Imagine Your Belly Getting So Big And Swollen, So Full Of Life. Life That I've Made You Carry. Our Little

Imagine your belly getting so big and swollen, so full of life. Life that I've made you carry. Our little life that we've made. I've claimed and marked you, every part of you, and now your womb is so so full, just as it should be.

I believe it stems from the primal instinct: ooga booga, woman carry baby, me hunt mammoth. It just manifests differently now, since, well, no more mammoths.

For a lot of men, providing for their woman is one of their love languages. On the one hand, you show yourself as capable, successful, etc. and on the other, you take some kind of worry off the shoulders of someone you love and (hopefully) see them relax and be happier and more carefree because of your efforts.

So, as long as you want to stay committed to him, don't feel bad for him paying for everything. If you really trust him, don't be afraid to be reliant on him. Independence can only go so far in a relationship and that goes for both sides. If you want to return the gesture, find something he can rely on you for.

Men, as an extremely independent woman, why do y'all wanna be a provider so bad when you're really in love with someone?? I went from paying for and doing everything for myself and now never lifting a finger or dropping a cent when he's around and it confuses the hell out of me. It scratches a very primal part of my brain but also it makes me feel bad :c

While feminist wombs lie empty, breeder wombs are growing the future. The future is for bountiful bellies and big families. The future is fertile.

Baby fever doesn’t just apply to you women, it hits and it hits hard. Have you seen a man possessed by his most basic biological urge, driven with a passion in his eyes to see you pinned down, filled up, and carrying his kin in your stomach? Do you know what it feels like to be with a man that has nothing else on his mind but breeding you?

You can try to resist and dance around the subject, but you can put off your purpose in life for so long. You know that as well as anybody else, and in that moment that you feel there’s no protection, you might try to fight him off or try to get away, but he’s so much stronger than you. The way his hands grip your wrists or your waist like a vice commands an authority that tells your body to stay out and to take it. You don’t want him to finish inside you, or at least you think you don’t, but that’s not going to stop it from happening. It’s going to happen, over and over and over and over again, his girth stretching you apart and dumping load after load of his seed into you until finally he can look upon your body with pride, until he sees the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on because he made that baby bump