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Jeff lounged back on the couch, smiling to himself as he cracked open the first page of the photo album for what seemed like the hundredth time. He couldn’t help it, there was just something magical about revisiting the transformation his beautiful Becky had gone through over the past few years.

That first picture - the one of his then-girlfriend staring into the camera, looking thoroughly unamused by the shirt he’d brought back on one of the visits back home shortly before graduating college - might just be his favorite. Two years his junior, he remembered Becky being so excited to join him on campus. She'd been utterly crushed by the discovery that her birth control had failed, forced to watch as all her friends moved onto bigger and brighter things while she remained stuck in their little hometown, her belly swelling with a child she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Jeff had felt bad for her of course, but he’d be lying if he pretended he hadn’t enjoyed driving back home each weekend to find Becky a just a bit bigger, her curves slightly more pronounced than they’d been the week before. It hadn’t hurt that the combination of pregnancy hormones and general loneliness had left her aching for his touch. Despite the annoyance plastered on her face, he still hadn’t forgotten how easy it’d been to coax her out of those clothes, nor the moans she’d let slip as she’d begged him to, in her own words, “give your dirty, pregnant slut the fucking she deserves!”.

He’d almost been sorry to hear that her water had finally broken. But as Jeff watched Becky straining to bring their beautiful baby boy into the world, a part of him had known, deep down, that this was only the beginning.

Flip

This next picture had been taken without her noticing, with their second child already well on its way. Becky had resisted at first, demanding that he wear a condom as she didn’t see the point of going on the pill again after it’d already failed her once. Jeff had refused, opting instead to tease her sensitive body relentlessly. Again and again he’d brought Becky to the edge, refusing to give her release until she finally caved, assuring him that it was “just this one time!”. Naturally, it hadn’t been ‘just one time’. His horny little sexpot had kept coming back, spreading her legs for him and taking his loads deep inside night after night until, inevitably, her belly began to swell once more.

To his relief, Becky had seemed much less distraught with this second pregnancy. Oh sure, she’d still grumbled about how unfair it was that she needed to lug another one of his kids around in her belly for another nine months while tending to housework AND a newborn, but he’d seen just how much time she’d begun to spend in front of the mirror. Whether or not Becky wanted to admit it, the sight of her heavy, milk-filled breasts and perfectly round belly was starting to become as appealing to her as they were to Jeff. He’d told her as much when he’d snapped this picture, though she’d simply blushed and told him he had no clue what he was talking about.

Neither of them had been the least bit fooled by the obvious lie, and when he’d married Becky shortly thereafter Jeff remembered her stroking that swollen belly at the altar quite openly.

Flip

Seeing the smile on Becky’s face in the next picture made Jeff's own grow even wider, as did the sight of those thick thighs and wide breeding hips she’d developed by squeezing out two sons and having a third pumped into her fertile womb immediately afterwards. This time there’d barely even been any resistance on her part. Only a halfhearted plea for some contraceptives, swiftly forgotten as Jeff grabbed hold of that perfectly plump ass and began to give her the pounding he knew she’d been craving all along.

That third positive pregnancy test had seemingly been the switch for her to let go of whatever pretense she might’ve still held about a life beyond being her husband’s big sexy baby factory. With two kids already under her belt and another on the way, Becky had thrown herself into the task of homemaking with a vigor that shocked even him. She’d positively glowed as she waddled around the house, babes suckling on her leaking breasts as she indulged her natural nesting instincts by making sure their house was spotless (or, as close to spotless as possible with a pair of infants mucking things up). Then, once he got home from work, Becky would settle her considerable weight onto his lap as they watched TV together, enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing the bare skin of her ever-growing bump. Oftentimes they didn't even make it to the bedroom, with Jeff opting instead to simply fuck her silly right there on the couch, which, of course, necessitated a thorough cleaning the following day. Not that Becky seemed to mind.

The picture itself had been taken while Becky was waddling her way to the tiny garden behind their house to tend to some weeds. Naturally it hadn’t taken long for him to follow her, and the sounds of their heavy panting had no doubt drifted throughout the neighborhood as he’d railed his plump pregnant princess up against the toolshed.

Flip

Now Jeff had reached the fourth and (for the moment) final picture, taken barely a week ago before the drive to her latest checkup. Becky had decided to change her look recently, and while he hadn’t asked what prompted it, he suspected she’d meant it as a sign of transition. Something about abandoning her last remaining ties to the lustful young woman she’d been in favor of embracing her new role as his insatiable MILF. 

There’d been no hesitation with this pregnancy. In fact, this time it’d been her that had begged him to knock her up, with all those thick, motherly curves perfectly framed by Becky’s favorite piece of lingerie as she lay splayed out on their bed. While she loved the three sons she’d already given him, his wife had made it clear that she’d like to have a couple daughters as well. Jeff had promised to try his best and, sure enough, when it came time for the ultrasound the nurses had let them know it was a girl. Two of them in fact, which had Becky beaming with pride the entire ride home as she stroked the belly containing their first (though hopefully not last) set of twins.

She’d barely let Jeff out of their bedroom that night, riding him over and over again until his balls had been milked dry and the bedsheets were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and other juices.

Back in the present, Jeff laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He was still basking in that pleasant memory when he heard the front door creak open and a series of careful, plodding footsteps began to approach.

“Are you looking at that photo album again?” his wife’s voice teased. “I swear, with how often I find you staring at that thing, I’ve half a mind to just frame those pictures and stick them up on the wall. If I don’t that album might just disintegrate from overuse!”

“Well, I’m not opposed to the idea…” Jeff confessed, opening his eyes to find her giant belly resting on the back of the couch right next to his head, the colorful picture tattooed right above Becky’s womb standing out against the taut, pale skin. A recent addition, its verdant green vines formed a heart that wrapped around her protruding belly button, with five tiny, white flowers, one for each of their children, blooming near the base.

“Are you sure we have enough wall space though?” he joked, tracing the long, flowerless parts of the vine with his finger. “Seems to me like you intend on keeping these pictures coming for a long time yet.”

“Well now,” Becky breathed into his ear, bending over to reach down into his pants and grab hold of the cock that’d been rock hard long before she’d stepped into the room. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you turned me into a horny little broodmare, hmmmm? Now, are you going to help your poor, pregnant wife upstairs and give her pussy the pounding it so desperately needs? Or is big-bellied Becky going to have to start stripping you right here on the couch?”

Jeff gave her another one of his grins.

Needless to say, they never made it upstairs.

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Audrey plopped herself down onto her new bed, doing her best to mask her growing anxiety with a broad smile while flipping a thumbs-up towards the camera. Sure, she’d promised to keep her friends up to date with a pregnancy vlog, but there was no reason they needed to know how nervous she was. They just wanted to see how huge she was getting as the due date approached, and so Audrey played up how ‘excited’ she was to be moving in with her boyfriend and his totally-not-overbearing mother.

In truth, it wasn't like Audrey really had much of a choice. She’d been a year out from finishing her bachelor’s in electrical engineering when Billy had knocked her up. Ever since that day his condom had burst, flooding her fertile womb with his potent seed, Audrey’s life had become a never-ending downward spiral. A childhood spent growing up in a conservative household had made getting an abortion practically unthinkable, and so she’d decided to try and just power through her last year. Audrey had hoped to finish her degree before the baby arrived, which would’ve given her time to get a handle on this ‘mothering’ business before she began looking for actual work.

Unfortunately, things hadn’t worked quite so smoothly. The pregnancy hormones played havoc with Audrey’s brain, making it hard to focus on her teacher’s lectures. Despite her best efforts, her mind would inevitably start to drift into daydreams about her boyfriend's fat cock. Initially, Audrey had been terrified he might dump her on the spot upon discovering her condition, but she needn’t have worried. Far from chasing him off, the sight of Audrey's burgeoning baby bump only seemed to make him want her more. He just couldn’t keep his hands off her, fucking her constantly from the moment she got home to the moment they fell asleep tired, sweaty and entwined in each others arms. 

All this attention had been flattering, but it’d also been terrible for her studies, with Audrey's grades staring to plummet as her belly grew larger and larger. She’d tried her best, she really had, but that hadn’t stopped the university from kicking her to the curb around six months into her pregnancy.

It'd been painful seeing the pity behind her friend’s smiles as they helped her pack, hearing the forced cheerfulness as they asked her to keep in touch in a tone that felt like they were stepping on glass. However, that'd been nothing compared to her parent’s reaction. 

Audrey had known how disdainful they were of premarital sex. It was why she'd hidden news of her pregnancy from them, hoping that coming home with a degree as a kind of makeshift peace offering. Instead, she’d shown up on their doorstep with nothing to show for her time but a big ol' belly and a boatload of student debt. To say they were unhappy would’ve been an understatement. Audrey’s mother had just stared at her, disgust and disappointment warring on her face, while her just father went off on her, ranting about how his home had “no room for irresponsible sluts!” in full view of their neighbors, before slamming the door in her face. 

Pregnant, broke, and now homeless, Audrey hadn't really had any other option but to accept her boyfriend’s invitation to move in with him and his mom. She was honestly quite grateful to him, especially seeing as Billy had immediately proposed after hearing what’d happened and promising to take good care of both her and their child. However, Audrey got the distinct impression that her mother-in-law wasn’t much impressed by her son’s new fiancée.

While that was understandable considering her status as a knocked up dropout, Audrey was determined to prove the family matriarch wrong. Oh sure, life might’ve thrown her some nasty curveballs recently, but Audrey was a smart girl. Child or not, with a little luck, she was confident that she’d be back on her feet in no time!

Two years later...

“What do you think you’re doing outside all by yourself you dumb slut?!” yelled Audrey's mother-in-law as she waddled in the front door, a small package held in both hands.

“I-I’m sorry mother,” Audrey stammered, freezing in place and lowering her eyes. “I-I just saw the postman leave a package on the curb, and I…w-well I thought I’d help Billy out by bringing it in before it got s-stolen again…”

“Help? You?” The older woman snorted. “I think we've established by now that he only thing you’re good for is squeezing out grandchildren.”

She ran a finger along the bannister, holding it up to show Audrey the tiny speckle of dust, barely visible on her wrinkled digit.

“Just look at this! It’s filthy! Instead of going outside, how about you start learning how to cook properly and actually keep the house clean! God only knows why you’d want to go outside anyways. A braindead baby factory like yourself is liable to get lost just walking around the block without a man around to set you straight!”

This chewing out was enough to put Audrey on the verge of tears, though she thankfully managed to make it back to her bedroom and bury her face in a pillow before they arrived. It’d taken her months to realize the truth of her mother-in-law’s words, which just serverd as further evidence of Audrey's inferior intellect.

The fact that she'd once believed herself smart might’ve been funny, if it wasn’t so pathetic. Smart women did exist of course, plenty of them in fact. Audrey just wasn’t one of them. She was a dropout. A failure. A girl so deluded that even getting knocked up and thrown out by her parents hadn’t been enough to make her realize that what little value she did have came from her fertile womb, not her empty head.

Even after becoming a mother, she’d still resisted this obvious truth, forcing her husband and mother-in-law to keep her tied up in bed until she’d finally accepted that she was only good for breeding, birthing and breastfeeding, by which point Audrey’s belly was beginning to bulge with her next baby.

So when she heard the creak of the door and soft footsteps on the carpet, all Audrey could do was sniffle as she sobbed out, “I-I’m sorry mother! I…I’ll try harder to be better, I promise!”

“Ahhh…so Mom’s been giving you a rough time again today, huh?” a familiar, masculine voice answered. 

Audrey spun around to find her husband smiling down at her. “I-I’m so sorry dear,” she stammered, wiping at her eyes “I-I didn’t know you were back and I…oh God, I haven’t even prepared dinner yet! I’ll get started on it right awa—”

“Ahhh, don’t worry about it,” he said, waving away her concern. “I know mother means well, but she’s too hard on you. You can’t help being what you are. Besides, I’d much rather enjoy my beautiful wife than a hot meal at the moment, and I suspect a good hard dicking is just what you need to turn that frown upside-down. Isn’t that right, Audrey?”

Audrey nodded, already reaching down past her massive, overstuffed belly to undo the drawstring on her pajamas. Billy, being much, much smarter than she could ever hope to be, was, of course, totally right. She always felt better after sex, the lingering warmth of his touch and the feeling of his seed running down her inner thighs serving as a calming influence as she went about her wifely duties. 

Stripping off the last piece of clothing, Audrey laid back and spread herself wide, her needy whimpers answered with a satisfied grunt as Billy sank his cock deep inside her dripping slit. Large hands settled onto the stretchmarked belly containing her twins, filling Audrey with that familiar sense of safety and contentment. It was comforting to know just how much her husband desired her, to know that she didn’t need to think or worry about anything. Making decisions was her husband's job, and life was better that way. Less chances for dumb little Audrey to mess things up like she always did.

The creaking of their bed mixed with Audrey’s own cries of pleasure as Billy continued to ravish her, completely dominating the round, helpless form of his beloved breeding slut. Audrey relished his attention, letting all of the day’s worries fade into the background as she wrapped her legs around her husband's waist just as she felt his throbbing cock begin to flood her pussy his cum, just as he had so many, many times before.

“God this belly looks so fucking sexy on you,” he whispered into her ear a few minutes later, his fingers softly caress the taut skin massive baby bump as they cuddled together in bed. “I’m so glad I followed Mom’s advice to knock you up. Keeping you around as my submissive baby factory is just so much hotter than letting you find some stupid engineering job, and that fact that its twins this time only makes it better. You don’t have to worry so much about impressing mom, but I'll be expecting a lot more babies from you going forward, understand sweetie?”

Audrey murmured her agreement, pressing herself deeper into his firm embrace on instinct, even as her belly began trembling under her children’s kicks. 

The fact that he’d intentionally knocked her up wasn’t news by this point, with Billy having explained how he’d poked holes in their condoms shortly after the birth of their first child. Audrey didn’t blame him for it. At least, not anymore. She understood now that its only natural for men to try and impregnate the women they desired, regardless of the woman’s consent.

Really, it was HER fault for being too dumb to realize what was happening. The smarter girls, the ones who actually deserved to have a career outside of rearing children, surely must’ve been double-checking their condoms before sex, just to be safe. The fact that she’d neglected to do so was just further evidence that Audrey was exactly where she belonged.

Not that Audrey lamented ending up where she had. In fact, she considered herself quite lucky. Considering how stupid she was, Audrey was bound to have torpedoed her attempt at higher education sooner or later. She was simply fortunate enough to have had a man around to see this when she couldn’t, one who’d been willing to claim her as his own despite her many obvious flaws.

Audrey knew she’d never be able to repay Billy for the kindness he’d shown marrying a dimwitted cocksleeve such as herself, but she was determined to try nonetheless. She loved her role as her husband's horny little baby factory, and would spend the rest of her life carrying his children in her fertile belly, hopefully raising them well enough to not turn out to be as big of a disappointment as she had.

It wasn’t the fate she’d envisioned for herself, but as Audrey felt her husband’s cock beginning to stir once more, she found that couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

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“Maybe a bit further?” Amy asked, an impish grin spreading across her lips as she slid the mirror back another foot. “What do you think, honey? Will this be far enough to get the entire bed in frame?” 

The way Terry’s rock-hard cock twitched as she bent forward only made that grin grow wider. His wife knew exactly what she was doing as her fat, jiggling ass began to sway back and forth, the reflected bulk of her round, baby-filled belly hanging heavily beneath her as it swayed gently along in time. Amy was practically daring him to push her down and fuck her senseless. He could only obey, his fingers squeezing down on those plump, motherly hips and sliding his cock into her warm, dripping depths for the third time that day.

His wife hadn’t always been this way. Not too long ago she’d fancied herself the next big up-and-comer in the field of wildlife photography. It’d been Amy’s passion since she’d been a real girl, and she'd always dreamed of one day capturing some the world’s most majestic creatures with her camera. Instead, she’d graduated from college only to find that no-one was looking to hire a wildlife photographer with next to no experience, and had wound up working a family photo job at a local mall to help pay the bills.

