It turns me on so much imagining passing out and being bred, maybe being drugged to keep me out of it all night. I’d wake up with a sore swollen boycunt and soaked boxers with no idea why. I’d chock it up to a wet dream and continue on my day oblivious to the fact someone had spent all night fucking me. Maybe I would be bred over and over in the next few nights, just to make sure I was knocked up. I wouldn’t even notice when my belly started to swell, and I’d still be fucked even after that while the horny pregnancy hormones took over. By the time I noticed that something wasn’t right I would be pregnant and unbearably horny, unable to resist.