For the Love of Lana 4
More troubles of Lana and Johnathon
More troubles of Lana and Johnathon
“Unh- God, yes! Harder!” Justin ground his cock against my clit. I felt his shaft moving between my thighs. I couldn’t help but squeeze them together, it felt so good.
“Monica, you’re so beautiful. Why couldn’t I see it before?” Justin moaned in my ear.
“Fuck me, Justin! Please, fuck me!” I nearly screamed. It felt like lightning was coursing through my body. Justin pressed against me harder, thrusting faster and faster. I felt my back begin to arch and my face felt hot. I was so close to cumming.
“Well, it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah- I’m your toy, your 20th century boy” Crap- Justin was calling! I pulled my hand out from between my legs and reached for my phone, but my fingers were soaked. I rolled over and grabbed the phone with my other, dryer hand.
“Hey, Justin!” My voice was way too high! I sounded like an idiot!
“Monica, what’s going on?” His voice was honey mixed with gravel, smooth but rough. He was so hot.
“Oh, um, nothing. What’s going on with you?”
“Miles left the band- got in a fight with Trevor. We’re trying to find a new keyboardist. You play, right?”
“Keyboard? Um, yeah, I play!” I was actually more of a classical piano player, but I could play whatever they wanted, especially for Justin.
“Cool. Look, we’re having auditions this afternoon, ’round five. You should be there.”
“I’ll definitely come!” Hopefully, in more ways than one.
“Sounds good. Later.” With that, Justin hung up. I couldn’t believe it. Trouble Note, Justin’s band, was awesome. They had at least three or four gigs a week and everyone figured they’d get a record deal soon. I couldn’t understand why Miles would leave. It was Trevor on bass, Daniel on lead guitar, Justin on vocals and rhythm guitar, Harry on drums, and Miles on the keyboard. At least, it used to be! I guess he and Trevor finally went at it. They’d never liked each other, but I didn’t ever think one of them would leave. Now was my chance though! If I could make it onto Trouble Note, I’d spend, like, every single day with Justin! Maybe he’d notice me and I could do more than just rub one out to the thought of him.
It was around two thirty, just enough time to get ready. I got off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. “Crap.” I sighed. More acne, it was always more acne. I had the worst pizza face of anyone I knew. I didn’t even blame guys for not wanting to talk to me. I wouldn’t have wanted to either. And it wasn’t like I was stacked or anything. I had small boobs, barely a B cup. I was always one of those girl friends that guys have. Not a girlfriend, just a friend that happened to be a girl. I was the one they went to when they wanted advice on how to land other, hotter girls. That was how I’d met all my guy friends really, all of them except Justin. He and I were both music majors. I’d been in the library, trying to find this book on early twentieth century jazz for my research paper, which was due the next day, and I couldn’t find it anywhere. When I finally got angry and shouted, asking where in the hell it was, Justin had walked over with it. We?d been friends since then.
By three, I?d showered and settled on an outfit. I put on some pants and a green sweater. I left my hair down because it helped cover up more of my face that way. The only thing I liked that I wore were my shoes. They were leather strap heels and really cute, not that it mattered when I was the one who was wearing them. Basically, the only thing I had going for me was music. I lived and breathed it. When I wrote a piece or played something, it made me feel beautiful. When the music finished, I was ugly again. I was good at piano though, really good, so if the band wanted a keyboardist who wouldn’t hog the spotlight and could play, I was their girl.
I got to Harry’s bar early. “Happy Harry’s” was their drummer’s bar, and since it already had a small stage and needed entertainment some nights, it was the natural place for them to practice. I saw Justin on stage, adjusting his mike. He had messy, unkempt brown hair and these dark eyes that were like looking into two bottomless wells. He was wearing a red and white baseball shirt with some torn jeans and a Fratellis wrist band. So hot. I waved. He looked up, smiled a little, and raised a hand. I took a seat and waited for them to get ready to audition people. A half hour later, it was me and these two stoner looking guys who weren’t exactly MTV material in the looks department either. I went first and played Trouble Note’s “Token Heart, Broken Art” almost perfectly. The two guys both sucked. The spot was as good as mine! As I was coming off stage though, the doors to the bar swung open and this girl walked in like she’d just stepped out of a movie.
She had long blonde hair, a cute figure, and perfect skin. The guys in the band were only too happy to meet her. Her name was Amber Lynne, which meant even her name kicked my name’s ass. When she played though, it was barely passable. She had to stop and restart twice. The band asked us to wait outside while they discussed what they’d seen. Maybe that meant I still had a shot. The four of us stood outside, the two stoner guys shared a joint and Amber lit a cigarette, occasionally giving me a cold look out of the corner of her eye. I leaned against the door to the bar. I could just make out what the guys were saying.
“-don’t care, she bit hard. You know Monica was the best.” It was Justin!
“And I don?t care about your pity friend’s playing when her face looks like road rash. Amber’s hot, Monica’s not.” There was a pause after that.
“No, Dude. Sorry, but I have to agree with him. I vote Amber too.”
“Me too.”
“God, you guys can be real dicks sometimes. I’m going to call her in first. Maybe I can explain or something. Shit.” I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door and I moved back a few feet before I was caught listening in. The door cracked open. “Hey, Monica, you can come in first.”
“Um, okay.” I said, barely loud enough to be heard. I felt awful. Justin and I took a seat at a table at the back of the bar. The rest of the band pretended to check their instruments.
“Look-” Justin began. I could see it was difficult for him, he felt badly about what had happened. The least I could do was make it easier on him.
“I didn’t get the part, s’okay. I knew Amber would as soon as she walked in.” Justin told me the band had voted for Amber, but he said my playing was definitely the best. I let my hair fall in front of my face and told him I’d see him in class on Monday. He asked if I wanted to get lunch afterwards, I told him yes. It was a nice gesture, a consolation prize to help mollify the pain. I kept it together until I got to my car. I was sobbing as I pulled away from the bar. I didn’t know what to do and I kept crying harder and harder. I couldn’t even see the road. I pulled into a parking lot somewhere in town and cut the engine. I just cried until I was done. Then I got out of the car and decided I might as well walk around. I didn’t come in too often and I needed something to take my mind off of things. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked in the window of the store I was passing and saw a bunch of old, Asian looking stuff inside. I decided to check it out.
The store was filled with all kinds of antiques, Chinese looking stuff that seemed like it should be in a museum. “Hey there!” I heard a voice call from the upper floor at the back of the store. It was a cute guy, he looked like he ran the store. “Can I help you with anything?” I told him no. I don’t know how he knew, but he asked me why I was so sad. Before I knew it, I was explaining everything that had just happened to him. I told him about Justin, about his band, trying out, and Amber showing up. He was a really good listener. He asked me if I had told Justin that I liked him. I said no, of course not. He asked why. I told him I was too ugly. Justin would never go for someone like me. He was about to say something when this beautiful girl walked into the store.
“God,” I thought, “this day hates me.”
He and the girl chatted for a minute. They looked excited to see each other, probably deeply in love. Then the guy, I swear, caught me giving the girl a glance. A few seconds later, he and the girl came by and he introduced the two of us. Her name was Amanda, I told her mine was Monica. He asked if we’d talk for a second while he went in the back. The guy said he had something I’d like in the back of the store, but it might take him a minute to find it. After he left, his girlfriend started talking to me. She was sweet too, but not as syrupy as the guy; she had a little bit of attitude. Her name was Amanda, and she was basically who I wished I could’ve been. Hot, confident, and with a great guy.
“Hey, you were saying your skin bothered you. Try this.” I looked up and saw the guy had come back. In his hands was a small wooden box. I took it from him.
“What is it?” The box looked like it was filled with black leaves or something.
“Blue Lotus Tea Leaves. Blue Lotus Tea is really rare. I’m pretty sure we’re the only store that has any. It’s supposed to help promote growth, balance your energy, flush out toxins- basically make your body super healthy. I think it’ll help your skin.” I told him it was nice of him, but I didn’t think anything would help. I’d tried every brand, every medication, every wipe, rinse, or cream that you could buy. Nothing had helped. ?Well, at least you won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work and you get tea out of the deal. Why not try it? What’ve you got to lose?” That was true. I bought the tea, which he sold to me for considerably less than I bet it was worth, then I got in my car. As I drove off, I saw the boy and Amanda kiss as he locked the door to the store. I must’ve shown up right at closing time.
I boiled some tea when I got back to my apartment. I thought it would be blue or green, but the tea wound up taking on the color of clouds, a transparent bluish-grey. I sat down to watch American Idol while I drank my tea. It tasted like cotton candy and ginger, no kidding. “Oh my god! This is great!” I said out loud. I finished the tea in two more gulps and immediately brewed myself another cup. When I’d finished that cup, I felt really good. I figured it was the caffeine making me feel awake, but I was also sort of horny. Besides that, I was hungry and wound up eating two whole cans of vegetable soup. Then I masturbated again to the thought of Justin fucking me. I wound up going to bed early though. It was weird.
I woke up early too. The sun was barely up, but I felt completely re-energized. I got up and looked in the mirror. I thought my face looked better, but maybe I was just in a good mood. It was hard to tell. I was also hungry and craving my Blue Lotus Tea. I poured myself several bowls of Special K and brewed two cups of the tea. When I had finished my meal, I started on my school work and had it done by lunch time. I went out for lunch with my friend Kelsey, who I hadn’t called in a while. She said I seemed happier. I told her it was just her imagination. When I got home, I drank another cup of tea. By the time I went to bed, I had already had six cups and an equal number of orgasms.
The next morning, there was a definite change in my skin. My forehead was still bad but my cheeks were much clearer and my hair looked shiny. Needless to say, I drank a lot of tea that day as well. On Monday, maybe half of my acne had cleared up and some of the scars from it had gone away too. When I was getting dressed, my shirt got stuck on my chest as I was pulling it down. I?d never had that happen before, but I didn’t think anything about it. During class, Justin and I chatted and he said I looked nice. After that, I asked to go to the bathroom. Just that one remark had me wet and I came thinking about him eating me out. Lunch was great too, although I ate more than I wished I had, but I was always hungry now. Maybe my body needed the calories to make my skin better.
Over the next few weeks, I kept drinking the tea and picked up three more boxes from the hot, nice guy at Mr. Wong?s Curios and Antiques. He said he was glad I was feeling better and that my skin was looking great. It was true, it was almost perfect now. I’d get a small pimple every now and then, but it was usually gone by the next day. My hair had grown out really quickly too, smoother and silkier than before. By far the greatest change was what had happened to my body. Not only did my skin look great but it seemed toned. My ass felt bigger, which I wasn’t thrilled about, but it was tight and firm. I had actually learned a couple of hip hop dances for fun, now that I actually had something to shake. Even better, I’d had to go bra shopping. My boobs were popping out of their old cups. I’d moved from a small B to a large C. It felt amazing. Every morning was like a dream, I got to wake up, look in the mirror and see a model looking back at me- then I made her come at least twice.
I was talking with Justin more too, now that I wasn’t so nervous around him. He and I talked about music and jobs and about Trouble Note. They were about to get signed, he said. They had a big concert on the twentieth, record label executives were supposed to come. If they liked what they saw and heard, he figured they’d get a deal. I was happy for him and when he asked if I would, I told him I’d come to the concert. And speaking of coming, I’d thought I masturbated a lot before, but since starting on my regimen of tea around the clock, I had to come at least five or six times a day and whenever I knew I’d see Justin, bringing spare panties was a necessity.
