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There are few things more defining of femininity than the ability to bear children. The miracle of life is a cherished part of humanity since its dawn, but is it possible that there can be truly too much of a good thing? Sure, most women can healthily pump out a new little rascal every year or so, with enough milk to fill their little bellies with maybe a little left over, but what about someone who was born with those genes kicked into a bit of a higher setting? One whose own fertility is so strong and fecund that anyone could see its self-evidence just by looking at her, not counting for what can happen after even just the shortest knocking of boots.

Her overeager womb has changed all of her body to better serve its purpose, whether she likes it or not. Her breasts are massive, full and round, and laden with enough milk to feed a family even before she is pregnant. And when she is, it can take mere hours, or minutes, before her production overcomes her, making so much milk that it audibly sloshes in her bosoms with the slightest motion and able to feed a whole brood, yet never losing their entrancing fullness topped with matronly dark and large nipples and areolae.

But support is needed for such milktanks, and the least she can say about her excessively wide and padded hips and ass is that it certainly makes popping out her many babies easier, the facts that she can take up nearly a whole couch cushion with her ass and its constant jiggling notwithstanding. She's constantly ruining her clothing, both with tearing them over her inflating motherly curves and soaking them with her overtaxed tits and pussy. But such is life for a massive, growing baby factory.

And when she is pregnant, it's like a magic spell is cast over her - all her blessings, or curses, being sent into overdrive from practically the moment of conception. The exaggerated femininity could then be downright comical, or worthy of worship from either sex. Perhaps she is so worshipped for her gifts, or merely treated as a vessel to serve her purpose; less woman and more factory, or cow. Whatever fate befalls her, or whatever she thinks of her own body, it is an inescapable fact that she was made to breed. This is the only life, after all, that could befit someone so, so excessively fertile.

What's it like living with such a body? A blessing? A curse? Loved or loathed by you, its bearer? Are you a matronly goddess for these blessings? Or a mere thing to be used for a single purpose? Perhaps you wish this could be your life, or you feel like you already are living this life and embrace its many boons and complications? Or wish life had chosen different genes for you? Let's chat about it, revel in it, and perhaps see the limits of what it can do.

Kinks: Curvy women, BDSM, being dominant, mommy-dom, older women, excessive ass/breasts, female weight gain, breast, butt, pregnant, berry expansion, pregnancy/breeding, female weight gain, inconvenient sexual characteristics, lactation/breastfeeding

Limits: feet, armpit, being humiliated, bathroom, furry