("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
               _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
              ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
            K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
 	   _________________________________________
                            WARNING!
	   This text file contains sexually explicit
	   material. If you do not wish to read this
	   type of literature, or you are under age,
	   PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
 	   _________________________________________




		   Scroll down to view text


















-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any 
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you 
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------

Baby Bump
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)

***

When your teenage daughter needs that fashionable baby 
bump in time for the Senior Prom or graduation, who are 
you gonna call? (MF/f-teen, underage, inc, preg)

***

Mrs. Nila Nordquist approached the old oak door with the 
half-window of bubbled glass. Stenciled across the 
glass' surface were 1940s-era block letters with 
exaggerated drop shadows. Mrs. Nordquist grinned 
curiously at this anachronism, noting how it reminded 
her of an old black-and-white detective movie. 

However, there was really nothing anachronistic about it 
at all – the stencil read 'Wm. West & Sons – Quality 
Breeders'. It was a business nearly as old as the town 
of Westchester itself. In fact, the "Wm." in the sign 
referred to Wm. West, the great-great-great grandson of 
the founder of Westchester, Thaddeus Abbott West, who 
was a world-class progenitor and breeder himself. During 
his 76 years on this planet, Thaddeus sired at least 400 
babies. 
 
Mrs. Nordquist stepped inside. There, at a vintage turn-
of-last-century desk sat Wm. West himself – a very fit, 
handsome man in his late 40s, and the patriarch of a 
family of breeding professionals. He and his six sons 
were who you called if you needed impregnation services 
in Westchester. No one did it better, or with a full 
money back guarantee. 

Mr. West looked up from his Tom Robbins paperback and 
gave the attractive woman in his doorway a welcoming 
grin. "Mrs. Nordquist, right? Come on in and sit down."

Mrs. Nordquist had explained on the phone why she was 
there, but she went into greater detail now. Her 17 
year-old daughter Shawna needed to get pregnant as soon 
as possible.

"After going through five different boyfriends and even 
one of her teachers, Shawna still isn't showing. Here it 
is – early January – and she hasn't been impregnated 
yet. The Senior Prom is in late May and graduation the 
month after that. If she doesn't have a baby bump for 
those events, she'll be a complete outcast, Mr. West. I 
can't have that – our family's reputation in Westchester 
will be ruined."

It was no exaggeration; virtually every other senior 
girl at Westchester High – and we're talking 350 young 
ladies – had her baby bump coming in on schedule. Shawna 
Nordquist was one of the marquee students – blonde, 
apple-cheeked, nubile, a cheerleader and valedictorian – 
and everyone was expecting her to show up at Prom with a 
generous baby bump. It was tradition.

"We've been to her doctor and he ran a whole bunch of 
tests and even attempted a fertilization himself with 
Shawna. But it didn't take."

Wm. West shook his head with contempt. Damn doctors, 
acting like they know how to do a proper fertilization. 
It probably wasn't even within Shawna's cycle when he 
tried. "Do you have her files?"

Mrs. Nordquist handed over the manila folder and watched 
silently as Wm. West thumbed through the charts and 
tables on the pages. Finally looking up, he gave the 
mother his diagnosis. 

"It seems that your daughter is completely normal. She's 
just something we call a 'hard case'. 

"Hard case?" 

"Her eggs are quite finicky. It's gonna take a regimen 
of nearly continuous fertilization during her next 
cycle, which is –" Wm. West consulted one of the charts 
again. "It looks like her next optimal window of 
opportunity begins later today and continues all the way 
through the end of next week."

Mrs. Norquist smiled. "Great, great." She pulled out her 
phone and started texting. "I'll just get Shawna down 
here as soon as – "

Wm. West waved her off. "No, no, I'm sorry, Mrs. 
Nordquist, but we are booked solid throughout the 
weekend. Busy time of the year, y'know. All six of my 
boys are busy impregnating clients as we speak."

"Oh, please, Mr. West." Nila Nordquist sounded 
desperate. 

Wm. West grinned. He'd seen this before. No mother wants 
to see her daughter – especially one with such high 
social standing – be ostracized from important school 
activities because she was the only one without a baby 
bump. However, the patriarch remained adamant.

