The Anniversary present

I don't know how I got mixed up with my boss, Arthur, but I can't say I was surprised. He was a really handsome older guy; a really fit, extremely sexual older guy, and, as soon as he found out I didn't mind him talking about his sexual exploits, it pretty much opened the floodgates. I could tell that he liked talking about sex with his pretty, 22-year-old graphic designer, and, to be honest, I kind of liked it too. I liked the way that my full name, Tiffany rolled off of his tongue like honey, even after being used to having people call me Tiff for so long.

I was a little concerned the first time he mentioned the women he would sleep with when he was on vacation, but, apparently his wife was just the best. As a prerequisite for even marrying her, she had made him seduce her three best friends, her maid of honor and both of her bridesmaids, and prove that he could make them come before she'd be willing to go through with the wedding. She kind of got off on it, and she loved it when he fucked other girls. They had an open relationship, but he took more advantage of it than she did, by her choice, and she mostly hooked up with your girls when she took advantage.

They didn't have any kids despite always wanting some; infertility issues, but that just left them with more time and money for travel and luxurious living, Although the money would never have been a problem considering how much they made.

After my first stint of work, setting up the company website and redesigning the logos and branding, it started to be pretty obvious that the company didn't really need a full-time graphic designer. Becoming the company's "social media manager"occupied part of my getting to stay around. My mischievous decision to start wearing progressively shorter skirts and dresses to work justified the rest.

I knew what I was doing, and Arthur knew too. Somehow, After I started showing up to work and things like a slip of a sundress and a pair of 4-inch wedges, or a mini skirt and a skin tight sweater, it was perfectly fine if my workday consisted of hanging around his office while he told me a tale of debauchery and then screwing around on my computer at my desk the rest of the time. Usually, lunch was even included!

Sometimes, especially over lunch, I'd even let some of my own exploits and fantasies into the conversation, especially if I had any frustrations to vent about current or past lovers.

"My ex was such a killjoy," I said. ,"He would never come inside me, if you can believe it. Even though I told him how hot it is when a guy does that. He was always scared of getting me pregnant, even if I told him it was a safe day. I guess it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise when I told him the idea of getting pregnant actually kind of made it even hotter. Long story short, that's why he's my ex..."

Arthur raised a bite of his steak. "With hips like yours, I bet you'd make an excellent breeder."

I could see a look in his eyes that told me he was testing how I responded to being referred to as a "breeder", whether I'd be offended. When I just sort of squirmed in my seat a little bit, smiling, as I tried to suppress the blush on my cheeks, he grinned.

"You've got the kind of figure but just screams that it would blossom really well during pregnancy. You've got a beautiful face. The world needs more redheads, and Any daughter of yours would be gorgeous. And with those long legs of yours, and that flawless, creamy skin, it would practically be a shame someone didn't put at least a couple babies in you."

I laughed through my nose, as I raised my chin towards him, trying not to give away too much, even as I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my thighs together, and I could tell that a horny blush was spreading over my body.

Whenever I revealed one of my kinks or turn-ons to my boss, it was only a short matter of time before he'd find a way to tease me with it. He absolutely loved the way that my body would never let me hide my reactions, and he really loved the way I obviously got off on the teasing itself.

When I told him that I liked being choked, it was practically every day for a week but there was some reason for him to gently place his hand on my neck: adjusting my scarf, complimenting my bone structure, brushing off a crumb, or for that matter, asking me what I liked about being choked while holding my neck as if he were going to do it. I always squirmed, and blush, and giggled, even as I tried to keep a straight face, and he always absolutely ate it up.

Now that I had told him how much I loved creampies and The front pregnancy turned me on, it wasn't surprising That he wanted to milk it a little.

"I think that a tall and slim girl like you would look really good with a pregnant tummy. You seem like the fit pregnancy type of girl, but I wouldn't be surprised if those already lovely little tits of yours got a little bigger."

He was being pretty bold, but my body betrayed me again, as I moved my hand to cover my modest cleavage. I was wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, which I could get away with mostly because my breasts were so small. He paused, but he picked up on my reaction more accurately than I would have thought possible.

