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The 6 Steps to Happiness as a Woman

Chapter 1: The first step to happiness is always submission.

It all started when I met my boyfriend. He was the first one who introduced me to the world of pregnancy and breeding. It was like an epiphany! I knew I wanted to be pregnant as soon as he said it. We had been going out for about two years. I was eighteen then and had already had several boyfriends but they were all boring compared to him. He was older, twenty-two, and so mature and commanding! I was still in high school at the time, a senior. I remember thinking he was the smartest man alive! He was going to college and working as a waiter to pay for his books.

We dated for about a year and then we moved in together. At first I was not sure about it but he said it would be better if we lived together. He wanted me to quit school and move in with him. We had many talks about it and finally I agreed. We lived in his parent's basement and it was like a little apartment. I loved it. We had a bed, a TV, a couch, a bathroom, a fridge and a stove. What more could I want? I spent a lot of time cooking for him and keeping the house clean. It was wonderful.

I loved him so much. He was always telling me how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to have me. I could not get enough of him. We would have sex all the time. Sometimes twice a day! I would get so wet when he looked at me! I knew I was made for him. He was my man and I was his woman. I would do anything for him.

Chapter 2: The second step to happiness is always being pregnant.

My boyfriend started talking about children. We had only been living together for a few months but I think he was starting to get tired of just having sex with me. He wanted a real relationship. One where we were married and had babies. I was still in high school but he said that I would have to quit because he needed a wife and a mother for his children. I was so excited! I knew I wanted to be pregnant, but I never really thought about getting married and having babies. It all made sense. That's what girls are for! I'm a girl and girls should be pregnant.

He would talk about it all the time. I was going to quit school and stay home to take care of him and our babies. I would be a good wife and a good mother. He said it over and over. I knew it was true. I knew it was what I wanted.

One day we were in bed. I was wearing one of his t-shirts and he was holding me in his arms. We were talking about our future. I told him that I wanted to get married and have children. He told me that he wanted me to get pregnant as soon as possible. I said that I wanted to finish school first. He told me that I did not need to go to school, that I would never need to work and that he would take care of me for the rest of my life. I told him that I did not want to get pregnant until after we got married. He said that he wanted me to get pregnant before we got married because he wanted to see my big pregnant belly in a wedding dress. He wanted to feel our baby kicking inside me as he held me and said his vows. He told me that he wanted to make love to me while I was pregnant. I had never thought about it but it was so romantic! We kissed and hugged and then we made love. It was the best sex I ever had. He was so gentle and loving. I knew that I wanted to be pregnant with his child.

Chapter 3: The third step to happiness is always being a bimbo (Bimbo Mentality).

I decided to quit school and get pregnant. My boyfriend was very happy. We went to a clinic and had me checked out. The doctor told us that I was perfectly healthy and could get pregnant any time. I was so excited! My boyfriend took me out to dinner to celebrate. We ate at a nice restaurant and then we went back to our apartment and made love. I knew that I was going to get pregnant that night. I was so happy. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning and my boyfriend was already awake. He told me that he wanted me to start dressing like a bimbo. I did not know what he meant, but I agreed. He told me that I had to wear tight clothes, short skirts and high heels. I told him that I did not have any clothes like that, but he said that he would buy me some. I was so happy! I wanted to look sexy for my man. We went to the mall and he bought me lots of tight clothes, short skirts and high heels. I tried everything on for him and he picked out the clothes he liked the best. He also bought me a bunch of makeup and hair products. I was so excited! I couldn't wait to try everything on!

When we got home, my boyfriend told me that I had to start acting like a bimbo too. I didn't know what he meant, but he told me that I had to start talking like a bimbo and act like a bimbo. He told me that I had to be dumb and airheaded and only think about sex. I was a little scared but I agreed. I wanted to make my boyfriend happy.

We spent the rest of the day practicing. My boyfriend would say something and I would have to act like a dumb bimbo and not understand what he was saying. It was so embarrassing! But my boyfriend kept telling me that I was doing great. After a while, I started to really enjoy it. It was fun being a bimbo! I loved playing dumb and acting airheaded. It made me feel so sexy and confident.