The Friday before his concert, Justin had me come over to play keyboard so that he could practice extra for the concert. His voice sounded great and I got to learn more of the band?s songs. After that, I told him I didn’t really have clothes for a concert and I basically just had sweaters and loose t-shirts. He asked me why I never let anyone see my body, when I had such a good one. I told him I didn’t think I did. He brushed my hair behind my ear and told me I should show my face too, I was beautiful. I thought my heart would stop. He’d never said anything like that to me before. I leaned forward by instinct and before I knew what was happening, I felt him kiss me.
We went shopping at the mall after that and he helped me pick out a couple of new, more rocker-style outfits. When I couldn’t decide between two shirts, I stepped out the dressing room with just my bra on and asked him which he liked better. The stare he gave me was completely worth it. I bought the clothes and we had dinner at the food court together. After that, I told him we were going to Chique-n-Sleek, this expensive hair place. When the lady asked what I’d like done, I asked her to hand Justin a catalogue and told him to pick out whatever he wanted. I wound up getting a trim and a bright red streak that framed the right side of my face. It looked really good with my naturally dark hair. Justin drove me home and we actually made out for a few minutes. When my hand brushed his crotch, which I made seem like an accident, I felt how hard he was under his jeans. I pressed down, just a hint, and enjoyed the grunting sound he made. I went inside then, leaving him wanting more for once.
When the day Trouble Note was to play came, I made sure to be ready and look my best. I started my day with two cups of tea and a large blueberry muffin I had picked up from the bakery down the street. The rest of the day, I took care of my class assignments and got ready. I slipped on my new black bra, with the lacy frills and hot pink accents. A black thong finished my unmentionable ensemble. Next, I put on a pair of black jeans that hugged my ass, with a studded belt that screamed rocker. I pulled a hot pink tube top down over my bra and then a black, low cut, Nirvana shirt on over that, leaving an inch or two of my stomach showing. I put on just enough make-up and purple eye shadow to look good without looking like a groupie. I finished the look off with a black, plastic choker, a wrist band, and I put my hair up. But, I made sure to leave the red streak down, since Justin liked it so much. When I saw myself in the mirror it was unbelievable. “I’d fuck me.” I thought to myself. The difference between my life then and what it was a few weeks ago was almost too immense to comprehend. If Justin and the band got signed, who knew what life would be like if we became serious.
I met Justin at the concert hall and he gave me a backstage pass and a ticket to the front section, where?d I?d be able to see the band play from. He looked great and I wished him luck, leaving a throaty whisper in his ear. He looked like he appreciated that. When it came time for the band to come on, everyone was on their feet as they screamed and chanted “TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE! TROUBLE NOTE!!”
After several minutes, Justin and the others still weren’t on stage. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Justin had texted me. “Problem! Meet backstage!” The text read. I slipped out and after showing security my pass, went backstage and found Justin.
“What?s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“Amber- she’s going to the hospital.”
“Oh my god..” I didn’t like Amber, but I hoped she was alright. “Is she okay?”
“She’ll be peachy by tomorrow. She’s so high she- damn, I don’t even know. I’ve never seen someone that high before.” Considering Trevor was in the band, Amber must’ve been really, really high.
“What are you guys going to do?!”
“Can you play? You know the songs.”
“I- I don’t know. I’ve never played them in front of anyone before. I don’t know how you’ve got the sound set up and um, I- I just- I want to- but, um-” Justin cut me off with a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes with his shadowy pair.
“You’ve got this. I’ll be right there with you.” I nodded and we headed to the band. A few minutes later, we were on stage. I’d never felt anything like it. The rush of the crowd, the sound of the music. Rocking an entire stadium with Justin in front of me- It was magical. When we’d finished our set and then the encore, the crowd kept chanting for one more. We played “Token Heart, Broken Art,” the same song I’d tried out with and when the final note hit, I strutted right up to Justin, in front of two thousand screaming fans, and pulled him in for the most passionate kiss I’d ever given anyone. We were signed with Good Guy Records before we left that night. I replaced Amber.
The after party was wild, really, really wild. Before we got too tipsy, Justin and I beat it. He drove me back to my place and I invited him to come up stairs. Out of habit, I brewed two cups of Blue Lotus Tea. I gave him one and we quickly gulped the tea down. “I feel great.” He sighed.
“Me too.” I crooned in Justin?s ear. I stroked my hand across his crotch, feeling it stiffen at my touch. “How’s he feeling?”
“Better now.” We started making out and I thrust my tongue deep into Justin’s mouth. I wanted him and by God, tonight I was going to fuck him till he was empty.
“Bedroom…” I moaned in his ear. Justin took the hint and picked me up, carrying me into my room. He laid me down and we started to undress. I pulled off my shirt and tube top as he took his shirt off as well. Then we pulled off our shoes and pants, leaving the both of us in our underwear.
“Damn.” He said as I lay on my side, posing in my bra and thong for him. I unhooked the back of my bra and let my tits fall out. I slid my thong off next. Finally, with my body completely bare except for the choker around my neck, I let my hair down, gave Justin the sexiest, most sultry look I could. Then I spread my legs, letting him see my flooded thighs. I beckoned him towards me, but when he tried to get on top of me, I pulled his boxers down. Before he knew what I was doing, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. “Shit, Monica, that feels so good.” Hearing Justin say my name like that turned me on ever more. I pulled off his cock and finally got a good look at the dick that I had thought about so many times. It was nearly eight inches long and thick enough that it got me even wetter thinking about how I would fit it in me.
I bent my head down to it again and slid my lips down around it, enjoying the feeling of Justin’s cock filling my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. As I reached the base of his shaft, Justin moaned and I started to gag. I wasn’t stopping till I reached the very bottom. Pushing on, I finally felt his head bump against my tonsils. I cupped his balls and with my other hand took a handful of perfect ass and squeezed. I pulled back up until only his head was in my mouth, then I pushed back down to the bottom. I was learning to love the feeling of gagging, as long as it was his cock I was sucking. I went up and down faster and Justin ran his fingers through my hair, taking hold of my head. I kept bobbing up and down on him as he forced his shaft into my throat again and again.
“Fuck, Monica, I’m about to come!” He yelled. I felt Justin try to pull away, not wanting to finish in my mouth, but I wanted his cum. I wanted every drop of his load. I grabbed his ass with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat till his head was down my throat as far it would go. “I’M CUMMING!” Justin yelled and I felt his hips buck hard.
His cock pulsed inside my mouth I felt warm, salty cum plaster the back of my throat. There was hardly any point in doing so, but I swallowed it as best I could. Before I had even finished with that shot, another, even bigger rope of cum filled my throat. It was hard to breathe but I kept sucking down his load, not letting a single drop go anywhere but into my throat and then deep into my stomach. Justin dug his hands harder into my hair and his hips face fuck me hard. When I finally took what seemed like the hundredth shot of his cum, I felt his orgasm die away. Justin turned and fell onto the bed, his legs leaning off the side and resting on the ground, one of his feet on my Musical Theory textbook.
I saw Justin?s cock begin to soften, a bead of cum left on its tip. I had plans for that dick and I?d meant every last drop when I?d said it. I slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of him. I bent down, wrapped my tongue around his head again, sucking the last vestiges of his cum into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard again. “Ahh, I just came!” He yelled as I pushed him to the edge, his cock still extra sensitive. I continued on, sucking and pumping until he was as hard as a rock again.
“Now that I finally have big tits-” I said as I looked into Justin’s eyes, “I want you to fuck them.” I leaned forward and wrapped my tits around his cock, creating a slick pussy for him out of my chest. They’d gotten so sensitive since I’d started drinking the tea and it felt amazing just to have him between them. I cupped my tits in my hands and pressed them around him, creating as much pressure as I could. His hips started moving his cock between them, and I bounced them up and down in time with his thrusts. It was the first time I?d ever given a boob job to someone. It was amazing to watch him fuck my tits. I bent my head down and took his head into my mouth, sucking as his hips kept bucking.
I moved my hands up and down, bouncing my boobs up and down faster and faster as Justin thrust to match my speed. Before long, I could hear the sound of his breathing becoming shallow and fast. “Come for me, Baby.” I crooned. I moved my tits as fast as I could and dipped my head down, taking as much of his cock as I could. When I felt his cock pulse, like someone taking the cap off a shaken bottle of soda, I pulled my mouth off and let him fountain onto me. His first shot ran down my hair, across my eye, and onto my chest. The second arched way over my head, landing behind me on the bed and leaving a trail of droplets all across me. The third shot hit my chin and the rest went all over my chest, coating my the tops of my tits with his cum. It felt so warm and wet and good on me. After he finished coming, Justin lay back on the bed, exhausted. While he recovered, I went to the bathroom and reluctantly cleaned my face off. I thought about wiping my chest off, but decided not to. “What the hell, I like it.” I thought to myself as I looked at my big tits covered in Justin’s cum. If I liked it, why not enjoy it while it lasted?
With my face wiped off, I glanced back in the bedroom at Justin. He looked like he was mostly asleep. His big cock lay limply across his leg and his breathing was slow and deep. He needed a rest if I was going to make him keep going, so after and brushing his hair off of his forehead and giving him a small kiss, I walked into the kitchen and made two more cups of tea. That was the last I had, so as I carried the cups back to the bedroom, I made a mental note to go back by Mr. Wong?s Curios and buy some more. I found Justin basically asleep when I walked back into the bedroom, but the aroma of the tea must’ve stirred him, because his eyes fluttered open as I set the cups on the end table by the bed.
“Smells good.” He said hoarsely, his throat dry unlike mine. Not that I was complaining.
“Here.” I handed him one cup as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. I took the other cup and straddled his lap, letting myself sink down onto him. Even when he wasn’t hard, it felt so good to have his cock pressed against me. Just the thought that I, Monica had Justin’s cock between my legs, pressed against my pussy, was enough to get me wet again. As we sat there, sipping on our blue tea, I began grinding on him, without realizing it at first. His shaft slipped between my wet lips and slid back and forth, teasing my clit. Each movement felt better than the last. My pussy was soaking, coating Justin’s swelling cock with my cum. Eventually, we lost track of our tea, throwing the cups onto the carpeted floor. Justin had begun thrusting for real and it felt amazing to be lifted up, only to land on his hard shaft again.
“Justin-” I whispered to him as planted my hands on his chest and brought my face close to his. “I want you. Please- please, fuck me.” I needed him. I needed him inside me and no one and nothing else would do. I looked into his dark eyes, feeling myself sucked into them. Then he closed them and I felt his hand on the back of my hand, his fingers in my hair, pulling me towards him. Our lips made contact and then opened for our tongues as we fell into the hardest, most sexual kiss I’d ever had. It seemed like we’d never break apart. My lips were pressed so hard against his that I thought they might bruise and we were grinding our bodies together in time, not a single inch of space between us. When everything was coated in sweat and my cum, I found the will power to break away from the kiss and lift myself up.
