The Bull’s Baby and the Cuck’s Fate

Chanel had always loved being the center of attention — but nothing thrilled her more than watching jaws drop. At her baby’s gender reveal, surrounded by family and friends, she made a different kind of announcement. Her husband Stephen beamed beside her, his hand gently resting on her baby bump.

“I have something to tell you all,” Chanel said, her voice sweet, sharp, and unmistakably dangerous. “The baby I’m carrying… isn’t Stephen’s.” The silence that followed was deafening. Chanel didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled. “He belongs to someone bigger. Stronger. Blacker.”

Stephen looked like he’d been punched in the gut. His parents looked horrified. But Chanel? She looked positively radiant. “Stephen’s done his best,” she said casually, “but you can’t build a queen’s legacy on a jester’s seed. I’ve chosen a real man to breed me.”

Whispers turned to gasps as Chanel slowly made her husband kneel beside her. “You’ll stay,” she told him with a smirk. “Not as my husband, but as my obedient little helper — for my bull.” Stephen, defeated and broken, simply nodded, while Chanel beamed with cruel satisfaction.

She had flipped the script — no longer just a wife, but a goddess with a chosen breeder and a pet cuckold to serve them both. The days ahead would be filled with obedience training, servicing, and reminders of who truly owned Chanel’s body… and her future child.

This was more than a betrayal. It was a transformation. Chanel wasn’t just reclaiming her power — she was rubbing Stephen’s nose in it… one humiliating moment at a time.