Birth

Laura’s aching for a baby. Her hubby’s been dodging the subject hard—until he struts back from a trip and suddenly he’s all in, balls-deep on breeding her every chance he gets. Morning wood, lunch break, lights-out—he’s obsessed with knocking her up, and Casey Calvert plays every desperate, horny, fertile second like she’s starving for it. Multiple rounds later and still nothing, so they drag in Doctor Bill. Next check-up, Laura’s finally got a positive test, but the celebration’s short-lived. Brutal morning sickness hits, nightmares twist her sleep, and Matthew drops another surprise: he’s hired a live-in doula. Grace breezes in all sunshine and curves—Leana Lovings looking criminally helpful while those big, natural tits bounce under every thin top. Laura smiles through it, but something’s off. Matthew starts orbiting Grace more than his own wife, and the next OB visit turns sideways when Doctor Bill waves Laura out like an afterthought, leaving her stuck in the waiting room with Alison Rey’s very pregnant belly and zero answers. Back home, the tension only thickens. Grace and Matthew linger too long, touch too easy. Then the dreams get filthy. Laura’s on her back, legs spread wide, three strange cocks—Tommy Pistol, Robby Apples, Codey Steele—taking turns pumping her full while Doctor Bill scribbles notes like it’s a science experiment. She wakes up soaked, confused, and suddenly terrified that her dream of starting a family just turned into someone else’s breeding fetish. And the worst part? It feels like it’s only getting started.