Terry remembered how much Amy had hated it at first, constantly complaining about how snapping photos of smiling parents, bratty kids, and squirming infants was a waste of her talents. However, over the next few months he watched some truly astounding changes began to take root in his wife's psyche.

Her complaints started to shift, often drifting to the shocking amount of pregnant women who'd simply smiled dumbly and caressed their enormous bellies while their children ruined the shot one way or another. Outwardly, Amy had continued to chastise these ‘twittering baby factories’ as she called them, lamenting the opportunities some of these women had wasted in their rush to raise an ever-growing brood of screaming children. Inwardly, Terry had noticed the way her hands began drifting down to her own belly whenever she told him about all these fertile, young mothers dripping milk all over her studio as they stared dreamily into the camera with a babe suckling at their breast.

After just a few months on the job, Amy sex drive was growing so ravenous that Terry would be jumped the second he got home, his wife seemingly determined to wring every last drop of cum from his aching balls. He also noticed the change in her browsing habits, switching from the occasional trip to a wildlife websites in-between email and social media, to spending long stretches reading forum posts from expecting mothers with wide, almost desperate eyes. As the weeks wore on, Terry began to hear naked envy seeping into Amy’s voice whenever she mentioned her customer’s ‘bloated, leaking tits’ and ‘huge, swollen bellies’.

“W-Wombs!” she’d gasped one night, pussy clamping down tight as she slammed herself down onto his cock. “T-That’s all those women are Terry. J-Just a bunch of walking, t-talking wombs that'll do anything to be kept fat and pregnant for the rest of their lives! I b-bet they're fucking s-sluts too, Terry! J-Just a bunch of horny little p-pregnant sluts that need a big strong cock to keep them nice and bred!”

The way Amy’s pussy quivered as she talked about her clients had been enough to clue Terry in to the severity of her baby fever. True, he’d often fantasized about knocking Amy up, but they'd both agreed that it just wasn’t the right time in their lives to have a child. He was also growing more than a bit concerned at the drastic changes in his wife’s personality, to the point where Terry had started to rehearse his side of the inevitable argument when he ultimately refused his wife’s request for a baby. 

But Amy had never given him the chance to refuse, surprising her husband by pulling out a positive pregnancy test from underneath a pillow during a particularly intense lovemaking session. He remembered looking down at those two pink lines in utter shock as his throbbing cock prepared to deposit another fresh load into his wife’s trembling pussy, wondering how this could’ve happened when she’d always been so careful about her birth control in the past.

“I swapped them out for fertility drugs a few months ago,” she’d admitted, pulling him into her warm embrace. “I know it’s wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself. Don't you get it Terry? I needed to get pregnant. I need to be like all those other women, their bodies constantly growing fat and heavy as they carry their man’s offspring swells in their bellies. My body was literally made for this, and you’re going to be such a good daddy, Terry, I just know it!”

He should’ve been furious at this betrayal, furious that his wife had taken such drastic action without his knowledge or consent. Instead he merely groaned, feeling his cock pulse as her words washed over him, filling her warm snatch with another helping of his sticky white seed. Amy had always about his lust for pregnant women, and had probably figured he wouldn’t be able to resist the allure of turning his young wife into his willing broodmare, not with their first baby already on the way. 

She’d been right of course, and as the months rolled by, Terry found that he couldn’t get enough of his wife’s growing curves. Amy had never been what you’d call slim, but as her breasts filled with milk and her already-generous ass widened into a pair of enormous breeding hips, Terry found he couldn’t keep his hands off her. All that extra baby weight was turning her into a fertility goddess, and those thick maternal curves eventually stretched out her clothes to the point she gave up on wearing them entirely.

But Terry wasn’t the only one enthralled by her gravid figure. Amy seemed to revel in her body’s transformation from young, ambitious photographer to a slow, waddling baby factory even more than her husband. She quit her job almost immediately upon confirming she was pregnant, tossing her dreams of becoming a famous wildlife photographer aside in favor of focusing on a newer, even more majestic subject. Herself.

Amy began to document every new pound gained, every new curve earned, with an almost obsessive dedication, eventually opening an Pornhub account to make some money and share her fascination with her growing body with the world. Soon she was pulling in more money than both of them previously had combined, using her knowledge of lighting and shot composition to attract thousands of hungry men eager to watch her fat ass get pounded by her husband like the good pregnant slut she was.

They’d quickly made enough to purchase a house that should be large enough to provide Amy with her own studio and support their growing family, at least for the moment. His wife had made it clear that she expected Terry to keep her constantly pregnant for at least the next couple decades, and with the amount of fertility drugs she insisted on taking, he had to wonder if she was aiming for the world record. She’d seemed quite disappointed to discover she was only pregnant with a single child, assuring him multiple times that she’d do better with her next pregnancy. 

Now, as Terry abandoned the pretense of helping Amy prepare her studio for their upcoming birthing stream and slammed her soft, jiggling body up against the wall, he couldn’t help but think back to that aspiring young wildlife photographer who’d taken a job at the mall. That woman probably would’ve been disgusted to know how readily she’d tossed aside her lifelong dream in favor of squeezing out a horde of children from between those trembling thighs. However, as Terry listened to his wife's enthusiastic squeals, he found it hard to feel too bad for her.

In his eyes, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did now, with her thick, motherly body shuddering as she squirted all over their recently scrubbed floor. She was happy here and he was honored to serve as the stud behind one of the internet’s fastest growing pregnant porn stars.

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Melanie stumbled into the kitchen to grab the cup of cold brew coffee she needed to survive another fourteen-hour shift, only to find the pitcher empty. Carl must’ve finished it off the night before while working down in his lab and neglected to prepare another, the selfish bastard.

Melanie felt like screaming, but she knew it hadn't been a malicious act on her husband’s part. The rest of the world just seemed to fade away when he was working away down there. That passion was part of why she'd fallen for him, but when the university’s grant money dried up and he'd still refused to abandon his research, it'd resulted in him spending the last three years unemployed. Without Carl's income, Melanie had needed to start working overtime at the bank just to keep the bills paid. With all she was doing on his behalf, the least her husband could do was make sure he refilled the coffee pitcher after taking the last cup!

With coffee off the table, Melanie began to search the fridge for an alternative. Right next to the empty pitcher was what looked like a small bottle of milk, with the post-it note attached to it that read: “Carl’s - DO NOT TOUCH!”. Melanie ripped the note off and downed the entire bottle in one go. If her husband was going to steal her drinks, then it was only fair that she return the favor.

It wasn't until Melanie finished scarfing down a piece of toast and was reaching for her keys that she noticed something...wrong happening inside her. The room was getting warmer by the second, and her clothes were feeling tighter, more constrictive than they’d ever had before. A heavy fog was settled over Melanie's mind, her thoughts slowing to a crawl as she stumbled back against the counter. She knew this couldn't be normal, that her priority needed to be finding a doctor, and quick, but her body just felt so damn hot. 

Melanie ripped off her top, groaning at the glorious sensation of release as she unlatched her bra and felt the AC's cool breeze blowing over her bare breasts. Breasts that seemed to have grown nearly two cup sizes since she pulled that shirt on less than an hour ago. She just stared, awestruck, as they continued to swell before her eyes. It should’ve been terrifying, but the erotic display was making it harder and harder for Melanie to think, and she could feel her nipples stiffening even as they doubled in size. Soon, she was sporting a pair of tits as big as her head, and their unfamiliar weight caused her to slump down to the kitchen floor. 

Melanie could feel a strange pressure building in her expanding chest, and thought she could make out pale beads forming on the tips of her rock-hard nipples. Her trembling hands reached out as if on autopilot, gently cupping her areola before giving them a cautious squeeze. She gasped when thick streams of milk shot out and splattered onto the floor around her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. It felt so good, so natural, that Melanie simply let herself bask in the pleasure of a good milking, her moans growing louder and more insistent with each repetition as her worries slowly faded away.

She heard someone clomping up the stairs, and a moment later Carl was bursting into the kitchen. He took one look at his wife, slumping against the counter in a puddle of her own breastmilk, and froze. Then he broke into a huge grin, pumping his fist in the air and letting off a cheer louder than anything she’d ever heard from him before.

“I knew it!” he laughed, crouching down to give Melanie’s tits a gentle squeeze before reaching down to unbutton her jeans. “I told them there was a faster way to create hucows! They said it was impossible to induce physical changes so quickly, but just look at you Melanie! You’re growing faster than my wildest projections!" He reached up to pat the cute little muffintop she was growing. "Better get these jeans off fast though, before your hips get too big and we have to cut them off.”

Melanie nearly came just from the feeling of him stripping the last of her clothes away, but the part of her that was still lucid managed to stammer out a few words. “Wha…What’s h-happening to me? My b-body...it's getting so big and milky, and…and…oh God, and I need someone to fuck me! I need someone to knock me up! Why am I feeling this Carl? W-Why do I suddenly want a baby so bad?!”

Her husband grimaced, the first crack in his excitement since he’d discovered her, “Yeah, sorry about that. I thought putting a note on it would be enough to stop you from drinking my formula by accident, but I guess that was optimistic. Regardless, there’s no stopping it now. You’re turning into a hucow Melanie, and at the current rate of progression you likely only have a few more minutes before turn into a brainless piece of livestock, fit only for milking and mating. The farms like to keep their cattle constantly pregnant and producing, so I designed that drug to suit their needs.”

“A c-cow?” Melanie whimpered, legs spreading on instinct as her master’s cock approached. “But still gonna take care of me right? Even as a cow?” 

“I guess I’ll have to. I can't just abandon you in this state,” he groaned, sliding into Melanie’s pussy and filling her with her beloved master’s warmth. “It’s a shame you won't be able to attend any of the parties I'll be going to now that I’m going to be rich and famous, especially after all that effort you put in supporting me, but I can’t very well show up with some braindead hucow as my plus one now can I? I’d be a laughing stock!”

Carl shook his head as he continued to rail her. “No. No, I'll need to find a new woman to be my wife. Maybe even a famous actress or a supermodel with all the money I’ll be raking in. Oh, but don’t you worry Melanie. I’ll make sure whoever I marry next is ok with keeping you as a pregnant pet. Trust me, you’re gonna love life as our personal milk dispenser, and all those brats you’ll be pumping out will eventually make for great servants in the mansion we'll be moving into!”

Melanie was barely even paying attention to his words by this point. Every time that cock hammer against the door to her womb she could feel another milky geyser erupting from her fat udders, and another sliver of her intellect disappearing forever. She didn’t mind though, not after Carl promised to keep her as his pet. Her master was so smart, so kind, and Melanie was more than happy to do whatever he told her to so long as he kept her filled with milk and babies. She opened her mouth, wanting to thank him for his generosity, but couldn’t quite remember how to form words. Melanie settled for a long “Mooooooooo” instead, feeling the cock inside her begin to throb, preparing to bless her womb with his potent seed.

“Forgot how to speak already? Guess your transformation into a cow’s complete then,” Carl panted, voice straining as he redoubled his pace. “So how about it Melanie? Would you like me to finish putting a baby in your belly before I head out to patent my new formula?”

He didn't wait for a reply, and Melanie could already feel the first spurts of his hot spunk splashing into her fertile pussy as she mooed her approval, coating the kitchen floor in milk and pussy juice as she was suddenly hit by the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Melanie made a promise to herself right then and there that she'd spend the rest of life serving as the best and most productive breeding cow she could be. 

A man as wonderful as her master deserved no less! 

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Felicia let out a cry of pure joy as she saw (and more importantly felt) the milk spraying out from her tender nipples.

Now that her milk had come in, Felicia would finally be recognized as a full-fledged hucow like all the rest of the broodmares she shared a bedroom with! No more waiting behind as her master led the other cows over to the barn for their daily milking! No more suffering the condescending smiles of her fellow broodmares as they nursed her master’s progeny from their swollen, leaking udders! She could finally take her rightful place as the farm’s newest dairy cow!

Felicia pranced down the staircase towards and made for the kitchen, her heart seeming like it might just burst with joy as everything from her widening hips to the gentle curve of her belly bounced along with her steps. She found her master reading a newspaper at the table, a steaming cup of black coffee sitting forgotten next to his free hand. Brimming with pride, Felicia strutted over to the table and bent over, squeezing a trickle of breastmilk into her master's cup and grinning up at him as the coffee turned from black to a cloudy brown. 

Her master responded with a grin of his own. “Well now, ain't this a nice surprise,” he chuckled, giving her round belly an affectionate pat. “I wasn’t expecting your milk to come in for another few months, but I guess you're just full o' surprises. Well how bout it then Felicia, would you like to go see your new pen?” 

Felicia replied with a happy moo, body practically quivering with excitement. The first lesson her master had taught her was that hucows aren’t allowed to use human speech outside of an emergency. This restriction didn’t bother her, as over the past few months at the farm, Felicia had come to understand that these simpleminded moos were a far more efficient method of communicating with her master and equally simpleminded sisters. Mooing was quick, easy, and required little thought, making it the perfect language for dimwitted livestock like her, who only had their teeny-tiny, hucow brains to work with. Brains so defective, that Felicia had already forgotten practically everything about her life before the farm.

Her master had told her this was normal. “Hucow brains just ain’t built for thinking,” he’d said when she’d asked him where she came from. “They leak memories nearly as fast as their udders leak milk, so I can’t say I’m surprised you don’t remember. But then, seeing as you’ll be spending the rest of your life as a pregnant milk dispenser, it probably don’t matter all that much anyway now does it?”

Felicia had simply nodded her head in agreement, his words making perfect sense, but she'd refrained from telling him about the strange memories that occasionally slipped in during her daydreams. Most of them centered around a woman who looked a lot like her, a reporter who’d apparently been writing an article about a series of women who'd gone missing in their sleepy, mountain town, but that couldn’t possibly be her. The woman in those memories wore human clothes, spoke human words, and tried to threaten her master! And the notion that Felicia was capable of ‘writing’ anything was preposterous! She couldn’t even read!

Not all of Felicia's memories were so confusing however. She quite liked the ones where her master forced her doppelganger to the ground and jabbed her with a syringe. Just thinking about that feisty reporter looking into a mirror, watching the last spark of her incredible intellect fade away as an unexpected creampie seals her fate, was enough to get Felicia's pregnant pussy leaking like sieve. Despite the inconsistencies, she had to admit that the expression of bliss that spread across her doppelganger's face as the man's warm cum flooded into her eager pussy was too far too similar to Felicia's own to be a coincidence. Maybe she had a twin sister that she'd forgotten about? That would be fun.

Back in the present, Felicia’s master had fetched her leash and was busy fastening it around her neck. After slipping a finger under the collar to ensure it wasn’t too tight, her master reached down and gave her ass a hard slap, urging her towards the front door. Felicia stepped outside, enjoying the warm sunlight and cool breeze on her as she was marched up to the huge red-and-white doors of her master’s barn.

The muffled moaning coming from inside quickly resolved into a deafening chorus of feminine pleasure as he forced the door open. Within were six women in six separate stalls, all of them in various stages of pregnancy, and all squealing like sows in heat as a nearby machine pumped seemingly never ending streams of milk from their swollen udders. Felicia thought they looked positively gorgeous leaning back against the wall, thighs quivering from continuous orgasms as a river of feminine juices soaked through the hay cushioning their fat asses. When they all turned to grace her with a warm smile, officially welcoming her as the newest member of their herd, Felicia felt like her heart might just explode with joy.

