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“I’m a well-educated graduate student…. I shouldn’t be doing this” You thought to yourself, and not for the first time. Your breath was ragged and your whole body was slick with sweat. There were always a few moments of clarity after the first orgasm and in those few and very brief moments you would try to take stock of the situation. The situation which seemed to be …… “Fucked. I’m fucked.” With the clarity there would be the onslaught of guilt and shame. The overwhelming sense of disappointment in yourself. It was all consuming. “NO! I can fix this! I CAN FIX THIS!” You couldn’t allow the self-pity to swallow you whole. “All I need to do is….. is….” The thrusting had stop. Without warning you were flipped on your back. “How is he this strong?! He doesn’t look like he….” Your thighs were parted and you felt the familiar hot breath nearing your lips.

This is how it would go almost every time.

You were manhandled and used. Always with force and with an animalistic intensity. Never asked. Always taken. It was the reason you were in this…. situation. You were caught off guard by the direct approach. The goofy nature and warm smile. How easily you would laugh. At the time it seemed harmless. Truth be told you weren’t expecting much the first time it happened. But the second your legs were open it was day and night. Jekyll and Hyde. “Fucking sexual wolfman!” You laughed after a number of full body orgasms. It didn’t seem that funny now or that far off. Sweet and caring one second. Depraved and ravenous the next. “I’m a well-educated woman…. why did I keep letting him…” A sudden tiny kick in your belly brought you to your senses. You went to comfort the baby with your hand rubbing the taut skin o f your belly. If his twin brother woke up now you wouldn’t get any sleep.

You looked down at yourself and almost wanted to cry. You had always held a bit of pride in your curves but now they were everywhere. Dominating every inch of your body. Your breasts huge, heavy, and swollen with milk. Your nipples dully aching as the pressure continued to build. Your hips sore and worn out from the extra burden placed on them. Your belly hanging massively off your frame and low. the strain on your back was unbelievable. You could barely see him past your belly as he continued to tease you. You could feel his forehead resting on the underside of your belly. You had plans. A life. A good career. It was all right in front of you. But for some reason when this man came in you, you lost all reason and logic. He wanted you bred. And he didn’t stop until you were swelling with his babies. Now with the constant rush of hormones running through your system you didn’t stand a chance. As his warm tongue ran over the puffy and thickened lips of your sex you saw a glimpse of your future with him. He would bring you constant pleasure but you would be reduced to nothing more than a baby factory. Perpetually gravid with a baby in your belly. Your only purpose to take his seed and to labor his children into the world. Nothing more.

“I’m not a fucking brood mare!” You almost yelled aloud. Until he gently started lapping on your engorged clit. You began to try and buck your hips for more but the weight of my babies held you down. Your whimpers were music to his ears when you were like this. He brought himself up and began to slowly thrust his cock inside of you. The belly he gave you rocking up and down. “You’re a bred woman now” he teased. He saw one of his babies kick you and you winced. He started thrusting harder.

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I feel like I've been in absolute heat lately, I need to be bred so badly. Getting knocked up would ruin so much for me, but I can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop craving it. And every time I give in and edge and get off to this kind of content it just makes it worse. But it feels so good...

I keep thinking about all the feminizing effects of all those pregnancy hormones. How my chest breasts would swell, how my hips would widen, how I'd be forced to go off T. And it horrifies me, but also makes my womb ache and turns me on so much.

I feel like I'm being betrayed by my body and its desires. Even my breasts have felt extra swollen and heavy and sensitive lately. I feel like I'm in heat and it's so hot, even as it terrifies me. I only wonder how long I can fight it...

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It seems awfully unkind to your body to describe it as "betraying" you. That's the language people use for chronic pain, or cancer - failures of your body, debilitating malfunctions.

Your body is encouraging you. You were born with a purpose. You were shaped by countless millennia of evolution for reproduction.

Betraying you? It's not even hurting you, even though you've turned away from its most fundamental goal. It's giving you pleasure. It's showing you what it wants, rewarding you every time you reach between your legs.

Why fight it? You ache for it. Your breasts and your womb know what they were meant to do. Everything that gets in the way - a gender identity, a testosterone prescription - is so much shallower than that. You've taken those things on as a role in society, but you have a role in nature, too.

And yes, you'll change. Your breasts will swell and your belly will round and your hips will spread. Your nipples will darken and drip with milk. You'll be someone very different by the end of it, once you've been transformed by your fertility.

