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Chapter 2

   The next night, Rory and I consulted.  "Mom, these pills are crap!"

   "Rory Bollinger!  you will take your birth control like an adult."

   "Not those.  Pantyflash isn't working, I gained a whole pound since
yesterday!" She meant Pannusflush, but I didn't correct her.

   "So did I, but if we stop taking them, we won't have given them enough
of a chance."

   "I'll make dinner, then." She declared.

   Frankly, I was getting a bit tired of super rich and sweet meals.  After
a three fourths pound of prime rib, Jerry had presented us with his latest
concoction, bacon guacamole spread thick over graham crackers, and that
wasn't even dessert!  "Dinner is your brother's chore.  I promised him.  If
you think the pills aren't working, then eat less and exercise more."

   "I would, but your exercise sessions are crowding out my time with Jerry
before my bedtime."

   "You will not keep your fucking brother up late!" I swore.  "You both
need a full night's sleep before school days."

   "So you knew I know you're fucking your son!" Rory stormed, desperate to
get an edge over me.

   "Look, if I can hear you screaming from that boy's pile driver, you were
certainly going to hear me." I sound like a gasoline lawn mower when I'm
cumming.

   "You thought it was gross that I was fucking him.  Mother fucking is way
worse!"

   "But not as gross as getting fat to make my son's saturn five rocket
ready to launch."

   "That-" Rory snorted, trying to find a better insult, "That probably
turns you on more than his dick!"

   Bingo.  I issued steam through my nose.  "Shit." She was right.  I was
getting to like being fat for my son.  "Take your Pantyflash pills." I
gulped mine with a swig of water.  I handed two to my plucky daughter.

   "Ha!" She swiped them from my hand and swallowed them dry.



   The next day was Friday.  With the fucking minors at school, I dialed
Russ.  "What did that quack give us, placebos?"

   "Maybe.  BUT LET ME FINISH!" He cut me off before I could explode. 
"It's a double blind study.  You signed the papers.  Did you read them?"

   "Maybe you think its funny, that instead of helping me lose weight,
you're making me gain it!  Here's something I guarantee will make you
laugh, a new round of alimony mediation, now that you've got that swank
genetics industry job."

   "Okay!  I get it." Russ backpedaled.  "I'll call Blaine Harvey."

   "Isn't his name the other way around?"

   "Sometimes.  I don't know." He hung up.

   My phone rang.  "I've missed you, Miss Wet Plumkin." Lana's voice slunk
into my ear.

   I had the worst idea.  "Lana, sweetheart.  How would you like to come to
dinner?"

   "Only if I can cum after dinner."

   "It's a date."

   I spent the day cleaning and then showering.  My new weight quickly
tired me.  An hour before the kids came home, I was laid out like a beached
sea cow.  Jerry saw me and licked his lips.  "I'll start dinner, now, Mom."

   Rory punched him.

   "Ow!  What was that for?"

   "For being a butt head."

   "I'd punch your tits, to pay you back, but I'd only lose my money."

   "Don't be making fat food tonight!  Make me a salad."

   Jerry frowned.  That is, until Rory went to her room to study.  Then he
brightened.  "I'll make a salad all right."

   "Hey, Food Pusher, you mind your sister." I remained on the couch.  When
Jerry eyed my fat, my pussy seeped with anticipation.  "And make enough for
three."

   He smirked, "I always make enough for five."

   I think I orgasmed after he said that.

   By nightfall, a rosemary rib roast filled the house with promise of
umami.

   The doorbell rang.

   "Francis!"

   "Lana!" We hugged.  She groped my enlarged ass.

   "Keep it up, lover, and I'll have to bring a crowbar to find where to
plug in my dildos."

   "Dinner's ready!" Jerry beamed from the kitchen.

   Rory scuttled out from her room.  We sat down and my son lugged our
largest bowl, made for outdoor parties of ten or more, and thunked it down
in the center of the table.  It was piled high with lettuces, all shapes
and sizes.

   "Salad?" Lana winced.  "Really, Fran, you would be that cruel to
yourself?"

   "Dig in." I countered with a Mona Lisa smile.  I knew my son was up to
something.

   She took the tongs - guests first.  Rummaging for a first clot of
leaves, her hand stopped suddenly.  She turned the tongs and exposed the
second layer.  "Is that a bone?"

   "Rib roast salad, with a Cajun butter dressing!" Jerry announced
proudly.

   "Well, aren't we the enterprising gourmand." Lana laughed.

   "That's sick!" Rory threw her napkin to the floor and stood.

   "Return to your seat, young lady!" I admonished.  "Your brother went out
of his way to make what you wanted for supper.  You will sit down and eat
two servings, or I'll lock you in your room tonight."

   "That's not fai-!" Rory stopped, snorted and sat.  She knew what her
real punishment would be, starving in her room with a vibrator, when a
fatted calf was serving next door.

   Lana filled her plate and passed the tongs to my daughter.