"You like the idea of bigger boobs?" He asked, smiling, as he raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged, playing nonchalant. "I mean... Maybe. I wouldn't ever get implants or anything, but, if I got pregnant, and they got a little bigger, I wouldn't complain. I guess..."

He grinned, "What if they got a lot bigger?"

I exhaled, trying not to give away too much, even as I imagined his words. "I mean... That would be fine."

He laughed, even as I explained how I don't really gain weight, and how my butt and my thighs are just kind of naturally big from exercise and jeans, but how I'd always been jealous of girls with more up top. I enjoyed his gaze on my body, as he complimented the shape and perkiness of my chest, and I could feel myself getting hornier from all the teasing. But that was all it was, just another lunch of workplace inappropriate chat and teasing with my silver fox of a boss.

Lots of our lunches went that way. It was how I found out That his wife had once gifted him a booklet of sex coupons for their anniversary. The sex coupons were for acts with her best friend though, a fact which is as much of a surprise to the friend as to him! They all ended up getting honored though. It was an anniversary gift he felt like he could never top, and he had spent years since trying to come up with something better. Our lunches were also how he found out that I needed to have at least one orgasm a day to not be cranky, and that my favorite way to masturbate was, much to his surprise, "while giving a blowjob." The shocked and surprised laugh that I got out of him with that one was worth revealing the secret. Our lunches always went like that.

I shouldn't have been surprised at all, when, one day, sitting in his office eating a freshly delivered vanilla bean and salted caramel brandy cannoli, I suddenly felt my boss's hand on my knee. I'll admit that I gasped, instinctively, as I suddenly felt electricity along my thigh, fluttering in my chest, and a blush spreading on my face, but I didn't pull away. I bit my lip and smiled at him. I was ready. I turned towards him, and I looked him in the eye, as I licked a bit of cream from my lips, and I waited for him to make the next move.

His hand traced up my thigh a little, his fingers just barely inching beneath my skirt, and he squeezed my thigh just slightly, a slightly wolfish look in his eyes, but then, he seemed to think of something, and he stopped, letting go of my leg.

"Actually, Tiffany, I think I have an idea... And I'd like you to trust me to be part of it. What do you say?" He asked, placing his hand back on my thigh, gently rubbing, as he looked me in the eyes.

"All right," I said, chewing on my lip a little bit. I was kind of ready for anything, at least I thought. I knew I was more than ready for this to be the day I started blowing my boss at work, or for him to fuck me over his desk and go home to tell his wife about it, but I was surprised at what actually happened...

The rest of our meal was surprisingly brief, as he seemed preoccupied with something on his computer, even as his eyes kept roaming over my body. Sooner than I thought, I was back at my desk, pretending to work, as I drew cute animals in cyberpunk getups and pictures of Instagram girls entirely for my own entertainment.

A week went by, and I figured he had decided against us doing anything together, as things seem to go almost back to normal. He did seem to gaze at me more though, and He took me aside and did a swab of my cheek. That was a little weird, but he wouldn't say what it was about.

Another week went by, and that was the first time that he brought a case of shakes into work.

"Tiffany, I'd like you to have one of these shakes in addition to your normal meal, with every meal, for the next 3 months or so..."

"Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, as I picked up one of the glass bottles. It looked swanky, and it was covered in Japanese writing.

He looked me dead in the eye, with only a slight smile on his lips, "I choose not to tell you."

"Why?" I asked, pursing my lips, as I leveled my gaze at him.

He waited for a beat. "Because it will be hotter that way."

I blinked, I paused, I looked down at the bottle... And I turned the cap, opening it with a pop. I made eye contact with Arthur, as I chugged the creamy liquid. It tasted like a vanilla milkshake, spiced and a little salted, but with noticeable herbal and medicinal notes in the background. The taste kind of grew on me, as I drank it. It was actually kind of filling, especially if I was going to be drinking these in addition to my meals, but it somehow seemed to make me feel a little hungry too...

Arthur just smiled broadly, and he ordered our usual high-end take out. I surprised myself with just how eagerly I polished mine off, even with the rich shake sitting in my stomach.