Justin and I stared at the space between us. He took his cock in his hand and raised it up until the head, swollen, purple, and oozing precum, was grazing my entrance.
“Are you ready?” He asked me, looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek with his free hand.
“Yes. God, yes. I’m so ready.” I sank down and felt his cock pressing in, my glistening entrance welcoming him inside me. He took his hand away from his cock after the first inch had slid into me. He put his hand on my hips and pushed me down towards his lap, forcing me to take and more of his wonderful cock. Finally, I gave up trying to take it slowly and sank down, engulfing the last four inches all at once.
“Unnh!” I moaned as I felt his cock fill me and our bodies become one. I was so tight and he was so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Every twitch made my cheeks feel hot and set my eyelids fluttering. I thought that this must be what heaven felt like, but then it all got even better. Justin pulled out until only half of his cock was still inside me, then he thrust back inside, slamming me down with his hands on my hips. The impact sent waves of pleasure racing through my body. I’d never felt anything like it. Even in my best fantasies, I’d never imagined Justin could make me feel this good. After that, Justin started thrusting in and out of me regularly, his cock pushing against my g-spot and every impact making my clit scream in delight.
“Unh, Monica you’re so tight. It’s never felt this good with anyone else.”
“Ohh, Justin! Yes, I’m tight for you, only you. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big dick!” Hearing me talk like that must’ve really turned him on, because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up, completely off the bed. Justin’s dick was pressed so deep inside me that it felt like his head had to be pushing into my womb. God, I wanted his cum.
The next thing I felt was my body bouncing up and down as Justin fucked me hard. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping together every time I came down. The feeling was too much for me to handle. I leaned back and felt the tip of his cock drive straight into my G spot again and again. That was it. I leaned back forward and dug my hands into Justin and raked his chest with my nails. That turned him on so much that I could feel his cock swell up and pulse inside me. I felt myself tighten around him.
“God, fuck, Justin! Make me cum! Make me CUM!” My back arched and my face felt so hot. Then I felt my legs clench and my pussy went wild. “I’M CUMMING, JUSTIN! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!” That pushed Justin over the edge too. I felt him dig his hands into my thighs and slam his huge cock all the way into me.
“MONICA, I’m CUMMING!” He yelled. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, I suddenly felt jets of his warm cum splatter inside me and I started cumming all over again. When our orgasms finally subsided, I collapsed on top of Justin, feeling the slick sweat on our bodies mix. I ran my hands through his hair and he looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Monica.”
“I love you too, Justin. I love you so much.” We were so tired and so happy in each other’s arms, we fell asleep with the light on.
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But she had seen enough of that in the Diner. Seen hordes of miniskirt-wearing, high-heeled country girls dripping over young men. There had been lots of tits on display, cooing, and a scent of a strange perfume that nearly overpowered the burgers.
Two of the patrons had even started essentially fucking each other in the booth itself, before stumbling out the door with milkshake-stained shirts. Hands pressed on each other’s privates.
The doorbell rang. Anne swung it open, and the light nearly blinded her date.
“Oh, hi Terri,” the boy said, to her Mom. Anne blushed and stepped backwards.
There was a long moment of mutual examination. The boy looked over Terri’s backswept, pony-tailed hair, then her blue jeans, and defiant college t-shirt. She had re-applied the old white makeup. If it wasn’t for her new boobs, straining at the t-shirt, and the way the jeans barely fit over her hips, she would’ve been completely back to normal.
Mark, the boy, wore his Dad’s tie, Dad’s shirt, and Dad’s blazer, all just a little too large. His face was pink where he had recently shaved.
Her Mom pushed her outside. “You kids have fun!” she said, and slammed the door. Terri was left alone with a boy she didn’t know.
“Welcome back to Calving,” Mark said. His voice strained to stay casual.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking excited,” Terri sniffed. “Did we… ever meet in High School?” she said. He looked familiar, and it hadn’t been the largest school.
“Not really. I ran with the Computer Geek crowd. We didn’t get out much.”
“Oh,” Terri said. She sort of remembered them. Pasty and white. Small boys with squeaky voices. Terri had run with a small and elite crowd of literates. All of them still at college, of course. She was the one back at home, set up on blind dates by her Mom.
Mark drove a crappy car. They pulled away from the house.
“I don’t want to do this,” Terri said. “It was my Mom’s idea. I was planning to stay home and come up with an escape plan.” Actually, she had planned to take a shower and probably get off in the hot water. But that didn’t sound right.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mark confessed. He rubbed at his face. “Dad wanted me out of the house so he could hit on Mrs. Taylor.”
What? “That is ‘Mrs.’ Taylor, right?”
“Her husband is gone for a month. I don’t know. This whole town has gotten weird, just in the past couple of months. All of a sudden my Dad is talking about me meeting more girls, and my best friend spends all his time at his Girlfriend’s… weird.”
Terri nodded. The town WAS weird. She remembered a dusty cattle town with staid, proper women. Not the drooling collections of tits and ass bustling with children.
“So,” Mark said, “What do you want to do? Diner?”
“Hell no.”
“That’s the only restaurant, outside of fast food. Uh. Movie? They’re playing Lessons of God III. I haven’t seen the first two, I’m guessing it’s just more lessons.”
“Ugh,” Terri said. She slunk into her seat.
“Cow-tipping?” Mark seemed to mean it as a joke.
“What? Cow-tipping?”
“You never did it before? In High School?”
“Not really, no.” But it was sounding pretty good. Terri felt like smacking into something heavy and pushing it over. She gave Mark another look. “Tell me a little more about it.”
* * *
It hadn’t been hard to find cows. That pasture smell trailed everywhere in Calving. Just follow your nose and listen for mooing.
They shut the door, quietly. Terri giggled. Already this was fun. She had located a target, a big brown one in the center of the field. The fence was no obstacle.
She glanced back, and nearly bit through her lip. Mark had taken off his blazer.
The former computer geek was built.
With the shirt tucked in Terri could see big, broad shoulders, along with a strong chest and trim stomach. She caught herself wondering what he would look like without the loose, baggy shirt. And if he had any chest hair.
“Something wrong?” Mark said, puzzled.
“Oh. No! Ah. Lets do this,” Terri said. She looked away, took a deep breath.
The cow didn’t move when they approached. Terri narrowed her eyes, then flipped it the bird. Cows! Only good for milk and burgers!
Mark crept near her to whisper. Terri inhaled. Had the boy worn cologne? There was something extra-intriguing about him, once she got close enough. Something manly and rugged, like a very well-chosen aftershave.
“Okay, this is easy. You hold on, I’ll push. Be careful, they kick sometimes.”
“I was born careful,” Terri promised.
She put her hands underneath the cow, grunted, and waited. The cow’s belly was warm and moist. “Hurry,” Terri whispered, “this is actually pretty gros—“
Mark shoved. The cow not only toppled, it slid, and landed with a wet thud in the loose mud of the pasture. Only then did it let loose a confused, agonized “Mooo.”
Terri was on her rear in the mud. Mark’s strength had caught her by surprise, and she had stumbled forwards, toppled into the muck of the field.
“Oh, shit!” Mark said, mortified. He helped her up, grabbing hold of a mud-covered hand. They examined Terri by moonlight. Her shirt was a total loss, and her jeans weren’t much better, glistening with mud. At least she had managed to keep her hair dirt-free. “I’m sorry, Terri.”
Terri giggled. She nearly twirled her hair with a brown finger, and only just caught herself. “Oh my god. That was amazing! That was so great! You were so strong!” She pulsed with euphoria, despite a cold coating of muck. She had caught sight of Mark’s determined face when he pushed, and it had sent such a thrill through her…
She looked down. “Oh. I guess I should clean up.” She looked up at Mark and winked at him. “Lets go back to my place. I was getting tired of this outfit, anyways.”
* * *
Her body was very aware that there was a man in her room. And that she was naked.
Terri’s nipples were flushed and pink, heated and warm, and it spread throughout the new weight of her bigger boobs. Her pussy informed her that it was lubricated and ready to go. Plus there was a pink fog of warm arousal in her head, that seemed to squish out her more logical thoughts. Right now it was gushing over how big and built Mark had turned out to be. He was strong—strong enough to push over an entire cow!—and for her!
They had sneaked back inside the house. It was such a big house that there hadn’t really been a chance of her Mom catching them, but it had been… nicely naughty to sneak.
Terri checked her reflection. Washing her face had rinsed off the white makeup. Now she was back to her usual, pink-cheeked self, with the plump lips. She tossed on some clothes and went back to the bedroom.
“Miss me?” she cooed.
Mark clearly had. He sat on her bed—her bed! Terri walked towards him slowly, to give him a chance to admire.
“Uh, you look good,” he said, startled.
“Yeah, the old outfit wasn’t right for going out,” Terri said. “I figured the heels would help if we had to stay above mud, again.” They also picked up her legs, adding inches of height and pursing out her rear. “And I thought shorts because, you know, it’s kind of warm out.” It wasn’t, but the thought of hiding her legs in jeans was disgusting.
Mark, tactfully, didn’t question why she had let her hair down, so the blonde streaks framed her face. Or the tight green t-shirt that sculpted itself around her tits. She didn’t quite have a rational answer, either.
“Shall we?” Mark said, standing up. His pants couldn’t disguise the firm outline of an erection. Warm tingles burned through Terri’s head.
“I’d love to,” she took his arm, and leaned, just slightly, against it.
* * *
“Is he wearing cologne?” Terri asked herself. All of a sudden, inside the car, she couldn’t seem to get away from his scent.
It smelled like grass and straw, and long days of working machinery in the outdoors. It flowed through her head.
“So, what do you do?” she said. Conversation had to help.
“Oh, me?” Mark said. He seemed equally distracted, and kept glancing at her legs. “I wish it was something in Computers. That’s what I wanted to do. But Dad has me working on the farm, since it’s so hard to get help, these days. That factory hired everyone.”
That explained it. “Is that where the muscles came from?” Terri said. She tried to say it neutrally.
“Huh? I guess so,” Mark flexed his right bicep. It was sculpted and bronze. “It’s weird, I was a pretty scrawny guy for so long. Dad said I’m just finally filling out.”
“I know!” Terri said. “Mom said I finally filled out, too.”
He admired the filling out. Terri beamed. “Stop it!” she told herself. She was flirting way too much for a first date, especially considering that her Mom had set them up. But that scent kept crawling up her panties, making her warm…
Mark stopped the car. He turned sideways. “Listen, Terri, I’ve got something serious to ask you.”
Terri’s legs started to slide apart, and she licked her lips.
“Have you noticed anything.. strange… going on in the town? In Calving? I know you’ve only been here for a week or so…”
Her legs snapped shut again. “Oh,” Terri said. She unrolled a window, to help herself think. They were parked in the solid end of nowhere.
Mark had intense blue eyes. “Because I’ve been noticing things. Everyone is acting… funny. Dressing up on weekdays. Lots of flirting. At first I thought it was just all the newcomers from the factory, but I’m not so sure…”
Terri forced her head back onto business. Mark had a point. “Yeah,” she said, frowning, “It does seem weird, I guess. This was such an armpit town. Now all the high heels and big-sized bras are sold out.” Partly because of her.
“Right! Exactly!” Mark said. “I didn’t want to say, but since when did the women in this town have such gigantic boobs?”
