True Colors

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It was odd, going from the new face to the pampered girl in a matter of months. Lilly had to admit that she enjoyed it. It was rewarding knowing that the bully wasn’t a threat anymore. In the hallway, Lilly saw a few people gathered in the red accented room, and she went to investigate. Traci was forced to wear arm binders for most of the days recently, leaving her door open for anyone to take advantage of her at any time. The men from before were set to return this evening and Lilly only imagined what the woman would be enduring by then.

To her surprise, Willa, the normally complacent girl, was gripping Traci’s hair. The young girl with a newfound fire in her eyes led the partially bound woman to the bed and pressed her head in between Kiera’s spread legs. The other girls laughed as Willa berated the now submissive woman.

“They’ll lose interest soon enough.” Julie said as she closed the door to her room. “Traci knew her time on the top wouldn’t last forever. She saw this happen before.” Her heavy breasts and slim frame was mesmerizing as she approached.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve been here for years, honey. I was able to bounce back after my fall. Most can’t, though.” She looked into the room, watching the girl’s take advantage. “Traci was always dominant and held the status longer than anyone I’ve seen, but we’ll have to see what she does after this.”
“Wh-why doesn’t she resist?”
Julie shrugged. “If she really hurts one of them then it will get much worse for her and she’s probably just in shock that she actually lost her place. The Master had protected her for a long time, but he must want you to be the queen bee now.”
She remembered the loosely defined no violence rule. “How long is her contract?”
“None of us know – it’s kept secret and different for each of us.”
In the room, Taryn stepped up and landed a hard swat across Traci’s ass. Taryn’s large tits wobbled and the other girl bucked forward, pressing her face into the chubby woman’s crotch. “I can’t believe she’s just taking it.” Lilly watched. “Can’t she leave if it’s too much?”

“Sure, we all can go anytime we want! But, obviously, he finds ways to keep us from leaving. He figures out what motivates us and uses that to his advantage.”
“What did he do to keep you here?”
She sighed, looking away. “He pays for my sister’s medical bills. Without him, she wouldn’t be here. He also lets me visit her twice a year. Once he knows how to control you then he is a lot more lenient and lets you go into public. If he doesn’t trust you or you breach the contract then…” She shrugged unknowingly.

Julie turned to Lilly and put a hand on her shoulder. “Going to join us in there?”
“No, I think I’ll hang back for now.”
“Suit yourself, but be careful not to get drunk with power. He is going to let you boss us around, but he is still in control.” Julie gave a playful smirk as she walked through the doorway. Her thick legs and nice ass wiggled delightfully, as she took her place in line to dominate the once formidable woman.

Lilly went back to her room and found a book. I am glad they put her in her place, but I kind of feel bad. Lilly tried to set her mind to ease. She deserves this, though. She did the same thing to the other girls and they are giving her a taste of her own medicine. Hours passed before her door flew open, pulling her away from her reading.

Traci stepped into the room with a cold, brooding anger. Her wild, tangled brown hair fell over her bountiful, reddened breasts. With free arms, she closed the door before punching the foot of the violet colored bed, growling as she spoke. “You fucking whore! You are not going to get away with this.” Traci grabbed Lilly’s ankle and tugged her closer with unexpected strength. She drew back a hand and swatted Lilly’s tit. She attempted another strike, but Lilly deflected it. The wild woman’s high-set cheekbones showed as she smiled with a sick pleasure. She crawled atop her victim. “I’m going to make you regret crossing me, you goddamned hick.”

“Wh-what about the contract? You can’t hurt me!”
Traci slapped her across the face. “What do I care? I can’t handle another year in this fucking place!” Lilly could see a hatred in her eyes that scared her. Traci threw another punch that hit her arm. “I’ve been keeping myself at the top for nine years and you came in to fuck it all up!”
“It was the… the man.”
Traci grabbed her nipples tightly and pulled hard. Lilly shrieked for a moment before another slap silenced her. “Be quiet! You caused this and you will fall back in line or I will make you miserable!”

