JASMINE.TXT (mf, teen, incest, cons, preg, fantasy/magic)

OK folks, I'm posting this one for a friend.

He didn't want this one to be an orphan, with no stated author 
like the others who write stories in the "An Erotic Story" 
series, so I'm posting it under a pseudonym he's used before.

Unlike the "An Erotic Story" series which are all deliberately 
UNcopyrighted with no author specified, THIS story has all rights 
reserved by the author.  So don't go modifying it, or leaving out 
the title and by-line.  DO feel free to post it (as-is) to BBS's 
or the net.

In case you are wondering:  Yes, I DID have my sticky thumb in 
this little pie too.  I helped complete the story a little bit.  
But the story is mainly HIS, not mine, even if we did collaborate 
a little.


                  Jasmine and the Purple Panties
                            Huntsman


     Jasmine looked the contents of the table over.  It was 
unbelievable the junk people put in a garage-sale.  Joke toilet-
paper; one oversized golf-tee; more ashtrays than 10 smokers 
could use.  Just junk!  Even the clothes were junk.  She had 
hoped to at least get a laugh out of the stuff.  Coming out to 
the area where the "rich folks" lived had been a lark.  
Supposedly, people who were wealthier, would have a better class 
of garage-sale.  Not from what she could see here though.
     A brown box caught her eye.  What's this?  Naw!  Even THESE 
folks wouldn't go for a joke like this!  The box read: "Papa 
Petrofile's Pregnancy Promoting Purple Panties. . . Patent 
Pending."
     Her curiosity aroused, Jasmine lifted the cover.  Inside, 
was a soft purple cloth, almost glowing in the light slanting in 
through the open garage-door.  A slip of paper purporting to be 
instructions for use, slipped out onto the floor, where Jasmine 
picked it up almost automatically.  The panties in the box were 
almost iridescent, and to Jasmine's eyes, the sexiest pair she 
had ever seen.  From a first glance, they looked a little big, 
but she looked closely to see what the size was.  No size.  
Glancing at the folded sheet of instructions, she noticed the 
usual claim that, "One size fits all."
     "Oh sure," she thought.  "Right up through the pregnancy 
these panties are supposed to promote. . .  I'll just bet!"
     Still, the pants seemed to call to her like a siren.  Joke 
or no joke, fit or no fit, she just HAD to try them on.  For sure 
the price was right.  Even if they DIDN'T fit, Jasmine figured 
she wouldn't be out that much.  She'd better buy them, before 
someone else noticed how darling they looked.
     Ten minutes later, Jasmine was on her way; never noticing 
the frantic waving by a woman who had just run out of the house 
trying to intercept her.  If she had noticed, she wouldn't have 
stopped anyway.  The panties were HERS now.
     That night, she read the instructions, and had a good laugh 
before tossing them.  "Pregnancy Promoting Panties indeed!" Like 
most such gag gifts, this one went a little overboard.  Warnings 
about not wearing them overnight, if not married.  Things about 
how they would ensure pregnancy in ANY female, regardless of age, 
if they surrounded the uterus.  Uhuh!  Suuuure!  They enhanced 
sexuality, to get the woman impregnated as soon as possible, but 
in extreme cases did not rely on a man being around.  Yeah. . . 
Sure!  A girl's going to get pregnant by herself.
     Giggling, Jasmine tossed box and directions, and tried on 
the panties.  They were even MORE beautiful than she had thought.  
Softly shimmering, the material clung to her; enhancing her pubic 
mound and making her tummy look flat, hard, and sexy.  Jasmine 
put on a short little mini-skirt over the panties and twirled.  
Boy, THIS was going to give all the boys a hard-on.





