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Fertile Valley (families, ped, inc, cons, preg, size)
By Jim Davis (address unavailable)
***
A family stumbles upon a strange town in a valley in a
rual setting. What's so strange about this town is
that the children are so healthy looking, almost
'busting' with health. The family becomes involved
with the local community while dad tries to find out
why the people in this little backwoods valley are
so... sexually advanced.
***
CHAPTER 1
It seemed like a lifetime had passed since I first
started as a research associate in genetics at the
Mellon Institute. My wife and I had started a family
when I was still in grad school. We went at it. And went
at it some more. 12 years and 8 kids later, we were on
our way to my first federally funded research project.
It was the big time. Making history, uncovering the
mysteries of life itself, and above all for guys like me
- getting published.
I laughed at the irony of it all. Being sent to the far
reaches of Appalachia was not exactly the dream
assignment I had expected for all my work. But of all
places -- Fertile Valley. It really was priceless. My
wife didn't share my amusement. Peggy already had her
fun with bringing our kids into the world and now, to
quote her: "a fertile valley is the last fuckin' place I
wanna go." She was a freshman when we met-not quite 18,
and a student in my biology class-part of my dues in the
work-study program for my graduate degree.
Peggy was stunning- beautiful blue eyes, long blonde
hair, legs for miles and a perfectly plump round butt
that made her an ass man's dream. She drove me to the
brink of insanity as she wiggled her butt for me day
after day-she was POURED into her jeans. I knew she had
'designs' on me - the youngest of the crop of
instructors at the U of I - just by the way she looked
at me. Not a 'come hither' look - more like an "I wanna
fuck your eyeballs out" look.
I had checked out her age on her admissions papers. Hey
- you can't be too careful. On her 18th birthday, I
asked her out for pizza. The rest, as they say, is
history. Peggy devoured me in bed. She stayed on top
riding my dick up and down so fast she got blurry for a
minute.
We both started to twitch and just as I was about to
cum, she leaned over, held me real close and whispered
in my ear "...oh Bill... I want... I want you to... I
want you to cum in me... oh... I want you to cum in me
and get me preg... I want you to come in me and get me
PREGNANT." She was moving so fast, she had to gasp with
each little utterance, and then it happened -- I
exploded inside her with a force I never felt before or
since - I came like a fire hose and the girl milked
every last drop out of my spurting cock.
I think we both knew right then we'd made a baby -- well
we had actually made two babies. Girls Julie and Jenny.
Adam came a year later. Diedra and Debbie were conceived
the next year like Julie and Jenny - after one of
Peggy's teasing sessions.
Peter came along right on the heels of the 2nd set of
twins, and we got drunk one weekend and produced another
set - Melissa and Meagan barely a year later. "Preggy
Peggy" as her friends called her was the mother of eight
by her 23rd birthday. She decided 8 was enough and went
on the pill, made me wear rubbers, and practiced the old
"rhythm" method-all at the same time. I guess I couldn't
blame her - we began to think she could get knocked up
with a hard look.
So there we were. All of us - stuffed into the biggest
shuttle-van that Mellon had available. The kids were all
punching on each other and Peggy had to pee. Our
directions said another 5 miles or so and there wasn't a
bathroom in sight, so we kept trucking.
Off to the left a beautiful valley came into view -
rusty roofed barns, a few cows here and there, a little
creek running through the bottom-even the kids thought
it was pretty. We go down the hill, around a bend and
the kids say, "what's that?" - a series of big
billboards off in the distance seems oddly placed in
such a picture perfect little scene. We could barely
make out the message but it was blazoned across the
middle of the white background in bright red: "AND THE
LORD SAYETH..."
"Oh shit," I muttered. I'd heard about all the religious
fanatics in this part of the country and I wondered what
this was all about. Next billboard: "BE FRUITFUL...
MULTIPLY."
Peggy was looking really nervous by this point, and the
kids were totally confused. "What next?" I thought, and
here it came around the next curve: "OBEY THE LORD... "
More curious than ever, I couldn't wait for the final
billboard, and here it was at the foot of the hill. In
curved script off to the left "Welcome to Fertile
Valley!"
As our eyes moved to the right of the billboard, I just
had to catch the reaction of my family to this. We
pulled off to the side of the road and gawked at it. I
saw everybody's jaw drop. There, in full living color,
was a 20-foot tall photograph of a pretty little girl. A
very pretty little girl about 11 or 12 years old in pig
tails and a cotton print dress that buttoned up the
front - a pretty girl just the age of one of my own. The
similarity ended there. This little girl was pregnant.
This little girl... in a photo 5 times larger than
life... was VERY pregnant.
Her little print dress was far too small to fit around
the expanse of her swollen belly, so the middle three
buttons were undone allowing her naked pregnant middle
to protrude out into the open. The child's belly button
was enormous and sticking out for all the world to see.
That, and half her tummy- a tummy that appeared to be at
full term with twins (I recognized the size and shape).
To emphasize her condition, her belly stuck out far past
the edge of the billboard in "cut out" fashion. The
child was simply enormous and I sat there hypnotized...
just staring at her image. All of a sudden Peggy punches
me in the arm.
"Hey, how 'bout putting your eyes back in your head...
you pervert." I had to shake my head for a minute and
come to my senses. I had never thought of myself as
having any strange yen for underage girls-after all, I
have kids of my own that age...and I would kill the SOB
that ever tried... but the image of that little girl was
there-burned into my memory... as vivid as the first day
I saw... HER.
CHAPTER 2
I was thankful, that first day in the valley, that our
youngest kids were in the back of the van - amusing
themselves with gameboys and some coloring books. A
'talk' on the facts of life was not in me at that point.
Melissa and Meagan were 8 at the time, and more curious
by the day. We had hoped they would have another couple
years of complete innocence, but we knew there would be
plenty of questions, and a little of that innocence lost
with each answer. At least we could put it off for a
while. Or so we thought.
Jenny, Julie and Adam stared in a daze at the enormous
pregnant child on the billboard. She stared back at us
all with a "very proud of herself" kind of grin. The
photographer must have been quite a coach. We were all
speechless until Peggy reminded me, not too sweetly,
that her bladder would give way if I didn't 'get my ass
in gear and find her a bathroom'.
Then I noticed a faint smile cross her face as she
stared at my crotch. She looked me in the eye and
flashed me a knowing grin. There was an erection
throbbing in my pants that I became aware of at just
that moment. Peggy had been aware of it a little sooner.
She was always aware of an erection. Anywhere in her
vicinity. My mind was not connected to this event at
all-it was a pure animal reaction and I was losing
control of it.
All I could do was stare at the swollen pregnant profile
of this child whose breasts were impossibly huge. This
barefoot child who's little dress was not quite able to
contain her abundance. It was no secret to Peggy that
the very pregnant female form was a source of excitement
for me, and she had used that knowledge to stimulate me
on a regular basis for years.
Even after she had called it quits on having babies, she
would often point out enormously pregnant women wherever
we went. In her own subtle way, she'd nudge me in the
side, glance in their direction and then flash that
knowing grin at me. She would mention the 'sighting'
later in bed and watch me grow the biggest hard-on she
could fit inside her.
Peggy could always push all the right buttons and she
had found a new one. She reminded me again that she
needed to pee, which brought me back to earth. There was
a little country store about a half mile down the road,
right at the edge of town. We had arrived- Hudson and
Son Dry Goods-since 1894.
It was the kind of old store with rocking chairs on a
big wooden porch and old metal signs hammered all over
the weathered boards. It looked a hundred years old. So
did the proprietor. He was friendly though, and showed
Peggy and the kids the way to the back. The creaky old
floors reminded me of my childhood days at the old store
in my Mom's little hometown. I felt very warm and secure
all of a sudden- this had the quality of home almost.
Yet there was something very different going on here.
Different and strange.
Fertile Valley had drawn the attention of the federal
government for a good reason - the welfare payments and
food stamp allotments to this district were swelling -
at an astonishing rate. Right along with the population.
This trend started over 10 years ago, and I had been
sent here to help determine what was responsible for the
abnormal explosion.
Their instinct was that it had to have at least SOME
genetic explanation, and hence, my selection to assist
in solving the mystery. It was a 2-year assignment, and
I was one of 5 specialists to be stationed here-the
government spares no expense in trying to save money. As
I was looking through the old store, a young man in came
in, followed by a girl in her early teens, two smaller
girls who looked Debbie and Diedre's age then (one 10,
the other maybe 11), and a boy around 12 or so.
Even though they appeared to be poor, clad in worn
clothing and barefoot, they were strikingly attractive.
Their light brown hair and beautifully tanned skin was
evidence they spent a good deal of time outside in the
sunshine. Their facial features were remarkably alike.
Almost like clones - but of a different gender and age.
If I thought something was strange before, these people
confirmed my suspicions.
There was indeed something very different going on here,
and this family was doing its part to help the
population growth. All 3 of the girls were visibly
pregnant, at different stages.
Peggy came back from the bathroom and gasped when she
saw the youngest one, who was also the furthest along in
her pregnancy. She leaned toward me and whispered "My
GOD Bill, that kid's no older than Debbie, and look at
her... She's... she's HUGE. Look how pregnant she is!!
What's going on here?"
Peggy was right. The kid she referred to was barely 4
feet tall, and her belly was so big she had trouble
standing up without help. She had an extra large t-shirt
stretched so tight across her middle, her belly button
stuck out like a huge nipple against the thin fabric.
The poor kid looked like she would explode out of the
threadbare shirt at any second. As she moved about, she
had to steady herself on the tables to keep from falling
over.
Just then, the old storeowner made a comment to the
younger man, "Lordy Jeb, them young-uns o' yours shore
have growed. Looks like yer youngest is fixin' to bust
outta her clothes."
"Yep," he replied, "Our little Callie is gettin big huh?
Still got a couple months to go. She done good for the
Lord. An' my oldest, Jesse here, ain't gonna be far
behind her now. Elsie done just got knocked up too,
cain't ya tell? We think Homer here done it." (Elsie had
a slight bulge to her tummy, but nothing like her
sisters. Her breasts, however, were considerably larger
- a detail that was not overlooked by Peggy.)
"That kid's tits are bigger than MINE are, Bill!!" she
whispered excitedly. Peggy was just shaking her head at
this point in complete disbelief.
Jesse, the oldest girl blushed, looked down at her
blossoming tummy and swiveled her hips. She had on the
shortest cut-offs I'd ever seen. Her butt cheeks hung
out of them. They were unzipped halfway down to her
crotch, and her pregnant belly spilled out over the
waistband. Her halter- top did little to hide the
expanse of flesh bulging out over her shorts. She looked
to be about 6 months along. Homer and Elsie disappeared
all of a sudden, and I glanced around to make sure all
my kids were accounted for. They were all chewing or
drinking something.
My oldest girls were downing their favorite- diet sodas
and Diedra and Debbie were fighting over the only bottle
of spring water left in the store - they each seemed to
be getting their share so I went back to observing the
locals. That youngest kid had my attention and she knew
it.
She smiled at me and propped both her hands at the small
of her back - the position that very pregnant women
assume when they're trying to keep their balance. It
seemed like such a natural thing to her - like she'd had
a lot of practice at it. It also made her belly stick
out hugely in front of her. I began to think about how
this little girl came to be so pregnant. And by whom?
In a lot of cases I'd studied, pregnant girls this age
were put in that condition by a relative - a CLOSE
relative. And many times, not by their own choosing. I
assumed her father-the young man in the store with us
was responsible for his little girl's condition. When he
mentioned she had "a couple of months to go" I began to
wonder how many babies she was carrying. The kid already
looked like she could give birth any second.
I did not detect that anyone was ashamed of it in any
way - it was as though they were all very proud of what
they had accomplished, and they didn't seem to care who
knew it. Peggy's punch at my arm reminded me where I was
and what we were supposed to be doing here, so I
returned to the real world again. Dammit. I hadn't made
it to the bathroom yet, so after Peggy and the kids had
taken care of business, I made my way to the back.
When I reached the bathroom door I noticed a back porch
on the old store through a small window. I heard some
activity out there. Giggling mostly, and what sounded
like a chair moving around on the old wooden floor, then
some banging on the wall. I got closer to the window at
this point as my curiosity continued to get the better
of me. I heard a slap all of a sudden, and more
giggling.
"Homer, you keep that thang away from me, you hear!!
Ain't you done enough already? I don't want no more of
yer young-uns in me." I could tell it was the other two
kids I'd seen inside. As I moved closer to the window I
saw the two kids on an old bench. Elsie was sitting on
the boy's lap, facing him, and Homer had his forearm
stuck up between his sister's breasts. The girl had
quite a pair, as we'd noticed in the store, and her
brother's arm was swallowed between them. I could tell
from there she was quite a bit larger than my wife, who
had grown to a DD-cup from all her pregnancies.
"Let's just do it like this, OK?" The little girl was
trying to reason with the boy. Then I saw something
strange-I was moving even closer now. The girl wrapped
her hands around the boy's arm between her breasts and
started pulling on it. This was weird, I thought. First
the girl, who's pregnant already, tells her brother she
'don't want no more young-uns in her', then she starts
playing with his arm. Who's been telling these kids
about the birds and bees?
I finally got up right next to the window and kept at an
angle where they couldn't see me. Then my jaw dropped
again. That wasn't his arm she was pulling on!! Both
these kids, each in their own way, were extremely well
endowed. Homer's 'thang' WAS as big as his forearm. The
kid was hung like a fucking horse. No wonder the little
girl wanted to just 'do it like this.' He was bucking
his hips pretty fast, jamming his big dick up between
his little sister's tits. She mashed them together with
her arms and yanked on the head of his huge prick for
him with her little hands.
"Ya gonna squirt on me Homer? Come on now. I know you
like it on my big ole titties." God, this kid was a pro
I thought. She was working her brother over good. Hell,
she was about to make ME come. The boy's face twisted up
and I could see he was losing it as his sister continued
to pump her hands up and down the shaft of his huge
prick. Damn I mumbled, and Peggy thought I was hung.
This kid made me feel like a little boy as he let go a
big wad of cum on his sister's face. It bounced off into
her hair and some of it dribbled onto her tits. She
moved back a little and aimed his second load right AT
her tits. He splattered them. And I mean SPLATTERED. The
little girl was covered in cum and she started rubbing
it in all over her big chest and giggling.
"Ya see, I TOLD ya it would be fun - ya don't always
have to stick it in ya know." The boy had a big shit-
eating grin on his face-obviously satisfied by his
sister's manipulation. With a good bit of willpower, I
dragged myself into the bathroom, raging hard-on and
all, and took a leak.
I was DYING from having watched all that, but didn't
have time to "relieve myself" in any other way than I
already had. It really was time to get back to reality,
but the distractions around the town were proving to be
pretty hard to ignore.
We had given ourselves plenty of time to make my first
meeting-more of an orientation to the area than
anything, but I didn't want to be late. I knew we'd
better get going. I found the rest of my troop waiting
for me-not too patiently-in front of the store. Adam and
Peter had their faces glued to the window watching the
two sisters inside the store. Peggy pried them loose and
gave me a little grin as we loaded up in the van. I
think she knew I'd been up to something.
We pulled up at the hotel-one of 3 in an area of 25,000
population. I guess they don't get many visitors, I
thought. It was clean enough, and had a little meeting
room where we were greeted by a local health department
official, (Jimmy Pickens) a nurse from the hospital,
(Maggie Johnson) and a state welfare case worker (Trudy
Wilson). Peggy went to the registration desk to get the
family settled into our rooms, and I met with the folks
I would be working with at least for now. The feds
hadn't made it in yet.
They were all pleasant enough with no distinguishing
features, except for the nurse. An attractive brunette
in her late 20s, Maggie was about to pop the buttons off
her uniform. A pair of swollen breasts and a visibly
bulging tummy announced that she too, was pregnant. I
guess she wanted to get the last few weeks wear out of
her regular uniform, but she was really pushing it at
that point I thought.
I couldn't help bringing up what we had seen on the way
into town - the billboards, the GIRL on the billboard,
and that family of young pregnant girls at the store. My
curiosity was driving me mad-this place had me confused,
as no scientist should be and I wanted some answers. I
asked Jimmy about the billboards first.
"Oh... THAT," he said. "It's a problem. Our biggest
problem. We got some real religious people 'round here
I'm afraid. There's this preacher that has a following.
A BIG following. Like in half the county - that's over
12,000 now and there's no end in sight. See, he's got
these people believing you have to do everything by the
book - exactly like it's written in the bible.
"They do whatever he tells them - and he tells them,
that according to the bible, they have to do everything
possible to have as many children as they can to spread
the word of the lord. When he says everything, he means
EVERYTHING. He preaches that any two people capable of
creating a new life has a command from god to do that.
"When he says any two people, he means family members,
co-workers, teachers, ANYBODY and at any age. I happened
in on one of his sermons one Sunday and it scared me to
death - the results of what he preaches are straining
our capacity to provide even the most fundamental health
care to these people."
I was beginning to get the picture here, or at least
part of it the numbers still didn't add up though. The
population increases were even higher than what Jimmy's
scenario would suggest-unless his estimate of the
churches followers was very low. He felt pretty sure
about the numbers though, and for a little community
agency he had done a pretty good job of collecting
information on anyone who had used public health
services.
In a town like this, where 88% of the population lived
below the poverty line, that was just about everybody.
Maggie the nurse had been twirling her hair with her
fingers and looking at me like I was a piece of meat,
while Jimmy told his tale of woe about the preacher and
the fate of public health in Fertile Valley. I had an
amusing thought about what Peggy would do to Maggie if
she'd been there. She would have that woman's eyes in
her fingernails right now. Maggie let go of her hair and
slowly pulled her shoulders back to stretch, as she
smiled at me and then glanced down at her bosom.
She practically popped a button on her blouse as the
material stretched across the fullest part of her
breasts. There were huge gaps near the middle buttons
where I could see straight in to her enormous bra. She
knew this I thought-why else would she continue to wear
the uniform? I maintained my composure somehow as Trudy
the welfare worker relayed something she had overheard
two little girl's talking about at the free clinic.
These kids are sitting there, can't be a day over 10 and
one of them says, "Preacher told me it was time for me
to do the lord's work. He found out I was havin' my
periods from Mama, and I said was to get myself all
prettied up an sit in Daddy's lap and rub myself on
him... my butt he said... he told me to rub my butt on
Daddy's lap and that would make Daddy happy and we could
do the lord's work then. Then he told me I was startin'
to get my breeding shape and that would get my daddy
excited."
The other girl sat there wide eyed, and finally said,
"He must be talkin' about them titties you got, Jenny.
What did yer daddy do?" Trudy said she was about to go
into shock when she heard this, and the girls quit
talking when they noticed her interest.
"I can only imagine what that kid's daddy did," she
said. "The one doing the talking looked like a fully
developed woman with the face of an innocent child. And
I mean FULLY developed. In fact, she could have already
been pregnant at the time. Her breasts were incredibly
swollen. At the time, I'd never seen anything like that
before on a kid that age, but now I see girls like that
all over town."
"Very interesting," I said. It was about all I could
muster. As embarrassed as I was about feeling that way,
I had a hard-on that was about to break through my pants
listening to all this. I relayed our experience at the
store, and my surprise at the remarkable resemblance
that family shared. I stopped short of telling them
about the two kids on the back porch and their...
ahem... abundance of male and female development. I was
still in shock over it.
Maggie finally put in her two cents worth, "We see it
all the time in the emergency room...and it's gettin'
worse I think. The whole family comes in, and there'll
be 3 or 4 pregnant girls - identical triplets or quads
it looks like - all fixin' to drop a litter like
themselves. I think it's all the inbreeding that
Preacher talks about - we blame it on him."
So, the multiple births are what's driving the birth
rate up so high - that would explain the size of the
girls bellies I'd seen, but how did THAT happen I
wondered. And what about the staggering bust development
on these girls, and that HORSE of a boy? It all had to
figure in somehow, along with the sexual tension that
was as strong as static electricity in January.
Everywhere we went.
I knew we weren't going to solve it tonight. I was
tired, I was horny, I needed my wife and I needed some
sleep. Most of all, I needed some time to figure all
this out. I had a mandate from the feds to improve this
situation with the reward being a lot of notoriety and
the promise of future research projects. It was an
exciting time for me. And it was a confusing time for
me. Peggy had the kids settled in their rooms and she
was relaxing on the king size bed in front of the TV in
our room.
Our own room. What a relief to have some privacy after
the long trip and doubling up in hotels along the way. I
got an instant erection when I saw Peggy sitting up in
bed in her bra and panties. It began to crawl down my
pants leg, bulging it out obscenely - a sight that drove
Peggy over the edge even after all these years. She had
a weakness for big dicks, which she confessed to me long
ago, with details of how many she'd had and what size
they were. She maintained mine was the 'whopper' she
would cherish for the rest of her life, and she sure
made a believer out of me-year after year- she still
can't seem to get enough of it.
"After all you've seen today honey, I guess you'd have
to be in a coma not to be hard right now huh?" Peggy was
grinning - that knowing smirk of hers that reminded me
she could read me like a book. "You're a dirty old man
Billy, a dirty old man with a big fat prick." She
started giggling. I was about to dive on top of her when
she patted the bed next to her and motioned for me to
sit down there. I tugged my trousers off over the raging
boner she inspired and she gasped when she saw how hard
I was. I'll have to admit it had been years since my
prick had reached that size.
"Oooo, I think my Billy's all excited about those big
pregnant girls, huh?" GOD she could be so indulgent of
my turn-ons. "They sure were pregnant, weren't they,
sweetie? And they sure were stacked too, huh? Don't lie
to Peggy now - that turned you on, didn't it? Those
little girls with their big fat tits and their pregnant
bellies bulging out of their clothes got my Billy all
horny." She had her fist wrapped around the head of my
prick at this point; gently tugging at it then she
picked up the pace, and turned up the heat on her little
dialogue.
"I bet you were thinkin' about those little girls
getting fucked, weren't you, Billy? Moving their little
butts like minks up and down on a big fat prick until it
pumped them full of cum, huh?" She was about to push me
over the edge any second, and she just kept turning up
the heat. "That kid on the billboard is driving you
crazy right now, I bet. Peggy wants you to remember what
her tummy looked like poking out of that little dress.
That's it baby, Peggy wants Billy to cum, OH... cum on
baby... cum for mama..."
She did it. In record time. Peggy had me spewing cum all
over the bed, all over her, and all over the headboard
before it was over, and then she sat there with this
GRIN. "I believe my man feels better now huh? Peggy
wants a nice LONG time with her baby later, so I wanted
to make you happy right now. Are you happy baby?" I was
in heaven, and I told Peggy so.
We chatted about the trip, and what little I had learned
so far, and I watched as my wife hung on every word. She
had always been fascinated with my work, and was quite
adept at understanding it. Now I think it was turning
her on. She saw the effect it had on ME and she loved
it. Just then she brought up a subject a bit closer to
home-two of our daughters. The middle ones Diedre and
Debbie. (Dee an' Deb we called them).
"I hate to spring this on you at a time when your mind
is busy on so much else Bill, but there's something
we're gonna have to adjust to, and it looks like we may
be adjusting quickly." I begged her to just spit it out.
She did. "Well, you remember when you were wondering if
your great grandmother's recessive genes would ever show
up in our girls?" (Peggy held her cupped hands out about
a foot in front of her chest to illustrate the recessive
genes she was talking about, and which great grandmother
they belonged to.)
"Those genes showed up, Billy. BOY did they show up. And
what a time for it to happen. HERE of all places. But
don't you worry about it - there's nothing we can do
about it anyway. I just wanted to warn you." Peggy
started rubbing my crotch like she was petting a kitten,
and soon began to work her magic again.
CHAPTER 3
There is nothing quite as complicated as the genetic
makeup of a human being. I knew this better than most,
as I'd made a career out of it. Still, I could be as
frustrated as a horny 6th grader when I wanted answers
NOW. There was all this mystery surrounding a population
explosion at my newly assigned post, and then the thing
with my own little girls. Like Peggy said - "what a time
for THAT to happen."
I was not convinced that my great grandmother's genes
were responsible for Dee and Deb's sudden "blossoming".
It was too much of a coincidence that their chests began
to swell in Fertile Valley, and seemingly overnight.
Peggy would have noticed a gradual change in them. I was
more confused than ever. To be sure, my dad's Grandma
Johnson had a staggeringly huge bust.
I'd seen pictures of her and so had Peggy. That's why
she jumped to conclusions I guess. I refused to believe
that her genes alone were causing the sudden expansion
of my daughters' breasts. There was something else at
work here. And that something else was responsible for a
multitude of grade-school girls swelling out of their
clothes with pregnancy.
It scared me to think of what might happen to OUR little
girls. I was overwhelmed with curiosity after Peggy had
"warned" me about our girls. How quickly would they
develop, I wondered, and to what extreme? The first
thing I wanted to do was to see for myself what had
Peggy so concerned.
I was scheduled to go on the 'nickel tour' of the little
town and the surrounding area the day after we arrived.
I stopped to look in on the kids before I left them with
Peggy, only to find Julie and Jennie - our 12-year-old
twins - sitting on the bed crying. When I asked what was
wrong, they just went ballistic and started pointing at
their younger sisters (the sources of our concern -
young Dee and Deb).
Julie started ranting, "It's not fair, it's just not
fair... life SUCKS daddy... it ... it just SUCKS!!! All
this time we've been waiting while our friends grow...
BOOBIES... and we're still flat as an ironing board. And
now we have to look at THEM!!!" Only when I saw 'them'
for myself did I appreciate what all the ranting was
about.
My little 10-year-old girls had breasts all right. If
you took a tennis ball and cut it in half, that was how
big my little girls' breasts were. For 10 year olds
anyway - they looked BIG. But the mounds of flesh
pushing out their t-shirts only told half the story.
On closer inspection, I saw that most of the volume of
that flesh came from the dark mass capping the front of
their breasts. The kids had nipples and areola that
belonged on a well-endowed nursing mother. Big fat puffy
areola crowned by nipples as big around as a dime -
nipples that were burning a hole in their little shirts.
It was scary looking almost. Their nipple areas were so
grossly out of proportion with their breasts. Something
very abnormal was developing and I didn't have a clue
what to do about it.
Dee and Deb were sitting on the bed opposite their older
sisters, giggling and poking at each other's new
protrusions. They were taking the changes a lot better
than their older sisters. Their younger brother Peter
sat there mesmerized by it all. Adam, our oldest son,
seemed curiously aloof. I didn't really have time to
explain to my two eldest why life isn't fair - I had to
go earn a living, so off I went, shaking my head in
disbelief.
As I was leaving, I saw Dee n' Deb both take a big chug
out of a bottle of that spring water they had at the
store. It did my heart good to see my younger kids
taking the healthy route. Dee n' Deb, Peter and our
youngest twins Melissa and Meagan all took after Peggy
and me. They loved water and we encouraged them to drink
plenty. She'd gone out that morning to the grocery next
door and bought a case of it for us - he never trusted
tap water (especially out of town tap water). Adam,
Jennie and Julie drank nothing but that dreadful diet
soda.
Unfortunately, Peggy bought a case of that stuff too.
Well, at least they didn't have acne I thought. I was
happy to have that opportunity, on my own, to explore
the town and some of the sights around it. That way, no
matter what I encountered, I'd have time to formulate
answers to the questions my kids (and Peggy) were sure
to have about the bizarre things we saw. Maggie the
nurse, and Jimmy from the health dept. greeted me in the
little hotel lobby.
Maggie had the day off and had volunteered to show me
around. Even though I'd been a married man forever it
seemed, I still knew when a woman's interest in me went
beyond professional courtesy. Maggie's attire that day
confirmed my instincts. She had dressed to get my
attention, and she succeeded - she left little to my
imagination.
It was hard to look Maggie in the face when she was
talking to me - VERY hard. I could see her dark areola
through the light pink spandex top stretched across her
pregnant tits. There were as wide as the palm of my hand
and you could make out their crinkly texture as they
puffed out the front of her swollen breasts. Her nipples
were as hard as pencil erasers.
I couldn't take my eyes off her chest - until I saw the
rest of her. Her belly pushed out the front of her
equally "skin tight" black shorts creating a bulge the
size of half a basketball. She looked a lot more
pregnant than I remembered from the day we met. Amazing
what a woman can do with the right outfit.
I felt guilty that day as Maggie drove me around town.
Peggy was saddled with getting the kids enrolled in
school, then meeting the realtor for the start of a long
search for the right house. We'd been through this twice
already as our family expanded, and now I was putting
her through it again.
While my wife was taking care of our family, there I sat
- in the passenger seat of this sexy nurse's Mustang
convertible - watching her hair blow in the wind and her
tits wobble with every little bump we hit. Hwy 98, which
turned into Main St., was a very bumpy road. I noticed a
faint smile cross Maggie's lips each time she felt her
big breasts shake.
She knew I was looking and she was lapping it up. The
little town was like so many others I'd seen on visits
to the south - a little square with a courthouse in the
middle of it. The streets all around it were lined with
old stores, government offices, lawyers and so forth.
There wasn't a Wal-Mart within a hundred miles of this
little town, so it even had an old drug store - soda
fountain and all.
I felt like I was in a time warp. But what an ideal
destination! I was grinning from ear to ear as I looked
around. "Kinda cute huh?" Maggie chirped. I agreed with
her, and suggested we visit the drug store. I always
liked to know the person filling my family's
prescriptions. A poster in the display window at the
drug store made my jaw drop. That had become a regular
occurrence in this town - my jaw dropping.
The poster featured a photo of yet another pregnant
little girl - Another VERY pregnant little girl. A bold
headline above her read: "Have you planted YOUR seed
today?" Her head was turned to look straight into the
viewer's eyes, just like the girl on the billboard we
saw. Her hands rested at the small of her back, and her
body was angled expertly toward the camera to offer up
just the right profile of her immensely swollen belly.
The photo was taken from slightly above her, so she was
looking up at the camera, and the camera was looking
down on her bulging young body. At that angle, her tits
looked gigantic. On top of it all, she had a sweet smile
on a beautiful face. It was framed in golden blonde
pigtails.
The kid was so pregnant she literally burst out of her
clothes. Her breasts were even larger than Maggie's -
her yellow sun-dress barely held together with a series
of diaper pins - the kind with the colorful plastic
clasps. These had little pink hearts on them. I worked
my way down the photo from her head to her toes.
The first diaper pin held the material on each side of
her breasts together. She was so big in the bust, the
buttons on her dress were a good 3 inches from the
buttonholes. The big diaper pin was barely able to
bridge the gap. A deep breath would have ripped that
material to shreds. Inside the gap, her endowments were
pushed together by a (too small) lacey bra.
There was easily 8 inches of cleavage bursting out the
top of the child's brassiere, clearly visible behind the
diaper pin. Above and below the middle of her belly were
2 more pins straining to keep the material around her
together. They succeeded, but left a foot long expanse
of bare flesh at the largest part of her tummy, which
poked right through the front of the dress. Maggie had a
smirk on her face when she caught me ogling the girl on
the poster, then I saw HER jaw drop when she got a good
look at the kid.
She spoke after gawking for a minute, "My God... she's
even bigger than last month's poster girl... would you
look at the TITS on that kid - she's bigger than I am!!
(Maggie gave a little pout as she reached up and cupped
her own, smaller breasts.) Where on earth did they find
THIS one? DAMN, is she knocked up or what? Lookit, she's
coming out of her dress... and she can't be more than
12!!"
Maggie's reaction, and the sight of this well endowed,
enormously pregnant girl made my dick so hard I thought
it would break. Maggie was still pouting as I continued
to look over every inch of the photo. I knew how she
felt. It reminded me of the way I'd felt when I saw that
kid at the store, tit fucking his little sister with a
dick the size of his arm. She must have felt inadequate
as she gazed at that girl half her age - a girl whose
breasts dwarfed her own substantial pair.
Peggy was right when she accused me of it so many years
ago - I was (and am) obsessed with big tits. When
they're bulging off the chest of a very pregnant woman,
I go over the edge. I never thought I could get excited
over a 12 year old girl, but this kid with her enormous
tits spilling out of her bra, and her knocked up tummy
poking out the front of her dress, was about to make me
cum on myself.
I'd been so busy drooling over the picture I hadn't
noticed the message in smaller type right under the
girl's belly: "There is no greater gift to mankind, no
greater honor in the service of the Lord than the gift
of life. Glorious life - brought forth from the wombs of
our most precious God given resources. Our wives, our
daughters, our sisters, our aunts, our mothers and our
grandmothers were all meant for one purpose - the
ultimate service to their creator. They were meant to
bring unto the world, new life - and to bring it forth
in abundance.
"It is your God given duty to play your part in HIS
divine plan. If your resolve is firm, HE will make her
fertile and she will bear fruit. So we say unto you, as
the Lord has said: BE FRUITFUL, MULTIPLY."
There was even more information at the bottom, under her
dirty little bare feet - "This message was brought to
you by: THE UNITY CHURCH OF THE FERTILE VALLEY, Lucas P.
Daniels, Pastor Pictured is September poster girl Emily
Walton, daughter of Jed and Ellie Walton. Emily will be
on hand to autograph copies of this poster on Saturday,
September 15th at this month's sponsor store - Dixon
Drugs, on the square. Emily is a 7th grade student at
Fertile Valley Junior High. She is 8 months pregnant
with triplets. PRAISE THE LORD."
Maggie pointed at the message I'd been reading. "See...
that's what we're up against? That preacher roams all
over the county - he's got 15 different church locations
and he gets up there on the pulpit and tells these
people they've got to breed like rabbits or God won't
love them - and that they'll all go to hell. They
believe him too! They throw money at him for the church,
and they do what he tells them." Maggie giggled a little
and motioned toward the poster "But I guess you can see
that, huh?"
"Yes, I'm looking, I mean I see, I mean, uh, yes," I
mumbled. "Well, we better check out the drug store.
Peggy asked me to pick up some aspirin." Inside the
store, Mr. Dixon the pharmacist greeted us. He was
friendly in a grandfatherly sort of way but made no
effort to hide his interest in Maggie's expansive bosom.
He stared right at her bulging chest as he chatted with
us. A man in his mid 60s, he seemed to be in remarkably
good shape. Must work out, I thought. He offered us an
ice cream cone, obviously understanding the way to a
pregnant woman's heart, and Maggie went for it.
All I wanted was some water at this point, and a place
to sit down and compose myself. Mr. Dixon grabbed a
quart bottle of Fertile Valley spring water off this
huge in-store display.
"Help yourself, son," he said, as he sat the whole
bottle in front of me. I read the label... "purest water
anywhere, from the fountain of life to you." I turned
the bottle up and took a big swig. It was wonderful.
Almost sweet, but really pure and natural tasting, just
like it claimed. No wonder the kids liked it, I thought.