By the end of the first week, I wasn't sure what the shakes were about. I tried googling some of the text, but, while it led me to a couple of Japanese biotech firms, it didn't leave me much further than that. It seems like they only dealt with corporations and high-end clients, and there wasn't much publicly available.

I did find the whole idea of drinking mystery shakes from my boss, "because it will be hotter" kind of hot, actually, and I was still waiting for Arthur to make his move. I found myself fantasizing about him more and more. I found myself fantasizing about everything more and more. I had always been a girl who liked to masturbate at least once a day, but I found that I was doing it more than that! After a few days of the shakes, what this was all about was constantly on my mind, and it was constantly making me horny to think about. I was using my toys to get myself off before bed, and before work, and, more than once, I was using my fingers to get off during the middle of the day!

My nipples had been brushing against the inside of my dress all day, and it was just driving me crazy. Every time they rubbed against the fabric, it felt like they were sending a tingle of electricity to my clit. I ducked into my boss's private washroom and I took a seat to stroke my clitty just trying to get off quickly so I could calm down a little. I found myself playing with my nipples more than I normally would too. They had been really sensitive today. I tried to stifle my moans, as I rubbed and rubbed at myself through my paintings, my fingers brushing and squeezing one of my nipples, and I worked myself to a climax faster than I expected. I was actually riding it out when I heard someone start to click the door handle.

"I'm in here!" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

The door stayed still, and Arthur simply said okay. Lunch had just arrived. He didn't seem to mind that I had been in his washroom, and, if he knew what I had been doing in there, a smirk was all that would tell me. He did seem to eye my body a bit, especially as he handed me my lunch shake to go with our burritos. I was actually starving, and I loved the shakes, so I instantly chugged it down, sighing with pleasure, as I felt it settle into my stomach, and I was immediately ready to dig into lunch...

By the third week on the shakes, I had a better idea of what might be happening! My breasts were suddenly a lot bigger! As in, I had noticeable breasts. They were plump and perky, and they bounced around in all of the braless outfits that I constantly wore. I must have been at least b or a c cup, but even that felt huge when I had been flat all my life.

I loved the way my tits felt, and I couldn't stop myself from constantly playing with them. I squeezed and massaged them whenever I got myself off, which was still at least three times a day, sometimes more, and I loved rubbing and playing with my nipples, which were pale pink and seemed to be even bigger, themselves, instantly poking through my shirts and dresses.

Arthur definitely noticed, as his eyes seemed to roam over my breasts with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. I knew he was responsible for this... And that kind of turned me on! I decided to play oblivious, pretending that I didn't notice my plump new boobs were constantly on the verge of popping out of my plunging necklines or how I suddenly had cleavage for him or any other guy to look down whenever I bent over.

The way my nipples had gotten so much more prominent was also something he noticed, as it was just one more way for my body to betray whatever I was aroused. He seemed to steal glances at my chest that much more often, whenever he would tell a raunchy story or talk about sex, and I could literally feel my nipples stiffen, poking into my tops and giving me away every time!

The shakes that I had with breakfast and dinner were two of the things that I looked forward to the most everyday, and I almost wished I could have a second or third shake to go with meals. At work, I always reminded Arthur to give me my lunch shake from the stash he kept there, and I could hardly stop myself from practically snatching them from him, gulping them down, eagerly, as he watched. If I didn't just stare at the shakes themselves, I tried to remember to make eye contact with my boss, as I swallowed down my "boobie shakes", Even if I was still pretending I didn't know what they did...

Six weeks in, there was no more pretending. My boobs were huge! My breasts had been fattening up practically every day, and they were practically blowing up like balloons! I was bigger than a double d, something that I knew because the double d bras that I bought at the mall in a desperate attempt to contain my expanding tit flash were overfilled to the point that I was spilling out of them. My nipples have gotten even bigger too, and even with my new bras, they still poked out constantly. I should have been alarmed, and I probably should have insisted that we stop, but part of me really, really really loved my breasts! They were the focal point of my masturbation, and I couldn't help but grope or squeeze them whenever I got the chance. Even out in public, I would squeeze them between my arms or even just subtly shake or wobble them, just to feel their weight and the sensation of my fat tit flesh jiggling. It couldn't have been normal how good my boobs felt, but I didn't care!

