Goblin Broodmother Jamie

"Hmm...You're perfect, but I just had an even hotter idea. Turn your skin green, make your ears pointed, and shrink by about five percent."

James felt even smaller. It wasn't a big change, but at his size, he couldn't afford to lose any height at all. Plus, he was green. Humans aren't supposed to be green. But then again, he guessed that someone with such an active fantasy sex-life life, like Steve, would want a fantasy girlfriend.

"Next it's time to tailor your mind. I don't really care who you are now, since I'm just going to rewrite you to what I want, starting with your name. From now on, you're Jamie, not James. You can't even think of your old name in relation to yourself. You are completely Jamie, and you are a woman, not a man."

Jamie paled. She just had her name stripped from her. She knew it was a new name, but she didn't know what her old one even was. Well, she remembered being called the name 'James', but that didn't really make sense. That wasn't her name, couldn't have been her name. Worse, she noticed that she was thinking of herself as she. She was supposed to be a guy, but she knew deep down she wasn't. She was a woman.

Steve continued, "You're not a human, you're a goblin, and specifically you're a goblin broodmother. Your body is made for sex and for having children. Your instincts tell you to fuck as much as you can, to get pregnant as often as possible, and to care for the kids no matter how difficult that gets for you. You only feel like yourself when you're pregnant and have at least one baby to care for, preferably lots of kids. You want me to be the father of your children, knowing instinctually that my seed will be best. You can't imagine having another father for your kids. I'm the only guy you'll ever fuck, and you need to fuck me again and again and again."

Jamie felt her mind rewritten even further. Suddenly, Steven was hot. He was exactly the sort of stud her new, dripping cunt needed. He was strong and virile, and could knock her up. God, she needed to get knocked up. She knew this was an artificial desire, but it was still the central pillar of her life. She wasn't pregnant, which means she wasn't complete yet, no matter what her stud might say.

"Your nesting instincts are already kicking in, just knowing that there is a dick that will fuck you. You'll cook and clean for me, all while begging me to knock you up repeatedly, still begging even while heavily pregnant. You'll take care of me and of my kids, and you'll love doing it. Being a mother is just as sexually pleasurable as having sex, although feeling someone breed you is still the focus of your existence."

God yes. Her stud was speaking to her soul now. She needed to get this apartment ready for her first few kids, and then maybe she'd have enough time to start looking for an upgrade. She was going to be a mother, after all, and this place, while adequate, was too small for the family she was going to have. Of course, that could wait till later. Right now, she had a stud who clearly wanted to breed her.