We went out to dinner that night and my boyfriend kept whispering to me that I was a bimbo. I was so embarrassed! But at the same time, I loved it. I felt so sexy and powerful. All the men were staring at me and all the women were jealous. It was amazing!

My boyfriend kept telling me that I had to always act like a bimbo. Even when we were alone, he wanted me to act like a bimbo. He said that he wanted to keep me dumb and airheaded forever. He told me that I didn't need to think or make decisions because he would do that for me. He told me that he would take care of me forever and that all I had to do was be a bimbo and be pregnant.

The next day, we went back to the doctor's office. I got tested for pregnancy and the doctor told us that I was pregnant! We were so happy! We went home and celebrated with lots of sex. My boyfriend said that he wanted to see me pregnant as soon as possible. He told me that he wanted to have sex with me every day and that he wanted me to get as big and pregnant as possible. I told him that I wanted to be a huge pregnant bimbo, just like he wanted.

We started having sex every day. My boyfriend would fuck me for hours. He would tell me that I was a dumb bimbo and that all I had to do was be pregnant and he would take care of me. I loved it. I loved being a dumb pregnant bimbo. I would tell him that all I wanted to do was be pregnant and I would never think or make decisions. I would tell him that he could fuck me whenever he wanted and that I would do whatever he wanted.

I got bigger and bigger as the months passed. My belly was huge and my tits were huge too. I was so horny all the time. My boyfriend would fuck me every day and sometimes more than once a day. He would tell me that I was a good bimbo and that he loved my big pregnant belly. I loved it too. I loved being a big pregnant bimbo. I couldn't wait to have his baby.

My boyfriend took me to the doctor's office for a checkup. The doctor said that I was doing great and that the baby was healthy. My boyfriend was so happy! He kept telling me that I was a good bimbo and that he loved me so much. I loved it. I loved being his dumb pregnant bimbo.

We went home and celebrated with lots of sex. My boyfriend kept fucking me and telling me that I was a good bimbo and that I would be a good mom. I loved it. I couldn't wait to have his baby.

Chapter 4: The fourth step to happiness is always being a good wife and mother.

I went into labor. My boyfriend drove me to the hospital and the doctors delivered our baby. I was so happy! It was the best day of my life! My boyfriend kept telling me that I was a good bimbo and that I would be a good wife and mother. I loved it. I wanted to be a good wife and mother forever.

We went home and I took care of our baby. I was a good mom and my boyfriend was a good dad. We were so happy! I stayed home and took care of our baby. I never had to work or make decisions. My boyfriend took care of me and our baby. We were so happy.

We had more babies. I got pregnant again and again. I had one baby after another. My boyfriend was so happy. He told me that I was a good bimbo and that I was a good wife and mother. I loved it. I wanted to be a good bimbo and wife and mother forever.

I became famous for my lifestyle. I would talk to other women about how to be a good bimbo and wife and mother. I would tell them that all they had to do was submit to the patriarchy and to misogyny. I would tell them that they had to get pregnant and stay pregnant. I would tell them that their only purpose in life was to be pregnant and to have babies. I would tell them that they didn't need to think or make decisions because men would do that for them. I would tell them that they didn't need to work or have careers because men would take care of them. I would tell them that all they had to do was be pregnant and have babies.

I became known as the "Pregnant Princess." I was always on TV and in magazines. People would come to our house and interview me. They would ask me questions about my lifestyle. I would tell them that I had been pregnant since I was eighteen and that I would always be pregnant. I would tell them that I had never worked and that I would never work. I would tell them that my only purpose in life was to be pregnant and to have babies. I would tell them that I had never made a decision and that I would never make a decision. I would tell them that all I wanted to do was be pregnant and have babies.

I became the spokesperson for the "Pregnant Princess" movement. I would travel around the world and talk to women about my lifestyle. I would tell them that they had to submit to the patriarchy and to misogyny. I would tell them that they had to get pregnant and stay pregnant.

Chapter 5: The 5th step to happiness is plastic surgery. (Perfect Bimbo)

My husband took me to the plastic surgeon. He wanted to make me a true bimbo. I was so excited. I had always wanted to be a bimbo. We went to the plastic surgeon's office and I got measured and weighed. My husband told the plastic surgeon that he wanted me to have huge fake boobs, a big round ass, a tiny waist, and big lips. The plastic surgeon said that he could do all that and more. I was so excited! I couldn't wait to be a perfect bimbo.

