Yesterday, spending a regular afternoon on Twitterverse this popped up on my feed:
Now the excerpt alone is enough to send chills down one’s spine and certainly made me cringe, to say the least.
Let’s hear from these distressed users who made the mistake of reading the excerpt alone:
Those who read the piece in full suffered even more mental anguish. Like many, Chocchip expressed regret in not following the public service advice to stay away from the link.
Another user said in the same thread, “I clicked and now I regret everything.”
But who is the author?
Multiple users were curious, however as to who the author of this eccentric piece was. And so, out of public service, the researcher, engineer, and journalist in me, had to investigate this further.
It didn’t take long to google some of the text and arrive at one or more plausible posts. The story had existed on Reddit but the original post had been taken down by its author.
However, crossposted copies remained at least on Google cache, at the time of the search.
Now, I could’ve simply pointed the curious tweeters to the cached copy but caches have ephemeral lifetimes and purged regularly. And a piece this gross, this sickening, this nauseating, had to be preserved; make its own mark in the internet’s history.
So… after careful consideration and brainstorming, I had to add it to the great Internet Archive Wayback Machine where it shall remain for your viewing pleasure (or distress) forever.
While there’s no mention of a real author name, the crossposted story has been attributed to a pseudonymous Xgod242. It is believable Xgod242 is the rightful author given their track record of posting such out of this world “erotica” pieces on Reddit, such as this one and commenting on similar posts.
⚠️ NSFW. A complete copy of the story has been provided below along with the links, but as said, it’s probably best to skip reading this one altogether. You’ve been warned.
One day I was out shopping in the mall; I spotted this really nice-looking young woman sitting at a table. She had long, sleek black hair and brilliant blue eyes with tiny flecks of amber and green, yet she seemed sad and somewhat lonely.
Now, I am usually a shy gentleman and avoid strangers, even though I love looking at beautiful women and fantasizing…
Call it destiny, fate, or entropy, but something inside me took control and I found myself walking over to her table, sitting down, and taking a good look at her. Despite her slumped sad stature, her presence radiated a warmth and odor intoxicating to my sense. Something I have never felt before, but magnetic and arousing beyond comprehension.
She looked somewhat shocked at this move, but those nearly imperceptible amber and green flecks in her eyes glimmered upon the ocean of blue when I smiled and asked her, “How is such a beautiful woman like you so lonely?”
Her flawless complexion morphed through several expressions and finally settled on one: need, but not just basic need, more of a primal hunger like a starving beast prowling among the reeds, seeking any prey that may satiate its desires…
“My life is empty,” she said.
“How is it empty?”
She exhaled a defeated and frustrated sigh, “I really don’t want to tell a stranger all my problems. I’m sure you’ll just tire of it and leave, right?”
I leaned back in the chair comfortable and gazed at this tormented goddess; “I am a good listener,” I said and waited in silence.
She stared into my brown eyes; I did my best to feed her hungry gaze with compassion and a hint of lust. This woman was attractive in ways I cannot describe, pulling my heart and spirit like a mother’s new-born to her breast, and this mystery of her sorrow beckoned to me like a spotlight on the stage of a theatre.
I watched patiently as her eyes danced and looked me over, setting on my own once more. At some point, she came to the conclusion that I was sincere in my openness. “Felicia.”
I told her my name and she smiled, her thoughts alighting to some internal reference upon which I had not a clue. Perhaps some former lover or relative that shared my name?
She shifted in her seat; “Here’s my situation,” she paused to order her statement, “I am searching for something that will make my life more… full; something that will change everything… but not make me dependent upon others. I like my freedom.”
I nodded, “I can respect that.” Saying nothing more, my silence signaled her to continue…
Leaning back in her seat, she took a long, slow sip from the drink in front of her, eyes locked on my own. Her succulent lips were so lovely as they wrapped around the straw; so red and delicate and perfect.
“I’m really not sure what I want.”
She was lying and I knew it. I had an inkling of possibility and countless fantasies: decades of life with this woman in every tangible relationship combination. My heart lept to and fro as hormones and thoughts clashed and merged, exploded in ecstasy and burned to ash in the mere moments since I sat down before this woman.
