The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

On the surface it looked like any other office. And at one point, it had been. Just a place where people toiled away for 40 hours a week. A place where people had aspirations and career goals. If you had asked anyone there what they would want to be in 5 years, all would have answered the same: climbing the corporate ladder. But then it had arrived, surging through the air like radiation. No one suspected that it would change everything, least of all Alexis. This is her story.

Everyone had noticed the strange air, but shrugged it off as a bad air filter in the ducts. I had just started working here about six months ago, so I didn’t even know who to talk to about the strange phenomenon anyway. It was best to keep my nose to the grindstone and keep working.

My salary was significantly higher. than my last job, though a bit more challenging. Most importantly, the job wasn’t as demeaning of a work culture. I can still remember when I went to a black tie corporate gala event with my old boss last year. He insisted that all the women in the office wear dresses that were so tight and low cut, it practically left nothing to the imagination. He said it would be good for building relationships with customers. I had quit two weeks later, my pride intact.

Besides the strange air, the office wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My boss was really nice and supportive, and I quickly became friends with a few of the other girls in the department. We hung out outside the office and commiserated with one another.

Lately, we had gossiped ad nauseum about a temp agent in our office. Within the first week of me starting the job, someone found her getting fucked in the copy room by an intern. She had been issued a stern warning, but had not been let go. Now months later, she sported a huge pregnant belly. She spent the majority of the day rubbing at her stomach, forgetting to answer phone calls or deliver the mail to each cubicle. I had even heard her getting off in one of the bathroom stalls the other week, moaning like a damn cow. She was precisely the kind of woman that I didn’t want to become. Knocked up and stupid. An embarrassment to our gender.

As I walked through the door of my own cubicle and sat down at my desk, I felt the strange energy. That feeling of sudden and unexplained vertigo. My head ached slightly. Probably just the stress. I reached for a bottle of Tylenol and took a couple pills.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Alexis, and I’m 23 years old. I have an hourglass body shape. I have long legs that men admire and a tight butt from doing squats at the gym. My breasts are C-cups, but I try to hide them as much as possible. I’ve been told many times by men they’re perfect and I should let them free once in a while, but I don’t want to be labeled a slut. It’s already embarrassing that I have “baby making hips”. Drunk men at bars often said I would be a perfect housewife. I’m not some whore that is going to get knocked up like that temp agent. I’m better than that.

Then there’s my hair. It’s naturally blonde, but I dye it dark brown because people think blondes are airheads. I have long straight hair that falls past my shoulders. It’s usually tied up neatly in a bun.

I started responding to an email and felt a surge of energy. My head once again fogged up for a split second and then cleared. I heard someone knock lightly at my cubicle entrance. I turned around in my chair and saw my boss, Mr. Smith, smiling broadly at me. I stood up and greeted him.

“Hi Mr. Smith, how are you?”

He was wearing a suit, as usual. He smiled at me and said, “Fine thank you, Alexis! Working hard I hope!”

His voice seemed to crackle through the air, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He was tall and broad-shouldered and he wore his dark hair slicked back. My eyes were drawn to the strong line of his jaw. His skin was olive toned and he had the most piercing green eyes I’d ever seen. I quickly reprimanded myself internally. This is your boss! Stop acting like a doe-eyed school girl!

“Is there anything I can help you with today, Mr. Smith?”

“Yes actually. I was thinking that you could start wearing something a bit more....flattering at the office.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. I blushed and stammered.

“What do you mean? Is there something wrong with what I wear now?” I looked down at my frumpy blouse and loose khakis.

He chuckled. “I just think you’ll feel better if you show off a little skin, you know? You are such a beautiful woman after all.”

The air seemed to crackle with magic again. Another shiver shot down my spine.

“What...feel better?” I asked in a daze. My words were slow and slurred. What was happening?

“Just take my word for it. You’re stunning. I bet all the guys in the office would love to see you in a mini skirt or a blouse that showed off some cleavage.”

