Breeding Diary and Pregnancy Tests

Bread performed a song about reading a girl's diary underneath a tree. You did the same, only the diary you found was much more interesting. When you opened your Asian beauty's backpack, you were treated not to the familiar site of art supplies, a common site on an art school campus, but instead to a rather different assortment of goods.

What stood out to you first was the big box of pregnancy tests. Now, perhaps it might have been reasonable to find a single box hidden in her things, but who on earth buys pregnancy kits by the costo load? There must have been a hundred such kits in there.

Next you found a book on tips to getting pregnant. It was the usual sort of junk like pointing out which foods increase fertility and which are natural birth control methods. You had once wondered if such books were psuedo-science. You took a look at this book for a moment, but stopped when you found slightly more interesting reading material in the backpack.

It was a large red leather bound notebook. On the front was a tag that said two words in a sugary girlish hand writing. And what was inside of the diary? On the first page there was a cycle chart mapped out to the day. Statics mentioned on the page said she'd been mapping herself for an entire year. After that came the real meat. The story of what she was doing, what she wanted. You hungrily feasted your eyes on the pages, all the while, your cock stiffening at the thought of her trademark tight little belly shirt straining against a swollen belly.