“Plus there’s the pregnancies. That’s weird, too,” Terri noted.
“I know! Seems like everyone is in hot-Mom maternity wear. Even my best friend, we used to play Counterstrike like, every night. Now he’s completely shut off with his girlfriend, and his Facebook status has said “Makin’ Babies’ for like the past week and a half!”
“What do you think it is?” Terri said. Mark, outraged and intent, was just as much of a turn-on as the other kind. Plus certain words were setting off fireworks in her head. Boobs. Babies.
“I have no clue. I even thought I was crazy,” Mark said. He turned those eyes back on her, like a lighthouse glow. “I’m really glad to hear it’s not just me.”
“Why don’t you come back over in a few days?” Terri suggested. Actually, now that her struggling logic was beating against it, that seemed like a good idea. Something in her little crappy town had changed. “We can probably figure it out if we’re both working on it.”
“Great!” Mark said, enthusiastic. “Although I’m kind of worried that… anyway, nevermind. Let me drive you home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“What?” Terri asked. She arched an eyebrow.
“It’s just… I’m a little worried that it’s affecting me, too. Whatever it is,” Mark admitted. He shifted position, and Terri’s eyes zeroed in on the outline of his cock. It was obviously big. “I’ve been… kind of horny, lately. A lot horny. I’m hoping that it’s just working outdoors all day, but what if…”
“Oh,” Terri said. She swallowed, hard. Her hands were starting to move by themselves. She struggled to rationalize it. “Actually, ah, I’ve been a little… randy… too. Since I got back to town.”
The silence crystallized. Mark’s scent was pumping into Terri’s head, now. Over and over, more insistent hormones. And, as her legs started to creak apart, the same poured out of her body, closed the distance to Mark.
“We could keep an eye on each other,” Mark suggested, at last. “That would probably work.”
“Right!” Terri seized on the idea. “And we could, you know, relieve the pressure. Keep our heads clear.”
“You think so?” Mark said.
“Yeah! Kind of… milk each other, you know? Not boyfriend or girlfriend or anything like that,” she reassured him.
Freed of lingering constraints, Terri’s hands descended on Mark’s lap. He quickly shoved the seat back, unzipped his zipper. Terri’s hand dove underneath his shorts, and drew out long, rod-sized cock.
“Holy shit,” Terri murmured. Precum leaked out of the tip and directly into her brain.
“Yeah, that’s been… bigger as well,” Mark said.
Terri started to jack up and down. She turned and leaned over, putting her head close, as Mark groaned and leaned back. Terri put both hands on it, then just the fingertips, letting the slick precum glide her tiny hands up against the monster of a cock she was jerking off.
“Just gotta… milk it…” she said, watching the tip shudder, and more creamy precum spit out the top. Mark had his eyes closed, and moaned, gripping both sides of the car seat. Now she let her fingers leap up and down, desperate to extract more dribbling fluids, feeling him buck and twitch under her fingers. Terri couldn’t help thinking that they would be that much more sexy if they were painted bright pink.
“Like that,” Mark murmured, and Terri gave it her all. She swiveled her fingers in little circles, the other hand around the base, and felt her tits swelter under her shirt.
Mark finally came. His first eruption hit the wheel of the car. The second and third weren’t much less, coating the entire driver’s side with sprays of cum. It pooled in a little white pond underneath him, and a spider web’s worth clung to her fingers.
The boy finally came down from the clouds.
“Was that okay?” Terri said, anxiously.
“Great,” Mark exhaled. “I feel… better. A little clearer.” He turned to her. “Your turn, huh?”
Terri grinned, and her pussy creamed with approval.
Mark took his time positioning her. First he just rubbed her slit from on top of her shorts, while grabbing crudely at her tits with her other hand. It felt great. But he clearly wasn’t satisfied, and had Terri pull the seat down, yank her shorts off, and expose her glistening slit to the stifling air inside the car. She let her high heels scratch against the windshield, and licked gently at her cum-stained fingers. His fingers weren’t gentle, and that was exactly what she wanted. They pressed up against her clit, pushing and prodding, and each touch felt like a better touch.
“I can’t get deep enough,” he complained, and this time Mark had her slip into the backseat. She didn’t even care that first she had to waddle outside, pussy exposed to the night, and then slide into the back. Mark leaned on top of her, breathing hard, pumping his eager fingers in and out. His other hand found her nipples, and squeezed.
Terri came. The car rocked as she moaned.
“There,” Mark said, exhausted. He walked back to the front seat, and sat down. “Better. We’ll just have to… keep doing that to each other. Feel any better.”
No. In fact, Terri’s body wanted more. More delicious stimulation, more of Mark. More of Mark’s sweaty, big body leaning over her.
“Yeah,” she lied, overruling it.
Then they drove home, covertly stroking at private parts whenever they thought the other wasn’t looking.
Terri made a mental note to pick up birth control pills as soon as she could.
* * *
Anne was waiting for her in the parlor room.
“How was your date?” she said, eyes affixed on her library copy of The Invisible Man. She hadn’t really gotten beyond the first page, and her eyebrows were crinkled with concentration.
“Eh,” Terri said, noncommittal. “I’m going to bed. Try not to set me up with any more men in the near future.”
“Fine,” Anne said. She put the book down, blinked, and picked up a Cosmopolitan that just happened to be nearby.
Terri walked, on shaky legs, downstairs. Anne examined the big wet spot on the back of her shorts, sniffed the air, and smiled to herself.
* * *
Terri took her time getting out of bed the next morning. She had ended a delicious evening with another friendly finger-fuck, giving in to her sensitive titties just one more time. Then a long night full of sex-scented dreams.
She wanted nothing more but to laze in bed, thinking happy thoughts about boys and their big, strong hands. But then her stomach churned, and she realized, abruptly, that between cow-tipping and long, hot sessions of hand-play she hadn’t actually ever gotten around to having dinner.
The air smelled of waffles.
Terri was halfway to the door, thinking about syrup, when she thought to look down at her disheveled outfit. She had fallen asleep in last night’s clothes. They were a canvas of spatter—her shirt dotted with what had to be Mark’s sprayed boy-juice, and a long smear where he wiped his fingers free ofs her own fluids.
Something about simply throwing on another pair of old jeans felt… wrong…
Terri stood in the doorway and willed herself forwards, towards the maple cloud in the kitchen.
Then she groaned and trudged into the bathroom.
* * *
“Good morning, Terri. You’re looking… nice,” Anne said. Her Mom had on a tight apron with a smiling cartoon cow written on it.
“Just waffle me,” Terri said, darkly. Her hair kept falling into her eyes, but it just hadn’t felt… right unless it was layered in two blonde sheaths around her face. She scratched at an exposed leg. The jean skirt was daringly high, and her thighs shifted around inside, inviting. The t-shirt exposed a lot of belly button and was warped by both of her heavy breasts.
Anne served her up a triple serving, along with a mound of whipped cream and two kinds of syrup. A slab of bacon was thoughtfully placed on the table, along with pulp-only orange juice. Terri put her head down, and laid into it.
Her Mom not-so-discretely put a brown paper bag next to her. Terri stopped gobbling long enough to glance inside.
The bag held a month’s worth of birth control pills. They were pink and large. Terri blushed until she was sure her hair turned pink. Anne didn’t say anything else, although the blonde thought she was turning waffles very smugly.
“What chores do you have for me?” Terri said, finally. She tried to summon some snakebite, but in truth, the humdrum exertion of chores was starting to get not only routine… but kind of nice. It was something to do, at least.
“Dishes, sweeping, scrubbing, and cleaning out the men’s rooms.”
Darrell and Ronald. Terri thought about sticking out her tongue, but stuck more waffles inside of it, instead.
* * *
Terri did the dishes in a haze of carbohydrates and steadily increasing sex drive. Her mind kept replaying last night, each hot-fire touch, each tweak on a sensitive girl part. Which seemed to be almost all of them.
So it wasn’t until she washed her hands in cold water that she remembered her promise to Mark. To keep an eye out for weirdness. It would be tough to do without a trip into town, but that had been the entire reason for their eager sex-play.
“And…” Terri’s libido coaxed “If you find something Mark will be very happy.”
Suddenly, she felt very alert.
* * *
The clinic waitroom was empty, again. Paul had done his best. He had gone out and cleaned up the pigeon crap on the “Planned Parenthood” sign. He had replaced the ancient Redbooks with somewhat up-to-date magazines.
It hadn’t mattered. Calving was apparently a wasteland of actual family planning. The only visitors were longtime clients renewing their birth control prescriptions. And even they looked increasingly uncomfortable, dashing in and out.
Ally swiveled on her chair, behind the front desk. To her left, Michelle flipped a pencil back and forth in the air. They had jointly decided to volunteer at the clinic to fulfill Calving High’s ridiculous community service requirement. Then, off to the East Coast for College. It hadn’t been the empowering, affirming choice the two friends had imagined.
“Get out,” Paul threatened, inside of his office. “Get out right now, that’s all I have to say.”
Ally and Michelle looked at each other.
Moments later Pastor Flynn walked out of Paul’s office, calm, and still smiling.
“I’m not doing any business with you, comprende?” Paul said. He was mid-30s bachelor, with the goatee and the stained and wrinkled button-down.
“I understand perfectly,” Flynn said, and shrugged. They locked stares for a moment, and then Paul disappeared back into his office.
The Pastor sighed, and ran a hand through oiled black hair. He put his arms on the counter and mildly examined the suspicious duo.
“Ally, right?” he said. “And Michelle?”
“Um, yes,” Ally said, cautiously. “How do you know our names? And weren’t you told to go? Just now?”
“Only from his office,” Flynn explained. “Plus, a Pastor makes the names of his flock his business.”
His dark black eyes noticed their Office Lump of candy. Paul kept it filled to the brim with M&Ms. It was one of the few joys Michelle and Ally had.
Flynn took a handful. Just a for a moment, it looked like something glittered out of his sleeve, came to rest on the mound of chocolates. Ally blinked.
“So, why did you get kicked out?” Michelle asked, eagerly. She was tall, with brown hair and small brown lips.
“I felt like we should discuss matters of mutual interest,” Flynn said. “I don’t feel like we should be competing. Paul disagreed, as was his right, if not in his best interest.” He finished his chocolates, then sucked on his fingers. “Competition benefits nobody. He’ll see that, soon enough. I’ll see you two some other time.”
Then he was gone.
* * *
The next time Flynn showed up, a week later, it took Paul a half-hour to kick him out.
Ally spent much of it admiring the hem of her new skirt. It was stretchy, which was nice because it really emphasized her ass. But it also meant it kept riding up when she sat down. Oh well.
She took another scoop of candy. In just the past week both her and Michelle had found a passion for chocolates. The big bowl was nearly empty.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Michelle said. She had visited a salon yesterday, apparently. Her hair, formerly two big clumps on either side of her face, had been pinned up and layered. It was cute. Ally was already thinking about how to destroy her boring ponytail.
“Management stuff?” Ally said.
“I guess.” Michelle put her pencil back in her mouth. She crossed her legs, and a pair of jean shorts strained around her rear. They both had great legs, but the fact was, Michelle was taller then she was. The heels barely compensated.
