Will Lorry was the evening shift maitre d' of the Tiara Room in Hartford, the first location in Connecticut. He'd just finished his training for the role, having worked as a waiter in the Long Island location when Connecticut passed the last enabling legislation for the legal use of tiaras. Today was the second day it had been open, and the first real day of operation.
The wait staff was ready, the rack of tiaras there and labeled. The kitchen was fully staffed and ready to cook some of the best meals in America. The privacy control array was active, and the young girls restroom prepared for the influx of girls it was soon to get. Will nodded to one of his waiters, who went to unlock the doors. Hartford was about to get its first batch of naked and pregnant tiara girls.
The first group to enter was the U10 Amazons, a local girls soccer team. They had booked the banquet room for the championship dinner, and all thirteen of them were to be given active tiaras that Lorry had personally programmed. They'd all been told to wear their uniforms, and it looked like everyone of them had obeyed.
"Amazons, party of forty-one for the banquet room?" Lorry asked, with a large smile.
"I think we're all here," the coach said.
"Then we'll line everyone up so we can go into the banquet hall in an orderly fashion," Lorry announced. "When I call your name, you'll come to sit in the throne before me so I can crown you with your tiara. Your family should come to stand behind you. We have thirteen thrones and thirteen tiaras which should be enough for tonight. We will then proceed to the banquet hall."
"Number One, Agatha Bartlet," Lorry announced, pulling out the tiara that had been labeled with her name. Agatha turned out to the be the coach's daughter, and was accompanied by her mother and father. Her father would have control, of course. Lorry slid the silver tiara with a ruby tone jewel in it into her long braided blond hair. Her eyes opened wide as the tiara begin its connection into her brain.
"Number Two, Brook Pauley." A silver tiara with a emerald tone jewel on it was slid into the plain straight unrestrained long brown hair as her older brother and mother looked on. Lorry looked back at Agatha, as Brook's eyes opened wide. Agatha was taking off her shoes, her eyes now half closed.
"Number Three, Crystal Monte" Lorry slid an amethyst tone jewel tiara into Crystal's curled blond hair. Her uncle had his hand on her shoulder as her eyes went wide. Brook was now taking off her shoes, and Agatha her socks.
"Number Four, Eliza Jane Little," Lorry announced. He slid a tiara with a deep blue jewel on it into Eliza's short brown hair as her father and two younger sisters looked on. Eliza's eyes opened wide as the tiara connected. A glance back at the earlier girls confirmed that Agatha was placing her shoes and socks under her throne. Brook was taking off her socks, and Crystal her shoes.
"Number Five, Ida Mae Johnson," Lorry called out, the girl already seated in the right throne with her just turned sixteen-year-old brother and pregnant thirteen-year-old sister standing behind her. A seven-year-old sister stood beside her. Into her red shoulder length straight hair he slid a tiara with a darker emerald jewel than Brook's, causing Ida Mae's eyes to open wide. Eliza's eyes were half closed as she took off her shoes, and Crystal her socks. Brook was placing her shoes and socks under her throne, and Agatha was now sitting regally on her throne with her eyes barely open.
"Number Six, Katherine 'Katie' Nunn," Lorry stated. Her grandmother, grandfather, and a cousin stood behind her throne as Lorry slid an orange jeweled tiara into her long straight black hair that went midway down her back, causing her eyes to open wide. Ida Mae was removing her shoes, and Eliza her socks, their eyes half closed. Crystal was putting her shoes and socks under her throne. Brook had joined Agatha in sitting regally on her throne with her eyes barely open.
"Number Seven, Lynn Swanson," Lorry stated. Her aunt and foster brother standing behind her, Lorry slid a yellow jeweled tiara into Lynn's short and curly brown hair, her brown eyes opening wide. Katie was removing her shoes, and Ida Mae her socks, their eyes half closed. Eliza was putting her shoes and socks under her throne, and Crystal was now sitting her eyes barely open, regally on her throne.
"Number Eight, Mary Elizabeth 'Marybeth' McMurry," Lorry called out. Her father had to tap on Marybeth's shoulder to get her to move to sit on the throne in front of her best friend Louis and her stepmother, his mother. Marybeth's eyes opened wide when the peach jeweled tiara was slid into the nest of her long curly red hair. Lynn was removing her shoes, and Katie her socks, barely looking at their actions through their half closed eyes. Ida Mae was putting her shoes and socks under her throne. Eliza sat regally on her throne with barely opened eyes, along with Brook and Crystal. Agatha was starting to fidget a bit though.