There was something addictive about the taste. I drank
some more. Soon I'd polished off the whole bottle. Dixon
chuckled.
"People do seem to love our water - here, have all you
want son, it's good for you." I thanked the man, took
another bottle and asked him about Peggy's aspirin. He
said they were out of the small bottles, but he had some
in bulk he'd put in a subscription bottle for me. He
came right out with it.
"Here, these are on me, son."
Maggie kissed him on the cheek, making it a point to
brush her big tits across his arm in the process, and
told him we were off to tour the square. Just then we
heard a woman call out from the back. "Who's out there
in the store, Matt?" I guessed it was Dixon's wife and I
was right.
"It's Maggie from the hospital, and a new fella from the
city, dear." Dixon's wife came rushing out. Well,
waddling out would be a better description. Although
Mrs. Dixon appeared to be her husband's age, her long
gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was quite
pregnant. About 11 months worth I'd say. She had the
biggest pregnant belly I'd ever seen in my life.
Her huge breasts rested at the insides of her arms and
wobbled visibly as she walked toward us. She was
obviously braless. I wondered how many children she'd
suckled to make those things that huge. Mrs. Dixon made
Maggie look like a grade school girl in the bosom
department. I was in shock over Mrs. Dixon's condition,
and I think she could tell what I was wondering.
"We had a little help," she said as she smiled and
smoothed her dress across her swollen middle. She
pointed to a display almost hidden behind the check out
counter. It contained several shelves filled with
bottles of pills. The sign above the display read:
"The Lord helps those who help themselves." It went
on to explain that if older women needed some "extra
help" bringing new life into the world, as the Lord
would have them do, these special "aids" were provided
free of charge by he Unity Church, and Dixon Pharmacy,
"to the glory of god."
Pictured on the bottle was a smiling woman in her mid
60s at full term with a multiple pregnancy. "If I can do
it, so can you," the woman was quoted on the label. I
was flabbergasted. The pharmacist was handing out
fertility drugs! But how did they make post- menopausal
women ovulate? And it still didn't explain the little
girls either. It was getting more and more complicated
by the minute, I thought. I began to feel that I would
never figure it out, but one thing I knew for sure - the
combination of elements responsible for this phenomenon
worked. And it worked VERY well.
I was ready to see some more of the town, meet more of
its people and hopefully arrive at a plausible
explanation for some of what I'd seen so far. Surely the
problem couldn't be so extreme there wasn't a remedy.
Science had advanced so far I thought, and I'd come to
the rescue with a solution. Sounded good anyhow. Maggie
and I left the drug store after thanking the older
couple for their kindness, and made our way around the
square.
Outside, some of the folks had set up chairs on the
sidewalks. A few of the retailers had sale tables, and
at other shops some of the workers were taking a break
just to sit and chat. It was a pretty day with a warm,
gentle breeze. Fall was in the air already. We came upon
a type of shop I'd never seen before, but it didn't
surprise me considering all the other things I'd been
shocked over so far. "Little Miss Maternity" seemed like
a logical store to fill a well - developed niche.
Still, a clothing store for pregnant children would be
unthinkable in mainstream society. I was in Fertile
Valley though, and things were different. I might as
well have landed in a parallel universe. The shop's
slogan, on a banner under the store's sign read: "We can
fit her no matter HOW big she gets." Inside were life-
size photos of girls modeling the store's fashions.
The owner of the shop explained how they recycled (and
altered) the dresses, pants, shorts, tops and bras from
their Junior Miss Maternity shop on the other side of
town. "We're proud to offer the only products of this
kind in the country," the owner said.
The woman mentioned that even though the prices were
surprisingly reasonable, some of the poorer families had
to make do with what they had. (The poor kids I'd seen
so far could have used some donations from this shop I
thought.) Rack after rack of pretty print dresses, pants
and shorts with huge stretch panels in front, and a
variety of ENORMOUS bras filled the stores aisles. The
majority of their clothes were proportioned to fit girls
between the ages of 9 and 12 she said.
"You mean some of these girls are only NINE???" I asked.
She muffled a little giggle.
"Well, I can see you haven't been in town very long." I
didn't know what to make of that comment, but it didn't
answer my question. One brassiere Maggie held up had a
homemade tag fashioned to the back, near the clasp where
the old tag had been. She almost dropped it when we saw
the size - 24EEE. That was about all I could take. I
began to conjure up images of what a 9 year old would
look like filling out one of those big bras.
At that point I began to wonder how my little 10 year
olds were doing, and how Peggy was coping with the
school registration. I wanted to explore some more of
the area before we headed back though. Maggie thought it
would be a good idea for me to see the hospital and the
facility they had set aside for us to do our testing and
research. There was plenty of lab space she said, and
the staff had been instructed to attend to our every
need.
When we got near the car, we encountered something I'd
come to regard as 'normal' a few months down the road,
but right then it threw me into shock - again. There was
an old rusty pick-up truck parked right next to Maggie's
convertible. We'd heard loud squeaking noises from 50
yards away, the kind you hear when a car with bad shocks
goes by.
The whole body of the truck was shaking. As we got
closer to it, we could make out two heads in the cab.
One of the heads was moving up and down, long blonde
hair flying wildly. It was obvious what was going on,
but still I thought "... surely they can't be... not
right in the middle of town, ... not in broad daylight."
Well, they WERE... and right in the middle of town. When
we were close enough to see the two I came to fully
realize I'd arrived in a place with a new set of rules.
Everything I learned about acceptable behavior, these
folks had thrown right out the window. I gasped when I
saw the girl's face in the truck. It was hard to tell
from farther away, and she was moving so fast, but when
we got closer I could see she was no more than 8 or 9
years old.
She was exactly the size of my 8 year olds Melissa and
Meagan. The gray haired man she was with had her in his
lap, facing him. The little girl had her hands on his
shoulders, her fingers digging into him. It was easy to
see the kid was getting her brains fucked out. As we got
close enough to hear them, I couldn't believe my ears.
The little girl made quite a bit of noise all of a
sudden.
She had spotted me and Maggie and I could tell she was
putting on a show for us: "Oh Grampa, you gunna make me
CUM fuckin' me like this. You know how horny I git when
I'm knocked up don't ya?... I wish ya could knock me up
some more Grampa, like ya done mama... Oh FUCK me
Grampa, fuck me and put some more young'uns in me. I
want you tuh make me all warm and sticky inside
Grampa... Come on Gram, CUM in me!!! Cum in little Suzy
and make me huge like ya made mama!!!"
I'd never thought of myself as a voyeur before, but I
was mesmerized by the action in front of me. I mean,
what could we do? We wanted to get in Maggie's car and
be on our way. And not two feet from the passenger side,
this man was fucking the shit out of his pregnant
granddaughter. I was frozen at the open window of this
beat up old truck as I watched them.
The little girl looked over at me and smiled as the big
man fucked her silly - oblivious to everything around
him. The kid's cut-off jeans were sitting on top of the
steering wheel. They hadn't bothered to take off her
panties or halter-top. She was tiny, her tummy barely
showing, with just a hint of a swell on her chest. (Boy
THAT would change I heard myself thinking.)
Her eyes locked onto mine and she grinned as her
grandfather grabbed her by the hips and jerked her whole
body up and down on his mule-sized prick. The man was
simply ENORMOUS, and the child was taking every fat
swollen inch of it inside her as she wriggled her hips,
jerking her grandfather off with her tight young pussy.
He was so huge and she was so tiny it looked like the
man was beating off with his granddaughter's body. Using
the kid instead of his hand, he yanked her up and down,
banging her head on the ceiling of the truck each time
he jerked her little pussy on his big throbbing penis.
The old man's cock was as big around as my wrist. How
they got it inside her I'd never understand. I felt like
a grade school kid once again, in awe of the sheer size
of the man's dick. The little girl's body moved over a
foot each time he jerked her up off his lap, each time
he sent her head banging against the roof of the truck.
"My God, they're fucking like a couple of animals,"
Maggie whispered in my ear. "Look how big he his Bill,
holy shit, he's big as a fucking HORSE... he's... he's
even bigger than his grandson." Wait a minute, Maggie
KNEW these people? And his grandson? What was that all
about, I wondered. Well, I didn't wonder long. I was too
busy watching.
The little girl kept her eye contact with me, her grin
changing to a mixed expression of pain and passion. I'd
seen it so many times - it was the look Peggy would get
when she was about to convulse into orgasm. She was
drooling out the corner of her mouth now, bucking her
hips back at her grandfather. The little thud her head
made each time it hit the roof of the truck reminded me
of the last time Peggy and I made babies. The night
Melissa and Meagan were conceived, we'd gone a little
wilder than usual.
I remembered the sound of Peggy's head banging against
our headboard, softly at first, then louder and more
frequent. Just like that night, the beat picked up there
in the truck. The little girl still had her eyes locked
on to mine. She mouthed, over and over as she looked at
me, "I'm coming, oh god! I'm COMING!"
Then she became verbal, "Grampa, I know you gonna CUM
now... I... can feel it gittin' bigger in me. Come on
grampa, git me knocked up some more, right in front of
these people grampa... make me bigger with yer baby
juice."
I could see the man's face twist up now - the child was
right - he was about to cum. Maggie's eyes got bigger as
she watched the man's cock swell - the purple veins
running the length of it were about to burst. You could
see the huge ripple of cum gush out of his balls, up
through his big shaft and into his granddaughter's
waiting womb - a womb already swollen with growing new
life.
"That's IT grampa. FUCK it in me! FUCK the cum in me and
make me BIGGER! Ooh... GOD grampa! It feels GOOD! The
Lord made me big enough to TAKE it! I WANT IT grampa...
I want it on my FACE now grampa, pull it out and cum ALL
OVER MY FACE grampa. I want these people to see me all
cummed up!!!"
The man obliged her. He yanked her right off his prick,
banging her head on the roof again, and sat her on his
knees. He grabbed his prick in both hands and pumped it.
Her little hands joined his and the two pair ran up and
down all 14 inches of the man's giant prick. His
spurting cock continued to erupt - this time sending a
fat glob of cum flying at the kid's face. It grazed her
right cheek, most of it splattering on the windshield.
It kept coming... and coming.
The man's big hands were jerking on the base of his
prick while the girl swirled her little hands all over
its slippery head. She was rewarded with a whole face
full of his sticky cum in a few seconds. It went up her
nose, splattered on her forehead, and glazed her lips.
It dripped off her chin onto her pregnant little tummy
before she wiped it off with the back of her hand. She
had a shit-eating grin at that point as she sat on her
grandfather's knee. She looked like she'd been hit in
the face with a bowl of pudding.
Well, that was just too much. I had so many questions
that I felt like I was moving backward instead of
forward in my understanding of it all. What did Maggie
know of these people? How did she have any idea what
size this man's grandson was anyway? How did a little
kid that age get pregnant in the first place, and what
on earth did she mean when she said, "Put more young-uns
in me?" I wouldn't solve it right away. I knew that.
But why couldn't I at least get a clue? I began to worry
about how my family was doing. Especially my little 10
year old twins. Yes, the ones with the growing tits. It
was hard to believe it happened, but it would be one
more thing I'd have to deal with. Right then, I would
have to deal with my escort for the day. Maggie was
looking at me like a piece of meat again, and I had a
tremendous hard-on throbbing in my pants. Bigger than
I'd ever felt before... MUCH bigger than I'd ever felt
before.
CHAPTER 4
"My GOD Bill, there's just no way he could still... but
he looks like he's gonna..."
We were standing at the window of the pick-up, still
frozen in shock over what we'd seen right there in broad
daylight. Maggie was pointing at the old man in the
truck. His huge prick was still throbbing and twitching
as the little girl kept swirling her tiny hands around
the fat slippery head of it. There was so much cum on
her face, some of it dripped off onto her hands to join
the slippery mess she was using to jack her grandfather
off. She let go of him for a minute and yanked her
halter-top up and over her puffy little breasts.
They had swollen noticeably from all the excitement, and
she brought it to the man's attention as she jerked on
the head of his big dick, "Oooo... grampa LOOK!! You
made my titties get all bigger! I want 'em REAL big
grampa, like Cassie's. I know ya like Cassie's great big
titties, cuz I done seen ya CUM on 'em. That's how come
they so HUGE grampa, that's what Cassie says... She said
yer CUM is what made her titties grow so big!!"
Whoever Cassie was, I could see the thought of her was
pushing the old man over the edge again. Every time the
kid mentioned her name, he'd get this twisted up look on
his face. The kid jerked faster... and faster. Her hands
were flying up and down the length of his shaft as she
stuck her chest out - making it look as big as she
could.
She smiled at him through the veil of cum splattered on
her pretty little face and begged him for more, "Come on
Grampa... cum on my tits... Make Suzy a BIG pair-uh-
titties jus' like Cassie has grampa... Ya want me to be
that big... don'tcha?? Come on grampa... I wanna be
HUGE!!!!"
I knew the man couldn't last even one minute longer
after that - his little granddaughter knew just the
right buttons to push. "Big like Cassie grampa... oh
god... she's so... BIG."
He let go... again... all over Suzy's little tits. He
covered her chest... then her arms. He splattered the
dashboard and the windshield. The man came like a fire-
hose. Bolt after sticky bolt of cum flew at the kid's
upper body, plastering across her as she giggled and
rubbed it into her puffy nipples.
"OH... I'm gonna be ENORMOUS grampa!! Just you wait!
Suzy's gonna be BIGGER than Cassie!!!!"
The kid wasn't finished playing with her grandfather
yet. To my dismay, she slipped off his lap and knelt
down on the floor in front of him. She grabbed his big
dick with both her little hands and jacked the head of
it again. Little spurts of cum were still gurgling out
as she slipped her lips over the tip of it. She might as
well have tried to suck off a baseball bat. The swollen
head of the man's prick bulged the kid's cheek out
obscenely.
She pulled her mouth off it with an audible slurp and
rubbed his big fat knob all over her lips and cheeks and
chin. All over the sweet little face he'd splattered
with cum. Suzy looked me straight in the eye again as
she lapped those big gobs of cum off the head of her
grandfather's enormous prick. Maggie had been fondling
her own tits as she watched the little girl coax the
last of the cum out of her grandfather.
The kid in the truck wasn't the only one who'd been
swelling. The busty young nurse let out a little gasp as
she looked down at her chest. "Oh MY... I don't think
I've ever seen them like this" She kept kneading them.
"Oh DEAR... they're so BIG... Oh Bill, I'm ... I'm HUGE!
And they feel so GOOD... FEEL them, Bill."
I was trembling after watching that little girl jerk a
pint of cum out of her grandfather's balls, and looking
at Maggie's swollen tits. I pictured my hands groping
her big breasts. She'd grown at least a cup size from
all the stimulation - I'd seen Peggy through enough
growth spurts to know. S
he was one hot little bitch and I could have had every
voluptuous inch of her, but I'd never cheated on my wife
before. I'd had plenty of chances - I wasn't going to
start then. So I fought it. I got in the car, and told
Maggie we needed to get out of there. I asked her to
take me to the hospital.
"Maggie, believe me there's nothing I'd rather do than
bury my face in your big tits right now, but it wouldn't
be right - I just can't do that to Peggy." Maggie
surprised me by giggling, and chirped, "Well, we won't
TELL her silly!!"
I assured her it just wasn't going to happen and asked
her to try and understand. "All I understand is the size
of that PRICK crawling down your leg mister." She
giggled again. I guess I was busted. Finally, Maggie
accepted the fact we weren't going to do the nasty right
then and there and we started off for the hospital.
We were backing away from the truck when I heard the
little girl say, "Grampa, I'm still horny." Maggie
giggled and started to pull back next to the truck when
I insisted we get underway. With a little pout, she
complied. On the way to the hospital I began to think
about the complexity of the situation we were faced
with, and my erection finally subsided. It was a welcome
relief since it had become painful at one point. Still,
I was left with a prominent bulge in my pants. I
dismissed it as just too much excitement for one day.
But it wasn't over yet.
We passed a crew installing a new 'welcome to Fertile
Valley" billboard on the highway en route to the
hospital. It featured Emily Walton, the new poster girl.
The photo was over 30 feet tall. Her profile had been
cut out and mounted to a separate board. The child's
dress was pulled wide open in this pose, exposing the
entire expanse of her tummy. Along with her pink panties
and an acre of cleavage bursting out of her bra. She
looked down at her big pregnant belly with a very
contented smile. As I watch
ed the crane hoist the board with her photo on it, I
felt the familiar swelling return to my groin. I'd lost
track that day of the times my dick had started
throbbing, my heart racing as it sent the blood into my
engorged member.
The photo board was much taller than the billboard
itself, so her head and shoulders would stick up above
it. They attached the photo board to the far right edge,
so her huge knocked-up belly stuck out beyond the
dimensions of the billboard - exploding into the
horizon. This billboard was far more dramatic than the
first one we'd seen, and the girl MUCH MORE pregnant.
It seemed as though the church wanted to keep everyone
in the valley stimulated with these huge photos of
beautiful, well endowed pregnant girls - half naked with
their bulging ripe bodies so much larger than life, and
on open display. It worked. I was close to cumming in my
pants again and Maggie knew it. She just grinned and
kept driving.
As we approached the hospital grounds, I was impressed
with the size of the facility. I expected a little run
down string of one story buildings connected with open
walkways. Fertile Valley had quite an attractive
facility, beautifully landscaped. The main building was
a modern three-story brick structure capable of housing
a couple hundred beds.
It appeared to have an even taller building behind it.
The main structure was flanked with four 'clinic' sized
one-story buildings that were attached to each corner of
the building with enclosed walkways. We drove around to
the back, and my jaw dropped once again. Attached to the
rear of the hospital was the most imposing structure - "
The Fertile Valley Maternity Wing." The wing was easily
twice the size of the main building. Amazing what you
can do with enough tax dollars.
"In there," Maggie said, as she pointed at the left side
of the structure. "That's where your lab will be. Like I
said, there's plenty of room." She wasn't kidding. It
was one of the biggest maternity wards I'd ever seen,
and it appeared to be bustling with activity. The
parking lot was jammed with cars and trucks, most of
them rusty, beat up old relics of the 60s and 70s with
missing hubcaps and bald tires.
Inside, gurneys were flying down the hallways in every
direction, most of them carrying young girls - girls
from 10 to15 years old. Many were swollen to a
ridiculous girth with twins, triplets or more inside
their bulging, ready-to-pop pregnant bellies. Some were
screaming for their mommy or daddy. I felt sorry for
them. Sorry for the loss of innocence, and for the huge
burden they were carrying. All of it 'to the glory of
God.'
While my loftier notions had me feeling pity, my baser
instincts had my crotch bulging - again. We approached
the admissions desk. Maggie wanted to check in for her
messages and let her supervisor know where we'd be.
There, in a waiting room designed to seat 50 people,
were 60 to 70 girls with their mothers, waiting to be
admitted to the hospital. Some of the girls were doubled
over in pain. They should be inside already, I thought.
"But nurse...my young-un's water done already broke! How
come we cain't git in?" I heard one woman pleading with
a nurse at the desk. As Maggie and I got closer to the
front, I realized this 'woman' I'd heard was no more
than a teenager. The child hugging her waist was 9 years
old - tops.
She could have been even younger, though I dismissed
that as unthinkable. Her belly was as large as some of
the 12-year-olds' I'd seen bulging out of their dresses.
The kid had more than one baby ready to come out of her
- that much was obvious. Her belly stuck out two feet in
front of her little body.
She was simply HUGE, and unlike some of the other girls,
the child had developed no breasts or hips at all. She
looked like a normal nine-year-old rather than a scaled
down adult, with one BIG exception. Her enormous
pregnant belly completely overwhelmed her tiny frame.
With no breasts or hips to balance the immense
protrusion in front of her, she'd have been incapable of
standing on her own. But she had mama, the comely
teenager she hung on to, for support.
It didn't take much arithmetic to figure out that the
little girl had been even younger than my Meagan and
Melissa when she got pregnant - or that her mother had
been that same age when SHE got pregnant with the child
clinging to her. What a cycle, I thought. No wonder the
area had come under scrutiny. With each new child they
brought into the world, the federal government was
soaked for another welfare payment. And these people
were breeding like rats in a grain barrel.
The nurse behind the admissions desk informed the
teenaged mom that there wasn't a room to be had in the
whole ward - "We've already doubled up on the occupancy
of each room dear, and all 400 rooms are full right now
- we're trying to get some of the overflow sent to the
ER and spare rooms in the main wing. You'll just have to
be patient - September is a VERY busy time of year in
maternity. Have a seat, and we'll call you."
Maggie confirmed that there were a LOT of babies being
made in January and February there. The pretty teenager
was livid, "But they AIN'T no place to sit, you BITCH!!
And my young-un is gunna bust wide open right here on
yer floor!!" The nurse remained calm. Better than I
could have. The young mom's ranting worked on her.
"Bring her around here... we'll get her to the ER," the
nurse said. An orderly came around with a wheel chair
for the poor child, and I watched her mom bend over to
give her a kiss goodbye. Her breasts swayed heavily
inside her tank top. I'd been too busy looking at the
pregnant little girl.
I hadn't noticed that her young mom had two of the
biggest tits I'd ever seen in my life. Maggie noticed
her then too, and gave another pout. The girl was
braless, and as she walked back toward the waiting room
her huge breasts wobbled and slapped together with every
step. My eyes were riveted to them. Her nipples were the
size of big cherries and poked right through the
material of her skimpy top.
I followed her into the waiting area, like a hound dog
following a bitch in heat. Maggie was steaming, I could
tell, and she was right on my heels. The busty teenager
sat down next to a woman Maggie's age who I guessed was
HER mother. The woman waited with a baby in each arm. I
watched from across the room as the girl's nipple area
became darker. It was easy to see all of a sudden, that
her areolas were the size of beer coasters. Then it hit
me - her tits were spurting milk! And the two babies her
mom held were waiting for it. "Jesus, no wonder she's so
huge," I muttered.
"I heard that," Maggie sniped. Maggie pouted, as I stood
there with my mouth open watching the girl yank her top
down and under her simply ENORMOUS tits. The girl's
mother handed the babies over and nature took its
course. They appeared to be just a few months old and
still tiny.
The babies were barely able to get their little mouths
around her oversized nipples. The girl had a pair of
spigots, I thought to myself. Just then, one of them
lost control of a nipple and confirmed my thoughts. The
milk GUSHED out of her left breast drenching the
mother's lap and the baby along with it. It cried for a
minute, but was soon settled back into its little
routine.
As I watched these suckling babies, I couldn't help but
notice the size of the girl's areola again I'd never
seen anything quite like them, even though Peggy had
developed quite a pair. Each was larger than the baby's
face next to it, and stood in such contrast to their
little pink cheeks. The kids were sucking away
contentedly, as mother and daughter sat there waiting
for news of the impending delivery. Maggie grabbed me by
the arm and pulled me toward the corridor leading to my
lab.
"Let's go mister, it's getting late," she said - and not
too sweetly. I could tell she was jealous, and I guess I
didn't blame her. We made our way back to the area I'd
been given to work in. There was a spacious office with
comfortable guest chairs - even a couch, and plenty of
bookshelves. It would be very suitable for the
interviews and subject consultation I'd need to conduct.
It would be a nice place to study when I needed solitude
- away from the distractions at home.
The adjacent lab had the latest equipment I'd need to
conduct my research including an ISDN Internet
connection for efficient collaboration with my
colleagues.
Like I said, the feds spare no expense in determining
how to save money. And it was money (or maybe OTHER
favors) that had exchanged hands to get all the federal
support necessary to build this enormous facility. All
designed for an indigent population. The cost must have
been staggering. And still the system was strained by
the demand from these people. I had my work cut out for
me, but it was time to get home to my family and see how
school and the house hunt went for them.
CHAPTER 5
The ride back to town from the hospital that day was
painfully silent at first. Maggie didn't get what she
wanted from me and she was tight lipped, pissed off, and
obviously horny. She broke the silence after several
long minutes:
"You aren't even going to ask me are you?" She was
rubbing her swollen tummy with her right hand as she
steered with her left. "Aren't you the least bit
interested in how I got this little bun in the oven? Or
didn't you notice I was knocked up? You've been so busy
drooling over those little girls, I can't even tell."
She was pouting again, and she was absolutely right
about my behavior.
My tongue had been dragging the ground all day. I was
ashamed of myself, but unable to do anything about it. I
began to wonder if my virtue was being put to some cruel
test as I watched Maggie's big tits bounce with every
bump we hit. Her little smile came back when she noticed
me looking straight at her cleavage. Then my dick got
hard. She had my attention, and she milked it for
everything it was worth.
"I've been pretty distracted today Maggie - I apologize.
It's not very professional of me. I've wondered about
your pregnancy of course I noticed. You're getting --
well -- rather large." She was grinning now, and started
giggling like a little girl again.
"You don't know the half of it, mister. Maybe I should
fill you in - it might even shed a little light on your
work." It was a long way to the hotel, so Maggie
proceeded to describe, in intimate detail, the events
that lead to her pregnancy, "We get all kinds of people
coming in to the ER, and for the strangest things. In a
poor community like this, people use it like a doctor's
office - 'cause they don't HAVE a doctor - we get them.
Anyhow, they have to come through my office first for
screening - I'm right next to ER admissions. I ask them
questions about their problem and sometimes I can solve
it without even bothering the doctors." Maggie was
setting me up for a story I wouldn't forget - I just
felt it.
She had a sly little grin on her face as she continued,
"Well, one day this woman comes in with a young boy - a
scrawny looking kid around 11 or 12 years old. She was a
few years younger than me, mid 20s I guess, and she was
great BIG pregnant. I asked them to have a seat and I
got situated at my desk. She introduced herself as
Cassie McCabe, and said her son had a problem. It had
become the whole family's problem she said, and she
started to explain, 'Ya see nurse Maggie, Little Luke
here takes after his grampa. Well really, his grampa is
his Paw too, iffn' that makes any sense to ya.' She was
blushing and put her head down. She seemed embarrassed
to have me know that it was her father who'd knocked her
up with this kid. I asked her to just tell me what her
son's problem was - and told her I would understand - no
matter what." Maggie could see the questioning look on
my face - my eyes got real wide when I heard the name
'Cassie'.
"I knew that would get your attention," she giggled.
"Yes, it was the same Cassie that pregnant little slut
in the truck was talking about, -- and yes she had HUGE
tits - if you have to know!" I guess Maggie had learned
to read my mind already. "Well, the woman tells me what
she means about her kid taking after grampa, paw or
whoever: 'Nurse, I jus' don't know what we gunna do ---
- He done THIS to me about 6 months ago.' She pointed at
her enormous pregnant belly and she looked a LOT more
than 6 months gone. 'Since then, he done knocked up all
his sisters, 6 of his cousins and 3 of his teachers. I
jus' don't know where it's gunna end.'
"I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings, but I
couldn't help snickering a little bit. I mean, he was
just a boy, and couldn't have weighed 90 pounds soaking
wet - he was pitiful looking. The kid was slumped down
in his chair so I could barely see him over my big desk.
I was sitting back a ways too. The woman glanced down at
his lap and her eyes got real big all of a sudden. 'It's
startin' again, jus' like it always does when they's a
girl around who's ready ta catch -- you know -- fertile.
He can sense it nurse Maggie - I don't know how, he jus'
can. You mus' be ready right now, cuz it damn shore
ain't ME - I done already been pumped FULL o' young-
uns.'
Maggie had a flushed look on her face, and she started
feeling up her tits again as she continued her little
tale, "I didn't know what on earth she was talking
about, so I asked her WHAT was starting again. The young
woman said, 'Stand up for the nurse Little Luke, but
don't you git any ideas.' I just about fell out of my
chair Bill - I'd never seen anything like it. I mean it
that 'kid' had the BIGGEST.. FUCKING.. DICK -- I had
ever seen in my entire life. And I'd seen some enormous
ones in my time! He was so big -- I mean -- his dick was
so fucking HUGE the head of it had made its way out the
end of his shorts damn near to his knee. He looked like
he would bust out of his shorts he'd stretched the
material so tight in front of him with that big fat
cock.
"He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. That dick
of his bobbed up and down. It was huge, bloated and
twitching. He started rubbing on it, and it got even
fatter. Then he grabbed it with both hands and started
jacking the shaft of it. His prick was as big as his
forearm at that point, and he seemed to be in pain. His
mama scolded him, 'Luke, you stop that now young-un, ya
hear me - that ain't nice.' His mom was embarrassed I
could tell, but it didn't faze the kid. 'But mama, it
hurts, you know I cain't help it when my thang gits all
big an' swole up. She done got that look on her face
mama, like Miz Jenny at school like they all git when
they's wet.'
"I don't know what came over me but I felt like I was in
a trance, almost like I was hypnotized. All I could do
was stand there with my mouth open and gape at the kid's
prick. Well, I was doing something else actually. I was
ovulating like a turtle - I knew it - just like the boy
and his mom knew. And I was WET. I'd soaked my panty
hose all the way down my thighs. I was SOPPING -- wet --
dripping -- HORNY, Bill. So horny I could've screamed.
I'm glad I didn't. Instead, like a zombie, I walked over
to the door of my office and locked it. I sat back down
behind my desk and gaped at it again. Good GOD it was
big. I was under a spell at that point.
"The kid's mom started pleading with me then, 'Ain't
there nothin' you kin give the boy ta keep him from
gittin' so dang big, nurse? Or carryin' around so much
o' that cum in him? Every time he lets go, up inside a
girl, she ends up like me all swole up with 3 or 4
young-uns in her belly. An' they cain't seem ta help
themselves neither nurse - they let him stick that big
ole prong right up inside of 'em till he lets go with
all that baby juice. They's too many young-uns around my
house NOW, and they keep on comin'. I'm gunna be an ole
lady 'fore my time.'
"The woman looked like she could cry, so I told her I'd
need to have a closer look at it. 'You be careful now,
missy. I seen the way you lookin' at Little Luke.' I
promised nothing was going to happen and asked the boy
to come around behind my desk so I could examine his --
"thang". I started shaking when he got close to me. I
was sitting there with this prick a foot long and big
around as my ankle just inches from me - staring me
right in the face. I began to stutter Bill, for the
first time in my life: Imma -- I -- cccan't -- bbbelieve
it's ssso -- so -- The boy's mom finished my sentence
for me: 'He's big as that dang ole mule we got out in
the pasture, an' if ya ain't careful, you gunna look
like ME in a few months!'
"I reached out and touched the head of it ever so
slightly, like I was petting a wild animal. A sticky
little spurt of pre- cum hit the palm of my hand, and
the next thing I knew I was rubbing it on the boy's knob
- massaging it in around and around - swirling over the
head of his fat prick like that little girl in the truck
was doing to her grandfather. I felt like a robot on
auto-pilot.
"I was not in control, something else was - and I think
it was my dripping wet fertile womb. My roommates in
nursing school used to tease me about "thinking with my
pussy" 'cause I used to fuck anything with pants on, and
if the guy was 'hung' I'd been known to disappear for a
week, cutting classes, missing meals and worse. It was
no secret that 'Maggie liked 'em BIG'. I'd been so
responsible since nursing school - until I got to THIS
place.
"Well, I was thinking with my pussy that day, there was
no doubt about it, 'cause I rolled my desk chair closer
to that boy and his big horse dick and I slipped my lips
over the head of it. My tongue was darting all over the
surface of that fat knob of his, my head moving around
and around, licking at it from every angle I could. I
grabbed the shaft of it with both hands - the only way I
could encircle his fat prick. I started pumping it while
I licked him.
"I was slobbering all over him at this point - it was
OBSCENE. He looked so relieved, and cradled my head in
his hands, moving me gently up and down on his shaft as
I slurped at the head of that big fat prick. He stroked
my hair like an experienced lover, looking down at me
and smiling as I sucked on him. The kid's mom didn't
seem the least bit surprised at this - like she'd seen
it so many times before. I guess she had. "
'Mama it feels so good, nurse Maggie's makin' it all
better. It don't hurt near bad as it did.'
His mama told him to be gentle with me, 'She ain't used
to no big prong like yers Luke, so you be sweet ya
hear?' All of a sudden, like I was getting a command
from somewhere, I let go of the boy's dick and yanked my
panty hose off. It was one of those 'out of body' kinda
things - like somebody else was doing it. I hiked my
uniform up and sat my naked butt on the edge of my desk.
I unbuttoned the front of my blouse and pulled my bra
down under my tits. I swell up in the bust when I get
real hot.
I KNOW you noticed THAT. And that day, I got ENORMOUS. I
thought the kid was gonna cum on himself just gawking at
me. 'Mama -- look -- she's bigger'n Bobby Sue.' He was
drooling then, and I reached out and pulled him toward
me. "Luke, you stick that big fat dick in nurse Maggie
right now - I want you to FUCK me. I want you to fuck
the ever lovin' shit outta me. I want you to fuck every
big fat inch of that beautiful 'swole-up' prick of yours
inside me, and I want you to KEEP fucking me till I tell
you to CUM in me. I don't CARE if you knock me up, I
want it NOW -- FUCK me Luke -- fuck me with your big fat
PRICK.'
"I couldn't believe it was me even saying it, but he was
inside me in a matter of seconds. He was just waiting
for the word and he POUNCED on me. He jammed that fat
bastard up in me and I thought I would split in two. GOD
he was so fucking HUGE. My butt was slipping around in a
puddle of pussy juice on my desk as I wiggled and jerked
my hips back at every thrust he put to me, and let me
tell you, the boy was just fucking my BRAINS out. He
looked so happy as that fat prick slipped in and out of
my wet throbbing pussy. In and out and in and out, he
fucked and fucked and FUCKED me till I was trembling
with the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. No MAN had ever
done that to me before. Not like THAT.
"I kept bucking my hips back at him, faster and faster -
I knew he was about to cum from the look - I KNOW that
look. I wasn't thinking about whether I'd get knocked up
or not. Strange as it seems, I WANTED to feel great big
GOBS of cum inside me - splattering against the wall of
my uterus, filling me up and making me all warm and
gushy. All I could think about was having so much cum in
me it would run down my legs all the way to my ankles
when I stood up. I'd always loved the feeling of cum
gushing into me, but I'd been on birth control and it
wasn't a risk. Now I knew what a HUGE risk it was and
that made it even MORE exciting for me.
'Oh you poor baby,' I told Luke, 'nurse Maggie knows how
much you need to cum. You must be ready to BUST, you
poor thing. Cum in Maggie, come on and FUCK me till you
cum, Luke. Make me big like your mama - make me all
pregnant like your sisters, Luke. Knock me up baby. Do
you know how big nurse Maggie's TITS are gonna get when
she's pregnant Luke. I'll be HUGE for you baby, and I'll
let you SUCK on me all you want - would you like that?'
I could see his little head nod ever so slightly as he
jerked and squirmed and fucked me silly. And then it
happened.
