Male, 30s, reposts, captions as inspiration strikes me. Into pregnant women and women getting pregnant and pretty much every part of the process, some wincest, too. None of the pictures belong to me, unless watermarked as such.
Open to pregnancy and breeding related chat. Session Id: 05eb4ac898b3c91fbbba0a2dbc80ff8c2c372f35403239d450bc0be7d3abebb03b
I'm going to try something a bit different, inspiration for a story struck and I'm going to post it in a few parts. If you've been following along, you probably know how it is going to end...
The Plan
Phase 1 - Preparing the Battlefield
Their plan was insidious and I was trapped into their scheme before I even knew something was amiss. They were slow and subtle about it, escalating their outrageous behavior until I had been thoroughly enmeshed in their game. Their objective nothing short of my life itself.
It started sometime after they turned 18. They were seniors in high school and for one reason or another, they had broken up with their boyfriends. Teenage girls were mercurial at the best of times. My wife and I took them out for ice cream and told them that there were plenty of fish in the sea. Life proceeded apace.
My wife and I had been married about 20 years at that point. I worked normal 9-5 office hours, and she was a nurse working long, odd shifts. I did most of the day to day stuff around the house, including helping our daughters with homework as necessary. Our marriage had settled into a comfortable, if dull, rhythm.
Our girls started getting casual with their bodies. Walking from the shower to their room casually clutching a towel to cover their breasts but leaving their backsides bare, or going with the traditional wrap-around and occasionally letting it droop to expose a breast, perky with the cold. It never looked like it was on purpose and they never paid any attention to me, but the performance was entirely for an audience of me.
When we'd be sitting around the table, me reading, them doing homework, they worked out a subtle double-team. One would dress comfortably, in loose-fitting clothing while the other would wear as tight and revealing clothing as possible.
The first time they ran this scam on me, one daughter was wearing baggy sweatpants and a flannel shirt. The sweatpants rode part of the way up her hips, low enough to show that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her shirt was buttoned enough to keep it on, but not enough to prevent the occasional glimpse of her chest. She didn't bother with a bra.
The other sister was barely decent and displaying herself to me while apparently paying me no mind as I helped her sister with a math problem. She had on a tube top that only covered the globes of her breasts, leaving her cleavage and midriff exposed with her nipples prominently poking through the fabric. She also wore a pair of running shorts that had the flares cut into the seams. And also no underwear - so when she sat with her legs crossed, she offered a partially occluded view of the clean, tight, clamshell between her legs. She paid me no mind as she absently went through her homework.
This went on for a few weeks, the girls contriving to show me as much of themselves as possible while pretending to be oblivious. I fell for it: hook, line, and sinker. Then they upped their game.
I'm going to try something a bit different, inspiration for a story struck and I'm going to post it in a few parts. If you've been following along, you probably know how it is going to end...
The Plan
Phase 1 - Preparing the Battlefield
Their plan was insidious and I was trapped into their scheme before I even knew something was amiss. They were slow and subtle about it, escalating their outrageous behavior until I had been thoroughly enmeshed in their game. Their objective nothing short of my life itself.
It started sometime after they turned 18. They were seniors in high school and for one reason or another, they had broken up with their boyfriends. Teenage girls were mercurial at the best of times. My wife and I took them out for ice cream and told them that there were plenty of fish in the sea. Life proceeded apace.
My wife and I had been married about 20 years at that point. I worked normal 9-5 office hours, and she was a nurse working long, odd shifts. I did most of the day to day stuff around the house, including helping our daughters with homework as necessary. Our marriage had settled into a comfortable, if dull, rhythm.
Our girls started getting casual with their bodies. Walking from the shower to their room casually clutching a towel to cover their breasts but leaving their backsides bare, or going with the traditional wrap-around and occasionally letting it droop to expose a breast, perky with the cold. It never looked like it was on purpose and they never paid any attention to me, but the performance was entirely for an audience of me.
When we'd be sitting around the table, me reading, them doing homework, they worked out a subtle double-team. One would dress comfortably, in loose-fitting clothing while the other would wear as tight and revealing clothing as possible.
The first time they ran this scam on me, one daughter was wearing baggy sweatpants and a flannel shirt. The sweatpants rode part of the way up her hips, low enough to show that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her shirt was buttoned enough to keep it on, but not enough to prevent the occasional glimpse of her chest. She didn't bother with a bra.
The other sister was barely decent and displaying herself to me while apparently paying me no mind as I helped her sister with a math problem. She had on a tube top that only covered the globes of her breasts, leaving her cleavage and midriff exposed with her nipples prominently poking through the fabric. She also wore a pair of running shorts that had the flares cut into the seams. And also no underwear - so when she sat with her legs crossed, she offered a partially occluded view of the clean, tight, clamshell between her legs. She paid me no mind as she absently went through her homework.
This went on for a few weeks, the girls contriving to show me as much of themselves as possible while pretending to be oblivious. I fell for it: hook, line, and sinker. Then they upped their game.
To be continued...
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