They used to talk about College, and Majors, and High School. But in the lazy Spring air, waiting for nobody, it had been a lot more fun to talk makeup and clothes and… boys. Lots about boys.
“Just go. Go, and don’t come back,” Paul finally announced, low and threatening.
Flynn took his time swaggering out the doors. And he zeroed in on the candies. Apparently he had as much of a sweet tooth as they did.
“Hey Pastor,” Ally said, waving. Her bracelets cracked together.
“Michelle. Ally,” Flynn said. He reached for the M&Ms once more. Paul appeared in the doorway, face lined, then left without a word.
“I swear,” Flynn said. “Did you girls get taller since I saw you last? You young ladies always surprise me.”
Ally blushed. The juncture at her legs started to warm up, too. Any sort of compliment from a guy seemed to set her off. “It’s just the heels,” she confessed.
“Notice anything else?” Michelle said. She had a deep, husky voice, and backed it up by crossing her arms underneath her chest. Both Ally and Michelle had been delighted when they had simultaneously hit a late-adolescence growth spurt. Ally was still getting used to lugging big boobs around.
“Just that your immediate superior is an impressively honorable man,” Flynn said. He took another grab for the M&Ms. “It really is too bad he can’t be more agreeable. Like you girls.”
They both flushed again. Compliments hit Ally like a burst of sweets, recently. Whenever a boy admired her skirt or her legs she had to stop and calm down.
“You’re leaving?” she said, disappointed.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Flynn said. “I’ll be back, soon enough.”
* * *
The next week, Flynn didn’t come out for a long time. Ally didn’t keep track, because she was too busy wondering if she could get away with masturbating in front of Michelle.
Her dress was bright blue, and she had gone into the City to get it. Ally had expected resistance from her Mom. It only reached mid-thigh, the upper part of mid-thigh, and she had flashed her Mom and two clerks while practicing walking in it. But the older woman had cheerfully paid for the sexy outfit.
The reason for the trip had been her bobbling boobies. Most of the girls at School had caught Tit Flu, it had seemed. But hers were titanic. They opened doors. They preceded her into rooms. And they had a mind of their own—which demanded petting and stroking at all times. So she had gotten special bras. Not that she really needed them.
She was hot today. Aroused. Horny. Most days she was hot, it seemed. The girls at School had discarded jeans for pretty, flippy things that lifted and supported. The boys had become just as randy, showing approval by caressing or stroking whoever walked by.
Michelle had on a matching green dress. It was pretty clear that she was feeling pretty horny, too. That pencil of hers kept feeling underneath her open skirt.
They liked to talk about boys at school, and who was fucking who. She was pretty sure Paul could hear them. It was fun.
“No,” Paul said, hunted. “No. I can’t. It’s madness. You’re insane.” His voice was troubled, nearly broken. “Leave.”
This time Flynn was beaming as he stepped outside. Both girls flew out of their chairs, up against the side of the desk. “Hi Pastor!” Ally sang. Her hair bounced around in gold circles.
“Hey girls,” Flynn said. “You want some candy?”
“I love candy,” Michelle said, and winked. So did Ally. Flynn produced two huge pink ovals from the sleeve of his suit.
“Go ahead,” he said, and they eagerly swallowed them.
“Kind of medicin-y,” Ally said “But, uh, I like it!”
Flynn smiled at her, and she nearly dripped into her panties. Then she actually did.
“Girls, what are you accomplishing here, exactly?” he said, serious all of a sudden.
“Huh? I don’t know… stopping babies and stuff… I guess,” Ally said. This sounded like school. And school itself had become super boring, lately. Ally hadn’t done her homework in weeks. The teachers hadn’t minded.
“Yeah,” Flynn said. “Does that seem right to you?”
Actually, now that the Pastor mentioned it… a lot of the girls at School had confided in the fun of bare-backing, letting a boy fill you with his goo. Plus there was all the sexy girls in town, parading around with big bellies. The boys nearly walked into cars when they saw them walking around.
They had been talking about it for most of the week. Those that were knocked-up High Schoolers seemed proud of it.
“I guess… it’s bad?” Michelle said, nose wrinkled.
“It is,” Flynn nodded. “I mean, you girls are young. Wouldn’t it be so nice if you were pregnant together, getting big and fat, sharing the experience?”
Ally and Michelle stared at each other. Ally imagined Michelle swelling up, her mammoth boobs getting even bigger, the two of them stroking at each other as they grew..
“Um, I got to go to the bathroom, Pastor Flynn,” Ally said. “Scuse me.”
“Me too!” Michelle squeaked.
“Then don’t let me detain you, ladies,” Pastor Flynn said, and took a parting scoop of M&Ms. “Remember, cooperation. I just wish Paul would.”
* * *
The bathroom wasn’t really big enough for two, unless they pushed up against each other. Ally had to reach up to kiss Michelle’s hungry, insistent mouth. And their tits, mashing together, made her even more hard to reach. But Ally made it happen anyways.
Their boobs rolled around, up against each other. Nipples touched and rubbed together, and fireworks kicked at her head.
With her free hand Michelle reached underneath Ally’s dress, fit her hand underneath her panties.
“You’re juicy,” she noted, eyes glazed.
Ally did the same. Michelle wasn’t even wearing panties. Ally giggled, and moved her hand around inside the hot, wet folds.
They stood there, pumping at each other, balanced impossibly on heels as they moved back and forth. It should’ve been impossible to stay steady, not to mention also rub hard against budding clits. But they managed.
“Flynn was so fucking right,” Ally hummed, into Michelle’s ear. “Oh god. You hear that Erin and Paula and Carrie got pregnant, right? All from Tom, he fucked all of them.”
“We could have babies together,” Michelle said. “You and me. Best friends and mommies together.”
They came at the same time, shivering and teetering in each other’s arms.
Later, Ally knelt between Michelle’s legs, as the brown-haired girl leaned back on the toilet seat. She sat upright.
“Ally, I think I know how we can get some cum in us,” she said. “If we work together.”
* * *
“You’re sick,” Paul groaned. Ally urged him onwards, towards the orgasm she could feel coming. Soon Paul would fill her up with his sexy, baby-making sperms, get her all pregnant and fat.
Just like Michelle, who was in the office chair, her legs up on the table. She had her hand protectively over the outside of her cunt, to keep Paul’s cum inside. Her other hand rolled her nipple around in her palm.
Flynn stood respectfully in a corner, calm in his dark black suit.
“I can see that you’re busy with your staff,” he said. “I can come back later. Maybe I’ll bring a pregnancy test with me?”
That did it. Ally squeezed again, at the shaft inside her. She was bent over the side of Paul’s desk, tits out, head bumping against his laptop. He had both hands on her ass, and kept pumping until his entire cock was inside her.
Their plan had only taken a week. Day one, they came in wearing matching pink skirts, and made a point of bending over in their halter tops when Paul was around. Day two, they did the same, only without panties. By day three Paul had been pitching a permanent tent pole, and was sweating the entire day.
At Day Five, on Ally’s suggestion, they had brought vibrators into the office, and buried them up their snatches while simply sitting around. Paul had come outside, seen their buzzing and giggling, and hadn’t said a word.
On Day Six he had finally given in, grabbing Michelle like a wild animal and, grunting, running his hands over her tittering body. But he had insisted on wearing a condom when they finally fucked, even if the plastic sheath had barely fit over his cock.
Day seven, Ally and Michelle had made their joint demand. If he wanted more tender teenage ass, it was bare or nothing. Paul hadn’t taken long to decide.
Paul came. Wonderful hot stuff filled her. Ally came too, a million images of milky tits and fat tummies overwhelming her thoughts. They had both deferred college. It seemed boring stuff anyway. Paul stayed inside her, panting.
“What did you do to us?” he said, defeated. “Some sort of chemical? Why can’t I resist this? Why aren’t I going to the police?”
“Paul,” Flynn said, smoothly. “You’re just learning to cooperate. You’ve become part of the flock. Just let it happen.”
“You mean, part of the herd,” Paul said. But he was already growing hard again. “I’ll do it. Give me those pills. Although I don’t know what more you can do to this town.”
Flynn grinned. “Oh, I think plenty,” he said.
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RAW chat logs from IMvu
Abbie gets the wand.
RAW chat logs from IMvu
The confusion keeps on growing
Females who dance around like sluts should be turned into obedient sex-dolls
After dinner Terri ran downstairs to call Mark. Or rather, she walked reasonably quickly. In the heels and the short tight skirt it wasn’t very practical or easy to move fast. Bending over was hard, too.
She was worried. Yesterday night, Mark’s conspiracy theory of sexual alteration had seemed bizarre, with maybe a hint of truth somewhere inside. But after today…
“Come on… come on.. pick up…” Terri muttered, tapping the phone with her still-damp nails.
Mark answered on the sixth ring. His voice was like a deep bell, and whenever it rang, it sent shivers down Terri’s excited thighs. She picked up a bottle of nail polish, borrowed from her Mom, and unscrewed the top. Painting her nails would calm her down.
”Mark!” she said, checking her nails. “Thank god! How’re you holding up and stuff?”
“Bad,” Mark admitted. “I’ve been trying to do some internet research to figure out what’s going on, but it’s so slow. How’re you?”
“Worried. Kind of scared,” Terri chimed. Even so, her voice seemed to gush when she was talking to the guy. He was very… trustworthy. She felt safe, talking to Mark. “I did what you asked and kept an eye out for strange things, today. It’s starting to get totally scary.”
She refreshed her nail polish while she talked. Terri had already put a coat on, that morning, after watching her Mom’s pretty fingers work a chef’s knife. Her own had suddenly seemed so dull and ordinary.
Now she liked to watch them glitter and shine while she did chores.
“What did you find?” Mark said.
“Um, okay,” Terri said. Just his voice scattered her thoughts. “There’s two girls and two guys living here, right? Oh! And Pastor Flynn. He’s weird. So Candice, she’s the one with the cute black hair and the yummy legs, okay? And she loves high heels, she’s got like thirty of them in her room.”
“Uh, okay,” Mark said.
“I had to go clean Darrell’s room. That’s part of my chores. He’s like a foreman or something like that. Candice stops me just before I’m about to go in. She says “Terri, why don’t I make sure you get it exactly like Darrell likes it.” Plus she’s wearing this teeny-tiny black skirt and these skyscraper heels.”
She paused. “Do you like big heels, by the way?”
“Sure?” Mark said. Terri made a mental note. She shook her hands to dry the nails.
“At first she lets me work. Then she says “No, no, let me do that,” and readjusts how I made his bed,” Terri said. “Okay, fine. Next, she grabs my feather-duster, just to “show me how to get his desk right.””
Terri shook her head. “I stood there for fifteen minutes while she bounced around the room, cleaning up. And every time she bent over, guess what?”
“What?”
“No panties!” Terri exclaimed. “And she bent over a lot. I don’t think she even noticed me! She had shaven everything. Everything! She seemed so happy to be working on his stuff. You could tell it was starting to get her wet. She re-made the bed for a third time, dusted everything, pulled his socks up, and flashed her pussy at me.”
Mark liked the word “pussy.” She could tell by his indrawn breath. Terri made a note of that, too. Then she started to ease down her own shorts. The memory was a hot one. Even her growing concern couldn’t beat her constant thrumming libido.