I could get off in just minutes from just playing with my tits, rubbing my nipples and squeezing my heavy new melons. More than once, I found myself squeezing one of my boobs even when I was out in public, practically addicted to the sensation.

I should have known that all of those extra calories had to go somewhere! The rest of my body was still slim and athletic, although those wide "breeding hips" My boss had noticed were maybe a little wider and a little rounder. I had a little more trouble squeezing myself into some of my jeans. I had kept up with my exercise, and my butt was maybe a little bigger, but it seemed like nearly every extra calorie I was eating was going straight to my breasts.

Arthur obviously noticed, especially with the way that all of my outfits were now practically obscene. Of course, Arthur noticed. He had been paying special attention to my breasts for weeks, and now that they were these two jiggly grapefruits on my chest, ones that I was almost constantly subconsciously playing with myself, he couldn't help but stare. Fuck it! I was ready.

"So, I guess I know what those shakes do..." I said, giving him a wide-eyed stare.

"Do you?" He asked, a slight smile and a slightly raised eyebrow All that betrayed his thoughts.

"Clearly," I said, squeezing my breasts with both hands, making my cleavage ooze out of my top, "they make tits bigger."

Arthur just gave a slight tilt of his head. "Oh? Is that what you think they do?"

I smiled serenely. "Yes, obviously. And Thank you, by the way, I really love them." I felt a tingle in my clit, as I squeezed my breasts in front of my boss. My nipples were achingly hard, and they were tenting my dress pretty obviously. "I kind of can't wait to get bigger." Another tingle of arousal zipped through my body, as I said the words.

"Oh? You'd like to get bigger? I'll have to remember that. That's very interesting..." He was maddeningly poker-faced.

"Do you want to touch them?" I asked, curling my fingers into my top and threatening to free my tits right in front of him. "You are helping me grow them, after all..."

He looked like he was considering it for a moment, but he held himself back. "No. I don't think so. Why don't we just have our lunch?" He said, handing me a shake.

I huffed mock indignantly, even as I grabbed the shake from him. I uncapped it and drank it on reflex, making steady eye contact with him, even as I patted my growing boobs with my other hand.

I couldn't believe he didn't want to touch them! How could he possibly resist!? As I wolfed down my lunch, it was all I could think about, and I found my mind swimming with thoughts of how nice it would feel to have his hands on my tits, squeezing and mauling them. I kept thinking about how much I would love to suck his cock while I stroked myself. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love for him to finally fuck me! I just wanted him to bend me over his desk and slide his cock into my pussy, to fuck me like a cheap whore and just absolutely pump my pussy full of cum. I got so horny thinking about him cumming inside me that I almost couldn't stand it. I stuffed the rest of my food into my mouth, just desperate to get it into my stomach as quickly as I could, and I ducked into the restroom to masturbate as quietly as I could.

I groped and squeezed my breasts, with one arm and hand, while I plunged my fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit with my thumb, trying not to squeak or squeal too much, as I just needed to have a quick orgasm to clear my head. I let my mind wander to the most erotic thoughts I could find, and I imagined getting pregnant off my bosses cum and My slim stomach swelling fat and round with his baby inside me stretching me bigger and bigger every day. I came like an explosion right on the spot. I almost lost track of where I was, and I had to get a hold of my breathing, my orgasm hit so hard!

I straightened myself out, and I tried to get back to my desk without letting too much on. Arthur seemed to be grinning at me, but he didn't say anything, even as I grabbed his entire order of fries and his dessert to take back to my own desk. I wolfed those down too, knowing that they were probably going to go straight to my tits, the idea turning me on even more... I ended up masturbating again before I even went home!

