Hired For His Womb: A Femdom Futa Mpreg Romance

By Natasha Rose

Previously published as Hired For His Womb: A Femdom Futa Mpreg Romance by Phoenix Rose

 

This is a dark romance tale involving gender swapping, futa transformation, female domination and mpreg.

 

Noah Harrow is desperate. No money left, no family to turn to and about to be evicted, he applies for a last ditch opportunity for employment at a large company with a less than ethical reputation. What he's asked to do to during the interview to secure the position seems less than professional and more than anyone has ever asked of him...

Sabrina Strap wants it all. To run one of the biggest companies in the country and have a family. Of course, she doesn't have time to carry a child to term herself so she'll get her new assistant to do it. Not just any assistant, a one ready to make some serious sacrifices. It must be a man willing to show how committed to the role he is by making some life altering choices...

Hired For His Womb is a steamy tale full of controversial decision making, power dynamics and female domination. Our characters will learn more about themselves than they realize but it's going to be one hot journey to get there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Rose
• Release date: Nov 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223798095

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Hired For His Womb: A Femdom Futa Mpreg Romance

Natasha Rose

Published by Natasha Rose, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

HIRED FOR HIS WOMB: A FEMDOM FUTA MPREG ROMANCE

First edition. November 18, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Natasha Rose.

ISBN: 979-8223798095

Written by Natasha Rose.

Copyright © 2023 by Natasha Rose

All rights reserved

Cover Art © 2023 Natasha Rose using images from depositphotos.com

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are completely fictional.

Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

All sexually active characters in this story are over eighteen years of age

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Disclaimer

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One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One

Twenty Two

Twenty Three

Twenty Four

Twenty Five

Twenty Six

Epilogue

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One

I want a baby. Do you think that’s something you could help with? She stared at me from across her large desk, unblinking and waiting for a response. I shifted uncomfortably and found myself unable to look anywhere but at the floor. I wasn’t sure if this was some kind of test or how she spoke to all the candidates, asking them such a personal and direct question so soon into the interview process.

The click of her heel on the floor as she stood up from her plush leather office chair jerked my attention back toward her and I searched my brain for the correct response.

Would I make a baby with this woman? If that meant fucking her then sure, I was all in.

She was a little older than me, with a womanly figure, petite with soft curves in all the right places and a walk I couldn’t take my eyes off when I’d followed her to her desk. Her hips swayed from side to side and the motion made her clothing emit small ‘hisses’ of fabric which joined the clack of her stiletto heels on the the cold marble flooring in a chorus of sounds I found oddly erotic.

Once sat behind her desk, she’d peered at me from behind her glasses with a penetrating stare. Her dark eyes saw straight through me, directly into my soul and to something deep inside of me which responded on an automatic level, forcing me to shiver uneasily as I tried to remain professional.

She’d watched my every move, her lips pursed in amusement at the effect she was obviously having on me. I’d smiled as best I could, embarrassed I was blowing the interview before it started. Luckily her assistant interrupted us and I composed myself, accepting her offer of a glass of water.

Swallowing it down, I centred myself and brought my attention back toward the woman sitting opposite me in a more professional capacity, willing my growing arousal away as quickly as I could.

Sabrina Strap. That was her name, I reminded myself. She’d told me it in a low, husky register when we’d shaken hands. My eyes went back to her and I gave her the best, most confident smile I could muster.

She returned the gesture before casually flicking the long, dark plait of her hair away from in-between her breasts. The thick, glossy rope had been snaking across her crisp, black pinstriped business suit; making a direct line in-between her suddenly visible cleavage which had been obscured from my view till now. The copious amount of flesh on show forced me to redouble my efforts to remain professional and I struggled not to look at her shapely globes as she’d launched into her questions. I’d answered as best as I could until the decisive, show-stopping question which now hung in the air.

Well? She pushed me for an answer.

Are you serious? I managed to cough back, finally finding my voice, What does your husband think? I struggled to find rational reasons to not to hit the jackpot of a new job and getting laid at the same time. What was wrong with me? A voice inside of me asked, greedy for both.

I don’t have a husband. I don’t have time for such things as a partner or dating. This company is my life. She spoke in a cold, faraway tone as she stared out of the large window which was the entire back wall of her office. I thought I could hear a note of regret in her voice but her expression as she turned to face me said otherwise.

How will you have time to be pregnant then? I retorted, collecting my thoughts as quickly as I could, "Or raise the child after it’s born? Children take a lot of time, you know?" She studied me for a moment and smiled; apparently something I’d said amused her.

This position affords me a standard of luxury which means I can hire all the help I need to take care of a child. She spoke haughtily, walking from behind her desk to my side before leaning in closer. Her perfume filled my nostrils and her powerful presence became all I knew as she dug her hands into my shoulders, holding me in place and clearly establishing who was in control at this precise moment. Perhaps every moment from here on out if I accepted her terms.

I struggled not to stare at the large valley of cleavage on show as she leant over me, part of me almost needing her permission to look. I shrank away from her and found my voice completely missing. I couldn’t believe how quickly I’d become so submissive around her.

And as for the pregnancy, you misunderstand me. She spoke clearly, pulling me away from my internal struggle and back into the present moment, "You will be carrying the baby, not me. I’ll simply be the one putting it in you..." Her voice lowered to a seductive crackle as she leaned further forward and my mind whirled with questions I was unable to voice.

How was such a thing even possible?

Two

Carry her baby? What kind of crazy idea was that? I flung my briefcase at the sofa in exasperation and wrestled my tie from my shirt.

As I slumped down next to the expensive leather case I was reminded of the fact I didn’t even own one. I’d had to borrow it. That’s how desperate things were financially. Could I even afford to turn down Sabrina’s offer?

My eyes roamed around my tiny, dilapidated apartment and I sighed loudly. Things were bad.

Sorting through the mail on the reclaimed piece of wood I called a coffee table several ‘past due’ notices caught my eye with their bright red writing and important looking fonts. I’d always been short on money but even I was beginning to worry at my current situation.

Heaving myself off the sunken, worn-out couch and taking the meagre amount of steps required to reach the small bathroom, I splashed water on my face and took a long, hard look in the mirror.

This apartment. It was all I had in this world. None of my family were alive to fall back to. No parental address to move back into if I was evicted. Few friends I could rely on to put me up for longer than a few weeks.

I towelled myself off, walking back into the living room and unbuttoning my shirt. I felt instantly better, like I was able to breathe again. Then the picture of my older sister on the wall caught my eye. She would’ve known what to do in my situation. She would’ve given me somewhere to stay if things got really bad. Moving closer to the picture, framed by an off colour cheap frame, I examined her smiling face and my own next to her on a family holiday years ago.

Before Mom passed away and Dad had finally given up hope and taken his own life. Before I’d moved to the city and things had gone completely wrong for me. Before she’d...

I turned away from the photograph. The memory of my sister and the fact she’d been taken away from me by a reckless drunk driver was still too raw