Traci bent forward and pulled the frightened girl upright, pushing her toward the bathroom door. Lilly stumbled as Traci came in behind her and locked the door. “Our guests arrived – I’m going to get you ready them!” She unscrewed the hose to the showerhead. “I hear you like enemas.”

“Don’t do this, Traci. Just let me have my time-“
“You don’t deserve any time at the top, you backwards bitch! I’m going to make you suffer and everyone else will see that I’m still in charge!” Her tone sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“You’re in too far and The Master is going to punish you when he finds out.”
“No, no, no! He’s going to reward me for being so confident!” She rubbed some lotion onto the end of the hose and slapped Lilly’s ass until she bent forward. I can’t hurt her or I’ll get punished. I just have to let her do this and maybe she will be gone for good! Lilly put her hands on her knees as she felt the hose slip inside and snake its way through her guts.

Traci stood her up and turned her, smiling as she flipped the water on. The cold water and air mixed in her belly. Traci pulled her closer, wrapping her hands around Lilly’s squishy ass and watching as the water pained her. “Do you like being my bitch?” Traci had to look down as she hugged the Montana girl, pressing their warm skin together. Lilly’s smaller bosom nestled beneath Traci’s ample tits. Lilly couldn’t help herself, locking lips with her aggressor, moaning with mixed emotions as the lukewarm water painfully blasted inside.

They drew back and stared at one another for a time. Traci’s straight eyebrows quivered as she pushed her trimmed pussy forward. Her flowery perfume was subtle, mixing with the intoxicating scent of her flowing dark brown hair. She could see that the woman needed to assert herself after being stripped of all control. Traci finally broke the stare and grabbed something from beneath the sink. She held a metal funnel with a spout roughly the size of her thumb. The pain was becoming too intense, pulling her attention away; Lilly reached lower and began rubbing herself.

Traci slapped her hand aside. “No, this is punishment, you slut!” The tall seductive brunette sat the funnel aside and moved behind Lilly, wrapping her arms around her hips and softly caressing her expanding belly. “You like being punished, don’t you?” Traci put her chin upon Lilly’s shoulder and pressed her squishy chest against her back. “You’d just love it if I touched you right now. You’d probably cum in an instant, wouldn’t you?” She pressed her hips forward, causing the hose in Lilly’s ass to bend and move slightly deeper.

Breaking from the embrace, Traci cranked up the flow of the water, causing the inflating girl to jump forward, reaching back for the hose. Traci backhanded her, stopping her abruptly. Lilly whined, holding her belly as she bit her lip. “I can’t, it’s too much.” She gasped, trying to endure.

“Kneel down, over the side of the tub.” Lilly gave a questioning look that was met with a slap across her distended belly. “Now!”

Her stomach was pronounced, making her look a few months pregnant. She got down, but couldn’t fit over the edge of the tub without leaning forward. She did so, awkwardly sticking her ass into the air. With her pussy pressed against the fiberglass of the tub and water continually blasting inside, she squirmed, attempting to distract her mind from the agony. Thankfully, the wider tub allowed her to find a comfortable position. Unable to touch herself, she became increasingly frustrated.

Suddenly the flow increased. She jerked, sliding forward, pressing her shoulder against the side of the bathtub and bending her neck at an angle. Her body contorted, putting her legs outward as they rested upon the edge of the tub. Traci grabbed her ankles and held her in place as the full force of water poured into her midsection, inflating her like a balloon. She could see her belly shaking as moved lower, pressing against the tub floor. She gasped, uncertain of how much more she could take.

“Want it to stop?” Lilly grunted in response, unable to speak as she slid lower due to her weight. Her stomach had reached the bottom and started to spread outward. “If you don’t say anything then I guess I could just leave you…”
“P-pl-please st-stop.”
Traci beamed from above. “So polite!” She flipped the lever and the water stopped moments after.