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     Jasmine couldn't understand her sudden interest in sex, but 
she liked it.  Too bad it was getting too late to see if the 
panties got the reaction she was hoping for.  It was all she 
could do, to keep from rubbing her tight little slit, to relieve 
the sudden itch there.  "Too bad a guy wasn't here right now," 
she thought.  "I'd pull his pants down, and stick his thick baby-
maker right up inside my hole and fuck him until he squirted me 
full of cream."
     For a second, Jasmine was shocked at her own thoughts.  She 
had never been fucked at ALL yet, and here she was dreaming about 
guys pumping her tight little slit full of baby-juice and. . .  
"STOP it," she told herself; hurriedly undressing and slipping 
out of the tight little mini-skirt.  That's what she got for 
wearing such sexy clothes.  She hurried to grab a bite to eat, 
before going to bed.
     That night, she just couldn't bring herself to remove the 
sexy new panties.  They made her feel so much more ALIVE somehow.  
Definitely sexier.  And just her size, too.  She fell asleep, 
while trying to convince herself that she SHOULD remove them.  
After all, there WAS that warning on the directions.  <giggle>

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

     The next morning, Jasmine looked in the mirror, and got a 
shock.  The girl could not believe what she was seeing.  A slight 
bulge was forming between her belly button and the lacy purple 
underpants.  She prodded the fist-sized lump - it was hard, but 
moved slightly to one side under her probing finger.  Most 
unusual was that while she could feel the lump pressing on her 
insides, she couldn't feel inside it.
     She placed her flat palm over the bulge in her stomach.  It 
nestled comfortably in the palm of her hand, but she could feel 
the skin on her hand pulling in all directions as if the lump was 
growing.  Confused, she pulled her hand away and looked at her 
profile in the mirror.  Sure enough, the lump was bigger, about 
the size of an orange.
     Jasmine ran a finger over her stomach, that had, until 
minutes ago, been the flat stomach of a high-school cheerleader.  
Now she had a baseball-sized lump just below her bellybutton, and 
as she looked on it slowly grew large enough to put a tilt in her 
navel.  She thought it was her imagination, but she was sure that 
she could feel an erratic pulsing from within.  She was also 
beginning to feel quite aroused.
     It was then that she realized that her breasts were feeling 
fuller somehow.  She put a hand under a B-cup breast, and got 
such a shock she quickly pulled her hand away.  She had never 
experienced that tingling sensation before.  She put her hand 
back on her breast and tried to ignore the feeling.  Resting it 
gently in her hand, she decided that it was a little heavier than 
before.  She also found the contact quite stimulating, and had to 
take her hand away.






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     Her stomach was definitely swollen now, with her bellybutton 
crowning a grapefruit-sized bulge in her belly.  She could feel 
the weight of it pressing on her internal organs, and 
occasionally it seemed to move slightly.  Looking down, her 
purple underwear disappeared below her slightly swollen abdomen.
     The pants!  It had all started right after putting these new 
pants on.  When Jasmine had read the joke-instructions, she 
hadn't believed a word of it.  She shook her head.  Underwear 
that made you pregnant?  That was ludicr. . .  Pregnant?  Jasmine 
took a good look at her reflection.
     She definitely looked pregnant.  Her stomach from 
bellybutton to just above her hairline was now quite distended; 
although she still had a waistline.  Even as she watched, her 
bellybutton was being forced outward as her stomach continued to 
grow.  And now she was certain that the movements that she could 
feel were from a new life growing inside her.
     But this was all impossible.  Even if she wasn't a virgin, 
and had fallen pregnant; no way could she be growing this 
quickly.  And yet she was.  In fact, she even began to feel 
heavier.
     "If the pants are the cause. . ."  she reasoned.  Quickly 
she slipped the purple garment off, although she experienced a 
slight discomfort bending over.
     "Did it work?" she wondered; idly holding the pants in her 
left hand.  She figured the only way to know, was to wait and 
see.  Staring down at the smooth creamy skin on her swollen 
belly, she realized that she could no longer see her pubic hair 
without bending forward.  Then she remembered that she was horny 
because her fingers had decided of their own accord to explore 
the sparsely growing hair between her well-toned legs.  With 
great reluctance, she pulled her hand away.
     Jasmine couldn't believe what was happening.  While she 
liked being physically attractive to boys, she wasn't some crazed 
little sexpot - and yet, here she was, an obviously pregnant 
virgin who really wanted. . .
     She tried to dismiss the thoughts from her mind.  Then 
another thought occurred to her - WAS she still a virgin?  After 
all, virgin pregnancy was generally unheard of; even considered 
impossible by some.  And yet, she knew that she hadn't had sex, 
or even been raped or whatever, but the gently kicking bulge in 
her midsection suggested that the impossible had indeed happened.

