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Part 1, Part 2. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
She straightened her spine, pressing her lower back. Damn, she was tired of being pregnant. It was unending discomfort as her body went through enormous changes.
Recently, it had gotten even worse. Her milk had let down, even though the baby wasn't due to arrive for another month.
Professor Reavers...Max...was delighted, of course. It was what he wanted all along. He'd given her some kind of supplemental hormone pill in addition to all the prenatal vitamins for the express purpose of kickstarting her milk production as soon as possible.
She had lost track of the days. All she knew was Max had gotten exactly what he wanted. He kept her naked and knocked up in his house. Carrying around her heavy belly and significantly diminished bladder size and with milk-heavy boobs that were sore all the time. Her nipples were even more sensitive, which Max loved.
Her professor loved it all.
He had installed indoor cameras in every room, and she often saw the light blinking at her. Letting her know that he was watching a livestream of her in his house. Making sure she didn't break any of his rules.
Like, she wasn't allowed to touch anything on his bookshelves. He had an extensive library, but the only acceptable reading material for her were pregnancy books, and magazines like Good Housekeeping. She wasn't allowed to watch TV.
Not that she had time for it. The list of daily chores, which he wrote out for her every morning, kept her busy. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, prescribed exercise in his gym. There was always more cleaning for her to do. But she definitely felt like she was...getting dumber. Not having any opportunity to use her brain.
She wasn't allowed to masturbate or touch herself intimately in any way unless he gave her permission to. She hated this rule, especially because her pregnancy made her horny. All the time. She was a slut. A cock-crazed, sex-addicted slut.
Just the way Professor Reavers wanted her.
The other rule she despised was how she wasn't allowed to express her milk without his permission. And on long days like this when he was gone for so many hours, that made it really, really painful.
She was sitting on the couch, staring into space, trying to remember what she had done on her last paper for her econ class, trying to ignore how heavy and full and achey her tits were and how badly she wanted to come, trying not to think about how enormous her tits were and how they were going to sag and she was going to get stretch marks, when she heard his keys in the lock.
Five seconds later, he walked in with a broad smile, dropping his briefcase on the counter.
"How's my little breeder doing?"
She blushed. That's what he called her. His breeder. And slut.
She couldn't really deny the truth of either demeaning name.
"My boobs are really sore, Max," she said. "Can I please, please pump now?"
"In a minute," he said casually. "I need to inspect your chores first."
It was so humiliating, the way he gave her over-the-top praise for ironing the laundry and making the bed. He made it sound like it was such a big deal that she got it right. But she still felt good. Still craved his approval.
"Look at how gorgeous your tits are, slut," her former professor said. "You have such a fucking hot breeder body, Hannah."
He rarely called her Hannah. It was a treat when he did. It made her even more obedient.
"Please, they really hurt." She was leaking, too. Pearly white droplets were gathering at her nipples. "I need to pump."
"Do you want to pump, or do you want to come?" he smirked.
She froze. Holy hell talk about Sophie's choice.
"I want to come," she caved in. "Pleeeease."
He laughed, amused at her desperation. "Slut."
First he made her crawl to him. He loved seeing her gravid belly swaying, and the way her breasts swung and brushed against each other. She crawled as fast as she could to him, and he made her go back and do it again. Slowly, so he could enjoy the view.
Finally he pressed his back to hers and his hand slipped down to cup her sodden sex. She groaned and humped his hand shamelessly.
"Tell me about how your tits hurt," he murmured in her ear, kissing her neck.
"They really, really hurt. They're so full. They ache so much..."
"Fuck, that's hot," he breathed. "My breeder cow really needs to be milked, huh."
She whimpered in assent.
He slid a long finger into her slippery sex, stroking. Fingering her harder and faster. She could feel more of the milk letting down, dripping down the slopes of her breasts, which was really embarrassing.
His other hand seized a nipple. Applied expert, pinching pressure as he rooted the engorged nipple, from root to tip. She cried out in ecstatic relief as milk sprayed, barely easing the unbearable pressure. She shivered as she felt a powerful orgasm crash through her body. The climax seemed to trigger the release of all her bodily functions over which she had no control - she was still being milked through the waves of pleasure, milk going everywhere, and her pussy just gushed a deluge of moisture. She sobbed from the overwhelming intensity of it all, the feeling of utter lack of control over her body.
Max gave her nipple another hard pinch. "Go get the lube," he ordered. "I want to see that gape in your ass as I make that hole mine."