Lilly groaned as the girl above tugged on the hose, working it out painfully. Tensing, she felt it withdrawing from her insides and Lilly tightened with all her might when it finally slipped free. Traci took the funnel from the counter and forced it into her ass. Before anything could come out, she felt something strange pouring inside. She moved slightly to see the once regal woman grinning with a fervor that she had never seen. I’ve only seen that look when someone is about to go too far with me.
She held an opaque, white container, pouring a white powder into the funnel. Baking flour? Where did she get that? She must have stashed it some time ago. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Like I said, I’m getting you ready!” She sat the starch aside and grabbed a oversized metal spoon, using the handle to push the thickening powder deeper. “This will make help you keep it all in!” She swapped out the spoon and poured more powder into the funnel. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Lilly let out an awkward grunt as she tried to wriggle free, but it only caused her neck to throb. Traci withdrew the funnel and stuck the handle of the metal spoon all the way into her ass, spinning it using the round portion. “We have to make sure to stir it up or it won’t work. I think we’ll need more, too.” She repeated the process many times. “This should help you hold it in a little more easily.”

Traci’s grip slipped. Lilly felt her expanded body tilt, slowly gaining speed until she turned in the tub, coming to rest upon her back. She was sore, but thankful to be able to stretch. Her stomach throbbed, reminding her of the predicament. It was enormous, weighing her down as it obscured her vision. I look like I’m about to pop! Traci reached between her legs and forcefully churned the mixture in her ass. Lilly was too tired to fight at this point. “Got to make sure it’s thick enough.” She pulled the spoon’s handle out, and the goo inside felt as if it was all trying to come with it. She clenched her ass instinctively.

“It will still come out when you’re ready, but it’s going to make a big mess.” She cleaned the shower hose and put the head back on. “Try not to force it.” A knock startled her. “Time to go!” She sat the plastic container and other implements under the sink and unlocked the bathroom door. She moved past the man with a bashful smile. Patrick came in and marveled at the scene.

“My, my, partaking in some leisurely activities?” He smiled above. She let out a long breath as she crinkled her nose in pain. Gripping the side of the tub, she attempted to stand. She couldn’t help pushing, trying to get the thick block out of her behind. Nothing moved, including her. The man removed his expensive suit jacket and hoisted her upright. It was inefficient, but they managed to get her onto her knees and then standing. Her heavy belly sagged with the immense water weight. How much of that crap did he put in me? Shouldn’t it be thinning with all of the water in there?

“So why the big belly? What do you have in there?”
Lilly could barely think. She waited silently as the man rubbed her aching stomach. “Your skin is so warm and tight!” He spoke with admiration. She stepped over the tub’s edge and balanced herself using Patrick’s shoulder and the edge of the sink. Lost in a fog, she made short grunts as she fought through the cramping. “F-fuck m-me.” She grumbled.

He interpreted her frustrated remark as an invitation. With a hungry smile, he closed the toilet lid and slid his pants to his ankles before taking a seat. She was too drained to argue, so she shuffled closer and straddled the man. She was very wet down there, and he slipped in on his first attempt. Even in her addled state, Lilly loved the feeling. It helped to dull the rest of her pains as she moved her hips. Patrick squeezed her closer, causing her belly to squish outward between their arms.

“Fuck, I’m going to come already. Get down and let me shoot in on your tits.”
“J-just… just come inside.”
“You sure?” She didn’t respond, and the man scoffed, gripping her ass as she continued moving. “You on birth control?”
She managed to shake her head in response.
His expression turned to panic. He tried to push her off, but her weight kept her firmly in place with his cock buried inside. She continued gyrating her hips.
“Stop! Stop!” She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, pressing his face into her breasts to muffle his complaints. He rocked her side to side, trying to escape. It was in vain, however, and she felt a pulsing warmth inside. The feeling was magical and she climaxed alongside him. She used her hips to work out every drop of his seed.