She couldn’t stop grinning as her master led her to a neighboring stall, clipping her leash to a metal ring on the wall before starting to fasten a pair of small plastic cups around her damp nipples. The milking machine in Felicia’s stall looked positively tiny next to those of the other cows, which just hinted at just how much bigger she was eventually going to get. While her breasts were by no means small when compared to the average human female, the watermelon-sized milk tanks sported by her fellow hucows made them seem like mosquito bites. Now that she’d started producing, Felicia would be put on supplements to help her breasts develop into a proper pair of bovine udders. But even with the supplements, it’d still take another couple pregnancies for her to catch up to her peers. 

Felicia moaned as the machine hummed to life, trickles of milk spurting into the cups before disappearing down a tube leading to a storage large tank at the back of the barn. The steady pressure of the cups did a far better job than her clumsy fingers ever could, so she simply basked in the pleasure as the machine slowly drained them of their bounty. It felt so good that Felicia barely noticed as her master laid her down on her side, lifted her leg into the air and positioned his cock against her waiting slit.

A single thrust was all it took to make Felicia cum. Her milk gushed out with greater force, the orgasm triggering a temporary increase in production. It was a trait common to all hucows, but seeing it happen to her was enough to send Felicia hurtling headfirst into her another orgasm. This was it. This was where Felicia belonged! No more lonely days, and no more bottling duty! She was part of the herd now, and she was going to make plenty of milk for her master to sell to his special friends!

Her master’s cock began to throb, his warmth flooding into her, and as Felicia let out a satisfied purr, she glanced around the room to find the other hucows staring enviously at them. There was no anger in theirs eyes, merely a deep longing to be the next one to receive their master’s attention.

This was no surprise to them. Her master always said that “A happy cow is a productive cow,” her master was fond of saying, "And everyone knows hucows are happiest with a cock between their legs and a baby in their belly. That's why I need to make sure you lot remain well-fucked during our milking sessions."

Luckily, seeing as it was Felicia’s first time, she’d likely be getting the bulk of their master’s attention today, and probably the next few as well as she was eased into the full milking regimen. That was fine with her though. The rest of them would just have to wait their turn.

Felicia let out a long, low moo, shuddering as another wave of ecstasy washed through her body, and was surprised to find her thoughts drifting back to the human reporter from her memories. She still had no idea if that woman had even been real, but if Felicia DID have an evil twin running around out there, she hoped that girl wised up quickly and found a nice young man to knock her up. Thinking too much was dangerous for a woman. And besides, a happy and productive broodmare is of far more use to the world than any boring old investigator could ever hope to be!

[happilybredbellies]

Stella screamed, still unwilling to accept the reality of what was happening to her.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, sitting in this high-end bathtub while her boss’ baby slowly forced its way out from between her legs. Stella couldn't be a mother! Hell, she wasn’t even a woman, despite what her wide hips, big belly, and lactating breasts might lead you to believe.

A year ago, Stanley was working as a manager at a massive tech company, and had been working his way up the corporate ladder with astounding speed. In fact, he'd just landed a promotion to the company’s all-male board! One that included a big office, a bigger pay raise, and most importantly, his own personal aide. 

There was a reason that last bit had been so enticing. Regardless of what the actual job description stated, everyone at the company knew that ‘personal aides’ were, in truth, little more than C-suite cock warmers. The women hired for these positions were typically dumb, pretty, and, if their constantly swelling bellies were any indication, perfectly happy to let their bosses fuck their fertile pussies without protection.

So naturally, when Stanley had walked into his office to find his gorgeous new aide already waiting beside his desk, he’d immediately closed the distance to give her heart-shaped butt a good squeeze. Unfortunately for his aide, she seemed to have completely misunderstood the nature of the role she’d been hired to fulfill. Unfortunately for Stanley, she’d also been a witch. 

His 'aide' had quickly pried his hands away, nearly dislocating his wrist as he yelled, “What do you think you’re doing? Let go you stupid bitch! Aides like you are here to take cock and follow orders, didn’t you get the memo!”

“Yeeeeah…No, that ain’t gonna happen,” she chuckled, "But seeing as you think so little of your ‘aides’, it’ll be interesting to see just how quickly you adapt to living as one yourself. Enjoy your new job boss!”

The woman snapped her fingers and the world flashed white. A second later Stanley opened his eyes to find himself still in his office, though his aide was nowhere to be seen. He made for the door, expecting to see his aide dashing towards the elevator, only to find himself tumbling to his knees thanks to the pair of six-inch heels that’d magically appeared on his feet. As he'd looked down to see the frilly white shirt, tiny pencil skirt, and thin black stockings now covering his legs, Stanley soon realized that his outfit was the least of his problems.

He let out a high-pitched scream while reaching down to confirm that he was now a she. His manhood had disappeared just as he'd feared, replaced by a slit that was already growing damp as he fumbled at his crotch in a panic. His new breasts were weighed heavily on his chest, their sensitive nipples already hard from rubbing up against his bra and forming obvious tents in the thin fabric.

This couldn't be happening. Stanley was a member of the board! One of the most powerful people in the company, not some vapid, cock-starved aide who couldn't balance a spreadsheet to save her life! This was all wrong. He needed to find the woman who’d done this to him and—

The door creaked open and Stanley's head swiveled to face it, hoping to see his former aide returning to take pity on him. Instead, he saw Craig, the douchebag he’d been competing with for his recent promotion, stroll into the office with a lecherous grin on his face. The man had wasted no time in walking over to grope at Stanley’s new curves, and while Stanley tried to squeak out words of protest as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through him at Craig’s touch, the words that slipped out was instead a sultry, “Is my body to your liking, sir?”.

The Harvard-educated jackass barked out a laugh, “Hard to tell without breaking you in first. It’s Stella, right? How bout you bend this pretty ass of yours over my desk so I can get a good look at your…credentials.”

Stanley tried to protest. He tried to tell his rival to go fuck himself, that he was a MAN, not some boardroom breeding slut! It didn’t matter. His body moved on its own, his mouth letting out a girlish giggle as he made a show of bending over and lifting his skirt millimeter-by-millimeter, swaying her hips in invitation. Like it or not, Stanley was trapped in the body of Craig's 'aide', the witch’s magic forcing Stanley to act exactly like the sex-crazed secretaries he’d always lusted after, obedient, eager to please, and desperate for a good dicking.

Stella ended up spending most of that first day bent over Craig's desk, her mind awash with the unfamiliar pleasure of a female orgasm, listening as her new voice begged him to cum inside her. Feeling all of that warm cum flooding into her fertile pussy, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she had Craig child occupying in her newly created womb, it broke something inside of her. It left her unable to truly think of herself as a man anymore, and as the months rolled by and she watched her belly grow bigger and bigger, Stella found it easier and easier to slip into her new role as Craig’s submissive cumdump.

It wasn't long before the act of being pushed up against the window, leaving her breastmilk to dribble down the glass as the entire pane rattled with the force of his thrusts, had become as natural as breathing. She’d tell herself she was just waiting for a chance to reverse this, that this wasn't who she really was, all while fingering herself from one climax after another at the notion of spending the rest of her life trapped as Craig’s slutty secretary.

Now, after nine months of deluding herself that it wouldn’t happen, Stella was sitting in his bathtub with her legs spread wide, screaming from the pain of squeezing her firstborn child out from between a pair of trembling thighs. Craig had been disappointed to have their morning fuck interrupted by Stella's water breaking, and was now busy getting dressed for work, completely unconcerned by the fact that he was about to become a father. He bent down to give Stella's arm a brief squeeze, and assured her that this first birth would be a good training for the many, many pregnancies in her future. Then he’d left to attend a board meeting, leaving Stella to give birth in his penthouse with only his live-in housekeeper for company.

The young Latina girl patted her on the shoulder, babbling anxiously in Spanish as she watched Stella’s labor progress with wide-eyed astonishment. The girl was likely an illegal immigrant who’d gotten in way over her head, and from the way her hands kept dropping to her own burgeoning baby bump, Stella could tell she was thinking about how she’d fare once her turn rolled around. In fact, with Stella and Craig at the office during most days, it was probably this housekeeper who'd be handling most of the childrearing duties for their combined brood.

Stella let out another scream, feeling the baby's head spreading her pussy apart as it started to crown. She looked down, seeing that tiny head poking out between her legs, and felt the last shreds of her resistance finally collapse.

There was no going back, not now that Stella was about to become a mom. The rest of her professional life would be spent ‘working’ as Craig’s pregnant pet. Nothing more than a sexy MILF who brought him coffee while waddling around the office, belly constantly swelling with more of his bastard offspring. She tried to feel bad about that, but after so many months spent cumming herself silly atop her boss’ fat cock it hard to imagine living any other way. 

Thanks to that witch, Stella was now no better than any of the other aides she’d once lusted after. She was a slut, happy to spread her legs for a smart, successful boss who’d keep her pumping out children for years to come. While that'd once been a frightening prospect, as the baby finally slid free and Stella's body shuddered under another glorious climax, she found she couldn't imagine wanting to be anything else.

[happilybredbellies]

Harry Winters never intended for things to turn out the way they did. Hell, it hadn’t even been him who brought up the notion of hiring a nanny in the first place. That’d been his wife’s idea.

The topic of children had always been a sticking point in their relationship. Harry had always dreamed about having a large family, like to the one he’d grown up in. His wife meanwhile, had always been more interested in hitting her career goals than raising children. Even when she finally agreed to have a child after years of putting it off, she ended up treating pregnancy like an obligation rather than a joyous occasion. 

Harry had hoped that holding their newborn son would end up triggering her maternal instincts, but if his wife possessed any such instincts, she apparently kept them buried deep inside. It was barely a week after getting back from the hospital that Harry started hearing complaints about how she was stuck sitting around while work piled up, and how it'd be so much easier to hire a nanny to take care of all this pesky child rearing business.

Harry, already exhausted from the demands of a newborn and his own full-time job, had been too tired to argue and ultimately agreed. He knew she loved their son in her own way, and he knew she hated the idea of ending up as some domestic housewife. She loved her job, and if a nanny helps her a achieve a better work-life balance it'd probably be to everyone's benefit.

It was Harry’s mother that suggested Tammy, an old neighbor of theirs, for the role. Being her senior by nearly a decade, Harry had never been that close with Tammy. He’d always thought she was a nice kid, if a bit weird. She loved playing house with him whenever her parents asked him to watch over her, and while it had gotten kinda weird the older Tammy got, he'd always found it to be kind of cute. However, much like his other hometown friends, they’d fallen out of touch after Harry left for college, and he hadn’t seen her around since moving back to the neighborhood with his pregnant wife.

When Tammy showed up for her first day Harry had to take a moment to get over his shock. Gone was the gangly teen from his memories, replaced by a woman whose figure and curves reminded Harry of the horny coeds that would show up to his old frat parties. Thankfully his wife had already left for the day, saving Harry from having to come up with an explanation for the way his eyes lingered on Tammy’s plunging neckline and tight-fitting booty shorts as he showed her around the house before leaving for work himself.

With his wife preferring to work late, Harry wasn’t surprised to discover he was the first one home. What DID surprise him was opening the door to the nursery to find Tammy with her top off, making soft cooing noises at the baby sucking on her dry nipple as she rocked him gently from side to side.

That sight left Harry dumbstruck. He’d simply stood there, frozen, staring at her in silence as he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter, until Tammy finally noticed him watching her from the doorway. She’d made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself as she rushed to close the door, leaving Harry to start apologizing profusely from the hallway. Thankfully she hadn’t appeared too upset at being seen half naked, letting him off with a playful punch to the shoulder and a reminder to knock next time. The ride home had still been awkward though, and having to ignore stiff nipples poking out from that paper-thin shirt of hers the entire time hadn’t made things any easier.

Things only escalated from there. The next day, Harry came back home to the sound of muffled moans coming from the nursery. After approaching the door and finding it slightly ajar, he peered through the crack to see Tammy leaning over the crib with one hand buried between her thighs. He was just about to announce his presence, when he heard Tammy call his name.

“Do it Harry,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as her finger's movements took on a sense of desperation. “Shove that big fat cock deep inside this naughty nanny and pump me full of cum!”

Hearing that changed Harry’s mind. Instead of speaking up, he opted to stumble back down the stairs and over to the kitchen table. Seeing his childhood acquaintance fingering herself while daydreaming about him was clearly a problem, but one he wasn’t quite sure how to solve. In the end he’d simply decided to wait, browsing on his phone until a particularly high-pitched squeal announced the end of Tammy’s ‘activities’. He thought he saw a strange look on her face when she came downstairs a few minutes later, but those thoughts melted away as she laid a slightly-damp hand onto his shoulder and whispered “I’m ready to go Mr. Winters…” into his ear. The memory of her touch made the ride back to her place even more awkward than the day before.

Harry was already rock-hard when he opened the door on the third day, and while he knew it was completely inappropriate, he just couldn’t stop himself from creeping up the stairs to see what Tammy was up to this time. Whatever he’d been expecting to find, it certainly hadn’t been Tammy sitting naked atop his son’s child-sized bed, legs spread wide and staring straight at him through the crack in the door.

“What are you doing out there in the hall Mr. Winters?” she purred, “Don’t you think it’d be more fun in here, with me? And don’t you deserve to enjoy yourself after working so hard to provide for your growing family.”

“This…this isn’t right Tammy,” Harry replied, still stumbling towards her despite his protests. “I-I can’t just… I have a wife Tammy…”

“Wife?” she laughed, “That bitch cares about her work more than her own husband and child. I mean, when was the last time you had sex? Five months ago? Six?” 

“W-What? How do you—”

“Oh my sweet, adorable Harry,” she replied, already reaching out to unbuckle his belt. “We’re destined to be together, can't you see that? I’ve known it since we played together as kids, so of course I've been keeping tabs on how that miserable skank has been treating you. In fact, I’ve been watching everything you two have been doing since you moved back into the neighborhood”

“T-That’s not… This is crazy Tammy!” Harry groaned, though he made no move to stop her as she continued to guide his erect cock towards her waiting slit.

“Crazy? What’s crazy is having a wife that spends more time at the office than with her family. What’s crazy is marrying a woman that barely tolerates children when what you need is a woman that will give you huge family.” A grin split her face as Harry cock twitched against her dripping entrance. “See? Told you so. Did you think I wasn't paying attention while we were playing house for all those years? You always liked the make-believe stories with big families better. Now, how about you stop making excuses and fuck me already. Let me help you turn that dream of ours into a reality.”

Harry knew what he was doing was wrong, but by this point he was far too horny to care. He groaned, burying himself inside his childhood-friend-turned-stalker, and relished the moans she let slip as her warm walls clenched tightly around him. Soon they were fucking like rabbits, the child-sized bed leaving scrapes on the floor as it rocked back and forth. Harry let his guilt slip away, giving into his base desire to knock this baby-crazed sexpot of a stalker up as soon as he felt Tammy's legs wrapping around his waist, cutting off his last avenue of escape.

“Do it Harry! Fill me up!” Tammy urged, pulling him closer, deeper. “It isn't fair that you knocked up that despicable, man-stealing whore first! I get it, we all make mistakes, and I forgive you, but now it’s MY turn. I’m not leaving here without a bun in my oven Harry, so just fucking breed me already!”

Despite knowing it would likely be the single worst decision of his life, and the load he ended up dumping into Tammy’s twitching pussy was among the largest of Harrys life. As he collapsed on top of her, the overpowering lust already starting to fade, Harry found it was becoming difficult to summon much remorse for his actions. True, he definitely a piece be adulterous scum, but it was hard to care much when his mind inevitably drifted to images of Tammy waddling around their kitchen with a huge pregnant belly, apron damp from leaking breastmilk as she prepared dinner for their growing brood.

Having crossing that line, Harry knew there was no going back. They fell into a routine over the next few months, with him rushing home each day to give Tammy’s fertile pussy a good pounding before his wife stumbled in the door, already tired and ready for bed. The taboo made it all the more exciting, but it couldn't last. As soon as Tammy started to show, Harry found himself sitting across from his now ex-wife, sliding their divorce papers across the table while Tammy clung tightly to his arm, lips twisted into a smug grin as she pressed his free hand to her bulging belly.

