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Meg's apartment was in complete disarray. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, and takeout containers littered every surface. The air was stale, with a faint odor of unwashed laundry and leftover food.

Meg herself was a reflection of her chaotic surroundings. Her usually sleek chestnut hair was tangled and greasy, pulled back in a messy bun. Dark circles shadowed her vibrant green eyes, which looked dull and tired. She wore an oversized, stained t-shirt that hung off one shoulder, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. Her yoga pants were wrinkled and had a suspicious stain on the thigh.

Standing in her cluttered kitchen, Meg absent-mindedly spooned cold leftover Chinese food straight from the carton. She hadn't bothered to heat it up. As she chewed, lost in thought, a knock at the door startled her.

"Meg? Are you home?" Suzie's voice called out.

Meg's eyes widened in panic. She wasn't prepared for visitors, especially not her put-together friend. "Just a second!" she called back, frantically looking around for somewhere to hide the mess. But it was hopeless - the disaster was too complete. Resigned, Meg shuffled to the door and opened it.

Suzie stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the state of Meg's apartment. "Oh honey," she repeated, her voice filled with concern. "What's going on?"

Meg shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "I've just been... busy," she mumbled unconvincingly.

Suzie gently closed the door behind her and placed a hand on Meg's shoulder. "Busy doing what? Certainly not cleaning," she said, trying to inject some humor into the situation.

Meg's lips twitched in a weak attempt at a smile. "I guess not."

Suzie guided Meg to the couch, pushing aside a pile of magazines to make room for them to sit. "Talk to me, Meg. This isn't like you at all."

Meg sighed, sinking into the couch beside Suzie. "I'm fine, really. I've just been... preoccupied lately. Work's been hectic, and I've had a lot on my mind. I guess I've gotten a bit forgetful about some things around here," she said, gesturing vaguely at the mess surrounding them.

Suzie raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced. "A bit forgetful? Meg, your place looks like a tornado hit it. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?"

Meg shook her head, forcing a smile. "No, nothing else. Just... life, you know? But hey, enough about me. What brings you by? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."

Suzie hesitated for a moment, then let out a nervous laugh. "Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. Remember those perverts sending me messages on Instagram? The ones you encouraged me to interact with?"

Meg's eyes widened slightly, her interest piqued. "Oh yeah, I remember. Did you actually do it? What happened?"

Suzie bit her lip, a mix of excitement and embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I did. And... oh my god, Meg. It's been... intense. Exhilarating. Terrifying. I don't know how to describe it."

Meg leaned forward, momentarily forgetting about her own troubles.

Meg leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Tell me everything, Suzie. Don't leave out a single detail."

Suzie took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing. "Well, at first I just responded to a few of the tamer messages. You know, the ones asking what I was wearing or if I'd send more photos. I kept it pretty innocent, just flirting a little. But then..."

She paused, biting her lip. Meg nodded encouragingly.

"Then this one guy, he started getting more... explicit. Describing what he wanted to do to me in vivid detail. And Meg, I know I should have been disgusted, but... it was so thrilling. I found myself getting aroused just reading his messages."

Meg's eyes widened. "Suzie! You naughty girl. What happened next?"

"Well, I started responding in kind. Telling him what I wanted him to do to me. It was like this whole secret world opened up. I could be this completely different person online - wild, uninhibited, filthy even. And the more I engaged, the more intense it got."

"Oh, Meg, there's this one guy in particular - he calls himself Jake. He's... intense. Like, really intense," Suzie continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He says he's some kind of international businessman, always jetting off to exotic locations. And the way he talks... it's so commanding, so confident. He'll tell me exactly what he wants me to do, down to the tiniest detail."

Meg leaned in closer, captivated. "What kind of things does he say?"

Suzie's blush deepened. "He'll say things like, 'I want you on your knees, like waiting for me when I get home. Wear that lacy red lingerie I like, and nothing else.' Or he'll describe how he wants to bend me over his desk and spank me until I'm begging for more."

"And the pictures!" Suzie exclaimed, fumbling for her phone. "He's always asking for specific poses or outfits. Like, 'Show me how wet you are' or 'Send me a picture of you biting your lip, just like that.' And then he'll reward me with the most deliciously filthy messages..."

Meg's heart was racing. "Can I... can I see what he looks like?"

Suzie nodded eagerly, scrolling through her phone. "He doesn't send many photos, says he has to be discreet because of his job. But here's one he sent last week."

Suzie turned her phone screen towards Meg, revealing a photo of a handsome man with chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and thick, dark hair. He was wearing an expensive-looking suit, leaning casually against a sleek sports car. The backdrop appeared to be some kind of tropical paradise.

Meg froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She recognized that photo instantly - it was the exact same one Jeffrey had used when he first reached out to her online, before she knew what he really looked like.

"Meg? Are you okay?" Suzie asked, noticing her friend's sudden change in demeanor.

Meg **** herself to nod, plastering a smile on her face. "Yeah, sorry. He's... he's really handsome. You're a lucky girl, Suzie."

