The Married Breeder in the Office

The thought of being with a strong, virile man that gave her child after child turned Ella on more than any other. She had never disclosed it publicly to anybody, except a highschool friend who told her she was a freak. But even then, she had not been discouraged from her feelings, or denied herself what felt right in her heart. She simply kept it to herself, and hoped that one day she would find a man that could fulfil her needs. In the meantime, she kept herself on the pill so she could still at least experience the sensation of hot jets of semen spilling inside her from boyfriends and one night stands and fulfil her breeding fantasies in part, even if she couldn't fall pregnant by them.

So Ella went to university, got herself qualified with a Business degree, and eventually found herself in her nearly late twenties sitting alone in a two person cubicle, surrounded by weedy bodied millennials, and older, out of shape management types, six months into a Human Resources role at a new finance start-up but somehow one of the more senior people in the team. Unhappy in her love life but working hard at her job to fill the void.

Then, Myles joined the company, and was assigned to the desk next to hers.

He was brought in as a "client procurer" by one of the managers that had worked with him at a previous start-up that had since been acquired by and assimilated into a much larger business.

He was brought over to her by management, who explained that she would need to make space for Myles in the double cubicle she'd grown accustomed to having complete run of. Annoyed, she turned around to complain, and felt her heart drop through her body and settle to throbbing behind her pussy.

Myles was stunning. He was tall and broad in the shoulders, handsome and blonde with a closely trimmed dark beard, and dressed smartly for the business environment while avoiding looking like a corporate shark. He smiled warmly and introduced himself, shaking her hand with a careful firmness. Complaints immediately gone from her mind. Ella had the other desk cleaned off by the time he came back with his box of effects from the front desk.

She felt the thrill in her stomach treble when he pulled out a framed photo of a young blonde boy and girl.

And when he pulled a photo of his wedding day out, her insides froze.

She cursed herself for not looking to his ring finger.

Obviously he was off limits, so Ella reluctantly resigned herself to being nothing more than office buddies. Over time, Ella and Myles became good work friends, even if Ella's mind still raced regularly with illicit thoughts of her pod buddy.

Sometimes when he left his desk, Ella would sneak over and study the photos. His wife Stacey was thin enough, pretty enough, physically nothing like Ella, so disparingly Ella figured she herself musn't be anything close to his type. Though something about Stacey in these framed images struck her as off. She put it down to being jealous that she had snagged Myles, and having being blessed with such beautiful children by him.

Each time he spoke about his children, Oscar and Arianne, Myles's face lit up with joy; each Monday he would come in to work with more stories about what they did on their weekend's together, and on Friday's he would go home excited to spend time with them.

Though it ashamed her afterward, and especially around her time of ovulation, she would sometimes sneak off to the bathrooms and masturbate to the idea of being impregnated with such wonderful children by Myles, having a big pregnant belly bursting out of her work appropriate attire as she waddled around the office filled with his babies, and being regularly looked after all the while by Myles and his member.

Ella's routine eventually turned into jilling herself over Myles once a fortnight or so and feeling ashamed of it for the next 13 days, until one day some months after Myles began working next to her, when she 'casually' asked if he and Stacey were planning for more kids.

Myles quietly leaned over and said he would love to have more children, but Stacey didn't want any more than the two they already had.

"Oh, why not?," Ella asked.

"I'm not sure really. We always talked about having a big family while we were dating, but for some reason once Ari was born, she just wanted nothing more to do with it," Myles replied. "More's the pity."

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

Myles blushed a little, and looked about to make sure no one could overhear them.

"Keep it to yourself, but I sort of have... a 'thing' for pregnant women, you know?" he whispered.

Ella felt that thrill in her nether regions again. "Wha-what do you mean," she stammered.

Colour crept up Myles neck, but he grinned broadly, nervous, but a little excited.

"Like, I love the how pregnancy affects women. They become the ultimate form of femininity, how huge they get in the belly and theor... bust - literally to feed the lives they make. How their fertilityis just on display for everyone to see, the fashions women wear when they want to show off their bumps, how horny they get," he gave a self-concious giggle.

"And frankly, I loved how it felt making Stacey pregnant with my children, watching her grow with my kids because I got her in the family way. She got huge with them too, her boobs got big and were sore constantly, probably some part of why she's adamant she's not doing it again" he chuckled nervously. "If Stacey didn't say no, I wouldn't have stopped having babies with her, guaranteed.

