Conspirators

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Jack was tied to a kitchen chair, looking to her with hopeful eyes. Henry broke the silence, explaining how he caught Jack exploiting Irene and Jeanette. “I have it recorded too, you little fuckhead. We also have videos of your dad and sister… doing things to my wife.” He forced a smug smile, turning to the boy’s principal. “Yeah, that’s how we figured out it had something to do with that metal thing.” He turned to Ashley and Irene. “Were you able to find it?”

“Yeah.” Ashley feigned confusion as Irene handed him the metal rod. “What is it for?”
“They use it to control people somehow. Jack probably used it on you, too.”
“Be careful, you don’t know how to use that!” Jack pleaded.
“Tell me, how do you use this?”

Jack gave Ashley a quick glance. “Go ahead, tell him.”
“You just say what you want someone to do while holding it.” Jack explained.
Henry turned to Ashley. “You should take your shirt off.” The older man watched creepily as the other women scowled his command.

She stared blankly at the ground as she pulled her shirt over her head, her tight-fitting blue bra shown to the group. She looked around, acting confused as they all stared. Her stomach puffed out and her small breasts now approached a B-cup. “She’s pregnant.” Irene said the obvious. Henry commanded her to put her shirt back on, unprepared for that discovery.

“Now, Jack, how many people do you think you’ve gotten pregnant?”
“What?” Ashley asked before giving Jack an irritated glare. “Well, tell him!”
“My mom, sister, aunt Steph, Principal Hyun, Mrs. Sanderson, Irene, and that social worker too. There are probably others, but I know those for certain.”

Another revelation they weren’t expecting. “Oh my god.” Mrs. Hyun covered her mouth.
The man in charge set his jaw. “How long have you been fucking your family?”
Jack hesitated yet again. “I don’t know, a year or so. But, I am done with that now.”
“Right.” Henry shook his head as he glanced around, stopping on Ashley. “Why weren’t you on that list?”
She cast her eyes to the ground. “He’s not sure.” She lied.
“Oh. What do we do with him?”
“You said it can make you forget. Why not just make us all forget and toss that thing into the trash?”
“We can’t just get rid of this, Irene.”

Ashley let them bicker for a time until she decided to end this ruse. “Is anyone else is involved in this plan to capture this rod other than Steph?”
“Jane Lessig and Marcy Moreno.” Candice’s mom and the Spanish teacher. This isn’t good, Mrs. Moreno is immune to commands like Isabel. She directed Jeanette, Irene, and Henry to forget everything to do with the true command rod she had in her hand. She told them to avoid any questions about it and to stay there for the night. “Tomorrow I want you all to personally erase all videos involving Jack or anyone else in his family that you can.” Finally, she directed them to completely ignore the command rod if they ever saw it again. There, as we discussed, that should wrap up these loose ends.

“How come you don’t want to have sex with your mom anymore, Jack?” She asked as she untied him.
“I don’t know, it just seems gross.”
That seems very strange. “Forget all the commands Isabel gave you.” She waited for a moment before the next question. “Do you still think it’s gross to have sex with your mom?”
He gave an overly confused look. “Uh, no, why?”

“Just wondering.” She turned to the others, feeling angry about Isabel’s betrayal. “You two will do whatever he asks, and Henry, you just sit back and watch.” She directed them to forget about this encounter when Jack left. Tucking the command rod away, she headed outside. “Come find me at home when you’re done, Jack.”

She left him to punish the conspirators as she set out to find her so-called partner. Isabel was waiting on a bench a few blocks down. “Well?” The woman continued staring across the street.
“Did you command him not to have sex with his mom?”
“I was trying to help.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t command us!” At least she didn’t lie. “Well, that’s what got him into this situation.”
She turned finally. “No, his dick got him here.”
“Don’t you think it’s wrong to change a person?” Ashley gathered her thoughts, trying to be half as calm as she was. “Did you command me?”
“No.” Isabel met her gaze.
“Okay.” Ashley relaxed. “I think that we can command someone to forget, but the memory is still in there. People seem to remember eventually. I know he commanded me before, but I don’t know the details. Sometimes I just get… I get… aroused for no good reason and I think it’s from a command he gave me. Maybe we can’t ever forget it, really.” She handed Isabel the command rod. “He’ll be out in a while. I gave him a little reward.” Isabel was not amused as she put the rod in her pocket.

Ashley explained the situation, confirming that Jane was still playing a role. “Marcy Moreno is involved too.”
“I think I saw her already, she looks good.”
“She is immune to commands.”
Isabel narrowed her eyes. “That certainly causes problems. I’ll go take care of Steph, Alma, and Jane tonight and we’ll figure out something for Marcy tomorrow.”
“You’re going to command them all at once? Bold.”
“You just go home and wait for Jack. Keep him out of trouble for a few days.”

