I want to be constantly pregnant with my boyfriend’s babies.
This is not so much a fantasy as much as just a very very strong urge. I think it’s my dysfunctional childhood and biological clock fueling the fire. I never had a caring father figure in my life. Now that I’ve found someone that I can care for and grow with, I want him to help me give him the most special thing a woman can give a man: a child. Or children.

I want him to constantly keep me pregnant. Make me a mother. I don’t know, I so badly want to grow all round and beautiful with his babies. I want my baby bump to proudly show under my clothes, a sign of what I did for him. I readily accepted him and now I’m all knocked up, vulnerable, a mother to be. All full of milk and baby, only for him.

I can’t stop thinking about it. It doesn’t even turn me on, it just gives me a blissful, happy feeling which at some nights helps me go to sleep. It’s as if a part of my brain assures me I can give my child what I never had, and forces me to think about pregnancy in order to achieve that.