With his help, she got off and staggered to lean against the wall in agony. The man pulled his pants up. “I am not about to support some bastard! You crazy bitch!” This was the true man, standing before her, not the façade he had in public. He’s angry and spoiled. She knew he would cause more trouble for her, but she didn’t care at the moment. He slammed the door and left her alone. She went to the toilet and began the painful, messy ordeal of emptying out. She pressed her clit as she forced the thick goop out in long, slow motions. Luckily, it was only a short time before the warm water flowed freely.

“What the hell have I done?” She put her head in her hands. “I let that jerk come in me!” She sniffled. “Traci is to blame for this! I’m going to fucking kill her!” She looked down at her swollen belly. “I’m a whale!” She used her hands to shake it side-to-side, entranced by the motion. She accepted the pain, clenching one eye as she continued pushing the water out.

Harlot

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With her wrists securely fastened to her elbows behind her, Christine could do nothing to stop the water flowing into her. “Don’t do this, I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want!” She stood naked, shifting anxiously trying to subvert the unpleasant feeling.

“I thought we had established that I don’t give a shit what you say or do, I’m going to do this just to keep you in line.” The man leaned against the doorway as Cassie controlled the water flow. “I want to see her stomach puff out like a goddamned balloon.”

Cassie rolled her eyes with a playful grin as she pressed the handle down. The shower hose shook with pressure and the short, curvy girl snarled with pain. Christine’s frizzy hair obscured her face as she leaned forward. Her large breasts jiggled as she gasped. Her belly was growing slowly, hanging low as the water poured inside her.

About a minute passed before the paunch distended into a tight potbelly. “That’s good.” Cassie turned the flow off and moved behind her. She pulled the hose out carefully and popped the large butt plug into her clenched opening. Christine lamented as she stepped into the latex shorts and allowed Cassie to strap them, locking them in place just below her midsection.

Cassie rubbed her exposed pussy and licked her fingertip. “She is starting to enjoy it.” She looked to the relaxed man.
“Good, she’ll learn her place eventually. I got a guy in room 408 who bought some time, bring her there while I go work on Isabel. He pays double if he gives her a creampie.”
“Wh-what?”
The man gave her a level glare. “He likes going in bare. Is that a problem?”
“N-no, I just… What if I…” Her water filled stomach kept her docile.
“Get an STD, get pregnant? What the hell do you care? If you are a good girl then I can switch you into someone else’s body. I have a ring that makes you practically immortal, but I only let you use It if you prove that you’re loyal.” He waved her over and lightly patted her belly. “You’re going to do whatever that man says with an ass full of water.” He jabbed her stomach, causing her to buckle in agony. “Do you get me, bitch?”

Christine fell to her knees, nodding vigorously. The man grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look up at him. Squeezing, he forced her to open wide. He let a line of saliva drip into her open throat. She gagged and pulled away, “Toughen up or we will find another bitch. You replaced one of my top girls, so you better try harder, you slut!”

Cassie hoisted the full girl and brought her to the front door. Christine questioned her nudity, but Cassie pushed her into the hallway. “No one gives a shit here. We’re dinner for these fucking animals.”
“What did he mean back there?” Christine asked as they walked. “Why did you have the ring with you anyway?”
“You just mind your own business and take it like a whore.” She said, venomously.

After knocking, a black man with sleeved tattoos greeted them. He wore baggy shorts and no shirt, showing off his toned muscles. He let a slight smirk show as he eyed the topless girl up and down. His voice was deep and relaxed. “He never mentioned that she was already knocked up.”

“She’s not. That’s her punishment. That harness stays in place and you can’t use her ass.”
“Alright,” he conceded, “that works.” He pulled her arm gently and Cassie nodded as he closed the door. “What’re you keeping in there?”
“Water. It hurts.”
“Kinky, I like it. You’re going to feel like one of those waterbeds when I’m fucking you.” He brought her over to the couch and sat her down. “I got you for an hour, so let’s start with a B.J.” He moved his shorts down just enough to sling his cock over the top. It was long and incredibly thick. “Think you can take it all?”
“If you don’t do anything to me then I can help you get a shitload of money.”
“I bet. Start sucking.”