But that's what your body wants for you. And it'll keep showing you that until you give in or you understand.

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I want to be so fucking pregnant that I’m angry about it.

It’s mid august, you come into our room after putting our other children to bed. I’m laying there, a week over-due, gravid and heavy, fans blasting at me from every angle because I’m so pregnant I can’t stand the heat.

“They’re both asleep,” you whisper, carefully watching your every tone to make sure you don’t disturb me. My eyes flutter open and fill with tears. “Get this fucking baby out of me,” I beg, tears dripping down my checks.

You smirk a little bit and try to hold back from laughing, slowly shaking your head. “Baby, you know the last two didn’t come for weeks after your due date..” you slowly make your way over to the bed, lean down to grip my heavy belly. “You know just as well as I do, this one’s not coming for a while. I can’t do anything about it.”

I break into a sob, shaking my head. “Please, please at least try, I am so fucking pregnant.”

You listen to my words carefully and lean back, really realizing how true they were. I am beyond pregnant, my body is at its breaking point, my belly so swollen it doesn’t even look humanly possible, my engorged tits dripping with milk because you got me pregnant immediately after the last one and I’m still breast feeding.

“I’m sorry, love, but you know you probably have a couple of weeks left, nothing we try has ever worked..” you say quietly, leaning back down to rub my heavily pregnant belly gently.

I growl, reach up and grab the back of your neck, tears tears streaming down my face. “I need you to fuck me until my water breaks. Now.”

You chuckle a little bit and move your hand down to my swollen pussy, which is already dripping in anticipation. “I can try, but you know as soon as you push this one out, I’m just going to fill you with another..” you start to rub tiny circles around my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck at just that gentle movement. Pregnancy has made me so horny.

I let out a loud sigh and shake my head “stop touching me, just fucking get this baby out of me.” You roll your eyes and easily throw me into position, even though I’m so heavily pregnant, your strong arms have no problem throwing me around. I’m now on my hands and knees, my belly so big and heavy it’s pressing into the mattress and leaving a heavy indent, even being on all fours. You slowly undo your belt and drop your pants from behind me. “Baby, this won’t work. You’ll be pregnant for atleast another week or two and I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” you mumble before slowly slipping your hard cock into me, letting out a gasp. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so much better when you’re this over due…” you slowly slide your cock in and out, knowing if you go and faster, you’ll blow your load immediately and I’ll be even angrier.

You reach down and grasp my aching, heavy belly with both hands. “God baby, you’re so fucking pregnant…” I let out a sign of relief as you lift up the weight, nodding slowly. “I know. Get this fucking baby out.” You laugh a little, continuing to stroke my belly as you thrust your cock in and out.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer… let’s see how far overdue you can go this time…”

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Hilda by Duane Bryers

[filledoutboywife]

Traditional Gender Roles

I’m a fiercely independent woman, so what is it about traditional gender roles that turn me the fuck on?

Like YES forbid me to wear trousers because a woman should only be seen in skirts or dresses (or nothing if she’s at home, obviously)

If I do something you don’t like or do something that inconveniences you, bend me over your knee and spank me

Tell me that jobs are only for men and forbid me from working outside the home. Expect me to cook and clean and have everything in order when you come home from a long day at work

Take away my cards and cash and make me completely dependent on you for money (I’m a woman so obviously I can’t be trusted with money)

Make me wear silly little maids costumes while I serve you around the house

Tell me not to speak unless spoken to

Tell me I can’t go somewhere or meet someone without your permission

I’m a fiercely independent woman, but GOD get me in a traditional relationship

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Take the time to make me a proper woman~ etiquette classes, cooking classes, sewing classes, all the necessary knowledge for any nice young woman! And of course, the most important part, lay me down every night and make love to me like a real woman~ massage my breasts, feel my thick hips and ass, rub my clit while you thrust deep into me! All to force me to embrace my femininity<3

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It's now only how you know you're a woman, but how you know you were meant to be a mother. You can tell yourself that you're a man all you want. You can even pump yourself full of testosterone and change your name. But, when push comes to shove, you're still a woman. Your udders, massive and milky, still respond to the sound of a baby crying. Those instincts that have been bred into you through millions of years of evolution can't be undone. There doesn't even have to be a real crying baby nearby. Just playing the sound of it at random moments, out at dinner, while you're playing games with your friends, will make your body respond the way it was designed to.