   I ate two helpings too.  Lana couldn't believe how much Rory and I
packed down our gullets.  She leaned over and whispered, "You two made me
lose my appetite." She meant for sex.

   "You'll see." I smiled.  Dinner finished, Jerry leaped up and dragged
out three, gallon tubs of Chocolate, Vanilla, and Raspberry ice cream.  He
made banana splits for each of us, excluding himself, complete with
pineapple, strawberry, and chocolate sauces, with ground almonds, whipped
cream, and a cherry on top.

   Lana picked at hers.  Rory and I were licking the bottoms of our glass
boats, as if we had been racing.  When my son had placed the cherry on top
of my split, he whispered, "The first one to finish it all, gets first
prick."

   Instead of clearing the table and washing dishes, I told Rory, "Why
don't you and Lana and I have a little talk in my room?" It was not a
question.

   "Okay, but don't try to change the subject.  I licked mine clean before
you."

   "Piffle." I smirked and led the two women down the hall.  Closing the
door, I confronted Lana.  "Would you believe Rory and I are on a diet?"

   "You poor, malnourished creatures!  If you gain less than two pounds by
morning, I'll go down on you first, all next week."

   "Eewww!" Rory covered her ears.

   "Don't knock it until you've tried it." Lana and I chorused.

   I took the bottle of Pantyflash, and shook two doses into my hand.  I
handed one to Rory.  I fished a water bottle from my houserobe and
swallowed mine.  Then I proffered The Wheel of The Pill to my daughter.

   "Really?" Lana looked amazed.  "Rory?"

   "What?" The high schooler sucked down her pilles and snorted.  "Don't
you think I could have a boyfriend."

   "I'd know if you did." Lana smiled back.  "Pussy talks."

   I cleared my throat.  "My daughter's sex life isn't why I invited you in
here, Lana."

   She looked disappointed.

   "Well, mostly.  It seems her's and mine have become somewhat entangled."

   "That's the best news I've heard all day!" My bisexual lover almost
launched herself at Rory.

   "Not her." I waved my arms, crossing each other.  "Him!" I pointed at
the door.

   Lana melted.  "No."

   If you don't believe me, go look for yourself.

   "Mom!" Rory complained.  "I won the race, not her!"

   "Shhh, child, Lana wasn't in the race." I stepped between Rory and the
door and told Lana, "Just walk into his room.  That's all you have to do.
You'll understand."

   Lana exited.  I closed the door behind her.  "Tomorrow is Saturday.  You
can stay up late, Dear." I mollified my oldest.

   "What if she wears Jerry out?  She's a bigger slut than you and me
combined."

   "That'd be like wearing out the Grand Tetons." I dismissed my daughter's
nonsense with a hand wave.

   We waited five minutes.  Lana didn't return.  Rory and I snuck out and
listened at Jerry's door.

   "OH MY FUCK!" Lana yelled loud enough to hear in my room with my door
closed.  "FUCK!" She echoed.  "FUCK!" Getting louder with each burst. 
"FUCK!"

   "That shit brother of mine." Rory hissed.

   "He's not fucking her, and she's not fucking him." I bet aloud.  "She
still staring at it."

   "Oh." Rory giggled.  "You must have mastered pussy language."

   I opened my son's door.  "You okay, Jerry?" I strode in and grinned. 
"Is this skinny cunt bothering you?" My son's hands, which had been happily
stroking it, were trying to hide Full Dome." That's in Yosemite, right?

   "MOM!" Jerry looked away.

   "FRAN!" Lana turned to me.  "Your son has a dick like a 787 super
liner."

   "More like a packed cruise ship." Rory corrected, entering her brother's
room.

   "Now you know why my daughter and I are on a diet."

   "What does that have to do with the size of Jerry's prick?" Lana
remained stunned.

   My daughter answer.  "Jerry gets off on fat chicks."

   Jerry complained.  "Rory!  That's priv-"

   "Not anymore, I would say." She looked at me.  "Mom, you wanted Lana to
know."

   "Why would I want that?" I challenged my daughter.

   Lana answered.  "Didn't you hear?  She called me skinny." My dear pussy
swapping friend was by no means an emaciated cover model, but you could
test flat irons against her belly.  "She's testing me."

   "You want to get Lana fat?"

   "Just a few pounds.  Maybe then, she wouldn't shame me into her snatch
every time we hook up."

   "I'm sorry." Lana said sincerely, as if an alien creature had landed on
her head and waved its magic wand.  "I will never do it again."

   "That would be nice." I responded.  "I like you, Lana.  You're a slut I
can take to the bank."

   "You've shown me Fort Knox.  But I don't like the key your dangling."

   "Then walk your dangle out of here.  I'll stop by tomorrow."

   "Maybe I could get to like it." All this time Lana hadn't once taken her
eyes off of Jerry's hard cock.  Our talk of getting fat was keeping him
firmly in the chubby.

   "You have plenty of men.  Most would dump your ass if it gained six
ounces." I reminded her.