"Like I said, Mrs. Nordquist, your daughter is a 'hard 
case'. However, I believe if you get her in here first 
thing Monday morning, I can put all six of my boys with 
her and they'll give her round-the-clock fertilization 
sessions. I guarantee she'll be pregnant by Friday. But 
–" Wm. West paused for dramatic effect . "I'm afraid 
such an extravagant and intense treatment will be 
costly."

Mrs. Nordquist reached into her purse and produced a 
huge stack of $100 bills. "Here's five-thousand. That's 
your price for the best treatment, no?"

Wm. West smiled and took the stack of cash. "Perfect, 
Mrs. Nordquist."

"But are you sure it will work? Can you really guarantee 
your work?"

Wm. West flashed Nila Nordquist the countenance of a 
proud and confident businessman. He glanced at the clock 
on the wall. "How about this? I have an appointment at 
2pm, but if you'd like a free sample of our work here, 
I'd be happy to provide it and explain a little further 
how this works." Wm. West rose from behind his desk. He 
was wearing tight tan slacks and the clear outline of 
his breeding pole indicated that it was at least 10 
inches long and as thick as a kielbasa sausage. 

Mrs. Nordquist swallowed hard and suddenly felt her face 
grow hot and flushed. She sensed a growing wetness 
between her legs as her natural breeding juices 
lubricated the walls of her love canal. All she could do 
was nod as she followed Wm. West through the rear doors 
and into the Breeding House. 

The sounds of feminine pleasure – the purring and cooing 
and squeals of joy – filled the hallways as the two 
walked past one closed door and then another. "It's 
important during the mating act for the female to be 
fully receptive, and pure pleasurable sensations are the 
best way to guarantee that she is absolutely open and 
ready to be fertilized. My boys and I make sure that the 
pleasure of the client is Job #1. After that, 
fertilization is a snap."

Wm. West led Mrs. Nordquist past a room with a Jacuzzi 
in it. "Preparation is important to prime the female to 
be extra receptive to a man's seed. We will make sure 
your daughter spends a lot of time here. The warm water 
and bubbles will coax her eggs to the fore of her womb. 
Then, she will have her babyhole massaged orally by my 
sons Justin and Jorge. That's a specialty of them both."

Nila Nordquist's own babyhole was throbbing as sexblood 
pumped throughout her labia and love mound. She couldn't 
help it and she started rubbing the visible cleft, 
causing an exaggerated camel-toe in her tight white 
slacks. 

Wm. West grinned. They stopped at the last door at the 
end of the hallway. "It looks like you might not need a 
dip in the Jacuzzi or an oral massage. No, not at all."

He opened the door and Mrs. Nordquist stepped inside the 
bedroom. Taking up nearly the entire tiny room was a 
king-sized bed with a four-poster frame. Still rubbing 
her crotch, breeding juice began to stain the crotch of 
her slacks. She watched with a boiling passion in her 
eyes as Mr. West began undressing.

"Now, before I put my breeding pole in you, you need to 
understand this is a free sample and there is no 
guarantee, no warranty, nothing implied. I am merely 
demonstrating just a glimpse of what your daughter will 
receive next week during her fertilization."

Mrs. Nordquist was now overwhelmed by lust as she pulled 
off her shirt without unbuttoning it, popping the 
buttons and sending little coral projectiles flying 
throughout the bedroom. She was now grinding her mound 
against one of polished oak knobs on the lower bedpost 
as a guttural purring emerged from deep down in her 
throat. Pure animal instinct had taken over her mind and 
she was more than ready for Wm. West's breeding pole.

She tore off her slacks and panties and crawled onto the 
bed on all fours. She thrust her ample round rump high 
up into the air, displaying her distended, swollen 
labia. Her natural breeding juices dripped onto the 
bedspread as she flexed the opening to her love canal 
and moved her hips as if she were doing a subdued belly 
dance.