Not permitting the smirk I felt building inside the muscles of my face, I asked, “You aren’t?” The briefest of grimaces spasmed on her face as I continued, “I think you know what you want but are just afraid to risk the consequences.” Taking a deep breath, I continued, “Listen, I know we just met, but I feel… I’m not sure what it is, but I feel like you need something… and a part of me feels a connection, drawn to you like gravity… and… and a part of me… deep inside is shouting loudly that I can help you. It’s only a hunch, but seeing you here so alone awoke something in me that I never knew existed. This is why I’m sitting here with you… instead of spending lots of money on worthless inanimate objects I really don’t need. Now, I know you need something. Please tell me. Don’t be afraid.”
Felicia leaned forward, her face scrutinizing mine, eyes locking on my own deep brown gaze; I refused to blink or look away. As her blouse pulled tight against her chest, I couldn’t help noticing her erect nipples, those wonderful peaks, poking out her shirt… My hormones surged and I felt a blush on my face. My mind drifted…
She said in a low voice, “Yes, I know what I want and yes, I am afraid of what might happen, but I wonder if you would truly commit to anything I asked.” She leaned back and said, “After all, we hardly know each other and what I need… no, what I want is a lot to ask anyone.”
After some thought, and a long study of her features: the soft tan skin, rosy cheeks, long black lashes that bordered beautiful eyes: an ocean with verdant and gold islands, I sat up straight and spoke with abrupt sincerity. “I honestly don’t know why, but I believe that I can trust you. All I ask is that you trust in me. Ask anything and I will make it my life goal to make it happen.”
Her eyes scanned my face for several moments; then she said, “Okay.” She inhaled slowly and her demeanor shifted from sad and protective to welcoming and hopeful; “I am alone. Completely alone. No friends or relatives. Just me.”
I nodded in silence, holding her gaze.
“What I want requires a man, but I don’t want any form of commitment.”
I looked down in thought and considered this. Not quite what I was hoping for, but this gift would never be spurned. My stomach tensed as she prepared to tell me that which I already hoped for, the one dream I have always had and wished would come true…
She bluntly spoke: “I want sex.”
I could not suppress the smile that broke out on my face.
“I see you like that idea, but here are the conditions: I want sex, seriously hard fucking, unrelenting and raw primal passion and rutting. I want no emotional attachment. Love is a major negative. Passion and lust are fine, as they help things along quite nicely.”
Felicia looked at me for a long while; I felt her eyes take in every aspect of my body and assess my demeanor as we sat in silence. I didn’t need to speak as my face told her I liked the idea and would comply with every desire and demand.
Finally, she nodded and smiled, “You are the one. You have excellent features, wonderful intelligence and I really like your eyes.”
“I’m entranced by your eyes as well,” I replied without thinking. I loved this. Being treated like a work of art that happened to be a toy to play with was a wonderful feeling. “And now?” My voice was cool and controlled.
“Now, we need to make some arrangements. First, and here’s the whole purpose of this arrangement, I want to know if you are clean and fertile…”
Somewhat taken aback at this, I caught myself, as I had literally just come from my doctor’s office, “Of course, I am fertile. Actually, I had a test last month when I found out my brother couldn’t have kids.” Glancing over my shoulder at the elevator, “I just came from my doctor, up on the 5th floor and my results were clear and very positive. I’m definitely clean and my doctor said I must be making up for my brother’s sterility in the volume his testing revealed.”
Felicia’s magnificent eyes glittered as a smirk lit her face, “Very good. Now, we will use no contraception. I am unable to take hormonal birth control and I prefer all things natural. What do you think of unprotected sex?”
I smiled with complete glee and anticipation. She nodded, smiling back and understanding me.
“When are you available? How soon would you be able to join me for this?”
I looked at my watch and realized we had been talking for over an hour. As this was my weekend off work, I had nothing scheduled but easy relaxation. I told her this and received an invitation to her place.
She drove. I left my car at the mall. Within twenty minutes, we had arrived. Her apartment was on the fourth floor of a complex and had an awe-inspiring view of the crescent moon over the rooftops of several local businesses. Her interior design skills were off the charts, yet frugal with custom art prints and matching designer upholstery.
“Those are mine,” she said as I examined the chaotic and wild colors in the paintings. Felicia gave me a tour of her place, “Are you hungry?”
