4 months later, slowly remembering

Jake is a nice guy. He fucks you often, and always fills you up with that beautifull white stuff his dicky can make. You wished your little puffy hole was always as creamy as when Jake was done with you.

But although you like it when Jake fucks you silly, you know something isn't right. But like, you just aren't smart enough to figure out what it is. You're Ashley, Jakes cute slavegirl. But sometimes you're not. Sometimes you dream about having a Dickey of your own, about having a flat tummy. But that's dumb. You don't have a dicky. You're a girl. You take them up in one of your holes.

Jake sais you're going to have a baby, and you know Jake is like so much smarter than you. And he sais you're okay. But you know you're not.

Thinking about it hurts. Like your back. Having a baby isn't nice. You're fat and ugly. And you can't pretend to be breeding while having sex. You like roleplay, but now you're really, like, pregnant. You can't pretend to become it when you have sex.

So, like, maybe that's what bothering you. You should have more sex.