"I thought I was prepared for it, but I had no idea. The
first blast out of his big prong felt like it went all
the way up in my throat. Then I felt it gushing into my
pussy - filling me up - dumping what felt like a pint of
warm sticky sperm in me. He kept pumping and pumping. It
was oozing out of me as fast as he was fucking it into
me then. I was FULL of cum and it was running out of my
pussy all over the desk. There was so much of it, some
of it dripped off the desk onto the floor. I'd never in
my life seen that much cum.
"That happened 6 weeks ago. I knew the minute that boy
started cumming in me that he'd knocked me up. I could
almost feel his sperm finding my eggs. There was just so
MUCH of it. What I didn't know is just HOW knocked up
he'd gotten me. I can't say I wasn't warned, and I knew
I was fertile as a mink. God knows, I fucked him like
one. What did I expect, right? Still, when I started
showing after only a month, I was shocked. I knew
something BIG was happening inside me. I still don't
know how big, but I guess I'll find out right?"
"Yeah, we'll find out," I heard myself say. I couldn't
believe Maggie had shared all that with me. What had me
worried then was: how many boys like Little Luke might
have been out there. Fucking the daylights out of their
sisters and teachers, and MOTHERS. Did they all have
THAT much sperm? Did they all know when girls were
fertile? Did they send these girls into a trance with
their huge dicks like Luke did to Maggie? If they're
knocking up their relatives, what about the effects of
all that inbreeding on their sexual and reproductive
characteristics?
Like I said, Maggie had set me up for a story I'd never
forget. She'd also given me more variables to consider -
more than I needed. I damn near lost it in my pants
listening to her describe her seduction at the hands of
this big dicked boy. Then I realized how close to the
hotel we'd gotten. When that reality hit me, I'd been
able to regain at least SOME composure. It was tough to
keep my mind on anything else after Maggie let me in on
her little secret though. I got hard all over again when
I thought about how pregnant she must have been. I'd
never known a woman to show that early, and Maggie had
already developed quite a belly.
I had to concentrate on my family again. Peggy would
want to talk about her day with the kids, the house hunt
and school. I was back in my daddy role again as Maggie
dropped me off. She gave my leg a little squeeze and
told me not to worry about figuring it all out - that
we'd get to the bottom of it sooner or later.
She looked down at her swollen belly, stroked it with
both her hands and said, "You'll get to watch me grow
mister, won't that be fun?" Finally, after one last
giggle, Maggie drove off. I tried to think of anything
but my work, or Maggie, as I walked toward the room at
the hotel. I didn't want Peggy to see me with my crotch
bulging - not until SHE had the opportunity to make it
happen anyway. I did manage to get it under control. It
still felt a bit swollen - but not THAT kind of swollen.
I had enough to worry about so I dismissed it to my
imagination.
Peggy threw her arms around me the minute I walked in
the room. I felt lucky to have to have such a babe for a
wife. The kids were in the adjacent rooms, so at least I
had a little time to catch up on their day before
dinner. Peggy was glowing. It was hard to put my finger
on it, but something was different about her.
CHAPTER 6
"Boy, did WE have a hectic day, how about you sweetie?
Did you remember to get my aspirin? My head is killing
me." Peggy had her arms round my neck and gave me a
little kiss on the lips. I told her the pharmacist had
been really nice and gave me some from his bulk supply.
I hadn't even looked at the bottle, but he'd gone to the
trouble of labeling it. ULTRA STRENGTH ANALGESIC TAKE 1
OR 2 EVERY 4 HOURS FOR PAIN.
"Wow, these are biggest pain pills I've ever seen - I
hope they do the trick. I think I'll take 2 just to be
sure I'm good company for my baby tonight." Peggy downed
them and sat on the bed next to me. "I have a surprise
for you, but maybe I should wait till later. The kids
are probably hungry and I don't want to start anything
we can't finish. Besides, this headache just WON'T go
away.
I took two aspirin the desk clerk gave me over an hour
ago, and it's still hanging on. I better try another one
of those pain pills just in case." I knew Peggy had
something up her sleeve, and I wasn't letting her off
the hook that easy. "It's not like you to tease your
poor husband like that," I said. "You tell me right NOW
what this surprise is, you little minx." She gave me one
of her smirks and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her
loose blouse.
"I don't quite understand this Bill, but your little
wifey is having herself a bit of a growth spurt." She
kept unbuttoning, slowly, as she smirked at me again -
one button at a time until her blouse was open. "I guess
you wanna see what I'm talking about, huh?"
Peggy took her blouse off and locked her thumbs under
the shoulder straps of her bra - right above the cups.
She yanked up on them causing her tits to wobble like
Jell-O. "I've loosened them as far as they'll go, and
I'm on the last set of hooks in the back, and well -- as
you can see -- there's just too much of me. Look at me,
Billy -- I'm bigger than when I was nursing Melissa and
Meagan. I thought maybe it was that time of month, but
that's two weeks away and I never get THIS big then
anyhow."
It wouldn't have taken much to get me excited that
night, not after all I'd seen and heard that day. Seeing
my wife's tits swollen up like balloons was overkill. I
got the biggest hard-on in my recent memory, in about 11
seconds. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking
as I stood up in front of her. I looked down at her
sitting on the bed and I began to rub my throbbing
member.
She looked immense as she sat there spilling out of her
bra. My wife had never been close to that size before. I
pushed her big tits together then, watching a foot of
creamy cleavage bulge out the cups of that inadequate
bra she was coming out of. It was more than I could
handle. I felt the cum start to surge in my balls - like
a volcano was going to erupt out of them.
I pulled my dick out and pumped on it, aiming it
straight at my pretty wife's big tits. Then I came. GOD
it felt good. Spurt after spurt, I felt it gushing out
of my swollen blue balls and splattering all over her
big chest. It kept spurting out and some of it hit her
chin, dripping down to join the rest as she rubbed it
all in. I'd been suffering all day long, and it was
finally time - my body had taken over and gave itself
what it needed - sweet release.
"Oh my goodness, my baby got all excited over his little
wifey's big tits huh? Oh, you poor baby. I guess we
better get cleaned up so we can go out and get some
dinner. You made quite a mess, sweetie." She grinned up
at me as she wiped the cum off her chin.
It felt so good to let go like that, even though it
wasn't the fucking I'd planned to give Peggy that night.
At least my balls felt better, and we'd have plenty of
time later that night. I got hard again just thinking
about it. I was going to fuck Peggy's eyeballs out. We
showered, dressed and were about to gather the kids when
my wife told me I'd better sit down for a minute.
"Honey, I don't want you to worry or be upset about
this, but I think I'd better tell you." I hated it when
Peggy prefaced anything like that. It was rarely good
news. "You've probably been wondering about Dee n' Deb
haven't you?" I nodded my head. She noticed the concern
furrowing my brow. "Don't worry now Billy, I'm sure
they'll be fine -- it's just that -- well -- let's just
say I'm not the only one who's experienced some changes
today. And -- well -- they have even more company now.
We have two more daughters who are -- blossoming rather
quickly I'm afraid."
I told Peggy I was relieved to hear that Julie and
Jennie finally "sprouted". I told her about their little
tirade this morning, and how I was afraid there would be
no peace in this family for a while. "We'll deal with it
all sweetie, I said - let's just get something to eat
and the kids can tell me all about their big day." It
was encouraging that something normal had happened. I
stood up and started to head toward the door when Peggy
stopped me.
"Bill honey, maybe you better sit down and let me tell
you the rest of it." What now, I wondered. "I'm sorry to
have to tell you this sweetie, but you'll see for
yourself soon enough. For Julie and Jenny, it's business
as usual in the bosom department. Nothing happening
there - I mean NOTHING. And they're none too happy." I'm
sure Peggy saw the color drain from my face. I certainly
FELT it. I was stuttering then.
"You mean -- Muh... MMeagan -- and -- MMelissa are..."
Peggy just nodded. "Bbbut they're not even 9 yet, and
they haven't even reached pube -- I mean, they haven't
started their menstr..." before I could finish, Peggy
looked me in the eye and nodded again -- and again.
"I know it's all too sudden Billy, but maybe you'll come
to some findings soon and we can make some sense of it
all. There's something HERE doing this, I just know it.
In the meantime, try not to stare at them, dear. They've
already figured out that men like the looks of their
"boobies" as they call them. None of them need any
encouragement. We'll have to pay some extra attention to
our first born for a while. They look so defeated Bill -
it just breaks my heart." Peggy could see I had some
questions on my face. She was good at that - and at
coming up with the answers.
"I guess you're wondering how big the 'problem' is, huh?
Well, I had to buy them all bras today - and I'd say
it's a pretty big problem. We were drawing quite a bit
of attention from the older boys at school. Even some of
the teachers looked a little longer than they should
have. Well, we're new to town too, so I guess that was
some of it. At any rate, they looked obscene with
nothing on underneath." Peggy still wasn't answering my
question. She had an annoying way of talking AROUND a
subject, giving you bits and pieces before getting to
the point. She finally zeroed in on it.
"At one point today I felt like I was in a science
fiction movie. They had changed in a matter of hours. It
was freaky, Bill. It's stopped now, thank GOD. We bought
their bras late this afternoon at a little shop on the
square. The woman said you'd stopped in there on your
tour of the town. It was the only place that had
anything close to fitting them. I could not believe what
I saw in there. I was afraid to take the girls in, but I
was desperate. At least the other kids were still at
school and didn't see it."
"So you found something to fit them?" I finally asked.
"Well, sort of - their clothing and foundations are
designed for girls in 'this' condition." Peggy held her
arms out 2 feet in front of her abdomen and smirked at
me. I told her I knew that and asked her to PLEASE get
to the point.
"The point is, Mr. Impatient, that most of the bras were
too BIG. Your little girls were loving the whole
experience though - they were in heaven trying all those
bras on, one after another, right in the middle of the
store. We were the only ones in there, so I figured
'what the hell'.
"The shopkeeper said we'd need to measure them since it
didn't look like anything there was going to work. She
had a new line of altered bras for younger girls who
were 'just starting to bloom' as she put it, and thought
one of them might work. Their 'GROWING GIRLS' collection
would have just the thing she said. Then she asked when
our 'little ones' had started to sprout and said, 'They
really are adorable Miss, though not quite as 'healthy'
as some of the girls out here in the country if you know
what I mean.'
"I told her we'd already noticed several young girls who
were rather overly endowed and that our children had
just begun to sprout since we'd arrived here yesterday.
I know she could see the concern in my face Bill, and
she tried to put my mind at ease. 'Ma'am, I've seen this
happen a lot. It's not all that uncommon, and the girls
end up fine and healthy. There is one thing you need to
do though - I'd recommend applying a generous amount of
this lotion twice a day to avoid serious stretch marks.
That's VERY rapid growth and this cocoa butter with
soothing emollients will help ease those growing pains.
They'll thank you for it later - believe me. I must say
that your little ones have made quite a start.
Especially these two. I'm glad you're still sitting
down, Billy." I looked at Peggy with a question on my
face again. Then she saw me answer it myself.
"Peggy, are you telling me that -- Meagan -- and Melissa
-- are--" She finished my sentence for me, "They're
BIGGER honey - bigger than Dee and Deb by a full cup
size. The woman at the store wasn't surprised - she'd
seen it before. Nothing seemed to faze that woman. She
told me that several times a month she'd have customers
come in with a girl who'd outgrown her older sister in
the bust, and curiously, they were all about the same
age. They were 8 to 9 years old in every case she could
remember. I ended up buying 2 each of what she called
"Junior A and Junior B cups" for Dee and Deb.
"She said Melissa and Meagan needed 2 each of the Junior
B and Junior C cups. They were all a little loose but
she told me. From my experience dear, they'll fit fine
before you know it. And they'll need the bigger size
sooner than you think."
I just shook my head in resignation and looked at my
wife. I told her I had even more motivation then to sort
out the mystery that surrounded us - especially
surrounding the children. As if I hadn't taken on enough
already, I had my own children's well being to concern
me - not to mention my wife's. Peggy said it was time to
go eat. I never argued with her about that.
"Let's gather the kids honey - we'll have a fun dinner,
maybe go for a little ride. It'll be fine, and you need
to let them see you in a good mood, OK?"
I nodded at her and smiled, "OK Peg, you got a deal. No
brooding tonight. I just hope we can cheer up Jule and
Jen." I felt alright then -- still worried, but alright.
Peggy had a way of making me believe that everything
would be OK. We went to gather one batch of kids. We'd
put Adam and Peter in a room with Meagan and Melissa.
Dee n' Deb were in the other room with Julie and Jen.
Our older kids had taken to looking after their younger
siblings as well as any responsible adult, and I'd
always been so proud of them for that. When we got to
the room Meagan and Melissa were in, I lost some of my
confidence in Adam, our oldest son. He was sitting on
the bed on "his side" of the room playing Nintendo while
Meagan, Peter and Melissa were beating each other up
over the last bottle of spring water.
"Give it to me, you little turd, it's MINE." Meagan was
trying to wrestle the bottle away from her brother. It
looked like Melissa had finally given up. She was
sitting there pouting with her arms folded under
her...BREASTS? My GOD, I'd just listened to Peggy tell
me about it but it didn't register. Not really, not
until I saw..."
I looked at my wife in shock. My 8-year-old (well,
almost 9) daughter was sitting there with -- BREASTS.
They looked swollen, bigger than I'd imagined - and on
such a little girl. Meagan got the bottle away from
Peter and turned it up, chugging every last drop like a
drunken wino. The floor of the room was littered with
empty bottles of the stuff. It looked like they'd downed
most of the case Peggy had bought at the grocery just
the night before. I heard Melissa start whining as I
glanced around the room wondering why they'd consumed so
much of that stuff.
"Mommy it hurts. Look at it... my BRA... I think it's
too tight. OUCH! It's pinching me. I wanna take it off!
Get it off me, Mommy." Peggy handled it a lot more
smoothly than I could have.
"Honey, calm down, we'll go in the bathroom and put the
bigger one on."
"But Mommy, this IS the bigger one. What am I gonna do?
- they're getting' BIG, Mommy. My boobies are growing
again!" Meagan had yanked her little t-shirt up over her
bra. There, bursting out the top of her 'child-sized' C-
cup brassiere was a pair of swollen TITS. Not 'little
mounds' like I'd seen on Dee and Deb. Not the puffy
little 'buds' associated with the onset of puberty, but
TITS.
Meagan made eye contact with me - and more. She sensed
something in the way I looked at her, I could tell, and
she gave me an impish little smile. An accomplished
little smirk that said: 'I'm very pleased with myself,
and I see you are too.'
I'd never felt stronger chemistry before, even with a
grown woman - not even with the mother of my children.
Meagan kept her gaze fixed on me for a minute, then she
looked down at her bulging young chest and pushed her
tits together with her forearms. She smiled up at me
again.
"See how big I am, daddy? I have BIG boobies. They're
getting' bigger too!" Then she giggled and hefted them
with her little hands, looking down once again at her
absurdly swollen bosom.
I had to turn around before the child (or Peggy) saw me.
She'd given me a hard-on like I couldn't believe. I
could feel the blood rushing into my prick like someone
had pressed the plunger on a big syringe connected to
it. I hoped she didn't know or understand what she'd
just done, but I was afraid she understood EXACTLY what
she'd just done. I began to try moving my thoughts to
something - ANYTHING else. Out of the blue it hit me -
like a ton of bricks.
The blood rushed out of my dick as quickly as it had
rushed in. I don't know what possessed me to do what I
did next. A bigger mystery is why I hadn't done it
before. I picked up one of the bottles of water and read
everything on the label. I'd seen the slogan, their logo
of course, and knew it was a local product. It was
something in the fine print that sent me into a state of
panic - the stuff with copyrights and trademarks and
such.
There in tiny type was part of the answer to my problem:
"Bottled and distributed by Fertile Valley Water Co. A
subsidiary of Fertile Valley Foods, Inc. - Lucas P.
Daniels, Chairman."
It was that fucking PREACHER. And head of the company
that bottled the water my children were drinking. The
lunatic that wanted every female from 6 to 60 knocked up
and spitting out babies like machines. He owned a
freaking FOOD company of all things!! My mind was
reeling with the implications.
Peggy was watching the blood run out of my face as I
finished reading the label. She could feel my panic, I'm
sure. I hoped the kids couldn't. I was mad at MYSELF
too. How could I not have sensed it? How could I not at
least suspect that something my little girls were
consuming had caused them to --
Then I remembered - I'd consumed it too -- and Peggy --
no wonder she -- and my innocent little boy Peter. I
went back and forth from panic to anger then. When I
looked around and counted all those bottles on the
floor, the potential damage really hit home. My youngest
children had consumed more of this stuff than anyone
else in the family. Far more. Of the 24 one-liter
bottles in that case Peggy bought, 18 empties were
strewn about that room. Cheerfully, I asked Peggy to go
next door and check on the rest of the gang, trying not
to appear too freaked out in front of my kids.
I whispered in her ear, "If there's ANY of that crap
left - pour it in the toilet." I'd seen a bottle with a
couple of ounces left in it under a chair. I'd planned
to take it before the kids discovered it, and analyze it
at the lab the next day.
I told Meagan she could go in the bathroom and get out
of that contraption for now and promised that her Mom
would see about getting her some new ones in the
morning. "Don't you worry about it Pumpkin, get changed
and we'll have a nice dinner - whatever you want." She
ran over and hugged me, and I handed her one of Peter's
dress shirts. "This will do for now." "But DAD -- " she
said.
"I know it's a boy's shirt sweetie, but wear it just
tonight OK?" While Meagan was in the bathroom, I
cornered Melissa and Peter: Kids, "this is important. I
want you to tell daddy how much of that water each of
you drank. Now you're not going to get in any trouble,
and everything's fine, so just tell me the truth." Peter
offered the first answer while Melissa absently rubbed
her growing breasts.
"Well Dad, it was kinda tough, you know, getting' much
of it at all. They were always fightin' over it so I
went over to Dee and Deb's and stole some o' theirs. I
guess I had 3 or 4 bottles of it."
"OK," I said, "let's say that's 4 out of the 18 bottles
I see here. Melissa honey, tell daddy how many you had."
"Well, like Peter said, we were always fightin' over it
and that greedy little PIG Meagan ended up stealing most
of mine this afternoon. It's really GOOD too daddy - and
I didn't get my share. I only got 5 or 6 of 'em maybe -
I think I should get Meagan's share next time." Oh
great, I thought.
I'd have to explain why they couldn't have any more, and
I'd have to do it without scaring them half to death.
Like I was scared half to death of what the stuff had
already done to us.
Doing some quick arithmetic, Peter and Melissa had 9 or
10 bottles between them. That left a balance of 8 or 9
empties in that room - allegedly consumed by one top
heavy little Meagan. If there was a direct correlation
between their bust expansion and the amount of water
they consumed, one of my little girls was going to end
up a very BIG girl indeed.
CHAPTER 7
After all I'd witnessed that first full day in Fertile
Valley, I'd expected to return to my family at the hotel
and relax - insulated from the cares of my professional
life - removed from the mysteries that surrounded me in
this weird little place. Instead, solving those
mysteries became even more urgent that night. It became
personal then - as personal as it gets. It involved my
family, and they meant everything to me.
There were some very dramatic growth surges occurring in
them, as Peggy had warned me - a definite cause for
concern. As scary as it was, I found it all very
arousing. Of course, I'd enjoy Peggy's new 'assets' to
my heart's content - as long as there was nothing to
harm her, I was delighted.
It was the change in my daughter Meagan that disturbed
me most - not just the degree of change - though that
was staggering - but her attitude toward it. She seemed
to be enjoying it tremendously, reveling in the
attention. I hoped she wouldn't flaunt her new
endowments.
I didn't know if my heart could take it. Plus, we'd be
in for a whole new set of problems with boys buzzing
around her. Melissa, Peter and I were waiting for her to
get out of the bathroom so we could get on our way to
dinner. She'd been in there for a while - it shouldn't
have taken that long for the kid to yank off her tight
bra and put on her brother's shirt. I had to find out if
she was OK so I went over to the door and asked her if
she'd fallen in.
"They hurt daddy -- my boobies are SORE, so I'm rubbing
some o' that cocoa butter stuff on 'em. Ohh -- It feels
better daddy. Oooo, it feels REALLY good to rub this
stuff on 'em, but I'll be out in a minute OK." I stood
there for a minute longer and listened at the door while
my daughter started to moan softly. Her little moans of
pleasure were growing more intense - it sounded like my
child was having sex in there. I thought it was about
time to put my foot down. "Meagan, you get dressed and
you get out here right now young lady."
"But DAD!"
"I said NOW Meagan." My kids always knew when I was
serious, so she appeared in pretty short order. She'd
left the last few buttons of her brother's shirt undone
and tied the tails in a knot right under her tits. Her
bare midriff was exposed. I probably should have made
her put a t-shirt on underneath, but I didn't. And it
was a big mistake.
That creamy white little tummy of hers was adorned with
quite a substantial belly button - an 'outie', just like
her mom's. The size of the thing astounded me - it was
big around as a quarter. I guess I'd never paid it much
attention before. The shirt didn't look nearly as big on
her as I thought it would, nor did it disguise the
presence of her new bosom as well as I'd hoped.
Peter's shirt wasn't designed to contain what billowed
out from Meagan's chest. I tried not to look at her, but
she made eye contact with me again and smirked. Then she
looked down at her swollen boobs with a growing sense of
pride. I could feel the chemistry building between us
again. Like static electricity in the dead of winter, it
was strong - almost crackling. She looked up at me,
grinning from ear to ear then and asked me "Do I look OK
daddy?"
"Yuh ... you look fine honey," I stammered. I couldn't
help but notice that her breasts looked even larger
without the bra on. It was stimulating, and it was
frightening all at the same time. Meagan continued to
torment me by catching my eye, then glancing down at her
chest and smiling back up at me.
She KNEW, I thought to myself. She knew it excited me...
and she was playing it for all it was worth. The
relationship she'd initiated was just WRONG - one that I
knew would be disastrous if I allowed it to develop. But
I was in control, after all.
What was I worried about? I would put a stop to it, and
right away. I heard Peggy calling from outside. "They're
ready," she said, and heading for the van. Maybe I'd
feel better after dinner I thought, but right then, I
was a ball of nerves. Adam had been sitting there like
he was in outer space -- oblivious to any of the
activity in the room. He'd even quit playing Nintendo.
I called him back to earth and we joined the rest of the
gang outside. Fertile Valley had the obligatory "fast
food row" and an odd assortment of local restaurants
serving everything from Mexican food to fried catfish.
One little place "Ma's Kettle" had a little sign out in
the gravel parking lot advertising 'Home Cooked Roast
with Smashed Taters n' Gravy and 2 Vegs - $3.95'
It sounded like just what we needed- some good old home-
cooked food. I missed my wife's cooking, and I'm sure
the kids did too. We always talked about our day around
the dinner table, and although I couldn't tell them much
about mine, I was anxious to hear about theirs.
"Honey you're just gonna LOVE one of the houses we saw
today. It's a great big old rambling two-story farmhouse
with 6 bedrooms 4 baths -- and a breathtaking view out
the kitchen window. It's not in the greatest shape, but
the rent is CHEAP. And after all, we'll only be here for
a couple of years -- it's not like we're buying the
place."
Peter put his two cents in: "Yeah Dad, and there's this
awesome driveway that goes down a hill -- I finally have
a place I can skateboard without mom yellin' at me."
"Well, what about it Adam?, Girls? What did you think of
this dream palace?"
Adam was his normal, excited self at that point: "Yeah,
whatever." The girls on the other hand, were split down
the middle - each group with a strong opinion. "It's a
DUMP," said Julie. "I think it needs some paint," added
Jen. Debbie sided with her older sisters -- "Eeeeeww,
the kitchen was gross looking."
On the positive side, I heard, "We can go swimmin' in
the little creek," from Dee; and, "There's plenty of
bedrooms -- not like that place where we had 3 or 4 of
us in the same room!" from Melissa.
Meagan was too busy looking at her new chest to catch
any of the conversation. She'd re-tied her shirt tail,
stretching the material tighter across the fullest part
of her bust. It made her appear even larger. Or had she
GROWN larger? I wondered. She just stared down at those
tits bulging out the front of her brother's shirt, like
we weren't even there.
It was cold in the restaurant and I noticed her nipples
for the first time. They were simply ENORMOUS. That's
what she was staring at. I muffled a gasp when I saw
them. Nobody else but Peggy seemed to notice, which was
good. There was enough sibling rivalry already. Peggy
whispered in my ear when she saw me staring at Meagan's
chest. "My lord, she could nurse twins with those things
Bill -- he's HUGE honey. I better get her attention."
"Earth to Meagan" Peggy called out. "Tell Daddy what you
thought about the house sweetie."
"Oh, yeah, well I liked the big trees out in the yard.
It's really a neat yard with lots of places to hide, and
there's hardly any houses around." Peggy confirmed
Meagan's assessment. "It really does have a lovely yard
Billy, and our closest neighbors are half a mile away.
We'd have lots of privacy, and the kitchen can be
cleaned up OK."
"Sounds like we have a winner" I said, to some grumbling
from the opposing team. "Now kid's, you know I always go
with your mother's judgment on things like this. We'll
be happy there if she thinks it'll work, OK?" They all
seemed agreeable enough at that point, and I was glad it
was time to eat.
The waitress came over to take our order and we all had
the dinner special. Peggy always made sure we got our
veggies and plenty of protein. "Growing girls need their
protein." She'd let it slip out before she even thought
about it I guess. Jules and Jen looked at their mother
like they wanted to stab her. To add insult to injury,
my other 4 girls giggled and stuck their chests out.
There weren't many people in the little place and I was
glad.
The dining room was small, with 10 or 12 tables crammed
in it. We had it almost to ourselves until our food came
out. Then close to 20 people came in at the same time.
It was Friday night at 5:30 -- dinnertime there, and the
pace was picking up. I was starving, and dug right in.
But I became distracted when the last bunch came in. I
hadn't seen any examples of that particular type of
family before, though Maggie had mentioned it in our
first meeting. She said families like the one I was
ogling were frequent visitors to the ER.
I'm glad I'd almost finished my food. It was hard to
concentrate on anything else when these people got close
and I got a good look at them. They sat at the table
right next to us. I broke out in a sweat as I watched
the girls struggling to get situated at the table. The
'men' of the family were of little help. Actually there
was just one man -- a 40ish oaf with a beer belly and a
grizzly beard.
There were 3 boys - one around 8, the other maybe 10 and
a young teenager. All of them sat down right away and
grabbed a menu while the poor girls tried to squeeze
their pregnant young bodies into the tight confines
around the table. I watched more closely as they tried
to maneuver their way in to the chairs, holding on to
the table and chair-backs for support. The girls were
very, VERY pregnant. Every one of them.
I couldn't help but notice the vicious cycle that Maggie
had referred to when she spoke of the families coming in
to the ER. There were 6 girls in all. The oldest looked
no more than 18, but I guessed she'd have to be. There
were a set of triplets 11 or 12 years old and a set of
twins, maybe 9 or 10, all calling her "Ma."
I remembered all too well what Peggy looked like when
she was about to deliver Melissa and Meagan. They were
our biggest twins at birth - over 9 pounds each - and
they made my wife's belly so fucking huge I had to help
her move around the last 2 months she was pregnant.
The pregnant twins were every bit as huge as Peggy had
been with Meagan and Melissa. Remarkably, their breasts
were even larger than Peggy's. They were truly identical
in every way. They must have gotten knocked up at the
same time, I thought. I could picture them lying side-
by-side with their legs up in the air - bucking their
hips back at their brothers as they fucked like little
bunnies -- whimpering, then getting their young pussies
pumped full of all too potent sperm.
Their sisters' bellies were even bigger. Like Maggie had
described, this family was a cycle repeating itself. The
triplets all looked like they could go into labor at any
minute. They were full to bursting, each of them hugely
pregnant with their own set of triplets (at least). I
marveled at the size of their bloated tummies. I stared
at them openly - unaware of what my family was doing.
The babies completely overwhelmed their young bodies --
their bellies starting a gentle curve outward, right
under their flat chests -- then bulging out 'egg shaped'
where the babies had settled in low and wide. They were
so pretty and SO -- FUCKING -- PREGNANT!
I suppose I'd seen pregnant women that large before, but
only in photographs. These girls were all too real, and
only 5 feet away from me. I felt hypnotized as I watched
one of the triplets take a break from the whole ordeal
of getting situated. She eased her shoulders back in a
stretch and placed her hands at the small of her back
causing her belly to bulge out obscenely.
The girl had no modesty at all -- the bottom half of her
dress had been unbuttoned, draping loosely in front of
her. The new posture she assumed made her grossly
swollen tummy poke right out through the open gap in the
dress -- the material hanging at the sides of her naked
belly.
She straightened up again and began scratching -- all
over her big belly full of babies. The kid could barely
reach her arms around her bulging middle it was so huge
-- but she managed. She flicked her fingers over her
belly button then. The fucking thing had popped out the
size of a ping-pong ball, and poking out of the kid's
gigantic belly, it looked like the biggest nipple I'd
ever seen in my life.
At that moment, the vision of that huge pregnant child
with her big belly button was permanently etched into my
memory. It was one of those images that never leaves you
-- one that makes your dick hard the second it enters
your mind. I felt Peggy's punch at my arm then -- she'd
become aware of my interest and brought me back to
reality. The girl they called 'Ma' spoke up all of a
sudden, getting my whole family's attention:
"Ya could at least try and help yer sister git in that
chair Jimmy Ray - you the one gott'er belly all swole up
like that." The girl was yelling at the teenaged boy
still looking at the menu. He looked so stupid I was
surprised he could read. He reluctantly got up and took
his pregnant sister by the arm. He guided her sideways
into position on the chair and she swiveled to face the
table. The other boys followed his example and helped
the rest of the girls.
I caught the oldest girl's profile then as she wedged
her way in to the last seat. She was so huge, she
could've been pregnant with a horse. I didn't want my
children to hear any more comments from this family. I'd
have enough to explain as it was, so I told Peggy to
head to the van with them, and that I wanted to see if
these people would be part of my research test group.
She gave me a 'yeah, right buddy' kind of smirk but went
along with me. I was serious about my intentions.
I introduced myself to the fat bastard at the end of the
table, and the eldest girl. I explained that I was doing
some research at the hospital that involved improving
the health of newborn twins, triplets and so on (OK, so
I lied a little) and that I had a lot of questions they
could answer. They would get a free physical, including
all kinds of blood tests, and medicine for their
children -- I could even pay them I said.
That got the fat bastard's attention. "How much money we
talkin' here Doc?" I told him, depending on the number
of family members involved and the amount of time it
took, it could be as much as 7 or 8 hundred dollars, and
that I'd need them at the hospital by 10AM the following
Monday.
"We'll be there Doc -- ya want ALL the young-uns there?"
I told him it would be helpful if everyone in the
immediate family were there. That seemed hard for him to
grasp at first. Then I explained what I really needed
was any sons and daughters, his wife, and any
grandchildren. He finally got it.
One of the twins at the end of the table started whining
all of a sudden. "Pa, mah TITS are leakin' again, and
they HURT!" I was really happy my kids were outside at
that point. The kid ripped open the top of her dress,
hauled one of her big tits out of her bra, and sprayed
milk all over the table. "You stop that Ellie - you
ain't in the barn ya know!!" the oldest girl shouted at
her.
The pregnant twin proceeded to pull her other big breast
out of the bra, and let it go too -- some of it hit the
oldest girl in the face.
"Pa, tell'er ta quit that" the oldest girl pleaded.
"Now Ellie, yer Ma told ya to feed them young-uns
o'yours 'fore we left the house -- now you just gonna
have to wait."
My mouth fell open as I heard this exchange, and I just
had to ask the oldest girl if what I'd heard was true.
Had I misunderstood, or did I just hear that her
daughter already had babies?
"Well, I guess you gonna find out soon anyhow -- my Pa
done knocked her up twice already 'fore he planted them
two that's swellin' her belly now. Her twin sister
Tessie too. Preacher says he done good by his family. Pa
done spread his seed real good mister. The same seed
that made me up inside my Ma, and made Ellie and Tessie
inside o'me has got them two all swole up with more
young-uns on the way."
"So you mean, he's THEIR father too? And they were
only..." the girl stopped me, and as she giggled a
little, said, "Pa likes ta start us young -- says it's
good for us. Ellie was the youngest though -- he had her
swellin' up by her eighth birthday. Tessie showed her
belly just a few days later - and they both been knocked
up ever since. I think it was cuz they growed 'em such a
big ole pair o' tits fer young-uns. Pa likes 'em big,
and they git bigger ever' time he plants another set o'
young-uns in their belly."
She wasn't kidding -- the tits on those twin girls were
huge, and so full of milk they looked like they could
explode.
I told the girl and her 'Pa' that we'd talk about all of
it more when they came to the hospital, and I thanked
them for participating in my study. I paid our check and
headed out the door. My mind was racing with all kinds
of explanations for the early sexual development of the
children I'd just seen, and all their pregnancies at
such an early age.
If their mother was right, the youngest girls had become
pregnant when they were only 7. And they already had
breasts -- big ones apparently. Some chemical agent was
responsible for it I thought, although I'd heard of
isolated cases of pregnancy in girls that young before -
- even younger. I had no reason to doubt the girl's
word.
Peggy wanted to go for a little ride before we headed
back to the hotel, so we went by the house they told me
about. There was a beautiful sunset silhouetting the
farm-house when we drove by. I could see us living there
among the gentle rolling hills of the valley surrounding
it. A big oak tree in the front yard would provide shade
for the next summer.
The line of pine trees flanking the north side of the
property would provide a nice wind break in the winter.
The paint wasn't in horrible shape despite the complaint
I'd heard from the peanut gallery. I told Peggy to find
out how soon we could move in and we headed for the
hotel. I would have a big day ahead, we told the kids,
and, "Mommy and Daddy had a lot to talk about."
Mommy and Daddy 'talked' until 2AM. It reminded me of
our discussion the night we created Julie and Jenny.
Peggy had misplaced her diaphragm, but since she was on
the pill, and it wasn't a fertile time of month for her,
she assured me everything would be "fine." We went at it
like teenagers as Peggy pushed an arsenal of new buttons
on me.
My wife brought up every detail of the girls we saw at
the restaurant that night -- how busty how young -- how
pretty -- how PREGNANT they were. She pushed her big
swollen tits together, bucking her hips back at me while
I fucked her like a madman. Then she pushed a few
buttons that surprised me - she'd been watching me
closer than I thought, and she used what she saw to
drive me wild.
