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I need him craving more, needing to be filled over and over, until he's just glowing, looking like the perfect little boymom. And when he waddles around in those tight little outfits, trying to hide the roundness but can't? Oof, that’s when I know I've done it right. I’ll keep him close, hand on that belly, whispering, "You’re gonna make such a pretty boymom, aren’t you?" 😩
I won’t stop until he’s the most beautiful boypreg you've ever seen, soft and full, glowing like he's made for this, because he is. We’re not done until every inch of him screams "pregnant for me,"\
I trust this missive finds you in the best of spirits and health. I pen this letter to you with a matter of great importance and opportunity. I am the proprietor of a sprawlin' estate nestled within the fine Southern part of these lands. Fertile soil, lush fields, and a charming Antebellum residence could be yours, friend.
Respond in a timely manner with your full social security number, your family name, and a copy of your most recent bank statements for verification purposes.
Yours in cheerful anticipation,
Sterling C. Abernathy-Moore