Surprise at waking

I don’t remember getting drugged and raped for breeding

It was a few days before Christmas 2022. I’d lived in this tiny new town for only a few months, attempting to escape “big city life”, and had settled in pretty well. I was getting along, making friends, and had even been dating a guy for 6 weeks or so, but nothing really serious. This particular night he was out doing charity work, then later having a party with his friends at the lodge, so I was on my own.

I decided to go down to the bar and get dinner and a couple Irish coffees-just to warm up for the walk back home, of course. It was a typical evening, a little busy, but that was expected around the holidays as people tried to get time away from visiting family, or bring them to the bar so they didn’t have to interact. I remember chatting casually with a few acquaintances, and the bartender of course, but nothing out of the ordinary or that struck me as odd at all. I ate, I had three drinks, nothing crazy, but I started to feel really drunk. I had a couple beers at home before I came, so I wrote it off as it all catching up with me. I decided to walk home, before I embarrassed myself. I know I left alone, and I remember walking out the back door.

This is when I black out. The next thing I know, I’m moaning awake, in pain, confused. My head was pounding, my entire body was sore, like I’d been hit by a truck. It was blinding bright, and it took me a minute to come to my senses enough to even figure out I was home, then a bit more to realize where I was in the house, and that something wasn’t right. I figured I’d gotten really drunk the night before, and passed out on the couch. When I tried to sit up I was so sore it was hard to move. I remember being confused why the pet blanket was draped over me, I only put it down for the dog. When I flung it back and the cold air hit me, I realized I was completely naked. The reality started to dawn on me. I reached between my legs, and my pussy was a swollen sticky mess.

I wasn’t angry it happened, I was angry I couldn’t remember, but it also turned me on in a way I’d never felt before. I was sore but not bruised; there was a deluge of cum that spilled out of me when I finally stood but no cum anywhere else. I enjoy an ANR/ABF lifestyle, and my breasts weren’t painfully engorged. Whoever it was had nursed, and they must have emptied me because I was just starting to feel full. Whoever it was, though they had obviously been inside my ass, had only cum in my pussy. I didn’t FEEL raped, I felt… LOVED. I laid there and masturbated for an hour, making myself cum over and over, hoping it would help insemination. It’s hard to explain, but I really wanted to have a strangers baby.

I became obsessed with the idea some stranger was out there with my secret, and only he knew. Someone would watch me grow, watch my tits swell even bigger. Maybe see me on my porch, breastfeeding our baby. His baby. Only he would know. I wanted it. I wanted to be his vessel. I was devastated when I found out I wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t leave the house for weeks. I think about it constantly; wondering who it was and if they think about me. Or if I was just another night to them. Another notch on their bedpost.

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