My heart was beating fast and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man was my boss! I had never even thought about showing him my breasts. But I had to admit, the idea of showing off my breasts and hips around the office was starting to seem more appealing. In the back of my mind, a voice was screaming at me that this was the same behavior my old boss displayed. But that voice was being muffled by fog clouds drifting in my head.

“Well, I guess that wouldn’t hurt,” I admitted reluctantly. The fog in my head seemed to wrap around my brain, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as I agreed to his request.

He gave me a soft smile and nodded, “Good. I expect you to have a new look tomorrow! And to help you out, here’s the company credit card. Feel free to do some clothes shopping.”

I stared at the card in disbelief.

“Really? Oh wow, thanks!” I exclaimed. Sure, the request was weird, but getting clothes for free was not an opportunity to pass up.

He laughed and patted my shoulder, “See you tomorrow then.” He walked out of my cubicle.

His touch had left a hint of cologne on my blouse. The smell entered my nostrils and joined the happy fog that still drifted through my head. I hurriedly gathered my purse and coat and headed towards the stairwell. Once I was out of the building, I leaned against a nearby wall and took a deep breath. What had just happened? I looked down and saw my nipples stiffening at the memory of being complimented.

I really was beautiful. I’d always been told I was attractive, but hearing it from my boss... well that was something else entirely. I suddenly missed him and wished he was still standing beside me. I wondered what he was doing right now. He’d probably be in meetings all day, his powerful voice echoing in his office. He would then drive home, probably to his wife. I smiled to myself as I imagined him getting intimate with her. He must have been fucking her as often as he could.

I shook my head clear of those perverse thoughts and got out my phone. I navigated to a sexy boutique website and spent the next several hours buying revealing clothes and some lingerie. I kept telling myself that it was for work and that this was completely normal. But as I shopped, I couldn’t help but feel the electricity coursing through my snatch.

When I got home I tried on everything. I found a cute little number that came down to my mid thigh and was only held up by a thin strap over my right shoulder. I slipped it on and admired myself in the mirror. I had never worn anything so daring in public before. I touched my bare skin, running my fingers along my inner thighs and down between my legs. I shivered at the sensation.

I then put on a pair of red heels and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I lifted my skirt up high and posed for myself. I bent forward, thrusting my chest out and pushing my boobs together. I pinched my nipples and ran my hands over my flat stomach.

God, I was hot! Why hadn’t I ever desired to show the world my beauty? I looked at myself in the full length mirror, then picked up a tube of lipstick and applied it to my lips. I let my hair fall free from its bun and applied some lip gloss and mascara. Looking back over my shoulder, I noticed a pair of panties peeking out from under my dresser.

They were lacy and sheer. I bought them for myself for Valentine’s Day last year. I’d been dating a guy at the time and I thought it would be fun to surprise him with something sexy. I hadn’t told him I was going to wear them, but he’d definitely noticed. I giggled at the memory. He’d been staring at my ass the entire evening and I had caught him looking at my panties every time I bent over. I figured he’d finally gotten the hint after that, but apparently not.

I gently slid them up onto my hips and wrapped them around my waist. I slipped them up over my butt. They were a bit tighter than last time I had worn them. Odd. Had my ass gotten bigger? I shrugged. A bigger ass would just make me more attractive in these new clothes!

I giggled at the thought and undressed. I decided to take a long bath. Well...at least that was the intention. Soon, my hands found themselves roaming to my snatch. I rubbed my clit and fingered myself furiously, moaning loudly as I came. It had been at least 2 months since I last masturbated...But a girl needs a release once in a blue moon!

I fell asleep in the tub and woke up an hour later to drag myself to bed.

Part 2

In the morning, I hurriedly applied makeup and put on my new dress. I was so excited to see Mr. Smith! I craved his approval and his glorious scent.