“There’s only one thing that could satisfy me now.” My eyes danced from the artwork to her own physique: at about 5’4” she was not very tall, but her B-cup breasts and slim figure were exactly my type of dream girl. Unlike my brothers, who erred on the BBW train, I always preferred petite or naturally thin women. Felicia’s clothes hugged her form tightly and I could tell she took great care of herself.
“Wait here. I’ll be a few minutes,” she handed me the remote and pointed at the TV, then entered a side room, and a few moments later I heard the shower turn on. Not one to argue, I slumped down and started flipping through the channels.
As I heard her soft, delicious voice echo with a song I could not place, I stood and quietly removed my clothes. Her bathroom was connected to the bedroom and I passed through that doorway to watch her through the translucent glass. She was radiant. Her breasts were round and perfect, her waist small and her hips wonderfully curved. She was everything I had ever dreamed of. A shadow between her thighs displayed a thick, dark bush and my passion triggered the blood to flow downward.
Very carefully, I lifted the elastic of my underwear over my growing organ and snuck up to the door. Images of slasher flicks and shower scenes flashed through my head for mere seconds before I slid the glass door open and stepped in. She had her eyes closed and didn’t see me, her voice singing wordlessly a tune that relaxed and soothed my internal beast. I leaned close and gently wrapped my arms around her from behind, kissing her shoulder.
She did not jump or pause in her vocalizations, instead leaning back against me, taking my hands from her perfect abdomen and placing them on her breasts. I squeezed them lightly, massaged their softness, gently pinching the nipples. Her singing transitioned into an animalistic moan of impassioned hunger. She pressed her back against my hardness and gasped at the size, her moan becoming a guttural growl of desire as Felicia turned around to face me.
“Fuck my cunt now!” Her eyes locked onto my cock and her lips drew back in a greedy smile as her fingernails dug into my shoulders.
I grabbed my dick and put it at her entrance, so hot and wet from more than just shower water. This was it for me. I had never been here before with anyone. I had never dreamed of the heat and softness. The moisture, and — oh my god! The smell of her! As much as I wanted to taste her juices, I angled and rubbed around until the tip of my cock caught between her labia. I then pushed up as she growled at the top of her lungs and pushed herself onto me, piercing her hymen. (OH YES! She was a virgin!)
Awkwardly at first, but then finding the true direction for my breeding desire, I plunged myself deep into her cunt, so wet and warm and tight… Being my first time wrapped in flesh so hot and tingly, I felt like cumming but fought back against the inexperience, holding back because this was both of our first time. I needed it to be good for her as much as it was for me.
My body was shaking from burning lust and tingling need as I shoved my cock up inside her hot cunt, plowing through the thickness, feeling my tip press against the opening of her womb, joy and electric shock surged between her cervix and my tip, as she groaned in ecstasy and sighed a deep-throated “Yes…”
To make it less awkward from my 6’2” stature to penetrate her 5’4” height, I grabbed her wonderfully smooth ass and picked her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me in a bear hug as I went even more deep into her. She let out a groan and a gasp as my cock buried itself to the hilt, smashing against the base of her uterus with my length.
I so desperately needed to cum. I wanted and needed it so much, knowing I could never last very long with all this new stimulation. I pulled my head back from her bear-hug, gazing at her beautiful cups and imagining them filled with milk, leaking life essence and feeding me and our child. I waited for her to open her eyes, as she grimaced in pain and pleasure. Meeting my gaze, I hoped she would read my mind as I sent that all important request trough my thoughts… The most primal of human and animal desires to mate and reproduce, to bring life into this world and breed.
Our magnetism, the connection between us was so strong that Felicia pushed her crotch against me, holding my cock against her cervix, squeezing and throbbing and pulling me into her. “Fuck me with that big cock you mother fucker! You are so huge. I had no idea this would feel so fucking hot and so fucking awesome! Now, keep it inside me. I want you to cum in my cunt. I want your sperm deep in my vagina. Let it happen… Fill my womb!”
Every desire over the past lifetime and every generation of ancestors behind me rose within and applauded as a love for this moment, this sensation, this heat, and this woman sent the signal to my testicles to start pumping and mass-producing like never before.
