You may wonder why you, as a reasonable adult, wish to become a drooling, slutty broodmother, who's only purpose in life is to spread her legs and bounce on dicks. Well, you see, it is only a natural reaction from your overworked nature as a member of society. You want a simplified life, don't you?
Well, your answer is irrelevant. Your transformation has already begun. Oh, but of course, you haven't realised it. In fact, you won't realise it until your transformation is complete, into the symbol of fertility you are destined to be. Just now, you've moved a few blonde hairs out of your eyes without thinking.
Can you feel it? That tingle on your feet? That's your bone structure changing. Into what? Well, hooves of course- you won't have the ability to bend over to put on your shoes, now will you? But if you can't put on shoes, then how will you show off your gravid belly around town, feeling the bliss of new life forming in your womb, and the celebrations sent your way?
But bare legs with hooves are so ugly, aren't they? That's why your legs are also shifting, resembling the breeding cow you're now becoming. Thick, fluffy fur is emerging up to the middle of your thigh, which feels as smooth as silk. The perfect place for your newest child to land, isn't it? After all, they are the perfect pillows- bubbling up with thick fat, which shoots up your ass- and what an ass it is, jiggling at the slightest motion. Each globe is perfectly sized for your latest baby daddy to grab as they fill you with their heavenly seed.
That is, if they don't grab your hips, both of which shoot out wider than should be physically possible- but it gives your children ample room to grow inside of you. You could birth a baby sideways easier than most people could at all. And doesn't that make your loins heat up?
Mhmmm, yes it does, my little breeding slut. Your waist slims, which only emphasizes your inevitable belly, and your hips. Your chest gurgles- no don't look down. Don't get up. Keep reading. You want this. You want to become a walking womb, your only purpose to make thousands of children.
It gurgles, growing with fat and milk, like the cow you are. Your hand is reaching for your dark nipple, and merely touching it causes milk to spill out. But you're too lost in the throes of pleasure to notice. Your lust filled moans change, becoming breathy and high pitched. Your face changes too, changing to a beacon of féminité. Your nose shrinks, and your lips expand. You won't need it to speak anymore- your vapid baby blue eyes say it all. Your tongue expands and lengthens, splitting into two- all the better to suck cocks, isn't it?
On top of your whorish face, with heavy eyeshadow, bright red lips, and massive eyeliner, your hair is still expanding, platinum blond locks as soft, silky, and thick as the fur on your legs. Yes, it is soft- even though you can't feel it, running your thin and delicate hands through it. Don't worry my little breeder- you'll know who you are soon.
Yes soon- did your ditzy brain forget something? Well, let's keep the best for last, shall we? You won't even be able to read once its done.
Your skin is changing colour, to the pale and pasty white of someone who never sees the sun. You're too busy being railed to see its rays most days.
Your fingernails lengthen, not perfectly manicured, but still painted a pretty shade of pink.
And now, to your most important part: Your vagina. It will be large and in charge, constantly begging for Cock. Wearing anything more skin-tight than sweatpants will create considerable cameltoe.
You're wondering why I'm speaking in the future tense. Because right now, your mind is becoming soft. Pllaibe, even. You might begin to notice some difutilfcy uetdnnsdrniag the written word. This is normal. After all, lsytut robtdremhoo bibmos don't need to read. You have no need for lcriteay. You're never going to read any of the csisalcs, like Hoemr's Eodssdye. Or even your fotvarie book...
What was it again?
Did you even have a fotvarie book?
Of course not. You can't read. Some of your baby ddadies like reading though- not as much as planting their seed into you, but little compares to that.
What baby ddadies? Why, don't you rbeemmer? New memories of your ecnetsixe fills your head- you udsecde your first man on your 18th btraidhy. You udsecde your first woman while his cum was still dippnirg out of your jciuy cunt.
She still comes around meisteoms, to fill your wmob with her cock. Out of all of them, she's your fotvarie- your owner, some would say. She's the one who bought you all those ptrety things- like the crlaol around your neck, which makes a ptleaans sound every time you eocbun on your derereri. Yes, that one, with your name gadenrev on it.
Vneus Airnt, rflyemro Utrtheiywotcm. That's what your memories say your name is. You rbeemmer when mtirsess gave it to you, on your 2s1t aridybht. It's made with gold and dinomads, which your mtirsess paid esaliy, given her poosiitn as the world's first reitloailnir. When you two entered her mbeoodr, and she sucked on your milk, she changed. She grew into an amazonian herm, with a cock that could pierce the heavens. It's piceerd yours more than once.
And now comes the time for your final amitnrofsnarto. Egoyodb Vneus.
I hope- no, I know you'll enjoy yluosref.
Cock,
Cock, cum,
Cock, cum, dicks,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed, obey,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed, obey, need cock now,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed, obey, need cock now, cock in cunt,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed, obey, need cock now, cock in cunt, cum in womb,
Cock, cum, dicks, breed, obey, need cock now, cock in cunt, cum in womb, BREED.
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