I could hardly believe what came out of her mouth: "You
know what I think?" she asked as she groaned and jerked
under me, "I think my Billy got all horny looking at our
daughter's tits - that's what. I saw you looking at our
Meagan's little tummy too, you naughty boy. Did you
wonder what it would look like stretching her pants
tight with a baby? Is that what's got my baby all hard
and ready to burst? Is that it Billy? Is it little
Meagan with a big belly? Oh? FUCK me Billy fuck me
baby."
Peggy kept wriggling her hips faster and faster,
swirling her wet pussy around on my dick - fucking me
silly. "I think my baby's wondering how big his little
girls' bosoms are gonna get too. How are you gonna stand
it when our Meagan and Melissa start wobbling around the
house 'cause I can't find bras big enough for them? Huh
Billy? That day is coming Billy -- they're already big
and they're gonna get ENORMOUS. Are you ready baby?"
Peggy had become better than ever at getting to me --
right to the core of what made me so horny I could
scream. It was frightening how well she could read me.
She knew her teasing would drive me to the brink of
orgasm, then push me over the edge. It worked every time
- all FIVE times. I came and came and CAME in her. She
begged me to pull out the first time, but all too late.
After that I figured it was a moot point. I dumped more
cum in my wife that night than I had in the past 6
months. I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.
A DAY OF DISCOVERY
The next morning, remembering Peggy's comment about
paying more attention to our first born, I knocked on
their door to say goodbye before I left for the lab. "Ya
can't come in," Jenny yelled, "The little COWS are
massaging their udders with skin cream." I decided to
leave them alone and asked Peggy to have a 'heart to
heart' talk with them as soon as possible. I didn't know
what to say to them really, except that I loved them,
and that might not have been enough right then.
Fortunately, I was getting an early start. With 5 hours
sleep, a good breakfast and a hot shower, I was on my
way to the hospital by 8 AM. On the way there I
reflected on what Peggy teased me with to get me so hot
the night before -- she'd SEEN me ogling our daughter -
she knew what it had done to me - and she didn't care. I
believe she'd even picked up on Meagan flirting with me.
Did she think I wanted to do more than look, and would
she even care about THAT? She had used it successfully
to make me cum my brains out. And if I knew Peggy, she
would use it again.
It was all too strange and I would have to sort it out
later, but I began to wonder about what she'd said -- I
really DID think about how big my girls' breasts would
get. And worse -- I even wondered what Meagan's tummy
would look like a little more, well -- you know.
I forced myself to think about work then. The first
order of business would be to send the spring water out
for analysis. I stopped by Maggie's office to say hello
on the way in. She hadn't made it to work yet so I
proceeded to my work area to get started. The hospital
had equipped the lab completely -- including an adequate
supply of clean white lab rats, neatly organized by
reproductive development, size and sex.
I had the water sample hand delivered to the nearest
facility that could isolate the chemical elements -- it
had to be driven to Ashville, N.C. over 150 miles away.
The nurse that recommended the lab said their results
were reliable, but it could take up to 3 days to get a
complete report from them. In an effort to forge ahead,
I injected a few CCs of spring water into 2 of the
female rats marked 'adult' among the group of cages
lining the back wall of the lab. There were other
groupings marked 'pre-pubescent', 'possibly (or
recently) fertile' 'pubescent' and 'young adult'.
I thought I'd better test all the groups to have a valid
comparison, and hopefully observe some short-term
reaction to the chemical makeup of the water. I
proceeded to inject the same amount of water into 2
female rats from each of the other groups. It would only
be physical evidence, but that was all I had to work
with, and it may prove enough to draw some initial
conclusions. All I could do was wait then, so I
familiarized myself with the surroundings and got my
thoughts organized.
I went out to the van to get the box of personal items I
always kept at my desk -- photos of Peggy and the kids,
favorite paperweights and such. I saw a flyer on my
windshield -- it was an ad for the personal appearance
of that poster girl I saw at Dixon pharmacy. I started
reading the flyer, which included a more recent photo of
the girl than I'd seen on the poster. "September 15 is
here", it said.
"The day we've all been waiting for -- and the day every
Fertile Valley poster girl looks forward to. 12 year old
Emily Walton is due to deliver her triplets any day now.
In tribute to that blessed event, she will be available
to personally autograph a copy of her poster for you
today at Dixon Drugs from 11AM to 1PM." My hands were
shaking as I looked at the girl's photo on the flyer --
it was identified and dated: 'Emily Walton on Sept. 1st,
at 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant.' The kid's belly was
substantially larger than it was in the poster. I kept
reading:
"Fathers, you owe it to yourselves to witness, in
person, the promise of new life being fulfilled within
this growing child of God. You've seen the poster photo
taken one month ago, now see the miracle that has
blossomed forth since then, bringing this very pregnant
young girl to full term. Emily will truly inspire you to
do God's work in your own homes."
My dick was already hard just looking at her picture. I
wouldn't have trusted myself at my own home just then. I
thought about how fucking HUGE that girl would be in
person -- two weeks after that picture was taken. There
was more to the flyer:
Today is also the final day to register for next year's
poster girl photo sessions -- bring your girls to the
Unity Church Community Center, right off the town
square. Remember, as always we'll need a picture from
each month of their blessed development -- so mark your
calendar for your assigned photo appointments. Judging
for November's poster girl contest begins next week. All
entries will be reviewed today at the Community Center."
I knew that I'd have to see that girl for myself after
that 'come on' in the flyer. And I had to know what
those photo sessions were all about. Something sounded
fishy about the whole thing, and I was curious. On the
way back in, I figured Maggie must have made it in to
work, so I stopped by to thank her for the tour of the
town, and for her help in getting the lab set up. She
had made sure everything I'd asked for was there, and I
told her I was truly grateful. Maggie had a rosy-cheeked
'glow' about her, and I commented on how happy she
seemed.
"Little Luke came to see me this morning Bill, for the
first time in 3 weeks. I think he got excited by what he
saw, if you know what I mean." She smirked at me and
poked her tummy out as big as she could. "I believe you
two boys have the same taste in girls," she said
giggling.
Maggie reeked of cum and pussy juice, and her knees were
wobbling. She limped over to me, rested a hand gently on
my shoulder, and whispered in my ear: "The kid's gotten
bigger Bill - I don't know how -- but his prick was
simply gigantic today. MUCH bigger than it was -- and he
fucked me so hard I can barely stand up."
Maggie sat down behind her desk then and suggested that
her 'Little' Luke and the rest of the McCabe's might
make an interesting case study. "If you saw that 'boy',
you would know something wasn't normal Bill." I told her
about the other family I had coming in that Monday and
asked her to see if the McCabe's were interested, and
find out when they would be available. I had plenty
budgeted for that sort of case study, and the more data
I carefully gathered, the more valid and reliable the
results.
I was anxious to see what results, if any, my little
rats had for me. Maggie said her workload was small that
day and asked if she could join me in the lab for just a
little to see what I was up to. I could use an assistant
I thought, so I said, "sure, why not" and informed her
of what I'd done already on the way back. I opened the
cage with the adult females and examined one that I'd
tagged and injected.
Maggie grabbed a normal one for comparison and turned it
over. I heard a "WOW" from Maggie as her eyes darted
from one underbelly to the other. "It's not a very big
difference, but there it is... the pink nubs on your rat
are bigger," she said.
It was a noticeable difference, and it happened in less
than an hour. It would be interesting to see what
happened by the end of the day. We went to the opposite
end of the spectrum to the pre- pubescent group and
found no changes there. That didn't surprise me. The
next results did.
Maggie grabbed one of the rats I'd injected from the
'possibly fertile' group, and I grabbed a normal one.
She almost dropped hers when she looked down at it. "OH
MY GOD!! Come and LOOK at this Bill. I don't fucking
believe it. It can't be, but it's holy SHIT!!"
I threw my rat back in the cage and went over to where
Maggie was standing. Her young female rat had developed
6 marble-sized protrusions on its underbelly capped by
fat pink teats as big as the end of my finger.
I'd used rats for a dozen years in countless
experiments. Never in my experience had I seen anything
like this staggering amount of development. The chemical
responsible for that phenomenon was powerful and
expedient -- and I suspected it worked directly on the
pituitary gland. Nothing could have produced that degree
of change without impacting the pituitary in a BIG way.
Part of the rush I got from my work was uncovering
developments like this. My heart was racing. I was on to
something now, and I couldn't wait to check the other
groups. We had two groups left. When we looked at the
pubescent samples, I'd expected to see even more
astounding results, but they were less dramatic.
They exhibited more of a change than the adult rats had,
but less than the 'possibly fertile' group. It was the
same story with the young adult group. Aside from the
youngest, they had all shown evidence of growth at
varying degrees. My conclusion at that point was that
somehow the drug acting on the pituitary had a more
profound effect at a certain developmental stage. That
stage, according to this evidence, was right at - or
just prior to - the onset of puberty.
I thought about my little girls for a minute, and about
Peggy. It hit me squarely between the eyes then, the
pattern of their development matched what I'd seen at
the lab that day. Meagan and Melissa had just started
having periods when they began to guzzle the water. The
results were impossible to ignore. Dee and Deb had shown
a more modest amount of growth, though it had been
amazing in its own right.
As for Peggy, there was still some mystery there, though
her weight may have held the answer. When she gained
weight, much of it went straight to her chest. She had
been eating a lot lately, and knowing what I do, I NEVER
discouraged her from that. Maybe the combination of that
and the water made her so large all of a sudden. My
thoughts turned back to the children.
I became even more concerned about my reaction to one of
my daughters - and her flirtatious behavior toward me.
Try as I might, I was not able to get her out of my
mind. It had become difficult for me to focus for very
long on anything else, and I didn't know what to do
about it. I was fixated on the image of my daughter
Meagan and her big chest. I could see her smirking,
looking at me with her pretty blue eyes while she pushed
her big tits together. I could hear her asking me: "See
how big I am Daddy?"
Peggy complicated matters by getting me so hot over my
own child. I knew it was wrong to feel the way I did,
and I fought it. At the same time I felt helpless. I
couldn't help thinking about that image Peggy had used
on me -- I pictured Meagan's tummy pushing out the front
of a tight pair of jeans. Gently at first, then the
button wouldn't close.
She'd have to move the zipper down a notch soon as her
bras became oh- so-tight from the strain of her swelling
breasts. She looks up at me again and says: "See daddy,
I'm HUGE for you."
Maggie had me by the shoulders, shaking me. I'd gone off
the deep end. "Bill, are you OK? I thought we'd lost
you." I came back to the world of the living and
realized it was time to head downtown for the poster
signing and to see what all this photo session business
was about. Emily Walton would be worth the trip. I could
feel it.
CHAPTER 8
"Oh my, it looks like Little Luke isn't the only one
who's grown. My God Bill -- you're big as a horse! What
on earth were you thinking about when you went to la-la
land?" Maggie had managed to bring me out of the fantasy
I was having over my daughter. She was staring at my
crotch with her mouth open just gaping at me. I had to
gasp myself when I looked down and saw it.
"DAMN Bill -- I knew you were hung -- but I had no idea
you were THAT big." Maggie was pointing at the bulge
running down my pants leg. She'd broken a sweat and
couldn't seem to take her eyes off my prick. I told her
she was right - I wasn't that big before... that
something had happened to me.
It turned me on to see Maggie standing there gawking at
the thing. It was so heavy, I felt like I had a slab of
meat hanging from my crotch. The worst part was that I'd
lost all control of it. I felt a strange sense of
euphoria all of a sudden, and the fucking thing got
bigger. My nuts had swollen to the size of baseballs and
I felt like I would explode out of my pants.
I fought the urge to jump on Maggie and stuff every inch
of it up her pussy but that didn't keep my prick from
getting bigger and bigger. I couldn't believe what was
happening and I continued to lose control of the
situation.
"Oh my goodness Bill, look at it, Jesus! You're, you're
so fucking HUGE! And it's still growing. MY GOD! It's
even BIGGER now! It's that WATER you drank!! In the
drugstore -- you -- you guzzled that shit."
Maggie was right. I'd put away a couple of liters of it
in the store - then the old man gave me a couple to take
with us. I drank every drop of it, and even had some at
the hotel before I discovered -- well, you know.
Maggie locked the door to the lab and dropped to her
knees in front of me. "Oh Bill -- you just don't know
how fucking HORNY you're making me. Dear GOD just LOOK
at the damn thing." Maggie had unzipped me and tried to
haul my prick out, but it was too stiff by then. It was
stuck in the left leg of my pants, so she yanked them
and my underwear down around my knees. My prick sprang
out and slapped her across the cheek.
Maggie was dripping sweat then, her wet hair plastered
to her face. She looked up at me and grabbed my big
schlong with both hands. She pumped it slowly, near the
head, then further and further down until she was
stroking up and down the entire length of my shaft. She
spoke softly, slowly - almost whispering:
"I've never seen one like this Billy. You're bigger, so
much bigger than that little boy. You're bigger than any
man I've had, you know that mister? You have the cock of
a horse Bill and I want you. I want your big horse cock
inside me, fucking my wet pregnant pussy. I've just been
fucked and I'm dripping wet Billy, and I'm gonna fuck
you till you splatter my insides with cum. Then I want
you to cover my tits with it. Right now, I wanna make
you even BIGGER."
Maggie rubbed the fat head of my bloated cock all over
her face, as she yanked furiously on the shaft of it. I
saw a spurt of pre-cum hit her upper lip. Her mouth
began to bob up and down on the head of it. She looked
so pretty down there sucking my grossly swollen cock. It
bulged her cheek out obscenely every time I thrust my
hips forward.
She grabbed my butt cheeks and started jerking me
forward herself, and I had her head in my hands, jamming
it down on the head of my prick -- jerking off with her
pretty mouth. I was barely able to get the head of it in
her mouth then -- she'd made my prick swell so much
larger -- her lips were stretched so tight around it I
thought I'd split them open at the corners. She looked
up at me again, quite pleased with her accomplishment.
"Oh goodness -- Maggie DID make it bigger. You're too
big for my mouth now sweetie. Does Billy wanna FUCK
Maggie with his big horse cock now? Huh? Is that what
Billy wants?"
I told Maggie we shouldn't -- we couldn't. It wouldn't
be right, but still my prick continued to swell. Maggie
was grinning and looking at my dick.
"Bill I know what your mind is telling you, but your big
prick wants something else. It wants my hot pregnant
pussy wrapped around it, and Maggie's gonna give this
big boy what he wants."
It was hopeless, I was too far gone to turn back then. I
picked Maggie up off her knees and carried her over to
an examination table. I sat her down on the edge, and
she unbuttoned her uniform.
What I saw before me was a freshly-fucked, dripping wet,
knocked-up little slut who needed it bad. Her pantyhose
was soaked through with cum and pussy juice - from the
fucking she'd just gotten from the boy, and all the
excitement over my huge new dick.
Maggie had made me hornier than I'd ever been in my
life. I yanked her hose off her and threw them in the
corner. A puddle of cum belched out of her pussy all
over the table as she moaned: "Oh God, look at all of
it, Bill. I was already full of cum, and now you're just
gonna have me SWIMMING in it. I'm ready for a REAL fuck
now."
She looked so nasty sitting there in a pool of that
kid's cum. I slipped my prick into her slowly, she
gasped as more and more of it went in. I couldn't stand
it any longer. I jammed it in her then. She put her arms
around my neck and hung on for dear life. I'd forgotten
how hot a pregnant woman's pussy was, or how wet. Maggie
gave out a little yelp as the length of my big dick
found its way inside her.
"God, I feel like I have a mule inside me, oh Billy
you're so fucking BIG."
She was swirling her hips around under me then jerking
my prick off with her scalding hot pregnant pussy, her
butt slipping and sliding in the pool of cum that had
poured out of her. I knew I wouldn't last long at that
rate, and I didn't.
"Dear GOD, you're gonna split me in two, you're getting
BIGGER!! Oh! Oh Billy, it feels like you're gonna CUM!
Oh FUCK me, fuck your cum in me." Maggie was jerking
even faster under me.
I could feel my balls swell up some more - the thought
of how much was inside them, and the damage it could do,
had me spewing in Maggie before I knew what hit me. She
was not prepared for what hit HER. She gasped, then
started jerking her pussy faster on me.
"Bill, you're cumming, you're CUMMING in Maggie. DAMN
you've got a load in you mister, I think it hit my
throat! Oh it feels so good inside me. Pull it out and
cum on my TITS Billy. Cover me Billy, I want you to come
all over Maggie's pretty face, all over my knocked up
tummy. I want it in my hair Billy, I want it on my arms,
I want your cum splattered all over my thighs Billy.
Billy, I want you to CUM ALL OVER MAGGIE."
I didn't need a second invitation. I gave Maggie what
she wanted, and then some. Whatever was responsible for
my abnormal development had also put enough cum in my
swollen balls to impregnate half the county. I pulled it
out and let fly with a glob aimed at Maggie's face. I
saw the look of shock on her face when it hit her - that
look women always get when you cum on them. The glob of
cum hit her squarely on the cheek, bouncing off into her
hair.
She grabbed my prick then and jammed it between her tits
- I blasted another load up under her chin that dribbled
down to cover her big chest. I stepped back a little and
aimed one at her belly, then her legs. I think I even
got some on her feet. Maggie looked like she'd been
through a gangbang.
She was COVERED in cum, and sitting in another big pool
of it that had oozed out of her pussy. "I guess you
think I'm a pretty nasty slut, huh Billy?" She smiled at
me through the veil of cum I'd just plastered her face
with. Then she slowly rubbed some cum into her big tits.
"I like to fuck Billy, what can I say? And I like to
fuck men with great BIG dicks. You mister, have a great
big HUGE fucking horse dick on you, and I plan on having
it inside me every chance I get, you hear me? You won't
be able to help yourself Billy. I'm pregnant Billy and I
know what that does to you. I'm so VERY pregnant, and
I'm going to get bigger. Week after week, Maggie's belly
is gonna grow Billy. I'm going to get HUGE and the
bigger I get, the harder I'll make that prick of yours.
You're mine mister -- your wife will just have to
share."
Maggie had won. I had been a sitting duck, and she knew
it. It was time to get on with the work at hand though.
I couldn't completely fuck the whole day off. I had to
find out what had caused me to grow so large. I told her
we'd better try injecting some of the male rats with the
spring water for a comparative analysis. Maggie had a
fresh uniform in her office, and there was a shower in
the lab.
I sneaked down the hall to her office and got back with
the clothes. When she got out of the shower, we
proceeded to inject every age group of males with the
same amount of spring water. I said I would check them
all after I returned from Dixon Drugs and the church's
community center. Maggie knew about the monthly
selection of the Fertile Valley poster girl she said, as
well as the process that went into it. "You've been
holding out on me," I told her. "Well, you never asked,
but now that you seem so interested, I guess I'll tell
you" Maggie countered.
"It's pretty involved really -- kind'a like a beauty
pageant, except without the big ceremony. It's all
sponsored by the church, but I guess you knew that. The
girls have to be pregnant of course. The more knocked-up
they are the better, like in, how many babies they're
carrying, how far along they are and how big they get
with the babies. Also, how young they are, and how um,
how busty they are. All those things are considered
before they make the decision and they change the panel
of judges every 3 months. The type of girls who win sort
of goes with that group's tastes. The last group of
judges liked 'em big - and I mean B-I-G -- But I guess
you noticed that." She giggled, and raised an eyebrow at
me.
I told Maggie that would be hard to miss, but I still
wondered why they needed pictures of all those girls
from every month of their pregnancy. She only speculated
that maybe they wanted to see how fast each one
developed, and predict the winner early. "Who knows --
they're probably just a bunch of horny old men looking
for a thrill." That sounded like the best explanation,
but I wanted to find out for myself how it all worked.
How many contestants were there each month? Were there
different categories for girls in the same age group?
Was there a financial incentive? Other prizes? Maggie
only knew a little about those issues. I was most
curious about the pictures. What happened to them after
the judging was over? It just struck me as odd these
girls had to get photographed month after month as their
young bellies swelled. It was obvious they wanted them
for the posters and billboards near the end of the last
trimester -- when they were HUGE.
Maggie cornered me as I was about to leave for town. "I
bet I know why you're in such a hurry to get downtown -
I know you -- it's that pregnant little 7th grade slut
signing posters today, huh? - That little knocked-up
trailer trash with the big tits. Well, you just go on
down there then - see if I care." She was jealous, and I
thought I'd better de-fuse the situation.
I told her she was welcome to come with me - that all I
wanted to do was try and gather some information that
would help me solve some of the problems around there.
She smirked at me and made a comment much like Peggy
would have.
"OK, if you say so, but I wasn't born yesterday ya
know."
I just smiled and asked her if she could spare the time
to go, I thought she could help by asking questions at
the community center while I spent some time studying
Emily Walton - for research purposes of course.
I wanted to experience, as the flyer said, "the miracle
blossoming forth within the child." I was getting a
hard-on again just thinking about her, but I was still
in the real world and told Maggie we'd better head out.
I still had some results to check later, and a report to
write. The town square was buzzing with activity. Cars
were double parked, pulled up on the sidewalks and
blocking driveways -- it was a mess.
There was a line of people half a block long in front of
Dixon's drugstore -- men with little girls in tow. These
were young girls -- 7, maybe 8 years old and showing no
evidence of premature puberty or pregnancy. Not that I
could tell anyway. Wow, I thought, it was refreshing to
see normal kids out with their fathers for a change.
If I didn't know better, they could have been holding
their daddy's hand waiting to buy beanie babies. But I
did know better -- I knew why their fathers were there.
I couldn't really figure out what the kids were doing
there though. Maggie didn't know either, but volunteered
to find out what she could at the community center.
I played dumb and asked a young woman on the street what
everybody was waiting for at the drugstore. She could
tell I wasn't a local, so she offered lots of
information:
"Oh, that's yer traditional father-daughter autograph
day. Ya see, we got this one young-un ever month who's
been elected Fertile Valley poster girl. She's supposed
to be a example for all the girls in the valley to do
the Lord's work by bringin' new life into the world.
When her belly gits all big an' swole up with young-uns,
they put her picture up all over the valley to remind
the girls what they oughtta be doin'.
"Preacher says she's a inspiration to the men folk too -
- they sure seem to like 'er. I know Pa wants to stick
his big ole thang up in me ever time he sees one o' them
young-uns." From the looks of her, 'Pa' had stuck his
'thang' in the young woman quite a few months ago. She
continued dishing out information as she watched me ogle
her huge belly: "She signs copies of her picture for the
men folk, and she talks to the girls that are fixin' ta
be women folk. You know? Then they's ready ta start
their monthlies. She tells 'em how important it is to be
good to their daddies and brothers and uncles and
grampas. Then they join the rest of the family at the
community center.
"They's always some little young-un in the family that's
got herself knocked-up, and wantin' to be a poster girl,
so they's over there registerin' with their Mamas right
now. Then they git their pictures took."
The woman rambled on, as I stood there speechless: "They
got what they call 'conjugal' rooms over there in the
church community center in case the men folk git too
'inspired' by the poster girl or one o' their own. They
can take their young-uns in there an' do the Lord's work
right in His own house. They's all full ever month for
hours on end -- all 15 rooms.
"They's a lotta young-uns been knocked up right in them
very rooms. Sometimes me an' Pa been in there when I git
all swole up an' horny. I seen it happen right in the
middle of church service even, specially when they's a
girl big as Emily in the family -- men folk 'round
here's got a thang for young-uns with a belly big as
hers. Sometimes they cain't help themselves."
I fit in better than I'd realized, I thought. I thanked
the woman for telling me about the town's traditions,
and told her I wanted to meet this young woman who'd
inspired so many. She gave me a knowing smile and headed
toward the community center. I hoped Maggie had gathered
some information of her own by then.
As I got closer to the drugstore, I saw one little girl
after another walk out carrying a big jug of spring
water and a medicine bottle. The men were all drooling
over their pictures of Emily. I had no intention of
waiting in line --
I didn't want an autograph, just a glimpse of the huge
pregnant girl that had stared at me from the poster.
She'd looked so enormous then, and that poster photo had
been taken over a month earlier. I wanted to see how
much bigger those tits of hers had swollen - and how
much further those babies had pushed that big belly out
in front of her. I wanted to see every knocked-up inch
of her, in person. The flyer had teased me unmercifully
-- it made her sound like a goddess.
I hoped I could persuade Mr. Dixon to let me hang out
near the table where she was signing pictures, so I
could hear what she said to the little girls and their
fathers. I was sure I'd get an eyeful in the process. I
made my way in the front door and saw Dixon standing off
to the side, talking with a young couple.
There were a dozen children ranging in age from 3 -13
huddled around them. Dixon noticed me and waved me over
there. He introduced the young couple as Emily's
parents, Jed and Ellie Walton, the children were all
Emily's brothers and sisters. The attractive pair looked
little older than teenagers, and they bore a striking
resemblance to one another.
"It's a real proud day for our whole family," the young
man said. He was grinning from ear to ear. "I'd of never
thought our first borned would end up a poster girl like
this. Me n' Ellie here was Ma and Pa's first borned.
They was so proud when they found out I'd done knocked-
up my own twin sister -- an' when their little
granddaughter ended up a poster girl, I thought they was
gunna bust." I told the proud father that he and his
sister seemed so young to already have a 12-year-old.
"We wudn't but 10 when I knocked'er up," he said "but we
was big fer our age, huh darlin'? Hell, Ellie'd done
already had her a young-un by the time I got to 'er. Pa
saw to that. She growed up quick."
I said I could certainly see where Emily got her good
looks, as I glanced at the young woman next to him.
Ellie blushed a little and looked down at her huge
chest. She was visibly pregnant - again.
"All us Walton girls is blessed, but Pa said when the
Lord was passin' out big knockers, I musta stood in line
twice. He could'n keep his hands off'n me when they
started to grow, an' they kep' on a'growin till I was
big as a cow. I busted outta 3 of my sisters big ole
brassieres fore I was 9 and Pa had me swole up with
Jimmy Ray here fore long."
The oldest boy was standing next to her now, and put his
arm around her shoulder. As casual as a kiss on the
cheek, he moved his hand off her shoulder and began to
fondle his mother's enormous tits. He took the other
hand and began to stroke her pregnant belly. She slapped
his hands playfully. The boy had become quite obviously
aroused at that point. Ellie giggled then, and tried to
push the boy away.
"You actin' just like yer Pa Jimmy Ray," she said.
"Ain't you done enough to yer poor mama already?"
Ellie stood there rubbing on her big belly and smiled at
me. Her brother told her "You better git that young- un
over to the conjugal rooms fore he makes a mess Ellie --
looks to me like he's gunna bust outta them britches.
Take the little young-uns with ya and we'll meet ya'll
over there to git the twins' picture took." Ellie's
oldest boy limped behind his pregnant mother and several
small children as I watched them make their way across
the street.
An adorable set of twins that Jed introduced as Betty
and Bobbie Sue stood on either side of their daddy. Like
their mother, and sister Emily, these little Walton
girls were 'blessed' -- rather abundantly I might add.
They couldn't have been a day over 9. And like every
other girl over the age of 9 it seemed, their pants were
stretched tight with the telltale bulge of a pregnant
tummy. In Walton family tradition, these girls had grown
a pair of tits the size of their heads, then proceeded
to get knocked up - all before they got out of grade
school.
I walked away from the group then, completely
dumbfounded. This was 'incest to the 3rd power' I
thought. It seemed too outrageous to even comprehend.
Twins having children together? - 13 of them? The son of
a father-daughter union - knocking up his own mother?
These people were like animals -- and I mean LOWER forms
of animal life -- they were fucking anything in sight.
It made no difference to them how closely related they
were. The sexual energy around me was overwhelming --
especially there in the store that day. It was
intoxicating. After that shock, I was ready for anything
I figured. So old man Dixon and me made our way behind
the table to where our young celebrity was seated.
I was definitely NOT ready for the sight of 12-year-old
Emily Walton in full bloom. The first time I'd seen her
picture - the one on the poster - I thought she was the
biggest pregnant girl I'd ever seen in my life. The
child I saw in the store that day looked more like a
science experiment. Her tits had grown BIGGER than her
head -- they bulged out a foot in front of her chest,
and her chair was pushed back a good THREE FEET from the
table to accommodate her enormous belly.
That is one thoroughly knocked-up little bitch, I
thought to myself. I'd heard about extreme growth spurts
near the end of pregnancy, but this was beyond extreme.
The kid looked like she'd been pregnant for a year. She
had the same dress on that she wore in the poster shot -
- the one held together with diaper pins. She had
swollen to the point they had to hook two pins together
to keep the front of her dress around her bust. Her
belly pushed right out the front of it - she may as well
have been naked.
Emily looked simply obscene with her body bulging out of
the threadbare little dress in every direction. It had
the desired effect on her male visitors, myself
included. The men standing in line looked like they
would cum in their pants looking at this young fertility
goddess.
I hung on every word as she spoke with the little girls
visiting at the table. "I was little, just like you
once" she told a cute 7-year-old as she grabbed a copy
of her photo to sign. "And then I started to grow -- you
know -- up here." She cupped her huge breasts for the
child and the kid's eyes got wide. "You gonna grow soon
too if ya do what I tell ya OK?"
The child shook her head in unconditional obedience.
"Now you drink 3 glasses of this water ever day ya hear?
They's plenty at the church when ya run out. And then
when ya start yer monthlies -- you be sure and ask yer
ma about that -- then ya start takin' 2 o' these
vitamins a day and you'll git big like Emily. Would ya
like that? Ya want yerself a pair o' big ole titties
like I got?"
Another nod of agreement came from the child.
"Well, you just drink that water first, then ask yer ma
ta tell ya when yer monthlies start, then you take the
vitamins. Now here's the important part: Yer Pa is gonna
start to git real excited when you git all big and swole
up with tits like I got. He's gonna want ya to play with
him. You do what he says ya hear? It's what the Lord
wants -- he wants little girls ta listen to their
daddies. Yer daddy's excited right now lookin' at
Emily."
The child's father was about to lose it any second, I
could tell. So could Emily. He had that screwed up look
of pain on his face. She looked him in the eye and
smirked. "You'd like that, huh mister? You wanna see
this young-un all swole up? Big as Emily? She will be if
she does what I tell'er ya know. She'll be huge."
The man started cumming in his pants then, as he drooled
over Emily's enormous pregnant body. The man soaked the
entire front of his trousers as Emily and the little
girl giggled. "That means yer daddy likes me," she said.
As I listened to Emily describe what would happen to the
little girl, and the sequence of events that made it
work, something clicked.
Someone had developed out a formula here -- a
combination of timing and dosage that could trigger
premature puberty, staggering growth, increased
fertility - who knows WHAT else. This was a major
breakthrough for me. The first thing I would do is to
have the contents of those "vitamins" analyzed.
I asked Dixon if he had a bottle he could spare. He took
one off the table in front of Emily and handed it to me.
When I opened it and examined one of the pills, the
color drained from my face. Dixon knew why, and I saw a
faint smile cross his face. The pills were the same size
and had the same markings as the 'analgesic' I'd given
Peggy for her headache -- a big capital A. My mind was
reeling with the implications of all this.
I didn't know what to do right away, so I just went
outside. I had to get away from the distraction in that
store -- it had put me in a trance. I kept wondering if
there was some mind altering substance involved in this
whole scheme too - I'd felt that same sense of euphoria
in the store that I'd felt when Maggie got her way with
me in the lab.
All of a sudden something else hit me - I realized that
Peggy taking those pills wasn't the worse thing that
could have happened. I remembered my daughters
complaining that their breasts hurt them. I knew then
how it felt to grow so fast -- it WAS painful. I
shuddered when I thought about what Peggy might have
given them to ease that pain -- those pills were all she
had at the hotel. I had to find out if they'd taken any
of them already, and stop them if I could. With my head
clearer, I went back inside to use the phone.
The desk clerk at the hotel, a nice young man who'd been
friendly and helpful to us, said Peggy had gone to town
to get the girls some new clothes. "Sir, I don't know
how to tell you this, but -- hell, I guess you'll see
for yourself." I think I knew what I'd see for myself,
and I ran out the door to find my wife and kids. I
figured I could catch up with Maggie at the community
center after I'd found Peggy. I suspected Peggy had gone
after some new bras to help contain my daughters'
swelling breasts.
From the sound of that desk clerk's voice, there was a
reason my girls needed new clothes. I found Peggy just
where I thought she'd be -- at the little maternity shop
on the square. The girls were in the back getting fitted
for bigger bras Peggy said, and told me I should
probably not stick around. She didn't want me to see
them until they were 'properly' clothed as she put it,
and she'd had a chance to talk to me. "Bill, I think
you'd faint if you saw them now," she said.
My big concern at that point was to find out if she'd
taken any more of that 'analgesic' and God forbid, if
the kids had gotten any of it. I asked Peggy what she'd
done with that medicine bottle -- I told her we had to
destroy the contents, at least until I could determine
what the chemical composition was. Then I told her why -
- my suspicions, the possible results from ingesting
them.
"Oops," is all I heard. I hated it when she said that -
it ALWAYS meant trouble. Peggy didn't have the bottle.
The girls had been complaining about their boobs being
sore and hurting so bad she said, "And Bill honey,
there's a very good reason they're so sore, and hurting
so badly." I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the
back of the store only to see Deb and Meagan throw a
pill into their mouths and wash it down with a glass of
water the shopkeeper handed them. The woman looked at me
and cracked a faint smile -- the same kind of smile I'd
just gotten from Dixon.
CHAPTER 9
I felt helpless as I stood there and watched two of my
daughters swallow the last of those pills I'd given
Peggy - the same pills that huge pregnant 12 year old
was passing out as 'vitamins'. All I could think about
was what they'd done to HER. Of course I wasn't sure
what the contents were yet, but I should have been more
careful and less trusting. Hell, I didn't know that
druggist at all - he could have given me hard narcotics.
The possibility that my daughters were pumped full of
fertility drugs, and God knows what else, had me worried
sick. The shop owner knew something, I thought. She had
a little smirk on her face that told me she knew plenty.
She stood there watching Meagan gulp the glass of water
down and offered her some more out of the gallon jug she
held. I told the woman that would be quite enough, and
to please get my daughters fitted.
"But DAD, I'm thirsty and it tastes so good" Meagan
objected.
I insisted they finish getting their new bras and run
along. They had plenty to do that day. "And no more
water," I said.
The last thing Meagan needed was another glass of that
water. When she'd turned around to face me and offer her
little protest, I almost fainted - just like Peggy said
I would. The child had grown bigger...again. MAN had she
grown bigger. My little girl had tits the size of
grapefruit. She wasn't the only one who'd grown either.
Dee and Deb were about to pop the buttons off their
blouses.
I was thoroughly confused then, just as I thought I had
it figured out. Something else had kicked in to cause my
middle twins to swell as rapidly as the youngest. My
theories were all bullshit, I thought. Along with the
test results I'd gotten from the rats at the lab. The
introduction of the 'analgesic' pills would compound the
confusion - I just knew it.