Wm. West, although all business, always enjoyed this 
part of the mating ritual the most. All of that activity 
was virtually involuntary in the female, as the breeding 
instincts overtook all control of the brain and body. 
Mrs. Nordquist was absolutely at her arousal zenith and 
completely primed for breeding. As he readied himself to 
mount her from behind, the thought crossed his mind that 
she was probably at the beginning of her fertility 
cycle, just like her daughter. After all, women who 
lived together often had their cycles link up over time. 

Reduced to animal groans, but desperately wanting to be 
penetrated, Nila Nordquist squealed with pleasure as Wm. 
West mounted her with a long violent jab up her inflamed 
oily-slick babyhole. She climaxed within seconds – one 
time, two times, three times – as Mr. West worked his 
breeding pole deep inside her. After a few more 
climaxes, Mr. West pulled out and allowed Mrs. Nordquist 
to straddle him and copulate through several more 
sensations. Then, Wm. West pulled out again, pushed her 
onto her back and mounted her yet again, this time to 
begin the fertilization. 

With Nila's fingernails digging into his back and her 
hips thrusting like a locomotive, she wailed 
uncontrollably as Mr. West groaned deeply – his only 
concession to the intense sensations that came with the 
culmination of his job – and sent huge hydraulic spurts 
of babyjuice into his client. Overcome by sensations, 
Mrs. Nordquist was still aware that she was being 
fertilized, and fertilized mightily by this 
professional. 

And it was the first time it crossed her mind that she 
hadn't worn her IUD today.

***

Later, after getting dressed and returning to the 
office, Mrs. Nordquist texted her daughter to let her 
know the plan for next week – five days in the Breeding 
House, with all six West boys servicing her womb and 
guaranteeing a late-May baby bump.

But then Nila Nordquist returned to HER needs. "That was 
really something, Mr. West."

Wm. West was usually all professional, but he liked this 
one. He smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I'm sure 
your daughter will be very pleased with my boys and 
their breeding poles."

"Oh, I'm sure. But –" Mrs. Nordquist hesitated. She 
licked her lips, partly to be seductive, but also 
because she was still a little wobbly from the breeding 
session. "I think I want a baby bump, too. I haven't had 
one in 17 years and I'm not getting any younger."

Wm. West glanced at the 2-carat wedding ring on her left 
hand. "Don't you want your husband to do the honors?"

Mrs. Nordquist sat on the edge of the desk and moved in 
closer, again licking her lips. "I've never been so 
receptive to fertilization in my life as I was just now 
with you. I know you'll give me a baby bump. I just know 
it." She cast her eyes downward like a shy schoolgirl. 
"I know you don't work for free, and I'm tapped out 
paying for my daughter's fertilization, but..."

Nila Nordquist slipped the wedding ring off her finger 
and handed it to Wm. West. "Please. It's worth at least 
$2000. Please give me a baby bump, Mr. West."

Wm. West eyed Mrs. Nordquist and decided that she did 
have a pretty hot body for an older client. In fact, he 
certainly didn't mind the idea of spending the 
afternoons with her during her fertile cycle. Even 
though she was deep into her 40s, there was still a very 
real possibility of knocking her up. He would never 
admit it, but he even briefly considered a little pro 
bono breeding with Nila Nordquist. 

Finally, the patriarch smiled and agreed to the payment. 
"It's pretty busy this time of year, but I think I can 
squeeze you in." He rubbed the crotch of his slacks. 
"Especially since you're right in the sweet spot of your 
breeding cycle. Tomorrow afternoon, about the same 
time?" 

Nila Nordquist nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Mr. 
West. See you tomorrow." She blew him a kiss and then 
slipped out the front door. 

Wm. West felt a rare excitable throb up and down the 
length of his breeding pole. He realized he was looking 
forward to tomorrow afternoon. He hadn't felt that way 
about a client in a long, long time and he couldn't help 
but smile at this unexpected rejuvenation. 

Then he opened his desk drawer, revealing a huge pile of 
precious rings, necklaces and loose diamonds. He tossed 
Nila's wedding ring on top of stack, and reminded 
himself that he really needed to make a trip to 
Westchester Gold & Gem to convert the jewelry into cash. 