As I walked through the doors of my office, I felt a rush of excitement and nerves. Would he notice? Was he watching me? Or was he in the middle of another meeting with one of his clients? Several women looked at me with judgmental looks. The men stared at me with primal hunger in their eyes. The attention felt good. My nipples stiffened from their gazes.

I continued down the corridor, passing by one of the office windows. I saw him sitting there, talking on the phone. His eyes met mine. He smiled, which resulted in a rush of warmth to my pussy. He beckoned me inside and hung up the phone.

“Alexis! How are you doing today?”

“I’m good Mr. Smith,” I replied.

“You look great! The new clothes are suiting you splendidly!” He reached out and squeezed my arm playfully, causing another rush of energy to shoot down my body. The air hung heavy with... whatever that strange fog-inducing magic was. It seemed to almost swirl around Mr. Smith. I was starting to suspect he was the source of it, but I was surprised to find that the thought didn’t disturb me.

“Thank you Mr. Smith,” I said. It came out breathy and more flirtatious than I intended.

We chatted for a minute about the weather and how things were going outside the office. I couldn’t help but notice he kept glancing at my figure, his eyes drinking me in. I blushed a little, hoping he liked what he was seeing.

“There is one thing I wanted to ask you about,” Mr. Smith said.

“Oh yes?” I asked.

He sat back in his chair and raised his arms above his head, stretching out his back. He looked at me and said, “Well, we were supposed to have a photo shoot yesterday, but the model didn’t show up. We need to get it done today, or we are gonna lose a bunch of money.”

“A photo shoot?” I asked.

He nodded and said, “Yes. We have this company brochure that’s going to be printed and distributed to our customers. It shows pictures of some of our “employees” working. It is marketing material that helps at corporate events. The problem is, we don’t have any models who can come in today.” He smiled at me and said, “That means it’ll be up to you!”

I froze, my mind racing.

“Me?” I asked.

He gave a chuckle and said, “Don’t worry Alexis. It’s kind of fun to be in a photo shoot.”

“Kind of...fun,” I muttered, the fog growing thicker in my head.

You’ll be fine. And besides, you’re a natural beauty. Just look at you!”

I could hardly believe my ears.

“Um...sure!” I said. “Whatever you need, Mr. Smith.”

Mr. Smith laughed and then said, “Oh! Just one more thing. The model was blonde, so you’ll need to dye your hair. Hope that’s OK? It would really make me happy.”

My heart began pounding in my chest. Blondes looked dumb though, right? But if Mr. Smith wanted it...and more importantly, if it made him happy, then what did it matter what I thought?

“No problem,” I said, smiling at him.

He looked at me and said, “Great. There’s a hairdresser waiting in the conference room. She can take care of you.”

I followed him into the conference room. The young lady he’d sent in was obviously a professional. She was preparing her materials carefully and looked like she was all business. She had short blonde hair and had a very pretty face. When she saw me, she smiled.

“Hi Alexis. I’m Kelly.”

“Hi Kelly,” I said.

She looked me up and down and exclaimed, “Wow! I’ve never seen anyone look so good in business attire before!”

I blushed and thanked her nervously.

Kelly pulled out a bottle of dye and a pair of gloves. She put on latex gloves and handed me the bottle of dye. “This is the color we’ll be doing today.”

My heart was racing. The color read “Bimbo Blonde”.

“You’ll look great!” Kelly said.

Seeing my face, Kelly laughed and said, “You’ll be perfect! It’s just a silly brand name anyway.” She popped open the cap and began pouring the dye into my hair. The smell made me gag a little, but after a moment it wasn’t so bad. She started rubbing it in and I closed my eyes. It felt so relaxing. Soon my thoughts grew slow and my eyes became heavy. Before I knew it, I was dozing off.

While I snoozed, images of me having sex with my boss flooded my mind. I dreamed I had his cock in my mouth. I saw him sliding his big cock into my tight white pussy, his balls slapping against my big ass as he pumped his cum into me. His cum felt so good and warm. It would be so nice to just let him fuck me and...