Uncontrollably too, there’s nothing I can do to keep myself from letting down. My body so desperate to provide and produce. Breasts swelling, aching, so eager even as it horrifies and embarrassed me.

And of course, I’d only get even milkier in time. My body is built to meet demands, after all.

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“Thanks for choosing me mister,” Heather said, smiling up at the man as she opened her jacket to give him a good look at her bikini-clad curves. “I promise you won’t regret it! I’m allllll yours till morning, so just tell me what you’d like to do to this curvy little body of mine first!”

Inside, Heather was trying her very best not to vomit. As a cop, pretending to be a ditzy high-class escort for this snobby businessman was just about the most humiliating thing she’d ever done, but there was no way around it. This man was supposed to have ties to the local cartel, the same cartel that her partner had been looking into when she disappeared close to a year ago. The brass might've written the woman off as dead, but Heather wasn’t about to give up on her friend so easily. While it pained her to resort to playing the part of a prostitute, it was the only way she knew of to get at the files he kept in his penthouse safe.

So Heather swallowed her pride, making sure to keep the vapid smile plastered across her face as she stripped off her clothes and spread her legs wide. This man was nearly twice her age. It shouldn't take long to tire him out, and once he'd blown his load and fallen asleep Heather would have free reign to start snooping around.

“C’mon big guy,” she teased, steeling herself internally, “take me for a spin and show me what you got!”

2 Years Later

Heather groaned, rubbing a hand over her bloated dome of a belly as she plopped down on one of the communal beds she shared with the other cows. Her twins were overdue and had been kicking practically non-stop all week, but that wasn't a valid reason for taking time off work. If anything, the constant stimulation her children provided only served to make Heather more productive, as the dark stains currently forming on her shirt could well attest. The door to their living quarter swung open barely a second after she sat down, revealing one of the cartel’s goons.

“Mornin’ ladies,” he called, gesturing back out the door. “Better get moving. The Boss wants you girls in your pens and pumping as soon as possible today. Word is he’s just snagged another cow for the herd and is looking to give her ‘the tour’.”

Heather stood, grunting with the effort of heaving her gravid figure up off the bed. She made no complaints as she waddled out the door along with a dozen other women, all former cops, all now in varying stages of pregnancy. The businessman Heather’d been looking into two years ago had turned out to be the hidden leader of the cartel, and he had a…unique way of handling any women who got too close to that truth. The memory of Heather’s own ‘tour’ was seared into her mind. She could still remember the terror that’d gripped her heart as the Boss walked her down the rows of pens, letting her see the heavily pregnant women inside squealing in pleasure as industrial grade milking machines pumped streams of sticky white liquid from their swollen tits. But that hadn't been what broke her. Rather, it'd been the sight of her old partner, the very person she’d been trying to save, staring out at Heather with unfocused eyes as she climaxed from labour pains, the head of her child already poking out from between a pair of thick, motherly thighs, that ended up shattering Heather’s fragile hopes for rescue. Well, that and all the aphrodisiacs, fertility boosters, and growth hormones laced into every meal she was given.

Thanks to that cocktail of drugs, Heather’s breasts soon expanded into a pair of proper udders, and it wasn't before she found herself hooked up to a milking machine of her very own. Despite her initial reluctance, Heather ended up settling quite nicely into life as the cartel’s newest dairy cow, enjoying days spent mewling in pure delight as each spurt of milk sent pulses of pleasure shooting up her throbbing nipples. The breastmilk of captive policewomen was apparently quite the hot commodity within the criminal underground, and the Boss’ ‘open pen policy’ when it came to fucking them had made him quite popular, both among the guards and their increasingly needy livestock.

Today, as the men fastened cups around her dark, swollen teats, Heather simply leaned back against the stall and let out a happy sigh, already feeling the pressure in her milf-stuffed tits beginning to ease as she reached around her giant belly to finger her dripping snatch. She didn’t even notice the Boss entering the pens until he was right on top of her, but the slim young woman at his side looking strangely familiar. It took a moment to place the girl, but then it clicked. She’d been one of the station’s newest recruits, fresh out of the academy and always pestering Heather for advice during her last few months on the force. 

Now, judging by the horrified look the girl wore as she stared down at the fertile cow her old mentor had become, it seemed as though the girl was starting to regret her decision to follow in Heather’s footsteps. Heather simply smiled up at the slender girl, trying to communicate to her the wondrous future that awaited her once she’d plumped up a bit and finally had a baby or two rounding out that flat tummy of hers. But the smile twisted abruptly, becoming a grimace as there was a sudden pressure between Heather's legs, accompanied by the sound of something splattering onto ground beneath her. Her water had broken.