Peggy had caught up with me at the back of the store,
and I asked her how many of those pills the girls had
taken. There had been 30 in the bottle she said. Peggy
had taken a total of 5 of them to get rid of her
headache. She did the math on the rest: Meagan had
complained the most about the pain and soreness in her
breasts - one look at her confirmed why.
Peggy remembered giving her 9 of them, including the one
she just swallowed. She gave Dee 8 of them in all - she
had complained almost as much as Meagan had - and the
remainder was split between Deb and Melissa.
Depending on what was in those pills, we'd have to keep
a VERY close eye on Dee and Meagan in particular. The
shop owner approached us after a few minutes with the
verdict on our daughters' chest measurements. "God has
truly blessed your children - why, it's almost a
miracle," she said.
"Your little Meagan especially, has been endowed with
abundance - praise the Lord."
I asked the woman how much abundance we were talking
about.
"I do believe she will fill out the largest Double D-cup
bra in our growing girl's collection. Now mind you -
it's not as big as a grown up's DD- cup, but the child
is quite a bit larger than she was. Her twin sister is a
D-cup and their older sisters are C-cups at the moment.
They've also increased in inch measurements - all of
them except Meagan have gained 2 inches around the bust.
Meagan has added a full 4 inches to her bust."
The blood was draining from my face as the woman
continued to report on my children's growth: "I measured
their hips this time since I noticed how wide they'd
become, but I don't have any older measurements to
compare them to. I do believe sir that the Lord has
something special planned for your children."
Breeding hips, I thought. My sweet little girls had
developed breeding hips. The blood that drained from my
face had flooded into my dick when I spotted a kid
Meagan's age in the corner of the store. She was
browsing through a rack of maternity dresses.
The child even LOOKED like my Meagan, with one big
difference. It was spooky - I needed no imagination at
all then to see what my busty young daughter would look
like with babies in her belly. I had already fantasized
about it, and there she was right in front of me -
filling out my fantasy in all her swollen glory.
It was too much to bear. I felt my prick pushing against
the fabric of my pants leg. It was throbbing and
swelling as I gawked at the pregnant little girl. She
could have passed for Meagan's twin at a distance,
except for the belly sticking out two feet in front of
her.
The child was so young, maybe younger than my Meagan.
And she was so very pregnant it was hard to believe.
Peggy noticed the bulge in my pants leg and gasped - she
pulled me aside and told me I'd better get out of there
before the children saw me. We made it out to the
sidewalk in front of the store.
"Billy, my God what has happened to you honey? I've
never seen you so... so..." Peggy was trembling as she
stared at my swelling cock.
I stopped her in mid-sentence: "Baby, believe me...I
know. I'm huge, and I think it has something to do with
the water. I have an experiment going on at the lab, and
I'll tell you all about it later. Maybe I'll get some
results that will tell me more. For now - NO MORE WATER
for you or the girls - let them drink milk or something
- anything but that spring water. I'll pick up some
prescription pain medication at the hospital to bring
home tonight. And stay away from that drugstore! I don't
trust a thing that comes out of that place."
I doubt Peggy had heard a word I'd said. Her eyes never
left my crotch. She was still trembling - weak kneed -
and her face was flushed. My wife was HOT. "Billy you
know how much of a weakness I have
for...great...big...and you're the biggest thing I've
ever...good GOD...I've NEVER seen a dick that huge in my
whole fucking life Billy. It's making me horny baby. I
don't know what I'm going to do with myself. When will
you be home?"
I helped Peggy sit down on a bench in front of the
store, and sat next to her. I told her I'd join them
back at the hotel as soon as I had time to ask some
questions at the community center, and check on my
experiment at the lab.
My erection had subsided a bit as I thought about work,
and the results I'd gather at the lab. Peggy got me hard
all over again when she whispered in my ear: "You better
hurry mister... I'm going to fuck you like you've never
been fucked in your life. I don't know what I'll do if
you don't hurry honey."
I promised my pretty wife I'd be there as soon as I
could and I left her to gather the kids and be on her
way. They were meeting the realtor at the new house to
see when we could have our furniture delivered, and
Peggy was going to sign the lease.
It would be great to have a house to come home to - I
was glad we wouldn't have to live in a hotel for very
long. The girls needed their space, now more than ever.
A big house would allow me to keep my distance too, and
that was important. Especially the way my feelings were
developing toward Meagan. I was frightened by those
feelings, and felt powerless to control them all of a
sudden.
Every time I thought about my pretty young daughter and
her big swollen breasts, I'd get an instant erection.
After seeing that kid in the store - seeing what Meagan
would look like all knocked up - I couldn't even think
straight. She would be so beautiful I thought - so sexy
with a big pregnant belly bulging out the front of her
dress.
It was as though something was breaking down my
resistance to temptation. At the same time, there was
more temptation around me than I'd ever had in my life.
And more of it kept coming from every direction.
When I made it inside the community center, I almost
went into cardiac arrest. Everywhere I looked there were
pregnant little girls - hundreds of them - some standing
in line with their mothers to get pictures taken -
others standing in line with their fathers or brothers
to use one of the 'conjugal' rooms. I guess the men
couldn't wait till they got home. After seeing Emily's
bulging pregnant body at the drug store, and all the
other girls so big with babies and swollen tits, I
appreciated their predicament.
There were knocked-up children of every size and shape
all around me - ranging in age from 8 to 12 for the most
part. It looked like an epidemic had hit that age group
- but they weren't alone by any means. I spotted about a
dozen pregnant teenagers, each with a couple of very
young, VERY pregnant children in tow. There were girls
at every stage of pregnancy too - from one kid with
slightly tight pants - to another with a belly big
enough to have a calf inside her.
I began to think that the younger these girls were
giving birth, the younger their offspring were able to
conceive. There also seemed to be a lot of multiples
resulting from those young pregnancies. Among the
children of the teenage mothers I saw, several were
carrying more than a couple of babies in their bellies.
That would prove to be a complicated phenomenon to sort
out.
The community center was set up like a gymnasium - with
bleachers pulled out of the side walls. A big stage was
at one end, in front of me. That's where the pictures
were taken. There were 4 screened off areas - 'studios'
where the different photographers were set up - two on
either side of the stage. The conjugal rooms were on the
end of the building I'd just entered - opposite the
stage wall. There were 16 rooms in all.
There was quite a line in front of each door - so long
some of the people waiting were sitting in the
bleachers. I could hear some of the activity through the
cinder block walls as I came in. Banging noises - from
the girls' heads pounding against the headboards I
figured - and loud moans. The girls and their fathers
listened intently as they waited their turns.
I sat down on the bleachers at the end of one of the
lines and watched a little girl rub her father's prick
through his jeans. The man was a hulk - the child's
shoulder barely came up to his crotch, and she'd reached
around from behind and slipped her arm around his leg.
She gently stroked the inside of his left leg then until
a long fat bulge appeared, tenting out the fabric of his
jeans.
The man's prick continued to swell under the girl's
manipulation. She looked up at him and smiled then,
proud that she had the power to make her father's dick
stretch the leg of his jeans so tight. She did the same
to mine as I watched the child stroke his prick with one
hand and her big belly with the other. She was simply
gigantic - as large as Emily. The man had knocked her up
with God knows how many babies, and she couldn't have
been a day over 10.
I thought about what my own 10-year-old Dee would look
like with a belly that big, and I almost came in my
pants. Dee had taken 8 of those 'vitamins' Emily was
passing out at the store. The same pills this kid
probably took before her father fucked her silly and
pumped her full of sperm. She looked like such a little
slut too, the way she was rubbing the man's prick. She
started teasing him verbally:
"Ya like it, huh Pa? Ya like it when I play with yer big
ole thang? It's gettin really big now Pa!" The head of
the man's prick was close to his knee then, and she
started giggling. "Ya like me all swole up don't ya Pa?
I done good this time huh? You made me so big with
young- uns I cain't hardly stand up no more."
The girl wasn't kidding. It would have been tough for
her to stand without her father's leg to hang on to. She
kept rubbing the man's dick, faster and faster until he
looked like he was about to cum. She looked up at him
again and just grinned.
"Pa, I'm gunna make you mess yer pants OK? I want you to
cum Pa. Look how big my belly is Pa - that always makes
ya cum. Then we can take a long time at home - an' fuck
real good OK? I'm horny, Pa - you know how I git when
I'm this big with young-uns and my tits are all swole
up. I want ya to be ready to fuck me all night till I
ain't horny no more."
The kid kept up her taunting, jerking on the man's dick
through his jeans so hard and fast, he looked to be in
pain at one point. She stuck her belly out as far as she
could, and said: "Look what you done to me Pa." Then he
lost it - he soaked the bottom half of his pants leg
with semen while the little girl giggled with delight.
The kid was very proud of her accomplishment.
"I knew that would do it to ya Pa! When my belly gits
this big, it's easy to make ya cum huh?"
The man just smiled down at his pregnant daughter and
put his arm around her shoulder. Neither of them
acknowledged my presence, or seemed concerned that 10
other people were watching them.
My dick was about to break through my pants at that
point, but even worse, my balls had started to swell.
I'd become very uncomfortable and I knew I'd have to
find a bathroom to relieve the pressure soon. I was not
accustomed to having my balls fill to bursting so
quickly.
I'd just dumped a big load inside Maggie, and splattered
what was left on her tits, no longer than a couple of
hours ago. It seemed unreal, but I had to deal with it -
I couldn't 'mess my pants' as the little girl had made
her daddy do. I limped back toward the entrance to the
building. I saw the restroom signs - the men's was to
the left, down a long corridor that ran behind 8 of the
16 conjugal rooms. I made my way down the long hall and
inside.
The bathroom sounded like the peepshow stalls at a porno
house. There were moans and grunts and horny utterance
from at least 8 people fucking in there. It sounded more
like 20. The place reeked of sex, and there were ropes
of dried cum caked on the stalls and mirrors. One pair
hadn't even bothered to close the door to their stall.
A huge man was sitting on the toilet, his little girl
impaled on his prick. She was facing away from him,
toward the stall door. His massive hands held her by the
hips and moved her pussy up and down on his prick as
easily as he might have moved his fist. His head was
cocked around the side of her body, so he could see her
reflection in the mirror, as her big tits bounced and
slapped together.
The girl had a slight bulge to her tummy, but she
didn't look pregnant - more like she'd just given birth.
Her tits told the story there - they were engorged, like
they were so full they could burst. They started
dribbling then - milk began to drip steadily from her
fat nipples as her father fucked the living shit out of
her. She smiled at me as I stood there with my mouth
open watching her get fucked - then she spoke:
"Mister, you about to bust outta them britches! Why
don't- cha pull that big ole thang out an' yank on it
while you watch Pa knock me up again. You got a BIG one
mister - it's makin' me horny looking at that thang. You
can cum on my tits like the last man that was in here."
Sure enough, the kid had a fresh load of cum all over
her enormous milk jugs.
I don't know what came over me - I couldn't believe I
was actually doing it - but I did. I pulled my dick out
and began whacking off right in front of that 10-year-
old kid with the big milky tits. I beat off like a
teenager with his first Playboy while the little girl
rode up and down on the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my
life - it looked like she was sitting on a baseball bat.
Though I'd grown, the girl was being kind telling by me
I had a 'big one'. Compared to the man fucking her, I
felt like a kid again.
She grabbed her nipples all of a sudden - she started
squirting them at me, and giggling. "Look Pa, I'm makin'
the man all milky. Put it in my mouth mister - I want to
feel that big dick in my mouth. I wanna suck on ya while
Pa fucks me. Then, I want ya to come on my tits while he
squirts baby juice in my tummy and makes me big again.
It'll be just like when I suck Jimmy at home...you
know...while Pa's fuckin' me. Come on mister...
Pleeeze."
She started coaxing her dad again: "Oh Pa... FUCK me...
that's it...that feels good ... I want some more young-
uns in my belly...squirt some baby juice in little
Jenny." She was really working her tits - expertly
tugging at her nipples. Milk was flying everywhere.
Then she smiled and opened her sweet little mouth, just
waiting for my dick, as she bounced up and down. I
grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and guided
my prick into her mouth with the other. I angled her
head down so her mouth would bob up and down on MY dick
as her dad yanked her pussy up and down on his. Mine had
swollen to the point I had to really cram it in her
mouth, but it made it.
She was making loud slurping noises - from her cunt and
her mouth at the same time as her dad and I fucked her
little brains out. I was face fucking a 10-year-old
nursing mother with huge tits, while her own father
tried to get her pregnant again. It sounded like a
Twilight Zone episode. Had I lost my mind? Probably so,
I thought - then I shoved her head down harder on my
prick as her father's rutting became faster, and harder.
I felt my nuts swell up, and saw the twisted look on the
man's face - I knew we were about to fill both ends of
his daughter with potent sperm. I spewed the first of my
load down her throat, causing her to gag and cough. I
pulled my dick out to give her some air and she coughed
as my cum gurgled out of her throat.
A big wad of it hung on her chin, dribbling slowly in
strings onto her swollen tits. I plastered her face with
the rest of the cum that came spurting out of my cock in
huge globs. I heard her father grunt and start to let go
in her fertile womb. "Oh baby, Pa's gunna dump a load in
you an' make you HUGE" he said. "Knock me up Pa...
that's it... cum in me... git me all swole up with
young-uns again - that's how you like me huh?"
The man just kept yanking her up and down and grunting
as her pumped her young pussy full of baby juice. I
wiped the sweat off my brow and gave the girl a little
kiss on the cheek I'd just splattered with cum. The kid
gave me a sweet smile and whispered in my ear, "Mister,
the next time you see me, I'll have a great big ole
belly for ya to cum on. Pa just knocked me up, I can
tell."
As much as I'd have loved to stay there and watch that
milky little girl empty her tits, I decided I better get
my ass in gear - I splashed some water on my face and
made my way back to the area in the community center
where Maggie was sure to be waiting - and furious. I
looked over at the kid once more - sitting on her father
knees, her hair glued to the side of her face with my
cum. It was hard to leave her, but I did.
About mid-way down the corridor to the gym area, I saw a
door with a "private" sign on it. I'd been in too much
of a hurry on my way to the bathroom to notice it. It
was padlocked, but somehow the lock hadn't completely
snapped shut. I touched it and it fell open. Being a
natural born snoop, I had to see what was inside.
Considering the corridor ran behind the line of conjugal
rooms, I wondered what the hell that door was doing
there.
I looked in both directions outside the door and decided
to go in, knowing full well I'd be very late to meet
Maggie and get on with the day's work. Inside the door,
lined up along a narrow path to my right, were 8 video
cameras on tripods - and they were RUNNING. What the
hell is this, I thought.
I walked over behind the first camera and damn near fell
out. It was pointed at a big picture window. What I saw
behind the window is what gave me the shock. A little
girl was looking into the window the camera was pointed
at. She was talking to a man in the room behind her. She
felt her big breasts and swollen tummy and asked the
man: "Do you think I'm pretty when I'm swole up Grampa?"
Then she kept staring at the camera.
I don't know why it took me so long, but it finally hit
me like a ton of bricks - she was looking into a mirror
- or so she thought. Somebody had put one-way mirrors in
the conjugal rooms and set up video cameras behind them
to film all the action.
It was dark in the narrow corridor, but I could tell I'd
kicked something. I reached down to pick it up - it was
a video tape with a label on it I could barely read. I
moved closer to the one-way mirror. "Daddy's Pregnant
Pumpkin - Melanie at 9 months", read the label on the
tape. I stuck it in my lab coat pocket and moved down to
the next 'window'.
There was a 9 or 10 year old in that room sitting on a
bed sucking her father's dick - the next room had a girl
sandwiched between two burly men who were fucking her
silly, like the kid we'd just finished with. In yet
another room, a huge breasted young girl stood in front
of the glass and studied herself as she kneaded her palm
sized areola and tugged on her fat nipples - she
squirted her big tits in a shower of milk all over the
mirror. "See daddy, I'm a little cow," she said.
There must have been a camera situated behind a one-way
mirror in each and every one of the 16 rooms - recording
these very pregnant children as they got their young
brains fucked out by their well-hung fathers. I wanted
to stay and see what each and every room had in store,
but I knew I'd never get home, and my ass would be DEAD
if I got there too late. I decided to find Maggie, get
the results back from the lab and get home to my wife.
It was the only sensible thing to do at that point. When
I got into the lighted corridor, I could read the
smaller print on the tape's label:
"You'll drool as you watch this pretty young girl stroke
her big belly and swollen breasts. Little Melanie is
only 9 years old, but she's at full term with a set of
twins in this 30-minute feature, and her belly is simply
enormous. If you're a fan of big breasts, this child
sports a pair that stretches her DD-cup bra to capacity.
She is truly a sight to behold." The label said other
titles were available at: "www.knocked-up-young-uns.com,
or sister site www.genetic-marvels.com."
My biggest concern at that point was how to keep my
family safe from the same fate that had befallen these
simple poor folks in the sleepy little village of
Fertile Valley. Given my state of mind, maybe it was too
late. I'd already been sucked into it by all the sexual
energy around me. I shuddered to think what would seduce
me next. I found Maggie finally - she was furious as I'd
expected - I told her I was sorry and asked her if she
was ready to get back to the hospital.
As she drove us back, I was consumed with a fantasy
vision of my daughter Meagan. She stood in front of me
in the living room of our new house, in nothing but a
bra and panties. Her breasts were swelling inside the
bra, bulging over the cups as she stared at her chest in
disbelief. Then her belly began to grow...and grow,
making her look very...VERY pregnant. The vision of my
swollen pregnant daughter smiled at me and said "I'm
getting bigger for you Daddy - see how big Meagan is?"
The next thing I knew, Maggie was shaking me by the
shoulders: "Earth to Bill, time to get to work." We'd
arrived at the hospital again, and it was time to check
the test results.
Soon, we'll hear more about the test findings, family
interviews, and Bill's new house. We'll certainly find
out more about the dastardly preacher and his minions.
Please let me know what you think so far - It helps to
get regular feedback on the story. I'd be interested in
hearing what you like, don't like - and what you'd like
to read more about - we're winding down to the
conclusion now, so let me hear from you.
CHAPTER 10
Maggie had managed to bring me back to reality - back
from the fantasy I was having over my young daughter's
swelling tits - back from the image of her belly so big
and pregnant.
It was time to check on the male rats I'd injected with
spring water. We suspected what the results would be,
but what we found surprised us nonetheless. The rats
were going crazy - running around their cages and
throwing their bodies against the sides of the little
cells. Maggie took pity on them:
"The poor little things - just look at them Bill -
they're pitiful. I bet they want to get at those females
so bad it hurts." As we got closer, her pity turned to
astonishment: "MY GOD, I don't believe it - you have to
see this Bill - it...it's frightening!" Some of the male
subjects had grown a penis the size of my index finger -
their little pricks were bright pink and swollen. Oddly
enough, the biggest of the lot were some of the
youngest.
Maggie opened a cage and pulled one out, holding him up
for inspection. "Look at the SIZE of this thing Bill -
he looks like a freak of nature." The prick on the rat
Maggie had was even bigger than some of the others. "How
is this possible?" she asked. She proceeded to put him
in a cage with one of the females. She slammed the cage
shut and we watched as the horny little fucker mounted
the female, pinning her to the floor of the cage.
He pumped his haunches, shoving that deformed prick in
the female. We heard the poor thing shriek as the male
forced his way inside her. It was not a sound of
pleasure. The whole process was over in about 30
seconds, and the male retreated to a corner of the cage.
Both of them collapsed.
Maggie wanted to let the rest of them have a crack at
the females - mainly to have some peace and quiet. They
were making quite a fuss in their cages. I wanted to see
what effect those 'vitamins' Emily passed out at the
drug store would have on the female rats, so I prepared
an aqueous solution - a small dosage of ground up pills
and sugar water - and fed it to half of them before
Maggie unleashed the males. I tagged the unlucky females
that got the sugar water. If my suspicions were correct,
that group would be impregnated with 3- 4 times the
normal number of young.
The next order of business was to get those pills to the
lab to be analyzed. I called a technician that Maggie
referred me to, in the hopes they could put a rush order
on the process. They were behind on their work, he said,
but could probably get the analysis done in 48 hours if
I could have the pills at their lab the next day. We
took the proper steps to send the pills out.
I had already been promised a full analysis on the
spring water the same day they'd finish with the pills,
so all I could do at that point was wait - and hope.
Hope that the contents wouldn't cause irreversible harm
to my family. Hope that I could regain control of my
thoughts and behavior. I'd gone off the deep end more
than once since we'd arrived in the valley - in thought
and in action, and I had become concerned about it.
I was accustomed to controlling every aspect of my life
until then, and I wanted to feel that way again. As
worried as I was about all that had happened, I took
great pleasure in the fact that my prick had grown so
large. I couldn't help myself - I was proud of it. I had
always been proud that I was so much larger than
average, having taken after my dad.
The men in our family had earned a reputation of sorts,
especially dad. I'd heard my aunts whispering things
through the years but never understood what "hung like a
horse" meant until I was older. After the growth spurt
I'd experienced, I REALLY knew what it meant - I'd ended
up with a BIG piece of meat between my legs.
I loved the way women were looking at me - staring
straight at my crotch as my dick swelled out the leg of
my pants. Maggie was looking at me that way just then.
The work was done for the day and it was obvious how
horny she was. She started playing with her breasts - a
habit she had when she was really worked-up. I felt like
I'd known Maggie for years at that point even though
we'd only worked together a matter of days.
She'd become so predictable. The result of her little
habit was predictable as well. Maggie's breasts grew
when she manipulated them. It was absurd how much they
grew. That's why she did it I thought - to make them so
large I wouldn't be able to resist her advances. That
night I'd promised my wife to be home as quickly as I
could, and I knew what I had waiting for me when I got
there.
Maggie wouldn't win that time - Peggy would. But it was
painful to watch that pretty nurse's cleavage burst out
the top of her blouse. She'd given her tits a good
working over, and they'd grown larger than I ever
imagined they could. I told Maggie it was wrong what
we'd done together - that I loved my wife. All the while
my dick swelled so big I looked like I had a baseball
bat in my pants leg.
"I'll let you off the hook this time mister, but you
know you won't be able to resist me at all, before long.
I know what you like, remember?"
Maggie was smirking at me then. She walked over and
stood in front of me. She pulled her shoulders back and
placed her hands at the small of her back, causing her
belly to bulge out obscenely. I couldn't believe what
that posture did to her belly. She stuck it out as far
as she could - and it looked twice as big as I
remembered. She was making my dick even harder. She was
grinning from ear to ear then, and swiveling her hips.
"Do you have any idea just how pregnant I am Billy?"
Maggie stroked her bulging tummy, smiling down at it.
"I'm only 6 weeks gone Billy, and I'm already showing.
I'm showing quite a LOT don't you think?" Maggie looked
like she could easily be 4 months pregnant in that pose.
She started giggling then.
"Do you know what that means Billy? Do you? It means
that I'm VERY pregnant sweetie. And it means that I'm
going to get very, VERY big. In a matter of weeks, I'll
be simply HUGE Billy, and I know what that does to you.
You can't hide it you know."
Maggie had my number. The very THOUGHT of a big pregnant
belly would make my cock hard. Seeing one made me so
horny I'd lose control. She knew how to manipulate me -
and she was right - I couldn't hide my feelings. I'd
grown too large for that. Anyone in sight could tell how
I felt about Maggie right then - my dick had swollen to
over a foot long and it made a fucking tent out of my
pants leg.
She continued her teasing, stroking her bulging tummy
and staring at the absurdly swollen prick in my pants.
"You can go on home to Peggy, but I know you'll think
about how big I'm getting - you won't be able to help
yourself. That boy knocked me up good Billy - I could
have 5 or 6 babies in here - you know that? Have you
ever seen a girl swollen pregnant with 6 babies Billy?
Let me tell you - they're ENORMOUS. Can you imagine my
tummy that BIG?" Maggie was giggling again.
"I guess I better let you go home to your wife before I
make you cum on yourself, huh? I'll just be here getting
bigger for you. Every day, my belly will get bigger,
rounder, more swollen... I'm so very pregnant
Billy...and I'll get so huge you won't be able to keep
your hands off me." Maggie had worked me into a lather
talking about how big and pregnant she'd get - just like
Peggy, she'd found all the right buttons to push and she
stood there looking at me with a girlish pout on her
pretty face.
I was about to lose control and stuff my prick up her
big wet pussy when the phone rang. It was my wife. She
wanted to see if I could get some birth control pills
for the girls from the hospital pharmacy. There wasn't
time to take them to a doctor and go through all the
normal steps she said. "I'll explain it all when you get
home sweetie - that is if you ever GET home."
I always knew when Peggy wanted me there stat, and this
was one of those times. I wondered what the hell had
happened to make her so adamant about birth control for
our girls, but I didn't question it. I regained my
senses and asked Maggie if there was a doctor that could
write some prescriptions for me. Maggie had a Masters
degree in nursing and could prescribe medication, so she
wrote them herself - one for each of my 6 daughters.
"These should do the trick," she said, "but I have to
warn you, the new formulas out there have a little side
effect - and it's more pronounced than with the older
formulas. As you know, 'the pill' fools the body into
thinking it's pregnant - but these pills fool it better
than ever - they're the state of the art. And we know
what happens to a girl's...ahem...breasts... when she
gets pregnant, don't we?"
She was grinning from ear to ear then, and cupped her
fat pregnant tits in her hands. I had spilled my guts to
Maggie about my girls and their recent development.
About the water, the 'vitamins' they'd ingested -
everything. I could tell she enjoyed teasing me with
this information on what 'the pill' would do to my
little girls.
"I just wanted you to be prepared for any new
'developments' you'll notice Billy. You need to know
this too - I got really horny when I was on the pill.
That's why I quit taking the damn things when I moved
here. There were no eligible men around - I wasn't
seeing anyone and I'd get sore from bringing myself off
so much - I got tired of it.
"The only problem when you go OFF the pill is that it
makes some women more fertile than ever. To make things
worse, I'd had some of those "vitamins" by accident
myself - I thought they were just pain killers, like you
and Peggy did. All I can say is this - if you put them
on the pill, you better keep them on it. Otherwise...
well... look what happened to me!"
I couldn't help looking at what happened to Maggie. From
the sound of my wife's voice on the phone, I knew I'd
better get my ass home and get the girls on those pills
before they ended up in the same condition. I ran to the
pharmacy next to the ER and got the pills. Maggie told
me about a short cut back to town -it was still daylight
and I shouldn't get lost she said. Her shortcut turned
out to be a nice drive past some pretty farms.
If I hadn't been in such a hurry I'd have stopped to
investigate one particular farm. As it was, I couldn't
help pulling over to look for a minute. "Fertile Valley
Farms" was prosperous and sprawling - it must have
stretched across hundreds of acres - and every inch of
it was fenced. Inside those fences, there were answers
to some of my questions - I just knew it.
My jaw went slack as I watched a poor cow inch her way,
wobbly kneed, to a corner of the pasture. I'd never seen
one that big with a calf before. Her sides were bulging
out like two enormous beach balls. Her underbelly and
udder dragged the ground. The cow was so pregnant, she
just fell over and laid there on her side.
In the next pasture over, were a bull and 2 more cows. I
stopped for a minute there too, as the bull mounted one
of them. The fucker's testicles were the size of
cantaloupes. His dick looked big a telephone pole as he
shoved it in the poor beast cowering under his haunches.
The cow bellowed in agony as the bull poured it to her.
The same thing was happening in the next pasture, and
the next, for what seemed like a mile - then, more
pregnant cows. LOTS more pregnant cows. Each as big with
(calves?) as the first one I saw.
I knew there was a great deal of manipulation in the
cattle industry - with growth hormones, drugs to enhance
milk production and so forth - but multiple births?
Increased testosterone and sperm count? The nuts on that
bull were definitely pumped up with SOMETHING. The
implications of it were scary. Right then though, I had
my family to worry about. I got underway again, knowing
I'd have to delve into this farm situation later.
When I got to the hotel, Peggy was all over me. She
threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me,
ripping my shirt off. She nuzzled her face in my chest
and started moaning, panting - her hot breath set me on
fire. She unbuckled my belt and hauled my prick out. It
swelled bigger by the second - Peggy's excitement was
intoxicating. My dick grew huge in less than a minute as
she ran both her hands up and down the length of it -
jacking me off, making me swell so hard I thought I'd
burst.
"Oh Bill, where have you been? I need you inside me
right NOW. Good GOD I'm so fucking horny I could scream.
Oh Billy, how on earth...oh my God baby...LOOK at you!"
Peggy was in awe of the size of my prick. Her excitement
was so contagious I continued to grow larger, harder. I
found it hard to believe, myself. "Good Lord...is this
thing EVER gonna quit swelling? You're big as a fucking
horse Billy - stick it in me NOW honey... FUCK me with
that thing. Oh dear God, I NEED it."
Peggy didn't have to ask twice. She had ripped her
panties off and thrown them on the floor already. When I
got that horny, I liked to be on top, so I lifted Peggy
off my lap and threw her on her back. She was so wet,
her pussy was glistening - her juices oozing out onto
the bed sheets.
Peggy hadn't acted quite this horny since the night I
knocked her up with Meagan and Melissa. I knew I'd
better be careful, but that didn't stop me from stuffing
every inch of my big fat swollen prick up inside her.
She was so hot and so WET - my prick was in its favorite
place - in my pretty wife's loving pussy. The mother of
my children was bucking her hips back at me, pumping her
pussy up and down on the whole length of my shaft as she
wriggled under me. My hips were moving like a piston as
we hit the same rhythm - we were fucking like animals. I
heard the wet sucking, slurping sounds as I went in and
out of her. Peggy was breathing heavily and began
whispering in my ear as we picked up the pace.
"Oh Billy, you're so BIG inside me, you're getting
BIGGER baby, oh dear GOD you're so huge honey. You're
about to rip my insides open. Billy you need to pull out
before you... OH GOD."
I poured it to her faster and harder at that point,
banging her head against the headboard. For a second, I
wondered if the kids would hear it, but I didn't care -
I was just too fucking horny and I was ready to release
the cum that had my balls so swollen for hours.
I was fucking the living shit out of my wife, slamming
her head time and time again. "Billy I can tell you're
about to...oh please honey...I don't want to get
preg...oh don't knock me up again... please baby... I
know I'm on birth control... but I... oh GOD I feel like
I might... oh, pull it out Billy... pull it out and cum
on my big tits." I'd learned never to doubt these
'feelings' my wife had.
I kept fucking her, sending her head crashing against
the wall until I was ready to let go. I pulled my prick
out of her and gabbed it with both hands. A big slimy
rope of cum flew at her face, bouncing off her forehead
and splattering on the headboard. I pumped my prick with
a fury then - I had to get the rest of it out of me.
I felt like I'd explode - my balls had been swelling up
since early that afternoon. Just as I let a big gob of
it fly at her tits, the door to our room burst open. It
was Meagan and Peter. They stood there with their jaws
dropped - gawking at us - frozen like deer in the path
of oncoming headlights.
They watched wide-eyed as a fat glob of jism hit their
mother's big tits. Peggy had a look of utter shock on
her face as my load hit her chest. She was watching our
children as they openly stared at us. Peggy pleaded with
me in a hushed tone.
"Oh Billy DO something - they shouldn't see us like this
- what on earth are we going to do?" I really don't know
what possessed me to do what I did next, but I wanted to
hide my spurting cock from their innocent eyes. I wanted
to keep them from seeing any more than they already had.
I let go of my prick and grabbed the covers behind me. I
pulled them up over my shoulders and jumped on top of
Peggy again in the hopes I could drape our bodies,
shielding them from sight. I'm sure I couldn't do this
again if I tried, but just as I settled on top of her,
my prick slipped right inside Peggy again - all the WAY
inside - and I dumped a HUGE load of cum in her. She
panicked then, but shuddered from the sensation of all
that sperm splattering her insides.
"Dear GOD Billy, NO! I can't believe this is happening,
you can't be... oh Billy, NO!"
Even though Peggy seemed frightened at first, by what
was going on in her vagina, she bucked her hips back at
me like a dog in heat, milking gob after gob of potent
sperm out of my swollen balls. Peggy had lost control of
herself. She began to whisper in my ear then: "FUCK me
Billy - I don't care if they watch - just keep FUCKING
me. You're filling me up Billy - I can feel your cum
gushing DEEP into me - cum in me Billy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Peggy really HAD
lost it. She let me cum like a fire hose inside her,
even though she seemed so scared of getting pregnant.
She continued to coax the last of the sperm out of my
balls - pumping her hips up and down my prick like the
children weren't even there. It felt like she was
SUCKING the cum out of me she pumped so hard.
Peggy fucked me like a whore - jerking her hips up off
the bed - until I dumped the last glob inside her.
Finally, I rolled off and lay on my back next to her,
staring at the ceiling.
I felt like I'd been drugged. We were both so consumed
with lust, we'd fucked like a couple of minks and I'd
pumped my wife's vagina full of cum - all in plain sight
of our children. That night was a turning point for both
of us I suppose.
I realized that I was NOT in control anymore - neither
was Peggy. Something else had control of us, and we were
helplessly under its spell. It occurred to me just then
that we were overwhelmed with the urge to procreate. It
was the same primal urge that had taken hold of the
local population - the urge to 'be fruitful and
multiply' - just like the billboard proclaimed. I had no
idea what we'd say to the children, but I knew they'd
want an explanation.
Maybe Peggy would come up with something. I heard her
gasp as she looked over at the children. Peter turned
and left the room in a hurry, as though he was on a
mission. Then, a sly little grin crossed Meagan's face,
and she approached the bed. She absently twirled her
pigtails in her fingers as she was about to speak.
"Mommy, what were you and Daddy doing?" Her question
seemed so innocent, though I felt she must have known
something about what she'd seen. The little smile gave
her away. Peggy's answer was priceless. Not exactly a
lie, it was carefully crafted: "Meagan honey, Mommy was
just trying to make Daddy feel better. He was hurting,
and he likes it when I hug him in bed like that."
Meagan knew there was more to it than that - I could
tell. The child's instincts had developed as rapidly as
her bust - and I was afraid her libido would outpace
both of them. She smirked at me then and began to fondle
her big swollen breasts. I swear they looked even fuller
than they had that afternoon.
Meagan put Peggy to the test with a perfectly reasonable
question: "Mommy, can I make Daddy feel better sometime?
I'll help, OK? And maybe Daddy can help ME - my boobs
hurt Mommy - I think they're getting bigger again - my
bra got too tight. Mommy look - they're huge."
I had to turn away from her. It was painful to watch my
busty little daughter fondle herself like that, and hear
her talk about how much bigger she was getting. If she
only knew what that did to me. Peggy told her, "It's
Mommy's job to do that honey, and some day you'll have a
husband like Daddy - and you can make HIM feel better."