     Kicking?

     "Hello, little one," Jasmine said in hushed tones to her 
child.
     A baby!  Jasmine sat on the corner of her bed, naked except 
for the ribbons holding her ponytails in place.  She was actually 
carrying a baby!
     One that had become difficult to hide in the barely fifteen 
minutes or so, since she woke up.  Perhaps she was going crazy, 
or imagining things.





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     Kick!  Kick!

     That was too real.  Not imagining things then.
     Idly, she stood and wandered over to the wardrobe, where she 
started looking through her clothes.  Pregnant or not, she 
couldn't sit around naked all day.  With marginal difficulty, she 
pulled on a pair of soft-pink panties; but it was her bra that 
refused to do up.  Her breasts were now too full to fit into a 
bra that was comfortable when she took it off the night before.
     Not being used to her weight gain; it came as a surprise to 
her when her favorite pair of jeans refused to do up.  As she 
went to fasten the clip, the edges remained about three inches 
apart at the top.  She tried sucking her stomach in; and with a 
lot of strain was able to do up her jeans.  But as soon as she 
relaxed, the waistband cut into her belly too much to be 
comfortable.  Struggling to undo the jeans, the brass button tore 
from the fabric and landed on the dressing table.
     Jasmine turned to the mirror and looked at her potbelly 
poking out of her jeans.  First her bra; now her jeans.  She was 
beginning to wonder just what would still fit her slightly 
swollen body.  She tried pulling on the loose red shirt that she 
had worn that morning, but it stopped just below her navel, 
leaving a pink triangle of pregnant belly visible.
     After a long sigh, she struggled out of the jeans and tried 
on a navy blue baby-doll dress instead.  Hanging off her newly 
swollen breasts, the dress hid the recent changes in her body 
from view, but the front of the dress rubbed against the tip of 
her belly, inflaming already insistent desires.  She considered 
her profile in the mirror carefully.  The dress DID make her look 
figureless; but at the moment, her swollen figure was best kept 
hidden.
     Now, she was at a loss as to how to land a boy looking like 
a fat frump.  She shook her head in frustration.  What was 
causing this obsession with sex?  Even if she WAS that kind of 
girl, she doubted anyone would sleep with her after this had 
happened.  Although. . .  she stared at her reflection. . .  she 
stood a better chance without that dress.
     Billy was walking out of the Seven-Eleven when Jasmine 
pulled up on her push-bike.  The sun was in his eyes, and all he 
could see at first were her white running shoes and ankle socks 
(her favorite pair with green bobbles at the back).  Without 
thinking, he held the door open for her as she walked past.  She 
paused at the door and smiled thankfully at him.  Billy was 
transfixed by her crystal-blue eyes, finely spun red hair, and 
alluring smile.
     His eyes followed her as she wandered inside.  He gazed 
longingly at the backs of her well-toned legs and the cheeks of 
her youthfully slender backside, all covered by tight black lycra 
bike pants that rested just above her hips.  She turned slightly 
and opened a fridge door.  As she reached up to a high shelf he 
was rewarded with a good view of a blooming teenage breast held 
in place only by a green lycra crop top.





