… you awaken.

”Alright sleepy head, lets head to the mall. We need to get you an x-change xtra pill for you to go into hiding.” Carl said, slapping your naked rounded ass.

“Can you fuck me again before we go out. It helps control the urges,” you pout, your pussy already wet at the mere mention of sex. “Can you fuck me doggy style. I think thats my favourite position. It makes me feel… controlled and that really turns me on,”

Carl smirks, his cock already twitching at the thought of plunging into your wetness. “Sure, but lets make it quick. We don’t have all day!” He says, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“It’s sunday. We do have all day. But I get it,” you positioned yourself on all fours. A month as a woman. Maybe you should take a bimbo pill. It was more fun. And you liked it… more. The urges, the constant horniness… yeah. A bimbo pill! Maybe a breeder pill too. That would be the best!

With a hungry growl, Carl grabbed your hips and aligned his cock with your entrance. The head of his dick nudged at your folds, which were already swollen and begging for him. He didn’t waste any time and thrust into you, filling you up in one swift motion. You moaned loudly, the sensation of his length stretching you out from behind never got old. Maybe a breeder pill.. nine months. Hiding out as a pregnant mom. The criminals after would never suspect youd hide out like that.

But you wished you could stay like this. Being so small and large breasted, so submissive was more exciting and fulfilling than you’d ever dreamed. You felt so **** and weak and it heightened the sense of femininity to another level. It made this all so incredibly hot. But only Luke had the black market pills that would change you so extremely.

The bedroom was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Carl pounded into you. You could feel every inch of him, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through your tiny female body, your huge breasts bouncing. You reached back with one hand to spread your ass cheeks further apart, giving him deeper access. You felt his balls slap against your clit, the sensation making you even wetter. The thought of taking a breeder pill was so tempting. You’d be safe for months, swollen with his child, your mind a happy haze of motherhood.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy!” you begged, your voice echoing off the walls. The words slipped out of your mouth so naturally, a testament to how deeply the transformation and your dreams of maternity had affected you. Carl complied, gripping your hips tighter and increasing his pace, his own desires fueling his movements. The headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust, the room vibrating with the intensity of your passion.

You kindof knew you were not thinking properly. Your needs and desires were being manipulated by the bimbo pill you were on. Probably it would be better to make this decision with a clear and rational head. But you really wanted to stay like this and be a mommy. “Fill my womb up Carl…”