You sip your coffee and your mind slowly drifts back to your impregnated womb. You gently massage your stomach, the two hard lumps which had become so intoxicated with feminity they began to create eggs standing proud as two slight bumps. They might not have a limit on how many eggs they can make. The implicstions of that are getting you a bit excited, you feel your nipples getting hard as you lost yourself in thought. "I could get... more sperm." You place the coffee on the counter, and look at mellissas dick. " each sperm gets its own egg..." you're pussy flexes and drips as you move closer. "I want more. I want to be bigger." You gasp, in pleasure as your hand slides into your pussy, and another grips your tit. Estrogen was dumping itself into your brain drowning it in desire to be the ultimate breeding machine, waging a war with your normal brain. You touch mellissas tip, and touched her tip. "Sex means sperm, sperm means eggs, eggs mean... I'm going to be more pregnant..." you slide on top of your lover, positioning your awaiting vagina over her dick. "I'm a breeding mahine..."