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     Billy sighed.  He'd seen Jasmine at school, of course, but 
had never seen her dressed so. . . appealing.  Except perhaps for 
that red and white cheerleader's outfit, but that was never as 
close up as he would have liked.
     Finally he realized that he was still holding the door open, 
and let it swing closed.  As he turned away he reminded himself 
that it was unlikely that he would ever get into Jasmine's pants, 
as she was known in certain circles for her devout celibacy.
     He bent down to tie his shoelace, and instinctively looked 
up as he heard the door open again.  He was pleased to see that 
it was Jasmine, and then stopped breathing as he received a very 
big shock.
     The front of Jasmine's tight pants was stretched over a 
noticeable bulge in her belly.  Her navel peeked over the top of 
her pants just above the apogee of her swollen stomach, and her 
pointed nipples showed through her top.
     The implications of this were not lost on Billy.  Supposedly 
virginal Jasmine was not only pregnant, but she was horny too.
     Jasmine noticed that Billy was staring, and was almost 
immediately standing before him.  She was an inch shorter than 
the sandy-blonde-haired Billy, and had to look up slightly to 
peer longingly into his hazel eyes.
     "See anything you like?" she purred, pleased to find someone 
already showing an interest in her.  Previously unknown desires 
boiled within her, and she longed to run her hands over his 
virile body.
     Her mysterious baby seemed to sense her mood, thumping the 
front of her womb enthusiastically.
     Billy was at a loss.  Jasmine was coming on to him?  Her 
pregnancy was surprising enough, but this had his mind reeling.  
And to make matters worse, he could feel his member hardening.  
Confused, excited and embarrassed, he instinctively prepared to 
make a run for it. . . and then stopped as slender fingers began 
stroking his manhood through his shorts.
     "Thanks for the compliment," he realized Jasmine was saying.  
"Do you know what to do with this?"
     "M-more to the point," he managed to stammer, "do you?"
     She leaned forward and up, pressing her soft breasts against 
him.
     "I have a few ideas," she whispered; the flames of desire 
being fanned by the feel of her nipples grazing his smooth chest, 
"but I need a stud like you to help me get it right."
     Billy began to regain his cool.  Putting an arm around the 
girl's waist, he pulled her closer until he could feel the bulge 
in her midsection pressing into his lower abdomen.  He found he 
quite liked feeling her pregnant belly pressed against him.
     "I think," he said slowly, "you've come to the right 
person."
     How they ever got from the store to her house, Jasmine never 
remembered clearly.  The presence of a man beside her seemed to 
quiet the baby in her tummy, and enhanced her feeling of loving 
and being loved.