Henry watched from the hallway with disgust as Jack toyed with the women. After filling Jeanette’s pregnant belly with water from the shower he decided to make them suffer a little more. He left the room, forcing them both to stand awkwardly naked in front of the man. After a few minutes Jack returned holding a short chunk of flexible, clear PVC tubing. It was around two inches in diameter and just shy of two feet long with smoothed ends. Jack found some lotion and carefully worked the tube into Irene’s ass. It was clearly uncomfortable, but she didn’t complain.

Next, he directed her backwards before spinning the pained Korean woman around. He edged them closer and fingered her tight ass until he could insert the pipe. It popped in and she whined loudly, still sore from the last encounter. Water flowed into the clear connection. He leaned them forward and nudged them back until the tube was firmly inside both of them. He had Irene carefully go down onto her knees to accept the fluid flowing through the pipe. She still didn’t show much discomfort and that irritated Jack.

He retrieved the shower hose and worked it into Irene’s filled asshole. He cranked the handle, watching the hose jerk with pressure. Water blasted into the woman, who finally elicited a pathetic groan. She accepted the high-pressure blast from the shower and the creeping flow from Principal Hyun’s ass. Irene grumbled as she crumpled, holding her pregnant stomach. It audibly complained as it grew beneath her hands.

Jack let her inflate for a time, pleased by her troubled expression. He finally switched off the flow and delicately removed the shower hose from her gripping ass. Irene gasped, whimpering as she felt the water settling in her burgeoning belly. She was large to begin with, but now her stomach draped over her thighs and pushed outward to her knees. The bulky woman begged for Jack to stop, but he only smiled and directed her to stand.

He helped her upright and told Jeanette to go down. “Let it into her and it won’t hurt anymore.” Irene was distraught, shaking her head at the thought. “You can’t hold it forever.” Jack urged.
“No, please!” Jeanette begged as she went to her knees. “Don’t do it, Irene!”

Some water was already flowing, but after a moment they could see that Irene had given in. She crinkled her face and pushed as Jack held the hose stable between them. The transparent hose filled and all the collected fluid drained into the smaller woman. Jeanette’s stomach growled as the water filled her. Her stomach was more compact, growing tight with the transferred liquid. She leaned ahead in a futile attempt to lessen the pain and soon her belly was expanded outward enough to rub upon the floor.

“Oh my god, it’s too much!” She put her hands upon the floor to hoist herself upright. She pushed with all of her might as she stood upright. Irene didn’t expect it and soon felt the fluids being forced back into her. She trembled, falling forward onto her hands as her stomach drooped. She was bent down, frozen in torment as Jeanette selfishly emptied into her. Irene groaned as her knees gave way and she went low, unable to resist the woman’s flood. The tormented woman below begged as her belly enveloped her legs.

Jack helped her to stand once more, holding her heavy, weak frame upright. They both stood as the water moved into Jeanette at a slow pace. Jack could see the bulge in Henry’s pants and he decided to let the man judge. “Who should I fuck?”
“What?” Jack repeated the question to the confused man watching the debauchery. “You are a monster.”
“If you don’t pick one then I’m going to pick and fill them bigger.” He rubbed their big bellies. “I bet too much wouldn’t be good for the kids.”
Henry sneered. “You twisted little fuck.”
“Fine. I’ll pick then.” He slid his jeans to his ankles as he directed his principal to the floor. She begrudgingly went down, feeling gravity assisting the flow of water.

Jack perched Irene’s leg upon the edge of the bathtub and maneuvered his way between her spread legs and distended belly. He felt her warmth and edged inside. Irene’s jaw trembled and her eyes widened. She wrapped her arms around Jack’s shoulders as he fucked her gently. She loved the feeling, quickly taking the lead as she released the flow into her friend. Henry still observed, and made no attempt to hide his disgust. Her belly shrank slightly, but her stomach was still ungainly due to her twins.

Jack could see Jeanette struggling upon the floor, her stomach inflating with the shared enema. She jolted upright, staring at the tile as she breathed quickly. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this! Help me Henry!”
“I-I can’t…”
She turned to him with wild eyes. “You can’t just stand there, do something!” He only watched with sad eyes as she cried out.
Irene was lost in the pleasure, ignoring her accomplice’s pain, pushing into Jack’s weak thrusts. He was getting tired from holding onto her heavy frame, but he was nearly at the climax. He brought her lower, hitting a good spot as he continued.

Mrs. Hyun’s stomach gurgled and she lowered her head, sniffling as the water drained into her. At her limit and unable to stop it, she turned back to see the couple fucking behind her. She tilted as she turned and the water visibly sloshed in her abdomen. “Please stop this.”

