Please Pull Out

I hope you understand.

When I saw you, I needed to have you. That hair. That ass. Those hips. An obviously empty womb. Too empty.

I sat next to you at the bar, and you were intoxicating. You flipped your hair as you looked at who sat next to you. I read the thoughts flipping through your mind clearly on your face.

Indignation at the audacity of me sitting so close.

A pause as you take in my cool, green eyes, my shirt folded to expose my thick forearms, my cologne, then back to my eyes.

"Well, hello there," I smirked. 

You exhaled a greeting and beamed at me.

You were in town celebrating your big move from home to medical school. You were so far from home. 

Alone.

We chatted it up, and I struggled to keep from getting erect. You were so intelligent and witty, ready to take the world by storm. You had plans for your future. I was losing the fight with my cock. You were too perfect.

To celebrate your seemingly successful interview, you secured the final nail in your coffin. You let me get you some wine. 

It took no time at all for the flush to rise to your cheeks. You playfully tapped me more than I could count, and every time, your breasts strained against your tight black bodice. I made no effort to hide my lust for your body, and you had no issue with letting me look, shooting me a sly grin every time you caught me taking a glimpse.

I waited patiently. If you make the first move, you can scare your prey. It's the lioness that waits in the brush until the gazelle bursts through.

I saw you undress me with your eyes. I had you.

"Would you..." she slightly slurred, "maybe want to come back to my place... to watch a movie?" you added quickly.

To fuck.

I slowly moved forward to put my arm on the back of your chair, seemingly cutting off your escape. My cologne wafted over you, and I could tell you weren't intoxicated by just the wine. 

"Why don't we go back to my place? I have a huge king-sized bed and a few toys that need to be broken in."

"Then break me," you purred.

You had no idea.

You marveled at my apartment, sleek with stainless steel appliances and black trim. I placed my hand on the small of your back and firmly guided you to your tomb. I let you push me onto the bed, watching your breasts bounce in that bodice of yours. That bodice shifting over that tragically flat belly.

I let you pour yourself on me, kissing me, rubbing your clothed pussy on my growing member, and lifting my shift off.

The teasing was over as soon as it started. You shot me a sultry look, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

"Hurry back," I whispered.

I got up as soon as I heard the bathroom door shut. I followed my protocol, sliding your phone into my safe. I yanked out the four cuffs hiding under my mattress. Lighting my fireplace across from my bed, I snipped your credit cards and license in half and flung them into the flames. Next was your purse. 

I watched the flames consume your identity until you slunk back into the room sans any article of clothing. I turned to you, taking in your supple form. Those little nipples will be sucked on so much soon enough.

"Oh a fireplace! Aren't you romantic?" You strode across the hard wood and pressed yourself against me. "Why don't we head to the bed?"

I inhaled deeply. I could smell her sweet wetness already. 

"Oooo," you cooed, playing with the handcuffs, "You going to tie me down, Daddy?"

You raised one sexy little eyebrow, and I descended.

God, your pussy was incredible. So, so silky smooth and soaked with lust. I was sucked in each time I pulled out, and I couldn't stop. Not that I wanted to. You squealed with delight, pretending to try and escape the restraints. I ripped them off.

"Ride me," I commanded.

I felt like my cock was going to burst. I waited as long as I could, trying to let as much cum as possible boil behind the point of explosion.

"Just let me know when you're going to cum, and I'll take you in my mouth," you said, wickedly. "Good girls swallow."

"You know what else good girls do?" I grabbed your hips and slammed you down, and I let my restraint go. I moaned loudly as my orgasm made me go practically cross-eyed. I enjoyed the feeling of cumming into this womb. A womb attached to such an ambitious woman.

I heard you gasp as you realized what was happening. I swear that just made me cum the rest of my load even harder. Oh, this is the worst day of your life wasn't it? On the cusp of brilliance, and now your body will swell against your will. How would you handle those rigorous classes with multiple babies at those dainty nipples of yours?

I opened my eyes to coolly meet your shocked brown ones. "Good girls get pregnant."

I raised you up after I felt my cum soaked your womb enough, and I knew you were acutely aware of how little dripped out of you compared to how much I put in you.

