You lie on the floor for a long time, cooing and moaning fondly as you imagined the many dozens of tiny lives within you. Your latest lover nearly doubled the number of children you will have, and you were happy knowing he was such a big contributor. You carefully stood up, trying not to fall forward as your gigantic belly protruded almost a meter from your body, but remaining spheroid. "Mmm~ im such a good sperm tank!" You giggle happily, your name proudly dissplayed on your bloated navel. You decide to call it a day, hopefully some guys will follow you home and give you and the kids a nice meal. You're footsteps cause your body to jiggle and bounce, ensuring all eyes are on you and your huge baby container. You frown as you realise that as nice of a name sperm tank is, in fact you had banished any previous name from your mind, you thought of a better one. You happily stand before the crowd of people ogling your stomach, you focus on the name. It was truly who you are. You were filled with cum, and had become a factory.
The words "Baby Factory" scrawled across your stomach below sperm tank, and you congradulated yourself on the name.