Forced Infantilism Novels & Stories

Many positions and techniques he knew after learning at the great library of the Black Merchant that ensure her impregnation has been used, but it was all for naught. She didn’t have much hope because it was normal for strong people to have a lot of difficulties when having a child. That was the balance of the world where it will limit the fertilization rate of all strong people, that was because their heir will get both of their parent's advantages such as special physique, cultivation speed, or even the great cultivation from birth.

Afgan asked with great jealousy. “Get over your undirected jealousy,” Adelia said as she fed Afgan another piece of apple. “I'm just telling you about their love affair. A woman who is unable to give birth is a big scourge. It will be difficult to live with it.” Adelia took a deep breath and continued her sentence. “Look at your two children, do you still need another one?” Afgan smiled broadly and replied, “I do, I want ten children!” Adelia patted Afgan's stomach and he winced in pain. “Aowhh!”

he said. "I don't understand George, what are you talking about?" I asked trying to seem oblivious to his ridiculous offer. "I am simply suggesting to take advantage of my daughter's accident. If we can persuade Evie that she wanted to marry you and we do not mention the arrangement, we both benefit. I know you'll treat her right Alexander." he said. I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of a father is he? "How can you even say such things?!" I asked in disbelief "She is your daughter, not some toy you can give away. And what happens when she wakes up one day and realizes that her life is a big fat lie, huh?!" I was beyond mad at the moment.

All she wanted was babies to cuddle and coo over. Clint winced and glanced over at Genevieve , who had gone stiff. He’d promised her she wouldn’t have to have children for him. And he meant it. He wasn’t about to violate her to keep up family appearances, and a turkey baster was too crude even for him. Either way, forcing her to incubate his progeny would be almost as bad as rape. In some ways perhaps worse. They’d invent a story of infertility.

Edwin's stern coldness made Melati's face flushed red and her eyes glanced at Edwin. Ernawati herself, immediately held her son's hand to be more patient. "Take him to his room," said Candra immediately interrupted, which is returned nod by his assistant. Actually the man was not a problem Edwin married to anyone, as long as the woman is good. After all, his grandson had deserved to get a wife and offspring, even several times he forced his grandson to immediately look for a woman to accompany his life. But who would have thought that apart from the forced marriage, the woman who was present at her house did not have a better attitude.

Everyone praised my sister for bringing good fortune. Meanwhile, I had three daughters in succession. The Johnsons gradually lost face in the village and started calling me a curse. Mark forced me to try the new in vitro fertilization in the city. But the doctor said it was the man's problem - Mark had a chromosomal disorder and could never have boys. The Johnsons couldn't understand and refused to listen. After returning home, they started forcing folk remedies on me to make me bear a son. I was tortured beyond recognition, but still gave birth to another girl.

It was no longer uncommon to be married at eighteen and shortly afterwards to chauffeur a child around in a pram. Since the first appearance of the proles, the human birth rate had declined by a good third, and in South and North America it had even shrunk by almost half. And of the children that were born, not all made it to adulthood. And if there weren't any adults, there were correspondingly few children. In addition, there were just as many people these days who decided not to bring any offspring into the world, simply because it was too dangerous - and no matter how much money the state could offer them.

" Awww, my beautiful blushing and angry wife... You are looking so good right now, almost edible and you know that I am a foodie. So it is ok I wanted to... " " You are so bad. " " But you love me. Don't you" " No, I was so emb...." I silenced her by kissing her hard. My beautiful wife... Thanks to our parents for tying us in a Coerced Wedlock.

The only problem was that it involved me being impregnated by George. The population had been dwindling for decades, and as older generations were dying off, we were coming to a crisis point in the country. That’s when the government put out a mandate, allowing any man who applied for his breeding pass to have free use of any unwed woman without children. George had wanted a child of his own anyway, but my mother was infertile and there was nothing that could be done about it. When free use became a real thing, they had conversations behind closed doors, pondering what might happen to me.

He took a deep breath and said softly:" Anaya, trust me, this is all rubbish. It was just my stupidity. You know, at that time I was angry with Dad and he was forcing me to marry you. I just wanted to cancel this marriage, that's why I thought of a contract thing, thinking Dad would cancel this marriage." Listening to his words, Anaya wiped her tears and said:" It was not only you who was getting married forcefully. I was also forced to marry you, still, I wanted this marriage to work. I am not a toy, Ahaan. How can you make this contract without informing me? It's not your marriage, it's our marriage. I have full right to know that you were planning to divorce me before our marriage."