“So what else did you notice?” Mark managed.
“My own Mom.”
“Huh?”
Terri took a deep breath. “She works outside all day. Gardening and stuff. I go outside, just in time to see her disappear into this shed we have out back. I wait and wait, and she doesn’t come outside for nearly a half-hour. I’m just standing there in the sun.”
Actually, she had found the sun and the wind to be very nice. Terri had slipped inside a nook in the building and quickly brought herself off to an outdoorsy kind of climax.
“When she finally comes out, her shirt is soaking wet.”
“What does that mean?” Mark asked, puzzled.
“I don’t know! So I went into the shed to find out. But the only thing that was there was the fridge where the Reverend keeps his homemade ice cream. But it smelled… not right. Like… like we were in a barn.”
Dinner had been the worst part.
Both Patricia and Candice had come home at least two hours earlier then normal working hours, then disappeared into their rooms. When they emerged, the black-wearing Professionals had disappeared, replaced by cooing displays of girl, dressed up in satin and pastels. Candice had on another of her teetering pair of heels, along with a short pink skirt and a clubwear rubber white corset. Patricia had laced herself into a slinky green dress. And no bra.
Both had surprisingly large tits.
“They acted like they were the maids!” Terri moaned. “They watched Ronald and Darrell the entire time. They refilled their drinks. They took their plates. They giggled whenever they talked. I don’t think they said anything. They were like little toys for the men!”
And, even with her mouth full of ice cream, Terri had noticed when Ronald’s hand crept up Patricia’s skirt. The brunette flushed, and leaned back against her chair, ice cream forgotten. Anne had walked by—she had to have seen!—and not done anything.
Candice had left with Darrell’s hand firmly up the back of her skirt, leaning on his arm.
Of course, that had left Terri to clean up. At least she had gotten Patricia’s ice cream.
“That’s everything?” Mark prodded.
“Y-yeah. What do you think it means?” Terri asked, worried. Her free hand had managed to pull down both skirt and panties, and was lightly stroking at the outside of her slit. Mark would have an answer. He was really smart. He worked with computers.
“I don’t know. I wish I did. I only have questions. Terri, have you noticed any… physical changes?”
“Um, yeah,” she said. She was touching them right then. “My boobs are bigger. I think that’s just all the ice cream, though.”
“What about your… sex drive?” Mark said.
Terri blushed. “I’m, uh, actually touching myself right now. My slit.”
There was a short pause. “Really.”
Terri took it as encouragement. “I get really hot all day, you know? So yeah, I’m kind of slipping a finger… in and out… of my pussy…” she whispered the final word. “It’s weird, I’m so worried, but I see all these things, and it’s… so fucking hot.”
“Oh,” Mark was breathing heavily, now. “I asked about getting bigger because… my dick is larger. Then it used to be.”
Terri’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered his cock very well. And its scent. “How much bigger?”
“A lot bigger. I’m… touching it right now.”
“Are you thinking of me?” Terri asked. Her worries were starting to vanish. She kept up her own eager strokes.
“Yeah, I am, but… Terri, I shouldn’t be this turned on. I want to fuck you. I want to split you apart, and cum inside of you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Terri groaned, happily. That sounded… good to her.
“No! It’s not normal! I—ahhh!” Mark said.
He was coming. He had to be. Terri wished he was there, coming on top of her tits, creating a waterfall of cum. She added a third finger, pumped it in and out. She came, moaned and hissed her orgasm over the phone.
Both teenagers panted, at each other, over the line.
“Look, Terri, I’m coming over first thing tomorrow,” Mark told her. “Don’t touch yourself or anything until then. This is getting out of control.”
Don’t touch herself? Terri gritted her teeth. Already she was starting to feel warm again. But if Mark was right.. and something weird was going on…
“I’ll do it,” she said. For him. “But please… hurry.”
* * *
Mark showed up at eight the next morning. Anne met him at the door, dressed in a white cotton blouse and a knee-length jean skirt. Her face was elaborately made up, and she wore two large hoop earrings that dangled nearly to her shoulder. The sun beat down on both of them.
“Hi, uh, Terri’s Mom,” he said, muscles shifting under a plain t-shirt.
“Anne. I’m Anne. Come in. Here so early?”
Terri was in the kitchen, up to her elbows in the morning round of dishes. Since Mark had ordered her not to play with herself, the only activity left was her Mom’s cooking. Terri had worked her way through a pig’s worth of hot links, then channeled her now-usual morning rush of tit-play into cleaning up.
“Mark!” she said, hugging him with sopping wet hands. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, happy to see him.
Anne just watched, her arms crossed, with that never-quite-gone smile.
“You two have fun,” she said, lingering on the last word. “Don’t forget that you have dusting and varnishing to do, later today.”
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said, and seized Mark by the hand, drawing him back downstairs. There she hugged him harder, running her hands over his back. His chest was so broad she couldn’t get her hands all the way around. It didn’t bother her.
He made sure to sit in the computer chair, so that she had to sit on the couch, far away from each other. Mark swept his eyes up and down her body, and she flushed with heat.
“Terri,” he said, “Do you usually look so…” he searched for the words “…good? First thing in the morning?”
Terri glanced down. She was just wearing an old t-shirt from High School and a skirt.
“It’s not my fault,” she pouted. “I’ve been, you know, swelling. Just like you.” She tugged on the t-shirt. It gripped her tits, showing them off, and her nipples fought against them. “My boobs didn’t used to be this big. Now they’re all enormous and stuff.”
They also dominated her thoughts. It used to be that her boobs were a slight distraction. Now they demanded constant attention, cut off any views of her feet, and flushed with pleasure at any slight sensation.
The skirt was no better. It had been a casual jean skirt, just above knee-length. With wide hips and a dainty waist it rode up high. Very high. He could probably see her panties. She checked to make sure he could.
“Yeah, okay, I get that,” Mark said, soothing. “But what about the makeup?”
“What about it?” Terri said, puzzled. She looked in the mirror on the bathroom door. Dark red lipstick, layer on layer, until it perfectly matched the luster on her nails. Big, wide eyes, accentuated with liner. But no concealer or anything like that.
“It’s just that you look.. great. You look great.” Mark was sweating. He pulled on his shirt. It was starting to bead up with perspiration.
They both looked at the floor. It was spotless. She had cleaned it twice already this morning.
Terri sniffed. Something smelled good. Nothing she could put her finger on. Just something… good.
“It’s not just physical stuff,” Mark said. “Terri, you went to college, right? You like literature and books and culture?”
“Sure, of course!” Terri said.
“How many books have you read since you came home?”
Terri thought about it. “Um. None. But I’ve been busy!”
“I’m not sure that’s it,” Mark said, shaking his head. “All I want to do is… fuck. Not have sex, or make out. Crazy, sweaty, breeding. It’s insane. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to goof around on the Internet. I see a girl, and all I can think is: what would she look like naked? Is she seeing anyone? What do her tits look like? Is she pregnant? If not, how can I fuck her?”
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri offered.
Mark clutched the seat armrest and shuddered. “Yeah. I know,” he whispered. His eyes flickered across her stomach.
Terri urged her legs to cross. They didn’t want to. They wanted to give Mark a better look at what he was thinking about, to slink towards him, to wrap themselves around them.
“You’re bigger too, huh?” she said, softly. Her voice sounded so slinky, these days. It matched her tits. “Your… penis?”
“Yeah,” Mark said. He shifted it, under his shorts. It was obvious just how large it was. It had to hurt, keeping it locked down in there, a powerful tool made for fucking women senseless. Terri’s lips opened.
“Can I… see it?” She offered. “Just for looking at it. I mean, to measure it. I should probably keep… like a record. So we can see how big it gets.”
Mark paused, tried to fight the urge. But he was already standing up, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down over hairy, rugged legs. His boxer shorts looked aggrieved, bent at an impossible task. When he finally pulled the elastic down, they groaned.
Terri nearly groaned, too. Was he even larger then yesterday? Was it just her first good look? His cock was beautiful, sticking straight out, proud, with a big red head and a long shaft.
She inhaled. That smell was back. Stronger then before. It called to her, bypassed anything she used for rational thought, and touched at ancient urges and nerves she didn’t even know she had. From way back when, when mankind was barely civilized, and sex was about rutting in the dirt. This time her legs sprang open, pointed at Mark’s dick.
“Don’t come any closer,” Mark said, uneasily.
It was too late. Terri was already drooling, primal, lost in the sight of his urgent, quivering cock. She got on hands and knees, knuckled over to the member, examined it closely with wide eyes. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, tried to keep from staring into the valley of cleavage.
“I just want.. a closer look,” Terri lied, to herself. Her body was firmly in control. Her mouth swished with spit.
“Terri, don’t… Jesus, Terri!” Mark whispered, when she slipped her mouth on top of it.
It spurt cum almost immediately, not an orgasm, just a welcoming burst of hot, creamy fluid. It was amazing, salty and sweet at the same time, and Terri eagerly lapped it down. She had never taken a cock into her mouth before, but it was easy, natural, fun.
She looked up as she bobbed up and down. The important thing, she knew, was that Mark enjoyed himself. True, her pussy was sending strong “need” signals, and her boobs burned, but he came first. That’s how boys and girls worked. Her body knew what to do. It was made for pleasure, with big boobs and a hot, sensual figure. She just had to… drift away.
“Fuck, Terri, what are we… ahh… do that thing with your tongue again,” Mark said. He grabbed her hair, and she did that thing with her tongue, easing it down the length of the hardness inside her mouth.
“You smell so good,” she said, briefly letting go. “I need… more…”
Mark nodded, still pushing hard. She struggled to keep him down, but gagging seemed impossible, with something this delicious filling her.
“Scent,” he said. “It’s got to be … scent. That new factory. That’s it! It must have put something… in the water!”
Terri smiled. She sucked even harder, diligently, until he came in her mouth, flooding her with salty, sexy boy-juices. She kept him in her mouth as long as she could, just enjoying the smell of his sweat, filtering into her head. Then she lazed back to the bed and lied back down. Her pussy, wet and willing, shone through her panties. Mark, still dripping down, had a beautiful view.
“Christ,” he said. “I’m getting hard again.”
Terri rubbed her legs together, smiling.
* * *
They lost their virginity without really thinking about it.
First Terri’s toes extended to the ceiling, flexing, coursing with the pleasure of being completely filled. Then they closed around her man’s back, pushing into his skin, urging him onwards. Her ass pushed deep into the mattress, nearly to the floor. Her vision blurred, and caught flashes of his snarling, screwed-up face.
Mark pushed all the way, then pushed even harder. She felt delicious, stretched, and complete. That hole she had always had was finally getting properly satiated. The very tip of his cock touched at something far within her, and she spasmed around him, wrapping her arms around his head.
Her man grunted, pushed roughly back and forth, without finesse. His cock pulled back, waited briefly at the tender folds of her pussy, and then went back in, setting off fireworks with each eager inch. He didn’t bother to explore her body. He was using it for his own enjoyment. And that was such a turn-on.
It was already messy sex. Mark had never stopped drooling cum from his cock, and she was wet. Their fluids mixed together, combined into a heady combination of pheromones and seed.
“You’re sure you’re on birth control?” Mark said, the cultured boy briefly emerging from the grunting, sweating male marking his territory all over her.
