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Chloe leaned absentmindedly against the counter of the coffee shop, staring out the window at the people walking by as she gave the espresso machine a halfhearted cleaning. Summer was the slow season for her store (after all, who wanted hot coffee in the middle of July?) so she had plenty of time to think. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly: lighting for a moment on an ex-boyfriend and wondering what he was up to, what she would cook for dinner, what her friends were doing on Friday. But more often than any other subject, her thoughts turned to pregnancy.
Chloe stood at about 5”4 with olive skin, brown hair that was styled into an undercut, a curvaceous body and piercing green eyes. Beautiful by almost any standard, she played a starring role in many men’s (and women’s) fantasies, but despite her good looks was chronically single. Why? Because Chloe was a gravidophile. Deeply ashamed of her fetish, (after all, what self respecting feminist would just drop her career to make babies?) Chloe had always had a lot of trouble opening up to partners about the way that she felt, and when she did it didn’t always go so well. Picking up a coffee mug to polish, her memory flashed to a particularly unpleasant fight between her and an ex: her trying to explain her search history, him calling her a “dirty freak” and beginning to pack his stuff. Chloe sighed: stroking her disappointingly flat stomach. Would she ever find a man who wanted for her to be knocked up as badly as she did?
Ever since she was a little girl, Chloe had been fascinated by the idea of being pregnant. Even now she could remember stuffing pillows under her shirt, trying to understand why thinking about being pregnant made her feel so strange. She imagined herself massively gravid with twins, or maybe even triplets, being filled joyously with the cock of some nameless lover and felt her knees weaken ever so slightly. How amazing would it be to feel new life growing inside of her? How wonderful would it be to have some loving partner to lavish her changing body with passionate kisses and lovemaking? Her eyes were half lidded from her sultry reverie. God, she could almost feel the cum spurting warmly into her, filling her with new life, making her into a woman.
The sound of a voice startled her from her daydream. “Chloe? Chlo, are you okay?” She turnedPost too long. Click here to view the full text.