So... What are we?

After their intense encounter, Meg's skin felt sticky with sweat and other fluids. She desperately craved a shower to wash away the evidence of their passion. Excusing herself, she padded to Jeffrey's cramped bathroom, her nose wrinkling at the grimy tiles and mildewed shower curtain.

The water pressure was weak, but Meg sighed in relief as the warm spray hit her skin. She lathered herself thoroughly, scrubbing away the lingering scents of sex and Jeffrey's musty bedroom.

Once clean, Meg stepped out and dried off with a threadbare towel. She hesitated, realizing her clothes were still scattered across Jeffrey's bedroom floor. Spotting an oversized t-shirt hanging on the back of the door, she slipped it on. The soft, worn fabric fell to mid-thigh, barely covering her lace panties.

Meg ran her fingers through her damp chestnut waves, arranging them to fall in soft curls around her face. The shirt's wide neckline slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone. Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever below the hem of the shirt.

Taking a deep breath, Meg made her way to the living room. She paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before her.

The living room was a chaotic mess, a stark contrast to the pristine office Meg was used to. Discarded snack wrappers littered the floor, and empty energy drink cans were strewn across the coffee table, which was cluttered with a mix of gaming controllers and manga volumes. Posters of various anime series adorned the walls, showcasing characters in exaggerated poses that looked almost accusatory in the dim light.

Jeffrey sat on the worn-out couch, his expression shifting from excitement to apprehension as he noticed her standing there in his oversized t-shirt. His blue eyes widened slightly, drinking in the sight of her bare legs and the way the fabric hugged her curves. A nervous smile crept onto his face, and he fidgeted with his hands, which only emphasized his insecurity.

"Uh... you look really... nice," he stammered, scratching at the back of his neck as he shifted awkwardly on the couch.

Meg felt a flicker of warmth at his compliment despite her hesitation. She took a tentative step forward, her heart racing not just from their previous encounter but also from the anxiety that came with being in such intimate proximity to someone so different from herself.

"Thanks," she replied softly, unsure how to navigate this new dynamic between them. Part of her wanted to bask in that warmth—this strange connection they had formed—but another part was still wary. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt."

"N-no! Not at all!" Jeffrey rushed out, visibly flustered. He sat up straighter, attempting to smooth out his appearance. "You can have it if you want! I mean, after all... You wear it better…"

Meg smiled softly and moved to sit beside Jeffrey on the worn couch. She tucked her legs underneath her, the oversized shirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her toned thighs.

"So what were you up to?" she asked, nodding towards the array of gaming controllers.

Jeffrey's eyes darted between her face and legs. "Oh, uh, I was just playing the new Momomuga game," he explained, his words coming out in a rush. "It's this really cool fighting game based on the anime. You can play as all these different characters with unique abilities and..."

He continued rambling excitedly about the game mechanics and his favorite characters. Meg listened with bemused interest, finding his enthusiasm endearing despite the unfamiliar subject matter.

After a while, Jeffrey trailed off, seeming to become acutely aware of Meg's proximity. His gaze locked onto her vibrant green eyes. The air between them grew thick with tension.

"What?" Meg asked softly, her lips curving into a small smile.

Jeffrey hesitated for just a moment before leaning in. His lips met hers in a tentative kiss. When Meg didn't pull away, he kissed her again with more confidence. And again. And again. And again.

Meg couldn't help but giggle softly as Jeffrey peppered her with eager kisses. His enthusiasm was endearing, if a bit clumsy. His lips brushed her cheeks, her nose, her forehead - anywhere he could reach. His hands fluttered nervously at her sides, barely daring to touch her.

When he finally paused to catch his breath, Meg arched an eyebrow. "My, my. What's gotten into you?" she asked teasingly.

Jeffrey's cheeks flushed pink. He ducked his head sheepishly. "I... I guess I was worried you might change your mind. That you would evade me and you'd realize that you want to leave."

Meg considered him for a moment, taking in his nervous energy and **** expression. Then she gave him a coy smile. Gracefully, she shifted position, rising up on her knees on the couch cushions. The movement caused the oversized t-shirt to ride up even further, exposing the edge bare vulva.

