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I would literally never stop trying to impregnate Shu. Every day I would wake him up by coming in him and every night I would cum in him right before going to sleep, which I would do with my dick stuck inside his rotton pussy. I would take some viagra before bed just to maintain my erection so that he'll be ready in the morning when I thrust into him like an animal and slather him in kisses. Part of our wedding vows would have as many children as physically possible. I wouldn't even care if he's already pregnant, I'll bang him while he's pregnant and he'll get double pregnant. I'll fill him with so much cum every day that he'll look pregnant even when he isn't (which he'll never be after we're married) I would do everything in my power to make Shu as fertile as possible. I'd give him fertility drugs, I'd give him uterus massages, breast massages, I wouldn't let him go 12 hours without at least one spastic orgasm. I'll even grow homemade lactation-inducing bananas to help him get to a point of hyperlactation syndrome so that he'll be seeping out multiple quarts of sweet cream per day. Which I will save and drink just so that I can tell him how delicious it is. I'll make him so fertile that triplets will be the minimum number he's carrying at any given time. His natural belly shape will be a literal sphere. I would literally never stop doting on him, I would respond to his every beck and call and I would cum inside him again each time he asks for something. He would be so pregnant all the time that he should literally not be able to stand up straight anymore even after menopause. His spine would be permanently bent out of shape to accommodate a pregnant belly. Even after he can't get pregnant anymore I would just keep putting more eggs into him. I would clone him purely so that I can put fresh eggs from the clone inside him after he runs out of them. If he doesn't have any eggs I will synthesize them from his DNA. He would have so much progresterone running through his veins at any given time that even the thought of not being pregnant would seem alien to him. Imagine marrying Shu and he tells you he wants a kid and that he'll be fine and he'll keep his sorcerer duties up while pregnant. When he finally gets two lines on his pregnancy test he'll jump and full body hug you crying about how happy he is after trying so hard. Everything is going great for a few months, Shu is glowing and his sorcerer activites are working out and his belly is quite small on his toned body. Now imagine in a few months Shu has to stop his sorcerer activivities because his feet hurt and his legs aren't used to holding up his new weight.***[5:03 PM]***His belly extends almost a full foot infron of him and he's gained nearly 15 kilos. Imagine the look on Shu’s face when Anycolor tells him that he would take a break from his sorcerer activities for a while- because he's carrying triplets and the excessive movement is doing more harm than good. Imagine Shu reluctantly smiling at you and promising to stop doing his sorcerer things for the sake of preparing to take care of three kids at once. Imagine as the weeks go by and his womb fills up more and as his appetite and weight increase with it. Imagine finding your 7 month pregnant wife Shu raiding the fridge in the dark at 4:00 AM- with a guilty look on his face when you find him, like a puppy that gnawed holes into your pillow. Imagine towering above Shu while he sits on the floor nervously wiping unagi sushi off of his massive belly and mumbling about how the kids made him do it. Imagine helping Shu up and princess carrying him back to bed and having him ask if he can lie on top of you because you're warm. Imagine rubbing Shu’s nipples and having him complain about how you might get milk everywhere and how he needs to save it for the kids. Imagine teasing Shu about his breasts are too small to feed three kids and how he'll need to start saving it up early, leading to him not milking himself for weeks and accidentally turning his tiny- supple breasts into overfilled perrky veiny milktanks that spurt succulent cream at the slightest touch. Imagine Shu being proud of his breast growth despite it being painful and unhealthy and imagine the look on his face when the doctor says he would just start milking himself and how his husband (you) would probably be willing to help. Imagine spending hours with Shu’s now plump squishy body resting on your lap while you suck the milk out of his tits. Imagine the extra weight from his pregnancy making it difficult to walk for him and turning his partially immobile during the last month. Imagine Shu try harding motherly charms like learning to cook and decorating the baby room and lactating. magine your comments having made him self concious about his milk production so he starts try harding supplements and massages to increase his yield to nearly a quart of milk per day. kill me