She sighed as she looked up to him. Her belly grumbled as a bubble of air moved inside her. She grabbed his warm, throbbing cock and directed it into her mouth. It touched the back of her throat and she gagged. She swallowed and tried again, this time it moved down her throat slightly before she wretched once again. “Really, I can get you money!”

He stopped her with a gesture. “You gotta toughen up.” He put his hands in her hair and moved her head back and forth upon his shaft. She choked a few times, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed it lower and eventually he was fucking her throat, nearly fitting his wide cock inside her mouth – nearly. He pushed in hard, but it hit the back of her throat and she pushed upon his thighs, recoiling until he let her go. Christine almost threw up, but she composed herself in time. The man laughed as he leaned her onto her side. “I need to get into that pussy.”

Still teary-eyed, she spread her legs and rested her head upon the armrest. The bulky, muscular man slid his shorts to the floor and maneuvered himself into place upon the narrow couch. With some guidance, he poked the tip into her damp pussy. She took him in easily, his girth causing her to tense with overwhelming sensations. She gasped as the man pressed about halfway in and paused. She opened her eyes to see he looked frustrated. He’s trying not to cum.

She thought back to the other man’s promise of a new body and she couldn’t stop herself. She pushed upward and watched him shake his head vigorously. She ignored him, pushing onto his cock until he pressed down. The pain in her belly gave her pause, but he was already in motion. He pumped her violently, pressing into the tighter depths of her pussy, and after a few seconds, he buried himself all the way in, emptying his cock as she fought to buck him off. Unable to orgasm from a sudden cramp in her stomach, she grumbled loudly. He collapsed upon her, squishing her belly between them. She slapped his side, but he stayed in place, grunting as he continued to fill her.

He finally lifted himself and watched her for a moment. Her hurt expression gave him pause. He got up and turned Christine over without explanation. She was too sore to resist as he put her onto her stomach and crawled back onto her. He rubbed his wet, semi-hard cock between her legs until he felt her opening. He pushed in again and started moving once more. “Gotta get my money’s worth.” She let out a pathetic whimper as he fucked her with new vigor, slowly getting harder. It all hurt: the water and air compressed in her expanded belly, the man’s thick cock invading her surprisingly shallow pussy, and the fact that she was about to come. She wished she had more willpower, but holding the enema for so long had robbed her of most rational thinking. She relaxed and allowed the man to plow her with oddly arousing force.

She focused on the pleasure and let out short, quick moans as she climaxed. This caused the man to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. She loved it. She almost came a second time, but he shifted and poked her painfully below. It took a few minutes until he filled her a again. The feeling of elation passed and Christine found herself aching all over as the man lay upon her, his cock twitching inside her.

The man got up and put his shorts back on. “That was good. Thanks for letting me nut in you.” She nodded despondently. “I’m here for the week, so I’ll see you again soon.”

She thought again about mentioning the nameless man’s stash a few doors down the hall, but she decided it wasn’t a good idea. What can he do? He would just complicate things. She went to the bathroom and left. She thought about making an escape, but she guessed the guy at the main desk was paid to watch for her. I need to get out of this body too, and that son of a bitch knows it, I’m trapped.

Cassie answered the door and brought her back inside. “Can you please take this damned thing off of me now?” Christine pleaded to the man watching smugly.
He scoffed and grabbed his keys from the table as he walked to the door. “I have to run a few errands. You keep her company while I’m gone.” He slapped Cassie’s tight ass. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Wh-what?” Christine stammered. “You can’t just leave me like this!”
The man stopped in the doorway, turning back with malice in his eyes. “I am not stupid. I know you’re still some defiant bitch looking for the first chance to fuck me over. I’m never going to trust you, but I am going to break you. Sooner or later you’ll realize that I control you; you’re going to live a short, shitty life or a long, pleasurable life, but that depends on you.” His voice dropped to a dangerous tone. “I will ruin you if I have to.” He stared her down as she fought back tears. “I’ll be back in an hour and that stays on!”

