Katamari Roller
Lusting 24/7
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I hear you. I think this is part of why I find the hucow fantasy so powerful. Being useful just by physically existing and giving myself over to instinct. Producing milk, being bred, being on display.
You’re also right that there’s a element of humiliation to being pregnant. As a good girl you’re supposed to pretend that you’re not interested in sex. But when you’re pregnant, everyone knows how you got that way. Flat on your back, legs spread, taking his dick.
No matter how much you dress it with cute words and weird socially-permitted romantic delusions: pregnancy, in the end, involves you spreading your legs so a man can grab you, hold you in position and have the fun of his life pounding you tender with his cock, until in one last thrust he delivers every drop of cum in his nutsack deep into your thirsty womb. After that, you can dress in white and pretend to be dumb all you want: you know what you did, everyone knows you know what you did, and the only thing stopping you from spending your life on all fours on a bed, getting pumped full of sperm day in and day out by a bunch of men whose names you don´t even know, is a thin veil of social norms...
... that you can violate without repercussions in your imagination.
Somewhere out there, there is a version of myself that sneaks out at night without mom and dad knowing, goes into a dark alleyway, puts her hands against the wall, spreads her legs, and lets half a dozen strangers take turns shooting their sperm into her womb at her most fertile moment.
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As for the hucow thing, I also enjoy it. I am not too much into lactation, but I certainly am 110% for the idea of a girl´s breasts engorging with each pregnancy. Just imagine one of the girls in your neighborhood going from an E to an F cup, then next year to an H, then to a J, and finally to an L cup, as time and again she allows herself to be impregnated by strangers.
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