“Are you worried I’ll get pregnant?” Terri said. The word set something off in Mark’s head. He redoubled his pace, needy and frantic, and reached up to maul her tits. His hands were rough, thumbing at her nipples, and she loved it.
“Pregnant… big fat titties… big tummy…” she said, testing each word. They sparked more and more effort from Mark, until she was a quivering bundle of nerves, wrapped around a dick. Talking wasn’t possible.
Mark came. He howled, like an animal, and dumped another huge load of cum inside of her. It swam up her cunt, down her thighs, and pooled on the carpet. When he pulled out another gusher landed on her stomach, spreading white fluid around her belly button. More of that delicious, beautiful smell rose from it.
Her boy came back down. He looked afraid, unsure of himself, and studied his finally-softening cock with something close to fear.
“You’re SURE sure you’re on the pill?” he said.
“I’m sure!” Terri insisted, still riding the waves of fun herself.
But she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be.
* * *
She had to talk to Anne, if only to find out what her role was in this small-town transformation. True, Anne had been acting… different. But at least she wasn’t boy-crazy, or acting like an airhead, or mooning over a big pregnant belly, like everyone else. She had even picked up those birth control pills for her daughter.
And besides, Terri had to admit, who else could she trust in this town?
Anne was knitting in the parlor, in the big, upholstered chair. Weeks worth of dedicated cleaning had paid off. The floor shone with waxed and polished wood. Everything was nicely dusted and re-dusted. Even the walls looked brighter in the mid-morning sun.
“Mom, I need to talk to you about…” Terri began.
Then she noticed Patricia and Candice.
The two girls were diligently toying with knitting needles, trying to pick up the motions. Both wore perfect makeup, with painted smiles and coquettish eyelashes that batted on general principle. They appeared to be knitting little booties.
“Terri, can you do me a favor, dear?” Anne said, placid as always. “These girls wanted to learn how to do a little housework. I told them they could follow you around during your afternoon chores”
Both of the Professionals leapt up, eagerly. Terri bit her lip. Whatever had infected the town, it had bit these two especially hard. When they sprang up two mammoth pairs of boobs bounced up and down. It ruined their credibility, made them look like puffed up tit job recipients without a thought between the two. They had huge eager eyes and vapid, empty smiles.
And they had each put together their own version of a maid’s outfit. Candice had outdone herself with heels; it was unclear how she even walked on the pinpoint stilettos with the bow strap on front. Cobweb-style pantyhose climbed up her legs, and didn’t bother to make it all the way under a white and black French Maid skirt.
Patricia was even worse. She had worn a latex blue dress that failed to hide either boobs or butt. The zipper ran, blatant and enticing, along the side of the outfit.
“I thought you could start with dusting,” Anne said, needles flashing. “Since it’s your specialty.”
* * *
The girls were depressingly keen on it. They nearly fell over each other, to get their turn dusting things. They asked endless, inane questions about dusting. Different fabrics. How often. Hard to reach spots. Dust bunnies: what were they.
And they couldn’t seem to help but let their asses trail in the air, or to bend over while they worked, so that their boobs nearly popped out.
“This is fun!” Candice pronounced, tittering. “I like how clean everything gets after you clean it.”
Patricia agreed that it was nice that things got cleaned.
“Don’t you have an advanced degree?” Terri prodded.
“What’re you saying? That I can’t do housework like a nice girl because I have an Accounting degree from UT?” Patricia sniffed. She had worn underwear, but it was silky and matched her outfit perfectly.
“I am a lawyer,” Candice announced. She tittered. “I handle papers and stuff. And…” she groped to remember what else she did, “and other legal stuff.”
“What about your jobs?”
“Oh, we asked the boys to handle our things today,” Candice said, dismissive. “It’s a boring job, anyway. Darrel and Ronald said they’d let us know when we need to go back.”
At the mention of the men, the two girls looked at each, and giggled.
And, despite herself, Terri found it.. nice… to fall back into the ordinary routine of housework. The two girls hung on her every word, admiring her work, nodding vigorously when she explained something so simple a kid could’ve figured it out. When they smiled, which was constantly, she smiled along with them.
“Don’t you want to go back to work?” she said, idly, when they were mopping together.
Both girls shook their heads so hard their tits jiggled. “This is so much better!!” Patricia announced. “It’s so… relaxing. You just kind of do it, and let your mind wander.”
The two giggled, again. Terri froze.
What had Mark said about that? Right, that the town was making everyone stupid. Was she turning dumb, too?
Had she read a book, or a magazine, or anything? No, she had done housework, with a happy, lazy grin, eaten ice cream, and masturbated. And that was it. Basking in that inescapable feeling of… contentment.
There had to still be time to somehow stop from becoming a contented, horny, dumbo. Terri tossed down her mop, left the two bimbos to finish up the housework, and stomped off to find her Mother.
* * *
This time, she was drinking tea with Pastor Flynn. The Reverend was in casual attire, for him, khakis and a long-sleeved shirt. He looked strange outside of all black. That same, intimidating aura hung on him, but now on a middle-aged man who used too much hair cream.
“Terri!” he said, happily. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you, recently. I’ve been very busy this past week. Caring for herds, you know how it is.”
“Hi Pastor Flynn,” Terri said, impatient. “Isn’t it caring for flocks?” It felt strange to contradict the man. He had a way of looking at you that heavily implied you were on display, and should act accordingly. Terri felt like sticking her chest out for grading. She hoped she got an A.
“You’re looking very nice, Terri,” Flynn said. Anne, next to him, nodded approvingly.
Terri took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping it. Compliments had a way of sparking her sex drive, unstoppable, leaking juice into her still cum-filled slit and sparking her nipples. She tossed her hair back, and her legs quaked.
“Pastor,” she squeaked, her legs tensed, “can I talk to Anne for a—“
“Actually, we were just talking about you,” Pastor Flynn said. “We were wondering when you planned on returning to college.”
College? Terri hadn’t thought about college since… since her first night here, actually. Why was that? Her head felt sluggish, confused and assaulted by the remaining tingles from her morning fucking. Critical thinking was too much to ask after so many surges of endorphin-laced pleasure…
“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it?” she said.
“And why did you leave in the first place, exactly?” Flynn said. He sipped at his tea, loudly.
A week and a half ago, the question would’ve pushed her out of the room, snorting, incandescent with rage. Now it was hard to actually recall what it had been. Whatever it was, it had devastated her. Terri had stopped eating, stopped going to class, let her grades plummet until the suspension notice arrived by e-mail.
“Something… about a boy?” she said, uncertain. It was all so blurry, now. Everything she had done in college. She must’ve gone to classes, right? Learned… things. About stuff. It had all drifted away, leaving behind a confused blonde with melon-shaped boobs.
Flynn chuckled. “Isn’t that always the way?” he said. He was so understanding. “College relationships are so rocky. Nothing like the old style—meet a boy, shove your tits in his face, and let him knock you up. Works like magic. Or so I’ve heard.”
Had the good Pastor said… tits? That couldn’t be right. Terri was too distracted simply by trying to keep cum from leaking down her legs. A new breath of hot wind ignited in her head from the idea of Mark knocking her up.
“What Pastor Flynn is talking about,” Anne interrupted, from her perch on the old chair. “is that we’re thinking of making the house into an official Bed and Breakfast. Calving is getting a lot of visitors, visitors with money, and we could charge more if we were registered.”
“So what does that have to do with me?” Terri said. She was going back to college… right? She certainly wasn’t going to stay here, and let Mark fill her with his hot, salty cum, and pump out babies for him. That just wasn’t… her. Right?
She felt dizzy. Running a conversation while thinking at the same time was so hard, for a girl.
“We’d need your help to run the place,” Anne explained. “You would be the maid. Except we would be paying you, of course. And you’d have to wear a uniform. Would you like that, dear?”
A uniform? One of the black French maid outfits the Professionals had shown up in, only tailored to hide a pregnant belly, Mark’s baby. No—fit to show it off—to demonstrate to all the visitors that she was a knocked up slut.
Anne and Flynn took another sip of tea. Sperm leaked down her thighs, despite her best efforts.
“You don’t have to decide right now, dear,” Anne said. “Why don’t you get dressed? The ladies are coming over for book club, and you’ll be serving tea. I have an outfit picked out for you.”
She reached behind her, behind her pile of knitting, and her unopened copy of Invisible Man. The outfit was one slight sheath of white and black, made out of silk, and with little tassles on the fringe of the too-short hem. It was hard to imagine how she could squeeze it over her big, floppy boobs.
“Okay, Mom,” Terri said. A part of her kept fighting. A small part, and growing smaller.
* * *
The Ladies had refreshed their wardrobes over the past week. They filtered into the sitting room, brilliant in bright colors, wearing huge smiles to go along with their jewelry and high heels. They settled comfortably into chairs, clutching fresh and untouched copies of Invisible Man.
Terri filtered among them. She felt calm, at ease, placid. The dress had fit very well. Her boobs were huge now, too big even for her hands. She had rolled them around with her fingers, felt the comforting weight pull on her body. Funny how the rest of her body hadn’t gotten much bigger. A little more weight at the hips, a little bit more padding all around, filling her out.
She bent over carelessly, letting everyone see the tops of her stockings. They had come with the outfit, and they were dark black. The ladies didn’t seem to mind. They were too excited to get big bowls of Flynn’s ice cream.
Terri took a big drink of water from the kitchen before she could think about it.
“Oh, right,” she thought, hazy. Mark was sure it was full of chemicals and hormones and stuff, making her big and stupid and horny. Well, she had only had two glasses. It probably wouldn’t do any more damage.
Anne took her seat, triggering the meeting. There wasn’t even a pretense of discussing the book. The ladies immediately set to gossip—who was pregnant, who wasn’t pregnant, who was fucking who. In graphic and unashamed detail, complete with hand gestures.
“Ladies,” Anne said, breaking in, “I’ve invited two new members. Candice and Patricia have been staying with us, you might have seen them working at the factory.”
The two Professionals flounced in. They hadn’t changed their outfits. But they had clearly been busy with each other. Both had flushed, red cheeks and mussed hair, and kept throwing happy looks at each other. They bounced into their seats and didn’t bother to cross their legs. Neither wore panties.
“I think Candice has an announcement for us,” Anne said, smiling. She pushed her hair back and gestured at the new Maid.
“I’m pregnant!” Candice squealed, beaming. She was crying, she was so happy. “I’ve got a baby in me!”
The ladies cooed, excited, and everyone applauded.
Patricia’s mouth hung open. “Ohmygosh,” she shrieked. “I’m pregnant too!” Patricia and Candice launched themselves across the room, hugging in a big-titted display of joy. Their hands pawed at each other, excited and busy.
The ladies went wild with approval. Terri stood there, with the tea kettle limp in her hands. Both of them? They were going to get heavy, with even larger boobs.. how much bigger could they get?
“They’ve both quit their jobs to help out with our new Bed and Breakfast,” Anne said. “We’re very excited.” She paused, and for nearly the first time, her docile smile disappeared behind a sad little line. “You know, Terri was the last I could have. So it’ll be nice to Mom around just a little bit more.”
Her Mom was… infertile? Because of her? Terri hadn’t known that.
