WARNING! AUTHOR'S NOTES APPROACHING!
Hello, friendly readers! Please note that everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older. Also be aware that this story contains a variety of kinks, including breeding, cum inflation, and overly large penis. If that's not your jam, let us part as friends. But if you're into it, read on! It's my pleasure to present this infernal work of erotic fiction, inspired by numerous classic (and vastly superior) writings on hell.
AUTHOR'S NOTES CONCLUDED. WE HAVE COME TO TERMS.
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Jane sat at her computer, doomscrolling through the postings on an online classified ads site. It was midnight, and the only light in her studio apartment was the glow of her monitor. The text on the screen was reflected in her oversized, dorky, hipster glasses as she leaned in close, desperately hoping that one of the listings might contain the solution to her woes.
At age 19, and a freshman in college, Jane was only really sure about two things: one, that she was probably never going to fulfill her parents wish that she become a lawyer. And two, that she wanted more than anything to be a mother. Her parents were both well-educated professionals, and they insisted that Jane start a serious career before starting a family, but for her, a family was all she wanted -- damn the career.
However, due to a tragic quirk of her genetics, she could never get pregnant. Years of doctor visits as a child had confirmed a small but obvious defect in her reproductive system. It wouldn't impact any other aspect of her life -- she was in fabulous health in every other respect, in fact, and in fantastic shape for her age. But the fact remained that, medically speaking, she could never be a mother.
Her friends had suggested surrogates or adoption, but Jane's dilemma was that she wanted --
needed
-- to carry the baby herself. She wanted to raise a child of her own, of course, but that was only part of it. Jane wanted to feel life quickening within her, and her belly swelling as her baby grew. In fact, the idea of being bred got Jane so turned on she couldn't think straight. The notion consumed her waking life and haunted her dreams.
More than once, Jane had to excuse herself from class when her perverted thoughts became too intrusive, so that she could sneak off to the girls' restroom and frig herself silly. Given the cute, nerdy hipster persona she projected in public, she wondered what her professors and classmates would think if they knew her secret little kink.
Her perverted side had eventually turned into a full-blown alter-ego. It had started as her just posting lewd photos online with her face hidden, often with titles referencing her desire to be impregnated, and she'd developed a small but loyal following. Over time she'd even grown adventurous enough to post gifs and even videos -- for those generous fans willing to pay, of course. Her fans were well aware of her little fantasies, as she tended to end many of her recording sessions by screaming out her need to bred while she masturbated herself to a series of explosive orgasms. In fact, she was still recovering from just such a recording session as she sat naked in her computer chair with a discarded and well-used vibrator nearby.
Her camera was still on, in fact, though she wasn't recording, and Jane caught sight of herself on her second monitor. Seeing her ripe, nubile young body, Jane thought what a shame it was she was unable to conceive. Her breasts were perfect little handfuls, with wide, puffy areolas, and nipples that jutted out like two hard erasers. Her skin was pink and smooth, shiny now with sweat from her self-induced bliss. Jane had wavy blonde-meets-brown hair, her natural color, and it hung loose and unkempt now, though she often wore it in a tight ponytail in class. Her little mouth had just the slightest pout to it. Jane was short in stature, and a quarter Japanese on her mother's side, giving her brown eyes just a hint of an exotic cast.
All in all
, she thought with a bit of vanity,
why wouldn't any man love to put a baby in me?
And many had tried, of course. Since going away to college at Great Midwestern University (Go Rivermen!), Jane had dated liberally. Her upper-middle-class parents had paid for her to have her own tiny apartment off-campus, which gave her plenty of privacy with gentleman callers. Her boyfriends usually balked at the idea of cumming inside her, but after Jane explained her unique situation, they were all too happy to blast away. Secretly, Jane hoped one of them might manage to fire the magic bullet that got her pregnant, but none of them had proved up to the task, and none of them lasted very long.
So, Jane's typical nightly ritual, after she finished a recording session and waited for the video to render, was to scroll pathetically through online classifieds, looking for any kind of miracle treatment or therapy that could fix the little problem with her ovaries. She'd turned to the mystical and the occult, even going to visit a few so-called shamans and witches, but they'd all turned out to be fakers and charlatans. But she kept at it, hoping beyond hope that one day, her prayers would be answered...
Jane stopped scrolling. An ad had caught her eye. In large, bold, all-caps text, she read the headline:
TROUBLE CONCEIVING? I CAN BREED YOU... FOR A PRICE.
She was intrigued. Many such headlines had proved bogus before, but the simple brash confidence of this one pulled her in. She clicked on it and read the text of the ad:
"If you are reading this ad, your predicament must be this: you wish to be a mother, but human science and your own meager flesh have failed you. Do not despair, for I possess the solution to your problems.
If I deem you worthy to carry my spawn, I will breed you over the course of a single appointment. Whatever ailment or impediment you may be suffering from is of no consequence -- I will overcome it. You will absolutely, without a doubt, fall pregnant, and your child shall be perfectly healthy.
The price is this: the child shall be mine, to raise as I see fit, and to be visited by you, its mother, as often as I decide, or possibly never.
Serious applicants should reply to this posting, and address their missives to Azalok. A reply will follow directly."
Jane chuckled as she finished reading. He was certainly confident, this man who called himself Azalok. She figured it was probably just some nerd who watched too much anime having a laugh, but she figured, what the hell? It couldn't hurt to reply. The board was anonymous, anyway, so it wasn't like this person would be able to find her. She clicked the reply button, and a message box popped up, addressed to the user called "Azalok."
"Okay," Jane typed. "You sound pretty cocky, Mister Azalok. Tell me, have you ever actually been with a girl? Or are you just some dork in their mom's basement? Well, I'll tell you what: I'm in need of your services, as unbelievable as they sound. If you can back up your big talk, then you've got yourself a deal."
She signed the message "Madrigal_Counterpoint," the username she posted her nudes under. After reading over the message once more, Jane clicked Send.
Sitting back in her chair, she chuckled to herself.
I'm so pathetic
, she thought. After all, would she be up past midnight replying to random classified ads if she wasn't pathetic?
Oh well
, she thought.
No harm done.
Jane stood and stretched, yawned hugely, and turned to head towards bed. Her tiny apartment consisted of just a single room which contained her bed, computer, and television, with a kitchenette and a small bathroom adjoining. She might have been supported by her parents, but they weren't about to spring for the life of luxury. Still, it suited her needs well enough. She flopped down on the comfy covers of her unmade bed and snuggled in, ready to drift off to dreamland.
That was when she heard the knock at her door.
Jane startled, jumping a foot in the air. Who in the hell would be knocking at this time of night? Her first thought was that it was her last boyfriend, Brad, coming to beg for her to take him back. She'd dumped him after he got too drunk at a party and started hitting on her best friend, Alahna. But Brad was a stuck-up frat boy, and he didn't seem like the needy type.
Her next thought was that Alahna was here, and in some kind of trouble. But surely Alahna would have texted first. When Jane glanced at her phone and saw no new messages, she doubted that was the case.
A neighbor, then? Locked out of their apartment and desperate for aid? She didn't talk to her neighbors much, and in the complex she lived in people didn't tend to socialize outside of basic pleasantries when they passed in the hallway.