Now a few inches taller than Jeffrey, Meg leaned in close. Her chestnut waves fell forward, framing her face as she looked down at him. "I think," she purred, her breath warm against his ear, "we're already a little past that point, don't you?"

Before Jeffrey could stammer out a response, Meg captured his lips in a deep, sensual kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as she explored his lips with a fervor. Breaking the kiss, she pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

Meg pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She placed her hands on Jeffrey's shoulders, pushing him gently back against the couch. Then she straddled his lap, the oversized shirt riding up to expose her bare thighs and the curve of her hips.

"See? Look at me," Meg said, her voice low and sultry. She took Jeffrey's face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. "I'm still here, silly. Even after everything you did." A slow smile spread across her face as she leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his ear. "No, better - because you fucked me like you did."

Jeffrey shivered at her words, his hands tentatively coming to rest on her waist. Meg pulled back just enough to look into his eyes again. She bit her lower lip playfully before leaning in to capture his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp from Jeffrey.

After thoroughly kissing him breathless, Meg broke away with a satisfied smirk. She shifted her weight, settling more comfortably onto Jeffrey's lap as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. The movement caused the shirt to ride up even further, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach and the underside of her breasts.

"So," Meg purred. "What should we do now?"

Meg gasped softly as Jeffrey's lips pressed against her belly, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her navel. She hadn't expected this surge of passion after all their previous encounters, but her body responded instinctively to his touch. Jeffrey nuzzled her stomach, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin as he shook his head back and forth playfully.

Suddenly, he was moving up her body, his weight pinning her to the couch. Meg's breath caught in her throat as Jeffrey's lips found her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful," Jeffrey murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you." His hands roamed her body, pushing the oversized shirt up to expose more of her smooth skin. "I know we've already... but I want you again."

Meg widened her eyes, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Whaaaaat, again?? Man, you spend me..." she teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "But if you keep kissing me like this, I might just forget to close my legs..."

Jeffrey froze, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "What? Just like that?"

Meg looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. "What? What do you mean?"

He stammered, his cheeks flushing pink. "I... I really thought you would nag me and ignore what I want..."

"What? Why??" Meg asked, genuinely perplexed. She propped herself up on her elbows, her green eyes searching his face.

Jeffrey looked away, suddenly seeming small and ****. "I just... I'm not used to anyone… I figured you'd push me away or make excuses."

"Well…" she said softly, a hint of a chuckle in her voice. "Why would I do that? It wouldn't be very fair of me, would it?" She traced her thumb along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble beneath her fingertips.

"Think about it," Meg continued, her tone warm and playful. "I showed up here unannounced, practically ambushed you in your own home. I mean, I quite literally grabbed you by the dick and dragged you to your bedroom." She raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a mischievous smile. "How on earth would it be fair for me to bluntly ignore your desires?"

Jeffrey's eyes widened, his mouth hanging slightly open as he struggled to process Meg's words. It was as if she was speaking a language he couldn't quite grasp, the meaning just beyond his reach. He blinked rapidly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Wait, what?" he stammered. "You mean... if I call you, you'd just... come over? And we'd... just like that?"

Jeffrey still looked dazed, as if he was trying to solve an impossible puzzle. His eyes darted around the room. Then his gaze returned to Meg, this vision of beauty draped in his oversized t-shirt, her chestnut hair framing her face like a halo.

"But... but that's not how it works," he mumbled, more to himself than to Meg. "In the games, in the anime... you have to unlock special events, gain affection points. You can't just... it can't be this easy."

Jeffrey's mumbling continued, his words tumbling out in a confused stream. "It's not just games... in movies, TV shows, everything. The woman only sleeps with the guy who's proved he's worth it. They have this... this biological programming to find the alpha male. They make men jump through hoops, prove themselves. They nag and withhold sex as punishment."

He ran a hand through his greasy hair, his eyes darting around nervously. "My friends are always complaining about women not putting out. It's a constant struggle. You can't just... message someone and fuck. That's not how it works."

Jeffrey's gaze finally settled back on Meg, his expression a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Women don't actually like sex, do they? They just... tolerate it to get what they want from men. Status, money, security. It's all a transaction."

Meg's jaw dropped as she listened to Jeffrey's rambling explanation. Her green eyes widened in disbelief, eyebrows climbing higher with each outlandish statement. She sat up abruptly, nearly causing Jeffrey to topple off the couch.

