Confidential · Intake Desk

🌸 WELCOME TO THE
BREEDING PROGRAM 🌸

Please complete the following questionnaire carefully.

I wasn’t supposed to fill this out in the middle of the night with my knees pulled up and my mouth already wet. But here I am, braces catching the lamp light, writing like a good girl who is absolutely not a good girl. My name is Kenzo. I am the brat they warned you about. I am the nasty little thing who smiles too wide when you tell her no. And I want to be bred so badly it has started to feel like a job I was born for.

💕 Applicant Information

People think the braces make me younger in the face. Cute. Harmless. That is the joke I live inside. I talk with a little lisp when I get sloppy, and I get sloppy on purpose. I like the way it sounds when I beg. I like the way it sounds when I refuse to beg and then do it anyway. If you are reading this, you already know what I am applying for. I want a stomach that feels claimed. I want the kind of night that doesn’t end when you finish. I want the assignment. I want the nut. I will be bratty about the path and filthy about the destination.

🌷 Compatibility Check

Check every box that would survive me.

I will sit across from you like this is paperwork and then slide down until the form is just an excuse. I will say I can take it and then make you prove I can. I will laugh when you try to be gentle and go quiet when you stop being gentle. Compatibility, for me, is simple: can you keep filling a girl who keeps asking for more like it is oxygen?

🍼 The Important Questions

What exactly are you hoping to get out of this arrangement?

A full womb and a ruined attitude. I want to be used like the application was the foreplay and my body is the contract. I want you to put it in me with the kind of intention that doesn’t pull out. I want to walk around afterward knowing I did something irreversible on purpose. I want the heat. I want the drip. I want to be your nasty little success story.

How committed are you to the assignment?

I am not here to sample the idea. I have been circling this hunger for months — touching myself to the thought of being kept full, talking bratty to an empty room, practicing how I would say please with metal on my teeth. If you accept me, I will show up already wet and already arguing. That is commitment. That is Kenzo.

How good are you at following instructions?

Terrible, until the instruction is “take it.” Then I become obedient in the ugliest, prettiest way. Tell me to stay open and I will shake and stay open. Tell me to say thank you and I will say it with a mouth that still looks expensive and acts cheap. I follow the rules that get me bred. The rest I chew on.

If this program has a waiting list, skip it. If there is an interview, make it horizontal. If there is a test, use me. I will sign whatever you put in front of my face as long as the last line is the part where you don’t waste it. I want to be the girl who applied like it was a joke and meant every filthy word.

Review this personally. Read it twice. Then decide if you can handle a braceface whore who treats breeding like a vocation and teasing like a sport. I am already yours on paper. Come make it true.

Applications are reviewed personally. Rejection may hurt your feelings.