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     Somehow, Jasmine could tell that Billy loved her, and would 
love the little girl inside her as well.  She figured it HAD to 
be a girl.  After all, no man had yet deposited his seed in her 
womb; though it wouldn't be long now.
     A man that would love her in spite of her already being 
pregnant, (Or was it BECAUSE of it?) was a man to keep.  And 
love, and fuck, and suck, and blow, and. . .  DAMN!  Her hormones 
were running away again.  If she didn't get fucked soon, Jasmine 
was going to cum without being touched, and that would be a 
waste.
     "Please," she pleaded, rubbing her swollen belly against 
his.  "Make love to me."  Her blood was pounding through her body 
and swelling her loins, making them more sensitive.
     What man could resist?  Always before, with the two other 
girls Billy had fucked, he had to use a condom, because they were 
scared to death of getting pregnant.  No such worries here!  
Besides, he could tell that Jasmine would have fucked him anyway, 
the way she was feeling now.  If she wasn't already pregnant, she 
would have been before the night was over.  Billy wondered who 
the lucky guy was, who first felt her tight little slit choking 
the heck out of his engorged prick.
     Well, whoever it was, the guy had obviously skipped out on 
Jasmine, leaving her to Billy.  If getting her pregnant, and on 
the rebound, was what he had to do, Billy would be quite happy.  
He figured that otherwise he wouldn't have had a chance against 
the jocks down at school.  Still, he was a bit angry; thinking 
about whoever it was that left her in this condition.  The guy 
must be a real loser, to knock-up a class girl like Jasmine, and 
then skip out.  Still, his loss, was Billy's gain.
     Funny.  You would think he would have noticed her gaining 
weight like this before now, though.
     Billy's introspection was interrupted by the object of his 
thoughts kissing and murmuring in his ear, and fighting to get 
her hands in his shorts.  Never had Billy seen someone so eager.
     "Please," she whimpered, "please?"
     Up to now, Billy hadn't been completely sure about this.  He 
had wondered if maybe she was "putting the make on him" to help 
cover up the fact that she was already pregnant, and maybe trap 
him into something he wasn't ready for.  However, seeing the 
pained need on the teenager's face, and her desperate kissing and 
hugging, he suddenly came to a different conclusion.  Jasmine was 
just a VERY hot girl.  Some playboy had awakened Jasmine to the 
joys of sex, then had abandoned her when her pants got tight.  
Now she needed sex, and the slob had up and left her.  Well, his 
loss, was Billy's gain.  Now it was up to HIM, to show Jasmine 
what making love REALLY was, not whatever "poke and run" she had 
gotten before.
     That's why, horny as he was, and obviously ready as Jasmine 
was, he didn't just "walk right up, and stick it in."  Jasmine 
would obviously have enjoyed it, and so would he, but Billy had 
plans of making this a permanent relationship, not just a one-
night fuck.  He wanted a chance to plant three or four of HIS 
babies in that cute little tummy of Jasmine's.  Therefore, he 
proceeded slowly.



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     By now, Jasmine was past wanting to go slow.  Something 
about having a man in her arms, even one fully dressed, was 
driving her crazy with sex-need.  Even if she hadn't been 
pregnant already, Jasmine knew she would have been begging Billy 
to put his thick cock up inside her, and fill her tight little 
tummy with thick sticky sperm.  With her being pregnant, and no 
worries to nag her anymore, it was like an itch that just HAD to 
be scratched.
     "Please," she pleaded again.
     "Of course," replied Billy, as he shoved her pants out of 
the way, and "put his mouth where his money was."  <giggle>
     It was like she had been hooked up to a 200-volt generator.  
The shock was tremendous.  Jasmine had never been touched "down 
there" by anything but her own fingers, and now she felt a warm 
lively SOMETHING moving around and around, in and out, up and 
down, and then back to the start.  Jasmine exploded in her first 
orgasm outside of her own fingers.
     Billy grinned to himself, as the pants of the young girl 
rose to moans, and then shrieks of ecstasy, and the shivering 
turned to uncontrollable jerks and spasms.  He figured it would 
be better to get Jasmine calmed down a little, by getting her 
off; so she would be able to appreciate it, when he first stuck 
his cock inside her.
     Well, Jasmine did calm down a little.  Until she saw Billy 
sliding up between her legs with an erection that looked simply 
huge to the inexperienced girl.  It was only a little over six 
inches long, but Jasmine had never had ANYTHING inside her tight 
little slit, except her finger before.
     "Will it hurt?" she asked.  "I mean, it's so BIG."
     She didn't know it, but she had just made Billy's day.  Up 
to now, he had been worried that Jasmine might think he was too 
small, after having whatever jock poking her, that had knocked 
her up.  To know that he made the jerk (whoever he was) look 
small, was an unexpected bonus.
     "It only hurts when you're a virgin," he reassured her, "so 
you don't have anything to worry about."
     "But," started Jasmine.
     "<click> to worry about.  <click> to worry about.  <click> 
to worry about," snickered Billy, as he repeated the punch-line 
of an old joke about an automated airline.
     "You NUT," chortled Jasmine, as she tossed a pillow at him, 
which Billy ducked.  "Get over here and fuck me, before I get 
tired of waiting, and find someone who knows how!"
     "Your wish is my command, Milady," replied Billy; and before 
she could say anything else, Jasmine felt her pussy-lips being 
spread by an unfamiliar intruder, that still seemed somehow to 
belong inside her.  Jasmine was getting fucked.
     There was an unexpected interruption.
     "Oh my. . .  OW!" yelled Jasmine, as something tore inside 
her.
     "What the. . ."  Of all things Billy hadn't expected, this 
took the cake.  "Are you still a virgin?!?!" he asked, 
dumbfounded.  "I mean, I've heard of people with small dicks, 
but. . ."