"Holy shit," Meg breathed, running a hand through her tousled chestnut waves. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you on about? Transaction? Kid, you are out of your goddamn mind."

She let out a burst of incredulous laughter, shaking her head. "I don't like sex? Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell do you think we've been doing all night? Playing monopoly?"

Meg stood up, pacing the cluttered living room as she gestured wildly. "And what exactly have you 'provided' so far, huh? Your stellar wit and charm? Your immaculate abode?" She kicked an empty energy drink can, sending it skittering across the floor.

"Jesus H. Christ on a bicycle," Meg continued, more amused than angry. "I don't remember ever hearing such backward logic in my entire life. What, did you learn about relationships from some rat in the sewer? Should’ve talked to a person…"

Jeffrey's eyes welled up with tears, his lower lip quivering slightly as he watched Meg pace around the room. His doughy body seemed to deflate, sinking further into the worn couch cushions. The harsh light from the television screen cast unflattering shadows across his acne-scarred face, emphasizing the hurt and confusion etched there.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "Don't leave angry. I... I want to see you again."

Meg stopped her pacing and turned to face him, her vibrant green eyes softening slightly at the sight of his distress. She let out a long, exasperated sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Man..." she muttered, shaking her head. "Your whole **** routine is getting tiresome already."

With a graceful movement, Meg returned to the couch, settling herself beside Jeffrey. She leaned back, her chestnut waves splaying across the cushions as she stared up at the water-stained ceiling.

"Come on, man," Meg said, her voice tinged with weariness. "We're adults. We can say things without a runaround and giggle fits." She turned her head to look at Jeffrey, her gaze direct and unwavering. "So yes, you can call me and ask for a fuck. Simple as that."

Meg's words hung in the air for a moment before her expression shifted. A deep frown creased her brow, her full lips turning downward. She sat up, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear as she regarded Jeffrey with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

"Just... just don't phrase it like that," Meg said, her voice softening. "Like, 'come and fuck.' Try a little romance, innuendo, anything. It's kinda icky if you ask too bluntly or dryly..."

She leaned back against the arm of the couch, her long legs stretching out across Jeffrey's lap. The oversized t-shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth thigh. Meg's green eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued.

"For example, you could text me something like 'I can't stop thinking about how amazing you felt last night. Want to come over and make some more memories?'" She raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Or maybe 'I've got a bottle of wine and some strawberries. Care to join me... ?'"

She shifted on the couch, her leg brushing against Jeffrey's thigh as she leaned in closer. "Maybe add some anticipation by texting, 'I've got a surprise waiting for you in my bedroom. Something silky, something lacy... want to come unwrap it?'"

Meg's fingers idly played with the hem of the oversized shirt as she spoke, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or if you're feeling particularly bold, you could try, 'I've been practicing some new moves. Care help me test?'"

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Her brow furrowed slightly as if wrestling with some internal debate. Meg bit her lower lip, her gaze distant as she seemed to mull over her words.

Meg's eyes refocused on Jeffrey. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face. She wriggled her leg a little, her foot brushing against his calf.

"Well, no, nevermind," Meg said. "I think I would actually find it hotter if you just blandly say 'fuck' and be as pervert and sleazy as possible..."

She bit her lip, her green eyes darkening with desire. "Yeah," Meg continued, her breathing quickening slightly. "Just text me something filthy. Tell me exactly what dirty things you want to do to me. Be crude. Be vulgar."

Meg's hand slid up her thigh, pushing the oversized shirt higher. "I want to feel like your personal slut," she purred. "Like I'm just a body for you to use however you want."

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jeffrey's ear. "Next time, don't even bother with pleasantries. Just send me a dick pic with the caption 'Get over here and sit on this.'"

Meg's fingers traced lazy circles on her inner thigh. "Or maybe... 'My balls are full. Come drain them, you little cum dumpster.'" She shivered with arousal at her own words.

"Oh, yes," Meg moaned softly. "Talk to me like I'm nothing but a set of holes for you to fuck... you could text me things like 'My cock is aching for your tight pussy' or 'I want to bend you over and fuck you senseless,'" Meg purred. She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. "Or maybe... 'Get your ass over here so I can stuff all your holes.'"

