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Avery drifted lazily awake, her arm resting lightly on her swollen stomach. For the past few weeks, she’d felt her body adjust to the changes of her induced pregnancy. Her breasts ached constantly, heavy with milk, to the point that she even welcomed the lab assistants that came into her room three times a day to pump her.
Her atrophied muscles hadn’t adjusted to her new size. She struggled to lift herself from the incredibly comfortable bed they’d given her, but insisted on trying to get some movement in everyday.
This morning, though, she felt the weight of her body dragging on her more than ever before. She hadn’t been able to fully sit when the assistants came to milk her, and she found herself feeling so grateful that they weren’t keeping her in the stocks anymore.
There had been several women in the barn that had been milked daily; women who’d been kept in the stocks for months. Her back ached just thinking about it.
Once she’d been milked, and the pumps removed from her swollen nipples, she leaned herself back in a kneeling stretch, pushing her hips and ass up above her knees, bending back to rest her head down against her pillow, her arms stretched out in front of her. The sweet stretch of her lower back felt so good as she bowed forward, her stomach filling the space between her spine and the soft mattress.
The door creaked open. The click click click of patent pumps echoed in the sterile room. For the first time, Avery found herself unrestrained enough that, if she wanted to, she could turn her neck and at last see the face of her captor. But in the few seconds she pondered that, the woman walked herself behind Avery until she stood facing her huge, naked rear.
They hadn’t given her clothes since she’d been impregnated.
“You are truly beautiful like this.”
Goosebumps erupted up and down Avery’s arms as the woman spoke. Her voice was deep and smooth like velvet, and as she spoke the tension in her breasts returned. She felt a pressure in her stomach, as if…
As if the child inside her was moving. Reacting to the woman’s voice.
Slowly, Avery turned her head to the side. She could just barely glimpse beyond the curve of her gigantic hips, the top of the woman’s head. Sleek blond hair, pulled back from her forehead, except for a few delicate wisps that framed her hidden face.
Avery couldn’t bend or turn any further. The stretch felt too good. Her arms were too weak to raise her heavy chest. She sighed, and then opened her mouth wider to speak.
“I don’t feel beautiful. Look what you’ve done to me.”
“What I’ve done?” Avery felt a cool hand on each ass cheek, slowly rub and kneed her flesh, pulling slightly at the cleft of her ass. “What I’ve done is help you rise to your potential. You are no ordinary breeding mare, Avery. What you’ve done is nothing short of spectacular.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice shook. She hated this woman. Hated how she saw her as an object. Hated how she’d imprisoned her in this place to be nothing more than a cow. A slave.
And even more, she hated how her body responded to the woman’s touch. Avery squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the gush of her juices dripping down her thick thighs, felt her inner walls twitching at the woman’s gentle but insistent hands massaging her ass. She wanted more. She wanted to feel like she had in the stirrups, when they’d first brought her into this place from the barn. She wanted to feel weightless again, wanted her body to ache with pleasure instead of pain.
The woman pressed her fingers deeper into Avery’s fleshy ass and spread the cheeks in earnest, and she felt the slightest current of warm air before a rough, wet tongue slowly licked a line up the slit of her pussy.
A whimper escaped her. She couldn’t help it. Even that slightest bit of contact lit Avery’s nerves on fire, sending electric shockwaves throughout her skin. Her stomach clenched, and her nipples tingled.
The woman pulled away, and Avery’s breath hitched.
“No…”
“Hmm?” Patent Pumps hummed. One finger returned, trailing up and down her swollen folds. Tears sprang to Avery’s eyes. So good… “What was that? Would you like me to continue?”
Avery burrowed her face back into her pillow. She didn’t want to answer her. Didn’t want to admit that, yes—more than anything, she wanted her to keep going. Bring her pleasure once more.
“Avery…”
The finger withdrew, and for a second, Avery wondered she’d leave. Until a red hot sting reverberated through her ass cheek as the woman struck her with an open-handed slap.
Avery cried out into the pillow, and another gush of liquid squirted from her traitorous pussy.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Mm-mm.” She shook her head, tilting her forehead deeper into the pillow to allow air passage for her more fevered breathing.
She couldn’t say it. Wouldn’t.
“Well, then, I guess…” Click, click, click.
Avery’s heart stopped as the footsteps retreated back toward the door.
“No! Please! I need—”
“Yes?” The clicking paused.
“Please, make me feel good.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.” Her answer barely registered as more than a weak breath.
“How good?”
Avery moaned. How good? What sort of question was that? Well, a stupid question deserved a stupid answer.
“As good as you can,” she spat.