The plastic surgeon put me under anesthesia and did the surgery. I woke up in the recovery room with my husband by my side. I looked down at my body and saw that I had huge fake boobs, a big round ass, a tiny waist, and big lips. I looked like a perfect bimbo. My husband told me that I was a perfect bimbo and that I would be a good wife and mother. I loved it. I loved being a perfect bimbo.

Chapter 6: The 6th step to happiness is to spread the message.

I continued to spread the message of the "Pregnant Princess" movement. I traveled around the world and talked to women about my lifestyle. I would tell them that they had to submit to the patriarchy and to misogyny. I would tell them that they had to get pregnant and stay pregnant. I would tell them that their only purpose in life was to be pregnant and to have babies. I would tell them that they didn't need to think or make decisions because men would do that for them. I would tell them that they didn't need to work or have careers because men would take care of them. I would tell them that all they had to do was be pregnant and have babies.

The "Pregnant Princess" movement became a huge success. Women all over the world were converting to the lifestyle. Women were quitting their jobs and becoming pregnant housewives. They were leaving their boyfriends and husbands and becoming trophy wives for new husbands who would take care of them. They were submitting to the patriarchy and to misogyny. They were becoming the perfect bimbos and wives that men wanted them to be.

I was so happy. I had succeeded in converting women all over the world to the "Pregnant Princess" lifestyle. I was the perfect bimbo and I had converted thousands of other women to be perfect bimbos too. I was proud of myself. I knew that I had made the right decision in submitting to the patriarchy and to misogyny. I was a happy bimbo wife and mother.

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girlitssoconfusing · 2 months ago

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"I'm so happy to see my daughter, Marissa, finally embrace her full potential! Her father and I were worried for a while there. She was fiercely independent, athletic, never went out and had fun. Twenty, with zero kids! We felt like we had to make excuses for her at family functions. Why our beautiful girl was out hiking mountains and rock climbing instead of pushing out six kids at once!

Well, I talked to some moms on this parental support group for girls refusing to become breeders and figured out the issue! She visited us and we talked her into staying at our place for a month while she was waiting for her engineering classes to start back up. We slipped a few things in her tea: fertility drugs that give a huge boost to libido, and IQ-reducing drugs. Turns out Marissa's independence was to blame on her high IQ and low sex drive!

Within a few days we noticed the effects. She was fanning herself at the dining room table waiting for breakfast. She humped her chair. Her father and I were giddy by the quick results. We noticed she at seconds and wanted more. Evidently she was trying to quell her libido with food, and we happily obliged. I always wanted a fat, spoiled daughter! Casually we mentioned she should go out jogging, 'maybe meet some cute guys'. She looked flushed, and agreed, sporting the biggest food baby we've ever seen on her, Marissa went out jogging..... and came back three hours later with a pussy full of cum.

The results were unbelievable. We continued her medication, convincing her to stay longer and do classes online because she was pregnant (with triplets!). Marissa's willpower decayed. She soon started snacking and overeating constantly. She drank beer with her dad, smoked cigarettes with me, and smoked weed in her room, as she stuffed her face and masturbated. She started playing with herself constantly, even in public. We knew the IQ-lowering drugs were working incredibly well when we all went out one day, she was eight months along and saw a group of guys playing basketball. With us right there, she casually asked them if they wanted to fuck her. We were shocked, and let Marissa go have her fun.

Fast forward to now, with this pic I took of our beautiful new Marissa, carrying sextuplets. She tips the scale at about 300lbs and doesn't think for a second she needs to slow down her appetite or lose a pound. She shakes her fat ass in front of the camera and giggles. She smacks her flabby thighs, rubs her hips and belly, admires her fuller cheeks and double chin. I think she likes being fat, and we couldn't be happier! This is her third pregnancy--after triplets, quintuplets, and now sextuplets, hopefully her pregnancies will only get bigger, as her ass does.... We contacted her college and found out she had a whopping 168 IQ. Now she scores at a 55 on a good day. Oops, might've overdone it, but if it means our Marissa is constantly horny, filled to the brim with babies, and stuffing her face, then I'd say it was worth the loss!"

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