Luckily, it wasn’t hard for Harry to get custody of his son with all the ‘evidence’ Tammy had been collecting regarding his ex-wife’s lack of parenting skills. She also didn’t appear to have any problems with raising another woman’s son, jumping at the chance to raise him into “a nice, dependable big brother for all the siblings I'll be giving him”.

Take was many months ago. Today Harry wasted no time in kicking off his pants the second he walked in the door, and making a beeline straight for Tammy. As expected, he found her waiting for him in the nursery, one thick brown nipples dripping beads of milk into his son’s crib as she hums a nursery rhyme and holds up a toy for the squirming infant. She didn’t turn upon hearing him enter. Instead she simply yanked her pants down, giving Harry a great view of her bare pussy as she began to shake those round, childbearing hips in invitation.

“Welcome back dear,” she purred, giving him a sultry smile as she felt him slip inside her while reaching around to cradle her swollen belly. “I’m sooooo glad you’re back. Our baby hasn’t stopped kicking and all that stimulation’s been driving your poor, sweet wife absolutely wild. I’ve got dinner ready, but before we sit down to eat Mommy's going to need you to give her the nice hard dicking she’s been craving all day. Got it?”

He didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. The *slap-slap-slap* of colliding flesh echoing off the nursery walls was answer enough. 

Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew Tammy was batshit crazy, that she had no real plan as to how they could afford the dozens of children this 'House' fantasy of hers entailed with his pitiful salary. He just didn’t care. There’d no doubt come a day where he’d be forced to reckon with the choices he’d made, but until that day came he was happy to go along with his wife’s desire to become her childhood crushes domesticated baby factory, no matter the cost.

[happilybredbellies]

“Alright kiddos,” the substitute teacher said as he kicked back in his chair, “The school still hasn’t found a replacement for Ms. Baker, so how about you open your textbooks and read chapters…” he glanced down at the index, “Ah who cares, let’s say fifteen through twenty.”

Jacob, like most others in his class, paid the substitute’s directive little mind. However, while his classmates took the opportunity to nap, play games, or gossip about the latest school drama, Jacob opted to pull out his phone and open the video ‘Ms. Baker’ had sent him earlier that morning.

Barely a year ago, Margaret Baker had been one of the biggest pains in Jacob’s ass. This’d been her first teaching gig, and from her first day in class the twenty-something schoolteacher had seemed hell-bent on making sure her students reached their full academic potential. As the school’s most infamous drug dealer, and a student that’d been held back 3 years in a row, Jacob had naturally found himself in her crosshairs. Margaret hadn’t been shy about expressing her dislike of him either, constantly accusing him of ‘corrupting his fellow students’ and ‘endangering their futures to make a quick buck’ while trying everything she could think of to get him expelled.

After the traditional methods failed to produce the results she wanted, Margaret had apparently decided to take a more proactive approach, which involved tailing Jacob outside of school in hopes of recording one of his drug deals on video for evidence. Having vastly overestimated her ability to stay hidden, the young teacher soon found herself tied up and at Jacob's mercy after following him into a dimly lit alley, though it hadn't seemed to affect that self-righteous attitude of hers. Margaret just kept on insulting him right up until the moment he’d forced a rag coated in a new, designer bimbofication drug up against her mouth.

Even now, months later, Jacob could still clearly recall the look on her face as it took effect, progressing rapidly from shocked indignation to horrified realization as she felt all her morals and inhibitions beginning to melt away, until finally becoming a mask of pure, sexual need. In fact, it was the sight of this uptight schoolteacher pawing desperately at his crotch that inspired Jacob to mold the insufferable Ms. Baker into a subservient cocksleeve in the first place.

Luckily, with all those drugs coursing through her system, it hadn’t been too hard for Jacob to make that dream a reality. Its aphrodisiac properties were simply far too potent for the average human brain to handle, resulting in a permanent drop in IQ whenever the user climaxed. Jacob had wasted no time in getting to work, and by the time the drug finally wore off, all that attention had transformed the overbearing schoolteacher into a cock-addled slut who'd find counting past ten a significant hurdle. 

The following day Margaret had shown up to class with a skirt so short and a top so tight that she was raising eyebrows the second she stepped into the building. And that was before she spent their entire lesson talking about how much she loved getting fucked raw, encouraging her female students to try and find a boy with a nice fat cock to devote their lives, and wombs, to. The old, responsible Ms. Baker, the one who used to stay late to help them with their homework, was gone, replaced by a vapid slut who happily embraced the idea that a woman's life should revolve around pleasing their man and giving birth to as many babies as possible.

This drastic change in behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed by the school, and she'd ended up getting fired after other members of the staff stumbled upon her and Jacob fucking like rabbits in a broom closet between classes. Poor little Maggie (who'd abandoned the name Margaret for being "Like, waaaay too complicated") had been quite distraught by this development, but she’d brightened up once Jacob offered to take her in as a live-in sex pet, promising her a life of constant pleasurein exchange for tending to his house and bearing his children.

Thankfully it only took a few weeks for Maggie to settle into her new role, much to Jacob’s delight. Nothing boosted a man’s spirits quite like coming home to find your pregnant pet humming happily in front of the stove as she caresses the growing bulge in her belly that marks her as your property.

Now, as Jacob pressed play on the video almost a full year later, he’s greeted by the sight of his former teacher beaming into the camera as her thick, motherly curves threatened to burst free of the tiny bikini she’d squeezed them into. The music picked up as Maggie began to dance, swaying her heavily pregnant body in such a way that everything from her swollen tits to her baby-filled belly jiggled with her movements, just the way Jacob liked. 

He was honestly so proud of how far Maggie had come from the uptight, prude who’d nagged him to stop selling drugs. Now she even helped him out on occasion, tempting her former students with the opportunity to plow her fat ass if they made a particularly large purchase. The submissive little slut loved using her body to make men happy, and while Jacob knew she’d need to take some time off soon with the baby’s due date coming up, he already had plans to add an ‘open tap’ policy once her milk finally came in to drive even more business.

Maggie had simply giggled upon hearing his idea. “Omigod you're, like, soooooo smart honey! Having a bunch of my old students suckling from my big fat titties sounds suuuuuuuuper hot. I can't wait to start!”

As the video continued to play, Jacob watched as Maggie’s tongue lolled out from her vapid, open-mouthed grin like some braindead sex doll, his cock growing painfully hard at the sight of that bouncing belly. Soon he was rising up from his seat, ignoring the half-hearted protests of the substitute as he left the classroom behind in favor of rushing home to give his cock-starved baby mama the dicking she was so clearly begging for.

Besides, he didn't really need school. He had a personal tutor right at home, and Maggie’s hands-on lessons regarding human reproduction were far more engaging than anything he’d find in some dusty, old textbook. In fact, Jacob was so passionate about the subject matter, that he fully intended on keeping his braindead broodmare knocked up for the next few decades. 

Thinking of it like that, Jacob had to admit that Maggie might actually be a better teacher than he’d given her credit for...

[happilybredbellies]

Susan did her best not to gape at the scene unfolding just outside her rolled-down window as her taxi rolled down the crowded boulevard. 

Up until a few years ago, Happy Valley had been just another small town, the sort of place you’d find anywhere in rural America. That was before a large pharmaceutical factory set up shop nearby, promising well-paying jobs for its residents. Surprisingly, they’d actually delivered on that promise, but the rare instance a corporation actually following through on its promises hadn’t been what drew Susan’s attention. Rather, it was the massive population explosion that followed, one big enough to change this small town into the largest welfare recipient in the country practically overnight, that had really caught her eye.

The more Susan investigated, the stranger things got. The mayor, one Betsy Smith, was an outspoken feminist who championed pro-choice views and campaigned on easier access to contraceptives. Not the kind of woman Susan expected to start telling people to have more children than they could afford. Even stranger, she could barely find any references to the mayor in recent years. She still held the post according to official government records, but the fact that her retreat from the public eye had lined up so nicely with the opening of the nearby factory was pretty suspicious. Susan had been pestering her boss for months to let her do an exposé on Happy Valley, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the reality that awaited her.

Susan's car was practically surrounded by heavily pregnant women. Some pushed strollers while a horde of older children trailing behind. Others waddled down the street as they clung tightly to their husbands arms, all of whom looked in better shape than most athlete’s Susan had seen. One woman in particular seemed to have dispensed with any sense of decorum and was being railed up against a nearby building in full view of everyone, her huge maternity dresses hiked up around her hips as her plump behind shook with the force of each thrust.

No wonder the population was exploding! Susan couldn’t see a single woman over the age of twenty who didn’t show signs of pregnancy, either from a bulge in their belly or a baby suckling from their breasts. The younger women weren’t much better, with most of them wearing tiny, tight-fitting outfits that emphasized their curves while they fawned over any man who passed by. As Susan’s car rolled past, she overheard a man in his early forties complimenting a high school girl on ‘having filled out nicely’ and going on to mention that he ‘was looking forward to breeding her once she came of age’. Instead of slapping him or giving him a swift kick to the groin, the girl simply blushed, as if she’d just heard her schoolyard crush call her ‘cute’.

Susan was so distracted by the strange madness gripping this town, that she failed to notice they’d arrived at the mayor’s office until her driver opened the door for her. Based on the invite she’d received, Susan had been expecting to meet with Betsy Smith herself, but when she walked into the mayor’s office she was surprised to find a man sitting behind the desk instead.

“Ah, you must be the reporter. Susan, right?” he asked, not bothering to get up from his large wooden desk. “Betsy, my darling wife, told me you’d be coming, but she’s a bit indisposed at the moment. I hope the trip down didn’t take too much out of you.” He pointed at the counter. “I’ve got some water if you’re feeling thirsty.”

“Thanks,” Susan replied, downing the entire glass in one shot. All that open-mouthed staring had left her pretty parched. “Now, can you please explain just what the hell is going on in this town? Why are so many of the women here pregnant?”

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said, looking genuinely confused. “Why is it a surprise for you that Happy Valley women are working hard at popping out babies? That’s literally what their bodies were made for.”

Susan squirmed in her seat, suddenly feeling a bit warm. “You can’t seriously be telling me that you think this is normal,” she said, wondering how a feminist firebrand like Betsy ended up marrying such a misogynistic pig. “Ever since the factory opened up your birth rates have skyrocketed. The women here are averaging 2-4 children a year!”

“Yeah, Happy Valley women are wonderfully fertile,” he said, flashing her a handsome smile as if like she’d just paid them a compliment. “We raise our girls right out here. No math or science, just lessons on how to be good ol’ fashioned American baby factories.”

“That’s not what I–,” she started to say, then paused. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. Can you please let me talk to Betsy? I’m sure the mayor will understand.”

The man shrugged, but instead of picking up the phone he simply beckoned Susan closer. Curious, she complied, sucking in a gasp as she walked around the desk to find Betsy Smith sitting underneath it, mouth stuffed full of her husband’s cock. With that gigantic pregnant belly and the two babies latched onto her teats, she seemed like a completely different woman to the mayoral candidate who’d run on a platform of safe sex and free contraceptives. Betsy barely seemed to notice Susan as she sucked her husband off with single-minded devotion, worshiping this backwater hick who’d somehow managed to turn her into the sort of ever-pregnant housewife she’d spent her political career trying to prevent.

“She’s come a long way,” he said, giving his wife an affectionate pat on the head. “Used to talk all sorts of nonsense about women’s rights when I first met her, but putting a baby in her belly put a quick end to that. She’s become much happier since accepting her place as Happy Valley breeding stock, though you’ll find her a lot less talkative than before.”

Susan didn’t know how to respond. Part of her was outraged at what she was seeing, horrified even, but another, rapidly growing part of her looked at Betsy’s vacant expression and the two milk-laden udders resting atop that swollen tummy and just thought ‘how lucky…’. Susan was so enthralled by the sight, that she didn’t notice the man walking up behind her until she felt a large hand clamp down on her shoulder. 

“Ah, Greg. Perfect timing.” Betsy’s husband said, “Susan here’s just arrived in town and will be needing a place to stay while she…finishes her work. Can I count on you to provide her with accommodations?”

“Sure thing boss,” Greg replied, gently guiding Susan towards the door. “Follow me Susie. Don't worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Susan knew something very, very wrong was happening here, but with her mind currently at war with itself she couldn’t bring herself to resist Greg’s instructions. Besides, that big hand of his felt pretty good on her shoulder. It made her feel at ease, perfectly content, and as they walked down the hall she could feel herself growing wet as she gazed up at that chiseled jawline. So enchanted was she by Greg’s sheer handsomeness, that Susan didn’t realize he’d led her into an empty sideroom until he started fumbling with the buttons to her skirt.

“W-What are you doing?” Susan asked, though she made no move to stop him.

“Knocking you up of course,” Greg replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “My house is only a couple blocks away, but we can’t have a woman your age walking around in public without a baby in her belly. Besides being illegal, it'll set a bad example for the children.”

Alarm bells rang out in Susan's head, but they were drowned out by the wave of uncontrollable lust that was quickly dominating her mind. She made no move to resist as Greg bent her over the desk, only giving off a tiny whimper as she felt his thick cock slide into her dripping entrance. Susan soon forgot all about her exposé and the strange mysteries of this small town, no longer caring one whit about her career as he began pumping a load of hot cum into her waiting womb. Instead, she heard herself start to beg Greg to put a bun in her oven, to turn her into another fat-bellied cow, just like the rest of the women that made up Happy Valley’s ever-growing herd.

By the time Greg finally led her outside, his fresh cum dribbling onto the sidewalk below with Susan’s every step, she was too preoccupied by thinking up baby names to even think of running.

9 years and 20 babies later…

Susan stared out the window, brushing anxiously at her hair as the weight of her latest pregnancy pressing against her thick, motherly thighs, and thought about how far she’d fallen. Only at times like this, with her husband and children out attending the large communal birthday parties that were so common in Happy Valley, could she feel a shadow of her old self peek through. 

Susan had learned enough over the years to understand she'd been doomed to a life of perpetual motherhood the second she’d accepted the glass of water from Betsy’s husband. The pharmaceutical company had been pumping the water supply full of growth and fertility drugs ever since the factory opened, all part of some secret government initiative to rectify the country’s declining birth rate. Her boss had been in on it too, suppressing coverage and finding ways to silence anyone who got too close to the truth, just like he’d done to her. 

She should’ve known. If Susan had just been a bit more clever, a bit more cautious, maybe she wouldn’t be here, waiting to squeeze out another batch of children for a husband that preferred she remain dumb, knocked up, and desperate for his touch. Now it was too late. The drugs had permanently altered Susan’s mind, to the point where the mere idea of going a full day without getting creampied by her husband felt like torture.

When a shadow filled the doorway, Susan couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she stood and turned to see Greg strolling towards her. The voices in her head began to recede, the sad thoughts smothered by the sight of him, the smell of him, as he wrapped those big arms around her. Everything was so much simpler when she had Greg around to tell her what to do and how to think. After a few moments she couldn’t even remember what she’d been anxious about, her mind having fully reverted to its natural state as his submissive, pregnant pet.

“Where’ve you been Susie?” he asked, pulling her close. “I was getting lonely out there, surrounded by all those hot young MILFs with my own wife nowhere in sight.”

“Sorry honey,” she replied, relishing the sensation of his manhood pressing against her belly. “I was feeling a bit lightheaded and needed to get out of the sun.” She reached down to stroke his cock. “But I’d be happy to make it up to you…”

Before Susan could go any further, she felt a sudden pressure followed by the sound of something splattering on the ground beneath her. Her water had broken, but after birthing so many of his babies the prospect of labor barely even phased her anymore. Susan simply shot her husband a smile that said “Sorry. Maybe next time?” and started stripping off her already threadbare clothes.

Greg let out a big sigh. “Don’t worry about it. Hell, it might be for the best since I just saw one of our daughters telling off one of the other boys. Watching her Mom push out a couple more siblings in the middle of her birthday party should help remind her of a woman’s place.”