Peggy had always been good at explaining things to the
children. And she certainly did make me feel better that
night. Meagan seemed to accept her answer. Peggy told
her to go run the water for a bath and that she'd be in
their room in a little while. As we lay there in bed,
she explained why she wanted the birth control pills.
She was almost in tears as she looked at me. "Oh Bill,
I'm just so ashamed... I don't know if I should even
tell you this. Do you promise you'll still love me
Billy... no matter what?"
I moved closer and put my arms around her - I told my
pretty wife there was nothing she could do that would
keep me from loving her. I asked her to just tell me
about it, and that we'd work through it - whatever it
was.
Peggy proceeded to tell me what happened. She had a
pitiful look on her face - I could tell she was
embarrassed about it. "Well, I guess we shouldn't be
surprised, but our little girls aren't the only ones
who've 'developed'. It's Peter, Billy - he... he's GROWN
- what I mean is that he... his... Well, I might as well
just come out and say it - our little boy has this great
big DICK between his legs now." I asked Peggy how she
came to discover this, and what she was so ashamed of.
"He came in here when you were still at the hospital
Billy - he said he was in pain and he looked so scared.
He was hunched over at first, with his legs sort of
crossed in front of him, like he was hiding something -
he stayed near the door, almost afraid to come in. I
told him to stand up straight and come over to the bed
so I could talk to him. Then I saw it Billy - he could
tell when I saw it. He lowered his head, as though he'd
done something wrong and asked me:
'What's the matter with me mommy? Look... why am I so
BIG? Mommy it hurts, it's big and sore and it hurts me.'
I couldn't take my eyes off it Billy... oh, I'm just so
ashamed."
I stroked my wife's hair and consoled her as best I
could. I assured her that I'd understand, and to just
tell me what happened.
"Well, I was sitting on the bed and he was standing in
front of me with that... that PRICK bulging out the
front of his pants. Billy...he is simply HUGE... I mean
huge, like in... his dick is a good 9 or 10 inches
long... and the damn thing is big around as a beer can
Billy... He's THAT kind of huge. He started rubbing the
front of his pants and got this far-away look in his eye
- he told me it felt better when he did that. The thing
had grown halfway to his knees Billy. Then he asked me
if I could help him: 'Mommy, can you make it feel
better? PLEASE Mommy... kiss it and make it all better.
It HURTS.' He was almost in tears honey - I just didn't
know what to do."
Peggy had my attention then and she knew it. I was
hanging on every word, picturing in my mind what she
looked like sitting on the bed in front of him - looking
right at it. I could only imagine how hot it made her,
and she continued giving me every detail:
"Before I knew what happened, he unzipped his pants
Billy...I was in a trance as I watched him haul it out -
every big, fat, throbbing inch of it. The boy is a
fucking MULE. God only knows what's in that water - or
in all the other things we've consumed here. He wrapped
his little fist around it and began to tug on it Billy,
and the fucking thing got BIGGER. I was simply
hypnotized. I petted it - just the head at first, and I
felt a little slimy pre-cum ooze out. I felt so sorry
for him - it looked like it hurt so bad."
"I told him Mommy was going to make him feel better and
I put the head of our little boy's big dick in my mouth
Billy. I slipped my lips right over it and looked up at
him. He cradled my head in his hands as I moved my mouth
up and down on him. My GOD he got so BIG all of a
sudden. I saw him looking at my tits - they'd gotten so
big from all the excitement, they were BURSTING out the
top of my bra. I think it was too much for him - I could
feel his dick swelling in my mouth and I knew he was
ready to cum.
I pulled it out and aimed him at my tits Billy - I beat
him off and made him CUM on me. Billy, it was obscene -
I made our little boy cum all over his Mother's big
tits. And he didn't stop - he COULDN'T stop! He came all
over my arms and all over my face and my hair - God it
was everywhere! I just don't know what happened to me -
I still can't believe it. Please don't hate me Billy." I
felt sorry for Peggy - she thought she'd done the most
awful thing in the world. But I knew she wasn't
responsible for her actions. Any more than my 10-year-
old son was responsible for that horse's prick he'd
grown between his legs.
I always knew someone with a great big dick would come
along to tempt Peggy. She had such a weakness. I just
never imagined it would be Peter. Peggy was concerned
about getting to the kids' room to check on them.
"What I've been so worried about is Peter - doing
something with Meagan or Melissa. He's been looking at
them like he never has before, Billy - he's been staring
at their tits - and they like it. On the way back here
today, I caught Meagan playing with herself in the back
seat of the van - her head was thrown back and she was
moaning like a girl getting her brains fucked out.
Peter's eyes were riveted to her - he sat there gaping
at her with his mouth hanging open. Meagan had half her
fist inside her - running it in and out of her pussy -
she's HUGE down there, Billy.
"And then they're those TITS of hers - you've seen how
big they are - Peter was simply drooling over her. She
stuck them out as far as she could and just smirked at
him while she played with herself. The worst part is
that she's ovulating. I've kept track of when the girls
started their periods - the kid's probably got more eggs
in her than a turtle right now. I'm worried sick. If
you'd seen Peter cum all over me, you'd be worried too.
I just want to get her though this cycle - I want her on
those pills NOW! I want ALL of them on the pill."
I got another hard-on as I lay there listening to my
wife tell me all this, but I knew we needed to check on
the kids right away. We pulled ourselves together. I
kissed my wife on the cheek and told her I still loved
her, no matter what had happened - that I understood the
circumstances she was in, and that I forgave her. We
went next door to Meagan and Melissa's room.
We probably should have had them stay in our room until
we moved into the house, but they were still bunking
with the boys. Peggy knew that wasn't safe anymore - and
based on what she'd just told me, I did too.
When we got to their room, Adam was playing Nintendo -
glued to the TV like a zombie. Melissa had a quart jar
of cocoa butter open right next to her on the bed. She
had smeared the stuff all over her swollen chest. It
appeared Meagan wasn't the only one who'd grown so much.
Melissa was catching up. She sat there with her t-shirt
pulled up over her tits, massaging them right in front
of all of us - obviously pleased with her growth.
We asked her where Peter and Meagan were, and she
motioned to the bathroom door. She had a devilish little
smirk on her face. All of a sudden we heard a moan -
then Peter said something. "Here it comes Meggy, Oh
God...you're makin' me feel all better." We yanked the
door open at that moment, hoping against hope he hadn't
figured out how to do 'the real thing' with his sister.
Instead, Peter let go a wad of cum that made me gasp,
right on Meagan's cute little face. A big, thick, sticky
rope of it that plastered across her left cheek, her
nose, all over her right cheek, onto her ear, and into
her hair. She was in pig tails - sitting on the toilet
in front of her brother - and a glob of jism hung on one
of them.
We stood there in the bathroom doorway, just mesmerized
as we watched Meagan yank on Peter's big prick. She
coaxed more boy-cum out of him - aiming his dick at her
big tits then, and giggling as he splattered every inch
of them. She moved his dick around, pulling glob after
glob of cum out of the kid right onto her huge, swollen
young breasts.
Peggy and I continued to stand there - just frozen in
our tracks. I couldn't believe what we were watching -
or that we were powerless to stop it. Instead, I felt my
dick swell.
As ashamed as I was over it, my daughter was giving me a
hard-on as I watched her milk the last of our son's cum
onto her tits. She looked simply enormous sitting there
on that toilet - those tits of hers had swollen even
bigger - and they looked so pretty covered in all that
cum. I felt a strange pang of jealousy - jealousy mixed
with pride actually. I was proud of my son, in much the
same way my dad had been proud of me. Peggy wasn't lying
- the kid was a fucking mule. Then there was a part of
me that was jealous.
Jealous that it wasn't MY cum plastered all over
Meagan's tits. I had fought those feelings toward her,
but the harder I fought, the more I seemed to be drawn
to her. It was overpowering - and Meagan didn't help the
situation. I knew she wanted my attention. Secretly, I
knew she wanted much more than that. But I was her
father, and it just wasn't right. Anymore than it was
right for her to play with her brother like that.
That's not how people in respectable society behaved -
we'd all been brought up with a different set of values.
Maybe Peggy could explain it to the kids. They
acknowledged our presence all of a sudden, as though
they just realized we were there. "I made Peetie feel
all better mommy - just like you made daddy feel better
- see. He squirted this white stuff on my boobies." The
kid giggled then as she rubbed it into her tits.
"It feels all slippery and tingly mommy- it feels GOOD
to have this stuff all over my boobs - lookit... I think
this stuff makes 'em GROW. She raked a finger across her
left breast and scooped a dollop of cum into her little
mouth. Ooo... it tastes good too... it's sweet mommy."
I don't know whether it was the cum, or a combination of
other things, but my little girl's breasts had grown so
large she could heft them up to her mouth and lick the
cum off her nipples. She lifted both her tits up to her
mouth then and started licking and sucking and
slobbering all over herself - moving from one big breast
to the other - licking every drop of cum off her tits. I
got hard as a rock watching her do that - I felt I
should turn around to keep Meagan from seeing me - but
I'd been too late - she'd already noticed the bulge in
my pants and she giggled.
From that day forward, Meagan understood the power she
had over me. She'd already guessed it, but then she was
sure. She made her daddy horny with her big tits, and
she knew it. It's a good thing she didn't know what a
swollen pregnant belly did to me - or she'd probably
want one.
I think Peggy was getting horny again too - she was
watching Peter play with his prick. The damn thing was
still hard, and he just kept jerking on it - beating off
right in front of us. My wife took the initiative to
speak to them then. Someone needed to establish control
in the family, and clearly, I had lost that ability.
"Meagan, you shouldn't play with your brother like that.
And Peter, you need to quit playing with yourself in
front of everyone - it's not polite. Brothers and
sisters just don't do that sort of thing with each
other. That's what mommies and daddies do."
Both kids looked at Peggy - clearly confused. "But, his
thingie hurt mommy - and I was just helping him. I
thought it was OK since you and daddy did it, and he
said YOU helped him too - Peter said you made him feel
better this afternoon."
Peggy was remarkable in the way she dealt with that.
"Meagan, mommies are supposed to help their children
when they feel bad - that's what we do - that's not what
sisters do - so let's just not do that OK?"
Meagan agreed reluctantly, but I could tell her little
mind was trying to work its way around to another angle.
"Mommy, is it OK if daddies help their children like
mommies do. Maybe daddy wants to help ME mommy - help
make my boobies feel better. Daddy's looking at me - and
his thingie is all big. Oh mommy, daddy's thingie is
really REALLY big."
Meagan walked over and stood right in front of me in the
bathroom doorway. The top of her head barely cleared my
waist, so she was just inches from my huge bulging
prick. She reached out and stroked it through my pants.
"WOW daddy, you're HUGE. Mommy, why is daddy thingie so
BIG?"
I grabbed my child by the shoulders and told her to
stop. After a little protest, I told her again. All the
while, my dick was swelling so fast, and I'd become so
excited I almost came in my pants. I decided I WOULD
have control at this point - I was the father dammit.
I hated to get so stern, but I told my daughter to
"stop, and stop NOW." Meagan still understood when I was
serious, and she quit rubbing my prick just in the nick
of time. I'd have lost it 10 seconds later. I told both
my children they were not to repeat what they did
together today, and that they didn't need an explanation
- I said they were not to do that, because WE SAID SO.
That was one of the hardest things I'd ever done in my
life. As I looked down at my daughter, I was insanely
turned on by her... her little pig tails matted in
cum... her sweet, pretty face... but most of all... her
GREAT ...BIG... SWOLLEN... TITS!!
It took every shred of willpower I possessed to tell
that child to stop playing with me...to tear myself away
from her. Things were back to normal again, or at least
as normal as you could call our situation. Peggy got the
girls' prescriptions out of the bag I'd brought home and
made sure they took the first pill. I told her about
Maggie's warning on the new formula. She was not pleased
to hear the girls' breasts might get bigger - or that
they'd become more aroused. But I felt like we should
have the latest protection available for our kids - we'd
just have to live with the side effects.
When the subject of arousal came up, Peggy remembered
something. "You know Billy, I didn't really make any
connection before, but now that you brought it up - the
kids are ALREADY more aroused. And it just happened
today. They never did anything like that before -
playing with each other - Meagan grabbing you like that.
They acted strangely at lunch too. You'd told me not to
let them have any more water, remember? Let them drink
milk or something, you said - so we stopped at the Dairy
Queen on the edge of town. I got them some milkshakes -
which they inhaled. Jenny, Julie and Adam just wanted a
diet coke, but the rest of them said they were hungry -
really hungry." I asked Peggy what they ate.
"Well, they all wanted cheeseburgers, so I ordered one
for each of us. I've never seen those kids eat like that
Billy - they inhaled the burgers, like they had the
milkshakes, and asked me if they could have another one.
They wanted another one of EACH - so I got more
milkshakes and burgers. I'll have to admit, they were
really good. I had another one myself. Then Meagan
begged me for another milkshake. I didn't think it was a
good idea, but she pitched a fit - so I gave in. That
made two BIG cheeseburgers and 3 milkshakes the kid
sucked up. What do you think that was about Billy - that
appetite?"
Peggy could see the color drain from my face as she
asked me that question. I told her we'd better get those
pills over to Dee and Deb - and to our oldest, just in
case. I told her to HURRY. Peggy could see that
something was wrong and she demanded to know. I told her
about the farm I'd passed on the way home - about the
cows and the bulls - the way they'd been engineered to
grow so...the possibility that what they'd eaten at
lunch had come from...
"Oh dear God Billy, tell me it's not...you mean they
could have... oh my... all that meat, and all that
cheese, all that ice cream, and all that MILK! Billy,
this is just too much. What's going to happen to them?"
I told Peggy we'd already seen a little of what would
happen to them, and that we'd better be prepared for
anything. God only knew what was in store for them then.
We gave the rest of our daughters the birth control
pills, hoping we could at least prevent them from
getting pregnant. They way Dee and Deb looked - and with
Meagan and Melissa even MORE developed, they needed all
the protection they could get.
We'll rejoin our group soon and find out more about the
composition of the water, the "vitamins", and of course,
all that food. Meanwhile, as always, your comments are
appreciated. Let me hear from you.
CHAPTER 11
After all those kids had eaten for lunch - and all those
milkshakes they'd inhaled - they weren't very hungry, so
I decided to see if the hotel could get a pizza
delivered for my oldest kids and me. I knew we'd better
get an extra one in case the others got hungry later. We
got the young man at the front desk to take care of it
and Peggy and I went back to our room. I thought the
kids would be OK by themselves for a while - after all,
Peter had blown his wad all over Meagan just a few
minutes earlier.
What could happen, right? When we got back to the room,
Peggy noticed something sticking out of the pocket in my
lab coat. I'd tossed it on a chair in my haste to jump
on her earlier. It was the video tape I'd picked up when
I was snooping around at the community center. Peggy
walked over to check it out. "What's this Billy... oh...
it looks like a tape... did you rent us a movie?" I
stammered a bit... "Well... it's... uh... well not
exactly dear." I decided to just let her find out for
herself.
"Let's see what we have here - what's this? It says
'Daddy's Pregnant Pumpkin - Melanie at Nine Months' Why
Billy... aren't YOU the naughty boy. Have you been
watching dirty movies without me? I had no idea this
kind of stuff even...where on earth did you find...it
says this girl is only...Billy, is this for real?" Peggy
could tell I was embarrassed. But when I told her where
I found it, and what was going on there, I aroused more
than curiosity in my wife. Our room had a VCR, and Peggy
was dying to see what was on the tape.
"I think some of these things are all hype Billy. Let's
just see how knocked up this little bitch is."
Peggy hadn't seen what I saw in those rooms - I guess I
couldn't blame her for being skeptical. She stuck the
tape in the VCR and started it. There was some narration
at the start, and footage of a beautiful mountain
valley. The footage could have been anywhere, but it
looked an awful lot like FERTILE valley. The narrator
spoke in soothing tones: "Let us take you back home to
the hills, where life is simpler.
"There's none of the hustle and bustle of city life for
the folks here. Not much business - very few jobs. Not a
lot of recreation to speak of. Folks here just live off
the land - barely getting by on their crops, and a
little help from Uncle Sam. People pretty much keep to
their families here - there's a lot of togetherness back
home in these hills - and that makes for VERY
interesting results now n' again. Especially for you
fans of girls...as we say... 'in the family way.'
"Girls like little 9 year old Melanie - the star of our
show. She and her daddy figured they'd 'fool around' one
day- you know - have a little family fun. That was 9
months ago, and little Melanie has grown a bit since
then. Seems like daddy left a little something in her
belly that got very VERY big. What you're going to see
is every swollen inch of this child's EE-normous
pregnant body. So without further ado, here she is
folks...just days before delivering two healthy,
strapping baby boys."
Peggy and I were standing there with our mouths open
listening to the narrator, and the scene suddenly
switched to a room with a bed, a chair and a couple of
tables. It was one of the conjugal rooms at the
community center! I recognized the furniture and the
cinder block walls. The room was empty, and we could see
every inch of it - corner to corner. They must have
equipped the camera with a wide-angle lens to capture
everything - wherever it happened. Then the door opened,
and in walked Melanie.
She moved toward the camera, looking straight into it.
(It was obvious she thought there was a mirror on the
wall.) She smiled, and looked down at her chest. She was
close to popping the buttons off her sun dress. It was
stretched so tightly across her swollen tits that her
cleavage came bursting out over the top, and there were
big gaps between the buttons where the material had
pulled apart.
The girl's father entered the room and sat on the bed
behind her. Melanie began to unbutton the top of her
dress. She seemed relieved to be rid of the material
that confined her big breasts. They burst into view then
- the buttons were barely keeping her top closed.
Melanie looked at herself and smiled again. "Looks like
mah titties done got too big for this here li'l dress
Pa. It feels good to be outta that thang. Now I gotta
git this big ole BRA-zieere off me. Help me with it Pa."
The kid's father walked up behind her - well, limped
would be a better word. His prick had grown so big he
couldn't walk straight. He reached down under her tits
and hefted them in his big hands - pushing them together
and causing a foot of cleavage to ooze out the top of
Melanie's big bra. Then he reached behind her back and
undid the hooks. The band snapped forward when he got
the hooks undone, and the child's breasts came tumbling
out. They bounced and wobbled atop her big bloated belly
for what seemed like 5 minutes.
"Help me unbutton the rest of my dress, Pa. I cain't
reach 'round my belly to the front ones - you done got
me too swole up with young-uns." She turned to the side
then, offering a profile to the camera. I gasped at the
sheer size of the child's VERY pregnant belly. The man
moved around in front of her. He smiled down at his
daughter's swollen middle, obviously proud of what he'd
accomplished. "Yep, looks like Pa done knocked you up
good darlin'. You shore 'nuff got a belly on ya."
They were right - she was so huge, there was no way her
arms would reach around to the front of her. The man
unbuttoned her dress then, starting right under her tits
where her belly began the curve outward. As he went
lower, button after button, he peeled the dress away
from her bloated tummy - parting it down the middle -
exposing more and more of her ripe young pregnant body.
It billowed outward further and further as the buttons
opened one by one - that big pregnant belly completely
overwhelmed her.
When he got to her belly button, I thought I would lose
it. The damn thing was HUGE - and it stuck out like a
giant nipple. The dress hit the floor. Standing in
profile to the camera, the child ran her little hands
over the sides of her swollen middle. She reached as far
out in front as she could and absently scratched her
belly - the damned thing bulged out two feet in front of
her.
Peggy had to sit down in front of the TV, before she
fell over from shock. I was a little wobbly-kneed
myself, so I sat down next to her on the bed. She gaped
at the screen for a minute, unable to speak. 'Well, that
shut HER up', I thought to myself. She finally had
something to say:
"My God in heaven Billy...will you look at the SIZE of
that...that little GIRL...that girl and her...look at
the size of the BELLY on that kid! Is she knocked-up or
what...why she's ...she looks like she's pregnant with a
fucking MULE. Dear God Billy...she's so young, and... so
PREGNANT. What if Meag... what if Melissa and Debbie and
Dee... dammit Billy I'm scared. "
I understood my wife's fear all too well, but as I
looked upon the very ripe pregnant body of that ENORMOUS
knocked-up 9-year-old, I could only respond in one way.
I'd become so excited, so quickly, that I flooded the
entire leg of my pants with cum. I came on myself like a
fire hose had gotten loose in my trousers - just sitting
there looking at that kid's huge tummy - and those TITS
- and that belly button! She looked like a fertility
goddess.
Bulging...ripe...SWOLLEN with child.
Peggy couldn't believe how strongly I'd responded to the
image before us. "Well I guess I know what gets YOU all
hot and bothered now - you bad boy. I do believe my
Billy's developed an interest in the younger generation
- do I have that right? Did you go to the web site where
they have more of this stuff Billy? Hmmm? Has my horny
husband been hanging out at knocked-up-young-uns.com?
Looking at a bunch of pregnant little girls?"
Obviously, Peggy had read every word of the label on the
tape. I was busted - but instead of anger on her face,
she just sat there smirking at me. She'd always been
indulgent of my turn-ons, but I'd just cum on myself
after watching a 9-year-old - a girl no older than our
own sweet daughters. Her behavior was curious to say the
least - I think she got off on it - got off on seeing me
reduced to animal lust over that pregnant little girl.
Still, there were some motherly instincts left in Peggy.
"I guess I better keep a close eye on you around OUR
little girls, huh Billy? What if Meagan comes up and
rubs those big tits of hers on you? Just what would you
do? Huh Billy? Our daughter has a big ripe pair on her
Billy - a nice BIG pair of bosoms. And they're just
going to get bigger - you know it and I know it. Your
other little girls are too Billy - they're getting
bigger every day.
Meagan has me worried though - I've seen the way she
looks at you - and I've seen the way you look at HER
Billy. And that bare midriff she's been sporting? It's
just for you Billy - she caught you staring at her big
fat belly button the other day - you know what I'm
talking about, don't you? It's always been twice the
size of a normal child's - and it looks obscene the way
it sticks out like that. I've seen your prick swell up
when she's around Billy - don't you think I notice these
things?"
Peggy had paused the tape then. I could tell she wanted
to talk to me about the situation, and Melanie's father
was just about to unzip his jeans for the camera. I was
sure she'd want to see THAT part later, when I was fresh
and full of cum again. I told Peggy I understood her
concern, but that I would just tell Meagan to stop, and
behave herself. Like I had earlier that day. "She
listens to me when she knows I'm serious honey," I
assured her. Peggy started to giggle then.
"Yeah right, Billy. I can just see it now. Day after
day, she comes home from school, and you from work. Her
little blouses are getting tighter, and she gets hornier
by the hour from those birth control pills. She bounces
around the house without a bra on. She sits in your lap
and plants a big wet kiss on your mouth. She grinds her
young pussy on your pants leg, making your big dick
throb and pulse so hard you cum on yourself. How long do
you think that's going to last? - how many times are you
gonna tell her to behave herself before you break down
Billy - Huh?"
Peggy had a point - to add credibility to it, my dick
had grown hard again just listening to her talk about
it. In my heart I knew she was right, but in my mind, I
still felt that I could deal with my daughter. Our
pizzas had arrived, and everybody was hungry again by
then - even though most of them had consumed two days
worth of calories at lunch. As we ate the pizza, I
thought about all the cheese on it, but I figured what
the hell, we couldn't starve could we? And nobody had
keeled over dead yet.
The younger kids attacked their slices as if they hadn't
eaten in week. They were moaning over how good it was.
"Mmmm, this is like ...so delicious... I just love it
mommy," Meagan said. The others grunted approval, as
they chowed down on the pizza. It was gone in less than
five minutes. I began to wonder if my kids would get fat
from eating so much - but then, that was the least of my
worries. I decided after dinner that I'd get some
samples of the meat, cheese and milk from the Dairy
Queen where Peggy and the kids had eaten lunch.
I wanted the lab to analyze the content, searching for
traces of hormones and whatever else might affect my
family and the rest of the population there. Even a
small trace of the wrong hormone can add up - especially
in foodstuffs consumed on a daily basis.
There was something else too - (flavor enhancers,
maybe?) making this food so irresistible to the kids -
I'd NEVER seen them eat like that. Peggy said she'd get
Meagan and Melissa to move to our room while I was gone
on my mission. She didn't trust them in the room by
themselves with Peter. It was just for the two days we
had left before we moved into the house - so I figured
I'd survive.
It was easy enough to get the samples of food together.
I had to go to the hospital and have the courier get
them to the lab. While I was there, I stopped in at my
own lab to check on things - the rats were all passed
out in their cages. Maggie had left the males in with
the females. They must have drained their little balls
until they lost consciousness.
My computer sat there like a beacon. Calling me to it. I
had a high-speed internet connection, paid for by the
feds - all in the name of research. I decided to do some
research at 'genetic-marvels.com', one of the sites
mentioned on the videotape. I was, after all, a genetic
scientist. I felt it was my duty to check it out.
On the left-hand side of the homepage was a young boy.
They identified him as 'Jimmy Ray', age 10. There were
several paragraphs of text under the bold headline
"Mother Nature's Special Gift" to the right. The text
explained that in certain parts of the country,
inbreeding was a common practice. "And there are
consequences to that inbreeding" it went on to say. They
explained that in some poor rural areas, it had been a
way of life for many generations. There was more:
"Our film crews have captured footage that must be seen
to be believed. This repeated inbreeding, so rampant in
the families we've documented, has produced some rather
astounding sexual characteristics in the younger
generations. Let's just say Mother Nature went a little
overboard here.
"Yes, the young people featured in these films are
endowed beyond your wildest dreams - in ALL the right
places. And they're driven, like animals in heat, to
fuck each other silly. You will drool as you watch
Jimmy's little 8 year old sister lick and slurp and suck
her way up and down his massive prong - rubbing it all
over her sweet face - shoving it up between her swollen
young tits. Suzy simply worships her brother's big dick,
and she knows what to do with it." The description went
on after I hit the link to the next page:
"You'll gasp as he enters her gaping hole - shoving his
big horse-cock so far up his sister's pussy he almost
splits her open. Your tongue will drag the floor as you
watch this boy fuck the living shit out of his sister -
jerking her little body up and down on his monster prick
like she was a rag-doll." BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE, it
said:
For a limited time only - on our BONUS TAPE - you'll get
to watch little sister Suzy as her belly swells with her
brother's babies. You see, we filmed Jimmy fucking the
little girl about a year ago - and month after month,
following that very HOT piece of footage, we shot scenes
of Suzy's progress. That's right - you'll see little
Suzy's pants get tight. Then she won't be able to button
them at all. Soon, she'll leave the zipper hanging open
- then you'll witness a miracle of transformation."
I guess I knew what was coming next in their description
- I had to take my prick out of my pants before I split
them open. The head of it was hovering right under my
chin after I let it loose - I'd become so excited over
this narrative, my prick had swollen so big it was
frightening.
As I scrolled down, a picture of Jimmy and Suzy came
into view. It was an outtake from the first video - Suzy
was on her knees, licking the underside of her brother's
prick. Her little hands were wrapped around the middle
of his prick - but both of them together could not reach
around the fucking thing - his dick was that fat. He was
easily 14 inches long - Suzy looked like such a little
slut, licking on his big prong.
The next picture showed Suzy with that big prick stuffed
up inside her young pussy - it was hard to believe she
could take it all - but she had a devilish grin on her
face, obviously enjoying it. Her pussy lips were
stretched so tight they looked like they would split
open at the seams. I scrolled down to yet another shot
of her - an obviously PREGNANT Suzy. She'd grown so
large, her zipper was hanging open - her bulging belly
spilling out of her jeans. The narrative started up
again, as my prick began to twitch.
"This is just the beginning of a transformation you will
not soon forget. Suzy is only 8 weeks pregnant in this
bulging belly shot. You'll watch her swell with each
coming week of her pregnancy - you'll see her belly get
rounder, fuller - HUGE, as Jimmy continues to stuff
every fat inch of his monster up her knocked up hole.
Little Suzy gets hornier by the day as her bulging
abdomen expands with the growing children inside her -
yes, Suzy will be the proud mother of triplets at the
tender age of 8. We follow her swelling pregnancy all
the way to labor day - you simply will NOT believe the
size of this child as she enters the delivery room.
ORDER NOW."
Well, they didn't offer a shot of Suzy at nine months
gone - that would have cut down on tape sales I guess -
or maybe it would have increased them. At any rate -
they got to me. I had my credit card out before I knew
what hit me, and I ordered the damn thing as I ogled
Suzy's tummy bursting out of those jeans. I heard the
door to my lab open.
Had I been THAT forgetful - leaving the damn door open?
I scrambled to stuff my prick in my pants and close the
window in my browser when I heard a familiar voice:
"Relax mister, it's just li'l ole me." Maggie had a key
to the lab, and had let herself in. She walked over to
my computer station and leaned over my shoulder to see
what was on the screen - mashing her tits into me.
"Oh my goodness, just what does my favorite scientist
have here? Doing some genetic research I see? Genetic-
marvels.com, huh? Now I wonder what's so interesting
about this site?" Maggie reached around my right side
for the mouse, squashing her entire chest into me then.
She scrolled down to another shot of a pregnant Suzy
getting stuffed with Jimmy's cock.
"Now I see - Billy's been a bad boy - looking at naughty
pictures of knocked up little girls. Ooo...this one's
getting FUCKED, and fucked good. Jesus Billy, that kid's
bigger than YOU are - my GOD that's the biggest fucking
DICK I've ever seen in my life. What do they say made
him so HUGE?" I told Maggie they claimed it was all the
inbreeding that turned these kids into freaks of nature,
then drove them to do nothing but fuck all the time.
Maggie was reading the part about the bonus tape and
commented on the little girl then:
"I see where all that fucking got HER, huh Billy? That's
what's got your attention - I know you mister - you
wanna see that girl's belly the day she delivers - all
swollen to bursting with those 3 babies in her tummy.
She will be ENORMOUS Billy. Just like I'm gonna be soon.
I'll make that kid look like a shrimp, sweetie - you
know that? Ooo, I think all this talk about big pregnant
bellies is making Billy VERY horny - maybe Maggie needs
to make Billy feel better."
I knew that was coming - Maggie had been rubbing her
tits on me the whole time she was looking over my
shoulder at the screen. I could feel them swell as she
mashed them on me - I knew she was horny. She let go of
the mouse and reached for my throbbing prick. She jerked
the head of my dick for a minute, then spun the chair
around so we were facing each other.
She got on her knees in front of me and started jacking
me off with both her hands. I couldn't take my eyes off
Maggie's tits. Her uniform had grown even tighter that
day, and her tits simply OOZED out the top of it. She
had to leave the top 3 buttons open she'd gotten so big.
Her belly had swollen to the point she had to leave a
couple buttons open there too. She was about to pop out
of that uniform.
"Ooo, I think I'm gonna climb in your lap and stick this
THING of yours in my pregnant little twat. Oh God, I'm
so WET Billy - you make me so HORNY. I don't have any
panties on - see?" She'd hiked her skirt up to show me
her glistening pussy. Maggie was dripping, sopping wet
alright - her juice was running down her thighs and my
big dick slid into her like she was greased with butter.
Maggie was bouncing up and down on my prick so fast
then, she looked like a blur in front of me.
She looked more pregnant than ever - her big belly
mashing into mine as I fucked the daylights out of her.
She grabbed the back of my head then and pulled me into
her bloated breasts - smothering me with all her bulging
tit-flesh. I slobbered all over her cleavage like a
madman - rubbing my face over every inch of her fat
pregnant bosoms.
She lost control of herself as my dick ran in and out of
her pussy - her hair was flying in every direction, and
she started moaning and panting. "Oh, God...FUCK me
Billy...oh, I was hoping you'd come back here tonight -
I wanted to fuck you so BAD...oh Billy, GIVE it to me...
shove that big fucking DICK in me...I wanna make you CUM
in me!"
The way Maggie was moving, she'd get her wish very soon
- I didn't last long. I came and came and CAME inside
her until it gushed out of her pussy, running out onto
the chair seat under us. That was quite a workout, and
Maggie looked so pleased with herself afterward.
"You really just can't resist a big ole pair of tits and
a swollen tummy can you Billy?" She giggled like a
little girl then. "Maggie's gonna get so big for you...
I'm gonna to drive you right out of your mind with my
big pregnant body. That's right Billy - I'm getting more
pregnant every day - I can SEE it. I can feel it too -
I'm swelling like a balloon - bigger Billy. My belly is
getting HUGE baby. I'm going to have a belly FULL of
babies bulging out in front of me. Right in front of YOU
- every day you come to work."
Maggie was such a tease - I thought about what she'd
said that night, and for days afterward. That is, when I
wasn't thinking about Meagan and her expanding chest. It
was hard to avoid thinking about Meagan - since she and
Melissa were staying in the room with Peggy and me. I'd
see her in her little flannel pajamas - her breasts
about to pop the buttons off the top - her widening hips
and plump round butt about to split the seams on the
bottom.
She needed a bigger pair already, and Peggy had just
bought those pajamas a week earlier. I would drift off
now and then, lost in a fantasy over how big my
daughter's tits would get. Meagan caught me going off
into the ozone one day while I was propped up at the
headboard, sitting in bed - I guess she could tell I had
a far away look in my eye. I heard her all of a sudden,
as though she was calling me from a distance.
"Daddy, what are you thinking about? You look like
you're not even here."
When I came back to reality, Meagan was sitting at the
foot of the bed looking at me. Peggy had left me alone
with her while she and Melissa went to the store. The
child was smirking, as she looked down at her chest. My
pretty little daughter sat there, braless, in a skimpy
tank top stretched across her swollen tits. She gently
rocked her shoulders, causing her bosoms to bounce and
wobble around inside the top.
"You aren't thinking about THESE are you daddy? - My
boobies? They're pretty, aren't they daddy? - see how
big they're getting?"
I just sat there with my jaw hanging open while she
started to giggle. Then she shook her tits from side to
side for me, looking me right in the eye with a big
smirk on her face. "I know you like 'em daddy - you
stare at 'em just like Peter does - with this funny
kinda' look on your face."
I promised Peggy I'd be firm with Meagan, but as I sat
there looking at her, my prick began to twitch like a
snake with its head cut off. Meagan was staring at it as
she began to mash her tits together from the sides. She
tugged on her nipples - twisting and pulling on her fat
rubbery areola till they were big around as doorknobs.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
Then I noticed her bare tummy - her tits stuck out so
far, they drew up the bottom hem of the tank top - there
was a 6-inch gap between it and the waistband of her
panties. She looked like she'd put on some weight in her
middle - her tummy looked so plump, it made her belly
button poke it bigger than I'd ever seen it. I knew how
much she'd been eating, and it turned me on more than it
should have to see where the extra weight was deposited.
I felt as though Meagan was torturing me. She grew more
voluptuous every day - and I could do nothing but watch.
