Written for my co-author u/goldjunge_xx

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Helpless. Little. Female.

That’s what you call me. And I am exactly that. 5 foot nothing. Just a touch over 9 stone. A double D chest and child-bearing hips. My fertile body is designed for you to mount it. Then mate with it.

You, on the other hand, are big. Really fucking big. Strapping, well-hung, prime breeding stock. So fit and healthy. You tower over me. It makes me creamy wet when I have to tilt my head back to take in your impressive height. Broad shoulders. Strong arms. A natural protector of our young. Provider for our brood. It’s why my womb picks you to keep me in a constant state of heat. My ovaries ache. Please. Give me your babies.

Your hands are easily twice the size of my own. I like to hold mine up to yours so I can compare. It makes me feel tiny. Your long fingers are the ones that hold me in place when I’m sitting on your dick. And then can take the weight of my entire baby bump. Especially when I’m heavy with your twins.

Is it my painful milk-filled tits, or your heavy, full balls that are more swollen? Both need draining. Milking. Emptying. Ready to be replenished. I love to weigh your baby makers in my palm. Feel how many swimmers you have for my eggs. Or how much thick load is going to soothe my pregnancy craving for your come.

Even at 9 months knocked up, I rest my swollen belly against your flat stomach. You press every single button in my primal mind that makes me want to reproduce with you. I want you to change my shape. Keep me this obscenely round. Get me pregnant again as soon as I’ve given birth. I am your little baby-making machine. And I want every man to see exactly what your superior sperm count does to me.

I can’t even fit my petite fingers around your big breeding dick. Even if I try really hard, there’s still a large gap between my thumb and forefinger. You’re eye wateringly thick and fat. It turns me feral when I hold up your heavy shaft with both of my hands. Then lay your heft over the curve of my bump. All giddy. Fuck. Look how deep I take your dick.

On paper, my little pussy shouldn’t be able to take a cock size like yours. It just doesn’t make sense. How? But it does. I make it fit. And I feel every painful inch of that stretch. It’s what I need. What I crave. You opening me up. Wide. Pushed to my limits. Training for birth. Until my tight, needy hole submits to you. And then I suckle you in. Right up inside me. Belly bulging. Cervix deep.

In fact, I’m sure there’s an imprint of the tip of your cock there. Right where you unload into me. Fully owned. My pregnant pussy stuffed with your swimmers. I'll always choose your superior DNA to make my babies.

When you’re on top of me, balls deep in a mating press, it’s obscene just how far my pink folds splay open. Exposed. All those wet sounds and high-pitched whimpers. My tight, hot, walls suction along your shaft when you properly fuck in and out of me. Training my body for birth. To bear down. To push…

Afterward, when I examine myself in the mirror, I smile. All proud. Content. Cock drunk. Look how you make me gape. I feel so pretty. My womb all marked up and claimed. I took your alpha loads so I could fulfill my purpose.

Helpless little female bred by a big baby daddy.