"Just keep it to yourself, okay? I don't want girls around here freaking out thinking I'm going to come on to them if they get pregnant."

Ella simply nodded and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She came in minutes from this new revelation. He was a breeder too!

From that conversation on, Ella masturbated to Myles nearly daily, but nonetheless, she kept their work life professional. They went for work drinks on a Friday at least once a month, and became pretty good friends throughout. Ella had boyfriends and hookups, still allowing them to cum in her so long as they could prove they were clean, but liked to do it with the lights off, imagining it was Myles inside her.

Nearly twelve months after he started, Myles came in to the office one morning in a haze. Ella immediately sensed a problem.

"Myles? What's going on?"

He looked at Ella. His eyes were red and surrounded by black rings. Crying and not sleeping?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came from it.

Ella made up her mind, and told him to wait.

She walked him down to the break room, and put a coffee in his hands. She waited until it was half gone before she asked again.

Myles was quiet a moment longer, before he spoke.

"Do you remember ages ago I told you that I didn't know why Stacey suddenly didn't want more kids?"

"Uh... yeah, sure, I think I remember that," Ella replied quitely.

"Well I know why now... her name's Freida..."

Shocked and uncertain, Ella coaxed more information from Myles, and pieced together the story.

From her understanding, after the birth of their daughter Arianne, Stacey had started going to postnatal yoga classes to get back into shape and strengthen her pelvic floor, where she met Freida. Freida, the instructor, a 'free spirited' hippie girl that, as well as working part time in the handmade soy candle shop across the road from the studio, moonlighted as a dominatrix by appointment.

Freida took an interest in Stacey and from the sound of it, went from holding Myles's wife in yoga positions, to holding her down while she fucked her with a strap-on in a few short weeks.

Stacey became obsessed with the woman, neglecting Myles and the kids to make candles and go on mediation retreats and fuck this girl as often as possible.

Myles thought he should have seen the signs, the lack of sex, especially that she always came home smelling of ylang ylang.

When Ella asked why he hadn't questioned her spending so much time away from home, she actually found the answer endearing.

"I was just so obsessed with spending time with the kids," he sighed. "She's my wife. I trusted her. I didn't even consider she might have being lying about what she said she was doing when she wasn't with us."

Freida was moving somewhere warm to open a naked yoga studio on a private beach, and that was the catalyst for Stacey to finally come clean. She was leaving him, already on her way to the airport in fact, and the kids were his problem.

Stacey demanded the house be sold as soon as possible, so Myles took the holidays he had been saving up for a camping trip in the fall, to instead empty his home of contents while his parents looked after their grandchildren. Ella did everything she could to help him, packing boxes and bringing food to make sure he ate. She even managed to pull some strings with the owner of her complex, and organised Myles to rent out a two bedroom apartment in her building just two floors up from her.

The divorce took eighteen months to become effective. No contest, no fault, fifty-fifty split of the real property and finances, and Stacey's personal effects boxed up and couriered to the coast.

Over that time, the relationship between Ella and Myles had deepened, and became so easy and relaxed between them that any outsider may have thought they were the best of friends if not lovers. They spent most of their time together both at and outside of work. They became so comfortable with each other that Myles had no qualms telling Ella one day that she had put on weight since he moved in, and she had no problem telling him exactly where to put his opinion, to which they both laughed.

Ella made herself indispensable to Myles and his children. She babysat them often, genuinely delighting in their babble and games, enjoying the menial tasks of feeding, washing, and putting them down for naps. Myles had insisted it was too much for her to take on, that he could hire a nanny or employ his parents to help, but Ella held firm. This was as close as she was getting to her own dream right now and she was holding onto all three of them.

She thought about coming clean to Myles, but fear of losing these three if he rejected her held her back. How much could she actually reveal? Would he feel the same way, or had too much time past and made him adamant they were only friends?

He was certainly in no head space with how he was handling his divorce that Ella thought he would have any interest, much less be thrilled by her revelations.

Ella simply held onto the idea that maybe, one day, once he was emotionally ready to move on and love someone else, maybe then she would take a chance.

If there was a chance.

...

Months after the divorce, Ella was nervously checking the time while a movie played on Myles's TV.

He had, at his friends' urging, gone out on a date with a woman they had been trying to set him up with nearly since he received his dissolution paperwork. Ella cursed herself for waiting too long and being too afraid to take a chance, or realise Myles was ready to get out there again, but had agreed to babysit while he took this woman out.