That was enough to push Jack over the edge, gasping as he filled the excited pregnant woman. Irene beamed, her mouth agape as she watched his expression. She went in and gave him a deep kiss as he twitched. She lowered her leg and tensed, pushing more fluid into the hurting woman below. Jack finally decided to end Jeanette’s suffering.

He yanked the tube free, causing her to lurch forward and shriek, tensing as she tried not to let it all out. She grabbed her flat behind and only allowed a small spurt to exit before she regained control. She sobbed as she struggled to stand. Her frame was massive, with her tight, swollen belly rocking with each slight movement. He hips and breasts seemed a little larger too as she crawled to the toilet and dragged her weight onto the seat. She screamed as she started emptying, feeling immense pressure as it fought to escape.

It was going well so far, with the tall, dusky-eyed beauty sitting beside the stocky, curvy social worker and the gaunt blonde psychiatrist. Isabel sat opposite as they gave her questioning looks. “Who is she?” Alma finally questioned.
Isabel retorted with a long, all-encompassing command. She told them to delete anything incriminating to the Olsens, to believe they are innocent, and to ignore the command rod if they ever saw it again. “Imagine this thing doesn’t exist.” She wondered if that was overkill.

They all stared, awaiting the end of her commands. Isabel was trying to think of any other additions when she heard something. She glanced over the chair to see a full-figured Latina woman wearing a patterned dress with a white jacket. She couldn’t help staring at the woman’s cleavage, in spite of the aluminum golf club she held high. Isabel rolled onto the ground, hearing the chair crack from the avoided strike.
“You must be Marcy.” Isabel got to her feet, keeping her distance.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I command you to stop.” Surprisingly, Marcy lowered her weapon and stared. “Uh, take off your top.”

The woman’s broad features showed limited revulsion as she removed her jacket and dropped it to the floor, keeping the golf club in her grasp. Next, he commanded her to pull out her breasts. Marcy scoffed as she reached back and unzipped her dress and unclasped her bra. She moved her dress low and cast her undergarment aside, exposing her full, natural tits. The woman had a faded lotus tattooed upon her shoulder. He directed her to drop the club, and after a moment she let it fall.

Isabel approached, wondering why the command rod worked on her now. She kicked the weapon aside and cautiously placed a hand upon her chest. I have my own, but nothing beats touching someone else’s boobs. She realized how childish she was being, but it had been far too long since she’d had some fun. “Do whatever I say until I leave.”

Marcy said nothing, standing with her top pulled down and waiting for her direction. “Strip for me.” As commanded, Marcy removed her dress and her panties, allowing her to scrutinize her full body. She showed some weight around her midsection, but her full ass and hourglass shape made up for it. She also had a small butterfly tattooed on her ankle.

Unable to resist, Isabel commanded the others to sleep as she sat the command rod on a table and undid her blouse. She fumbled for a moment before removing her own bra and tossing it aside. Marcy breathed deeply as she approached. Isabel kissed her neck, moving lower to plant small kisses upon her fantastic breasts. I can have my pick of these women, but I definitely choose her. She held the Spanish teacher’s wide ass, kneading it as she continued kissing her warm skin. The woman’s pulse was racing, but she didn’t move as Isabel explored her.

Isabel removed her pants, allowing Marcy to steal a couple glances at her pregnant belly. She was only two or three months in, but she certainly showed now. “Lay on top of me.” Isabel laid down and directed the woman to lie in the opposite direction. The two buxom Latina women opened their legs and started pleasuring one another. I didn’t even have to tell her to. Isabel enjoyed her taste, holding her pliable ass as she licked her clit with firm, even rotations.

Marcy wasn’t shy, using her tongue to invade her privates, caressing Isabel’s legs as she sat above her. They gasped, rubbing their soft bodies along one another. Marcy slipped a finger into her ass as she tongued, making Isabel tense and push into her mouth. Using a hand, Isabel reached down to press her head into her crotch, feeling orgasm creeping closer. Without warning, the woman on top started shuddering, shaking with climax as her tongue continued writhing in her mound. Isabel wasn’t far behind, and soon she too found convulsions of pleasure, enveloped in the woman’s delightfully scented body.

They both got up weakly and exchanged glances. Isabel could see a look in her eye and it took her a moment to understand. Marcy shot toward the table and grabbed the command rod. “Don’t move!”
Isabel picked up the golf club. “I don’t want to hurt that beautiful face of yours.”
Marcy regarded the naked, pregnant woman before her. “You… it doesn’t work on you either?”
“Nope. Hand it over or I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” The woman’s angry glare softened, realizing she wasn’t prepared for this. She held out the command rod and Isabel took it cautiously. “Good choice.”
“What now?” Marcy looked to the other women sitting upon the couch.
“Good question.”

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