"Number Nine, Nina Sanchez," Lorry noted to the shy black haired Hispanic girl already seated in her throne. Her much older brother stood behind her, holding her almost four-year-old little sister as a onyx jeweled tiara slid above her suddenly wide open eyes. With their eyes halfway open, Marybeth was removing her shoes, and Lynn her socks. Katie was putting her shoes and socks under her throne as Ida Mae joined Eliza and Crystal sitting regally with barely open eyes. Brook had started to fidget, and Agatha's eyes had opened so she could look at her coach.
"Number Ten, Pippa Long," Lorry said. Pippa was the youngest and smallest member of the team, at barely nine, and stood in front of her father and older brother as the diamond jeweled tiara was slid into her befitting pixie cut red hair. Nina was removing her shoes, and Marybeth her socks, with half closed eyes. Lynn was sliding her shoes and socks under her throne. Katie, Ida Mae, and Eliza were sitting regally with barely open eyes. Crystal had started to fidget. Brook was looking at her older brother, as Agatha looked away nervously from the coach.
"Number Eleven, Rebecca Richardson," Lorry said firmly, noting that her uncle in his naval dress whites was the only one standing behind her. Rebecca seems to be one of those perfectly ordinary girls, with her shoulder length slightly curled hair parting easily as a pale blue jeweled tiara slid over her brow, causing her eyes to open wide. Pippa and Nina's eyes were half closed as they removed their shoes and socks respectively. Marybeth was sliding her shoes and socks under the throne. Lynn, Katie, and Ida Mae sat regally on their thrones, their eyes barely open. Eliza had started to fidget. Crystal was looking at her uncle. Brook nervously looked away from her older brother, as Agatha reached to grab her father's hand.
"Number Twelve, Samantha Peters," Lorry announced, standing before the next to last throne. Behind it stood her mother, uncle, and five-year-old little brother. Samantha had curly golden brown hair that went down to her waist. The light green jeweled tiara placed in her hair caused her eyes to open wide, showing their hazel depths. Shoes were being removed by Rebecca, and socks by Pippa, as their eyes half closed on auto pilot. Nina put her shoes and socks under her throne, as next to her Marybeth, Lynn, and Kate sat regally. Ida Mae was fidgetting. Eliza was looking at father, as Crystal looked away from her uncle. Brook had grabbed her older brother's hand, as Agatha pulled the coach closer to her.
"Number Thirteen, Victoria Lee," Lorry finished the list at the last throne, where a small mulatto girl with long black hair stood in front of her grandfather. Lorry slid the brown jeweled tiara into that hair, watching her eyes open wide.
Lorry watched as the girls finished removing their shoes and sock. By the time everyone was ready, Agatha, Brook, and Crystal were squirming in their thrones. They'd be the first to go through the next step. "Follow me." He led the group back to the banquet room, past the currently empty main room. As soon as the last of them had left the entryway, the box under the thrones emptied the shoes and socks into the basement. The girls wouldn't need them anymore.
Entering the banquet room, he directed each family to their positions around the u-shaped table, making sure that each tiara girl was next to their soon-to-be stud. No sooner than they had sat down did Agatha ask where the little girls room was. Brook, Crystal, and Eliza stood up with her. Lorry brought them to the young girl's room, using the excuse of needing more menus to leave the room. Once the four were in the room, he pulled out his pad and using the hidden cameras made sure that all the girls followed the next step.
Agatha probably knew more about what was going to happen to her than most of her teammates. That being said, she didn't know that much, only that The Tiara Room was going to increase Connecticut's population. The state had lost half of its population to the Blue Plague, and in the last four years barely any had been born to replace them. Agatha had heard something about a change in fertility period, but it hadn't really thought about it much, save for some remarks that she'd have to have babies earlier than her mother had. She had no urge to start anytime soon, even though she'd been having periods regularly for three years, she was only ten, after all.
Agatha had barely sat down when she'd had to rush to the restroom. It was a bit strange when three other girls on her team joined her, especially since there were exactly four stalls in the restroom. Agatha barely had time to slide down her uniform shorts and panties before her bladder busted, which was a bit strange as she had gone not more than an hour ago. She let her shorts and panties drop off, and kicked them to the side as she wiped.
Opening the stall door, Agatha strode out to wash her hands. The soap had a rather nice cherry scent. As soon as she was done and had dried her hands, she noticed a squirt bottle labeled Xlube. She picked it up, and raising her uniform shirt slightly, shot a squirt up into her vagina. She put the bottle back and headed back to the banquet room, only dressed in her uniform shirt, which went down just about to her crotch.
As she went to reclaim her seat, she tapped the shoulder of a squirming teammate, Ida Mae, who immediately got up and hurried towards the restroom. Agatha's chair was gone, so she went to sit in her father's, the coach's, lap.