Her breathing quickened as she continued, "Oh! You could send me a picture of your bed with the caption 'This is where I'm going to ruin you tonight.' Or snap a pic of some rope with 'I've got plans for you, slut.'"

Meg's eyes gleamed with excitement as she continued, her voice growing husky with desire. "Yeah... I think this is it. So, text asking for a fuck and if you're crude enough, I'll probably come running. Or you can come to my house too... I do live nearby, after all."

Jeffrey's eyes widened in surprise. "You do? You live nearby?"

Meg's eyes widened slightly, realizing what she had let slip. "Oh... I didn't mean to tell you that yet. Well, whatever." She shrugged and leaned back, stretching out languidly on the couch.

Her oversized shirt rode up further, revealing the smooth expanse of her toned stomach. The soft curves of her hips peeked out from beneath the hem. Meg's chestnut hair fanned out around her face, framing her delicate features.

Jeffrey's gaze roamed over her form, taking in every detail. The elegant arch of her neck, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric, the long, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever.

"Wow, Meg," he breathed. "You're perfect."

Meg laughed, a musical sound that filled the room. "Yeah, I know I am," she said with a playful smirk. "But not because of this sex stuff."

She closed her eyes, relaxing into the cushions. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she basked in the peaceful moment, her body relaxed and her breathing slowed.

Jeffrey watched her, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest and the peaceful expression on her face. Unable to resist, he slowly leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat. With trembling hands, he gently pushed up the hem of her shirt, exposing her taut midriff.

Meg's eyes fluttered open at his touch, but she remained still, curious to see what he would do. Jeffrey lowered his head and pressed his lips to her belly button, planting a soft, reverent kiss on her warm skin. A small gasp escaped Meg's lips, encouraging him further.

Emboldened, Jeffrey trailed feather-light kisses up her stomach, savoring the silky texture of her skin. His lips brushed over her ribs, then along the soft swell of her breasts. Meg's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath his ministrations.

Jeffrey's kisses continued their journey upward, exploring the elegant column of her neck. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, and he lingered there, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Meg tilted her head, granting him better access.

Jeffrey pulled back, his blue eyes wide with intense emotion. "Oh Meg," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Please... you're more than I ever dreamed. Please, be my girlfriend. Be my cocksleeve, my breeding babe, my human livestock." His words tumbled out in a frenzied rush. "Let me impregnate you over and over again, non-stop. Please, be my girlfriend. Let me breed you."

Meg's eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly as Jeffrey's words washed over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, creating some distance between them as she processed his sudden, intense request.

"Whoa, Jeffrey," she said, her brow furrowing. "That's... a lot. I mean, we barely know each other. And the breeding thing? That's pretty ****, don't you think?"

Jeffrey's eyes shone with fervent desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Meg's collarbone. "Please, Meg," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've never felt this way before. You're everything I've ever wanted."

His kisses trailed up her neck, each one more urgent than the last. Meg shivered, caught between confusion and a surprising flicker of arousal. Jeffrey's hands roamed her body, reverent yet possessive.

"Be mine," he murmured against her skin. "Let me worship you, breed you, keep you full of my children always." His words were punctuated by passionate kisses along her jaw.

Meg's mind raced, torn between the intensity of the moment and the absurdity of his requests. She placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back. "Jeffrey, slow down," she said, her voice breathy. "What the hell."

But Jeffrey was lost in his fervor. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his longing and desperation into it. When they finally broke apart, both were panting.

"Please," he begged, his blue eyes swimming with unshed tears. "Be my girlfriend, my breeding mare, my everything. I'll take care of you, worship you, keep you constantly filled with my seed."

Meg bit her lip, a mix of emotions swirling within. Her eyes widened as she glanced down, noticing Jeffrey's exposed arousal mere inches from her body. "Wait, when did you take off your pants?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.

Jeffrey didn't answer, instead continuing his impassioned pleas as he pressed himself against her. "Please Meg," he murmured, his hips rocking slightly. "Be mine forever."

Meg shivered involuntarily as she felt his hardness rubbing against her most intimate area. Despite her mind's protests, her body responded to the stimulation. She bit her lip, trying to focus.

"Jeffrey, this is moving way too fast," she said, her breath catching. "We need to slow down and talk about this rationally."