   "How fat would I have to be?" My friend mentally weighed how much weight
it would be worth to get the weight of my son's prick into her cunt.  She
wasn't asking me.

   Jerry hemmed and hawed.  "I dunno." He looked at his sister and frowned.

   "REALLY?" Rory shouted.  "I've gained fourteen pounds since we started."

   "Yeah, and it's a good start-"

   "Hush!" I interrupted.  "Lana, my boy's fetish is beyond you."

   "I could rent a fat suit."

   I grabbed my friend's shoulder gently.  "Come on.  I shouldn't have
trapped you like this.  I promise to make it up to you, tomorrow."

   "That would be impossible." Lana resisted but ultimately let me escort
her to the front door.  We kissed there, chastely.

   I shut the door behind her and locked it, loudly, to make sure she heard
she wasn't welcome for the rest of the night.  I returned to my son's room,
to the sight I expected.

   "GODS!" Rory yelled.  "Its like my insides are exploding in slow motion.
Her brother's piston pushed out her belly fat in rippling waves of fuck
motion.  I could either watch and finger myself, get my magic wand and
watch, or go to my room and cry until it was my turn.

   I won't say what I did.  None of them made me feel any better for doing
what I had done to Lana.

   Saturday afternoon, the Bollinger family lay about the house half naked,
exhausted.  We'd dared ourselves to drain Jerry dry.  He had made us fill
our pussies with chocolate sauce and suck each other out.  Then he made us
suck his cock after he used it to wipe every brown drop from our cunts.  I
think Lana's visit inspired him.

   The doorbell rang.  We let it.

   After ten rings.  I groaned.  "Get that, Jerry." How he had the strength
I don't know.  He grabbed an apron and opened the door with the chain
hooked.

   Lana's bright face peered through the gap.  "I bought groceries!"

   I smiled, weakly.  "Don't stand there with your dick hanging, Jerry. 
Let her in before something melts.

   "Doctor Blaine, are you sure these pills are the right ones?"

   "Russel told me you knew this was a double blind test." He wiped himself
with a handful of tissues.  "I don't know what they are."

   "At least you don't think I'm too fat to fuck." I tried.

   "I do, but I have a fetish for women who fake it." He sneered, zipping
back into his eight inches that were worthless to me.

   "How could you tell?" I was insulted.

   "When I came you sang, 'The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain.'"

   "If you can tell that, why can't you tell what the pills are?" I had
brought my bottle.

   "It's not like I have a chem lab in my office." It wasn't like his
office to have a doctor's office.

   "Send a pill out to a lab."

   "I'll send the bill to you."

   "I'm good for it."

   "You were better for it." His fetish was failing him.  "I can't believe
you gained thirty pounds in one month!"

   "Maybe it's the pills?" I growled.

   "They'd have to be super suger pills, and you'd have to take a bottle a
day to gain half what you have.  What are you eating?"

   "Oh, a little bit of this..." I sang.  "A little bit of that."

   "I'd compromise the study." He said half-heartedly.

   "You mean, you don't want to fuck my daughter either, for the lab bill."
I knew that Rory was incapable of faking it.  Either she was all in or all
out.  Right now she was in the lobby, bawling her eyes out.

   "Why am I so fat?" She'd begged me this morning.  "Help me!"

   "Why does an addict kill little old ladies for purse change?  You-" I
stopped myself.  "WE would do anything to get Jerry's cock inside of us."

   "Then why has Lana LOST three pounds?" Lana was at her house, probably
bawling her eyes out.

   I didn't have an answer.  I called the doctor and demanded that he see
us today.  Rory couldn't bear to be examined, after she saw him wrinkle his
nose at her.

   "Doctor, if you don't find out what's in these pills, I'm going to call
the cops and have you arrested for molesting my daughter."

   "I didn't touch her."

   "You think she would tell the truth, after what you did to her?"

   "I just - hadn't seen her.  I mean, the change-" He stopped before he
lost any more ground.

   I waited.

   "I'll do it." He whispered.  "I'll need four pills."

   "We're running low."

   "Why are you even taking the damn things, if you think they're making
you fat?" He burst.

   "That's what the doctor ordered." I counted out four.  "But you have to
sign for a re-fill, for both of us."

   Minutes later, I helped Rory get up and waddle out of the building.  She
had trouble getting into the passenger seat.  More tears followed.

   She remained in the car when I parked in Exo-Genetics' security lot. 
The white jacketed, woman pharmacist smiled and hummed while she refilled
our prescriptions.

   I left with the suspicion that she knew more about the drug than our
doctor.

   There was only one cure for Rory, when we returned home.  She clawed her
way out of the car and thudded around it.  She barely fit through the door
in the garage.  I locked the car, taking my time.  I called Lana and tried
to talk her out of suicide.

   "I never should have let you talk me into taking those pills." She
cried.

   "On you, they seem to be working.  You're more popular at bars than
ever." I complimented.