After two months of titty shakesMy breasts were simply massive! I was truly too busty to hide, and my tits were these two huge globes of flash, round and teardrop shaped, with their lower curves hanging low on my chest. I had rests the size of melons, practically as big as my head and constantly fighting for space on my chest. I couldn't move my arms without bumping into my breasts, and they jiggled with every motion and they wobbled and swayed heavily anytime I turned or changed my posture. And I couldn't keep my hands off of them!

I was constantly aware of my fat, heavy tits, and that constantly made me horny. I was up to needing to get off three times at work. Usually once quickly after getting there, again after lunch, especially if Arthur had been teasing me, and always at least another time before I headed home. At home, playing with my tits or stroking myself was quickly becoming my main hobby! My art had gotten a lot more erotic, as my thoughts were constantly soaked with sex.

I found myself drawing lots and lots of pinups and even a lot of porn. I was getting really good at drawing pregnant girls too! Something about girls with full, round tummies was just so fucking hot! I thought about round, pregnant bellies constantly, and sometimes I puffed out my own stomach while I was laying in bed, rubbing and caressing my faux pregnant stomach while I masturbated, either buzzing my clit with one of my vibes or just using my fingers.

I hooked up with a hot goth chick, and all I wanted her to do was suck on my tits. She was happy to oblige, and she was surprised how easy it was to get me to cum Just from playing with my breasts. As I ground my clit against her thigh, I wondered what she'd look like pregnant. I sort of wished she could somehow get me pregnant! The thought actually made me climax that much harder. I think I might have worn her out that night, but it was good to have a new fuck buddy. I needed one!

Arthur still hadn't touched me, apparently preferring to just tease. I wore one of my sweaters to work. It had been big and baggy on me before, but now it was stretched tight around my heavy new blimp tits. They jiggled and jostled like a couple of water balloons in there. That was before we went to his office for lunch, and I took my sweater off...

I'd pretended I was going to topless under there, but I was actually wearing a thin white T-shirt. That shirt was practically transparent, with my whole giant new bra visible underneath, and stretched across my giant tits in bold black lettering was a simple hint: "I consent"

His eyes did go a little bit wide, and he did a literal double take, as he managed to read the lettering. (It was really stretched out) I squeezed my tits between my arms, giving them a little wobble that threatened to slosh them right out of my bra, underneath my tightly stretched shirt.

He licked his lips, And he stared at my body, his eyes wandering over my long legs and full, shapely thighs, my bare, flat stomach and tiny waist, and the massive lower curves of my breasts just above my stomach, round and luscious, packed into my all but fully visible bra, my cleavage visible through my naughty t-shirt. I knew he could see the lust in my eyes; I was never good at hiding my arousal, much to my chagrin. From the way he shifted in his seat, I could guess that he was hard. My mouth actually watered, at the thought. And I could feel my nipples getting that much stiffer, as I imagined wrapping my full, plump lips around his cock, imagining feeling his smooth salty skin on my tongue...

"Well... That is quite the interesting shirt you've got there. I guess it's hard to find anything that's going to fit with tits like those... You've got some real sweater puppies there." He could tell that the tit talk was turning me on. "Still though, we do have lunch..."

With a dramatic sigh of defeat, if I threw my head back. Was he really not going to finally fuck me? God! I just wanted his cum so bad! All I could think about was his cock filling me up... I noticed he was handing me a shake, and I instantly took it from him with a little squeal of pleasure. I uncapped it and chugged it down, wiggling in pure happiness, as I felt it fill my stomach. I still needed lunch though!

This time, I was feeling so horny and so mischievous that I almost couldn't stand it. I felt myself getting horny here, as I ate too. Before I knew it, I was moaning in pleasure with every bite, and my hands were gently caressing my thighs and subtly squeezing my breasts through my shirt. It felt incredibly good just to sit there and clench my pussy, and I found myself getting hotter and hotter with every bite, every caress, every clench. My thoughts were filled with fantasies of fucking and breeding and pregnant bellies, and I almost felt like I didn't even need to touch myself to cum! With my breath getting louder, and my breasts heaving with every breath and jiggling heavily with every motion, I ate, caressed, clenched, and thought myself to a gentle orgasm right there in my chair, even as my boss watched me eat my lunch as though I were in a porn parody commercial.