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Part 1, Part 2. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
She straightened her spine, pressing her lower back. Damn, she was tired of being pregnant. It was unending discomfort as her body went through enormous changes.
Recently, it had gotten even worse. Her milk had let down, even though the baby wasn't due to arrive for another month.
Professor Reavers...Max...was delighted, of course. It was what he wanted all along. He'd given her some kind of supplemental hormone pill in addition to all the prenatal vitamins for the express purpose of kickstarting her milk production as soon as possible.
She had lost track of the days. All she knew was Max had gotten exactly what he wanted. He kept her naked and knocked up in his house. Carrying around her heavy belly and significantly diminished bladder size and with milk-heavy boobs that were sore all the time. Her nipples were even more sensitive, which Max loved.
Her professor loved it all.
He had installed indoor cameras in every room, and she often saw the light blinking at her. Letting her know that he was watching a livestream of her in his house. Making sure she didn't break any of his rules.
Like, she wasn't allowed to touch anything on his bookshelves. He had an extensive library, but the only acceptable reading material for her were pregnancy books, and magazines like Good Housekeeping. She wasn't allowed to watch TV.
Not that she had time for it. The list of daily chores, which he wrote out for her every morning, kept her busy. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, prescribed exercise in his gym. There was always more cleaning for her to do. But she definitely felt like she was...getting dumber. Not having any opportunity to use her brain.
She wasn't allowed to masturbate or touch herself intimately in any way unless he gave her permission to. She hated this rule, especially because her pregnancy made her horny. All the time. She was a slut. A cock-crazed, sex-addicted slut.
Just the way Professor Reavers wanted her.
The other rule she despised was how she wasn't allowed to express her milk without his permission. And on long days like this when he was gone for so many hours, that made it really, really painful.
She was sitting on the couch, staring into space, trying to remember what she had done on her last paper for her econ class, trying to ignore how heavy and full and achey her tits were and how badly she wanted to come, trying not to think about how enormous her tits were and how they were going to sag and she was going to get stretch marks, when she heard his keys in the lock.
Five seconds later, he walked in with a broad smile, dropping his briefcase on the counter.
"How's my little breeder doing?"
She blushed. That's what he called her. His breeder. And slut.
She couldn't really deny the truth of either demeaning name.
"My boobs are really sore, Max," she said. "Can I please, please pump now?"
"In a minute," he said casually. "I need to inspect your chores first."
It was so humiliating, the way he gave her over-the-top praise for ironing the laundry and making the bed. He made it sound like it was such a big deal that she got it right. But she still felt good. Still craved his approval.
"Look at how gorgeous your tits are, slut," her former professor said. "You have such a fucking hot breeder body, Hannah."
He rarely called her Hannah. It was a treat when he did. It made her even more obedient.
"Please, they really hurt." She was leaking, too. Pearly white droplets were gathering at her nipples. "I need to pump."
"Do you want to pump, or do you want to come?" he smirked.
She froze. Holy hell talk about Sophie's choice.
"I want to come," she caved in. "Pleeeease."
He laughed, amused at her desperation. "Slut."
First he made her crawl to him. He loved seeing her gravid belly swaying, and the way her breasts swung and brushed against each other. She crawled as fast as she could to him, and he made her go back and do it again. Slowly, so he could enjoy the view.
Finally he pressed his back to hers and his hand slipped down to cup her sodden sex. She groaned and humped his hand shamelessly.
"Tell me about how your tits hurt," he murmured in her ear, kissing her neck.
"They really, really hurt. They're so full. They ache so much..."
"Fuck, that's hot," he breathed. "My breeder cow really needs to be milked, huh."
She whimpered in assent.
He slid a long finger into her slippery sex, stroking. Fingering her harder and faster. She could feel more of the milk letting down, dripping down the slopes of her breasts, which was really embarrassing.
His other hand seized a nipple. Applied expert, pinching pressure as he rooted the engorged nipple, from root to tip. She cried out in ecstatic relief as milk sprayed, barely easing the unbearable pressure. She shivered as she felt a powerful orgasm crash through her body. The climax seemed to trigger the release of all her bodily functions over which she had no control - she was still being milked through the waves of pleasure, milk going everywhere, and her pussy just gushed a deluge of moisture. She sobbed from the overwhelming intensity of it all, the feeling of utter lack of control over her body.
Max gave her nipple another hard pinch. "Go get the lube," he ordered. "I want to see that gape in your ass as I make that hole mine."