She wobbled around braless in front of me - she teased
me and taunted me, knowing how much it turned me on to
see her growing bigger. She loved every minute of it -
and I could do nothing but watch. I had to put a stop to
the madness. I told Meagan she shouldn't dress like that
in front of her father - or play with herself like that.
I told her she should wear a bra and a shirt instead of
that little top - and to put some pants on. She gave me
a little pout.
"I can't help it daddy - my bras are too tight and they
hurt me. It's 'cause of my boobs - they're getting too
big to fit in my bras. I can't button my pants either
daddy - my tummy's bigger too. Look...it's making my
belly button a real BIG sticky-outie kind...see daddy?"
Meagan poked her tummy out at me, and flicked her
fingers over her distended navel. My God, it was HUGE -
as big as a pregnant woman's, and Meagan wasn't even...
She could see that I was weakened - that I was under her
spell, and she took advantage of it. She got on her
hands and knees and crawled toward me at the head of the
bed. Her breasts swung like cow bells hanging off her
chest. She hovered above my left leg - swinging her
bosoms - letting her nipples graze across my throbbing
prick. I felt powerless to do anything to stop her -
powerless to do anything but moan while she rubbed her
bloated breasts across my prick. My daughter had a
wicked little grin on her face as she watched my dick
swell up in my pants leg.
I'd grown so excited I couldn't move - I couldn't even
think. I was simply CONSUMED with lust for my little
girl and her big tits. Meagan was about to make me cum
on myself when Peggy and Melissa got back. Peggy ran
over to the bed and grabbed Meagan by the shoulders,
pulling her away from me.
"Young lady - you leave your daddy alone - do you hear
me? I've told you NOT to do things like that - not with
Peter, and certainly not with your father. Daddy belongs
to Mommy! - do you understand that? Get yourself dressed
and do it NOW Meagan, before you get a spanking you'll
never forget."
I'd never seen Peggy so upset with her. I think there
was a streak of jealousy developing between my wife and
daughter, and I knew I'd have to be careful in the way I
dealt with it all. Surely Peggy would take pity on me,
and the situation I was in. I hoped she would, anyway.
For the time being she'd kept Meagan at bay, but I
wondered how long it would last - how long it would be
before Meagan would tempt me again. How long would it
take before she succeeded in making me cum all over her,
or worse.
The next couple of days passed so quickly, it all seemed
like a blur. Peggy was getting the last of the furniture
moved into our old farmhouse as I headed off to the lab.
I was anxious to get my test results - the chemical
analysis of the spring water and those PILLS - the ones
dispensed to unsuspecting girls as 'vitamins', and to
Peggy and my girls as 'analgesics'.
My hands were shaking that morning as I picked up the
first page off my fax machine. I guess I should have
known what to expect, but the anticipation was killing
me. The spring water analysis came first - there was a
list over half a page long of ingredients in the water.
Many of them were naturally occurring minerals, but near
the bottom were some very long chemical compounds I'd
never seen in my life. There were explanations for each
of these.
The first was described as "a most complex derivative of
opium, found in miniscule traces - could produce a sense
of euphoria if consumed on a regular basis - could also
act as an aphrodisiac." I guessed that would help
explain the behavior of some of the residents of the
valley - and my own feelings since ingesting the stuff.
The second compound was described as "a stimulant to the
pituitary, structured to expedite and magnify the normal
growth associated with individual genetic
predisposition." Hmm, I thought - it jump-started the
growth process, explaining the early development, but it
also magnified what would eventually happen anyway, when
nature took its own course.
So, my daughters' breasts were partially the result of
my great grandmother's genes after all. They would have
had big tits anyway. This chemical just pushed them to
the next level - they got bigger, earlier. Same with the
penis development - my dad had passed along his genes to
me in that department, and I to my son Peter. The
chemicals took over where nature left off.
Next was a chemical described as "A facilitator, or
delivery system for the other chemical compounds -
enabling the deployment of those compounds in a timed
release sequence. This could offer weeks, (or months,
depending on the volume of ingestion) of systematic
delivery of the chemical compounds listed above." So our
bloodstreams were like a ticking time bomb - the
chemicals would be delivered on a consistent basis for
God knows how long. I was beside myself.
What would happen next, I wondered. My youngest children
were developing at an alarming rate, and were already
attracted to the opposite sex. My daughter was about to
drive me to the brink of insanity - teasing me with her
blossoming young body. Now that I knew the reason for
their overactive libidos - and those of the rest of the
inhabitants - it was little consolation. What could I do
about it? Precious little, I was afraid.
The next page came through - the analysis of the pills.
It confirmed my fears - and worse. They contained large
amounts of Pergonal, a popular fertility drug among
women having trouble conceiving. The lab added that
multiple births were common among less fertile patients
using this drug. Among normally fertile women, or girls,
the results could be staggering. Along with the
fertility drug, this concoction included another
aphrodisiac - a stimulant they likened to cocaine. It
too had a timed-release architecture - "The gift that
keeps on giving", as it were.
So, if I understood all of it correctly, there could be
thousands of people out there, (my family included), who
were pumped full of drugs that were making them horny
out of their minds - their reasoning was clouded by
narcotics, they were bursting out of their clothes from
growth enhanced by hormones, and the females were so
fertile they could populate a small planet in a few
years.
I remembered then, that I hadn't even received an
analysis of the meat and milk yet - it would be several
days before I'd find out. They could prove to contain
ingredients that worked in combination with the others
to produce even MORE staggering results - maybe on a
whole new age group. It was truly frightening to
consider the possibilities.
I thanked my lucky stars that Peggy had the foresight to
put the girls on birth control. They'd started school
that week, and we couldn't watch every move they made.
We knew how horny they were - we'd witnessed that
already, and it scared us to death. As the days went by,
our little girls began to exhibit some of the side
effects from the birth control pills - the ones that
Maggie had warned me about. As if they needed to be any
bigger in the bust, or any hornier than they already
were.
On top of everything else that had happened, it seemed
like a cruel joke - something designed to test the
limits of my willpower. To add insult to injury, Meagan
was leading the pack. Since that day in the hotel, she
was under strict orders from her mother to put a bra on
every morning and keep it on all day. Certain
developments over those past few days however, made
those orders more uncomfortable for my daughter.
Peggy had made the mistake of leaving her alone with
Adam and me one Saturday, while she went shopping with
the others. Adam retreated to his bedroom, and Nintendo
games, as soon than the van pulled out of the driveway.
I was stretched out on the couch, determined to catch a
nap while things were quiet around our bustling
household. But Meagan saw an opportunity, and she seized
it. She walked over to the couch and kneeled down in
front of me - her chest just inches from my face.
"Daddy, I'm scared...I don't know why it's happening so
fast...I gotta show you something...pleeeeze daddy." The
child looked like she was almost in tears, so I stroked
her hair and asked her what was wrong. She began to
unbutton her sleeveless little white cotton blouse. I'd
noticed it seemed tighter than usual - it was stretched
so far out in front, you could see her bra through the
sides of the arm holes - but I thought nothing more of
it. I'd finally grown accustomed to her being so big in
the bust.
She peeled the blouse away from her chest then, and
gestured toward her bra. "Daddy, look at it...look what
it's doing to me. It hurts so bad - and mommy won't let
me take it off."
Meagan had pulled the shoulder straps out as far as they
would go - they were barely connected at the cups - yet
they dug deeply into her shoulders, and the fleshy tops
of her breasts. The cups themselves dug into the middle
of her bosom, right above her areola, causing her breast
flesh to literally burst out over the top. I looked
beneath her breasts at the under-wire, and saw several
inches of bosom oozing out there as well. That HAD to be
painful. She pleaded with me then...
"Daddy, please help me...please unhook this thing...it's
so tight, and I'm so BIG... it's HURTING me daddy." She
removed her blouse completely then, and turned her back
to me. "Pleeeze daddy...I promise I'll be good...just
take it off me!"
I was trembling as I fumbled with the 4 hooks on the
broad body band. I knew Peggy had bought her some new
adult bras last week and altered the sides to fit snugly
around her back. She'd outgrown the ones designed for
busty girls - the ones we'd paid so much for at "Little
Miss Maternity".
I had no idea what size she'd just purchased, and I
gasped when I pulled the tag out. Meagan's ninth
birthday was less than a week away, and she was BURSTING
out of a 34"DD-cup brassiere. I shuddered to think what
size she'd need to fully accommodate all the tit flesh
squeezed into that overflowing bra.
Meagan became impatient as I got only two of the hooks
loose - my hands all sweaty and shaking. "What's the
matter daddy? Can't you get it all the way undone?
Please get me outta this thing!" I twisted and pulled,
and finally got them loose - the body band snapping
forward like a slingshot.
From behind her, I could see the lower slopes of her big
breasts spread out past her ribcage. They bounced and
wobbled from side to side before they finally came to
rest.
Then she turned around to face me. Meagan's breasts had
grown enormous - her areola as wide as the palm of my
hand.
"See what I mean daddy? My TITS are HUGE. There's no way
they'll fit in that fucking bra." I was shocked to hear
those words come out of my little girl's mouth - she'd
always referred to her breasts as 'boobies" and we NEVER
used the "F word" around the house.
I confronted her: "Meagan, where did you learn that
language young lady?" It was just as I suspected: "I
learned it at school daddy - this boy told me I had the
biggest tits in the whole fourth grade. I asked him if
he was talking about my boobies and he said when they
get this big they're not boobies anymore - they're TITS.
Then he said 'You so big girl, you gonna bust out of
that fucking bra.' Is it bad to say that daddy?"
I told her that was not nice language, and she shouldn't
repeat it, then I asked her who that boy was. She told
me his name was Luke - " It was Luke McCabe daddy, and
he's really cute. He said he wanted to play with my
tits, but I said no. I want YOU to play with my tits
daddy."
Meagan had her hands on her hips, slowly twisting at the
waist. Her big bosoms were swaying from side to side. I
could feel my eyes glaze over as I watched them - simply
mesmerized by the sheer mass of her perfectly formed
breasts - a veritable sea of firm young tit flesh -
wobbling around right in front of me. Then I felt
something else. Meagan had reached over and gently began
to stroke my bulging cock. It looked like I had a tree
branch inside my pants leg. My daughter knew what had
inspired the swelling in my pants, as surely as she knew
her name - and she used that knowledge on me.
"There's no use pretending daddy. I already know what
happens when boys look at me - and when YOU look at me
daddy. I make you excited - and it makes your thingie
get bigger. Peter says it feels good when I rub on HIS
big thingie, and I know you like it too daddy - I can
tell. I know what else you wanna do too. You wanna feel
how big and soft and round my TITS are, don't you daddy?
I could tell you liked it when I called 'em that. They
ARE too big to be boobies anymore. Don't you think so
daddy?"
With that, Meagan reached for my right hand and drew it
to her cleavage. She pushed her breasts together,
squashing my hand between them. "See daddy - don't they
feel soft and warm on your hand?" I could do nothing but
nod in the affirmative at that point, as my daughter
continued to stroke my bulging prick. "Feel me daddy -
feel up my big tits while I play with your thingie. I
wanna make you squirt stuff all over, like Peter does. I
know that makes it all better."
Without a thought in my head, much like a zombie in a
trance, my hands found their way to my little girl's big
breasts. I felt up every bulging inch of her pillowy
young tits - I hefted the undersides, gasping at their
weight - I mashed them together, astounded at the
cleavage that ran from her neck, halfway to her navel. I
buried my face between them - licking and sucking on her
nipples and fat rubbery areola. I slobbered all over
every inch of her vast bosom as she jerked me harder and
faster.
Meagan climbed up on the couch then, and sat on my
thighs. She looked down on me over the shelf of her big
young breasts. She unzipped my pants and asked me to
pull them down. "I wanna take your thingie out daddy -
pleeeze. I wanna see you squirt white stuff all over me
- all over my big TITS. Oh, daddy, they feel so NICE
with all that slippery stuff on 'em." Meagan got
everything she wanted that day and more - I was
powerless to argue. When my prick was free, she leaned
over and rubbed it all over her pretty tits - they'd
swollen from all the attention I'd given them.
My God in heaven, I thought to myself - I couldn't
believe what I'd done to her breasts just from feeling
her up and sucking on them. The effects were not lost on
my daughter, as she pointed out to me: "Lookit
daddy...look how BIG you made my tits. See what you get
when you play with 'em? - you get BIGGER ones daddy. You
made me ENORMOUS. Daddy, I know what that does to you -
when you see me get real big. I want you to DO it now.
You know - squirt on me daddy - squirt that stuff on me
- all over these big tits."
Megan had both her hands on my prick - she'd made it so
hard with all her teasing that she couldn't even wrap
them around it, but she tried - boy did she try. Then
she jerked them up and down the entire length of my
shaft - she'd gotten me all slippery with pre-cum, and
her hands were just FLYING over me. She concentrated on
the head then - making quick, short strokes, and rubbing
it all over her bulging young breasts. I thought I would
simply BURST. She must have learned that from Peter I
thought - I knew they'd been 'at it' every time our
backs were turned. "Oh daddy, I can tell it's getting
bigger - oh! ...look how BIG you are - it's gonna happen
now, huh daddy? You're gonna squirt on me now aren't
ya?"
The child had developed an uncanny sense about those
things. In a few seconds, still under her intense
manipulation, I let go with a wad of cum so big it made
her jump back - startled like a kitten. It landed
squarely on her chest, adorning her big fat nipples. She
never let go of me through it all, and delighted in one
big spurt after another. I came like a fountain all over
my daughter's swollen tits. My gushing finally subsided
as she rubbed my softening cock over her wet slippery
bosoms - massaging the head of my prick into her
enormous areola.
Meagan was very pleased with herself as she sat there
looking at me. Some of my cum had landed on her left
cheek, and her tits were COVERED in it. She looked so
pretty with all that cum dripping off her, and she
commented on the volume of it. "Daddy, you were REALLY
full of that stuff...look how much of it you squirted -
it's all over me. You have LOTS more than Peter does
daddy... and your thingie is so much BIGGER."
With that, she began to giggle. "I like making you that
big daddy. You must really like my tits huh daddy? I
made you squirt so MUCH - I bet you really love 'em - I
bet you're gonna love THIS too." She started to lick the
cum off her tits then, lifting them up to her mouth and
slurping on her own nipples like a baby - rubbing them
on her cheeks and her chin. She massaged those big gobs
of cum into her breasts like it was cocoa butter -
grinning from ear to ear as she looked down at me.
Meagan stroked my prick one last time, then kissed me
all over the face. She told me how much fun she had with
me, and asked if she could make me feel better again
sometime. I think my son had turned his sister into a
cum-loving, cock crazy little slut. She knew exactly
what she was doing as she worked me over, and she wanted
more.
CHAPTER 12
"Daddy, we learned how to make a baby in school today!"
Melissa and Meagan announced this in unison as we sat at
the dinner table. I dropped my spoon in the chicken soup
I was eating and just stared at them. It wasn't what I
expected to hear at a time reserved for light, family
conversation. Julie and Jenny had a look of disgust on
their faces as Dee and Deb giggled.
"I was wondering why all those girls we saw were so fat,
and now I know" Meagan giggled. More giggling from the
younger ones ensued - but Julie was not so amused by her
little sister. There was a huge amount of sibling
rivalry between them, and she did her best to be mean:
"They're not fat, stupid - they're PREGNANT." Jenny
couldn't resist getting in her own jab at Meagan: "Yeah
dummy, like in... KNOCKED-UP. They've got a bun in the
oven, you little moron - just like you're gonna have if
you don't quit showing off those big cow-tits of yours."
Peggy gave them all a stern glare and told them it was
not the time or the place to discuss the subject of
making babies - that we'd have to talk about that later.
Meagan was paying no attention to her mother, or her
older sisters. Instead, she was looking right at me from
across the table with one of her knowing smirks.
She'd noticed me ogling her bare midriff more and more
since our little 'encounter' on the couch that day. I'm
not sure she understood why it fascinated me, but she
used every opportunity to poke her big belly button out
in front of me - grinning, as she watched my prick swell
in my pants.
The expression on her face that night told me she'd
discovered EXACTLY why I was so interested in her belly.
She'd learned how girls got pregnant - and what it did
to their bodies. She figured out somehow that it turned
me on - and I was sure she'd use it on me. Just like her
mother had for so many years. Just like Maggie had since
the day we'd met.
Meagan's appetite had continued to grow steadily during
the weeks after she started on the pill. The kid was
eating us out of house and home - and packing on more
weight right where it drove me mad. Between the food and
the birth control pills, my daughter's bust expansion
was out of control. Peggy was bewildered at the prospect
of buying her any more new bras - her tits were already
popping out of the 36"EE -cups she'd gotten just two
weeks earlier.
Meagan's tummy continued to grow as well. Her belly
button had grown so huge, it looked simply obscene - her
pants were so tight she could barely get them buttoned,
and at times, she wouldn't even bother. She'd leave her
cut-offs unbuttoned and parade around in front of me -
so I could see her enormous distended navel bulge out
over the waistband.
She knew it got me hot - and she used it to lure me into
playing with her tits - every time Peggy's back was
turned. Every time she could get me alone in some remote
corner of the house - or the barn - or the basement.
Meagan had staked out every hiding place on the
property, and she knew I'd follow her there as soon as
the coast was clear.
I'd fought the temptation to do any more than nuzzle my
face in her big breasts - or nurse at her monstrous
areola - or flick my tongue over her fat bulging nipples
- any more than splatter her swelling young bosoms with
cum. She was getting so big I began to wonder if there
was any truth to the old myth - the one about cum making
tits grow. She simply LOVED rubbing cum into her tits.
I'd fought the temptation to let Meagan do any more than
jack on my big prick with her little hands - to rub the
head of it in her cleavage - or to lick and suck and
slobber over every inch of it with her hot little mouth.
Meagan simply worshiped my cock. She lavished it with
affection - rubbing it all over her face - licking and
kissing it - nursing at the head of it with her sweet
lips - lapping every drop of hot sticky cum off it with
her talented little tongue. And I simply worshiped HER.
I'd fallen head over heels in love with my daughter.
From her honey blonde pigtails to the freckles on her
nose and her plump, pouting lips - Meagan was adorable.
She'd always had a special spot in my heart - but when
her breasts began to grow, I began to melt down. When
her tummy began to plump, I lost all reason. The
temptation had become overwhelming. With every passing
day, she grew bustier - her little belly plumper, and
she wasn't even pregnant yet.
As horny as she already made me - as big as she'd
already grown, I shuddered to think what she'd look like
all knocked up - her belly so swollen with child -
tenting out the front of a cute maternity dress. The
moment she discovered my passion for pregnant girls, I
knew I was at my daughter's mercy. She occupied my every
thought those days - even as I fucked Peggy silly,
banging her head against the wall in our bedroom, my
thoughts would drift to Meagan.
The way her bosoms strained the buttons on her little
blouses - the way her bra-less young breasts would
wobble under her pajama top. Right before bed was the
one time she was allowed to go without a bra - and she
went out of her way to bounce as much as possible when
she came to kiss us goodnight. She usually managed to
mash her breasts against me in the process.
I guess it was her way of making sure I thought of her
big tits - even as I went to bed with her mother. Peggy
still enforced her rule about the girls wearing
brassieres, and for good reason. She understood,
firsthand, the importance of firm support for big
breasts. She had experienced her own share of growth,
right along with the girls.
With the exception of Julie and Jenny, they had all
grown QUITE large in the chest. As usual, Meagan had the
hardest time keeping a bra on - she continued to lead
the pack in magnitude as well as duration of her growth
spurts. She had consumed so much more spring water than
any of them, and the chemicals were taking their toll -
her bras did not remain comfortable for very long.
Meagan complied with Peggy's wishes though - until her
mother's back was turned. Then she'd set her growing
young breasts free. That fateful day Meagan learned
about babies was one of those occasions. Peggy had made
friends with one of the teachers at school - another
woman in her early 30s that she had a lot in common
with. The woman had two daughters Julie and Jenny's age,
and the kids had become friends as well. They'd all made
a date to see a movie, and I was to stay with the rest
of the kids. I don't think Peggy realized what she was
setting me up for.
Adam retreated to his room right after dinner, as usual.
Meagan and Melissa went upstairs as well, claiming they
had a lot of homework. Peter and Dee disappeared outside
somewhere - something that happened often enough to make
me suspicious - and Debbie joined me in the den to watch
TV. For a minute anyway - Debbie had the attention span
of a 2-year-old, and decided she wanted to play on her
computer.
That left me on the couch to relax - or so I thought. I
had my legs propped up on the coffee table - remote in
hand - ready to watch some football. Not 10 minutes
later, Meagan came down from her room. My jaw dropped
when I saw her, and she giggled at my reaction - she
delighted in the effect she had on me.
Meagan had found one of her mother's old tank tops. The
bright yellow material was almost threadbare, and it was
cut so skimpy that she simply POURED out of it - in
every direction. Her nipples and areola were literally
bursting out the front of it. Meagan looked obscene in
that thing.
It had been one of my favorite summer tops when Peggy
first bought it. She always went around bra-less in it -
the armholes were cut wide to expose the sides of her
big tits - the neckline scooped low to exaggerate her
bulging cleavage. She was still nursing Peter at the
time, and I remembered just how much cleavage she had to
show off - how often the front of it would be soaked
with milk from her huge spurting nipples. It was the
very tank top she wore the day I knocked her up with
Meagan and Melissa.
Now my 9-year-old daughter stood in front of me,
stretching that very top to capacity with her enormous
young breasts. She was smirking at me - knowing exactly
what was going through my mind at the time. Meagan
glanced down at her bosom and smiled - she pushed her
tits together with her forearms and looked back at me.
"They look bigger without that ole bra on 'em - don't
you think so daddy? Lookit...my nipples are poking out -
aren't they just huge? The girl I sat next to in class
today had really big ones too - and she was real big
somewhere else - she had a big tummy daddy - a REALLY
big tummy. After we watched the movie, I knew why she
was so big."
Meagan was all giggles then. I was curious to find out
what kind of 'movies' they were showing these kids. I
asked her to tell me all about it, and she eagerly
complied. She'd already made my dick so big I thought
I'd lose it - and she wanted to see how much hornier she
could make me before I actually did.
"They showed us a movie with this boy and girl in it
daddy. They were in this room with just a bed and a
table, and they were sitting on the bed - the boy
started kissing the girl, and putting his hands on her
tits - then he stuck one between her legs - she really
liked it daddy.
"Teacher told us that's what ya call foreplay - she said
it's when the male and female get each other excited -
and then the boy's thingie got big daddy -she said that
was his penis, and that the boy was gonna put it inside
the girl's vagina. She took her panties off and they
showed us the big hole between her legs. I never knew
that's what you called it. Peter told me that was my
pussy, and he said I had a really big one."
My tongue was dragging the floor at that point -
listening to her talk about what she'd seen was the
hottest thing I'd ever heard in my life. She was looking
right at my prick as she continued. "Daddy, I think I'm
getting YOU really excited - like that boy was - like
when he got on top of that girl. He was so big - I
couldn't believe what he did with his thingie - I mean
his penis - he stuck it in that hole between her legs
and then he moved up and down on her - it made it go in
and out of her.
She liked it too - I could tell 'cause she was hugging
him and saying how good it felt. He started doing it
real fast daddy - they showed it to us from behind his
butt. Then he made this noise - kinda like you make when
you squirt on my tits - then I saw some of the white
stuff come out of her...her vagina - it leaked out
daddy."
I was literally drooling as Meagan told me more about
the 'sex-ed film' she'd seen. "Teacher said that white
stuff was sperm, and it went up inside the girl and
found eggs in her - and when that stuff found the eggs,
it made babies in the girl's tummy. We saw some more
pictures of the girl then daddy - they said it was 6
months after that boy squirted the sperm in her. She was
HUGE daddy - her tummy - it was humungous. Teacher said
she had 4 babies growing in her - that's what made her
so big."
"Cindy, the girl sitting next to me, said she had 3
babies in her tummy - and that her daddy put them there.
She said it felt really good to do what they did in the
movie - that her daddy did it to her all the time, and
she told me how much he loved it when her tummy got all
big. She told me she was gonna get even bigger - and she
said it made her daddy really horny - that it made him
want to stick his thing in her all the time. Cindy said
they called it fucking.
"She said her daddy FUCKED her until he knocked her up.
That means he put babies in her." After all that, my
child asked me some questions that changed our
relationship forever: "Is that what I make you daddy -
horny? Do you wanna squirt sperm in me and make babies
in my tummy daddy? I know you like girls with big
bellies - just like Cindy's daddy does. I watched you
looking at some one day daddy - and your thingie got
big. And I see you looking at MY tummy getting bigger -
and my big belly button too - it's huge daddy.
"Cindy says her babies made her tits bigger too - would
you like that daddy? Do you want my tits to get even
BIGGER?"
I just sat there dumbstruck - unable to answer. Meagan
was petting my prick softly then - I didn't even need to
answer - the size of my cock said it all. She crawled up
on the couch then, and straddled my left leg. She
planted her pussy right on my cock and started humping
up and down the length of it. I'd grown so hard it was
painful - but I could tell my hot little daughter was
having the time of her life.
"I never let anybody touch me down there daddy - I just
played with myself - I wanted YOU to touch me down
there. This is makin' me all wet daddy - my panties are
all wet. Oh daddy - we're BOTH horny - I never saw you
get THIS big - look at it daddy - your thingie is HUGE.
Put it IN me daddy! Put it in my pussy and SQUIRT in me
- Oh daddy, I want some babies in my tummy like Cindy
has! Make some babies in me daddy. Pleeeze."
I knew that day had been coming - I'd fought it for so
long, it seemed - and I lost the battle right there on
the couch. Without a care in the world as to who would
see us, I stood up and pulled my pants off in front of
my daughter - my prick sprang out bobbing and swaying
just inches from her face. I told her to lie down on the
couch and spread her legs open for me. I got on top of
my little girl and pushed my fat knob into her gaping
hole.
Peggy had told me she was putting half her fist into it
while she played with herself, so I didn't figure I'd
hurt her too badly. It was a damn good thing she was so
big, because my prick had grown enormous from all her
teasing. She was simply in awe of it, and the way she
carried on made me grow even larger - and harder.
"Oh daddy...oh God daddy look...look how big I made you.
You really love me don't you daddy...you want to stick
that big dick inside me don't you? I made you so big
you're gonna explode in me huh daddy...you're gonna put
LOTS of sperm in me. Oh you're just so HUGE...Oh
daddy...come on and put more of it in me...make some
babies in me with your big huge DICK... FUCK me with it
- fuck me and knock me up daddy."
I didn't need a second invitation. My daughter was
squirming under me - swirling her pussy around on the
head of my prick like a little whore. Her little friend
Cindy had taught her some very nasty language, and she'd
made me so HOT with it. She was made for this, I thought
to myself. Made to fuck like a bitch in heat. She was
running her little feet up and down the backs of my legs
- then on my butt, as she bucked her hips at me -
coaxing me to fuck her.
I eased it further into her then - just an inch at a
time as she yelped under me. "OUCH daddy...oh it's just
so BIG...oh, oh... it'll be OK... oh that's better... OH
THAT feels better daddy."
I could tell I'd made it past her little hymen - or what
was left of it.
"Oh it DOES feel good... Cindy was right... OOoh daddy!
DO IT now! Stick it ALL the way in me... I want all that
big huge DICK inside me daddy."
I was ready, and so was she - I JAMMED my prick into her
then - grabbing both her butt cheeks in my hands -
lifting her ass off the couch and pulling her pussy down
on my prick as I crammed every inch of it into her. It
would have destroyed most little girls that age - but
Meagan was ready for it.
She was dripping, sopping wet and her body just screamed
to be fucked. She had no trouble at all accommodating my
huge prong and she bucked her hips toward me like she
couldn't get enough. She was panting and moaning like
she was about to cum. She was so wet we made loud
slurping and sucking noises as I pounded my prick in and
out of her.
"Oh daddy it feels so GOOD...Feel how wet I am?...Cindy
and Dee were right daddy...oh God...it's
so...fucking...GOOD. I wanna feel it inside me daddy - I
want that sperm in me - SQUIRT it in me... pleeeze
daddy." Meagan had lost control - wriggling under me -
fucking her hips back at me like a little animal. She
reached up and pulled my face down to hers - she started
kissing and licking over every inch of my face -she
stuck her tongue in my mouth and French kissed me -
hugging my neck while I fucked the living shit out of
her.
Then my daughter whispered in my ear, panting - just
like her mother had done 9 years ago, the night we made
her and Melissa. "Daddy, I want you to get me... oh God
daddy...I wanna be preg... oh... oh... I want you to get
me PREGNANT daddy. I want a BIG tummy... a big huge
tummy full of babies, daddy - YOUR babies. Oh daddy
look... you're already making me bigger... look what
you've done to my TITS from fucking me like this."
She knew what that would do to me - talking about how
big her tits were getting. I'd been too busy ramming my
cock in and out of her to notice, but she'd swollen so
large her nipples were about to pop right through the
material of that tank top. Peggy had pretty well worn it
out through all her nursing, and it was barely hanging
on. I looked down at her and watched as she mashed them
together from the sides for me.
"Daddy, if you knock me up, they'll get so much
BIGGER... you know that, don't you? I'll be so HUGE! You
want them to get bigger, don't you daddy? - you want me
to have ENORMOUS titties, huh daddy?" She never missed a
stroke as she looked down at her swollen breasts.
Something happened then that made Meagan's wish come
true - made me cum like a fire hose inside her. I heard
it... I saw it... but I just didn't believe it - Peggy's
tank top began to rip. I watched it as it happened -
Meagan's breasts had swollen so large from all that
fucking, it could no longer contain her abundance - her
nipples and areola burst right through the threadbare
material - right before my very eyes.
It simply pushed me over the edge - it made me EXPLODE
inside her. I kept blasting gob after gob of hot sticky
cum in her as I looked down at her huge areola sticking
out through the material - God it was so... obscene.
Wilder than any fantasy I could have imagined. My little
girl's tits got big enough to burst right through her
clothes, and I simply went mad with lust for her.
I fucked her harder and harder - pounding her head
against the arm of the couch - dumping as much cum in
her as I possibly could, and loving every minute of it.
She looked so nasty lying there getting her pussy pumped
full of cum. I didn't care at all that she was my
daughter - that there'd be hell to pay - all I could
think about is how happy I'd be when her belly began to
swell - how horny she would make me when she grew out of
one big brassiere after another because her tits just
got too fucking huge. I imagined what it would be like
to watch her week after week - as her clothes got
tighter - her supple young body blossoming with new life
inside it.
Just as I thought I'd emptied my balls inside her, I
pulled my prick out, kneeling down in front of her. She
spread her legs open then - I could see my cum oozing
out of her - forming a puddle under her butt. God she
looked like such a little slut - I felt like I'd lose it
again as she started tugging on her nipples. "Look what
you did to me daddy - you made my tits so big, my
nipples busted right outta this top. I wanna feel your
cum on my face now - I wanna taste it daddy - I love
your cum so much daddy - shoot it in my mouth - CUM on
me daddy."
I was stroking my prick then - it was still so swollen
it was painful. I don't know how, but there was still a
BIG load in my balls, and I couldn't wait to get it out.
My daughter was smiling up at me then - she'd opened her
little mouth slightly and started licking her lips -
"Right here daddy - cum right here - move closer to me
and cum all over my mouth - all over my face - I want
your cum all over me daddy."
That did it - I lost control and started to spew again.
A big fat rope of it flew at her face - plastering
itself right across her mouth and cheeks. I was jerking
on my prick like a madman - and spurting cum ALL over my
little girl. It landed in her hair - it went up her nose
- it dribbled off her chin. I even had enough to dump
some on her tits - as if they needed any more. Meagan
was licking it off her lips then, scooping it up off her
face with her fingers and sucking on them. Lifting her
tits up to her mouth and lapping up gobs of my cum like
it was ice cream.
"Mmmm, daddy I made you cum so MUCH... I really DO make
you horny...you really DO love me daddy. Oh daddy, I
love YOU too and I love to FUCK you daddy, oh you make
me feel so GOOD."
Just then I heard noises - giggling, and whispering. I
looked over toward the staircase, and there at the foot
of it were Deb and Melissa - sitting on the bottom
steps. They'd been watching us! Watching me fuck the
living shit out of their sister - watching me cum all
over her face and tits. They were grinning from ear to
ear as they looked at us from across the room. I asked
them how long they'd been sitting there.
Deb spoke up first: "Long enough to know what gets YOU
all hot daddy - as if we didn't already know that." They
both started giggling again at that point. "Long enough
to see that big huge dick of yours - no wonder Meagan's
always talkin' about it. You really ARE a lot bigger
than the boys at school." What a difference a few weeks
at school made. It seems my sweet little girls had
gotten quite an education from their classmates - and
that movie they'd seen.
The girls moved into the den and sat on the floor at the
foot of the couch while I got dressed. Meagan continued
to lick the cum off her tits - smiling at them. I asked
them just what they knew about the boys at school.
Meagan answered for them: "They've been letting the boys
on the school bus play with 'em daddy - feel up their
tits and spurt cum all over 'em. I watched 'em - at
first they did everything but let the boys stick it
in... you know... put it in their pussies. But now
they're fucking their brains out - Debbie's got quite a
reputation at school daddy."
Melissa spoke up for she and her sister then "Yeah
daddy, everybody knows Debbie likes 'em BIG boys dicks I
mean, she likes the really HUGE ones. I do too daddy.
It's not our fault. We just got so horny - we couldn't
help it - Peter spends all his time with Mommy and Dee,
and Meagan has you. We had to have somebody to play with
- somebody to rub our big titties - they get all sore
and swollen daddy - see?"
Melissa peeled her tight top off over her head then, and
yanked her bra cups down under her tits. Like her twin
sister, she had far more tit flesh in her bra than I
could have ever imagined. Her bosoms jutted out like a
shelf from her chest - pushed up and out by the bra
underneath them.
She gestured toward Meagan: "I'm not as big as Miss Moo-
Cow here, but I'm growing - see? There's a way you can
make me bigger too daddy - a lot bigger - like our
friends at school are."
They all giggled then - all three of them knew what made
their daddy weak-in-the-knees horny. Debbie had a
devilish grin on her face as she watched me. She sat
next to me on the couch and yanked her t-shirt off. She
started feeling herself up as she saw me drool over her
big tits.
I hadn't seen her nipples since the day they'd started
to sprout, and I had to gasp when she took her bra off.
They looked like big fat thumbs sticking out of her
pebbly areola - twice the size they'd been just a few
weeks earlier. I didn't understand why, but her nipples
were so much bigger than her little sisters'.