She couldn't bring herself to tell Suzie the truth - that the man in the photo wasn't real, that it was all an elaborate catfishing scheme. The thought of crushing Suzie's excitement, of shattering this fantasy world she had created, was too much to bear. Besides, a small, selfish part of Meg didn't want to admit that she had fallen for the same trick.

"Tell me more about him," Meg said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What else does he say to you?"

Suzie leaned in even closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh Meg, it's so much more intense than I've let on. Jake... he has this thing about breeding. He's constantly talking about filling me up, making me swell with his child."

Meg's eyes widened as Suzie continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "He'll describe in vivid detail how he wants to pin me down, to flood me with his seed over and over until I'm overflowing. He says he wants to see my belly grow round with his baby, to watch my breasts swell with milk."

"That's... wow," Meg breathed, feeling a mix of shock and guilty arousal.

"I know it sounds crazy, but the way he describes it... God, Meg, it's so hot," Suzie confessed. "He'll tell me how he wants to keep me constantly full, pregnant with one child after another. How he'll use me as his personal breeding stock, never letting me go empty."

Suzie's cheeks were flushed as she continued, "And the creampie stuff... he's obsessed. He's always talking about marking me from the inside out, claiming me as his. He says he wants to watch his seed drip down my thighs, to see the evidence of his ownership."

Meg listened, her eyes growing wider with each passing moment. The intensity of Jake's desires, the vivid descriptions Suzie shared, it was all so overwhelmingly erotic. A part of her felt guilty for finding it arousing, knowing the truth about "Jake's" identity.

"Suzie," Meg finally interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. "That's... intense. Are you sure this is what you want? To be... bred like that?"

Suzie let out a light, musical giggle. "Oh honey, of course not! It's just a kink thing, you know? Just talk and fantasy. I could never actually let anyone impregnate me for real."

Meg felt a wave of relief wash over her, though a small part of her felt oddly disappointed. "Oh, right. Of course."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on becoming a baby factory anytime soon," Suzie said with a wink. "It's all just sexy talk. Gets me all hot and bothered, but that's as far as it goes."

They chatted for a while longer, Suzie sharing more details about her online relationship with "Jake" and their various roleplaying scenarios. Meg listened, fascinated and conflicted, her mind racing with the knowledge she held back.

Eventually, Suzie glanced at her watch and jumped up. "Oh shoot, I've got to run! I have an appointment in 20 minutes."

She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Oh, and I almost forgot!" Suzie rummaged in her bag, pulling out a small, elegantly wrapped package. "I brought you some of those artisanal chocolates you love, from that little shop downtown."

Meg's eyes lit up despite her inner turmoil. "Oh, Suzie, you shouldn't have!" She accepted the gift, the rich scent of cocoa wafting up as she held it.

"Consider it a thank you for being such a great listener," Suzie said with a warm smile. She leaned in, giving Meg a quick hug. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, lingered in the air.

"I'll call you later this week, okay? Maybe we can grab dinner or something," Suzie called over her shoulder as she hurried out.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Meg alone with her thoughts and the box of chocolates.

As the door closed behind Suzie, Meg's fingers went slack. The beautifully wrapped box of chocolates tumbled from her grasp, hitting the floor with a soft thud. She made no move to retrieve it, her mind reeling.

In a daze, Meg walked to her bedroom, each step feeling heavy and deliberate. She pushed open the door, wincing at the familiar creak of the hinges. The room was dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, but she could clearly make out the figure sprawled across her rumpled sheets.

Jeffrey lay there, his rotund form taking up most of the queen-sized bed. His mouth hung open slightly, emitting soft snores that filled the quiet room. Meg's eyes traced over his features - the patchy, acne-scarred skin, the receding hairline, the short, stubby fingers resting on his protruding belly. He was the antithesis of attractive, a far cry from the chiseled Adonises that usually populated Suzie's fantasies.

Meg felt a twinge between her legs, a reminder of their frenzied coupling just before Suzie's surprise visit. She could still feel the sticky warmth of Jeffrey's seed inside her, a secret hidden beneath her casual exterior as she'd chatted with her friend.

Meg's mind raced, piecing together fragments of conversations and odd coincidences. Could this be the same "Jake" that Suzie had been gushing about?

Meg's heart raced as she approached the bed, her fingers trembling. She gently lifted Jeffrey's limp hand, pressing his thumb against the phone's sensor. The screen flickered to life, unlocked.

Her breath caught as she opened the messaging app. There, at the top of the list, was Suzie's name. Meg's finger hovered for a moment before tapping it, revealing a long history of exchanges.

As she scrolled, her eyes widened. Amidst the flirtatious texts and dirty talk were dozens of photos. And there, like a bolt of lightning, was the image that made her gasp.

Suzie, on all fours, her pert ass raised high. Her face was turned back towards the camera, lips parted in a seductive pout. One delicate finger trailed between her legs, teasing at her glistening folds. The lighting was soft, accentuating every curve of her friend's lithe body.

Meg stared, transfixed. She knew she should be furious, betrayed. But as her eyes traced the elegant arch of Suzie's spine, the swell of her breasts, the come-hither look in her eyes, Meg felt something else entirely.