   "He won't even let me suck on it!" Lana was a very oral woman.  "He says
I'm too small." She sobbed.

   "It's just a big dick.  Trust me, after the first hundred fucks, it
loses something." I was now officially evil.

   "Bitch!"

   "Sorry.  But you have to let it go.  Stop taking those pills.  Move to
another town.  Trade quality for quantity."

   "I tried that." Lana wailed, "But I don't know what I'm comparing the
six of them against!" She pleaded, "Let me slip a mickey into his milk. 
One fuck.  I'll be quick, I'm sure.  It's all I think about."

   "That thing takes too much blood from Jerry.  It can't get hard when
he's unconscious." I explained.  "Do I have to hold the phone up to Rory
again?  All she does is cry when she's not fucking her brother.  Getting
addicted to heroin is probably easier to deal with."

   "It hasn't made you cry."

   "What's another thirty pounds to me?" My mother still had me beat, but
my breasts were getting close.  "Rory is an outcast at school.  Her
'friend' Julie stole Rory's chance to be vice president beside Caroline
Gincotter."

   "Double bitch." Lana commiserated.

   "Yeah, I have plans."

   "Are they anything like what you planned for me?"

   I sighed.  Lana had every right to hate me.  She didn't because I was
her access to Jerry's cock.  "I'm sorry.  I should never have lured you
into my son's bedroom.  If you want me to apologize again, I will.  I say
it to your cunt whenever you ask, with a sincere tongue."

   "That's a start."

   "I'm sorry.  I can't make Jerry get hot for skinny women."

   "I come over every night.  I eat the same food as as you and Rory.  I'd
eat more than you, if I could keep it down.  I leave stuffed, every time,
while you and she get stuffed with Jerry's other cooking."

   "And we appreciate that you've bought all the groceries for the last
month.  Jerry's fetish was killing the house food budget."

   "Tell Jerry, he needs to appreciate me in person.  Just once, is all I
ask." Lana had gone from weeping to whining in the matter of two minutes.

   "I'll ask, again.  I promise." I bid her a good day and hung up.  I
entered the house, carrying my prescription to where I hid the bottle in my
dresser drawer.  Intrigue complete, I grabbed my portable vibrator and
hunkered back down the hall.

   When I'd passed, twenty seconds prior, Rory was crying a different tune.
"Fuck my fat cunt.  Make me fatter, brother, and fuck me until my fat is
ripped from fuck exercises."

   Now ear to door, I heard, "You're huge compared to Mom, Rory.  You make
me so hard.  I LOVE fucking you!" Jerry yelled.  His meaty slaps goaded me
to punch the on switch and plug my cunt.  I had doffed my pants and panties
in my room.  I hoped he didn't take too long with Rory.  I could only stand
three good cums from my magic friend before my birthing hole needed to feel
it's second creation passing through it.  I listened to my son and daughter
fuck for a few minutes, ignoring their cliche moans and groans.

   "Mom is almost as fat as Grandma, little brother." Rory inflamed her
brother's imagination at the critical point.  We hadn't forgotten that my
mother's size was Jerry's biggest fetish.

   "I know." Jerry said barely above their fucking noise.  "Oooohhhh, gonna
cum."

   I did cum.  It was my second.  I hoped that Jerry would provide my
third. But Rory and I had an unspoken agreement.  We didn't interrupt each
other, even if the house was burning.

   Rory screamed.  I rated it.  That should last her for a few hours.  I
backed into my room.  After Jerry's and Rory's doors opened and closed in
succession, I returned to my son's room and knocked.

   "Could you get a damp cloth from the bath, Mom?"

   "I don't mind." I opened the door.

   My son looked up from his glistening monstrosity.  "I told you to get me
a wet towel, Mom."

   He had taken to ordering me about.  My sweet son had learned the full
power of his super power.  "Fine." I trivialized obeying him.  It was just
a hand towel.  I wet it in the sink until the water ran hot.

   "I see you took off your underwear for me." He shook his palm at the
towel.  "You clean me."

   I kneeled to the rug and grabbed his bean stalk with my empty hand.  My
other hand wiped the drying cum and cunt juice from his glowing flesh.

   "I don't know, Mom." He worried.  "There might be more inside.  You'd
better suck on it to make sure you clean it completely."

   "Jerry-" I tried.

   "Now, Mom." He pushed my head to his dick head.  It was a short
distance.

   I opened as wide as I could and planted my face on my son's still hard
dick.  My mouth was just big enough for the head.  He delighted in keeping
my jaws full, while he undressed my top.

   "Gods, I love how big your tits are getting." He mauled them.  I
groaned.

   Not as big as my mom's, my lizard brain taunted.  I focused on sucking
out the last of my son's cum from the dick filling my face.  Maybe then he
would stuff it where it belonged.

   "I'm going to stretch out your lips, Mom.  Then I'm going to stretch out
your cunt."

   "Hmmmmm!" I hummed eagerly.