I felt a slight pressure on my leg and opened my eyes to see Kelly holding a mirror out to me. I gasped. I looked like a complete slut! My hair was bright blonde and my makeup had been redone while I had slept. I had heavy pink lipstick. My lips looked even plumper now somehow and my eyes had heavy eyeliner.

Kelly smiled at me and said, “Wow Alexis! You look amazing!”

I tried to calm my breathing and said, “Thanks Kelly.” It wasn’t my normal look, but I couldn’t help but admit that I looked damn sexy. Maybe a little slutty, but that’s not that bad, right?

I left the room and saw Mr. Smith standing outside his office. “Alexis! You look amazing! Let’s get you to the shoot!”

I followed him out and down the hallway. I looked at his firm behind and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have my hands on it. Memories of my dreams played in my head on a loop. My body felt hot with desire.

The room was filled with people. There was a photographer and three women. All of them were dressed in sexy business casual attire. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that I looked sexier than all of them. Mr. Smith introduced me to everyone and they all smiled at me.

“OK, Alexis, it’s time to get started.” He smiled at me and said, “Are you ready?”

I nodded and said, “Yeah! Let’s do it!”

The next few hours were filled with poses and commands from the photographer. I didn’t really understand why I had to push my tits together sometimes, or bend over so often, but I took it in stride. The photographer kept complimenting me, saying I had the best ass he’d ever seen. The comment would have sent me into a rage a couple days ago. Now, I just giggled and thanked him for the compliment.

About an hour later, I began to feel lightheaded. My whole body tingled. I was going to need to take another “bath” tonight to relieve myself. The air in the building felt electrical. My thoughts felt cloudy. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, but I had to hold off and not do it in the middle of a crowded room! I may look like a slut, but I wasn’t going to go that far! Maybe I could find a quiet bathroom stall and...

“Alexis! Look over here! Can you show us that pose again?”

I did as he asked and smiled flirtatiously for the camera. I leaned forward, my breasts almost spilling out of my top. It was at that moment that Mr. Smith entered the room. He beamed at me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re doing great Lexxi.”

As he uttered the name “Lexxi”, my world tilted. I looked up at him and saw his eyes burning into me. I felt hot. I felt wet. My pussy throbbed and I could feel my juices dripping down between my legs. I let out a small moan.

“Meet me in my office before you go home.” He turned and left the room.

I stared after him, feeling dizzy.

After several minutes I regained my composure and went to see Mr. Smith. I found him in his office, sitting behind his desk.

“Mr. Smith,” I said.

He looked up at me and said, “You did wonderful today! I think the photos will turn out great.”

He walked over to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. He let his hand travel down until it rested on my hip. He moved his fingers just slightly, massaging my skin. I trembled a bit and watched him intently.

I leaned in closer to him and said, “Thank you Mr. Smith.”

He chuckled and said, “No, thank you! You saved the day. And, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you are way more attractive than the original model.”

I blushed and said, “Really?”

He smiled at me and said, “Absolutely! I mean, you’re a natural beauty. I wish I had a wife like you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Wife?” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes growing dark. “Yes. I never married. Though I wear a ring because it’s good for my image. People like a loyal husband figure more than a playboy.” His hands roamed down to my ass and gave it a squeeze. He dipped his fingers between my thighs and pressed them firmly against my cunt.

I gasped and stared at him. “I never knew!” My heart raced. Images of the two of us getting married flew through my head. Especially images of me getting railed on my wedding night, his cock pumping in and out of me...

“I...” I stuttered, “I have always wondered...if it’s not too forward...if you wanted to...” I let my gaze drop down his pants.

He grinned at me and said, “Always. I chose you for a reason, Lexxi.”

I felt a rush of pride. I didn’t know what I was being chosen for, but it felt good to be wanted by this man. I giggled and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard. I watched as it grew longer and thicker. I immediately felt myself get wetter. I sank to my knees and wrapped my plump lips around his cock. I sucked on the head, feeling his hot precum on my tongue.