Meg closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations coursing through her body. Jeffrey's impassioned words echoed in her mind as his hands roamed her curves.

"Please Meg," Jeffrey panted, his hips rocking more insistently. "Let me fill you with my seed, breed you over and over." His lips traced a fiery path along her neck. "Be my girlfriend, my personal cum dump, my breeding stock."

Meg shivered, her imagination running wild. Unbidden images flashed through her mind - her flat belly runned, swollen, as he took her from behind. She gasped as Jeffrey's length slid along her folds, teasing her entrance.

"Mark me…?" she heard herself whisper, shocking herself with the words. "Breed me, impregnate me, use me."

Jeffrey groaned, positioning himself at her entrance. "Yes, my beautiful broodmare," he growled. "I'll keep you constantly full, pregnant with litter after litter of my babies."

As he began to push inside, Meg's eyes flew open. "Wait," she said firmly, placing a hand on his chest. "This is insane. We need to stop and think about this."

Meg's breath caught as Jeffrey's words sent a shiver down her spine. Her mind raced with unbidden thoughts. What if she did say yes? What if she gave in to this primal, animalistic desire?

His hips rocked against her, his hardness teasing her entrance. Meg bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as pleasure coursed through her.

"Be my personal breeding stock," Jeffrey pleaded. "Let me use your body for its true purpose - to carry my offspring. I'll keep you constantly pregnant, your womb never empty."

Meg gasped as Jeffrey's words sent electric shivers through her body. Her mind spun, overwhelmed by conflicting desires and rational thoughts. The feeling of his hardness pressing against her most intimate areas was intoxicating, clouding her judgment.

"Oh Jeffrey," she moaned, her hips involuntarily rocking against him. "This is crazy, we barely know each other..."

But her body betrayed her words, arching into his touch. Jeffrey's hands roamed her curves, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. His lips found that sensitive spot on her neck, and Meg's eyes fluttered closed as waves of sensation washed over her.

"Please Meg," Jeffrey panted, his voice thick with need. "Be mine, let me breed you, fill you with my children..."

The intensity of the moment swept Meg away. Before she could fully process her words, they tumbled from her lips:

"Yes! Yes, fine, I'll be your girlfriend!"

Jeffrey froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You... you will?"

"Yes, but I won't be your personal livestock," Meg added quickly, trying to regain some control.

"Oh shit, you accept?" Jeffrey's voice was filled with awe. "Oh my god, oh yeah!"

Without warning, he surged forward, burying himself inside her with one powerful thrust. Meg cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Jeffrey began moving immediately, his hips pistoning at a frantically pace, driving into Meg with unbridled passion. His thick length stretched and filled her completely, eliciting a symphony of gasps and moans from her parted lips. The couch creaked rhythmically beneath them as Jeffrey's powerful thrusts rocked their bodies.

"Oh... oh !" Meg cried out, her back arching off the cushions. She clutched at Jeffrey's shoulders, her nails digging into his soft flesh. "Jeffrey, wait... Did you hear…"

But her protests were cut short by another deep thrust that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. Jeffrey's hands roamed her curves, kneading her breasts and caressing her thighs as he continued his relentless pace.

"Yes, Meg, yes," he panted, his eyes glazed with lust. "You're mine now. All mine to breed and fill."

Meg shook her head, trying to clear the fog of arousal clouding her mind. "No, Jeffrey," she gasped between moans. "I only... mmm... only said yes to... oh !... to being your girlfriend!"

Her words were punctuated by cries of pleasure as Jeffrey angled his hips, hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. Meg's legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him even deeper.

"Not the... oh fuck!... not the breeding part!" she managed to cry out.

"Oh, oh yeah!" Jeffrey grunted, his hips pistoning uncontrollably. "So tight, so hot... You're mine now, Meg! All mine to breed and fill!" He growled, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied.

Meg's head swam with pleasure as she clutched at the couch cushions. Jeffrey's words, while not what she'd hoped for, sent shivers down her spine. His thick length stretched and filled her in ways that were both uncomfortable and exhilarating. Her body betrayed her as it responded to his primal possession, her inner walls clenching around him unbidden.

"Jeffrey," she gasped between moans, "I..."