***

While Nila Nordquist was getting her satisfaction 
guaranteed, it turned out that her 17 year-old daughter 
Shawna was not at school taking her algebra exam like 
she was supposed to. Instead, she was still at home. 
She'd decided to hedge her bets and make damn sure she'd 
have the baby bump she so desperately wanted for her 
Senior Prom and her graduation ceremony. 

Make no mistake – she was looking forward to spending 
next week being sexually satisfied and expertly 
fertilized by the breeding poles of the six handsome and 
studly West boys. But she had another idea she wanted to 
explore first.

Shawna's father, Dan, was a highly-fertile 42 year-old 
man who'd already impregnated two of Shawna's teenaged 
friends during a pretty wild Halloween party this past 
year. Jacquelyn and Traci were both beginning to show, 
and each of their baby bumps would be fully blossomed by 
the time the Senior Prom rolled around. 

Shawna shed her nightgown and let herself into the 
Master Bathroom where her father was showering before 
work. She pulled back the blue vinyl curtain and swiftly 
slipped under the water before her surprised father 
could react.

"Hi, Daddy," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around 
him. "Hope you don't mind me joining you." Before he 
could answer, she gave him a passionate french kiss. 
Soon, both father and daughter were engaged in a full 
erotic embrace. 

Dan Nordquist's breeding pole was instantly firm and 
expanded. Shawna leapt up into her father's arms and 
rubbed her hot dripping babyhole seductively up and down 
the shaft, coaxing him to do what nature intently 
dictated.

"Uhhoooohh!" Shawna cried softly as her father slid deep 
up inside her love canal. Dan groaned with satisfaction 
as his breeding pole reached its limit. Their incestuous 
coupling soon became frenzied and lustful, a pure carnal 
hunger, all grunts and gropes and feverish rutting. 

It didn't take long before Dan's daughter was climaxing 
long and loud, crying for his seed. "Give it to me, 
Daddy! Knock me up...Pleeeeeease!"
 
Hearing his daughter begging to be impregnated caused 
Dan to lose all control and he fertilized her tender 
womb with great generous gushes of hot babyjuice. "Uhh, 
my god, Shawna..." he managed as their first breeding 
tryst reached an apex.

They exited the bathroom and moved into the bedroom. 
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted me to 
get you pregnant?" Dan asked his 17 year-old daughter as 
they fell onto the bed and into a fresh embrace, their 
skin still warm and moist from the shower. "I didn't 
know you were having difficulties with...how many 
different boyfriends have you had this year?"

Shawna giggled. "Lots, Daddy," she responded before 
kissing him again. "But I guess those schoolboys aren't 
potent enough for me." She gazed deep into her father's 
eyes. "But I know you are. You gave my both my best 
friends baby bumps and I want one, too." 

Shawna fluttered her eyelashes and pursed her lips, 
mock-pouting and playing up her role as Daddy's Little 
Girl. "You want me to be happy, don't you, Daddy? Right 
now, I'm the only girl at Westchester High who won't 
have a baby bump for Prom." 

Shawna ran her hand down between Dan's legs and caressed 
his heavy seed-filled balls. "I want you to breed with 
me today and tomorrow and the next day, Daddy. I want 
you to fertilize my eggs and make a baby in me."

Dan smiled as he eased his daughter onto her back and 
mounted her again. "Of course I will, Honey. But it's 
only a few months until your Prom and graduation. I hope 
I can help you in time." He moaned as he again sank his 
breeding pole deep inside Shawna's cozy babyhole. She 
sighed contently and the two fell into a slow, 
deliberate breeding rhythm. 

Dan had an important meeting at work, but family came 
first. And both of them were going to come a lot before 
the day was over. 

Dan bred with his teenage daughter all morning and into 
the afternoon, fertilizing her again and again. Even 
after Mrs. Nordquist returned home, father and daughter 
remained in the Master Bedroom, their mutual pleasured 
moans filtering through the closed door and throughout 
the family home.

As she prepared the family's dinner, Nila could only 
smile with approval. Perhaps her daughter would be ready 
for Prom after all. 

END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 83