“Uh oh,” you say, looking at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Not that you needed it. You had been suspecting for a couple of weeks that something was going on. As your hand caressed your tummy, you now knew your instincts, and experience, had been perfectly correct. “I hope he’s not mad…” you say quietly, but if you even think about it for a second, you know that’s not really a worry.

You have been married for less than a year. You hadn’t planned on it, but you had gotten pregnant on your honeymoon. Something about that felt very romantic and appropriate. But it did mean that there was a newborn in the house already…

You lift your baggy, cotton t-shirt. Technically, it’s your husband’s, but you stole it fair and square when you outgrew anything else. You touch your tummy and cannot help but smile. No, your husband won’t mind… Not one bit. During the pregnancy he had been so excited and loved seeing how your body had changed. He kissed you, touched you, caressed you… He couldn’t get enough of you. Whenever you spoke to other moms or pregnant women you politely didn’t comment about their dead bedrooms or elimination of their sex drives.

You bite your lip thinking about all the steamy, erotic fucking your pregnancy had brought on. Maybe it was the honeymoon period… but you doubted it. The idea that the next eight months could be more of the same makes your heart race.

Could you blame yourself for getting pregnant again? Not really. The weeks after the birth when you couldn’t have sex was like an addict quitting cold turkey. It had been a long six weeks while you recovered. Your husband had never once asked for sex or any kind, emphasizing your need to recover. However, the fiery looks he gave you, especially when he saw your milky breasts and you quietly moaning as you pumped yourself told you his desire for you had not faded, perhaps it had grown even stronger.

The doctor had warned you, you would only be more fertile after giving birth for a while, and you had said no to birth control - the pill had never agreed with you. As easy as it would be to blame your husband for that night, and you did feel like you could point to the exact night, you had loved the feeling of his huge cock thrusting into you, the power of his big body above yours. When he moaned he was going to cum, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him tightly in and came together.

You giggle a bit at the thought and feel the flush of arousal. This is good news. You can’t wait to celebrate after you tell him…

This plot is about the perfect, loving couple that gets to breed like rabbits. Their bodies are perfect for making babies and their instincts drive them to it, even when they try to resist. The big, burly husband with a huge cock and heavy balls has endless seed to help keep her blissfully pregnant. Her large breasts produce plentiful milk for their babies (and to share with her husband) and she handles pregnancy with ease - even multiples (if desired).

For simplicity’s sake, I pictured the couple living in the country so that they can grow the food they need and have lots of rooms for their kids. This is fantasy and not very realistic, so I think the pregnancies should be easy and uncomplicated to emphasize how naturally this comes to the couple. I originally wrote the idea as a husband-wife, but I’m open to other pairings if you have something in mind, including taboo ones.

I started the prompt after their first baby was born and she is discovering the second pregnancy, but we can start at the very beginning or somewhere else in the timeline, whatever fits. If you’re interested, please reach out to me through DM and let me know your thoughts about the characters and your kinks and limits. In terms of size limits, I don't want anyone filling rooms, but pregnancies can be multiples, breasts the size of melons/bigger than her head, penis less than 2'.

Please feel free to check out my DPP Profile for a detailed kink and limit list, if something is mentioned and you are curious, please feel free to ask.