“Why would you change me like this?”

“Why would you change me like this?” You gasp.

He grins as he approaches, walking around a babies cot that had just appeared in your tiny room. He reaches down and fondles your large breast. You gasp. Your nipple is tender and sensitive, incredibly so. It grows hard, thick and protruding. Your other nipple gets erect immediately.

“Are you unhappy with your lot?” He asks.

“No master.” In truth you are not. The fantasy of being pregnant pales beside the reality. “But... I am confused. This is much to take in.”

“It is. But you see you were my illegal immigrant maid. Able to be sent home at the drop of a hat. Now that you are having my child you... well your situation is much safer.” He explained.

He could have turned you back. Instead he made you his broodmare. But you found yourself nodding in agreement. “Thank you master.” You said. You patted your belly in contentment. The baby kicked in response. You decide you will make a good mother. You will raise your masters children. This is a better fate than any you could have hoped for. You considered. Master still liked to gently screw you even now. The pregnancy was no impediment to your sexual duties. In fact it heightened your sense of ownership, femininity and weakness. It made you hornier. Insatiable. A wetness grew in your loins. You noticed Master was again aroused.