Daydreams of pregnancy

Of course, there was the possibility that you would be stuck as a bimbo. You could become pregnant, and become Carl's obedient little housewife. Stay at home all day every day and look after your man’s needs. Service his needs. You pussy quivers at the finality of the fantasy. Do all kinds of girly things… you could dress up in a schoolgirl outfit for your man and act all coy and innocent till he grew tired of your act and fucked you roughly on the dinner table. That was a fun thought… you could pamper herself at the mall at the hairdressers as your hair grew thicker with the baby growing in your belly…

Be naughty and get piercings in your ears and on your nipples, show off your baby bump in tight clothes that highlight your swollen breasts. You could even start watching cooking shows and learning new recipes to make your man's favorite meals. The thought of his seed growing inside you, his baby, his property, it's intoxicating. You've never felt so alive, so filled with purpose. You want to be the best mummy you can be for him, to carry his child and make sure it's born healthy and happy. You imagine the moment when you tell him the news, the look on his face a mix of shock and excitement. You'll be his breeding slut, popping out babies like a well-oiled machine.

Clean the house maybe in a skimpy maids uniform, her slim belly growing incrementally every day, week and month. That’s what a good bimbo wife would do, isn’t it? You nodded to yourself, feeling the heat between your legs. You’d make sure everything was spotless and clean, so that when he came home from a long day at work, he’d have nothing to do but relax and fuck you. You’d have dinner ready, served on a silver platter, wearing nothing but an apron and a smile. And after you’d cleaned up, you’d let him take you again, this time maybe from behind, pressing against your swollen stomach as he pounded into you, making sure every last drop of his cum was pushed deep inside. You’d moan with pleasure, knowing you were doing your duty as his baby-maker.

You were getting wetter at the daydream. Tummy round and distended, breast massively swollen with milk, ass plump, waddling around, being the perfect little breeding doll for Carl. You craved the feeling of his hands all over your new curves, caressing the baby bump that grew with each passing day. The maternal instincts kicked in, a strange cocktail of lust and nurture, turning you into a submissive slut who only had one thought on her mind: to be a mummy. You imagined the baby showers, the nursery decorations, and the tiny little clothes that would adorn the precious little bundle of joy that was half you, half Carl. It was a powerful feeling, one that made your knees wobble and your core clench with anticipation. You wanted to be filled with his baby, to be his personal incubator, a living testament to his virility.

Hormonal and horny as you went from girlish to womanly to gravidly pregnant. Gravidly pregnant with the love of your life's baby, growing within you, making you feel more and more like a goddess. You’d feel your breasts swell with milk, your belly stretch and tighten with every kick. Each day, you’d grow more and more attached to the little life that was blossoming within, and the thought of going back to your old body, your old life, would become less and less appealing. You were in love with this new reality, with the potential of creation that surged through your veins. No longer just a bimbo but a mother-to-be, a vessel of love and life for Carl's offspring.

Then the ultimate of female experiences, giving birth, becoming a mother. You couldn't quite believe how much the thought appealed to you.

The idea of pushing out Carl’s baby was something that brought you to new heights of arousal. You’d be the center of attention, bringing new life into the world. You’d scream and sweat, and he’d be there, holding your hand, encouraging you. You’d see the love in his eyes as he watched you, his slut, become a mother. And when it was over, when the baby was placed in your arms, you’d be complete. You’d look down at the tiny, squalling creature, and all your fears and doubts would melt away. You’d know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were born to do this, to be this.

You feel like you were born to be a bimbo mummy, to serve your man and raise his children.

This was pure idyllic fantasy. You didn't really want to be trapped in this bimbo body forever, but the allure was undeniable.

To be pampered and adored, with Carl providing for all your needs. To be well kept in the most luxurious of ways, your days filled with pampering and your nights with passion. To be his trophy, his arm candy, the woman who made him feel like a king. Sure, you’d be kept out of important decisions, but what did that matter when you’d be living in a fairy-tale world of pleasure and servitude? Obedience had never seemed so sweet. You yawned and closed your eyes, snuggled your tiny big breasted body up to Carl and let the pleasant dreams of motherhood usher in your sleep.