Susan grunted her agreement, clinging tightly to his arm as he led her outside. Her husband was right. Of course he was right. As a man, he was naturally bigger, stronger, and smarter than any two Happy Valley broodmares put together! Her daughters needed to understand that reality if they ever hoped to grow into fat-bellied sluts like their mother, and If that required a practical demonstration, well, Susan was more than happy to oblige.

[happilybredbellies]

Bella had never really planned on getting pregnant and joining a harem. It just sort of…happened.

She’d spent years studying to be a pharmacist, and had just only started her first internship at a small, local pharmacy when the love of her life walked in the door, one arm draped around his visibly pregnant girlfriend. Bella hadn’t been able to stop staring. Not at the man, though he was quite handsome, but at the woman, whose vacuous smile and skin-tight dress combined to form the perfect picture of a happily bred bimbo.

“Hey there lovely,” the man had said, handing Bella a prescription note. “We’re here to pick up a prescription for some lactation supplements. Mind helping us out?”

“O-Of course. Just wait here a moment,” she’d stammered, somehow managing to tear her eyes away from the woman’s gravid body before ducking into the backroom. Bella couldn’t imagine why a woman with such huge, full breasts would require lactation supplements, but she’d just been grateful for the opportunity to take a deep breath and compose herself.

She’d returned with their medication a moment later and rung them up on the cash register. Then, just as Bella had been sliding it over to them, the woman laid one perfectly manicured hand on top of her own and said, “Say, have you ever thought about having kids?”

“W-What?” Bella squeaked, face flushing with heat.

“Oh sorry, was that rude?” the woman giggled. “You just look so cute, and I can't help but think about how adorable you’d be with a nice round belly. Take it from me, being pregnant is absolutely amazing. You get to wake up each morning a bit rounder and softer than you were the day before. Plus, all these new curves drive the boys absolutely crazy. My Harry just can’t seem to keep his hands off me ever since he knocked me up!” She rubbed both hands over her swollen belly while letting out another brainless giggle. “I can’t either come to think of it.”

Bella hadn’t known how to respond to this, so she’d been quite relieved when ‘Harry’ had stepped in to pull his girlfriend away. 

“Sorry about that. My little Tammy tends to have a one track mind when it comes to babies,” he’d said, glancing down at her nametag before flashing her a brilliant smile. “Thanks for the medication Bella. I hope to see you again when I come by for a refill next month.”

Bella had spent the rest of that day walking around in a haze, unable to get the memory of Harry and his pregnant girlfriend out of her head. Upon returning home, she’d spent the entire night with her trusty vibrator buried deep in her snatch as she imagined how she’d look in Tammy's shoes. Draped around Harry’s arm with a huge pregnant belly sticking out in front of her, showing everyone that she’d spread her legs and let him fill her fertile pussy with his potent seed. Despite knowing that getting pregnant at this point in her career would be an absolute disaster, Bella couldn’t help hesitating for a brief second the next morning before swallowing her birth control pill.

Unsure of when they’d show back up, Bella began taking extra shifts to increase the chances of meeting them. They’d shown up twice more in the following months, and Bella found herself squirming in place every time she saw Tammy waddle in beside her man, rounder and heavier than she’d been before. Their visits had quickly become the highlight of Bella’s life, so she’d been quite disappointed when, on the third visit, Harry had walked in to pick up their prescription alone.

“Tammy gave birth to our twins two weeks ago,” he’d explained. “She says thanks by the way. Before we got her on those boosters she’d been getting worried that she might not have enough milk for both me and the babies. Now she’s just worried about how long it’ll take for to stuff her belly full of the next batch.” Then he’d leaned forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Speaking of which, I was hoping you could do me a favor Bella. Any way you could hook us up with some fertility boosters? You know, just to help speed things up.”

What he was asking for was completely unethical, not to mention illegal. Bella would lose her job if anyone found out about it! But the sudden image of Harry suckling from Tammy’s fat tits, combined with the way her pussy throbbed whenever he called her by her first name, had Bella going “Of course Harry, whatever you want!” without a second thought.

“Splendid! Oh, and don’t think I expect you to do this for free.” He walked around the counter before Bella could react and stuck a hand down her pants, taking the opportunity to slip a finger into her dripping snatch. “You know, if you’ve got somewhere a bit more private, I’d be happy to show you just how much I appreciate all that you’re doing for us…”

By this point, Bella was panting too heavily to form proper words. She glanced around the store and, upon confirming they were alone, yanked Harry into the employee’s washroom. Soon after she was bent over the sink, wailing like a banshee as she felt the first spurts of Harry’s warm cum splashing against the entrance to her womb. Bella knew she was still safely on birth control, but as he withdrew, spanking her bare ass before leaving with a “Oh yes, you'll make for an amazing cumdump. See you next month Bella.” she found herself wishing she hadn't been.

That night she’d flushed her remaining birth control pills down the toilet, replacing them with some of the fertility drugs she’d stolen for Harry. A part of her knew this was absolutely crazy. The pharmacy kept a strict inventory and would notice any discrepancies in the missing pills. Stealing these drugs would very likely end her career before it even started, but all Bella could think about was how much she wanted to feel Harry’s babies growing inside of her, turning her into another fat, braindead to be shown off in public.

Her work soon became a distant afterthought, merely a place to while away the time as daydreamed about squeezing Harry’s baby out between her thighs as he suckled from her milk-stuffed teats. During his next two monthly visits Bella hadn't even bother to finish up with her current customers before dragging Harry into the bathroom and begging him to stuff her full of babies, just like he’d done to Tammy. They weren’t quiet, and whenever Bella emerged from the bathroom. stinking of sex with her clothes in disarray, she couldn’t help giggling at the slack-jawed expressions she saw on the customers still waiting in line.

There hadn’t been a third visit. Bella had been fired soon after when her boss finally found out about her workplace sexcapades and the drugs she’d been pocketing, though thankfully he hadn't pressed charges. She’d shown up on Harry’s doorstep the very next day, with a positive pregnancy test in one hand and the documents he’d need to take possession of all her financial assets in the other, and had never looked back.

That’d been four months ago, and now Bella stood admiring herself in the mirror, relishing how tightly her red dress clung to the huge belly containing the triplets now growing in her womb. She barely remembered her old life anymore, the past few months of perpetual pleasure by both Tammy and Harry's hands having fried most of the brains she’d once possessed. But whatever, being smart was overrated anyways. Bella and Tammy were much happier living as Harry’s breeding bitches, a pair of sexy MILFs that waddled alongside him wherever he went, their ever-growing tummies serving as a testament to his virility.

Unfortunately, due to Bella’s recent career change, they no longer had anyone to provide them with access to the lactation supplements and fertility boosters they craved so desperately. Neither Bella nor Tammy were all that worried about it though, as their ever-dependable Harry had assured them he had a plan to fix that.

About an hour later, all three of them were standing at the counter of a quaint little pharmacy, incredibly similar to the one Bella had once worked at. She giggled at the sight of the cute, mousy-haired pharmacist standing behind the counter. She was so innocent, completely unaware of the fact that she'd been chosen as the next of Harry's bimbo baby factories. Then she felt her owner's hand give her tender rump a good squeeze.

As they’d planned, Bella proudly stuck her swollen, milk-filled tits out for the wide-eyed young woman, distracting her as Harry handed over the note he’d forged on a stolen prescription pad. The woman was too distracted by the sight of Bella erect nipples poking out through the thin fabric to give it a second thought, and immediately scurried away to fill their order.

When she returned, Bella glanced down at the name tag pinned to her shirt. As she pushed the medication towards them, Bella reached out and gently placed one hand on her arm.

“So your name's Courtney? Omigosh that’s such a cute name! Say, have you ever thought about having kids?”

[happilybredbellies]

“I’ve been looking forward to this hiking trip for so long that, now that it's finally here, I can barely believe it,” Cameron said to his twin sister while shoving the last of his things into his suitcase. “God it’ll be nice to get away from Dad and his constant criticism, even if just for a month.” 

Their father had been acting much more domineering and abrasive towards his two children ever since their mother left, although Cameron felt like he got the worst of it. Emily’d always had a bigger backbone than him, which tended to mean she was able to handle his shitty attitude. In contrast, Cameron tended to sit still and take whatever abuse was hurled his way, which had only led his father to calling him a sissy in addition to his being a general disappointment.

“Hey, count yourself lucky,” Emily said from her spot on his bed. “At least you don’t have to deal with him constantly trying to cop a feel.”

“Ok, I’m calling bullshit on that. Dad’s an asshole, but even he’s not that big of a creep.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” she demanded angrily.

“No, but I am calling you a drama queen,” Cameron teased. “I mean sure, I'll believe Dad might’ve brushed a hand against your skinny ass by accident, but outright groping? Come on sis, he’s our father.”

Emily looked offended at first, but that quickly morphed into an impish smile. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a large glass bead filled with black smoke, holding it up for him to see. A second later she threw it on the ground, shattering the bead and giving them both a lungful of the foul-smelling gas contained within. 

The world seemed to fuzz, and when Cameron's vision returned, he found himself sitting on the bed and staring up at…himself? It didn’t make sense, at least not until he glanced down to see his sister’s petite, feminine frame rather than his own.

“Surprised?” Emily asked in his voice, “I bought this spell on a whim off some traveling witch. To be honest I half expected it to be a scam, but boy am I glad I was wrong.” She hefted Cameron’s suitcase and started towards the door. “Don’t worry, the magic will wear off after a month. Until then, I’ll be enjoying the trip you’ve been planning while you get to experience just how much of a creep Dad really is. Have fun dealing with his pervy hands, bro.”

Emily cackled as she stepped outside, leaving Cameron sitting on the bed, dumbstruck, as the vacation he’d waited so long for walked out the front door. This wasn’t fair! But then, thanks to his father, he was used to being treated unfairly.

Not seeing any way to reverse this, Cameron took the opportunity to carefully explore his new body instead. Being a woman wasn’t something he'd chosen, or was likely to experience again, but that didn't stop him from feeling a twinge of shame as he slid a finger down his shorts to probe at his new slit. It was more sensitive than he expected, much more sensitive, and as the first blot of pleasure shot up his spine he couldn't stop a tiny moan from escaping his lips.

“I should stop,” he thought, blushing furiously as she withdrew his finger, its tip already glistening with wetness. “This is my sister’s body. It's not right to be feeling her up like this, even if she is being a total bitch.”

Cameron nearly jumped out of his skin as the door suddenly banged open and his father barged into the room. Wiping his finger dry on the bed sheets, Cameron made sure to keep his eyes on the ground as his father glowered around the room and asked, “Where’s your brother.”

Not wanting to deal with the scorn that would no doubt be heaped upon him if his father found out about his current predicament, Cameron decided to play along, simply replying, “H-He’s already left for his hiking trip. He won’t be back for a month.”

“Huh, maybe some time roughing it outdoors will fix his pansy ass attitude, but I’m not holding my breath.” He smirked. “Still, it’ll be nice having him out of the house. Gives me more time to spend on my cute little daughter.”

Then, without warning, his father walked over and slipped a hand down Cameron’s shirt.

Cameron froze, completely blindsided by the casualness of his father’s sudden molestation. His sister had evidently been telling the truth, and now he was wondering what else might’ve been going on behind his back for all these years. What’s worse, his father’s rough hands actually felt surprisingly good as they brushed against his stiff nipples, so much so that Cameron couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from slipping out at his touch.

His outburst didn’t go unnoticed by his father, who frowned at the unexpected reaction. Unlike Cameron, his sister was a little spitfire, so his father had probably been expecting a slap or a kick in the nuts instead of his son's shy arousal. He sat down next to Cameron, tweaking his sensitive nipples with one hand as the other reached into his shorts to discover the sodden mess his pussy had become.

“Well now,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down Cameron’s spine. “Could it be that my baby girl's finally coming around to Daddy’s charms?”

His fingers slipped past Cameron’s dripping folds, which prompted a moan in unmistakable pleasure. Was every woman’s body this sensitive? Probably not. He likely just wasn’t used to the hormones, otherwise Cameron couldn’t see how they kept themselves from spreading their legs at the drop of a hat!

“Careful Emily,” his father said, guiding Cameron’s hand over to the bulge in his pants. “If you keep acting like such a tease, Daddy may just have to discipline you.”

Cameron realized this charade was getting far too dangerous. “S-Stop it Dad!” he stammered “You’ve got this all wrong! I'm Cameron! Emily just used some sort of spell to switch our bodies for a month before taking off on my trip!”

Rather than flinch away like Cameron had expected, his father just threw his head back and laughed. “I should’ve guessed! Emily’d never be caught dead acting like such a submissive cocksleeve. But you? A pathetic sissy like you was practically born for this! In fact, remind me to thank Emily when she gets back.”

Before Cameron realized what'd happened, his father was shoving him face-first onto the bed, the other hand grabbing hold of Cameron’s shorts and yanking them down so far Cameron could feel a breeze on his bare pussy. He couldn’t do anything to fight it, his weak, feminine body only able to put up the most token resistance as he felt something hard start pressing up against his exposed slit.

“W-What the-No! We can’t do this Dad!” Cameron cried, trying to ignore the way his body quivered in anticipation. “This is incest, and I’m not even a real girl! I’m your son for God’s sake!”

“Not today you’re not,” his father growled, right before burying himself in Cameron’s cunt with a single, powerful thrust. “Today you’re nothing more than a sexy piece of ass aching for Daddy’s cock. Look at it this way if it makes you feel better. I finally get to plow your bratty sister’s pussy just like I’ve always wanted, and you get to make me proud for the first time in your miserable life. It’s a win-win.”

Any reply Cameron could’ve made was pushed aside by the high-pitched squeal he let out as his Dad’s fat cock began stretching open his tight hole. The sense of wonderful fullness that followed felt absolutely incredible, and Cameron came almost instantly, soaking his bedsheets in his sister’s juices as his father proceeded to hammer his pussy like a man possessed. He wasn’t sure how long he spent cumming all over his Dad's cock like some wanton whore, but at some point he felt it begin to throb as hot spunk started spilling into him. 

The experience of her first creampie was simply too much for Cameron, and she ended up passing out from the pleasure. When she came to, still lying on the bed and now completely naked, her father was sitting next to her, casually groping Cameron’s bare ass as he watched his cum trickle out from his daughter’s slit. Cameron could only bury her face in her pillow, overcome by the shame and horror of having just been fucked, and possibly knocked up, by her own father. 

“W-Why?” she eventually whimpered, “Why did you have to cum inside me Daddy? What if I get pregnant? This isn’t even my body! How am I supposed to explain this to Emily?!”

“Who cares what that ungrateful bitch thinks. It’ll serve her right for acting like such a disrespectful brat up till now, and anyways, I’ve been wanting to pump a child into her tight little body for years now.” He gave Cameron’s ass a hard smack, eliciting another gasp of shock and pleasure. “Now, I think I’m about ready for round two, so are you going to spread your legs like a good girl, or am I going to have to make you?”

Cameron rolled over almost immediately and obediently spread her legs, a dozen flimsy justifications for this act of submission already flowing through her mind. ‘She had nowhere else to go’, ‘Her father would force himself on her anyways’, ‘He’d already cum inside her once, so there was little harm in letting him do it again’, these were all nothing but excuses. Truth was, Cameron had never felt more at home as when he’d felt his father’s weight pressing down on her, confining her, dominating her. Deep down she’d always craved her father’s approval, and now that she had a chance to obtain it Cameron was discovering that she desperately wanted him to see her as a ‘good girl’.

The next month passed in a blur of passionate sex, to the point where Cameron was pretty sure her Daddy was making a game out of fucking her stupid atop every surface in the house. Cameron’s inhibitions had completely faded by the end of the first week, and by the end of the second she was finding it hard to sit still without the feeling of his warm cum dribbling down her inner thighs. 