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     Billy shook his head in consternation.  No wonder Jasmine 
had thought he was big.  Just how small WAS that pencil-dick who 
had knocked her up, anyway?
     "Well, I WAS, five minutes ago," replied Jasmine.  "Now shut 
up and fuck me.  I want my first time to be good for you."
     "FIRST time?"  "WAS a virgin?"  Billy shook his head in 
amazement; but did as the girl asked anyway.  He figured he would 
find out about all this later.  In the meantime, the smooth 
tightness of the teenager's unused little hole slipping so 
sweetly over his swollen prick, was a pleasure he had been 
dreaming about for months, with no hope of ever getting.  Now she 
was his, and he was finally feeling Jasmine's tight little slit 
squeezing and clamping on his prick in a manner fit to make a 
brass-monkey squirt sperm.
     Billy was no brass-monkey; and the amount of white sticky 
baby-juice he squirted in the little girl's belly would have made 
King Kong proud.  Billy felt like he ejaculated enough seed in 
Jasmine's belly to keep her and any daughter's she had pregnant 
for the next 50 years.  It felt so GOOD to let that stored-up 
load of pregnancy juice go.  Wave after wave of release swept 
through him, as he emptied his prostate in the teenage 
cheerleader's tight little belly.  And Jasmine's belly WAS tight.  
Billy could feel it squirming back at him, as he forced the tip 
of his cock into the tip of her slightly spread uterus so he felt 
like he was squirting his sperm right into her womb, to join her 
developing child.
     The erotic thought kept arousing Billy, making him squirt 
over and over again, as he emptied himself in this sexily 
pregnant little girl.
     Jasmine was right with him.  Something about feeling a man's 
sperm warming her vagina, filled a need that she hadn't known she 
had.  She felt a little sad that it hadn't been Billy's seed that 
made her tummy swell, but reminded herself that she could always 
let him plant the next one there.  Now, if she could only 
remember what the instructions had said about how a man's sperm 
was enlivened, and ANY girl regardless of age could get pregnant, 
if she had the pants and a man's sperm was present.  There was 
some warning. . .  Jasmine let her second orgasm overtake her.  
Time enough to worry about next time, when "next time" occurred.
     The sudden relaxation after their orgasms took its toll on 
both of them.  The two lovers fell asleep, with Billy's cock 
still dripping his potent sperm in Jasmine's tight little hole.
     Twice during the night, Billy woke up to feeling Jasmine 
working against him, and twice he responded by sending a fresh 
helping of seed into the girl's womb.  Each time, the baby inside 
her seemed to enjoy the fresh helping of sperm being injected 
into her mother, and it's squirmings would die down to contented 
wriggles.  It was almost as if the baby was as soothed by her 
mother getting fucked, as Jasmine was.
     The third time, Billy was so worn out, that Jasmine knew she 
wouldn't get any more out of him that night, so she almost 
unconsciously slipped into her purple panties, and went back to 
sleep.