“And maybe a grandmother, soon enough?” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “I heard about Terri and Mark. Such a nice, strong boy.”
The eyes shifted to Terri.
“I’m not pregnant,” Terri told them, backing away, resistance flaring. “I’m not a big-boobed Mommy like everyone else in this town.”
They all laughed.
“Oh, Terri, look down at yourself,” Mrs. Collie said, cocking her head. “You’ve got the boobs, you’ve got the big hips. You’re practically designed to have kids. They’ll slip right out of you. You won’t even notice.”
“No.. no, we’re using protection,” Terri said. Did she just admit she was fucking Mark? There were so many eyes on her…
“Protection, of course,” Mrs. Pritchard said, condescending nicely. “I’m sure those pills will do a wonderful job when Mark dumps a full load of cum inside of you. Or has he already?”
More giggling.
“I… I have to go,” Terri said. She could feel the eyes on her tits, on her stomach, on her moist slit. She had to get out of there, to run away.
To masturbate so hard that the ladies upstairs tittered some more.
* * *
“They’re like… teenagers,” Erica thought, numb.
It was nearly 5 in the afternoon. That meant that Robert was about to return home from his job as—she shuddered—some kind of construction tool. And that, in turn, meant the daily welcome-home ritual between him and the slutty cow that used to be Erica’s sister.
Deanna’s reaction was pathetic. When there was still an hour to go she began to watch the clock, turning towards it to check the tick. She would rub anxiously at her stomach, just now starting to show the first bulge of her pregnancy. She would toy relentlessly with her always-brief skirt, or tug at her figure-hugging shorts with the button undone. When she thought her sister wasn’t looking, she stroked at the undersides of her—huge!—breasts.
Of course, she was hard to engage at the best of times, these days. Once upon a time Deanna had been the prize student in the family, The One Who Got The Brains. She had graduated from High School at the top of her class, and been set to go to the very best college. Even when she had rebelled against her upbringing, run off with a brawny, dumb man, the family had figured she’d grow out of him. How could she not? Breeding would tell.
The brainy Deanna had disappeared. Her interests were limited to: Robert, pregnancy, sex, and daytime television. If Erica tried to talk politics, or literature, she listened patiently, rubbed her stomach, and then changed the subject back to something inane.
Robert arrived home. “Ding-dong!” he said, as he always did on the front step. Erica sneered.
He crashed through the front door, as always, sweating and enthusiastic. He caught his expanding wife up in a bear hug, kissed her—indecently—and then the two made out where they had met. If she hadn’t been there, Erica was half sure they would simply fuck on the carpet.
She wiped a bead of sweat off her own forehead.
But what was really bothering Erica was the—there was no other word—the scent.
It was maddening.
Whatever it was, it kept assaulting her at odd times. She would be walking around the house, and this strange, musky odor would creep into her head. And then she would have to look around, sniffing, trying to get another burst of the smell.
Erica knew it was making her do strange things. She stalked around the house when Deanna was gone, trying to get another hit. She dug through cupboards and prowled bedrooms, looking for it, aching for it.
And when she did get a hit, she was inevitably in her bedroom within minutes, rubbing furiously at her puffy and swollen tits. They had taken to the country air, just like her sisters.
Robert and Deanna retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to do the cooking, again. But Erica couldn’t seem to mind. She had gotten two hits in there, just yesterday.
* * *
She finally found the scent in the bedroom.
Not hers, although the guest bedroom was perfumed by her embarrassed and extremely erotic self-play sessions.
Deanna and Roberts. Erica eased into it, increasingly desperate, while Deanna was out running errands.
The couple had a small, twin-sized bed, with cheap sheets. Deanna’s side was barely used. They apparently slept nearly on top of each other. Or—the erotic imagery was getting more frequent and indecent—with him inside of her.
Robert’s boxer shorts sat on the carpet, flung halfway across the room. Deanna typically kept a spotless house; boring cleaning had become one of her few passions. She must not’ve had time to toss it into the wash.
The scent seemed to grow out of the disgusting, wrinkled shorts.
Erica inhaled, tried to stop herself, and failed. She willed her fingers to stop, and they reached out to grab the discarded pair of underwear. It was still sticky with what had to be drying cum, from last night’s adventures fucking the shit out of her sister.
Erica lowered her nose to it.
When she came to, she had fallen backwards onto the bed, and was pawing lewdly at her own tedious pair of pants. The underwear was just underneath her nose, Robert’s scent filling her, completing her. Making her understand—her sister hadn’t chosen Robert. Robert had chosen her, and all she could do, as a girl, was to simply obey.
And get fucked, of course. Erica finally managed the zipper, plunged two fingers into her slit. Two more followed, all the way up her cunt, until she dripped onto their bed. She was unused to masturbation, and had to teach herself where to touch, where to stroke, how to grab at her nipples to add to the burning heat in her head. She bucked, shaking the bedsprings, cumming wildly in a spray of juice.
Eventually she stopped, out of exhaustion. One hand rested on her tits, another lingered just inside her pussy, and Erica fell asleep.
When she woke up, her sister sat on the bed, on top of her.
She was giggling, amused, and wore hot pink shorts with another slutty halter top.
“Deanna… I can… this isn’t…” Erica said, propping herself up. “It’s not my fault. There’s something… some sort of drug..” Her pants were still bunched around her ankles.
“You want this, don’t you?” Deanna said, smirking. She waved the underwear in front of Erica’s nose. Erica nodded, weakly. She did need more. So much more.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” Deanna said. “Lets get you all ready, sis! Oh, this is going to be fun! We’ll be sisters together!”
“I’m not going to be… like you..” Erica said. Her sister arched an eyebrow, then slipped a finger into Erica’s still available snatch. It sunk to the hilt. Erica groaned. Stopping this madness never occurred to her.
How could anything feel that good?
What was happening to her?
* * *
It was nearly time for Robert to come home.
It had been a long and mortifying day.
She was wearing pink. Erica had never worn pink in her whole life, just a long stretch of blacks, greys, and browns. Sensible clothes.
And she certainly hadn’t shown off her ass. Now it waited just beneath a daringly brief skirt, coupled with pink pantyhose that Deanna had picked out.
She had tried to draw the line at the pink panties. But every time she got the will to resist up, Deanna would just wave that pair of boxer shorts in front of her, and she gave in. By the end of the day she just looked at her purse, where they were, and Erica gave in.
Deanna had decided to show off her ass “until your titties come in.” That sounded ominous. Her boobs were nicely sized. A decent handful. Was she about to pop out sweater-kittens like her sister’s new rack?
Erica licked her lips and tried not to want them.
The bustier made her look like trash. It was light green. It didn’t really match the skirt, actually, but Deanna seemed to care only for what the outfit did show, rather then what it didn’t.
Deanna had allowed her one orgasm, in the changing room. She had been surrounded by girls in the same horny daze, flying through cheap, slutty clothes as fast as they could throw them on. All had large boobs held back by complicated bras. So many were pregnant. So many had boobs leaking white milk. Erica had screamed an orgasm and no one had even thought it strange.
The town was insane. Girls walked around in a blissed-out haze, either pregnant or clearly planning it, and not a single one in anything less then a two-inch heel. The couples groped each other, hands up skirts, and the outlines of monster-sized cocks were always obvious down the front of the male’s pants.
Deanna kept chatting about their “future together.” They were going to have babies, and big milky boobs, and take turns fucking Robert. She assured Erica that he had enough “cum and dick” for both of them.
Erica just nodded. That was good. Right? Then Deanna waved the scent in front of her, again.
They stopped at the diner for lunch. Deanna met up with her new friends, equally vacuous young girls with swelling tummies and no brains. They had chatted idly about looking hot with a preggo tummy. Erica had been served a milkshake by a dark-haired girl in tight blue shorts. The nametag read “Susan!”
In the middle of lunch, Deanna innocently slipped a finger under her sister’s skirt, and fingered her greased up clit. Erica had nearly gotten the will to fight back, to charge out of their, get into the Mercedes, and drive madly away.
Then she had spread her legs wider.
Now it was 4:30. Deanna was trying to explain to her what she had to do to get Robert to unleash more of that delicious, wonderful scent on her. But she couldn’t seem to pay attention to the most simple of directions.
Instead, she kept looking at the clock.
* * *
Robert busted through the door, ready with his usual enthusiastic smile and bear hug.
Instead, his wife was positioned on the couch, giggling like mad and touching herself. He frowned, puzzled. What was this all about?
Deanna pointed down, at his feet.
Erica, her snotty sister, was kneeling just in front of Robert’s pants. Her meager tits were open for display, underneath a halter, and she had long, smooth legs covered up with shiny pink. Her eyes glistened.
“Go ahead and fuck her, honey!” Deanna said. “But I told her to suck your cock, first.”
He shrugged. Robert wasn’t much into critical thinking these days. Working hard all day and fucking his wife all night seemed to pretty much cover his needs. Why turn down free head?
“Then you’re going to get her knocked up,” Deanna announced.
Robert’s cock sprang to attention. Now Erica had his full interest. As much as he loved his wife’s growing tummy, and the big chest that came with it, there was just something about depositing a load in a fertile womb. It… called to him.
Erica fumbled with his fly. She had pink painted fingernails. Those were new.
It sprang free. Robert was proud of his dick. It had grown impressively, in just the past month. Now it snaked down his leg. It came matched with large red balls, stuffed with sperm. Deanna had assured him that it was amazing.
“Go ahead, suck it,” Deanna urged. But Erica seemed to be just concentrating on her breathing, sniffing, weirdly, over his dick. Finally, sighing at her inexperience, Robert maneuvered his cock to her lips, and pushed in.
Erica seemed startled. A bit of the self-assured, condescending sister pushed back, and her eyes bulged, protesting against the warm cockhead pushing its way towards her throat. Then Robert let loose with a early jet of precum.
After that, Erica was happiness itself.
She swallowed just as much as her sister, who was frigging herself with eager abandon on the couch, mixing it up with fits of the giggles. Erica sucked hard. Robert chuckled. She had no idea what he could unleash, these days. She would choke without some training.
His balls boiled, and he pulled out, unceremoniously.
“What.. why’d you stop?” Erica whined.
“Go ahead and bend over, honey,” Robert said. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
Erica pondered this, thoughts moving sluggishly through a sea of scent. “Okay,” she concluded. That sounded pretty hot. Babies were cool.
* * *
The formerly prim sister laid on the floor, breathing hard. There was no way she wasn’t pregnant. If the first load of cum hadn’t done it, the second or third had. Robert had just kept pushing inside of her, igniting her, long after the last bits of proper woman had been replaced by knocked-up slut. She felt… gooey, he had left so much white stuff inside of her.
Her life lay in tatters. She had a career, back in the City. Friends. A life. Interests outside of fucking and sucking.
Deanna kneeled next to her. Still smiling, she rubbed at Erica’s tummy. It was covered in cum, from when Robert had dripped, after finally pulling out.
“This is going to be great,” she said, enthusiastic. Erica smiled, weakly.
At least she had her sister back.
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Here is my first story ever posted, I’ve decided to take it off of its parent site and post it here. It’s what I’ve been mainly been working on so excuse me if it takes away from my other stories. (E.G One in a Million) anyway R&R ^^