“Understand? This is what happens to women who stick their noses where they don’t belong.” Boss said, forcing his newest pet to watch as Heather began pulling herself into a squatting position. “That’ll be you in a few months, just another fat breeding cow for my herd, happy to spend the rest of your pumping out milk and babies for the cartel. Don’t worry, the drugs will make sure you end up loving every second of it, even during childbirth.” He turned to Heather. “Isn’t that right, cow?”

The first contraction slammed into her as if waiting on his cue, the pain converted into a wave of indescribable pleasure that washed over her entire body. Heather came immediately, squirting all over the floor as the former policeman let out a long, throaty “Moooooooooooo!”, already feeling the first of her babies starting to slide out of her womb and into her birth canal.

The younger girl tried to recoil in disgust, but the Boss just laughed, holding her in place by her hair. She'd soon learn to obey, just like Heather had before her. Like it or not, she was a cow now, a member of the herd, and cows like them belonged on a farm.

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You're old, feminist self would probably look on in horror, but that doesn't matter, because you aren't feminist anymore, you're a woman - bred, obedient, and happy.

After you moved in with your boyfriend, you quickly got into the role of staying at home, cooking and cleaning while he worked as his baby grew bigger and bigger in your once flat and petite tummy.

Sometimes when he came back home, some of his friends would be with him too - working Men, just as right wing and misogynistic as your boyfriend, and they'd sit and talk in the living room while you prepared dinner, discussing things that flew right over your little baby-addled head, it wasn't about pregnancy or food, so you didn't need to know anyway.

Before dinner, you got all of the boys some beers from the fridge and went and sat with them, which made you feel very small compared to them, save for your big, growing, pregnant belly. Your boyfriend put his arm around you while he drank, feeling your heavy, swollen breasts with his strong hands while his friends commented on how big your boobs have gotten.

After their beers, the boys all decided to put you to use, your boyfriend telling you to get on all fours on the floor, grabbing you by the hips while you obediently bent over for these powerful Men. Your boyfriend slid his cock into your sensitive pussy and you felt it swell inside you, and his friends took turns stuffing your throat with their thick cocks and full balls, giving you load after load of thick cum while your pussy was melting from your boyfriend's superior cock.

Once they had all finished, leaving you as a leaking, moaning piece of fuckmeat, your boyfriend's friends left, and you served your superior, sexist boyfriend dinner, his cum still leaking from your well bred pussy.

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If a woman ever says to you, while fucking, "I'm not on birth control", that's your cue to cum deep inside her immediately. She'll be disappointed if you pull out, anyway--it means you don't love her enough to put a baby into her.

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The further left and the more feminist she was before you trained her up, the better it'll feel when you pump your misogynistic cum into your newly anti-feminist baby maker.

All those misguided thoughts of equality now replaced with homemaking and serving you, her attempt at acting like a Man changed into excitement for the babies she's going to be having, and of course, misery replaced with happiness and contentment.

Breed girls for all their worth, it's for the best.

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Umm

So the smartest man i know has been really playing into my misogyny and patriarchy kink and it's like sooo hot that it gets him off 🤤 so he ordered me to spend all day edging and thinking of him as my future husband, and to think of myself as a kinky little bride

And like I never thot of marriage like a kink thing rly but its like totally messing w my head like??? To take a man's name and live in his house and become his property, and then get filled with his cum until im pregnant with his child is like ummm.... 😳

Its like um. im thinkin about it was different now and im dripping wet at the thot of a wedding ring being just another collar. being a man's dumb docile housewife. brainwashed and domesticated into a happy bride owned by her husband

Is this like weird? Is this a weird kink. Idk. I think marriage is inherently kinky.

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I’ve been slowly brainwashing myself to enjoy misogyny and to be a good girl who serves her man. Something about knowing my place and making him feel good, giving him my cunt whenever he wants, being a good toy… well, it just melts my brain. It feels so good, I wanna live in this feeling forever!

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Seems like a much better life, doesn't it?

She doesn't have to worry about a job, about education, about money - those are all a Man's job to her, why bother getting a big fat cow like her to work anyway when you can just get a strong Man instead?

Pregnancy will make you realise how misguided feminism has made you. You don't need a career, you need a big belly full of babies that you can support while your husband cares for you.

Gender roles exist for a reason, live by them.

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