Debbie looked obscene as she sat there pulling on them
and smiling at me. "I wonder how big these things would
get if they were full of milk daddy?" She giggled then,
and her sisters joined in. Melissa got up and stood in
front of me. She cupped her hands a good 6 inches in
front of her chest as she looked down at me on the
couch.
"We'd be out to HERE daddy, our tits would get HUGE, and
that's not all that would get huge if we got knocked-up.
Huh daddy? That's what makes you so horny isn't it?"
Melissa stretched her arms out in front of her belly
then - holding them out as far as she could reach. "We'd
have a tummy THIS big daddy." They all started to giggle
when they saw my dick grow hard again.
Debbie leaned over and whispered in my ear then, mashing
a swollen nipple into my arm "All we have to do is talk
about it, huh daddy - talk about... big... pregnant...
bellies. We'll make you so horny you won't be able to
help yourself - you'll have to fuck us silly, like you
fucked Meagan. You know we could all be pregnant right
now, don't you? We could have babies in our tummies -
growing bigger daddy."
My youngest twins looked curious about what Debbie was
whispering in my ear, but not for long. Melissa began
licking the rest of my cum off Meagan's tits - slurping
and slobbering all over her nipples. Meagan held her
head, moving it from one to the other as she moaned with
pleasure. It seemed like they'd done this before, the
way they were going at it.
I'd been so consumed with the fantasy of Meagan all
knocked-up that I'd forgotten we put the girls on birth
control. It was unlikely that any of them were pregnant,
no matter how many big dicked boys had been pumping cum
in them - no matter how much I'd dumped in Meagan just
then. I didn't have the heart to spoil the fun for them.
I thought I'd just let them believe they could get
knocked up - and I was still lost in the fantasy of
their tummies getting big right before my eyes.
I told my little girls we'd better pull ourselves
together - that their mother and sisters would be home
soon - that they should go find Peter and Dee. They just
giggled - obviously aware of something I'd missed. Deb
let me in on it: "If I know those two, they'll be at it
for hours. They've been fucking like dogs every chance
they get daddy."
It amazed me how oblivious I'd become to my surroundings
- two of my children had been fucking their brains out
for weeks and I knew nothing about it - I'd been too
absorbed in my own lust for Meagan. Something my
daughters said led me to believe that Peggy was getting
stuffed with our son's big young prick too. The girls
had worked me into a lather with all that talk of
fucking and wanting to get pregnant.
They had me right where they wanted me - I was helpless
to resist them as I sat there and let Debbie pull my
dick out. She kneeled down in front of me and slipped
her lips over the tip of my cock - her tongue darted
around the head of it as she looked up at me.
She tried to fit the head of my big prick in her mouth,
but it was no use - it had swollen bigger than her fist
from all the excitement. She was simply in awe of its
size. It dwarfed her little hands as she stroked it up
and down, slurping on the end of it. I was hypnotized as
I watched her big nipples grow fatter - longer.
Debbie looked like a freak of nature - her nipples stuck
out of her tits like spigots, and they were easily 2
inches in diameter. She knew they were making me horny
out of my mind, and she began to tease me about it.
"Looks like these nipples are getting you all excited
daddy - are you thinking about how huge they'll be when
I get pregnant? Is that what's making you big as a
horse? Huh daddy? Oh you're just so ...your dick is
so... HUGE... look at it...it's a monster daddy."
Debbie was right - it had grown larger than my forearm
from all her manipulation, and talk of how big her
nipples would get. She climbed up on my lap then -
ignoring my suggestion that we get ourselves together
before her mom got home - and I was too horny at that
point to protest. "I've got to have this thing inside of
me daddy - I want to see what something this big feels
like in my pussy - God you're ENORMOUS... fucking HUGE
daddy... I want you to FUCK me with this thing."
Debbie wasn't waiting for my consent - she positioned
her dripping wet pussy right on the head of my prick and
eased herself down on it. "So this is what it's like to
fuck a horse," she said. "I thought I'd had some big
ones inside me at school... but... oh GOD daddy...
you're just so...you're gigantic!" Debbie picked up the
pace then - sliding up and down on my prick like a whore
- gyrating on it - twitching and wriggling so fast I
felt the cum rising in my balls not two minutes into it.
She had her hands on my shoulders - her big nipples
bulging out right in front of my face.
"Just imagine them twice this big daddy...my
nipples...bigger...SO much bigger, and squirting milk
daddy. All you have to do is cum in me...over and over
daddy...and it'll happen - I'll get pregnant - you'll
make me so big and pregnant my nipples will get HUGE. Oh
daddy...FUCK me."
She'd lost control at that point - her hair was flying
around wildly as she rode my dick up and down - faster
and harder she slammed her little pelvis into mine -
fucking me like a mink. I knew I wouldn't last long at
that rate - she had me so worked up I was about to spew,
and I didn't care if it went inside her - I just wanted
some release from the agony of all that built-up cum in
my balls.
"It's getting bigger daddy, I can feel it... your
DICK... oh GOD daddy you're gonna... it feels like
you're gonna CUM." My little girl knew just what was
happening as I grabbed her by the ass cheeks and started
lifting her up and down on my prick like a rag doll. I
was fucking the shit out of my daughter - jamming every
inch of my huge swollen prick in her - over and over and
over - I fucked it in and out of her until I just
couldn't hold it back any more. I let go inside her as I
watched the look of shock on her face.
"Oh daddy... it feels like you spurted all the way up in
my throat! Oh... CUM in me daddy... keep CUMMING in me."
Debbie continued to wriggle her pussy on my cock -
milking every big fat glob of cum out of my balls like a
little slut. She seemed to love it so much, I could tell
she'd been at it for a while - her vagina went into
spasms on my cock as she jerked up and down. "GOD I love
the way it feels daddy - all your cum inside me - all
that sperm in my little pussy... FUCK me daddy... fuck
some more of it in me and make me HUGE with babies."
Debbie knew just what it took to turn me into a raving,
cum spurting maniac. The image of her with a belly full
of my babies was too much to handle - I kept cumming
inside her like I hadn't been fucked in a week - bolt
after bolt of it splattered her insides as she sucked it
out of me. She finally slowed down, as my prick began to
dribble the last of the cum into her sopping wet pussy.
Debbie stuck her tits in my face then, and pushed one of
her nipples in my mouth. "Suck on it daddy - suck on my
big fat nipple like a baby."
It was heavenly to suck on Debbie's rubbery areola. I
was simply exhausted, but so high from it all I felt
like I was on some kind of heavy narcotics. I had just
emptied my balls inside two of my young daughters and
all I could do was revel in the pleasure of it all -
with none of the guilt or remorse I would have felt just
a few weeks ago. I slurped and sucked and slobbered all
over her big chest as she continued to wiggle her pussy
on my cock. I was still hard, after all that - hard from
all the excitement and the images I'd conjured of my
little girls growing so hugely pregnant."
Just then we heard the front door slam. It jerked me
back to reality, and I was terrified at the thought of
Peggy walking in on us right then. Debbie slid off my
prick and scrambled to find her clothes while I made a
feeble attempt to pull my pants up. Melissa never missed
a beat - she just kept licking my load off her sister's
swollen tits.
We were all relieved to see it was Dee and Peter -
coming in from what appeared to be quite a little
'session' outside. Dee looked like she'd been through a
gang-bang. Her hair was plastered to the side of her
pretty face with a mixture of sweat and cum - lots of
cum. More of it adorned the shelf of her bosom - her
blouse had been ripped open and she stood there in front
of us with her tits bulging out the top of her big bra -
they were COVERED in thick globs of boy-cum.
I got weak in the knees when I looked down and saw the
insides of her thighs. More cum was pouring out of her
pussy - glistening as it oozed out of her in a little
trail all the way down to her ankles. Peter had fucked
her silly, and used her body as a cum-dump. Like me, he
still had a hard-on, and I had to gasp when I saw the
size of the fucking thing. Meagan noticed it too, and
couldn't resist a comment.
"Peter, your dick is fucking HUGE! How did he get so BIG
daddy? He...he's almost as big as you are." Dee answered
her question as she rubbed her brother's cum into her
swollen tits: "I think I make him horny with these
things." She started to giggle then, and added "he's
been growing - every time we fuck, he gets bigger than
the last time - I think he's gonna get big as a horse."
We could all see that Peter had grown - the girls were
just speechless, gawking at his huge member - but it
still didn't answer Meagan's question.
I felt it was about time to level with my kids - to tell
them why we were ALL growing so large - why we were so
horny all the time - why we couldn't help fucking each
other like animals. I told them about the water, the
'pain pills' they'd taken - the possibility that our
meat and milk contained traces of bovine hormones. Last
but not least, what the birth control pills were doing
to their tits, and their sex drives.
I explained why their mother and I wanted to protect
them by putting them on the pill to begin with - that we
were afraid they would get pregnant at such a young age
- like so many other girls in the valley had. Why it was
so important that they take their pill every day. That
if they DID get pregnant, with all those fertility drugs
in their systems, they could end up having more than one
baby - maybe as many as 5 or 6 babies. That their
bellies would get so big they wouldn't be able to walk,
or even stand up straight.
As I continued - telling them how sorry I was they'd
been exposed to those chemicals, I heard Meagan utter a
little "oops." The others giggled under their breath. I
was almost afraid to ask, but I just had to know. I told
Meagan to explain - "Oops, what?" I asked her. I cringed
at the thought that ran through my head.
"Well, you see daddy..." Her sisters were all giggling
openly then. "We haven't exactly been taking those pills
every day, like mommy told us to. I forgot one day, then
Melissa did, and well, we all forgot to a few days...but
we took 2 or 3 of 'em to make up for it, and our tits
got really HUGE. I'm sorry daddy. Are we gonna be OK?
Are we gonna be in trouble with mommy?"
I was livid with Peggy at that moment for not making
sure our kids were on the pill...witnessing the daily
dose of the only protection they had from swelling up
like pregnant little cows. To think the children were
worried about getting in trouble with her. That was the
least of their problems.
I'd already learned how sexually active Debbie and
Melissa had been at school, Dee had been getting reamed
3 times a day by her brother, and I'd just deposited
enough sperm in Meagan to impregnate half the girls in
fertile valley. mind was reeling...what would I do - I
remembered searching my brain for a solution - a
solution that didn't exist. Peggy was a devout Catholic,
and abortion would be out of the question. I was amazed
she'd let us even practice birth control after Meagan
and Melissa were born - but she was worn out from it
all.
I was afraid for my young daughters...concerned for
their fate, and their health. I was also concerned for
my sanity at that point. If they WERE all pregnant, they
would all be VERY pregnant. How would I deal with the
sight of my 4 little girls swelling out of their clothes
in a matter of weeks? First their breasts - overflowing
one bra after another - then their bellies - stretching
the waistband on their little pants till they couldn't
get them buttoned any more.
Like so many times before, my concern drifted away as my
thoughts turned to something else. There could be
embryos inside my girls...lots of them...g-r-o-w-ing. It
made me horny again...so horny Meagan made a comment
about it - pointing and snickering.
"Well, I guess you're not TOO sorry we were exposed to
all that stuff, huh daddy? I think you LIKE us big like
this. You know what? I think it's making you horny...
knowing I might be knocked up...you thought you
couldn't, and now you know...you know there might be
babies in me, huh daddy...you know I might get a BIG
belly...just like Cindy has!!"
Melissa was in a trance, watching my cock grow -
swelling out my pants leg - making its way to my knees.
She came over and rubbed her face all over it and
stroked it with both her little hands.
"Oh daddy, it makes you so horny doesn't it? Thinking
about us getting so big? You're even bigger than that
black boy that fucked me on the school bus today... he
was HUGE, like a horse ...he had a great BIG one
daddy...a BIG fucking dick, and he CAME inside me. I
could have his babies in my tummy daddy...he sure
squirted a lot of his stuff in me."
Melissa began to unzip my pants when we heard the doors
slam shut on the van outside. Peggy, Julie and Jenny
were home. The girls all scrambled to pull themselves
together - fortunately they'd already started to get
dressed, and had cleaned up most of the cum I'd spurted
all over them. They all scurried upstairs, leaving me
alone on the couch. I turned the TV on and sat there in
a daze as Peggy walked in.
It was late - the movie they'd gone to see was a long
one. Lucky for me, they were all tired and went straight
to bed. Peggy told me she'd see me in the morning, and
gave me a little kiss on the cheek. She seemed to sense
something, but I guess she was too tired to bother
asking me about it. I joined Peggy about an hour later,
after passing out on the couch from exhaustion.
I fell asleep next to my wife that night about 10
seconds after my head hit the pillow. The next morning,
I was grateful for the good night's sleep I got. It was
a big day. I'd been hounding the lab I'd sent the food
sample to. For a week, they'd promised me the results -
then I found out the idiots lost the samples. I sent
more - then they got backlogged again. The day had come
when I was finally to get the analysis on the meat and
milk products my family had consumed at the Dairy Queen
that day.
The fax was 3 pages long - detailed descriptions of a
dozen hormones and the possible side effects to humans
if they were ingested in enough volume. The beef was
riddled with testosterone - known to increase aggressive
behavior in male as well as female subjects. That helped
explain my kids' particularly forward behavior.
One chemical in the milk was designed to increase the
size and quantity of milk ducts in the dairy cattle.
Maybe that was the reason Debbie's nipples were so huge,
I thought - but what about the rest of the girls? Would
they be next? The analysis continued - bovine fertility
drugs, sperm count enhancers, estrogen...the list went
on and on.
Finally, the report said that none of the experimental
methods had been approved by the FDA - That they were in
serious violation of their standards, as well as those
of the EPA, and they posed a health threat to the entire
community. The lab had called the Dairy Queen and gotten
the name of their beef and milk purveyor - Fertile
Valley Farms - and reported them to both agencies.
There would be feds in town within a day's time to
investigate. Maggie walked in and saw me reading the
fax. She told me the FBI had been at the hospital,
asking questions about all the underage girls in the
maternity ward. They had apparently discovered that
someone in the valley was operating a child pornography
site that involved pregnant girls.
That same week, I was to be joined by my cohorts from
the welfare department to help sort out the 'problem' in
the valley. The place would be crawling with people from
4 different government agencies in a matter of days, and
I was up to my eyeballs - right smack in the middle of
the 'problem.'
When I got home that night, I couldn't help looking at
my daughters, and Peggy - looking for any changes that
may be the result of the chemicals I'd read about. I
don't think it was my imagination - their nipples were
more pronounced - fatter, and longer.
They had a look of lust in their eyes, and they were
groping each other - or me - at every opportunity. It
was behavior, and physical development consistent with
the chemicals listed in the faxed report. The next
morning, I awoke to the sound of my pretty wife throwing
up in the master bathroom.
CHAPTER 13
The sound of Peggy in the bathroom that morning was one
I'd become very familiar with in the early years of our
marriage. There was no mistaking it - it didn't take a
scientist to figure out what was going on. The evidence
was more apparent when she returned to our room and sat
down next to me on the bed.
My wife's breasts stretched the front of her nightgown
taut across her darkened nipples and areolas. The pebbly
patches of flesh capping her swollen tits were big
around as the palm of my hand, and her nipples stuck out
like thumbs through the sheer fabric. Peggy looked like
she could nurse a calf with those things. I stared at
them in wonderment - like I'd seen them for the first
time.
She pulled her nightgown over her head then, causing her
fat tits to tumble free and quiver like water balloons -
slapping together until they finally came to rest. She
looked down at herself and watched my reaction as I
gasped at the sight of her. My wife's tits weren't the
only things that were swollen. Her belly looked like it
did when she was 3 months along with our youngest twins
- she was already showing a little bulge.
Yes, it looked like Peggy was pregnant again. But how
could that happen, I wondered - and show up so quickly?
She had been on birth control, (or so I thought) and I'd
been pulling my prick out of her before I came, to watch
my more copious loads slap across her tits and face.
I even remembered her bitching about her last period -
just a month ago - how heavy and painful it was. And
yet, there she sat before me - visibly pregnant. How
could I not have noticed? At that moment, I realized how
neglectful I'd been - and how consumed I was with my
overdeveloped 9-year-old daughter. Meagan - and her
growing tits - was all I'd been able to see that past
month.
Peggy held her head down then - she had a sheepish look
on her face like a kid caught red-handed at some sort of
mischief. I could see she wanted to tell me something.
"Bill honey, I don't know how to say this but..."
I stopped her, leaned over and hugged her to me. I told
her she didn't have to tell me anything that I had
perfectly good eyes and that she certainly was an
eyeful. "That's not it sweetie, it just that. I know
exactly when it happened - I can always tell when I'm
getting pregnant and... oh dear God Billy, I'm so
sorry!"
I held Peggy in my arms and told her she had nothing to
be sorry about - that I was the one who should be sorry
for bringing the family to this weird place.
I sensed that there was something else Peggy wanted to
tell me, but I was late for work and I had plenty to
catch up on. I remembered that Maggie had scheduled a
"study family" interview for me - the Hatfields. They
were the latest in a long series of family interviews I
was conducting to determine a pattern of physical
development in the younger girls.
I wanted to learn as much as I could - as quickly as I
could - about the combination of drugs my family (and
countless others) had ingested. I needed to know the
full potential impact on them, from a physical as well
as behavioral standpoint. I'd already seen some of the
effects on my family, first hand. I shuddered to think
of how much more was in store for them, and how quickly
the additional changes would take place.
On the way to the Hospital, I pondered my latest
discoveries: Over the past 10 years, the average age
when girls hit puberty had dropped - considerably. For
reasons yet unknown to me, that downward trend had
accelerated during the past 18 months, and it
corresponded with a marked increase in pregnancy among 9
and 10 year old girls.
The situation could best be described as epidemic - all
it took was a visit to the local grade school to confirm
my research findings. And I had done just that after I
first saw the data. It was one thing to plot statistics
on a graph, and quite another to see the trend in real
life. Half the 4th graders I saw in the hallway were
waddling behind a belly that completely overwhelmed
their young bodies. That meant they were barely 9 when
they conceived - maybe even younger.
Among the 5th graders, the percentage was even more
staggering. I wanted more accurate data on the older
girls, so I did a head count with the school principal.
83% of the 10 year olds were visibly pregnant. There was
no way to tell about the ones that weren't showing -
short of administering a pregnancy test - but I
suspected a lot more of them would soon have trouble
buttoning their jeans.
Many of the older girls, like the 4th graders I'd seen,
were carrying more than twins in their huge bellies. The
principal pointed out dozens of them at full term with
their SECOND pregnancy. I couldn't help but wonder what
combination of chemicals these kids had ingested - and
if my own children would end up like them. I hoped the
Hatfields would provide more insight.
Just when I thought I'd seen it all, I was taken aback
by this new study family - and their daughter Molly.
When I arrived, she was seated on the couch in my
conference area. Next to her was a boy of about 10, who
I guessed to be her brother. Their parents had seated
themselves at the conference table next to the couch,
and looked over at the two children - beaming with
pride.
On either side of the parents sat two other children -
twin sisters, who appeared to be a year or so younger
than the boy. Like many of their classmates, the two
were quite swollen with child - their chairs were pushed
back a good two feet from the table to accommodate their
enormous middles. The pretty children smiled sweetly at
me as they lazily rubbed their bulging tummies. One of
them, introduced as Ellie, appeared to be quite taken
with her father.
It was little Molly Hatfield that grabbed my attention
though - and held it. Her parents became quite amused as
they watched me stare at her - with my jaw hanging open,
and my eyes bugging out. My gaze was not lost on Molly
either - she looked me right in the eye and flashed an
impish grin as she began to stroke her brother's
swelling cock through his pants leg. As I continued to
stare at the little girl, I appreciated the boy's
predicament - you'd have to be in a coma to avoid an
erection around Molly.
She had the loveliest flaxen blonde hair I'd ever seen -
thick, golden and flowing past her shoulders. I got lost
in her pretty freckled face and big blue eyes - until I
saw the rest of her. Like so many girls in the valley,
Molly had been blessed with abundance in my favorite
area - her breasts were HUGE in proportion to her little
body. She was bra-less, and I could see her fat nipples
and areola poking out the front of her crop-top like
spigots. I just kept wondering... how on earth?
As my eyes traveled downward, there was evidence that
new life was growing in Molly - but just the beginnings
of it. Her cut-off jeans were way too tight to button,
and her bare midriff bulged deliciously over the
waistband, splaying the zipper open to each side. Like
Meagan, the kid had one of those huge fat "outie" belly
buttons. It stuck out of her knocked-up tummy like a big
nipple. She saw me looking at it and giggled, flicking
her fingers over the thing. The fact she was pregnant
helped explain the size of her breasts - but it was
still hard for me to comprehend.
None of this would have shocked me of course - except
for one variable - and I kept staring at her in
disbelief. Her pretty teenaged mother was snickering at
that point, and she finally broke the silence. "Looks
like you're a might taken with our young-un, huh Doc?
She's kinda over-growed for her age." I nodded my head
in agreement, without taking my eyes off the little
girl's tits. Her mother continued.
"Happened 'bout a year ago - her little tops got awful
tight from her titties a-swellin' up - and she just kept
on a-growin'. Fore long, she needed her'sef a big ole
bra-zeere like her sisters. Our boy Johnny couldn't keep
his hands off her no more by the time them tits o'hers
got so big. He's pretty well growed his-self - but I
guess ya can see that." Again, I nodded in agreement as
the boy's cock crawled down his pants leg. "He done made
our Molly even bigger. I guess ya can tell she's gonna
be all swole up with young-uns 'fore long."
I was close to drooling as I watched the well-endowed
pregnant child rub her brother's enormous prick. The
head of it had reached his left knee - and his jeans
were about to give way. I finally mustered the ability
to stammer out a question: "H... how... how old is
Molly?"
Her mom got a nice chuckle out of it before I got a
reply. "I could tell you was bustin' a gut tryin' to
figure that out. She ain't no older than she looks Doc -
jus' turned 7 last week. Yer eyes ain't lyin' to ya. She
done growed up quicker than most, that's all. The young-
un's a eyeful, huh?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing - but my eyes told
me it was true. It struck me right away how young she
looked - that's why I kept staring in disbelief. I just
didn't think it was possible for a girl that age to be
so... developed - and already knocked-up! But it WAS
possible - the evidence was right in front of me - and I
couldn't take my eyes off her. She was simply beautiful
- stacked out of her ever-lovin' mind - and PREGNANT for
God's sake. It took me a minute to fully comprehend what
I was looking at - to appreciate it in the context of
everything I'd seen before.
I was looking at a pregnant first grader.
I was looking at a knocked-up 7-year-old girl with tits
the size of her head.
Apparently, Molly was a horny little thing too. Heaven
only knows what insane mixture of hormones was coursing
through the little girl's veins. She simply couldn't
keep her hands off her big brother. She ran her little
hand up and down the length of his cock then - faster
and harder, and it had quite an effect on the boy. Molly
started giggling when she noticed what she'd done.
"Mama, I done got Johnny's thang all swole up again...
LOOK!" Molly's mom seemed mildly annoyed at her
daughter's behavior, but I could tell she'd grown
accustomed to it. "You young-uns behave yerselves, you
hear me? You ain't at home ya know!"
Her words fell on deaf ears - and Molly proceeded to
unzip her brother's jeans, right there on my office
couch. In no time she had the boy's fat cock out - and
she was yanking on the thing like a girl possessed. She
worked the boy into a frenzy - wrapping both her little
hands around the shaft of his overgrown dick and pumping
on it.
The angry purple head of the boy's big prong looked
about to burst when Molly let go of it suddenly. She
stood up then, and looking me right in the eye, yanked
her cut-offs down around her ankles and stepped out of
them. She turned around to face her brother and climbed
up on the couch - straddling his lap. She had no panties
on, so I could see her plump little bottom wiggling with
her every move. Molly propped her hands on his shoulders
while he lifted her up by the hips. He positioned her
hairless little pussy above the head of his big swollen
prick and eased the tip of it inside her.
The boy was trembling he was so horny - and he wasn't
the only one. Little Molly was glistening from the juice
running down the insides of her pretty thighs - she was
dripping, sopping-wet horny for her big-dicked older
brother. She eased herself down on his shaft then, as I
gasped at the sight of it all. The boy's prick was the
size of his forearm by then - but his pregnant 7-year-
old sister was taking it up her pussy like a bitch in
heat. The kids were ravenous for one another.
Molly had her tongue in his mouth then - they started
sucking face as she slid up and down on his pole like a
little mink. With no regard to where they were or who
was watching, the boy began to fuck the living shit out
of his cute little sister. Her pussy lips were stretched
to the point I thought she'd split open - they were all
swollen and red, and hugging his shaft like a glove. He
looked so HUGE moving in and out of her little hole. But
she just kept fucking him - moaning and whimpering as
she moved faster and harder - then I saw the boy's face
twist up. At the pace they were going, I wondered how
the boy could hang on to his load.
Molly's moaning got loud then - she was wiggling her
butt so fast it was a blur - jacking him off with her
little pussy. He was yanking her up and down his bloated
cock in rhythm with her movements as she pumped her
pelvis back at him - and talking about how good it felt.
"Johnny... I kin feel you a'growin up inside me... I
like it when you git this big... Oh Johnny, you done got
HUGE!... It feels so GOOD up in me - kin ya feel it
Johnny?... oh... OH... it feels like you gonna BUST!" I
sat there in awe as his massive cock slammed in and out
of the horny little girl.
The parents were watching their children with a curious
combination of pride and yearning - especially the
father. He was looking at Molly like a starving man
might look at a juicy steak. Molly turned to look at her
father with that same impish grin she'd given me earlier
- never missing a stroke as she fucked her brother
silly. She knew she was turning her father on. Molly's
mother noticed the unspoken communication between the
two - it seemed like this was business as usual. She
looked at him and giggled - egging him on.
"You might as well go ahead... it ain't like the Doc
never seen nothin' like this before - and you gonna bust
anyways - I know Ellie's been foolin' with ya." The man
stood up to reveal a hard throbbing cock that dwarfed
the one fucking Molly. The thing stood out at a 45
degree angle from his groin - and he could barely reach
the head of it with his fist as he manipulated himself.
It did not look human.
Apparently, one of his very pregnant daughters had been
jacking him off under the conference table. He'd become
quite aroused - to the point he was in pain. This was a
man clearly in need of some release. As he walked toward
Molly, I could see his face screw up in that twisted
mixture of pain and passion. Watching his pregnant 7
year old daughter get fucked - her big tits bouncing,
and that big dick slamming into her was a lot to bear.
He managed to hang on until he got up next to Molly. He
reached for the back of her head, grabbing a handful of
hair and yanking her toward him. Molly's little mouth
was open and waiting - her tongue hanging out, and ready
to lap at his grossly distended cock head. The kid had
obviously done this before. She made short work of her
task - slurping at the bulbous head of her father's big
prick as he smeared pre-cum all over her sweet lips. He
jammed her head down on it, trying to force it past her
lips, but it wasn't working.
Molly did her best to get the man's cock head in her
mouth, but the size of the thing made it damn near
impossible - it belonged on a horse. At one point, the
tip of it barely made it past her lips - but her mouth
looked like it would split open at the corners. She
contented herself by lapping at it with her tongue like
it was an ice cream cone - all the while keeping a
steady rhythm with her brother's gyrations beneath her.
The kid was stuffed at both ends with fat throbbing cock
meat - and she seemed to be in heaven.
"Doc, you gotta see this - get on over here" her mother
beckoned from the table across the room. I'd been seated
at my desk - across from all the action on the couch,
and all I could see of Molly was from behind - her butt
bouncing up and down, and her brother's cock splaying
open her stretched out pussy lips. She wanted me to get
a view from the side. The girl was about to bring her
lovers to climax, and I didn't want to miss a thing.
"Do it on my titties Pa - they done got bigger for ya -
LOOK!" Molly wasn't kidding - her big boobs jutted out
from her little body like footballs - bloated from all
the excitement. Her nipples were engorged as a nursing
mother's. The kid looked like she would burst - and so
did her father as he watched her slurp on the head of
his massive prick - the big, gnarly purple veins on his
shaft looked about to pop. The man couldn't take it
anymore - but he had other ideas about where he wanted
to send his cum.
He grabbed his daughter by the back of the head and once
again tried to force his cock in her mouth. He might as
well have tried to stuff a baseball bat in there. The
child stretched her lips as wide as she could, but still
only managed to get an inch of it in before he let go.
The big man held his daughter's head with one hand as he
pumped furiously on his grotesque member with the other.
And then it happened - his load ripped through the
length of his big penis and a geyser of cum exploded in
the little girl's mouth. It came out of her - all of it
- as quickly as it spewed into her.
The kid couldn't handle the volume or the force of the
man's eruption - she was spitting and coughing, about to
gag on his load as it came belching out of her little
mouth - dribbling down her chin - spilling with a wet
splat on her big boobs. And it kept coming... and
coming. The more he spewed into her - the more it came
belching out of her mouth and spilling onto her fat
swollen tits.
Molly's brother had become quite excited at the sight of
his little sister's tits covered in cum - and he picked
up his pace considerably. As she was getting her face
fucked, the boy was yanking her up and down on his prick
even faster than before - and she was wriggling her
pussy up and down his tool like she couldn't get enough
of it. They were making loud slurpy sucking noises as
the boy just fucked her brains out. His face screwed up
again, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he lost his
load inside her.
It wasn't - and Molly announced the event at the top of
her healthy lungs - spitting more of her father's cum
out on the process. "OH Johnny... I FEEL it! You done
CUM in me!" The announcement inspired another volley of
jism to erupt from her daddy's prick - it slapped across
her face and hair as the rest of it drooled out the
corners of her sweet mouth. It hung there for a minute
before dribbling in gooey strands onto her swollen
boobs.
And Johnny just fucked his prick into her harder -
dumping so much cum in his pregnant little sister that
her pussy began to belch it out. It slopped out all over
the boy's balls, and formed a puddle under his butt as
she kept fucking her hips back down on him. My couch was
ruined. And I couldn't help but think the same of that
poor child's vagina. The boy's prick was fatter than his
wrist at that point - and he kept FUCKING her - pumping
her full of more sperm as she finished slurping the last
of her father's.
After several long minutes, the boy's thrusts subsided,
and the poor little girl collapsed onto him, his prick
still buried deep inside her. The kid was simply
plastered with cum - inside and out - and she was
grinning from ear to ear. She sat up and tugged at her
father's big schlong with both hands then - as if trying
to coax more cum out of him.
It worked.
I thought the man had long since finished - but
obviously Molly knew better. It came as no surprise to
her as another volley of sperm went up her pretty nose.
After a little sneeze, the child giggled and looked up
at the man. "You done made a big ole mess Pa. Jus' look
at me. You got me all cummed-up."
She began to work her pussy up and down the boy's prick
again, squirming and writhing on it until her whole body
shook in an uncontrollable orgasm.
It was the first of a series.
I watched in awe as the little girl came again and again
- moaning and pumping her brother's cock with her
stretched out pussy. She finally collapsed on the boy
again, and her mother went over to cover the children
with a blanket. (Maggie was very thoughtful about
keeping all the comforts of home at the clinic.) They
were fast asleep in less than five minutes.
I had my usual barrage of questions for the couple -
about their children, their ages, their parents, their
own relationship and so forth. The proud parents, it
turned out, were father and daughter - Molly's young
mother being a product of the man's union with HIS
mother. The man had impregnated his daughter with all
the children present that day, and 3 younger ones that
they'd left with their grandmother. I'd been too busy
ogling Molly to notice, but after she stood up, I
noticed that her young mother was knocked up once again.
It took a minute to sink it - the girl had just turned
19, was already mother of 7, and she was visibly
pregnant - AGAIN. And I thought Peggy and I moved
quickly! The father had also knocked up the two girls
sitting next to them at the conference table - which
meant that at age 32, he would be a great grandfather -
in less than a month.
Then there was the amazing development of their youngest
daughter. How her breasts first made an appearance at 5
- how her period started right after her 6th birthday -
how she developed an uncontrollable urge to fondle any
big dick in sight - nursing at the head of it like a
baby. After months of teasing, her big brother simply
couldn't help burying his fat prick inside the little
girl and impregnating her. Once they started, the mother
said, they would go at it 4 or 5 times a day - all over
the house. It came as no surprise when Molly's pants
grew tight.
Aside from the abnormal degree of incest in the family,
there was another clue that shed light on her special
development - Molly had been allowed to nurse at her
mother's breast until she was 3 years old. The child
simply demanded it, her mother said, and after she
started walking, Molly would sneak into bed with her
parents and find her mom's nipple - suckling, as the
pretty teenager lay asleep.
The mother reported that as she grew older, Molly
consumed huge volumes of dairy milk - just as she had
the whole time she'd been nursing the child. Clearly,
there was a connection here - but there was no way to
quantify the effect this had on either girl's hormonal
balance, so I was back to square one.
One thing I knew for sure - I would never be the same
after watching Molly get fucked eight ways to Sunday.
The vision of that little girl with her big tits and
pregnant tummy - bulging out of her clothes and
plastered head to toe with cum - still gives me an
uncontrollable hard-on.
Never again would I look at a girl her age without
wondering what she'd look like all knocked-up with a
pair of big swollen tits. Molly would be attending the
same elementary school as my own little girls, I'd
learned - so I would probably see the kid again - along
with her little classmates. There would be a whole lot
MORE of Molly to see in a few months - and I shuddered
to think what would happen if even more girls her age
began to exhibit that level of development. I didn't
know if I could stand it.
Dutiful Nurse Maggie showed up just in time to usher the
family out. Molly's father went over to retrieve the
girl who was still collapsed on her brother. They were
still joined by the foot long stretch of cock buried
inside the child's vagina. Even in her sleep, it looked
like Molly was squirming - wriggling on the boy's prick
again - bringing it back to life.
The man gathered her up in the blanket, easing her up
off the boy at just the right angle for his cock to flop
out and land with a wet splat on his thigh. Molly gave a
little whimper, but nuzzled her head into her father's
shoulder and went back to sleep. I could see the boy's
cum oozing out of her well-fucked pussy - dribbling in
stringy globs onto my office carpet.
The boy's mom came over to the couch to help her son
clean up and get his pants on, as Maggie watched wide-
eyed. He began to grow hard again, from his mother's
attentions. He was moaning as she gently dried the globs
of cum and girl juice off him. "That feels good Mama,"
the boy uttered, and his big cock grew fat as his
mother's wrist. The young woman slapped at him
playfully, "Now don't you start again Johnny - I'll take
care o'you when we git home."
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Editor's note: If you feel that the story ends too
abruptly, well, you're right. The author never finished
chapter 13, nor did he write more of the series. If you
would like to carry on the Fertile Valley saga, how
about writing another chapter? Or maybe two.
For those who enjoyed this work, you might try Homer
Vargas' "Cutter's Creek" which is in the same vain.
You can reach his page at this address:
www.asstr.org/~Vargas/ -- Enjoy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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