Largely because by now his children felt like her children, but also that she was dying to snag a look at the woman he was seeing.

Ella panicked momentarily when she saw the woman: fat red lips, pale skin, long ginger hair, wide hips and a pair of tits that would feed a football team, all tightly packed into a gauzy red dress . If Myles was looking for someone to make more babies with, she had Ella worried.

Ella poured another red into her wine glass, not sure of the number imbibed but enough she was concentrating to make sure she poured the bottle past the rim of her glass.

Myles had assured Ella he would be back in three hours, but that was half an hour ago by her phone. She had aimlessly touched herself once she was assured the kids were well and truly down, imagining for the umpteenth time what life would be like if it were anything like her fantasies.

One glass left before the end of the bottle, and Myles walked in. Ella straightened herself, attempting to appear less drunk than she was, and poured the last glass for him. She learned long ago he would drink anything you put in his hands. She asked how the date went.

Myles said alright as he rubbed his temple, looking at the movie, but without conviction.

"What?" she probed. "It was only a first date. Your first first date."

"I know, but... I don't know. I've been out of the game so long I didn't know what to expect," he mused.

"What do you mean?" Ella probed. She wasn't going to drop it until he gave her more details, Myles knew.

He sighed. "I didn't know what to talk about. Certainly not the divorce, obviously."

Ella rolled her eyes. "Obviously. So?"

"So... I spoke about the kids."

Ella shrugged. "Alright... maybe not the best subject to immediately jump into on a first dinner date when you're trying to find a spark, but... not crazy dangerous territory."

He sighed again. "She let me talk about Oscar and Ari for, I don't know, fifteen, twenty minutes? When I stopped, she was just quiet.

"Apparently, no one told her I had kids when they set us up."

"Oh," said Ella, suddenly understanding. His 'friends' hadn't intended to she was sure, but in skipping that piece of information has doomed Myles's date to failure.

"Oh is right. She's an 'influencer' apparently," Myles powered on. "She waffled on about it from then to the cheque, and that time includes a souffle, and I still don't understand how it her makes money. But apparently it takes her all over the country and overseas for photo shoots somehow so... kids aren't a factor for her, in any circumstance."

A good part of Ella was relieved, but still she felt a welling of sympathy for Myles.

Ella tried to help Myles put on a brace face.

"Well, still, it was just a first date. There's plenty of options if you really want to get out there. Plenty of girls like kids, or even having a few with someone who has a couple of kids already" she added, somewhat longingly.

Myles stared into his glass, lost in his own head for a moment. "Do they though?" he finally let out. "I feel like this is just the start of a long slog to find any woman who can just tolerate the idea of being with a man with children. Let alone be age appropriate for me, or still looking to have kids herself as well as become a step mum." Myles looked defeated. Even after his divorce, he still clung to hope that he might have more kids with someone, but tonight's experience seemed to be throwing a much dimmer light on those prospects.

Sighing, Myles threw the last of his wine back and put the glass back down on the coffee table.

"I'm going to jump in the shower before I get to bed, that woman's perfume is stuck on me somehow. We didn't even touch," he added, standing up. "Will you be alright to let yourself out?"

Ella shrugged. "I do it often enough, I'm sure I can find the door," she smirked.

Myles grinned back at her. "You know, I really do appreciate you looking after the kids and being here for us through all of this."

"Oh. Oh, no problem at all Myles," Ella replied, a little flushed. "Oscar and Arianne are absolute angels to look after and you... well, you're just about the best friend I've ever had. Guy friend that is, there's no replacing my girl Shannon," she added.

"You're just about my best girl friend too," Myles agreed smiling. He paused for a moment, thinking, then finally, it looked, he let something go.

"You know I appreciate what we have, but it's funny. Had things been different... had I been single when I walked into the office and met you for the first time, I would have asked you on a date on the spot, damn what might happen and the working environment to come."

Ella's heart gave a massive THUD is her chest while her veins felt a shot of ice through them.

"You- what? You- would have asked me out?" she stammered. "Wh-why would you have done that?"

"Honestly, you're one hundred percent my type. Stacey, I loved her, but it was a love that grew over a long time. Physically she wasn't really what I'm wired for when it comes to women, you know?

