You: A pretty girl with a breeding kink, with a bad habit of sharing intimate details with people whom have no business knowing them. Details such as, "I'm ovulating right now", with people such as internet strangers like me.

The idea: You reach out to me, telling me about yourself; as much info as you're willing to share. What you're in to, what you're not, what you look like, all that. And, most importantly, you pick out a number between 1 and 5. Keep that number a secret.

Do not tell me this number!

I then will write about five different men fucking and inseminating you. After each, I will randomly guess a number between 1 and 5. Once I guess your magic number, we get weird, writing about that man making you a mother, down to describing his sperm fertilizing your egg. From there, we take it as far as you want to go.

As an example:

1. A 350 lb, 57 year old man wearing a hat that says, Make America Great Again, a guy who has to take Viagra just to get it up. And now, he's on top of you in a cheap hotel room, his tongue in your mouth, his arms hooked beneath your back while one hand clenches your shoulder and the other pulls your hair. Your thighs are spread uncomfortably wide beneath the doughy heft of his waist, and you're helpless beneath him as he violates you. His tongue in your mouth, his mass crushing you, his pubic hair like a forest at your clit, his presence threatens to overwhelm you - but doesn't stop you from intimately feeling his testicles slap against the lower curve of your ass, or every strained thrust of his average sized cock.

Nor does it prevent you from feeling his dick pulsing inside of you as he ejaculates into your unprotected pussy.

Now, if 4 were your magic number, you follow up with the consequence of that encounter; something like this:

*His semen swirls outward from the throat of your cervix like milk, tinged yellow with fat, expanding in water. Like a cloud, it grows and thickens and moves as though directed, expanding outwards until the mass reaches the slender mouths of your fallopian tubes.

They are weak, unhealthy, weighed down by the unhealthy lifestyle of their producer. So many have now been left behind, but millions of his sperm yet remain, coalescing at the passages to your ovaries - half at each, before continuing their journey onward.

First at the starting line; jostling, fighting, pushing the weakest and the less worthy aside.

Then - soon - deeper, a quarter way through your fallopian tube now. Hundreds of thousands of sperm are leading, each determined to be the one, as the rest struggle to catch up.

Soon, now halfway, the lead widens, a string of the strongest two hundred thousand of your mate's gametes trudge deeper through the passage, single mindedly surging towards their prize.

Three quarters, now. The strongest have nearly reached your ovaries, but they too have slowed. Weakened and far from virile, they yet creep along, shuddering like a coughing smoker....

It would be a while yet before you knew. Of the innumerable sperm that pig man had spilt within you, few were healthy enough to even make the trip. Fewer still survived the contest for your ovum, and less than one hundred remained to try and fertilize it.

And yet, unworthy as his genetic material was, your ovum submitted to it anyway. Just as you had submitted to this man, your egg had surrendered its incalculable value to the deformed head of a dying sperm cell. Soon the single, roiling cell is in stasis within your right fallopian tube, and soon it would break; split into new cells. Soon, they would become four and then eight and then sixteen and then...*

Sound good? Great. Now, I get a lot of responses to this like, "I've chosen my number" and that's great! But give me something more than that - a description of yourself, maybe a little description of you getting knocked up so I can get a feel for your style, or even just a bit about what turns you on WRT breeding. Anything, just pls baby Jesus set yourself apart from the boring responses and empty profiles that I probably won't respond to!