When Emily did eventually return home and inform Cameron that her reckless behavior and subsequent pregnancy had made the body swap permanent, she nearly came on the spot. It was the best news she could've possibly heard! Cameron hadn’t wanted to go back to being such a pathetic disappointment of a son anyways, not when spending the rest of her life as Daddy’s petite pregnant princess sounded like so much fun!

3 years later…

Cammy winced as she heard the front door bang open, hoping that the noise didn’t wake the children she’d just finished putting to sleep. Turning her head, she saw the broad figure of her brother looming in the doorway.

“Another one?” Emilio asked, a look of disbelief on his face as he stared down at the bloated tummy jutting out from the otherwise slender woman sitting on the couch.

“Two actually,” Cammy giggled, giving her brother a slightly embarrassed smile, “Daddy pumped me full of twins this time.”

“Ok, this is just getting ridiculous,” Emilio said. “You already looked ready to pop the last time I visited, and that wasn’t even a year ago! When I swapped our bodies I assumed you’d bolt the second he laid a finger on you and find a motel. You know, like a normal person? I never expected you to just give up immediately and let our old man turn you into his personal baby factory!”

“And what’s so wrong about a daughter stepping into the role of her Daddy’s breeding bitch if her mother isn't around anymore?” their father asked as he strolled into the room. “My little Cammy’s docile, obedient, and eager to carry as many babies as I can stuff into her, which makes her a far better daughter than you ever were.”

Cammy beamed at the compliment, cuddling her gravid body up against her precious Daddy as he plopped down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. She loved how weak and vulnerable she felt beside him, loved how safe those big, strong arms of his made her feel, and began to squirm as he pushed her panties aside to start toying with her drooling slit.

“See, this is why I never visit,” Emilio spat, his face twisting in obvious disgust. “Losing my old body was bad enough, but watching you turn it into a slutty, pregnant pig is way more than I can deal wih! Can’t you at least wait till I leave before you start groping each other like a pair of horny teenagers!”

“The door’s right there,” their father said, pointing outside without bothering to look at his ‘son’. “If you can’t handle the sight of your sister acting like the submissive broodmare you were responsible for turning her into, you’re free to leave.”

“Fine, I will! Better than staying here with you freaks!” he shouted before storming out the way he came.

“It was nice seeing you again!” Cammy called after him, but her attention was already shifting towards to effort straddling her Daddy’s throbbing erection. He preferred her to be on top this late in her pregnancy, where she could do all the work as he lay back and watched, cradling the massive belly he’d gifted her with in both hands.

“Don’t listen to your brother,” he said. “My sweet, baby girl is at her most beautiful when she’s pregnant and horny, which is why I expect you to keep on popping out babies for the rest of your life.”

Cammy moaned her agreement, her body shuddering under a tiny orgasm upon hearing this. She was truly lucky to have a father that was so attentive to his daughter’s needs, and was perfectly happy to carry as many children as he wanted so long as it meant he'd be proud of her.

[happilybredbellies]

Evelyn was sick of and tired living on her family's farm.

Her brothers might be happy to accept their fate as simply the latest generation in a long line of farmers, but she wanted more out of life. Evelyn wanted to travel, to learn, to do anything so long as it didn’t involve sowing seeds and harvesting crops. The easiest way to achieve this would’ve been going to college, but their family didn’t have the money for that kind of thing. A scholarship might’ve been an option, but with the long hours Evelyn worked on the farm there often wasn’t much time left over for studying, and her grades had suffered as a result. 

Just as she was beginning to despair that she'd ever escape the fate she’d been born into, her father had come to her with a solution. It was a bit of a shock really. Evelyn’s father had always been a man with traditional views on family and gender roles. She’d expected him to be against his little girl leaving the farm behind for one of those ‘elitist colleges’, yet instead he’d come to her with details about an Animal Husbandry program whose scholarship requirements were so low that even she could get in with little trouble. It wasn’t the program she’d have chosen, but Evelyn hoped she could leverage the skills she’d be learning for something other than farming. It wasn’t like she had any other options, and hell, maybe she could even use it as a step towards a veterinary degree if she worked hard enough!

A few weeks later Evelyn was packing up her things, saying goodbye to her family, and hopping on a bus with a brilliant smile on her face, ready and eager to start her new life. The campus was gorgeous, but when she told the receptionist which program she was in, Evelyn found herself being directed to a large, boxy building about a half hour’s walk from the main grounds. She knew it made sense to keep farm animals away from the regular students and their tidy classrooms, but as she walked into the room where her classmates waited, Evelyn couldn’t help but feel cheated by the blank, sterile walls surrounding them. 

The first thing that struck her upon entering was that the room was completely empty except for a few vents and her fellow students, with the second being the realization that it was filled with other women. That was weird. She’d figured this would be a field dominated by men, and yet she couldn’t see a single boy among the sea of girls gathered for orientation.

Evelyn was still mulling this over when she heard a buzzing sound, followed by the airtight door behind her locking with an audible *click*. As if this wasn’t distressing enough, a faint pinkish gas was beginning to seep out from the vents, its sickly sweet scent quickly filling her nostrils and forcing her into a sudden coughing fit. Panic reigned as Evelyn in her fellow classmates beat their tiny fists uselessly against the door, screaming for help until the constant coughing brought them to their knees.

That's when the changes started.

Evelyn’s roomy sweatpants became stretched to the breaking point in a matter of seconds as her slim hips expanded with unnatural speed. Her breasts weren’t so lucky, their mass tearing her crop top apart as her formerly flat chest rapidly swelled into a pair of tits a porn star would be proud of. She wasn’t the only one either. The other women were writhing on the floor all around her, the air filing with the sound of ripping cloth as their new curves burst free of their tight outfits. 

This would’ve been bad enough, but then Evelyn noticed a tiny pair of horns poking up from the head of the woman lying next to her. Other changes followed as her horns continued to lengthen, her ears growing a thin layer of fur and taking on a distinctly bovine appearance as a short black-and-white tail sprouted right above her wobbling asscheeks.

Only when Evelyn felt a tail of her own whipping frantically inside her sweatpants did she realize those same changes were happening to her. She pressed her hands to her head, trying to force her burgeoning horns back down into her skull, as that was the key to stopping her unwanted transformation. It did no good, and a minute later the room was filled with the confused groans of nearly two dozen newly-minted hucows.

The vents whirred to life as Evelyn struggled to her feet, clearing the air of the sweet, pink gas. Then the door banged open and a group of young men led by a teacher strode into the room, none of them looking the least bit surprised at the scene unfolding before them.

“Alright boys, listen up,” The teacher called, “As part of your first year in Animal Husbandry, we’ll be assigning you a cow to take care of. The girls here are what we call heifers, which means none of them have borne their first calf yet. They’re also in desperate need of training, so your first task is to pick one, establish your dominance, and get them properly knocked up. Have fun!”

Even through the thick haze that'd begun clouding her mind at the sight of all these strapping young men, Evelyn could tell she was in serious trouble. This school wasn’t for teaching her how to tend animals. Evelyn WAS the animal, and if she didn’t find a way out of here RIGHT NOW she’d likely have some random guy's baby growing in her womb by day’s end!

She stumbled backwards as the men surged forward to grab at the screaming women, but there was nowhere to go. Evelyn tripped, unable to maintain her balance with her thick curves weighing her down, and tumbled to the ground. While trying to get back up, she felt a hand close around the back of her neck, its firm yet gentle grip slowly forcing her down to her knees, and then to all fours.

“Settle down girl,” Evelyn heard the man above her said, “No need to struggle. I’m not here to hurt you, just the opposite in fact. How bout I give you a good milking. I bet that’ll calm you down, wouldn’t it?”

Evelyn was about to tell him exactly where he could shove it, when she felt him reach around and grab hold of her stiff nipples. At his touch the sensitive tips throbbed with a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and watched, mouth agape, as twin streams of milk sprayed out from her newly-grown teats to land on the floor. Seeing herself lactating out of the blue should’ve sent her into a panic, but as the man’s hands continued to work Evelyn felt her worries, and her intelligence, beginning to drain away alongside her milk.

Evelyn knew she needed to stop this. He was trying to turn her into braindead cattle for God’s sake, but the pleasure was simply too great. With each tug, each spurt of milk, Evelyn got a bit dumber, and the dumber she got the harder it was to remember why becoming this man's dairy cow was such a bad thing. It was actually starting to sound pretty fucking hot if she was being honest.

“There's a good girl,” he cooed, “See? You’ve got nothing to fear from me. All I want to do is help. Now, how about you raise that lovely rump of yours a bit so I can get to work stuffing your belly full of a big, bovine baby. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Evelyn was vaguely aware of the fact that she was far too young for a baby, that she’d come here looking for an education, not to serve as some brainless pet whose only purpose was pumping out milk and children. It didn’t matter. At that moment Evelyn needed a baby in her womb almost as much as she needed air. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to submit, to fulfill her natural purpose as a female. As she obediently stuck her fat ass into the air and felt her new owner peeling off her sweatpants, Evelyn found herself craving this man's cock.

Her tail twitched impatiently as he grabbed onto her hips and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. Evelyn dimly remembered that she was a virgin, but when he buried his cock to the hilt inside her with one swift stroke, what escaped her mouth wasn’t a cry of pain so much as a moan of unimaginable ecstasy. This was what she’d been born for, she could see that now, and as he picked up his pace and she threw back her head, Evelyn saw that her fellow heifers had all come to similar conclusions.

Her ‘classmates’ were panting like animals in heat as they indulged their own babymaking sessions. Some of them were on their knees like Evelyn, while others either lay on their backs, found themselves pressed up against the wall, or were enthusiastically bouncing up and down atop their caretakers' cocks while mooing at the top of their lungs. It was a beautiful sound, and as Evelyn climaxed around the cock knocking on her womb, she began adding her own moos to the chorus.

By the time she felt the fat cock inside her begin to throb, its potent seed splattering against the walls of her fertile cunt, she no longer looked anything like the bright-eyed young woman who’d walked into this room barely an hour ago. That Evelyn was gone, and the new Evelyn no longer cared about getting an education. She only cared about being the best little dairy cow she could be.

Nine months later…

Hearing her master’s calling for her, Evie heaved herself to her hands and knees and crawled out of his dorm room. Her huge, baby-filled belly swayed ponderously beneath her with each step, as did her swollen udders, which this deep into her pregnancy now leaked constantly, no matter how often and thoroughly her master milked her. Evie didn’t mind though. She loved being heavy with child, loved the feeling of being weighed down by her own fertility as she settled onto her knees at her masters feet.

He was talking to another man about stuff Evie neither understood, nor cared about, and so, having no more order to carry out, she simply opened her mouth and waited, just in case one of them decided to treat her to his delicious cock.

“You’ve really done an amazing job with your heifer,” she heard the other, older, man say from above. “Her milk’s quality is top tier, and she’s better trained than most fully-grown hucows I’ve known. I'm giving you perfect marks all around, well done.“

“Thanks professor,” her master said, his voice brimming with pride, “And seeing as the semester's winding down, I was wondering if you’d let me take this one home with me. I gotta admit, I've grown pretty fond of my sweet little Evie, and my dad's dairy farm could always use another hucow.”

The other man gave a small chuckle, “She's yours if you want her. It’s pretty common for students to grow attached to heifers they raise by hand, and once she's birthed her first calf we’ll just be shipping her off to a state-run farm anyways. We just need to give her the standard injections before she leaves. Then you’re free to load her into the back of your pickup and take her wherever you want.”

“Awesome!” Evie’s master replied, and she saw a broad smile on his face as he squatted down to her level to pat her head. “Hear that Evie? You’re coming back to the farm with me." His hand left her head, travelling down to rest on her belly. "With all the growth hormones and fertility drugs they pump into mature hucows, you’ll probably be the size of a small blimp before too long. But don’t you worry Evie, I’ll make sure to reserve a nice roomy stall for my favorite cow.”

Evie mooed happily, her tail swishing back and forth as she lapped up the attention. Evie couldn’t imagine a better fate than being the official property of such a kind and considerate owner, so she was overjoyed to hear that her master wanted to keep her. What's more, it sounded like she was almost ready to graduate from a heifer to a full-fledged hucow!

Her master had shown her pictures of his farm’s other cows. Each of their massive udders rivaled Evie’s pregnant belly in size, with their own bellies having swollen to gargantuan proportions thanks to their huge litters, which was usually about a dozen calves. These lucky hucows spent their days sitting naked in their pens, too large to fit into even the largest clothes anymore, and often rendered completely immobile by the gallons of milk stored in their tits and the numerous offspring growing in their wombs. Unlike her, their milking sessions lasted for days, if not weeks at a time, and yet in every image the expression on their faces had been one of pure bliss instead of exhaustion.

Evie longed to join them, to lounge around all day with the milking machine attached to her udders keeping her in a state of near-perpetual climax as she pushed out dozens of calves like clockwork. The mere thought of it was enough to make Evie go cross-eyed with pleasure, her tongue lolling out as a strand drool slowly dripped down onto her bare tits.

Life on a farm sounded absolutely incredible, and Evie couldn’t wait to get started.

[happilybredbellies]

Exhausted and still aching from a long day’s work, Ted stumbled through the door to his house to find his two sisters grinning up at him from their spot on the couch.

“About time big bro,” Kaylee said,  “We just got back from the grocery store and were starting to get hungry. We left everything in the fridge, so be a good boy and get dinner started.”

“Oh, and be sure to make enough for leftovers!” Maya added, tapping the massive belly containing her twins. “Us growing girls need something to tide us over for tomorrow while you’re off bringing home the bacon!”

Even with fatigue weighing heavy on his mind, Ted felt a surge of annoyance at his siblings’ rotten attitude. Here he was, working himself to the bone to provide for them, and what did they do in response? Nothing. They just lounged around all day watching TV, eating the food he made for them while they sat back and watched their bellies swell up like a pair of pregnant sloths.

It wasn't exactly a surprise. They’d always been this way, even as kids. Ted had always been the straight-A student, the sort every teacher swore had a bright future ahead of them. Kaylee and Maya had been the exact opposite, troublemakers who constantly skipped class, got in trouble, and seemed to take great joy in making their older brother’s life a living hell. The little she-devils had gone out of their way to sabotage every one of his female relationships, whether romantic or platonic, which was the biggest reason why he’d been so eager to leave for college. With their terrible grades, Ted had figured there was no chance of them following, and he’d been right.

Freed from their shenanigans, Ted had reveled in his newfound freedom, managing to graduate without going back home even once. But eventually he’d run out of excuses to stay away, and had grudgingly agreed to come back home for Christmas. His parents had been delighted, and even his sisters seemed to be behaving themselves. There was none of the teasing he’d grown used to, and they appeared generally interested in what he’d been up to as they piled on the alcohol. Honestly, he should’ve known something was up...

The next morning he woke up with a massive hangover, but the splitting headache was soon forgotten as he looked down to see Kaylee and Maya curled up next to him, completely nude and with his cum visibly leaking out from their well-fucked pussies. For a few seconds Ted could only stare at them, unable to process what he was seeing. Then he began to panic. How could this have happened? How much did he end up drinking that he’d think that fucking his… Oh God, he’d really just slept with his sisters hadn’t he? What was wrong with him?!?

Ted bolted out the door without saying goodbye, texting his parents about a ‘work emergency’ he needed to address as he boarded the first plane out of town, not even bothering to check where it was going. He should’ve known coming back would be a terrible idea, and vowed to attend any future family gathering via Zoom calls while praying that his sisters kept their big mouths shut. 

The next couple months passed by with little fanfare, but Ted wasn’t taking any risks. He moved to Hawaii, abandoning the lucrative career he’d had lined up after college in favor of taking a job in construction, all so he could put the greatest amount of distance between him and his sisters. It hadn’t been enough.