Lorry removed four more chairs from around the table as the girls headed to the restroom. The first four were already sitting on their stud's laps: Agatha on the coach's, Brook on her older brother's, Crystal on her uncle's, and Eliza on her father's, as they looked at the menu. It wouldn't be long before the first four had their studs' cocks inside their pussies. In fact Lorry was sure that he wouldn't finish getting all the orders before it happened.
He started doing the orders with number twelve, and figured that if he got the timing right number eight would be back just as he got to that number. Timing was right. He even got to the first group, just as each of them lost their virginities. Number nine was back just as he got to her, as was the thirteen girl. Timing had worked perfectly.
Agatha felt her father's cock slide into her pussy for the first time. It felt so good sliding into her body, opening a path to pleasure that she had never known before. Her father's hands raised her shirt a bit so he could slide his hands under it and start to feel her budding breasts. She moaned as the shirt rose and he began to raise and lower her on his cock. Her shirt bunched up under her arms, and as her father, the coach, guided her movements up and down, her arms rose. The shirt with its proud number one on it was pulled over her head, leaving her naked.
Her father brought her to climax, once, twice, as they waited the arrival of their food. Around the table all of her teammates were doing likewise. Their naked bodies were awash with sweat, and the room was full of the scent of sex by the time the waiters arrived with their meals. Agatha could feel her father's seed squirt inside her, as she milked it up into her fertile womb.
Agatha wanted her father to do it again, over and over, until her naked body swelled with her father's baby. The tiara was busy rewriting her wants and desires. Soon the idea of having baby after baby until she could have no more would be perfectly normal to her.
Lorry slid the last of the withdrawn chairs back into place as his waiters began to bring in the food. He knew each of the couples would be very hungry after the first round of breeding that they'd done. The girls each went back to their seats, staining the white canvas pad that had been placed on the chairs with their virginities. They would all be given the pad when they left. It had eyes on it so it could be flown in front of the respective houses.
He supervised the placement of meals, and then stood back and watched what had now evolved back into a perfectly normal soccer team banquet. Well, perfectly normal if you ignored the fact that every single member of the team was naked and had just lost her virginity. The team and their families were chatting, and awards were being handed out.
Lorry smiled when Coach Bartlett said that he expected the girls back on his team next fall as U11s. Given that the Blue Plague had shortened gestation to eight months, and that the Tiara Room ensured that all the girls were fertile enough to get pregnant their first time under the tiara, the girls probably would be able to return to the field when the time came. Lorry typed in a minor change to the program into his tablet to make sure the girls would all be ready to be the Hartford U11 Naked Amazons next fall. The break in their pregnancies to play the game every fall was a good idea. He uploaded the change.
Agatha enjoyed her cherry cheese cake. She was enjoying the full feeling of her father's cock, having sat back down on it after receiving her awards. As the coach's daughter, her awards always came last. It looked like having a cock in their naked bodies was a part of all of her teammates' awards. Agatha had two plaques, one for most goals scored in a game, and another for assists in the season. She was glad that she hadn't gotten the MVP, which had gone to Pippa, or one of the other major awards. It wasn't good when the coach's daughter won too much.
As soon as Agatha finished her cheese cake, she found herself laying across the table as her father plowed her pussy hard. It was a lot different than the slower seduction that had comprised her first time an hour before. Her father raised her feet to her shoulders, and his hard breeding drove all thought out of her mind.
It wasn't until she was showering in the Tiara Room's exit path that she began to think and remember again. By that time the tiara had implanted enough commands and changes that the short time that she'd taken it off to wash her blond hair didn't let her escape its programming. Her hair was dried, and she put the tiara back on before she headed down the darkened hall to the exit.
There were windows in the hall that allowed her to see those gathered waiting, including the team that the Amazons had beaten for the championship, the Angels. They were still dressed, and just beginning to be seated on the thrones, unlike the Amazons who were completely naked as they walked towards the exit. Agatha could see her school rival Dorothy having her tiara slid into her black hair while wearing the blue #1 and white uniform shirt of her team.
Lorry caught a glimpse of the Amazons as their freshly washed and fertilized naked bodies walked down the exit path. He was certain that they were one hundred percent successful. After all The Tiara Room as a whole generally had a ninety-nine point nine nine five percent success rate. He pulled down the next group of tiaras and went to crown the next team. He would not get to follow this group as closely, as the regular opening of the main dining room opened on their heels.
