8 months

She didn't know her name anymore. The toy hadn't been allowed to say it to her owner, and now it was hard to remember.

The heat was nice. She spread her arms and let her fingers go through the long grass of her masters frontyard.

Master was pinching her nipples. He had told het why he did that, but she didn't care. Couldn't remember it. Her body was heavy.

Sometimes something moved inside the belly, just like it did now. A baby, master had told her. It was so weird. The baby could live inside her. She didn't know how it could breathe, how it could eat. She wasn't smart enough to understand those things. She knew that.

But she loved the baby in her belly. She loved it almost as much as she loved master. He was good to her. He helped her eat when her throat got thight.

She was actually quite hungry right now, but she tried to hide it from master. It was kind of him to help her, but that pipe-thingy that she needed to open her troat still hurt.

When her master finally got her nipples to drip some milk, he started fucking her.

The people that walked by didn't even turn their heads. Men could fuck women how and wherever they wanted. The frontyard wasn't anyplace special.