One day he answered the door to find Kaylee and Maya standing on his doorstep, with wide grins on their faces and the unmistakable bulge of pregnant bellies poking out from beneath their tank tops. Ted had heard from his parents that they’d run off with some deadbeat shortly after that fateful night, but he’d never expected they’d go so far as to track him down.

“Hey big bro,” Kaylee said, making sure he could felt the curve of bump as she pulled his frozen body into a tight hug, “It’s soooo good to see you again. You really did a number on us didn’t you? Maya’s even carrying twins!”

“Tw-Twins?” Ted croaked, still holding out hope that this might just be a dream.

“Yup! Isn’t it exciting?” Maya said, placing his hand on her swollen belly, which was already noticeably bigger than Kaylee’s, “Though it’s hardly a surprise. With all the fertility drugs we were taking, not to mention the volume of cum you pumped into us after we slipped those aphrodisiacs into your drinks, it’s a wonder we aren’t both carrying twins!”

“D-Drugs. But…but why?” Ted stammered, unable to resist as his sisters gently guided him back into the house and closed the door behind them. “D-Don’t you understand how serious this is? You’ve always been trouble, but this goes way beyond a mere prank!”

“Oh my sweet, oblivious Ted,” Kaylee cooed, already snaking a hand down his pants “You still don’t get it do you? This has always been our plan, ever since we were girls. I mean, who could be a better provider for our children than our big, strong, reliable brother?”

Maya lifted up her shirt and let her bare breasts spill into view. Ted didn’t even realize he was reaching out until his fingers were closing around her pink nipples. He knew this was wrong, but as Maya let out an appreciative moan at the attention, he found he couldn’t pull his hand away.

“See, I knew you’d love this,” she purred, giving her breasts a quick jiggle for effect. “We spent all that time scaring away those pesky homewreckers trying to steal you away from us, but then you hopped on a plane to college without so much as a goodbye! That was a serious blow to our plans, so when we learned you were coming home for Christmas we knew that this time we’d have to pull out all the stops.” She rubbed at the belly containing her–their children, and gave him a triumphant smirk. “There’s no way you'll be getting away from us this time, Daddy.”

Ted tried to respond, but as Kelsey grabbed his head and pulled him into a sensual kiss his raging libido took over for his shell-shocked mind. The rest of the night passed by in a daze as he pumped load after load into his siblings' pregnant bodies like he was trying to knock them up all over again.

Now a couple weeks later, Kaylee and Maya were looking quite at home in Ted’s former bachelor pad as they demanded that he cook them dinner. Thinking back on all they’d done, he finally worked up the nerve to put his foot down and grumbled, “Cook your own damn food. It’s well past time you started doing some work around the house.”

He’d been hoping for shock, or at least some annoyance at his refusal, but the girl’s grins didn’t slip an inch as they rose from the couch and glided over to him, Kelsey taking position right in front of him as Maya circled around his back and laid her hands on Ted’s shoulders.

“Oh but we are working hard,” Kelsey cooed, moving forward to press her swollen belly up against the obvious bulge forming in his pants. “Working hard at growing our brother’s babies in these big, round tummies of ours.”

“That’s right,” Maya whispered, standing up on her tiptoes to nibble at his ear, “and you wouldn’t want to force more work onto your horny little baby mamas, would you? If you did, we might have to give Mom and Dad a call and complain about how mean you're being. I’m sure they’d love to hear all about how their precious golden boy knocked both their daughter’s up with his incestuous seed…”

Ted could only groan in response as he felt Kaylee begin unzipping his pants while Maya gave his ass a firm squeeze. This was how it always went, with him folding like a cheap suit as soon as these twin fertility goddesses (or perhaps succubi was a more apt description) got their claws into him.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll find out eventually,” Kelsey chuckled, already on her knees and running her fingers over his throbbing erection, “but hopefully not until after we’ve had the chance to squeeze out a few litters. I’m dying to know what kind of looks they’ll give us when we show up at their house with a dozen of their inbred grandchildren in tow.”

Ted wasn’t even listening at this point, his mind having checked out as soon as Kaylee wrapped her hands around his cock. He was putty in their hands, and they all knew it. Ted would spend the rest of his life as his sisters' obedient breeding stud, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. It wasn’t the life he’d planned on, but there were definitely worse fates than being trapped in the clutches of a pair of insatiable broodmares.

[happilybredbellies]

When Kelly marked down ‘housebound breeder’ as her ideal career, everyone at school had simply assumed she was joking. They’d been mistaken.

As the eldest of twelve siblings, Kelly had spent much of her childhood watching her mother’s body swell with one child after another. Oh sure, there’d been the occasional complaint about how pregnancy made taking care of her household chores inconvenient, but that hadn’t stopped her mother from begging her father for another baby as soon as she was done pushing out Kelly’s latest brother or sister. Her mother had never seemed happier or more fulfilled than when she was waddling around the house with a gigantic dome poking out over her sweatpants and a baby suckling at her teat, and from a young age Kelly had known she wanted to be just like her when she grew up.

Unfortunately, when she finally graduated and began looking for a like-minded man to start a family with, she'd found that most of her men in her age-range tended to get pretty freaked out when she told them she wanted to be kept perpetually pregnant for the next few decades. Despairing at the unexpected difficulty of finding a reliable stud to breed her, Kelly settled on a more drastic course of action.

She posted an advertisement on the internet stating: ‘Young, fertile woman looking for a man to keep her pregnant. Must have the means to support a LARGE family.’ 

Kelly hadn’t really expected much in terms of quality candidates, so she was quite surprised when the son of a Texas oil baron messaged her the very next day, offering to fly her down for an ‘interview’. She’d accepted, and two days later she was walking through the doors of a vast, colonial-era mansion and meeting a well-dressed man who had to be a good decade older than her. She was greeted with a warm smile, and Kelly found herself blushing as her suitor complimented her on having ‘some adorable breeding hips’.

Then he asked her if she wanted to meet his other broodmares.

Kelly was initially taken aback by this development, but as he went on to explain he wanted a veritable horde of children, more than any one woman could provide, her estimation of him was growing by the second. This was a man who had his priorities straight, and when he led her into a gigantic nursery and introduced her to fellow sister-wives, Kelly had to make a conscious effort to keep from drooling.

The first was a few years older than her, and a absolute bombshell. The woman sported long, lustrous blonde hair, legs that belonged on a runway model, and the cutest little belly poking out from beneath a pair of perky tits that leaked a steady dribble of milk onto the floor as she spoke. The very model of a rich man's trophy wife.

The second was Latina, and looked to be closer to Kelly in age. Judging by her rudimentary grasp of the English language, Kelly suspected she’d probably been serving as the man’s housekeeper before she graduated to carrying his babies. It was her massive baby bump that really stuck out however, both figuratively and literally. The caramel-skinned shortstack seemed to be half belly this far into her pregnancy, and from the looks of the two babes sucking from her heaving udders and her own shy smile, it seemed like she was quite accustomed with breastfeeding the older woman’s children along with her own.

They both took an instant liking to Kelly, allowing her to run her hands over their belly, (and in the Latina’s case feel the kicks of babies nestled inside) all the while talking about how beautiful she’d be once she began to grow fat and heavy with their husband’s offspring. The idea that she could become a prolific broodmare just like them was nearly enough to make Kelly cream her shorts all on its own, so when the man finally asked her if she was willing to become his third wife she hadn't taken a second thought before accepting.

They wasted no time in conceiving their first child. Kelly’s new husband stripped her naked right then and there, bending her over one of the many still-unoccupied cribs and filling her womb with his potent seed as her new sister-wives congratulated her from the sidelines, telling her about all the fun they’d have together now that she was part of the family. It was the happiest moment of Kelly’s life, or at least it was until a couple weeks later when she finally burst out of the bathroom with a smile on her face and a positive pregnancy test held high in triumph.

Now a couple months later, and Kelly couldn’t get enough of her growing body. She treated every pound gained, every inch added to her expanding waistline as if it were a genuine miracle. The mansion had staff on hand to take care of any cleaning and cooking the three natural born homemakers couldn’t handle themselves, which was honestly a godsend considering the amount of time Kelly now spent smiling down at her swelling belly and rubbing her hands over it’s vast expanse like she expected a genie to pop out. 

She could hardly wait for the day her milk finally came in. Her rapidly darkening nipples already ached to feel the press of tiny mouths around them, drinking down the nutrients they’d need to grow up big and strong. She was still a bit self-conscious about having the smallest breasts out of the three of them, but her husband had assured her that after a half-dozen pregnancies or so, nature would take care of that for her. Kelly came on the spot upon hearing that, much to her husband's delight, and spent the next hour riding his cock as he cradled her bouncing belly in both hands. 

This place truly was a paradise.

[happilybredbellies]

Rachel had never really been a fan of the club scene. On the rare night where she wasn’t busy studying, she preferred to spend her time relaxing with a good book instead of tripping over her own feet on the dance floor or getting hit on by creeps. But it was her sister’s birthday, and she’d insisted they go clubbing together, so Rachel had sucked it up and resigned herself to a night spent sitting alone at the bar while she waited for her sister to have her fill of partying.

Rachel loved her little sister, she really did, but the two of them couldn’t have been more different. Rachel was the golden child of their family, smart, diligent, and currently in the process of earning her PhD in computer science from MIT. In contrast, her sister was a high school dropout, party animal, and if Rachel was being completely honest, kind of a slut. Their parents had practically given up on her sister at this point, but Rachel hadn’t, and she was genuinely looking forward to spending some quality time with her estranged sibling, even if she had to do it at a nightclub.

It was about an hour or so after first arriving that Rachel started to feel a bit…weird. The social anxiety that usually plagued her in these situations had been supplanted by a strange sense of utter contentment, and her thoughts were moving at a sluggish pace that she was pretty sure alcohol alone couldn’t explain. Rachel almost suspected that someone had spiked her drink while she’d been in the bathroom, but that was ridiculous. Her sister had been watching over it for her, and an experienced clubgoer like her would be far more adept at spotting any foul play than a bookish introvert like Rachel. 

She was still attempting to get a hold of her wandering thoughts, when a man suddenly sat down next to her.

“Hey babe,” he said, “Can’t help but notice you’re looking a bit lonely over here. Mind if I buy you a drink?”

On any other night Rachel would’ve shut this man down immediately, but at that moment she was finding it hard to focus on anything other than how incredibly attractive he was. She nodded wordlessly, offering no complaint as he draped his arm around her shoulders and ordered them another round. With the heat between her thighs increasing by the second, Rachel wasn’t in any condition to protest as his hand drifted down to begin groping at her breast, tweaking a stiff nipple through the thin fabric of her top. The involuntary moan she let out in response was quickly silenced as he pulled her into a forceful kiss, her body seeming to melt into his firm embrace.

Rachel allowed herself to be led outside, her usual inhibitions smothered by the thick fog of lust clouding her mind. Before she could even register what’d happened, he had her pressed up against the alley wall, her skirt hiked up around her hips as he began pounding her like a cheap prostitute. Rachel wasn’t about to complain, not even when she realized he wasn’t wearing protection. She needed this just as much as he did, and any worries regarding the potential risks were batted away as his raw cock slammed into her like a jackhammer.

“Fuuuuuck. You’re a lot tighter than I thought you’d be,” he grunted, and from the way his cock was throbbing inside her Rachel could tell he was about to blow. “Now, are you gonna take my seed like a good little cumdump? With how wet you are, I bet your pussy's just aching for someone to make you into a mommy, isn't that right Rachel?”

A needy whimper slipped out as Rachel nodded in response, unconcerned at how this complete stranger had learned her name. Visions of motherhood consumed her mind as she felt his warm seed flooding into her fertile pussy, triggering a series of orgasms far more intense than anything she’d experienced before. At that moment, Rachel couldn’t have cared less about her prestigious scholarship, or the scientific career she’d been working towards her entire life. She just wanted to carry this man’s baby, to feel her slender body growing fat and heavy as his offspring slowly changed her from a woman into a mother. She gave in completely, submitting to the pleasure and following him back to his place, where she'd spend the rest of the night with her hands bound to his bed and her legs wrapped around his waist as this complete stranger filled her with one creampie after another. 

Rachel woke the following morning still tied to his bed, with no sign of her new lover outside of the toys he’d left buried in her still-dripping cunt. A twinge of alarm ran through her as memories of the previous night flooded back, but it was hard to hold onto her anxiety with the man’s parting gift buzzing away inside of her. She soon resigned herself to the fact that she’d be here until her hookup came back home, and simply let the hours drift by as the toy brought her one orgasm after another.

When her lover (who she finally learned was named Todd) finally returned, he unbound her from the bed, walked her over to the bathroom, and provided Rachel with some funny tasting food which she eagerly gobbled up. By that point she was far too horny to even think of leaving just yet, instead letting him lead her back to the bed where bound her wrists once more. She gazed up at the sexy stud looming over her with a vapid smile on her lips, her legs already spreading in anticipation as she prepared herself for another night of mind-blowing sex. 

This pattern repeated itself for…well, Rachel wasn’t quite sure how long. Everything started to blend together after a while, and simple tasks like keeping track of the day were getting harder and harder for her, as were most other things. Rachel now struggled to count past ten, and over the last few days she’d found it impossible to read anything but the most simple words. As for Rachel’s body, it appeared to be growing nearly as fast as her IQ was dropping. Her thighs were now noticeably thicker, her chest fuller, and the slight curve to her stomach made it clear that his seed had taken root in her belly. That last part was soon confirmed via a positive pregnancy test, and it wasn't long after that Todd began letting her walk around the house unsupervised.

Even with this newfound freedom though, Rachel couldn’t seem to bring herself to leave. The outside world suddenly felt like such a sad and scary place, and it felt so much easier to simply stay home, safe under Todd's watchful eye. A distant part of her recognized how harmful this mindset could be, so one night, after she finished sucking him off, Rachel finally summoned up the will to ask him if he'd be ok with her going back to school.

“Go back to school?” he laughed. “Oh babe, your sister forwarded that resignation letter you signed for MIT months ago. Don’t you remember? There's no going 'back to school' for you now.”

Rachel blinked. She vaguely remembered her sister stopping by with a sheet of paper to sign, but she’d been too preoccupied with riding Todd’s thick cock to pay attention to what it was. Something inside told her that she should be horrified at this development, or at the very least disappointed, but the only reply she could manage was a tiny “oh…ok then...”

“Good thing too,” Todd continued. “A fertile cocksleeve like you has no use for schooling, especially not with our first baby already on the way. No, you belong at home, where I can make sure keep you're kept placid, pregnant and pumping out children like the obedient babymaker you were always meant to be.” He paused. “Though, if you’re looking for something to keep you busy while I’m away, I might have some ideas…”

Rachel beamed up at him and waited with baited breath to hear what he had in mind. Todd was right of course. A braindead bimbo like her had no business attending some hoity-toity university. What had she been thinking?! She sure was lucky that Todd had come around to set her straight, otherwise who knows how long she might’ve kept on with that boring, empty, babyless life?

As Todd started explaining his idea, Rachel made a mental note to thank her sister for taking her to that club.

Five months later

Rachel rubbed both hands over her massive belly as she rocked back and forth on the couch, barely paying attention to the cooking show on the TV. 

Anyone who’d known Rachel a year ago would've be hard pressed to recognize her now. Her slim figure had blossomed into the beautiful, gravid curves of an expecting mother, complete with a pair of fat, milky tits that were constantly leaking. Her once dark hair had been bleached blonde, and tattoos, all of which had been picked out by Todd, now covered her arms and thighs. As for clothes, Todd preferred that Rachel remain naked whenever possible, but he made an exception for her lingerie, which left so little to the imagination that she might as well be naked anyways.

Rachel brightened as she heard the front door swing open, but her face fell slightly when she recognized the familiar silhouette of her sister standing in the doorway.