"The moment I saw you in that cubicle though, man... Well, best it hadn't I guess. God knows how that could have ended up... or how many babies, right?" he laughed. He was used to Ella 'making fun' of his kinks since he told her, still not knowing it was one they shared, or how it left her feeling when she made those jokes.

She laughed too, but there was no joy in it. Ella's head was spinning.

"Well, good night then. I'll see you tomorrow?" Myles asked.

Knowing from her routine that Ella would check in on the kids before letting herself out, Myles walked away.

Ella heard the shower turn on before Myles closed the door.

Her heart was pounding. He had just...?

The most of a bottle of wine pumping through her system quickly eroded the voice in her mind saying doing what she was steeling herself to do was a bad idea.

Ella stood and began to follow Myles slowly.

Her mind wasn't on the fact he was a divorced father depressed from a bad date.

Nor was she concerned that acting on her feelings might endanger her relationship with the two children she had come to love as much as if they were her own.

No. As Ella peeled out of her clothes as she walked down Myles's hallway, letting them fall from her and sit where they land, her mind was only on the one thing she had secretly dreamed for these past few years.

She unclasped and dropped her bra, letting her bosom free. Her nipples hardened both from the cooler air and fearful excitement.

She stood a moment in front of the bathroom door, basking in the thrill, just for a moment. Light and steam fell over her feet from the gap above tiling.

Ella let out a shaky breath, and pulled down her panties, shedding her body of it's last article of clothing.

Completely nude, Ella gripped the handle.

She breathed.

"Damn what may come," she whispered.

And she opened the door.

Myles didn't hear her come in.

His bathroom only had a sheet of glass, now fogged, to the side of his shower.

Myles turned, and there was Ella. He took in her image in a moment.

Naked, her breasts sat proud on her chest. Her figure was not slim, but beautiful, perfectly feminine and cared for. Her eyes were burning.

"Jesus Ella! What-" he exclaimed, but Ella silenced him.

"Stop," she said, closing the gap between them and without waiting, kissed him forcefully.

Myles tried to pull away, but Ella put her arms around his waist and held them together, pushing her tongue just in between his lips, sighing.

Myles managed to pull his head away from her just far enough to speak.

"Ella, what are you-"

"Please Myles. I want this," she breathed.

"Want what? What-" he started again.

"Please," she looked at him again. The burning wasn't gone from her eyes, it told Myles how desperately she felt she needed to be with him here. Now.

He looked at her a moment longer before she kissed him again. Hesitantly, slowly, he began to allow her to kiss him. Eventually, he kissed her back.

Their slippery bodies pushing together, tongues pressing, finally entwining.

Ella was wasting no time. Myles's cock was in her hand, and she was quickly pulling him into an erection. She was thrilled: he was everything she had dreamed he would be package-wise, and more. Completely hard, Myles was long enough that two hands would be needed to cover his shaft. Her pointer and thumb could not touch circumferencing his girth.

She was already so wet from the wine and her fantasies and Myles's words even before handling his fantasied manhood, everything since opening the bathroom door had wetness spilling from her in long strands.

Ella gripped Myles's shoulder and lifted herself onto his body with one hand, and with the other, positioned Myles's cockhead before her slit.

"Finally", thought Ella, boiling over with excitement.

With a heady gasp, Ella flexed her hips, and sunk down onto his shaft.

She growled in bliss as Myles's member unrelentingly filled her. When she felt his balls on the back of her thighs, Ella pushed her breasts into Myles's chest and her tongue back into his mouth, and slowly gyrated her hips, playing with the beautiful pressure it caused inside her.

Whatever reservations Myles may have had seemed to have dissipated quickly. Ella's hard nipples held his entire attention that wasn't caught in kissing her.

He tore away from her lips and lifted her slightly to bring her breast to his face, and placing one of the hard points in his mouth, and began to suck furiously.

"Ooh, oh yes, harder...," Ella moaned.

His ex-wife preferred he touch her breasts as minimally as they could manage, during breastfeeding they were completely off limits. But Ella grabbing the back of his head and crushing it into her excited flesh, her response made him feel... validated in his urges.

The added sensation of his vacuum on her breast, now switching to the other side, was enough to start the final slide into orgasm for Ella.

She flexed harder, and pumped Myles's fat organ as her pulsing slit throbbed thicker and faster.

"Yes- Yess -Ye -e -e -esss, oh God yes...," she whimpered as she came furiously, her wetness spilling from her as her orgasm rippled through her abdomen.

