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Hi ! I'm in my late twenties and even though I am gay I feel deep inside my body slowly growing the need to breed, to procreate and to become a father. I sometimes imagine myself being the proud father of a large number of children, especially sons who I would want to raise to become just like their dad. A voice is my head is saying being more fatherly would also imply conservative values for my family. I even start saying dumb dad jokes ! Why do I have these weird thoughts ? What's happening to me ?
You try running for a run, to escape the voice in your head, but it's no use. In the echo chamber of your mind, the authoritative voice resounds with formidable clarity: “Hard work isn’t just an option; it’s a way of life. God rewards diligence.” This booming mantra reverberates through your consciousness, each repetition sharpening the focus of your resolve. As you stand there, time etches itself into your form, drawing lines of experience across your face. Gradually, you grow taller, your stature stretching to 6'3". As you inch up further and further, so do the hands of time as you age another 15 years.
Suddenly, a loud, almost seismic “snaaaaaaaaaap” echoes within, a jolt that propels you into the next phase of your evolution. The words, “Push through the pain; it’s a test of your willpower. God rewards perseverance,” crash through your mind like a tidal wave. Your body, now a canvas of relentless effort, begins to shift and strain under the pressure of burgeoning muscle. Every fiber feels as though it’s being stretched and molded by an unseen sculptor, each muscle knotting into a symphony of power.
The pain is intense, a constant ache that pulses with each movement. It’s as though your entire being is being remade—muscles taut and sinewy, straining against the confines of your skin. Your body groans under the weight of its new form, but it’s a pain laced with a profound sense of purpose. You can feel the strain of each bicep and the tightening of every muscle as if they’re being reshaped into an indomitable fortress.
Your physique emerges as a testament to unyielding discipline and strength. Broad, chiseled shoulders frame a chest that stands as a bulwark of resilience. Your biceps, now monumental, seem carved from the very essence of fortitude, and your legs, thick and powerful, mirror the strength of ancient tree trunks. A layer of body hair, coarse and rugged, adorns your chest and arms, adding a raw, primal edge to your formidable presence.
As you scratch out your newly formed beard, the sensation is both foreign and exhilarating. You think of your beautiful Christian wife, her face a beacon of love and support through this journey. The teachings of the Church resonate deeply within you, their guidance imbuing your actions with a sacred purpose. Each scripture and lesson reinforces the bedrock of your faith, propelling you to embody the virtues of diligence, perseverance, and strength.
Your face now carries the marks of years of dedication—a square jaw honed by hard work, high cheekbones reflecting a lifetime of effort, and eyes that pierce with an intensity born from unshakable conviction. Your hair, thick and often styled with a disciplined precision, frames your face with a dignified authority. When you smile, it’s a rare, warm expression that conveys a deep, fatherly pride.
A shimmering golden cross materializes around your neck, the metal searing against your skin with a fiery heat that sends waves of anguish and ecstasy coursing through your body. With each inhale, you can feel the cross pulsing and throbbing, its sacred power saturating your every cell. ou are a force of nature, wrapped in the strict discipline of a devout faith. Your principles are unwavering, guiding each decision with a moral compass that is both stern and compassionate. The respect you command is not just a result of your physical prowess, but also a reflection of your deep commitment to your family and faith. The more you wear it, the more your hatred for anything not pure and righteous grows.
Your pleasant smile twists into a sneer as the image of those vile faggots on the TV flashes before your eyes. Disgusting perverts, corrupting society with their filthy lifestyles. Just looking at them makes your blood boil. You snatch your phone from your pocket, the screen lighting up as you access the most toxic corners of the internet, consumed by rage at the very mention of those deviants.
"Those weak-minded liberal degenerates need to be put in their place," you growl, channel surfing until you find the most revolting news programs. "This country was founded on Christian values, and I won't stand for anyone threatening to tear that away from us! Those fake Christians and their progressive ideals have to be destroyed."
As you rant at the screen, feeling a primal urge rising within you, your wife Chastity comes slithering up behind you. The feel of her huge tits pressing against your rock-hard muscles elicits a deep groan of pleasure, her presence stoking the fire of your righteous fury. Chastity reaches around to cup and squeeze your growing bulge as she leans in to purr in your ear.
"Baby, Daddy's getting so big and strong for GoD… Does it turn you on when I talk about our blessed marriage? How He'll guide us to the proper path?" Her sultry tone mingles with the anger still simmering beneath the surface. The two feelings war within you as you grind against her pillowy breasts, the pain of the cross burning in your throat only fueling the pleasure.
"Damn straight, woman" you say gruffly, your hand coming down to possessively grab her tit through her shirt. "But some of these queers are too far gone to save. Maybe I should take matters into my own hands…"
Your hungry gaze rakes over Chastity's voluptuous curves, lingering on the tantalizing swell of her breasts straining against her blouse. The cross around your neck seems to pulse in time with the throbbing ache building between your legs. "Fuck, Chastity, you're so damn sexy," you growl, your hands coming up to roughly grab and squeeze her tits, relishing the way her nipples stiffen beneath your palms. "I'm gonna absolutely destroy this needy cunt tonight…"
Chastity just giggles and wiggles her plump ass against your rapidly hardening cock, driving you wild with lust and righteous fury. "Ooh, Angel, I can't wait to worship this big, strong Daddy of ours!" she squeals, her fingers pawing greedily at your chiseled pecs. "Mmm, God is going to fill our house with so many beautiful babies!"
The sheer intensity of your desire and devotion to the Almighty pushes you to the brink as you imagine bending Chastity over the kitchen counter and pounding into her fertile womb, ensuring that not a single shred of unrighteous DNA will enter your offspring. Your heavy balls churn with the holy seed, ready to impregnate your perfect wife…
"Mmmm, I'd love nothing more than being round with your baby boy," Chastity breathes, grinding her thick thighs together as she cups your straining erection. "We'll be so happy together, teaching those wicked sinners the power of our pure love" Her dirty talk nearly undoes you right there on the spot. Grabbing her wrist, you yank her hand down to wrap around your aching shaft, groaning as she strokes you off with desperate need. The depraved picture of ravaging your wife's cunt with the unholy fervor of a zealot sends you hurtling to the brink.