“Hey big sis. Looks like you’re enjoying your new life as Todd’s braindead baby factory,” she said while walking over to pat Rachel's swollen belly. “God am I glad we managed to get our hands on those bimboification drugs. They might've cost us both a fortune, but it’s so worth it to see our parent’s perfect little angel transform into an empty-headed, pregnant slut. You look like you could pop any second now!”

Rachel brightened. “I know right! The due date's next week, and Todd's saying he wants to have the baby at home so we can stream in on our OnlyFans. He says it’ll make us a ton of money, so much that he’s told me he plans on making a career out of keeping me knocked up!" She giggled. “Todd’s such a sweetheart isn’t he?”

The edges of her sister’s mouth quirked into an amused smile. “I'm sure he is, but that’s not why I came. It seems that our parents have finally decided to disown you. They were already reeling from the news that their precious golden child had dropped out of MIT to focus on having babies. Once they found out about your OnlyFans…well, seeing their little girl whoring herself out on the internet seems to have been the last straw.” “But that’s not faiiir!” Rachel pouted, shifting in place as the baby in her belly gave a great big kick. “It’s not my fault I turned out to be a stupid cumdump who's only good for milking cocks and birthing babies! That’s like, just nature and stuff!”

“Oh sweetie,” her sister said, patting Rachel on the head like she was a particularly dimwitted child. “I know how much it hurts to have your parents look down on you. But hey, who cares what they think! You’d much rather be Todd’s domesticated breeding cow than some boring old scientist anyways, isn’t that right?” She reached down to give Rachel’s breasts a good squeeze, and grinned as thin streams of milk spurted out in response. “And don’t you worry sis, when our folks eventually kick the bucket I’ll be sure to use some of my inheritance to buy you something nice. Maybe one of those industrial milking machines. I bet you’d love that, wouldn't you?”

Rachel could only moan in response as pleasure shot through her sensitive nipples. Her sister was right, who cared what their parents thought of her new lifestyle? All she had to worry about was keeping her tummy round and her man satisfied. Besides, having such a caring sibling, one who simply wanted what was best for her poor, inept cumdump of a sister, was already more than Rachel deserved. 

She reached over and slipped a hand down her sister’s pants as milk continued dribbling down the sides of her swollen belly, smiling as she felt her sister growing wet at her touch. Rachel already had a few ideas in mind as to how she might go about repaying her sister for her generosity…

She is ready to pop💜💜💜

[happilybredbellies]

Nick's eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as he drove his Mercedes past a sign declaring the Brewerton Trailer Park as “America’s fastest growing trailer park three years running!”, as if a bunch of backwater hicks popping out more kids than they could afford to support was something to be proud of. He normally wouldn’t be caught dead in a shithole like this, but according to his GPS this shortcut should cut five hours off his trip. Though admittedly, that assumes Nick could find the gas station supposedly buried in this dense sprawl of RVs and shoddy construction.

He drove around for a few more minutes, his expensive car feeling extremely out of place among all the rusted pickup trucks, before finally giving up and pulling over to ask for directions. Faint grunts and moans greeted Nick as he opened the door and stepped out. Then his face twisted in disgust as he looked across the street to see a hairy, pot bellied man fucking a heavily pregnant woman up against the side of his trailer. Did they have no shame? They were in full view of everyone passing by for crying out loud!

“Unbelievable…” Nick muttered, turning to approach the trailer immediately opposite the two low-class lovers. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Can’t expect anything better from a bunch of trailer trash.”

Unfortunately for Nick, Brewerton just so happened to be the home of a powerful wizard, a wizard who'd gotten awfully tired of being condescended to by uppity city folk. A few years ago he'd cast a spell across the entire park to deal with such disrespectful guests, and the trigger word to activate it just so happened to be “trailer trash”.

The first thing Nick noticed was the trailer in front of him growing larger, or was he was shrinking in size? Confused, he looked down to see his thighs beginning to thicken and his hips beginning to widen, but it wasn’t until his chest began to expand into a pair of fat, heaving breasts that Nick finally realized what was happening to him. Still stumbling towards the trailer, and doubling over when a spike of pain suddenly hit him in the belly and groin, he cried out for help in a voice he barely recognized while his insides rearranged themselves to make room for his new womb. Even his clothes were changing, his dress-shirt and khakis morphing into a tacky tube top with the American flag plastered over it and a pair of tight-fitting daisy dukes. 

By the time Nick finally managed to get up the steps and begin pounding at the door, the reflection he saw in the glass door was that of a small, curvy woman with short blonde hair. He shivered, partly in fear at the unbelievable transformation, but mostly at the huge, bearded man he now saw stomping towards the door.

“Well now,” the man said, leering at Nick’s body, “ain’t you a fine piece of ass. What’s a girl like you doing pounding on my door? Lookin’ to have some fun with your pal Jimmy?” He frowned at the car parked out front. “That your ride out front little lady? Nah, can’t be. A whore like you could never afford something like that, no matter how much money you make shaking that fat ass at the local truck stops.”

“I…I’m n-not…” Nick stammered, squirming in place as his new body throbbed with desire.

He should be trying to explain what happened to him, but the words just wouldn’t come. This man should disgust him, but the sight of this overweight slob looming above him had Nick’s new cunt leaking like a sieve. He’d never been into men, but the mere thought of this ‘Jimmy’ pounding him silly, his weight crushing Nick against the mattress and emptying his balls inside of this soft, feminine body was driving him mad with lust. It was all Nick could do to suppress the moan welling up inside his throat when his gaze drifted down to the conspicuous bulge forming in his unwashed jeans.

“Ah, I get it,” Jimmy said, a hungry grin forming on his lips, “you’re one of those girls ain’tcha? The horny bitches who've been wandering into the park lately looking for a man to stuff them full of babies.” He steps forward and slips a hand down Nick’s shorts, giving his plump cheeks a rough squeeze. “Good. I’ve been waitin’ for one of ya to come knocking on my door. Now get that fat ass inside so I can breed you proper, slut!”

Nick knew he should start running right this second, that he needed to get to a hospital ASAP to fix whatever happened to him, but every inch of him was positively aching to have this man give his new pussy a good pounding. Surely one time wouldn’t be so bad, right? Just a quick fuck to clear his head. After all, it wasn’t everyday you got to a chance to experience sex from a the other gender's perspective, and no one would ever have to know about this once he turned back into a man.

Gasping as Jimmy gives his ass another squeeze, Nick allowed himself to be led back into the trailer. The cheap plastic door sounded like a gong as it slams shut behind him.

3 years later...

“Oh fuck Jimmy! I—I’m g-gonna-,” Nikki stammered, feeling climax approaching as Jimmy’s cock throbbed against her inner walls, “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacuuuuuuum!”

Nikki’s words devolved into a wail in ecstasy as Jimmy came, her legs trembling as her quivering slit began squirting uncontrollably from the feeling of all that hot cum flooding her depths. Her heavily pregnant belly slammed against the oven door from the force of that final thrust, the tray of corn muffins she’d just only just taken out when he’d yanked her shorts down and bent her over the stove now lying discarded on the floor. She wasn’t angry about the mess he'd made, how could she be? Nikki was just his cumdump, here to be used and abused in any way her baby daddy saw fit.

“Goddamnit,” Jimmy grunted as a tiny cry rang out from the next room, “your screaming woke the brat up again ya stupid bitch!” He withdrew his cock and gave Nikki’s jiggling rump a painful smack before making for the door. “Go shut him up, then get your ass outside. I’ll be waitin for ya to finish cleaning off my cock. And don’t forget my beer this time!”

It took Nikki a few moments to catch her breath from the brutal pounding she’d just received. Eventually she managed to get her panting under control and stumbled over to the bassinet containing her youngest son. He was Nikki's fifth child in three years, and as he eagerly latched onto her swollen teats and gorged himself on her milk, she couldn't help rubbing her free hand over the belly containing his new siblings. It was twins again, and their constant kicking was already making her horny for more action, too horny to wait for her son to finish his meal.

Even with five kids Jimmy still hadn’t bothered to marry her. When she’d asked him about it he’d replied that it was a waste of money and that her constantly swelling belly should be proof enough of his ownership over her. Nikki supposed he was right, and anyways, it wasn’t a woman's place to question her man’s decisions. She could barely remember being a man anymore, and with all the rough, passionate sex that came with being Jimmy’s personal cocksleeve, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to go back.

With her baby still suckling at her milk-stuffed tit, she grabbed a beer from the fridge and followed Jimmy outside. She found her baby daddy sitting in a lawn chair just outside, still pantsless and watching football on a tiny CRT that was probably older than she was. Without a word, Nikki handed him the beer and knelt between his legs, stroking his delicious cock back to full mast and licking her lips before taking its full length in her mouth. 

Nikki sucked him off like the good little cumslut she was, one hand supporting the baby still sucking on her tit, the other busy rubbing at her swollen pussy as his fresh seed leaked onto the grass below. His pleasure was more important than her needs, or her dignity for that matter, so she didn’t stop when she noticed a fancy sports car driving up the street towards them out of the corner of her eye

“Can you believe this Kevin?” she heard an amused male voice call out as it rolled past. “Does these hicks have no shame? She’s blowing him in broad daylight!”

The other passenger barked out a laugh. “Well what else do you expect from the sort of trailer trash that'd live in this shithole?”

The car rolled on and turned the corner, disappearing out of sight. A second later she heard a sharp cry, followed by yells from the first man.

“K-Kevin?! Oh God, we need to get you to a hospital. Hey! Can one of you useless pieces of trailer trash make yourselves useful and call him an ambul–” Another cry rang out. “D-Damnit, what’s happening t–Oh no. Nononononoono!”

Nikki smiled around the cock buried deep in her throat while listening to their distress, the deep baritones of their cries for help soon becoming high-pitched and unmistakably feminine. By the sounds of it, Nikki would soon have another pair of neighbors, and she was looking forward to introducing them to their new lives as backwater broodmares.

[happilybredbellies]

The local news stations were all buzzing about the strange wave of magical transformations currently sweeping the nation. It'd apparently been caused by a coven of witches who’d gathered to cast a powerful fertility spell, only to have something go horribly, horribly wrong. When the police finally showed up, they’d been shocked to discover that every single member of the coven was now a horny, braindead hucows, complete with horns and fuzzy cow ears befitting their new bovine nature. Unfortunately for everyone else, the effects of this coven’s magical fuckup hadn’t been limited to only themselves. The unstable energy released by their spell had cascaded outwards, and was now triggering similar transformations in women all across the country, seemingly at random.

But Rosa had never paid much attention to the news, and as she walked into the kitchen looking to grab some breakfast before her shift started, she paid even less attention to the strange tingle spreading through her body. She squeezed her eyelids shut and sneezed as the tingle reached her nose, sparkles shooting out of her nostrils while a burst of magical energy rewrote her genetic code in an instant. When Rosa next opened her eyes, she could only stare down in confusion at the huge pair of breasts, each nearly the size of her head, now jutting out from her formerly-flat chest, the colorful sweater that’d covered them a moment before having somehow morphed into a skimpy, cow print bikini top.

“Hey Mom, get a load of this!” her little brother called, his lips twisting into a shit-eating grin as he pointed a finger at her from the kitchen table, “Rosa got hit by the spell that’s been going around! She’s a hucow now! Does this mean I can have her room?”

Rosa’s mother poked her head out from the living room, her face falling as she took in the state of her daughter. “Oh dear... And her father and I had such high hopes for her too.” She let out a long sigh. “But I guess there’s no helping it now that she’s a cow. We’ll need to ship off to the farm, so sure, you can have her room.”

“What the hell are you talking about Mom?! I’m your daughter, not a co—” Rosa’s words cut off as she reached up to discover the pair of horns and soft, bovine ears now sprouting from her head. “W-What the fuck is this Mom!? WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!?”

“There, there. No use getting so worked up,” her mother said, strolling over to lay a sympathetic hand on Rosa`s shoulder. “You’re just becoming a hucow sweetie, haven’t you been following the news? I know you had big plans for the future, but the government’s new mandate requires that all newly transformed hucows be moved to one of their state-run farms for immediate breeding and milking. I’m sorry dear, but there’s simply no way around it.”

“WHAT?!? That’s insane! I got classes to attend, and a job where people are depending on me! What right do they have to ruin my life for something that wasn’t even my fault?” Rosa screamed, trying to ignore just how wet her pussy had gotten with all this breeding talk. That couldn’t be natural. She didn’t even like kids!

“Oh Rosa, I know this must be hard for you to accept,” her mother replied, giving her daughter a condescending pat on the head “but your mistake is acting like you're still a person. You’re not a woman anymore sweetie, you’re livestock. Just another dumb little cow that’s only good for pumping milk and popping out babies, and cows don’t deserve rights.”

“I-I’m not a…n-not a c-cow…” Rosa whined, but she was barely able to force out the words. A thick haze of arousal was taking root in her mind, and she could feel her IQ draining by second as her higher thought processes were slowly stripped away and replaced with an all-consuming desire to breed.

“Not a cow she says!” Her brother laughed, “Ok sis, then how do you explain this!"

He reached up, yanking down the cow print bikini top and giving her new udders a hard squeeze. Milk erupted rom her stiff nipples like a pair of pale geysers, eliciting an involuntary “Moooooo!” from Rosa as a surge of pleasure blossomed inside her chest. Who could’ve guessed that being milked could feel this incredible?! But no, she shouldn’t be enjoying this. Her brother was trying to…trying to…wait, what was she doing here again? It was really hard to focus on anything apart from the growing heat between her thighs and her sudden, overwhelming need for a good, hard dicking.

“Not in the kitchen you idiot!” her mother scolded, “What if the neighbors see what’s become of her? They’ll never let me live it down! If you want to have some fun with your sister before we ship her off, do it somewhere a bit more private.”

“Fine, fine,” her brother replied, placing a hand on Rosa’s bare ass and leading her towards the stairs. “Come on sis, we’ll head up to your room. Then we can make sure you’re properly bred before those farmhands get ahold of you.” He barked out another laugh. “Though I guess it’s my room now, isn’t it?”

Rosa’s only response was a needy whine. She was just aching for someone, anyone, to fuck her, to fill her desperate pussy up with a load cum that’d cause her empty womb to grow big and round with a litter of hucow calves. This boy was apparently happy to oblige, and so she followed him without complaint, leaving a trail of wetness behind her as he led her up the stairs and into a room that felt oddly familiar. Five minutes later, she was mooing at the top of her lungs as her brother introduced Rosa to her first creampie, the copious amounts of breastmilk leaking from her bouncing tits seeping into the fabric of her childhood bed as he used his sister’s new horns as makeshift handlebars while mounting her from behind.

The following day Rosa’s mother drove the mindless cocksleeve her daughter had become up to the farm, waving goodbye as one of the farmhands took custody of her and began leading her away to join the rest of her fellow hucows. Rosa initially balked at being left behind, unwilling to leave the only family this new version of her had ever known, but she quickly switched her tune once the farmhand guided her hand to the massive erection hiding in his pants.

It was two weeks later when the family received their first postcard from the farm, which showed a dull-eyed Rosa lying in a pasture with a new bell collar fastened around her neck. She barely resembled her old self anymore, her body now soft and covered in decadent curves, her mouth wide open as if begging any passing male to shove his cock down her waiting throat. 

The back of the card read: “Little Rosie’s been settling in nicely and has made plenty of friends with the other hucows. The milk she’s been producing has been rated as AAA quality, which, you’ll be happy to hear, means you’ll be receiving a small cut of every bottle we sell. Furthermore, while she may not be showing just yet, our staff has assured us that your daughter arrived here with an enormous litter already growing in her belly, which should help to increase her productivity even further. As her legal owners, your family members have first dibs at impregnating her again once she’s done pushing out her first couple calves, and considering how efficiently you knocked her up the first time, we sincerely hope you’ll take us up on that offer. Not to mention, I’m sure Rosie would be absolutely delighted at the chance to spread her legs for you once again!”