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Breed Me Baby




by




Salome Nox






Copyright 2017 Salome Nox


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Breed Me Baby

Book Design by Salome Nox

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***All characters are over 18 and fictional***



I’ve always collected toys.


People look at me strangely when they find that out, like I'm going to have floor to ceiling shelves stacked with Beanie Babies and action figures lining the walls of my house. I don't, but I do have a small mountain of stuffed animals on my bed and other toys scattered through my house. It's a hobby, like any other. Everybody I know collects something, whether it's records or designer shoes. I just happen to like toys.


My boyfriend has never understood my love for toys. Last week he caught me looking at an auction of an antique rocking horse online, and he lost it when he saw the price.


“Daisy, if you buy that thing, there are going to be consequences. You’re a grown woman, but you sure as hell aren’t acting like one.” Ethan shook his head before he said with finality, “If you come home with one more toy, I’m going to start treating you just like the baby you’re acting like.”


I hated ultimatums. The rocking horse was expensive, and I hadn’t even been seriously considering buying it until Ethan made me so mad. Well, I bought it. I blew close to half my paycheck on that beautiful, hand-carved rocking horse, and there was no way I’d be able to pass it off as a lucky garage sale find.


I wasn’t really worried though. There would probably be some yelling, and Ethan would storm out, but he'd get over it. I may like toys, but I'm not a kid anymore, and he certainly can't treat me like one!


***


I came home from work to find the rocking horse already unpacked and in the middle of the living room. Ethan was sitting on the couch with a strange look on his face. Next to the rocking horse was a large box wrapped in pale pink paper and tied with a yellow ribbon. Confused but this strange turn of events, I turned to Ethan curiously.


“Go ahead,” Mike replied quietly. “Open it.”


I untied the large bow carefully before tearing open the paper and opening up the box. When I saw what was inside, I froze. Stacking on the pink tissue paper that lined the box was a stack of what looked like dresses. Every one was brightly colored and patterned. Everything appeared to be a larger sized version of something a toddler would wear.


And on top of it was a box of condoms, our usual brand.


“What the hell?” I stammered, wondering if Ethan was making a joke or if this was something else entirely. I picked up the box and shook it. Weirdly enough, it was totally empty.


“I said that if you bought that rocking horse, I’d start treating you like a baby because that’s how you’re acting,” Ethan said quietly. “If you’re going to be treated like a baby, it only makes sense that you dress like one.”


“And the empty box.”


“I think it’s about time we stopped using those,” Ethan said. “I think breeding you might be the best way to tame you, and then you’d at least have an excuse to buy all those toys.”


I pushed the box away from me. “You’re crazy! I’m sorry I spent all that money on this, but I’m not going to let you treat me like a little kid! I’ll return it.”


Ethan sighed. "Sure, Daisy. You can return the rocking horse, but this is just going to happen again in a few weeks or a few months. You know it is. It's always something else." He sat down on the floor across from me and pushed the box back in front of me. "You're like a child when it comes to money, so this is how you're going to learn." Ethan carefully selected a bright pink and yellow floral dress and handed them to me. “And I noticed that you weren’t protesting the lack of protection. Just the outfit. I think you should go and change.”


The tone of Ethan’s voice left no room for argument. I didn’t want my own spending habits to really damage our relationship, and the dress was kind of pretty. Obediently I left the room to change.


The truth was, Ethan, getting me pregnant had been one of my biggest fantasies for quite awhile. Just the thought of him filling my fertile pussy with come made me soaking wet. I'd always hoped for one of those condoms to break, or, in my dirtiest fantasies, I'd like to imagine Ethan taking it off and sliding his cock back into me, fucking me bare without me even noticing. I imagined realizing when I felt the first hot spurt of his come inside me when it was way too late for him to pull out.


Standing in the bathroom, I stripped off my shirt and pants, folding them neatly on the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. Black panties and a black lace bra covered my body. I thought about just putting my clothes back on and telling Ethan to go to hell, but I had noticed the bulge in the front of his pants when he handed me the dress and talked about breeding me.


Something told me Ethan didn’t want a sexy adult woman in lingerie walking out of this bathroom. He wanted me dressed in this little girl dress, my pussy bare and waiting to be bred.


I should have been horrified that Ethan had TOLD me he was going to get me pregnant. I should have been disgusted. After all, we should be making this decision together, but I couldn’t hide how turned on it made me at the thought of Ethan fucking me until my breasts and belly got huge.


I should have been a lot of things, but I wasn't. There was one thing that I was though – dripping wet.


I unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts, and pushed my panties off. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My nipples were hard on my very adult breasts as I pulled the childish dress over my head. My ample breasts strained against the fabric, and I noticed how sheer it was up top. My tight nipples were clearly visible. Ethan had definitely planned this through. I wondered how long he’d been thinking about me like this.


Shyly, I exited the bathroom, feeling self-conscious about what I was wearing, but aroused nonetheless. Ethan was sitting back on the chair. His eyes widened at the sight of me in the outfit, and I noticed that the tent in the front of his pants had grown.


“You obviously like this,” I said, gesturing in the direction of his crotch.


A flicker of annoyance crossed Ethan’s face. “You shouldn’t disrespect her elders,” he said sharply. He pointed to the rocking horse, standing tall and proud in the middle of the living room.


“I want you to ride it.”


“Ethan, it’s not really something you ride. It’s more for display-”


He cut me off and ordered again. “Ride it.”


Feeling awkward but aware of the slickness between my legs and my lack of panties, I straddled the rocking horse. Made for someone much smaller than I was, my feet rested on the floor instead of dangling. Slowly I began rocking the horse forward and backward. The smooth wooden piece where the horse’s neck met the body pressed between my legs, putting a delicious amount of pressure on my clit.