I felt his hand on my cheek. He guided my head further down onto his cock. I took him deeper into my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more and more of him into my mouth. My long, blonde hair swished with the movement. He moaned, grabbing my hair tightly.

His grip on my hair got tighter. I stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at him. He was staring down at me, his eyes wide.

“Shit!” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna cum!” I gagged a little as his thick load shot down my throat. He grabbed my head and held it in place, pumping more and more of his cum into my mouth. I swallowed his cum greedily. I had never given head like this before, like some sort of slut. But with Mr. Smith, it felt right. Natural. It didn’t hurt that his cum tasted delicious.

When he finally released my hair, I stood back up and wiped my mouth. He patted me on the head and said, “You’re a natural talent.”

I smiled at him and said, “Thank you sir.”

He looked at me with a smirk and said, “I’m looking forward to tomorrow, my little Lexxi.”

I giggled and said, “What do you mean, Mr. Smith? What are we going to do?” I twirled my finger coyly in my hair.

He smiled at me and said, “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you suck me off again tomorrow. Or more...”

I nodded eagerly. I needed to taste his cum again...or even better, have his cum fill my needy pussy. He grinned at me and then gathered his things and left.

After making myself look presentable, I headed home. My mouth tasted like Mr. Smith. My body radiated heat, especially around my tits and hips. That night, my dreams were filled with images of fucking Mr. Smith. Being his wife. Cooking his meals. The last dream I remembered before waking up to my alarm shook me to my core. In the dream, I looked down to see a massive pregnant belly. MY pregnant belly. It was barely covered by a tight blouse. The babies inside me kicked. I looked up again, this time seeing Mr. Smith standing in front of me. He placed his hands on my stomach.

In that moment, all of my past reservations about being a mother faded away. Getting knocked up wasn’t a sign of weakness. It wasn’t a sign of being a slut. It was the ultimate gift a woman possessed. It was also her duty.

Part 3

My eyes fluttered open from sleep and I smiled dreamily. If Mr. Smith truly loved me, then he would give me a baby. Babies if I had my way. I was 23. I had time for at least ten before I was 35. I was already starting to think of names. Pink bubblegum fog wafted in my head pleasantly.

I rolled over to check my phone and noticed something odd. My tits had gotten bigger. A lot bigger. I stood up and walked to my mirror. Sure enough, my tits were larger than ever. They stretched out my bra, giving me cleavage I didn’t know I had. I unclasped the bra and watched them jiggle to a stop. They were probably a G-cup if I had to guess. “Guess I’m going braless today!” I giggled.

My hips had also gotten wider. I looked like a fertility idol. It was as if my body had fully accepted my new desire to become a full-time knocked up housewife. I rubbed my stomach in anticipation. It was flat and toned...for now.

I slipped on a pair of black yoga pants and a pink tank top. They were the only articles of clothing that somewhat fit the new me. My boobs threatened to split the fabric of the tank top. My ass was stretching the yoga pants to their limits. Perfect! I couldn’t wait to show off these curves to Mr. Smith.

I left my apartment and headed to work. As I entered the building, everyone stopped and stared at me. I couldn’t blame them. I certainly looked sexier than anyone else in the place. I strutted down the hallways, smiling at everyone. I noticed some of the women also wore sexier clothing. Some even appeared to have had a growth spurt with their tits and asses as well. Their stares were more envious than judgmental. I felt happy for them. Looking sexy was a woman’s job! Well, that and getting knocked up by a strong man of course.

I glanced around for Mr. Smith, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I checked his office and it was empty. I headed to my cubicle and sat down at my computer. I started browsing sexy maternity clothes.

It was almost lunch time when Mr. Smith came into my cubicle. He leaned against the wall and gave me an approving nod, which made me stick out my chest further. He was wearing a black button up shirt and black slacks. His black tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked very sexy. And verile.