I loved this. So hot and wonderful, I felt the sperm rising through my shaft. She wanted me to cum in her. There was nothing in the way. No condom, no contraception. I didn’t care if she got pregnant, I was going to ram it deep… I was going to impregnate her whether she wanted it or not…
Felicia groaned and begged, “Please! Please cum in me. I… I want you to… I need you to get me pregnant! That is my dream, that is my desire, that is my lust! Oooooohhhh! Do it! Yes! Fill me with your seed! Knock me up! I need your baby growing inside my womb.”
I was on the edge and driving for more. Hearing these words, as if she read from the script of my soul, ecstatic triumph surged throughout every cell of my body. I knew it was okay now. From the moment I sat down in front of this sad, strange woman, I wanted her to get pregnant. That primal urge was overwhelming me and I needed to cum… And I needed to make sure every single sperm cell penetrated her cervix and flooded her uterus.
My cock lunged deep and I wriggled my groin against her thick, dark bush. The base of my cock struck her clitoris and she screamed at the top of her lunch in joy. My cock began to twitch and throb, her vaginal walls pulling me in, not letting me even pull back. I tried to push in as far as I could. Almost there…
“Felicia. I am falling in love with you, even though you do not want that.” I gazed directly into her eyes, transmitting ever emotion behind each syllable of my word into her mind, as my cock was about to transmit every genetic seed into her womb…
“Felicia, everything about you makes me burn with a fire no one could ever extinguish. An eternal flame that has been waiting for you. Your desires, your body, your eyes, your spirit, and this magnetism I feel for you is locking down my soul and fueling the fire to new heights. I need to cum inside your womb. I want you to let me in and be mine forever. Now, I am going to cum in you, you hot cunt! I want you pregnant! Oh, Felicia!”
The hormones took me and I buried myself in her and started to cum. The explosion surged like a lightning bolt into her womb as I fucked in and out in furious thrusts, feeling her cunt milking me. Screaming like a wild beast in heat (as she was) Felicia opened her insides and I felt her cervix widen and spread, sucking the tip of my cock like a baby sucking milk. How very appropriate, as that baby would come from this load of life I was pouring into the woman I loved. I was in ecstasy as my cum flowed into her womb. My powerful, fertile sperm surging forth deep into her belly.
I came and came and it seemed like I would never stop. My balls began to ache as the pumped every ounce of semen into this receptive fertile cunt. She groaned and cried, “Yes! I feel you in my womb! I can feel your load washing me deep inside. Keep coming, don’t stop! Fill me up with all you have! I want your baby to make me a mother and you need to be a father! Please let me do this for you.”
As Felicia pulled me to her chest, smashing her nipples into my own, shooting bolts of energy from one to the other, she clawed at my back and locked her ankles around my thighs. I happily obliged her demands and ground my cock against her cervix, angling lower and driving even deeper, feeling her womb tighten around my tip, squeezing out more cum than I had thought I could hold.
Unfortunately, it ended too soon. Leaning back against the shower wall, I stayed deep inside her. Her ankles remained locked, her pussy wrapped tightly around my still-hard penis. Our breathing was gasps and guttural moans of passion as we remained together in solidarity and desire. For an eternity, we remained together, hot water pouring down on us.
“Wow.” We both let out a long breath and Felicia pulled her head back, gazing into my eyes once more.
“Wow.” Once again, we simultaneously exhaled this disbelieving response to the rapture we had just endured together.
Slowly, tenderly, and very reluctantly I lifted her up and withdrew from her blood-soaked formerly virgin vagina. Surprisingly, very little cum seemed to be flowing out. It was all trapped inside her uterus.
Wrinkling my brow, I gazed downward, unseeing, thinking that this would be our only time together…
“No, my friend,” Felicia read my thoughts, “you have proven to me that I chose correctly. Don’t think this is a one and done experience. We can do this until I get pregnant. I do want you to make a baby in me. The thing is, I am not actually ovulating right now, but I should be by the end of the month.”
“Which means…” I smiled weakly.
“Which means we can fuck as much as we want until you get me pregnant. With the passion of this first time, you have given me the best experience of my entire life. I promise you the best time of your life. Just as long as you keep that thing as deep as you can get it, we’ll be in fine shape.”
My spirit was lifted by her words and I grinned greedily at this news. I then asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Gazing briefly at her blood-soaked thighs and my red glistening penis, she looked up at me with a huge grin, “I thought you might get a kick out of it, finding out that someone as beautiful as I was still pure, at least physically.”