Her words trailed off as Jeffrey angled his hips again, sending her over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. Meg arched her back and cried out loudly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Jeffrey growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening painfully as he followed her over the edge. He pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as they lay entangled on the couch, their bodies still joined together. Meg's mind raced with confusion and disbelief at what just transpired.

As their breathing slowed, Meg and Jeffrey lay entangled on the couch, their bodies still intimately connected. The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of a clock and the distant hum of traffic outside.

Meg's mind whirled with conflicting emotions. The intensity of their encounter left her feeling both satiated and bewildered. She gazed up at Jeffrey, taking in his flushed face and disheveled hair. His blue eyes, usually so eager, now held a hint of uncertainty.

"Meg," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was... incredible."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. Jeffrey leaned down, pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss to her lips. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted sharply with the frenzied passion of moments before.

As they separated, Jeffrey's expression grew sheepish. "I, uh... I should probably go clean up," he mumbled, gesturing vaguely towards the bathroom. "Do you want to join me?"

Meg shook her head, offering a small smile. "No, I think I'll stay here for a bit. You go ahead."

Jeffrey nodded, carefully extricating himself from their tangled limbs. He padded towards the bathroom, his doughy form disappearing around the corner. Soon, the sound of running water filled the apartment.

Left alone on the couch, Meg stared up at the ceiling, her mind reeling. The events of the past hour played on repeat in her head, a dizzying carousel of passion, confusion, and regret. She could still feel the ghost of Jeffrey's touch on her skin, the echo of his **** pleas in her ears.

She sat up slowly. Her eyes fell on the discarded clothing strewn across the floor - her elegant blouse crumpled beside Jeffrey's stained t-shirt. The juxtaposition seemed to perfectly encapsulate the surreal nature of their encounter.

Meg's fingers traced absentmindedly over her flat stomach as her mind wandered. She thought back to his frenzied words - "breeding stock," "personal cum dump," "constantly pregnant." At the time, caught up in the heat of the moment, a part of her had thrilled at the intensity of his desire. But now, in the harsh light of day, those same words filled her with a mix of embarrassment and unease.

It had all happened so fast. One minute they were talking, the next... Meg shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. She remembered Jeffrey's impassioned plea for her to be his girlfriend, to let him breed her. She realized with that in her confused, aroused state, her mind had presented a false dichotomy - breeding stock or girlfriend. Now, with clarity returning, it was painfully obvious she could have simply refused both options.

Meg buried her face in her hands, cheeks burning with embarrassment. How could she have been so foolish? The passionate haze that had clouded her judgment was rapidly dissipating, leaving behind a gnawing sense of regret.

She glanced towards the bathroom, where the sound of running water continued. Jeffrey was in there, likely giddy with excitement over their new "relationship." The thought made Meg's stomach churn uneasily.

She stood up on shaky legs, wincing slightly at the now familiar ache between her thighs. As she began gathering her scattered clothing, her mind raced. Should she tell Jeffrey it was all a mistake? That she'd spoken without thinking? The idea of that conversation filled her with dread.

Meg paused, her blouse clutched tightly in her hands. She could already imagine Jeffrey's crestfallen expression, his eager blue eyes filling with hurt and confusion. After what they'd just shared, it would be unbelievably awkward to take back her words now.

As Meg stood there, clutching her blouse, a chilling realization crept over her. She had willingly entangled herself with a man she barely knew, one who had revealed alarming obsessions and desires. The weight of her impulsive decision settled on her like a lead blanket.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she realized the full implications of her situation. She had essentially handcuffed herself to this man, this creature of base instincts and uncontrollable urges. At any moment, he could emerge from the bathroom and overpower her, using his bulk to pin her down and take what he now saw as rightfully his. She had walked right into his lair, offering herself up on a silver platter.

The thought should have terrified her. It should have sent her fleeing from the apartment, dignity be damned. But to Meg's shock and confusion, she felt a forbidden thrill course through her body. Her heart raced, but not from fear. A familiar heat bloomed low in her belly, spreading outward in tingling waves.

Meg grasped the hem of the oversized t-shirt she wore. She pulled it over her head in one motion, leaving her completely bare. With tentative steps, she padded towards the bathroom. Steam billowed out as she eased the door open. Jeffrey's silhouette was visible through the frosted glass of the shower door.