Panting and blushing, I sat there unable to believe what I had just done, or even that I was able to do it! I stared at Arthur. He was definitely hard, and I could see the bulge in his pants. I licked my lips, as I stared at it. I was ready to just crawl over to him and help myself, when he decided it was his turn to excuse himself to his private washroom.

I couldn't hear what was going on in there, if there was anything going on in there, but the idea that he might be jacking off thinking about me made me so fucking horny that I couldn't stand it, even as the aftershocks of my last climax were still shaking through me. I found myself squeezing my giant tits in my hands, almost ready to just get off again...

I ate the rest of my lunch, and then I ate his too. Something about having a full stomach just made me feel super happy. I rubbed my slightly round tummy contentedly, as I made my way back to my desk.

After a few more weeks drinking the shakes, I was constantly a horny mess! I had started drawing fetish porn of pregnant elves and monster girls, sometimes even at work! My breasts were bigger than my head, practically like volleyballs, and there was nothing I could do to hide them. I didn't even want to hide them! I found that I was getting off on people staring at my body. Anytime someone looked at me and I felt like they were getting turned on or thinking about sex, it just made me that much hotter. My hips looked amazing in practically anything I wore, and everything I wore was skin tight or revealing now. I just wanted to show off my body constantly.

I had started bringing a vibrator to work, even though I didn't really need it. It was like my orgasm was on a hair trigger, and I was more multiply orgasmic than I thought a woman could be.

Luna, the goth chick I'd been hooking up with while I was talking about getting me to do some pics or videos for the internet, and I kind of liked the idea. It really amused her just how easily she could get me to come by playing with my tits, and I was happy to be her source of amusement, as long as she touched my titties and gave me the mind melting orgasms that I constantly craved.

Arthur's stories turned me on even more now. And I just wanted him to finally fuuuuck me!

And then, everything changed!

"Tiffany, do you think you might like to come back to my place after work?

I looked at him wide-eyed and desperate, even as I tried to play it cool. "Why?" I asked, keeping my tone as flat as I could, even as I angled my body towards him and being forward a bit, squeezing my breasts between my arms and showing him a mile of cleavage.

He looked at me intensely. "So that I can fuck you."

It was all I could do not to jump on him right then and there! I was surprised by how loudly I shouted yes, and I was so excited that I couldn't even remember what I was doing next, until I noticed he was offering me a shake, which I happily took and drank. The shade tasted so fucking good! Lunch tasted so fucking good! I could tell that he ordered a lot, but I was glad, because I was fucking hungry!

We took his car to his house. The leather seats felt so nice on my skin that I practically wanted to fuck him in the car on the way there. I was a writhing, moaning mess, practically gagging for his cock, by the time he led me in the door.

He brought me to a bedroom on the ground floor, and playfully shoved me towards the bed. I sprawled out onto it, giggling, as I turned my head back to smile at him.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" He asked?

"God! Yes! Finally! Please, please fuck me!" I said, consenting as emphatically as I possibly could.

He slipped my dress off over my head, and he unfastened my bra, letting my giant blimp tits jiggle free, bursting out of confinement like an avalanche.

I felt his hands on my hips, and he teased my pussy with his fingers, playing with my lips and my clit in ways that made me squirm and buck towards his hands. He leaned down over me until kissed me deeply on the mouth, his hands roaming over my breasts, as we passionately made out. He squeezed and groped my heavy, pillowy tits, and every sensation was like electricity through my body, making me scrum and press myself towards him. I could feel his huge, hard, heavy cock against my thigh, and I desperately angled myself to try to take him in.

He grabbed me by the hips thrust into me, finding me wet and welcoming. I let out a sigh of total pleasure, as I felt stretch me full, and I moaned like a whore, as he started to fuck me. I was in total heaven.

I hardly noticed another presence entering the room. Arthur's wife, Ellis, a gorgeous woman of about 40. She honestly looked like she should be a model or an actress, and he was equal parts surprised and happy to see me, apparently, she watched her husband squeeze and grope my tits, as he fucked me, and her own arousal was evident, the way that she openly squeezed her own modest yet perfectly formed breasts through her dress.

