges to hold myself back from giving in to the cravings.

I hope one day those urges eclipse my rational mind and I do what I was born to do.

Oh god.

So normally I am adamantly child free and hate the thought of ever getting pregnant, but my hormones and my body are hell bent on overriding all that and getting me knocked up when I'm ovulating.

I'm usually quite sensible and very risk aware. I haven't had sex yet, I'm still a virgin, but when I think about it I think about following all the necessary precautions for pregnancy prevention when I'm in my right mind. But when I'm ovulating... oh boy.

When I'm in heat I very seriously and genuinely consider just going out and taking men raw and getting as many cream pies as I possibly can to make it certain that one will stick and make me a mommy. It's truly a miracle I've managed to hold myself back from letting it happen already. I'm not on birth control, no iud, no protection just a primal craving to mate and fulfill my biological purpose.

I think about seeing that little plus sign appear that confirms there's no going back. I dream about feeling his baby grow inside my womb as my pregnant belly swells. I imagine the kicks and squirming, never letting me forget for a moment that I'm a bred woman on her way to birthing an actual man's offspring.

I imagine the process of labor, bearing down and feeling his baby crown, doing the most womanly thing a female can do. I imagine that moment once I've finally birthed his baby, after hours of pushing, pain, and screaming, when I'm collapsed in an exhausted heaving mess and it truly dawns on me that I am a mother. Not a father like I used to pretend I would be, I cannot dominate a woman, spill my seed against her cervix, flood her womb, and inseminate her eggs. Nature did not create me to be a breeder, it created me to be bred. Gave me a womb, a vagina, ovaries, a vulva, clitoris, fallopian tubes. Made me the perfect shape for a man to sink his penis deep inside my birthing canal and inseminate me in the most natural way. There is not a part of me that was not facilitated through millions of years of evolution to create life and give birth.

I believe this is the truest way to permanently fix confused girls like me. I crave it like an insatiable bitch in heat every single month, and fight tooth and nail against my urges to hold myself back from giving in to the cravings.

I hope one day those urges eclipse my rational mind and I do what I was born to do.

Oh god.

So normally I am adamantly child free and hate the thought of ever getting pregnant, but my hormones and my body are hell bent on overriding all that and getting me knocked up when I'm ovulating.

I'm usually quite sensible and very risk aware. I haven't had sex yet, I'm still a virgin, but when I think about it I think about following all the necessary precautions for pregnancy prevention when I'm in my right mind. But when I'm ovulating... oh boy.

When I'm in heat I very seriously and genuinely consider just going out and taking men raw and getting as many cream pies as I possibly can to make it certain that one will stick and make me a mommy. It's truly a miracle I've managed to hold myself back from letting it happen already. I'm not on birth control, no iud, no protection just a primal craving to mate and fulfill my biological purpose.

I think about seeing that little plus sign appear that confirms there's no going back. I dream about feeling his baby grow inside my womb as my pregnant belly swells. I imagine the kicks and squirming, never letting me forget for a moment that I'm a bred woman on her way to birthing an actual man's offspring.

I imagine the process of labor, bearing down and feeling his baby crown, doing the most womanly thing a female can do. I imagine that moment once I've finally birthed his baby, after hours of pushing, pain, and screaming, when I'm collapsed in an exhausted heaving mess and it truly dawns on me that I am a mother. Not a father like I used to pretend I would be, I cannot dominate a woman, spill my seed against her cervix, flood her womb, and inseminate her eggs. Nature did not create me to be a breeder, it created me to be bred. Gave me a womb, a vagina, ovaries, a vulva, clitoris, fallopian tubes. Made me the perfect shape for a man to sink his penis deep inside my birthing canal and inseminate me in the most natural way. There is not a part of me that was not facilitated through millions of years of evolution to create life and give birth.

I believe this is the truest way to permanently fix confused girls like me. I crave it like an insatiable bitch in heat every single month, and fight tooth and nail against my urges to hold myself back from giving in to the cravings.

I hope one day those urges eclipse my rational mind and I do what I was born to do.

Oh god.