I bit my lip and said, “Good morning Mr. Smith.”

“Morning Lexxi.” He said. He smiled as he glanced at my screen. “Thinking ahead already?”

I blushed and said, “Yeah, I think I might need a bigger wardrobe soon.”

He smirked and gestured to my tits. “I think you need a bigger wardrobe now.”

I stood up from the desk and faced him. He hefted my huge tits in his hands and let out a low whistle.

I bit my bottom lip and said, “I think I know what I can help you with, sir.” I caressed the crotch of his pants, smiling seductively.

With a growl, he pushed me against the desk and kissed me passionately. His tongue entered my mouth and my tongue eagerly met his. He pressed me down onto the desk. He pulled down my pants and underwear, struggling slightly against my big ass. He tugged down his pants, letting his cock free. My pussy flooded as I felt his hard cock press against my bare mound. I reached between us and stroked his shaft. I moaned softly as his dick jerked with excitement. He slid his cock into my cunt slowly, inch by inch. He grunted with pleasure as my wet cunt squeezed him. I watched as his hips pumped faster and faster.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him tight. “Oh yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Mr. Smith!”

“Call me Master,” he growled with primal lust. The words crackled with a magical energy that dove straight into my brain.

He began pounding me fiercely. I threw my head back and screamed, not caring that the whole office knew I was a slut getting railed at work. I squeezed my pussy down on him, pulling him as deep as possible. He was so hard and thick. He kept going faster and faster, like he could fuck forever.

“Lexxi...” He grunted. “Will you marry me?”

I froze. I stared into his eyes, my mouth agape. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious? He was going to ask me to marry him? My stomach fluttered. This was a dream come true!

“Master,” I stammered. “Really?".

He grinned, pushing himself deeper into my cunt. “I chose you, Lexxi. I could have had any woman in this office, but you were special. I knew deep down how much you wanted to be a mother. To have children. You tried to deny it. You told everyone how children ruined a woman’s career. You judged pregnant women. But we both know what you truly want. It just had to be...unlocked. Now you can live your best life...with me. Let me give you what you desire!”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. After a few moments, I finally managed to say, “Master...I...Yes! Marry me! Oh god please yes!”

He smiled and began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. His hips banged against mine, making loud slapping noises. We both moaned loudly, our bodies shaking with lust. A swirl of energy exploded out from Master and radiated out into every corner of the office. I could hear other moans from different cubicles, as women found men to fuck. I hoped for their sake that the company maternity policy was good.

I gripped the edge of my desk and used it to help me ride him. He grabbed my hips and fucked me even harder. I cried out and began to cum. I clung tightly to Master as my pussy spasmed around his cock.

“FUCK!” I shouted. “YES! FUCK ME MASTER! KNOCK ME UP! GET ME PREGNANT!”

Master roared and slammed his cock as far into my pussy as possible. His balls slapped against my ass as he emptied his seed deep inside me. I could somehow feel his sperm finding their marks. My eyes rolled back in pleasure with the knowledge that I was well and truly bred.

I collapsed onto the desk and let out a long sigh, rubbing my stomach. “Thank you, Master!”

He smiled at me and said, “I guess it’ll be fine that you are knocked up at our wedding.”

I laughed and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Master.”

Epilogue

9 months later

I woke up from a horny sleep. As usual, my dreams were filled with serving my Master. Sucking, fucking, and breeding in positions most had never even thought of. I was curled up in bed, naked. My belly was massively swollen; my breasts were engorged and had a network of blue veins; My nipples had grown even more and now had beads of milk on the ends. I rolled over and noticed the clock beside my bed read 9:30 AM. It was Saturday morning, and I had slept in late. I rubbed my belly and sighed. I felt like I was carrying quintuplets...but it was only triplets. Maybe next time...

I swung my feet off the edge of the bed and waddled towards the bathroom. I was still having trouble moving my large belly around. I had gained weight since getting pregnant, but I didn’t mind. Pregnancy made me feel sexy. My libido had certainly gone through the roof, much to my master’s delight.