   "Then I'm going stretch out your belly."

   "HNNGG?!!" I would have spat out his prick, but my son pressed his hand
against the back of my head, when he announced his intentions.  I nearly
choked!

   "All in good time, Mom." He chuckled.  "Okay.  I think you've cleaned me
out." Which made him harder.  Jerry lay back and stared at his bedroom
ceiling.

   Yes!  I pulled my face off of my son's big dick.  Instead of arguing
about his plan to seed my uncertainly fertile womb, the two extra seconds
of being silenced by my child's fat fucker gave me the best idea.

   "You know I'm in charge of Rory's birth control." I heaved my body
across his and leaned forward on my knees.  I stared into my son's eyes,
and I grabbed his two hands wide shaft and pointed it into my dripping
slit.

   "Yeah." He frowned.  He knew that he could push me around, but I had my
limits.  "The Pill isn't one hundred percent effective, Mom.  I'm going to
overwhelm Rory's hormonal defenses." He had been fucking his sister four
times for every bone he threw my way.

   I was having to perform increasingly rude and sick tricks to get
satisfaction.  I sat my considerable heft on my son's fat cock and sucked
it into my stretching cunt.  "Ohhhh, I swear it gets bigger every time." A
week ago he told me, I would do all the work, to maximize my fat burning
exercises.  My legs were getting really strong, but I kept gaining weight.
"If you give her an ectopic pregnancy, we will abort." I promised.  I
started fucking my son's incredible prick.

   He chuckled again.  "Yeah, okay.  But don't you dare kill a regular
one." He bucked his shaft up to plunge my descending puss, a rare treat for
me these days.

   "That's for Rory to decide." I tried to be ominous.  He wasn't buying.
We both knew Rory would spill kids out like turds to keep fucking her
brother.  I pulled my son' hands to my breasts.  "Don't forget.  You made
these.  You better take care of them."

   My tits were my last weapon I had over Jerry.  He lifted them and pushed
them together.  He loved fucking them, but I held out sometimes, a
stalemate that frustrated both of us.  He started sucking them.  I loved
his tight lips and tongue lashes.  Biting my nipples made my cunt lurch
while I was fucking him.  "OHHhhh!" I gushed, wracking his iron pole with
shuddering fat.

   "How about a better opportunity to plant your incredible seed?" I heaved
my ass up and down, washing his prick with hot juice.

   "What?" He sounded leery but he resumed sucking my double D.

   "Instead of getting Rory into trouble, get her out of it." I planted my
own seed, while working to extract my son's with ass push ups.  "Those
girls, who used to be her friends treat her like shit at school."

   "They treat me like shit too." He spat out one and bit the other nipple.

   "Uuuugghhh!!" My ass trembled from the jolt of pain searing wonderfully
down my spine, but it didn't stop driving my cunt up and down the meat
stick stuffing me.  "I guarantee satisfaction."

   "They're not really my type, mom." He paused his sucking to speak.  His
words carried a suspicious hesitation.

   I grabbed his head to my tits.  "Gods, you're gonna make me cum!" I
kissed the top of my son's head and fucked him faster.  My legs were
getting strong enough to last for two cums, but all this talk was delaying
my first with him.  I could live with that.  "Those girls are fertile as
fuck, if they aren't fat enough for you.  Think about it.  You'll make
their tummies fatter faster than you would by feeding them."

   "Heh!" Jerry bust a gut at the though.  "HAH!  HAH!  I'll do it." He
sobered, "But they hate me." He reinforced his concern by fucking back
against my pounding weight.

   "Hate is just another word for wanting to get fucked, in this case." I
promised my mother fucking son.  In my case I was more of a son fucking
mom. I crashed my fat torso down and raised it hight, raking my horny hole
with the flare of his cockhead.  "YESSSSS!!!" I cried.  My body shuddered
as his prick shook inside me and unleashed a horde of sperm up my sucking
cunt.  I screamed from the bolt of lightning that struck me, and I wrapped
my arms around my son's shoulders, pressing his face into my heaving bosom
with all my strength.  "You will have play your part." I finished.  My
incredible orgasm flushed my brain with joy for long minutes.

   I rested, pinning a very curious Jerry to his bedroom floor.  When I
told him my plan, he made me fuck him again.  I worried that I was keeping
Rory from the one joy that remained in her life.  Fuck her.  I needed it
too.  As much as I wanted to rush off to start my plan, I fucked my boy
slow and came twice.  I didn't really need to call Lana.  We'd see her at
dinner.

   Rory didn't come to dinner, that night.  I when to her room and knocked.
"Honey?"

   "Not feeling so good, Mom." Her voice was quiet.

   "Should I take you to Dr.  Blaine or Harvey or-?" I tended to blame
every unhappy thing on the drug we continued to take.

   "I'm more sick of that joke." She snorted.