"Oh.. my ... GOD! You asshole!!" You leapt off of me, screeching about how much of a bastard I was. You rushed to the bathroom to throw on your clothes and stormed back in a rage. I just leaned back on my pillows, watching you.

"Where's my phone?? My purse!" You rounded on me as you tightened your bodice against your slim frame.

"Check the fireplace," I said, calmly.

It took a moment for it to register. I loved it.

"....What?" You shuddered with anger, "You burned my stuff?? I'm going to fucking call the cops on your ass!"

"With what phone?" I eased myself up to tower over you. 

I saw you balk, unsure of what to do. 

"You'll get it back after you birth a couple of babies for me. Unfortunately for you, I like testing the limits of the female form. How many babies do you think you can squeeze out before your body gives out?" My cock was getting hard again.

Your eyes narrowed. 

"Go fuck yourself. I wouldn't stick around long enough for you to find out. This first one won't take. I refuse."

You turned around in a huff and stalked towards the door. I waited once more and watched you attempt to leave. This part was always the best.

I saw you stop suddenly in the hallway, a strangled groan floating from your throat.

"Something wrong?" I called out.

You reached for the wall for stability, slumping against it. Turning towards me, I saw your hand clutching your belly. A jolt shot through you body, and you ran to the bathroom, the other hand over your mouth.

I lazily walked to the bathroom and leaned against the frame as I watched you vomit. 

"W-what's happening?" Another jolt, and you vomit once more. "My stomach..." You scrabbled at your bodice as another tremor racked your body. You couldn't get it off fast enough, but once you did, I swore I nearly came in that moment.

Your tight abdomen already looked taut and bloated, and it looked incredible; unfortunately, you didn't share my admiration.

"What did you do to me?" you weakly accused. You stared in horror at your belly.

I walked to you and knelt beside your slowly growing body.

"You never take drinks from strangers, love. I have these horrible butterfingers, and these nasty little aphrodisiac pills just keep slipping in these poor girls' drinks." Your eyes widened in horror, but you needed to puke once more. 

I sat back against the wall and started stroking my cock as I watched your belly suddenly pop out farther. You gritted your teeth as the sudden weight and stretching caught you by surprise.

"Poor little med student doesn't know what drugs are out there." I reached forward and grabbed your cheeks in one massive hand. "And this one will lessen that lengthy kid baking time. That's right. A two for one pill. It's incredible seeing how fast your body decays as it can't keep up with the rapid growth. You thought regular pregnancy was hard?" 

I rubbed my cock faster.

"These pregnancies will be the worst experiences of your life. Let's see how long you last. You might even beat the other girls."

I stood and let loose a load on your face looking up at me in fear. I grabbed you and hauled you to my bed. I threw you down just as your belly burst forth again, and you desperately clutched several small, bleeding rips as your body struggled to accommodate your seven month sized belly.

"W-why are you doing this?" You looked up at me tearfully.

I bent over you, smiling. 

"Because I can. Time to be a mother, sweetie. Let's see if you can beat eight children."

I saw your belly begin to clamp down as it swelled larger once more. I pulled up a chair and watched as your sweet, innocent face wrinkled in pain with each enormous contraction. You were going to give me a child in the next few minutes.

You screamed for help, but I was fixated on that little head moving agonizingly slowly through your pussy. The time passed at a snail's pace for you, but it was over too quickly for me.

Baby screams soon mixed with your sobbing as your bleeding never seemed to end.

I opened a case of little blue pills and squeeze your mouth open, shoving one in.

"Swallow or I will make sure your death is nothing but torture," I said flatly.

More tears slid down your cheeks. Swallowed. I gently moved the whimpering babe to the side.

"Good girl," I murmur as I clambered onto you. I lined up my cock with your bleeding cunt.

"P-please.. let me rest," you pleaded.

I barked out laughter and slammed into you. Still sore from your birth moments ago, you let out a blood curdling scream of agony. You begged for me to stop.

I slid in and out of you as you sobbed from pain and misery. Your hands gripped the sheets unable to move.

"Be a good girl, Amanda."

I came once more, your belly bulging out immediately.

"Get pregnant."