The water in the shower was lukewarm, so I cranked it hotter. I stepped under the stream of hot water and felt my skin begin to tingle. I lathered my long blonde hair and let the soap suds run down my curvy body. I felt my pussy throbbing. I grabbed a washcloth and tried to rub it along my swollen pussy. However, my giant pregnant belly prevented me from reaching. I moaned in frustration. I heard footsteps from outside the bathroom.

“Hey babe.” Master said. He sounded sleepy.

“Hi Master.” I replied. “Care to join me?”

He chuckled and said, “Sure.” He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower. He joined me under the warm spray, pressing his muscular body against mine. We kissed passionately, though with some difficulty due to my huge stomach. Master grabbed my breasts and started to rub my nipples roughly. He put one to his mouth and began to suckle. I moaned as I felt my milk spray into his waiting mouth.

“Mmm...that feels good, Master” I said. “But I think my pussy needs more attention.”

Master smiled and said, “You mean like this?” He turned me around and lifted my leg high in the air. He took his cock and pushed against my pussy lips. He thrust deeply into me until his pubic hairs brushed against my swollen clit. I let out a moan. He began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. The feeling was incredible. He was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. He picked up speed, fucking me harder and faster.

“Fuck me harder Master! Please!” I pleaded.

Master obliged. He pounded into me, grunting each time his balls slapped against my ass. He held my leg up in the air as he continued to fuck me. I could feel my muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved inside me. I was nearing my limit. I was about to cum. I arched my back and cried out, “Ohhh Master! Please fill me up! Fill me up with your sperm!”

Master grunted and let out a growl. He shot his load deep within me. Warm goo pulsed into my womb as he rammed his cock in and out of me. “Ohhhhh, Master. I wish I could get pregnant twice. It feels so good when you come in me.”

Master chuckled. “At this rate, we’re already going to have 15 kids. Better not push it.”

I let out a giggle and said coyly, “Only 15?”

He winked at me and said, “Let’s make it 20.”

I smiled and said, “We should probably get to the church, Master. We have a ceremony to attend.”

The wedding march started to play. Holding my bouquet of flowers, I smiled and walked down the aisle. My white wedding dress had been altered many times, but it still clung like latex to my enormous ass and big tits. I had finally given up with the belly on the dress, and had the seamstress remove the middle entirely. My giant belly preceded me down the aisle. Several people gawked, but out of the corner of my eye I could swear that some women were touching their own stomachs. Many women from the office were there as well, contentedly stroking pregnant bellies. Even here in the church, magic energy seemed to radiate in the air. I had long since stopped thinking about it.

The old me would have seen a bride with a giant pregnant belly as a whore. A stupid knocked up slut who couldn’t keep her legs closed before her wedding night. But today, I was proud to display my pregnant belly for all to see. It was evidence that I was serving my master as a woman before I was even bound by marriage. I was doing my job in triplicate.

We exchanged vows. Master vowed to keep me knocked up for as long as possible. He vowed to try to keep up with my sex drive and to provide us with a home and wealth. Tears started welling up in my eyes.

It was then my turn. “Master, I promise to be an obedient wife, a loving mother, and a fertile incubator for your babies. You are my everything. I can’t wait to give you all the love, sex, and children that you deserve. That is my job as a woman. And I can’t wait to get to work...over and over again.”

He was grinning from ear to ear. He leaned forward to kiss me, an uneasy feat with my giant pregnant belly between us. The guests applauded and cheered. We exited the church arm in arm, master’s magic energy swirling around him in his wake. Judging by the hungry looks in the crowd, I was sure that tonight that many of the women in the audience would be fucking their partners like rabbits in coat closets and bathrooms during the reception. Just like me, they wouldn’t have any trouble answering the question “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?". Easy. Barefoot, pregnant, and loving every second of it.