   "Fine.  Maybe you'll get a full night of sleep for once." I taunted. 
It's not like my daughter needed another injection of her brother's fat
ladened food.  I returned to the dinning room and set three places instead
of four.

   The doorbell rang.

   "Lana, you're like family.  Just come inside."

   "Not like THIS family." She quipped.  "As much as I'd like to be."

   I took a bag of groceries from her and we walked to the kitchen.  "Well,
in a few days, maybe you will be." I hinted.

   "You talked with him?" Lana burst.

   "I'm listening." Jerry turned burgers swimming in a cheese sauce.

   I pressed a finger to Lana's lips.  We put the groceries away.  "I'll
explain in the living room." I hustled out with her.

   "Tell me!" She whispered.

   "It's not a secret." I smiled.  "But Jerry gets too excited when he
thinks about it."

   "Why is that bad?"

   "It isn't."

   "Now you're teasing again." She pouted.

   "Yes." My eyes twinkled.  "but my last.  I promise." I told her the
plan.

   ------------------

   The next morning, Rory threw up in the toilet.  I raced to the corner
market and bought a pregnancy test.  It turned negative.

   "Whew!" I sighed.

   "I dunno, Mom." Rory looked rather pale.  "Don't you have to wait a
couple weeks before those work."

   "Watch your tongue, young lady." I mocked, but she was right.  We would
have to wait.  "Stay in bed today.  Maybe it's that gross food Jerry's been
serving.  I'm surprised we both haven't moved our beds next to the
porcelain god."

   "Lana heaves up half of what she eats." Rory consoled herself.  She
returned to her room.

   With my daughter out of school for the day, my plan's chances increased.
I used the phone for over an hour making calls.  The first was to our idiot
doctor, for an appointment.  The rest were to the school mom network. 
While not a conspiracy, we found reasons to agree about how to herd our
hormone challenged offspring.  That's how Julie Herring and Caroline
Gincotter ended up at Lana Meryl's house for dinner.

   The two prongs of the devil stick bedeviling my daughter had no idea
that Jerry and I would stop by, during their important life lesson.

   "Fran, I wasn't expecting you!" Lana opened the door and welcomed with
mock malice.  "I was just telling a couple of your daughter's classmates
how I lost ten pounds in the last month."

   Tittering rang out from the two girls in the living room.  They could
probably see my belly.

   I smirked at them, especially Lana.  "I warned you, Lana." I even shook
a fist.  "Just because I've gained a few pounds, doesn't mean you can lord
it over me."

   "A few!  HAH!" My friend threw her head back for effect.  "That's like
saying the Hindenburg got a little hot!" She laughed.  The girls bust out
too.

   I caught a whisper from them, "...a blimp, like Rory..." More laughter.

   "Hey, you can't talk to my mom like that." Jerry pushed past me.  His
false bravado imparted enough strength to push me into Lana's house with
him.  I helped by pretending to stumble.  Otherwise, I would have been a
brick wall to him.

   "What have we here?" Lana cooed.  "A mongrel with a loud bark." She
shook her finger at him, "Naughty, naughty boy."

   At this point, Jerry improvised.  We hadn't been sure how the ball would
get rolling, but he chose well from the moment's opportunities.  My son
grabbed Lana's outstretched arm and planted her hand against his crotch.

   It wasn't clear if the girls could see what he did, but that didn't
matter.  The circus would soon be unavoidable.

   "Jerry!" Lana cried.  "How dare you!" Contrary to the plan, she pressed
instead of pulled her hand.  I didn't begrudge her.  It was the first time
she had touched it, even if my son's pants were in the way.

   "Say you're sorry to my mom, or I'll..."

   "You nasty boy!  Let go of me." Lana had trouble suppressing a smile. 
Her hand rubbed the soft but thick package behind the cloth wrapping it.

   "Should I call my dad?" Caroline offered.  I hadn't factored in the
girls' cell phones.  That could destroy everything.

   "Maybe." Lana took control.  "But before then, make sure you get
pictures."

   "Of what?" The girls asked.

   "Of this dog's wiener." Lana unzipped Jerry's pants and fished out eight
relaxed inches.  "That'll teach him to obey his betters."

   The girls sprang out of their chairs, cell phones at the ready.  They
chorused, "OH HELLA GODDESS!  WHAT IS THAT?" Their arms froze, pre-photo
tap."

   Lana turned to our prey.  "Don't you know?" She smiled.  "I guess our
school's health program isn't doing a sufficient job.  Here, this will let
you get a good look." My friend kneeled before my son, took his cock into
both of her hands, and jerked on it.

   To ensure success, I nuzzled my distended belly against Jerry's back and
warmed his ears with my breasts.  His prick rose mightily.

   "My, my, this dog knows an amazing trick!" Lana cooed once more.

   "Eeewww!" Julie squealed.

   I watched Caroline gulp.  I couldn't hear her over Lana's hands slapping
up and down a telephone pole.  With six hands, it would have been hard to
hide my son's jutting manhood.