Deep breath, then, “Yes, it certainly surprised me, and it felt so damn good! AND, for your information, I was a virgin too… I mean, I knew where things went, and I know the functionality of human reproduction, but I had never been with a woman before…”
After spraying the blood, sweat, saliva, and tears from our weakened bodies, we dried each other off and crawled into bed.
Two hours of non-stop foreplay later, I entered her gently and slowly, with devotion, respect, and love in my heart as Felicia encouraged me to keep plugging away. She clasped me close to her chest with her firm breasts pressed into mine, nipples hard as spears.
I came gallons that night. Her womb seemed to suck in every drop, vagina spraying only her own fluids, as her abdomen began to swell with a full uterus bloating her naturally. Every time I woke up in the night it was to her mounting me and taking me for a ride. In the morning, Felicia took yet another shower, returning to my prone form laying groggily in the sweat-female ejaculate-and-semen soaked bed.
I admired this bride of my soul in her nude form. Black tresses clinging in their wetness to her shoulders, back, and breasts. Rosy red areolae protruding slightly from her perfectly petite round breasts. Dark nipples standing proudly nearly an inch from those mounds. A thin line of black hair beginning just below her belly-button like a strand of fur leading to the most generously beautiful ebony forest between her legs. Pink moist lips of her labia protruding below said forest glistened in the darkness, a promise of treasure within.
But the most obvious change to Felicia’s body from the woman who had let me join her in the shower was a full inch of waistline added from a burgeoning uterus filled with my bountiful overnight deposits. Imagining those seeds making way into her fallopian tubes, seeking that most precious treasure of eggs and bringing them to life within her flooded womb, I felt myself stiffen once more.
“How in the world is this happening again!?” I groaned as my aching prostate and trembling ball sack cried out in defeat at the demands Felicia and I had placed on it all night long.
Felicia’s eyes watched as my trembling and throbbing penis grew to full length and girth. “You really are something, you know?”
“Felicia, even though this is happening, it’s more to do with my thoughts…”
“Really? Do tell!” she dropped her towel and slowly sashayed her lithe form over to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking down at me.
“Felicia, if you haven’t noticed, your waistline has grown.”
Looking down at herself, her eyes grew wide and she gasped, “Wait, I can’t be pregnant yet. I look like I’m nearly 2 months already!”
“Yes, my love. That’s how much my body adores you. I am completely wiped out and dehydrated, because every drop of me is now inside your womb, and I am getting hard in hopes that you are ovulating multiple eggs. So we can have twins… or more…” I leer at her with an illicitly menacing smile.
“Wow. You are truly amazing. This is so much more that I could have ever wished for. And you know what? I want more!”
“NO! Don’t say it! I know you’re drained, but that cock is mine now. Every time it gets hard, I want you to put it in me. Keep it there ’til it explodes or wilts. Either way, you are mine now, mister.”
Part of me wants this more than anything. But reality is that I can barely talk, much less move. And now that most of the blood is standing erect between my hips, who am I to deny the woman of my dreams?
Disregarding the soaked sheets and mattress, she lifts herself over me and guides my swollen cock into her. The pain from her near-dryness causes us both to groan in anguish, but she does not relent. “Get in me!”
For the next two hours, she rides me and I cannot move. I’m merely a body attached to her living flesh dildo. Every time she orgasms, she begs me to knock her up. I may be exhausted and famished, drained and dry, but somehow, my testicles are able to pump out yet one more load. Of course, Felicia ensures her cervix is wrapped tightly around my tip as the semen rolls out, seeking eggs to multiply, breed her, and make us parents.
After returning to the mall for my car, I head back to my doctor for a checkup. Explaining the bare bones version of what just happened, he nods and provides me with a prescription for something called “pregnaxum.” Apparently, it’s a hormonal aphrodisiac that doubles sexual stamina, triples sperm production, and causes male pheromones to attract any woman nearing ovulation to the person who takes the pill.
I return to Felicia the next weekend, having begged her for a week of recovery. That entire week, I filled up on fluids, proteins, electrolytes, and daily took a dose of pregnaxum. I want to make sure when Felicia needs me to knock her up for real, I’m more than ready.