Agatha pulled the seat belt across her naked body as she sat down in the driver side back seat on her parent's BMW. Her plaques were on the seat beside her, as was the flag stained with the remains of her virginity and first time. The seatbelt clicked in place just as her mother shut the passenger side front door. There was a brief beep before her father started the car and they began to pull out of the parking lot.
"So, Agatha, did you enjoy the tiara room?" her mother asked.
"Yes Mom," Agatha replied. "The food was really good, and Daddy did a real good job making me feel good for my first time."
"I bet you're a bit sore right now," her mother said. "Do you want to fly your virginity flag tomorrow morning?"
Agatha felt her pussy lips. She was a bit sore. "Yes, Mom. How long will it be before I know if Daddy got me pregnant?"
"Five or six days," her mother replied. "Assuming he was successful the first day. You will make sure Agatha gets a few more doses of her father's seed three or four times a day until we're sure, dear."
"I don't think that will be a chore, Christie," her daddy said. "I'll put her to bed every night, and wake her up every morning, with a dose. Add one when I get home from work, and maybe one after dinner, and that will match your recommended daily dosing. That should be good enough to knock up my little mystery girl if I haven't already. Now what do you say, Agatha?"
"Thank you, Daddy, for breeding me," Agatha said. "I hope you put lots of babies in my womb."
"I told you she'd be like that," her Daddy said.
"You were right," her mother replied. "I wish I'd been able to give you more, and she didn't have too."
"It's a new world, Christie, a new world."
Lorry locked the front door of The Tiara Room behind the last customer to leave. Contrary to popular belief the chain didn't just cater to the mating and control of young girls. It also had a rather nice sports bar and the main room didn't consist just of girls being transformed and their families. Even the banquet room would be used for many different groups after the current run of girls soccer teams was done. He had to admire the way the Hartford Girls Rec Soccer League teams had been co-opted into feeding all those girls into The Tiara Room. Someone in home office deserved a raise for successful lobbying.
A quick totaling of the till, and a review of every one else's clean up, and he'd be done for the night. For a first night, they'd done quite well. In fact they were ahead of pace on the tiaras. He'd have to request more to be shipped express, as it looked like the week's projected supply would be done in just three more days, especially since more teams had added reservations that night. It only took a half hour for everyone to clean up and go.
Lorry was the last to leave, departing for his home where his pregnant twelve-year-old niece waited with their daughter. He planned to make sure his little Laura got some relief for her just starting to show body. As he left The Tiara Room, he wondered if he'd see the Amazons together again.
Agatha looked down at the testing strip. Her mother had been right, it only took five days for Daddy to make her pregnant. It only took a few minutes for her to absorb the fact before she rushed out of the bathroom, announcing, "Daddy, I'm having a baby!"
Her father smiled, as her naked body impacted his, catching her against his three piece suit. "I told you it wouldn't take long. We'll go to The Tiara Room tonight to celebrate."
Lorry led the Bartlett family to a table in the main dining room. It had only been five days since the coach had brought his team in, and already they were back for the post pregnancy adjustment. Unlike some other states, Connecticut had decided that once a girl got pregnant, there was no need for the girl to be in estrus until she gave birth.
That meant that the little girls wouldn't be naked and eager to have sex like was done in some southern states. After they were known to be pregnant, they were to be taken back to The Tiara Room for an update that would allow them to cool down and get dressed. Given that it was for the purpose of the girls getting pregnant, their new clothes wouldn't be the same shirts and pants that they had worn. They'd be in high waist dresses, designed to show off exactly what was happening inside their bellies. He'd gotten his niece a few of them at the shop next door. Not that he didn't keep his niece mostly naked, but it was a lot colder in Connecticut, and you needed clothes every once in a while.
Of course, since Connecticut was cold, and it had snowed an inch or so, Agatha Bartlett had actually entered The Tiara Room wearing boots and a thick winter overcoat. The ten-year-old had discarded both in the entryway, though they'd be returned to her. Her shoes from her crowning had been mailed home to her. Lorry doubted that they'd been worn again yet. In fact he was pretty sure that Agatha had spent the last five days naked, probably with her feet in the air. He held the chair for Mrs. Bartlett, as Mr. Bartlett did the same for Agatha.
Lorry handed out the menus, noticing that Agatha had her hand between her legs, stroking her wet pussy. He knew that she wouldn't be doing that by the end of the meal. Excusing himself, he returned to his post to await the arrival of another team for the banquet hall.
He would see Agatha getting ready to leave, putting her boots and overcoat on, no longer feeling her pussy or budding breasts, later. In fact the Bartlette family soon became regulars for Thursday night dinner, so Lorry got to watch Agatha's pregnancy progress, until her baby's birth.