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     Billy was sleeping peacefully, as Jasmine rolled out of bed 
the next morning and padded to the bathroom.  She squeezed past 
the shower door; marveling at how large her belly had grown last 
night.  Her full stomach was now the size of a large melon; her 
pink skin drawn tight over her greatly swollen womb.
     As the warm water bounced off her breasts and upper belly, 
Jasmine could feel the passion begin to build again.  She was now 
so large that she found herself easily turned on.  She lathered 
up the soap and wiped it all over her heavy belly before the 
water washed the suds out of sight below the huge bulge in her 
midsection.
     Absently, her fingers found the patch of pubic hair barely 
beneath her heavily pregnant belly.  She hadn't actually seen her 
pussy since last night, after she had donned those pants again 
and slowly swelled to this incredible size.
     The baby stirred, as Jasmine gently stimulated her clitoris.
     It had come as a great surprise to her when she realized 
that her little passenger enjoyed her sexual escapades.  She 
smiled at that thought.
     Whoever thought that being pregnant could be this much fun?  
As the baby had grown inside her, so had her sexual desires, as 
had the satisfaction brought about by good wholesome sex.  Not 
that it was easy, fulfilling those compelling desires - she was 
so full and heavy that it was difficult to move, and she hadn't 
been able to shift her hips during sex with the weight of a 
bowling ball pressing down upon them.  Still, Billy was able to 
compensate - warm, sensitive, compassionate Billy with his warm 
embraces, soft lips, and pounding cock.
     She sighed and rubbed her wonderfully swollen belly.  This 
was good - really good - but it wasn't enough.  It was like 
building to an orgasm and stopping right before it hits, and her 
baby hadn't quite reached its climax.
     She stepped out of the shower and toweled off.  The soft 
feel of the towel on her sensitive skin was enough to remind her 
sex-starved body of its desires.
     Jasmine decided that she had had enough.  Returning to the 
bedroom, she managed to squat down and collect the purple pants 
from the floor.  She had left them there last night after she had 
grown so big and horny that she had to take them off.  Now she 
decided that it was time to go through to the end - whatever it 
was.  Her baby looked ready to be born, and she would miss being 
so beautifully swollen, but she knew - somehow she knew - that 
she had to take this to the end.
     Forgetting the recent change to her center of gravity, she 
raised one foot to slip into the lacy pants, and very nearly fell 
over.
     The big-bellied girl sat heavily on the edge of the bed, 
rousing Billy.
     "What are you doing?" he asked wearily.
     "You're about to find out," purred Jasmine, awkwardly 
slipping her feet into the purple underwear.  With difficulty she 
stood up; pulling the pants up in the same motion.





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     The magical pants were barely on when she began to feel the 
bloating inside her immensely full belly, and the strangely 
supple skin across her tummy felt tighter.  Arousal welled inside 
her; and the baby wriggled inside her; as it realized that it was 
growing again.
     Billy saw the lustful look in Jasmine's eyes; and the sight 
of her profile swelling before him, caused his member to quickly 
stiffen, a literal flagpole standing tall.  She turned and 
crawled onto the bed; her lithe sixteen-year-old body distended 
greatly with the child growing inside a belly that brushed along 
the bed beneath her.  She stroked a hand up either leg as she 
approached her handsome lover, a deep passionate hunger in her 
youthful eyes.  Her full belly rested between his legs as she 
swallowed his manhood, causing him to throw back his head with 
silent moans.
     On top of the ecstasy of being sucked off by the sexy high-
schooler, he could feel his legs being pushed apart by the large 
bulge between them.
     Then he felt Jasmine's swollen figure sliding up his body as 
she planted warm, wet kisses up his chest, neck, and finally his 
lips.  As she crawled up his body his cock was flattened by the 
heavy mound that had only yesterday been a sexy little bump.
     Wild with excitement, and barely able to reach his face to 
kiss Billy, Jasmine somehow found the strength to lift herself 
into a sitting position.  Even as Billy fumbled to shift her 
pants aside enough to allow him entry into the horny, heavily 
pregnant schoolgirl, he realized that her belly had grown to 
immense proportions.  The baby inside her must have been the size 
of a two-year-old child, and a look at Jasmine's face told him 
that she was beyond caring.  Feeling the tip of his stiff prick 
at the opening of her hot pussy, she wiggled her hips heavily to 
line up correctly, then sat down hard.
     As Billy was winded by the impact, Jasmine almost passed out 
from sheer pleasure.
     "Oh, Billy," she gasped, "you have no idea how good this 
feels."
     "You feel pretty good to me, lover," he managed to blurt 
out.
     "Oh, no, Billy," Jasmine moaned, slowly raising her hips 
above the virile young man.  "I feel GREAT!" she cried, plunging 
down heavily on his hard cock, again knocking the wind out of him 
as her massively distended stomach slammed down on his 
unprotected abdomen.  Billy paid it no mind, for the sight of her 
huge belly dominated his thoughts.  Jasmine was in ecstasy.  She 
barely had the strength, but with great determination she was 
able to raise her increasingly heavy body up enough to plunge 
down again with a cry of rapture.  She cold feel Billy's hard 
member pressing deep inside her, pushing up hard against the tip 
of her cervix, but that was all secondary to the incredible 
feeling of her enormous uterus pressing in all directions from 
within her.
     So large was her womb that it took up almost her entire 
abdominal cavity, pressing on the base of her ribcage and 
nestling unusually comfortably in her pelvis.