A week and a half after Felicia’s period, her cunt over the entire week having dripped remnants of the gallon of semen I had deposited, the final portion being washed out along with her menstrual blood, we met up again.
Knowing now that we were bound eternally soul to soul, we spent the entire week in bed, ordering take-out, showering and fucking, flooding her womb every half hour, as the pregnaxum ensured I never went dry.
On Wednesday afternoon, while we rested and dined on Chinese, Felicia felt a tingling in her abdomen and looked up at me expectantly. She lept from the bed and grabbed her phone, pulling up the app that tracked her ovulation cycle.
“Hey, baby. It’s happening. I’m ovulating right now. I felt the tingling of my egg coming out.”
Jumping from the bed, I lifted her and kissed her deeply. Holding her tightly, I pulled away and looked into her eyes.
“Felicia. I am in love with you. I am in love with your body. I am in love with your hot, wet, fertile cunt. I am in love with your sky-blue eyes and those amber and green flecks within your irises. I know you wanted only a baby. But, Felicia, my love, my darling ,the woman I am bound soul-to-soul with, I wish to be more than the father of your child. I wish to be the father of all your children. All OUR children. Together.”
Pushing herself off of me, she turned away and walked to the other side of the room. In confusion, having spilled my heart out to this beloved goddess, I felt a spear of lava jab into my heart. Was she upset? Angry? Did I go too far?
“You knew from the start what this was. I wanted only to get pregnant. I did not want a husband or commitment. I did not wish for anything more than that.” She still refuses to turn back to face me. I can hear trembling in her voice, fear and confusion.
“Let me finish!” She shouted, cutting me off cold. The burning in my heart brought suffering tears to my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but a single blink let the torrent flood my face, drip steadily from my chin.
I could hear Felicia sobbing. What had I done? Why had I not left things as they were? Why did I have to confess my love to this beautiful, delicious woman? Was there a way to salvage the situation?
Sniffing, Felicia wiped her eyes and said, “So.” Heaving a sigh, “So. You are breaking our agreement then? You don’t want to keep your promise to me? You refuse to just cum in me over and over until I’m pregnant?” she turned to me with a contorted expression, combining rage and disappointment with… was that expectation or happiness?
“Wait. Let me finish!” she cut me off again. “When I was a girl, I always dreamed of having a knight in shining armor save me from the wretched poverty of my youth. After years of waiting, and no knight showing up, I decided it was better to be strong, independent, and not rely on anyone. Because everyone always lets you down. You have let me down. You have broken you promise. I can never forget this. And today, of all days, right when my egg has launched its destiny toward my fallopian tubes, you profess undying love to me?”
“Are you really for real here? Are you honestly expecting me to submit myself to… to… to your body odors, your lewd gaze, your giant, manly hands, your deliciously huge cock, and let you make me your woman? Are you really expecting that of me?”
My silence and anguish and confusion haunts the room as she waits for my reply. The lump in my throat filled with bile and desperate dryness croaks out a single word.
Felicia gawks at me, staring at my completely nude body, her own figure unclad and bare. She turns away again and crouches down to the floor. I can’t help but admire her back and ass as she clenches herself in sorrow at loss of my trust, just as our goal was within reach. I take a deep breath and close my eyes in surrender at the loss of all my dreams.
“Daddy! Give me your baby!” Felicia rears up and pounces on me, laughing with ecstatic glee as her tits flap against my face and I am slammed to the floor in shock and confusion. “Come on, Daddy! I need you to cum inside me. Please, please, please, please!”
What. The. Fuck!
Felicia’s personality has completely changed. She is not the woman with whom I have spent days and nights flooding with sperm, rapturing in bed, the shower, on her desk chair, and in her car. This is unexpected and new.
“Come on, Daddy! Make me a mommy, Daddy. I need you to breed this tiny pussy! Can you get your girl pregnant with a baby tonight? Huh? Will ya? Would you like that, Daddy? Cum in your baby’s cunt and get her egg all wet with your sperm?”
“Felicia…” Still grasping the situation, the change in her personality, I find myself harder than I ever have been in my life, ready to explode a battalion of semen the moment anything touched my cock.
“Yeas, Daddy?” Felicia gazes up at me with a look I’ve never seen before, one of child-like innocence and begging for what only her ‘daddy’ can provide.