Ella fell limp against Myles in the afterglow of her release, but it wasn't long before her voice began to raise in pitch once more.

Myles had been without a sexual encounter in so long that this tryst wasn't going to last much longer for him either. Weeks without self pleasure and the excitement of his big date had left him on edge, and the throbbing in his balls said he was moments away from unleashing his own slick gluggy mess deep into Ella.

Already sensitive from her first one, Ella felt her second orgasm rising when Myles said, "I think... I'm gonna cum...".

Ella gave him no choice.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and screamed as she came again and Myles pinned her between his body and the tiled wall, grunting and loading his white ropey deluge deep into her, his cock spasming madly to glut her womb and fill her with his reproductive nectar.

A truly backed up load, Myles's cum filled Ella and burst out of her in excess, spilling down Myles's madly pumping shaft and balls, dropping onto the shower floor in thick strings.

Ella gasped, still wrapped around Myles as he slowed, and finally halted, holding onto her as he too caught his breath.

Ella was in ecstasy.

"So... much... cum...," she sighed.

Post-coital clarity came shining through Myles's mind as the gravity of what they had just done brought the ecstasy of his release to a grinding halt.

He held Ella in place as the last few pulses of his cock dissipated, guilt beginning to well in his chest.

Slowly, Myles removed himself from inside of Ella and put her down gently.

"I'm going to go and... I'll leave you to clean up, alright?" he said self-consciously.

Myles exited the shower quickly, leaving Ella naked and alone with her thoughts.

Ecstasy and fulfillment of her long held desires danced through her body for long moments as she stood under the water, before, as Ella began to regain her calmness, a sense of dread began to creep over her.

It was real now. She had acted on her desires and now... and Myles just...

"Oh no..."

Ella turned off the water and as quickly as she could, dried herself off and picked a robe off the back of the bathroom door Myles kept there habitually, and covered herself before quickly walking out. She made no effort to clean Myles's seed from her pussy before covering herself, his cum continued to glug out of her into the terrycloth material as she strode, peeling down her thighs and threatening to continue on in thin rivulets past her knees.

Myles was standing in the bedroom next to the bathroom waiting for her, having quickly thrown on a set of pyjamas.

"Ella we need to talk about-" he started.

"No, I'm - I'm sorry," she cut him off. A moment of silence passed between them, staring into each other, before she hurried away to the front door, collecting as much of her clothing as she could on the way out.

She couldn't face him.

Back to her own apartment, Ella threw herself on her bed and lay there boneless.

She was ashamed, and afraid. No matter the outcome, tonight had altered their relationship irreversibly. She feared losing the kids, and Myles, but what could she do now? She couldn't think.

As shameful as it made her feel, every now and again she remembered and felt a thrill that she was still full of and covered in Myles's cum.

Three times that night, that burning thought and the sensation it set in her loins made her finger herself to orgasm once more, even though the seed her body tried to pull deeper inside her with each spasm couldn't impregnate, her thanks to her birth control.

She eventually fell into a exhausted, restless sleep.

The next morning Ella ignored Myles's calls and text messages.

Cleaning herself up from the previous evenings events proved more difficult than anticipated, especially when a sizable glob fell from her in the shower and prompt another feverish rubbing of her sore pussy to orgasm. She left for work before he did to avoid their normal carpool, and made herself busy with other departments to avoid him when he finally did show up.

...

Like most start-up's, this one didn't make it. The sales and logistics departments were sold off to a larger more successful company, while most of the executive and board staff were either poached or banding together for the next company start-up. For Ella, that meant trying to help as many people as possible get their last pay checks and letters of recommendation in order.

Ella was able to keep herself busy doing this work until midday before Myles finally caught up with her.

She turned a corner into a corridor, and there he was.

"Myles!" she exclaimed startled.

Myles looked exhausted, as though he hadn't been able to sleep either.

"You're avoiding me," he said simply, flatly.

Ella bowed her head, but did not reply.

Myles sighed, and looked about him. There was a unisex bathroom just down from their position. Myles motioned to it, and they entered, making sure no one saw them, and locking the door behind them.

Myles turned to Ella.

"We need to talk about what happened," Myles said simply.

Ella blushed. "What do we need to talk about?" she asked.

Myles snorted at her boldness. "You came into my shower, naked, and we had sex. I think we could start there?"