"Arthur?" She said, her voice a purring melody, tinged with amusement and arousal, "Who's the redhead? And where'd You find one with tits like that? She's gorgeous! Professional?"

Arthur gave my ass a smack. "Nope! This is Tiffany! The graphic designer from work. The one I eat lunch with!"

Ellis gave a noise of surprise. "Really? So this is that same pretty art student? I remember her being hot, but I don't remember her... Having such fucking massive tits."

Arthur fucked me in a steady rhythm that kept me gently moaning incoherently, even as he spoke to his wife. "I've spent the last 3 months giving her bioengineered milkshakes. Of course, her breasts have gotten bigger, but I've also been boosting her sex drive, her kinks, and... Her fertility!"

The idea that my fertility was boosted made my eyes go wide. My fertility had gone up as much as my bust size head, then I could probably get pregnant just from a guy looking at me!

"I seduced my work friend and made her into a baby machine! All for you!"

Ellis was crawling onto the bed, Her hand between her thighs, as she watched her husband fuck me. "You're going to breed her!?"

"I absolutely am... As long as she begs for it." There was an edge in his tongue, as he addressed me, and I instantly felt a burning need for him to breed me! I couldn't imagine anything hotter than getting pregnant, and the thought of my slim tummy swelling up round and full with his child was almost enough to push me over the edge of climax, even as he held back from finishing me off until he heard the words.

"Yes! Cum inside me! Fuck it! Do it! Please. Knock me up!" I begged, desperately.

He fucked me with an intense series of rapid, artful strokes that pushed me over the brink, and he exploded inside me, pumping me full of cum, as my orgasm rocked me. My pussy milked him as I came, urging him to pump me fuller and fuller, my womb hungry for every drop of his sperm. I could practically feel the heat of his cum spreading throughout my tummy, knocking me up as his wife watched.

Ellis bent down and kissed me, making out with me sloppily, as my orgasm quaked through me. She rolled me onto my back, and she stroked my tummy, gently patting my womb, as her husband filled me up with his seed.

"Happy anniversary!" Arthur said, as he took his wife by the chin and kissed her. The two of them made love next to me, and then they made love to me.

I shouldn't have been surprised When my tummy started to thicken up not long after. Arthur and Ellis were fantastic. Ellis couldn't stop petting and touching me, apparently obsessed with my pregnant belly. Sometimes she would suck my tits or finger me while she rubbed and kissed my expanding tummy, and I couldn't help but melt under her touch; it was so hot. She seemed to get more and more turned on by me, the bigger I got, as my pregnancy grew and grew.

Sex finally became a normal part of our lunch time at work, and Arthur would fuck me daily. Sometimes he'd even choke me a little, once the doctor said it was okay. I still felt like my favorite part of the day was when I'd hide behind his desk and suck him off though. I'd rub my breasts, my pregnant tummy, and my clit, while I licked and sucked his lovely cock, and I'd always time my orgasm to break through me just as I swallowed his cum.

It turns out they were willing to adopt as many babies as Arthur could put in me, and I found myself more than thrilled and indescribably turned on by the idea of being his breeding machine. Anytime he would talk about me being knocked up, or anytime he'd call me a baby factory or gush about how sexy I looked pregnant, I was practically putty in his hands, and he'd be fucking me senseless before I knew it.

Sometimes Ellis joined us at work, and sometimes Arthur would bring me home to her. Either way, I knew I was in for some serious pleasure.

Luna thought I was hot pregnant too. She really did convince me that I should do some photos and videos with her, and I Loved how hot my pregnant body looked with my giant breasts resting atop my expanding belly.

Arthur was right about me taking to pregnancy well. His twin daughters were born 9 months to the day after his and Ellis's wedding anniversary, both with my gorgeous red hair. It didn't take much convincing to get me to let him knock me up again.

They want a *really" big family. I'm thinking that maybe I can convince Luna to join the fun... Sometimes, I think about watching Arthur knock her up, and I kind of get what turns Ellis on so much... Maybe I can get Arthur to order some more of those yummy, yummy shakes!