“Do… do you really want daddy to…”
“Oh, yes! Put your big ol peter in my kitty and feed that kitty all the milk she needs to grow big and round and full. Remember last week, when she was big and round and full? She really misses that! And the best part now, this little kitty is in heat. She has a litter of eggs waiting for you.” Felicia leaps up from her position atop me and pulls open her bedside drawer, grabbing a small piece of paper and skipping over to me, tossing it on my chest.
Looking down, I grab the slip of paper, turn it upright, and read it in disbelief.
“Daddy, this little kitty went to the doctor last week. Daddy, this little kitty got a special meal. Daddy, this little kitty wants to be pregnant. Daddy…”
I interrupt her, finally comprehending what I am reading. “This little kitty got a fertility injection!” The concept finally connects. Felicia went and got an injection of Ovulimax, the drug that causes both ovaries to release two eggs each and stimulates the hormonal combination that is believed to result in genetic twins and triplets. This means, when that twinge Felicia felt in her abdomen happened, both her ovaries released a couple of eggs each and her body has attuned to bearing multiple babies at the same time.
Giggling like a tiny girl, Felicia pounces on me, her cunt dripping with mucus and her breasts swollen, nipples dark and protruding. “I’m gonna have babies! I’m gonna have babies! You’re gonna have babies! We’re gonna be mommy and daddy to babies!”
Before I can do anything, Felicia grinds her soaking wet labia against me pregnaxum-laced penis. The combination of pregnaxum and ovulimax means I will be producing a uterus-flooding, engorging load of semen and she will have nearly half a dozen eggs to be fertilized. Right. Now!
Before another sound can be spoken, Felicia has impaled herself to the hilt on my fully aroused, very fertile cock. Her ripe womb is begging for a load, and I can’t resist the stimulation, both physical and mental, as my balls surge and Felicia’s cervix locks on its target like a child scukling its mother’s breast.
And I cum! Like never before, a tidal wave of sperm surges from my spine to the tip of my cock and shoots directly through Felicia’s cervix into her uterus.
“OH! MY! FU! CKING! GOD! FE! LI! CIA! I’M! CUM! MING!” At the top of my lungs, with every last bit of air in my chest, each syllable is a shot of millions and millions of sperm into Felicia’s fertile, ovulating cunt. The pregnaxum has captured every ounce of moisture from me and poured it into semen production, and now, the aphrodisiac part of the drug is ensuring not a single sperm cell remains inside of me. It is all inside of Felicia.
Looking at her stomach, I watch as the gallons of sperm leaving me floods her uterus and once again, her tummy expands as never before.
Meanwhile, Felicia has been screaming incessantly, her body rapturing in ecstasy as waves of orgasm shoot through her. The ovulimax must also be an aphrodisiac, because my groin is being hosed nonstop by a spray of female fluids with every shot of sperm and every shudder of her body. This wave of explosive rapture continued for over five minutes. We both passed out and yet our sexual organs are on automatic mate gear, sperm flooding her womb and eggs drowning in fertilization probabilities.
A dead weight is covering me. I feel heat. Hot, sweaty, drenched with fluids pulsing heat. I open my eyes and look down in pain. Felicia has collapsed on me. Barely breathing, I check her for signs of life. Her heart has slowed and she has fallen unconscious. Wriggling around under her, I can feel my cock still held within her warm folds. The wriggling and lingering traces of pregnaxum stir up the blood, causing me to grow hard again.
A groan oozes from Felicia’s mouth as I lift her ragdoll torso from my chest. Looking down, I see that her thick pubic forest has been coated with mucus and female ejaculate. Gently, I roll her to the side, our groins locked in place together. Slowly, I pull myself from her but she groans louder, wincing in pain.
I’m unable to pull out. Something is holding me inside her and my growing hardness is locking me in place. From the gooey mess on our crotches, it seems as if her pubic hair and mine have merged and become glued in place by the fluids. Thinking over how to get up while stuck in place, I roll over on top of Felicia and scoop her up, one hand holding her back, the other lifting her buttocks.
With the final bits of strength remaining in me, I lift her and slowly rise to a crouch, her body sitting on my lap as I take a deep breath and rise. Stumbling like this to the shower, I crouch before the shower knobs and flip the knob to hot then lower it to warm. Barely able to rise again, holding all of Felicia’s deadweight against me, I grab the handheld showerhead and lower it between us, shooting a steady and soothing spray of warm water at the “glue” holding us together.