   "There!" My friend announced and licked drool from her lips.  "That
tamed our nasty hound."

   Jerry countered.  "It's the bitch who needs taming, Ms.  Meryl" My son
took Lana's head and mounted it on his pole.

   I had to suppress a laugh at how readily Lana opened her mouth, to allow
my son to plug her face.

   "Ms.  Meryl!" Caroline shrieked.  She covered her eyes.

   "Miss Meryl!" Julie gasped.  She covered her mouth.

   I had to cover my ears.

   Cell phones hit the carpet.

   "Nngg!!  Nnng!" Lana cried against the muffling meat in her gullet.  She
beat her fists against Jerry's hips, hard enough to threaten a bruise.

   "You're killing her!" Caroline yelled.

   My son turned to her and smiled.  "Nah!  Don't either of you move, if
you care about this bitch, or I just might."

   I rolled my eyes.  These two shits didn't give a damn about anyone.  The
girls didn't run, through, to my relief.  Once more, my son's serpent had
mesmerized its prey.  My only job, at this point was to keep quiet.

   "It's rape!" Julie shouted.  She bent to get her phone.

   "You think so?" Jerry distracted her for the second needed to save our
plan.  "Check this out." He released Lana's head and held his hands high.
He stilled his eager loins.

   Lana pounced with her face, fiercely against my son's cock.  She moaned.
"Nnnnnggghhhh." Her mouth was quite strong.  I knew.

   "Oh, gods, she is a bitch!" Julie accused.

   I smiled away from them.  From my daughter's heart breaking stories, I
knew my friend's house was, tonight, more like a kennel for bitches.  It
was a breeding farm.  Erasing my smile, I turned back to the girls, for
signs of their true natures.

   "Yeah, fuck my meat with your face, Ms.  Meryl!" Jerry beamed at the two
girls.  "She went from giving lip to my mom, to giving me head in less than
a minute!"

   "I-I never knew." Julie began.  She shut her mouth and covered it again.

   Caroline opened a slit between her fingers, to see what was happening.
When she thought I noticed, she closed them.

   "Girls, you'd better leave, but you know what will happen, if you talk
about this to anyone." I broke my smug silence.  "Lana will never give you
slimming tips, ever again."

   Lana couldn't have timed her blush better.  She sucked my son's proud
cock with all her strength.  He'd promised, if she got him off with her
mouth he would fuck her proper.

   Jerry chuckled.  "I don't think they want to leave, Mom." He grinned at
the girls.

   Julie snorted and looked away.  "I'll get my purse." She snatched her
cell phone from the floor too.  When she returned to the front door,
snarling.  "You're disgusting."

   I tried to make room for her.  Haughtily, she bumped past me.

   Caroline was like a bee stuck to candle wax.  "Please stop, Ms.  Meryl."
Maybe she did care.

   My friend shook her head.  "Nng-nn." Tears of joy seeped from her eyes.

   "Mom, this bitch is really making me hot."

   "You are disgusting." It was my role to play.

   "Stop them, Ms.  Bollinger, please?"

   "I should, but you didn't have to laugh when Lana insulted me."

   "I-I'm sorry." Caroline's hands fell to her sides.  She looked sincere.

   "You'll make a good politician, Miss Student President." I sneered. 
Then I frowned.  "I'm sorry.  I don't really care what you think about me,
but you've been very mean to my daughter."

   "I wanted her to be my running mate." She tried to defend her evil. 
"But instead of losing ten pounds she gained a hundred!"

   I whispered.  "A hundred and ten." My eyes shot lasers at the young
villainess.

   We had to talk louder and louder to overcome the crescendo of slurping
and sucking.

   "Aaaauugghhh!  Ms.  Meryl, y-you're gonna make me c-cum." Jerry wasn't
pretending anymore.  He loved a good, hard sucking, and Lana was trying her
best to extract both balls from his balloon of a sack.  His cry tore
Caroline's attention away from me.

   Lana nodded and answered my boy, "Mmmm!  MMM!", her throat working to
capacity.  Her hands had never stopped jacking the exposed half of my son's
enormous cock.

   "H-he really is-" Caroline's eyes bugged out.  "He-" She tried again.

   I interrupted, "Right down the bitch's throat." I confirmed.

   "UUUUHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" Jerry cried out.  His body shook, and for a
second I thought he was going to blast sperm through Lana's head, out the
back of it.  He pulled her face to his pulsing crotch.  White goo spit out
from the corners of the sucking woman's lips.  Knowing how much my son
could cum after one day without, I judged my friend swallowed more than
Rory and I had.  She gulped and gulped my son's rich, thick prick milk.  He
even came a second time.  He usually needed three to four minutes to
recharge.

   Lana sucked down my son's second load without batting an eyelash.  Her
eyes were closed in private reverie from the moment he planted her face on
his fuck bat.

   "I-I should go." Caroline had to recover use of her jaw.  It had dangled
while my son pumped hot sperm into her diet mentor's stomach.

