O Zapft is – Am I pregnant?!?

Title: “O Zapft is – Eine Schwangerschaft?” (Am I pregnant?!)

Story:
Freya, a busty Bavarian beauty, sat on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding. Just yesterday, herperiod was supposed to start, but it didn’t. She had always been regular as clockwork, so this delay sent waves of anxiety coursing through her body.

The voluptuous teen looked down at her peasant blouse, a traditional Bavarian dirndl that accentuated her ample bosom. She had worn it proudly at the Oktoberfest celebration over the weekend, twirling around in giddy merriment alongside her friends. That was when she met Hans, a strapping young man donned in Lederhosen, who had stolen her heart – and her virginity – in a passionate embrace behind the beer tents.

Freya shuddered, reliving every glorious detail of their illicit encounter in her mind. Hans’s bulging manhood, slick with sweat and her own nectar, plunging into her hot, tight folds again and again until he released a torrent of his seed deep inside her womb. It was her first time, but Freya was happy to have lost her innocence to such a virile male.

But now, as she wracked her brain trying to count the days, the dark realization began to dawn on her. What if Hans had planted his fertile seed in that moment of blinded bliss? The teen gasped at the thought of carrying his baby, her huge breasts swelling with milk as they outgrew even her voluminous dirndls.

“No, I can’t be!” Freya cried, running to the bathroom. She had to be sure. After relieving herself into the porcelain bowl, she fished out a wad of toilet paper and swabbed at the glistening deposit. Her heart leaped into her throat as she saw the unmistakable stains of creamy white cum marking the yellowed paper. Like the echoes of Hans’s hot spurts, it clung to her still, a virile reminder of their lustful coupling.

Dropping the damning evidence and shamefully dabbing at the moistness on her thighs, Freya returned to her bedroom, each footstep heavy as lead. She plopped down in front of the internet, her fingers shaking as she typed in a search. When she read what could happen when one engaged in unprotected sex, she nearly swooned.

“O zapft is – eine Schwangerschaft?!!” the German teenager squealed, her big boobs heaving with each gasped breath. She was pregnant, she just knew it. But was it really that bad? Freya placed her hands protectively over her womb, shuddering as she imagined Hans’s child growing inside her.

As her horrified thoughts raged on, a mischievous idea began to surface. Instead of being appalled, Freya actually found herself becoming excited by the prospect of carrying Hans’s child – his virile son or beautiful daughter. She had always wanted to be a mother, and what better way to fulfill her maternal yearnings than by bringing their passion to life?

The buxom teen licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with sudden lust. She lifted her dirndl, exposing her now-bare pussy to her own hungry gaze. Freya could still feel Hans’s cum oozing from her womb, trickling down the insides of her thick thighs. How naughty it felt, how…right.

Reaching down, she began to caress her clit, fingers rubbing the sensitive bud as she thought about Hans pumping her full of his essence once more. “You naughty dirty girl…” the virginal German teen whispered to herself, her cheeks burning with pleasure.

As she rubbed faster, Freya envisioned herself swollen with Hans’s child, her voluminous breasts and belly growing more majestic with each passing day. She imagined his large hands caressing the globes of her breasts, his lips suckling the creamy milk as she cradled their baby.

The teen felt her orgasm coming, waves of ecstasy shattering through her curvy body. She cried out sharply, her wetness trickling down her fingers and dripping onto the floor. When she finally recovered from her naughty solo tryst, Freya smiled, a plan already forming in her head.

She would find beautifulHans again and tell him her astonishing news. And if he was anything like her, they would celebrate his paternity in the finest German tradition – with a passionate carnality that would keep this proud Bavarian girl wet and willing, impatient for the day her belly would swell with his child.