Felicia comes around slowly as my throbbing cock responds inside her cunt. She groans again and opens her eyes.
“Daddy? … … .. Did we do it? … … … Did you knock your baby girl up, Daddy?”
Felicia is relentless and slowly rides me to get even more. The pain of being stuck together releases.
“Daddy, do it more for me!”
“Felicia, baby, what has gotten into you?”
“Daddy, you have! Your babies have gotten into me and I just want more! Give me all your babies, Daddy! Please! Please?”
Since we’re already soaked from incessant orgasms and the shower itself, and since I’m already deep inside her fully erect, my brain triggers my balls to start mass production yet again.
“Felicia, baby, I love you and want you to have my babies. I want as many babies as we can make together. I saw the paper. You got me a gift, something special I never could have imagined. Of course, I will give you all the babies we can make.”
“Daddy, go for it! Breed me! Breed your baby girl! We want all your babies in us, Daddy!”
“Felicia,” I take a dep breath, while slowly pulling and pushing my cock in her vagina. Not moving away from her cervix, just enough to provide stimulation. “Baby, I never expected this. I truly love you with all of me and hope our babies grow inside your womb. I want your belly to grow more with my seed, fertilize your eggs, implant inside you , and have your tummy get big and round and full of multiple children.”
“Oh, Daddy! Yes! Yes! I love my Daddy. I want my Daddy’s babies!”
“And Felicia. I want you. I want everything you are, everything you wish to give, all that you desire. I want you. And I want to be with you, to love you, to hold you forever. I want to get you pregnant every year until we can’t have any more babies. Do you want that too, baby?”
Felicia sobers up as her expression changes to quiet contemplation. While she mulls this concept over, going against everything promised, I plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt.
“Felicia, will you be mine? Will you take me as your own? Will you stay with me forever and have many babies?”
Eyes sparkling, face contorting through every emotion as she considers the ramifications of my questions, Felicia begins to ride me harder. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me close in another bear hug. She sniffs my neck, my hair, my ear, and nuzzles my ear lobe, then nibbles softly at it. This sends electricity straight through my body, into my cock, and surges into her own. I feel her shudder from the transmission of energy and power between us.
Pressing her sweet lips to my ear, a simple soft whisper for only my hearing.
At that very moment, my testicles announce their capacity and yet another massive load of sperm surges into the cervix that has locked itself around the tip of my cock. Spraying against the back of her uterus, my semen seeks out new life and boldly goes where millions of its brethren and sisters have gone before. Felicia screams again in the familiar joyous guttural growl that drives me wild with desire for her.
We are mated. Now and forever and will continue until her ovaries have completed their goal of bringing new lives into our world.
A little over a year has passed. A few months after our mating, Felicia and I had our first sonogram. To the shock and wonder of everyone in the clinic, seven babies were growing within Felicia’s womb. Two sets of twins and three fraternals. Six girls and one boy. From that moment forward, every day has been smiles and massages, hour-long shout-matches, followed by frequent love-making.
At seven months, Felicia’s pregnant belly was bigger than any full-term woman could handle and she was placed on bed-rest until the birth of our children. Despite the risk involved, we chose natural child-birth over c-section and on July 15th, the first of our girls crowned, entering a world of love and joy. Three days later, Felicia and the babies came home to our new house.
After our first round of love-making before the mating night, I had decided Felicia would be my wife. To guarantee a life of comfort, I used my Business Management degree to start up a tech firm, hiring the best specialists and engineers straight from college. Young, innovative minds and engineering combined to forge a billion-dollar per year profit and set us up for a life of having babies for the rest of our lives.
Over the next ten years, Felicia and I would spend every moment we could between diaper changes on breeding even more. Our battalion of offspring grew in a happy, supportive, sometimes quarrelsome, but comfortable lifestyle.
In the end, with 25 children squeezed into our 14-bedroom mansion, Felicia and I finally decided to stop and just focus on one another. For two years, this went all to plan, until one fateful night, Felicia called me into the bedroom and handed me a pencil. Pulling my glasses on, I looked at the “pencil” and saw a little yellow box with + + in it.
“Daddy, I guess 26 is our magic number?”