Ella sighed. "I'm sorry Myles. I was drunk, I haven't been with anyone in a long time, and... you talking about trying to pick me up when we met if you had been single... well, it all sort of got to me all together."

"I see," said Myles, starting to feel guilty.

Ella felt heat rising up her face, but pushed on. "It's not an excuse for what I did, but... if I'm being completely honest with you... when I saw you on your first day... my first reaction wasn't too different."

Myles looked up, a little surprised by this revelation. "Oh, really?" he chuckled. "So... you've been low key attracted to me this whole time?"

"Not as low key as you might think." Ella's face felt hotter again. "I can believe I'm going to tell him..."

"You know your, um.... kink?" Ella queried, her voice small and wavery.

"Ah, yes, I know it," Myles laughed uncertainly.

"Well, you know... I... sort of... have it too..." she finished meekly.

Silence rang between them as Myles looked at Ella, stunned.

"You- really?" he said flustered, starting to colour from his neck upward.

Ella nodded her head with her eyes closed. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Somehow this was the most liberating and the most embarasing thing she had ever done all at the same time.

Myles slowly put the pieces together. "So- all this time you've been joking with me about it-"

"I've actually been sort of turned on joking about it with you..." Ella completed very quickly, hoping it would be over soon.

Myles put a hand through his hair, his mind clearly blown. "So... why didn't you tell me?"

Ella gave an exasperated sigh.

"Because I didn't want it to even have a chance of getting out to the the people we work with," Ella released, suddenly exhausted of the burden of keeping this to herself.

"Do you know what that could be like for a woman? I'm not just here to find some rich businessman to knock me up over and over, I want to work and have people respect me for the job I do, not whisper about how I'm a closet weirdo. The moment a woman gets known for something like that, that's their reputation, that's all they will ever be!

"And I didn't tell you because... well, I am insecure about it. And because even though I find you attractive and we had the same wants, you were married, and then I came to love your kids so so much, and the thought of doing anything that might mean I couldn't see them again..." She didn't know when she started crying, but fat tears were welling in her eyes and falling down her cheeks.

Myles closed the space between them and held her.

"You love Oscar and Ari?" he asked, his voice cracking softly.

Ella nodded against his chest. "So so much."

She sniffed, and snuggled into him. She shifted her weight against him, and her eyes flung open.

Myles was hard.

"Um, Myles, are you... turned on right now?" she asked wetly, coyly. Unbeleviable.

"Ahh... yes...," he answered, slightly ashamed.

Coming clean, talking about her kinks, and the wealth of sad emotions that had been laid out worked her brain chemistry to make Ella very horny, very quickly.

She rubbed against his erection slightly with her thigh.

"Wow, you are hard," Ella marveled. "Was it from hearing that I get a thrill from the thought of being pregnant?"

"Um...."

Ella sensed something odd in the air. "What?" she questioned.

"Actually, it sort of...." Myles started.

"What?" Ella repeated.

"... When you said you loved my kids... It sort of made me think about you being their mother... us being a family, and... having more kids... with you..."

Ella's heart exploded.

She grabbed Myles and pushed him against the wall, crushing her pelvis and chest against him as she pulled his head in her face and ravished his mouth with her tongue.

"You want me to be the mother of your babies?" she breathed.

Myles heart was pounding in his chest and his erection.

"Yes," he replied shakily.

"Will you fill me with cum every day and night until I'm pregnant?"

"Every day and night," he affirmed.

Not worrying about the noise they were making and if someone in the hallway might hear them, Ella and Myles stripped down to their underwear.

Ella ripped off her bra and squeezed her tits together.

"Will you suck on these when you fatten them up with milk?"

"Every fucking chance I get."

"Will you rub my belly as it grows bigger and bigger with your babies?"

"I'll never take my hands off you."

"Will you fill my pregnant pussy with your cock every day?"

"You'll never wear panties again I'll have them off of you so often."

"How long after I give birth will you give me more babies?"

"As soon as you can take my cock again."

Myles grabbed Ella and lifted her onto the sink, and entered her as easily as he had the night before, so wet was she from their dirty talk.

Ella bit his hand as she came so no one in the hallway might hear their session.

"The pill I took this morning is the last one, okay?" she said.

"Oh god yes," Myles affirmed.

He came in her again, spilling seed everywhere once again.

The two of them held their position embracing each other, feeling, finally, accepted and safe.

...