“Oh, no, Avery…” Click, click, click. She gasped as fingernails dug themselves into her hips and yanked her further back into her prayer pose. Her head was dragged from her pillow, until it fell onto the tops of her breasts, which jiggled helplessly at her shifted weight. “You really don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
Then, Avery heard a quick zwip! One hand left it’s iron hold on her right side, and a moment later, she felt something rigidly firm, but velvety soft poke between her folds.
Did this woman… have a cock?
A deep laugh rumbled from behind her. But it was definitely the woman’s voice that followed, “Do you want to feel this cock inside you, Avery?”
It was hardly a question. Already, blood was rushing to her head and a deep heat was rising from her core.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Manners, Avery.”
“Yes, please…”
Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation that followed. The grip on Avery’s hips tightened even further, to the point that she could almost feel bruises blossoming beneath her skin, and then she felt the weight of the bed shift.
Muscled thighs kneeled behind her, and suddenly her hips were hoisted higher, raising her torso until the tips of Avery’s nipples brushed the sheets. She quickly shifted her arms beneath her, shocked at the feeling of being lifted so easily. How strong was this…
Could she even call her a woman?
What was she?
Avery didn’t have a moment to process before the large tip of the woman’s cock pressed against her entrance. She flinched. This wasn’t an normal dick or dildo, or like anything they’d teased her with before.
This was massive. Even just it’s tip pushed almost painfully against her soaking walls.
“Relax, Avery. Let me give you what you want.”
Slowly, carefully, she obeyed. She let her chest fall back, folding against her knees, as much as her pregnant belly would allow. The stretch in her spine deepened, and she felt her pussy open…
Thrust!
The air was knocked from her as the woman sheathed herself in one hard shove, fully seating Avery on her gigantic cock, which filled her so completely she could have sworn her stomach stretched even larger. That theory seemed to be confirmed when she felt her breasts bounce against her stomach with every single thrust, as her captor set a punishing rhythm with her cock, pounding deeper and deeper into Avery’s gushing pussy again and again and again.
She felt as though she was being split down the middle, wrenched aside as this gigantic probe stretched her to her utmost limit, until the only wondered that filled her mind was lust. She was no longer a person. She was just a hole for this cock, and as the pleasure inside her built higher and higher, she found herself wanting something else.
She wanted to be filled with its cum.
Her mind conjured an image of this monstrous organ pumping her with stream after stream of thick, hot seed, painting her womb until she overflowed with it. This was why she was here. This is why she existed. And as long as she got filled like this, she would bear as many children and produce as much milk as she had to. As long as she was promised this.
Again and again and again.
Moans rippled from deep within her throat, and one of the woman’s hands reared back and slapped her ass again with a smack that echoed hungrily against the walls. Avery’s cries rose, until she was positively screaming with every thrust.
“Fill me!” She shrieked, the words tearing themselves from her, “Fill me up with your cum!”
The gigantic cock withdrew slowly, until only the tip remained, barely prying aside the spasming walls of her pussy.
“Manners, Avery. Try again. What do you want me to do?”
She sucked in a breath to answer, but was once again rendered speechless when the woman yanked Avery’s hips back as she thrust forward, splitting her aside until she could feel the tip of her gigantic cock kiss the entrance of her womb.
She saw stars. Blindly, she grinded her hips greedily against the woman’s lap.
“Ask nicely!”
“PLEASE!” Avery cried, her voice raw and foreign to her own ears, “Fill me with your cum! PLEASE!”
“As you wish, my beautiful, beautiful breeder!”
She felt her hips hoisted up again, and Avery’s head collapsed into the mattress as the woman leaned forward. She thrust even harder: one, two, three times, pressing Avery’s shuddering body deep into the softness of her bed. Her head spun, and blackness encroached at the edges of her vision as she struggled to breath, until finally with one last grunting cry and a powerful push of her cock that made Avery see stars, she felt the hot, gushy release of stick cum fill her.
Jets of the woman’s seed shot inside her, tickling her core and causing spasms that ran up the entirety of Avery’s spine. A warm, wet puddle formed beneath her as she felt her milk release from her nipples in such great volume that she could actually feel her torso sink with the change in her breasts. Avery turned her head to the side, breathing in grateful gulps.
Her whole body shuddered and tingled. Despite the woman pulling out and letting her go, leaving her body used and spent in a heap on the mattress, Avery still felt weightless. Lighter than she had in weeks.
And then she felt a kick, deep within her stomach. A cramp seized her lower back, and she curled in on herself, panting in pain.
More wetness gushed from between her thighs, and her breath caught. What the—
“I thought that might happen,” the woman said. She brushed a lock of hair from Avery’s scalp, and finally, she caught a glimpse of the mystery woman’s full face.
Her eyes widened, and it was as if the wind had been knocked out of her all over again.
This was no mystery woman.
It was Lindsay.
“It’s time, Avery. Your water just broke.”

NSFW: yes

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