Goddess Wish

“What’d you wish for?”

“C’mon, that’d be cheating. Besides, it can’t come true if I tell you what it was.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I don’t make the rules!”

“Whatever, I bet I can guess.”

“I doubt that!”

“Ok, here goes… I guess that you wished that I had big, full breasts, just bursting with milk, bigger than any of those girls you sometimes see online.”

“Uh…”

“And that they were that big because I was your breeding slut, absolutely massively pregnant all the time, and totally happy about it – a paragon of fertility.”

“Honey?”

“With those boobs and a belly like that, I’d waddle around, an example for everyone of what a girl can do if they put their mind toward being the absolute most loving, caring, fuckable wife possible.”

“You’re not listening, are you?”

“I’d be worshipped; I’d be a goddess. A big, fat, fucking pregnant goddess for you, my loving perfect husband.”

“Uh, yeah, you got it right on the head. Now honey, if you’ll just–”

“I don’t know why you’d wish for something like that, sweetie! I’m already perfect, right? I mean, how can you say no to tits like these or a big breeder belly like this?”

“…that’s right, I don’t know what came over me. I guess I… just couldn’t think of anything else?”

“You’re so cute sometimes. Anyway, let’s get home so that you can ‘worship’ your goddess some more, hmm?”

“Right behind you, honey.”