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     Her bellybutton stuck out above Billy's chest, resembling a 
third nipple on a very horny woman.  And still she could feel her 
belly growing outward.
     "More!" she gasped, that immense feeling building within 
her.  The pressure on her body was incredible, and she just 
couldn't get enough.
     Billy, thinking that she was talking to him, tried moving 
within her tight, pregnant pussy as best as he could, but her 
weight was too confining.  He was amazed at the gigantic size of 
Jasmine's belly, and wondered if perhaps there was more than one 
child growing inside her.
     Then he received an even bigger surprise, as Jasmine's 
cervix softened and began to open.  Gently, the tip of his 
manhood slipped farther into her body and up inside her massive 
womb.
     Jasmine's mind was gone, lost in a long orgasm that overtook 
her entire body, washing her with wave upon wave of ultimate 
pleasure.  She no longer felt Billy moving feebly within her 
blood-swollen pussy.  All she could feel was pure ecstasy that 
seemed to last forever.
     Billy could not believe how deeply had penetrated the 
immensely pregnant girl.  He was dumbfounded that her womb had 
opened up and let his prick farther inside.  And he was further 
stunned when something soft and tight squeezed itself over the 
tip of his cock and started to slide down.
     The next few minutes were a blur.  Heralded by Jasmine's 
squeals of pleasure, her impossibly large child began to be born.  
Somehow her hips widened enough to allow the breach delivery of 
the baby.  As soon as it was over, Jasmine fell to the bed in a 
deep sleep from which she would not wake for hours; so she didn't 
get to see her newborn child for some time.
     Billy looked up at the damp body.  A young girl, perhaps ten 
years old in appearance, with finely spun red hair, fluid-
wrinkled skin and budding breasts, sat astride him in the 
position she had been born - with his cock embedded deep within 
her tight pussy.
     Slowly, the tiny girl opened her crystal-blue eyes, and 
looked down at the man who's swollen prick was stretching her 
tight little cunny so satisfyingly.  Smiling, she ran a small 
finger down his chest and flat belly, before sliding it up her 
own tummy and over the slight bulge of the child he had given her 
before she had been born.  The little girl began slowly rising 
and falling on the man's cock, until Billy had no choice but to 
squirt the child's womb as full of baby-making sperm as he had 
filled Jasmine's the night before.
     Somehow Billy knew that there was enough of the magic of her 
mother's panties left in this child, even though Jasmine was 
still wearing them, that his daughter would be born pregnant too.  
He could almost feel the little girl inside this child squirming 
around to seat her father's prick properly up against her tiny 
little vagina, while he spasmed her mother's tight little slit 
full of his potent sperm.

                            The End?



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