This is my gift to you. I chose you to be the one to create a life with, to be the ideal woman to grow my child inside of you. Now you have a purpose, an opportunity to become the mother you’ve always wanted to be.
And judging by the way your body has responded to this gift I’d say you were the perfect choice. I knew you would grow softer and thicker to provide an excellent home for our future child, but never would I have imagined you’d become so gloriously feminine. You were always the ideal woman to be my mate, and now together we’ve given you the ideal female body.
A woman as perfect as you deserves the opportunity to carry so many children, and I can’t wait to keep you like this for so many years to come.
Once, not that long ago, she looked a lot like you do right now. All it took was one day of forgetting to take a pill, or one night where she’d had a little too much to drink and insisted on taking off the condom, and she ended up as the ultra-round, ultra-busty, unfathomably horny little bimbo you see before you.
Hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution have made women very, very, good at getting and being pregnant. Something like 25% of your entire adult life is spent ovulating, a state where your body pumps out a cocktail of hormones so powerful it overrides your sane and rational judgement in the interest of getting you to pounce on the nearest cock (which, as a reminder, produces hundreds of millions of baby-making sperm per orgasm). Like it or not, the deck is stacked against you. If you want to avoid this fate, if you don’t want to lose control of your body and your inhibitions as you round out in every direction, you are going to have to work very, very hard to avoid any slipups.
What do you think, can you keep this from happening? More importantly, would you even want to?