   I pointed at the door behind me, in case it wasn't obviously open enough
for her.

   Jerry piped up again.  "You'll miss what happens next, but whatever." He
shrugged.  I think he liked her.

   Caroline sniffed and threw her head to the side away from him.  "What's
that?  I'm sure I'm not interested." She took one step towards the door and
stopped.

   "The fucking.  That's what." Jerry said plainly.  He pulled out of
Lana's mouth.

   My thin friend gasped for breath.  "Hades!  That was incredible!" For a
frequent but not full time lesbian, Lana was not as fond of using her mouth
as having others use theirs on her.

   "Are you okay?" Caroline kept playing the concerned card.  "I could call
the police."

   "Call them." Jerry answered.  He looked down at the thin woman with cum
frosted lips.  "What would you say to them?"

   Lana looked down, but not enough to hide her blush.  "That I wanted you.
That they should arrest me, because I was abusing you."

   "No!  Please, Ms.  Meryl, I saw him grab you, force you!" Caroline
railed.  By this time, I was pretty sure it was an act.  Any rational
person, and the girl wasn't stupid, would have fled the moment Jerry
grabbed Lana's hand.  "Kick these perverts out of your house.  I won't
tell, if you don't want, but don't let them hurt you any more."

   Lana met the girl's perfect, worried expression.  "I would have to kick
me out."

   My son continued, "Because you want more, right, Ms.  Meryl?  You want
even more perverted things, because you're worse than me and my mom."

   "Please?" Lana was perfectly sincere with her request.

   "No!" Caroline remained but clearly felt she had to protest.

   "I'll do it, bitch, but only to prove, to this cunt," Jerry shook a
finger at Caroline, "That I can punish whoever I want, if they bother my
family." His prick remained erect after two cums.  "Tell her!" My son
ordered my best friend.

   Lana looked piteous.  She really should try acting professionally. 
"Caroline, go.  You shouldn't have seen this.  I-I just didn't realize-"
She paused for effect, "how incredible Jerry's cock is.  I have to have
more." She begged.  "Please, Sir, I need you inside of me." With that, my
friend leaned back to sit on her feet and spread her knees.

   Jerry grinned, "I don't know, bitch.  Looks like this one might want me
to do her next."

   "That's ridiculous!" Caroline started out the door.  I refrained from
waving goodbye.

   "He's all mine, then!" Lana boasted.  That stopped the girl, again.

   She turned and pleaded, "No!  Ms.  Meryl, don't!  You're setting an
awful example."

   "I can't help it.  You don't know what it's like to touch this, to feel
it's strength, to taste it's power." Lana laid it on thick, too thick I
thought.

   "Yeah, right." Rory's classmate was losing respect for my friend with
her every admission.

   I took a chance.  "You have two choices, Caroline.  Call Lana's bluff or
get the fuck out."

   "It's just a p-pen-"

   "No." I interrupted her again.  "It's a cock.  It may be the only real
cock at your whole school, and I mean faculty too."

   Caroline's fear of getting fat got the better of her.  She couldn't back
down from me.  I was a heaping pile of shit to her.  In her mind, I
deserved the resentment she harbored for people who 'couldn't control their
appetites' or whatever lame excuse she used to abuse overweight
classmates."

   "You're disgusting." She said it to my face.  I smiled.  Her eyes turned
to my son's fat erection.  "I'll prove it." Caroline's feet wobbled with
every step, but she reached my son and she put out a shaking hand.

   All eyes converged on it and my son's mighty prick.

   The girl touched her palm against the shaft that dwarfed it.  "It's
really warm." She said before catching herself.  "Um, they all are, right?"
She tried a sneer.  Her hand steadied.  "See.  I touched it." She threw a
pout at me and Lana.  "It's not going to turn me into a slut."

   I looked at my son, sure our plan had failed.  He was blushing.

   "That feels real nice, Caroline." His voice was quiet, earnest."

   "I'm sorry, Jerry." She saw his face, heard his voice.  "I'm sorry I was
mean to you." Her eyes blinked.  Was she crying?  "I'm sorry I was mean
to-" She choked.  "your sister." She looked down.

   Hey.  Was something else going on?  I wondered.

   "You really hurt her."

   "What could I do?  I would have lost."

   Jerry turned.  His cock escaped the girl's soft hand.  He hugged her. 
His erection tilted.  "Do you mind?" He asked her.

   Lana looked at the kids, incredulous!  I could read her mind.  Hey! 
Where's my fuck?

   Caroline reached to and zipped up Jerry's pants.  He glared at two
stunned women.  "Do you mind?"

   Lana and I gave them room.  I whispered.  "What the hell?"

   Lana's whisper was intense.  "Where's my fuck?"

   "Gods, you're so predictable." I took my friend by the arm and led her
into her room.  We closed her door.  I tried my best to mollify her.  I
tried until my jaw and neck were sore.
   She screamed orgasmically, "Want my fuck!"

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