Ella moved in with Myles and the kids that same night, her apartment fully vacated two weeks later. Of course it wasn't long after that they were looking for a home in the suburbs.

Ella was true to her word, and was off the pill the same day as their trist at work, and it was only six weeks later that they conceived. The two tiny blue lines set forth a flurry of activity for the small family: relocating to a bigger home just a train ride out of the city, a small wedding in the backyard once they settled, new schools and the start of a new job for both Myles and Ella, both having been poached in the shut down of their old work place. Oscar and Ari were thrilled to have Ella as part of their family, marveling at her slowly growing belly and the baby brother or sister within it.

While Ella never pushed it, she cried on Myles's shoulder the night Oscar unprompted said 'Goodnight mummy'.

Ella's pregnancy was a roller coaster of weight gain, vomiting, and lethargy for the first few weeks, followed by intense arousal and a significant increase to her chest. Myles was true to his word and fucked his new wife as often as work and child-rearing would allow, meaning at least once a day.

Ella's pyjamas nominally became nothing but a short shirt that gave Myles easy access to suck of her increasingly sensitive nipples whenever he chose as well as her pussy. One night doing so, they were both surprised to find Ella's colostrum had come in, which only increased his frequency.

Either of them rubbing or holding Ella's growing belly became an aphrodisiac for them. Many nights Ella went to sleep exhausted from growing a person, she would wake to find Myles inside her, thrusting and holding her swelling middle. She would simply smile and enjoy the impending orgasm.

Nine months later and feeling much like there was a beach ball strapped to her front, Ella gave birth to their son Nathaniel.

Overjoyed at the addition to their family, they settled in to the new routine with a newborn quickly. Ella complained about the remaining weight gain that did not leave her via breastfeeding, but Myles made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was only more attracted to her since gaining her MILF body. Her response to those words being how he impregnated her with their second child while Nathaniel was six months old.

Swelling more this time around because of the increased starting weight from her previous pregnancy, Myles fucked her senseless. Ella quit her job, foreseeing she would not be back to work in some years at this point, and used the time to both go to school online and look after their children.

Birthing their daughter Lily, Ella was adamant on regaining her original figure, and with exercise, good eating, and two babies and a husband sucking away calories through her breasts, she slimmed down to something close to her pre-pregancy body, although her breasts and ass refused to give up the last five pounds, both sets of assets bulging vixenly to Myles's and admittedly her own approval.

At this point Myles cautioned that while they both had fantasies for the lifestyle they were undertaking, they should likely consider that a house with four children was enough chaos to live with. By the time Lily was walking, Ella had convinced Myles that she wanted one more baby, and then she would be happy to stop.

As before, it took little time for Myles to impregnate Ella, but to their shock and delight, this time they had fallen pregnant with twins!

When Ella was part way through her second trimester, Myles's ex-wife Stacey came back into their lives.

She now wanted to foster a relationship with her two children after years of no contact with any of them. While there were reservations, Myles and Ella agreed the kids should have the chance to have a relationship with her. Obviously little or nothing had been said about Myles remarrying, Stacey's eyes nearly popped out of her head when Ella opened the door to their new home for her, Ella's nearly full term body unwittingly on display, her huge twin belly bare under a crop top, gravid with Stacey's ex-husbands offspring.

Marnie and Elena's birth was a bit more difficult than either of those Ella's had experienced before, the girls having to be born by emergency Caesarean section.

Myles had a vasectomy after long discussion and begrudging acceptance on both sides. Myles was a bit disappointed at the idea of his fertility being taken away, but Ella made it up to him with as much sex and breast milk as he liked. Three babies and a husband all nursing from her, her supply was substantial.

The final shock for the couple occurred some twenty months after the birth of their girls, when Ella fell pregnant once more. Testing concluded Myles's vasectomy had somehow reversed after being cleared as successful, however, the couple still couldn't help but be thrilled at the idea of being parent's once again. The suggestion of re-doing the procedure was never thought to be raised in all the excitement.

Some months after the birth of their son Simon through successful VBAC, Ella looked on what she had and felt complete. The man she lusted after for years, her husband and best friend, had given her five babies and two beautiful step children she loved as much as her own. She was fulfilled in her fantasies and in her life, and the only thing she could imagine that might make it better, was to become pregnant with his baby, or even babies, once more.

And perhaps, with enough coaxing, she might just be able to convince Myles...