She outright begged before he slammed the door. Cassie said nothing as she sat upon the couch and turned on the television. Once it was certain the man wouldn’t return, she decided to sit as well. Time passed as they sat, watching some boring documentary about aquatic life. Christine thought about her situation and how she could end it. Her mind ventured to dark places as she endured the agonizing ache in her belly. There has to be a way out, I can’t just be one of his whores for the rest of my life. She thought about getting a new body, about Cassie moving back to this one, and about her previous encounter. She studied Cassie for a time. Why would she let a stranger get this body pregnant if she wanted it back? She seems awfully calm for someone in her situation.

“You lied to me, didn’t you?” They looked at one another. “This isn’t your body.”
Cassie sighed. “Yeah.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “I have to get on his good side or this won’t work. We have to wait until he opens the safe and then we can snatch the ring and the money and get the fuck out of here!”
“Bullshit, how many other people has he done this to?”
“Look, I did lie, but there was a reason. You wouldn’t have come with me if I told you I was going to get you into a sex ring, would you? I can stop this and I’m really close, but you have to play along!”
Christine looked down to the silver lock resting upon her bulging belly. Her stomach gurgled, but she suffered through it. “I can’t handle this much longer.”

“You’d be surprised at what you can handle. I’ve been here for months and I’ve been in five bodies. He isn’t lying when he says he’ll give you another body, but you have to earn it.” She gave a distant look. “I have come too far and I need your help. I have a plan, but if we mess it up then it’s going to get worse for us both – much, much worse.”

She’s still lying, but I need to find a way out of this and I don’t have a plan. Christine put a hand on her growling belly. “I don’t care. I want out of this. Get me out by tonight!”
Cassie struck Christine’s distended belly with the side of her hand, causing the girl in bondage to groan and curl forward defensively. “You are not jeopardizing what we have been working for! You will do whatever the fuck he says or I will make your life even more miserable!” Cassie pushed her onto her side and jabbed her behind her arm. Christine burst into tears as Cassie struck her again.

“Stop, stop, please!”
“Are you going to listen to me now?” Christine gave a pained nod as she stared at the floor. “You have to deal with whatever he does to you and don’t mention anything about our conversation today, got it?” Another submissive nod. “He’s right, though, I know you’re not broken yet.” She pulled Christine back up and put a hand between her legs. The thick girl sat tensely as Cassie rubbed a finger along her slit. “I’ve been through more than you’ll ever know to get this far and we aren’t the only girls involved… but we aren’t ready yet, understand?”

Christine said nothing as Cassie continued rubbing between her legs. Cassie massaged the meek girl’s belly carefully before inserting a finger into her damp privates. “See, you still can enjoy this. You probably don’t understand your new body yet, but everything you feel can be more intense – pain and pleasure.” Cassie leaned the full girl back once again, getting in between her legs and lightly licking the button atop her smooth, shaven pussy. “Just stop fighting and he will lose interest.” She slipped her tongue inside to taste her juices. “He feeds upon defiance and he will do whatever he can to provoke you.”

The slim girl lifted Christine’s meaty legs onto her shoulders as she buried her face into her mound. Christine’s full belly and heavy breasts rocked as Cassie pleased her. The feeling made her forget her predicament, feeling warmth spreading throughout her body. She pushed up and Cassie wrapped her arms around her thighs, not holding back as she licked. Christine moaned as she held her prominent breasts, feeling orgasm building. Suddenly, Cassie stopped. Christine looked down to see the woman watching her uncaringly. “Are you going to sell me out?”
Christine paused.
“Are you going to sell me out?” Cassie asked again, reaching low to press against the butt plug.
The pain only added to her excitement. “N-no.”
“Give me your word or I’ll stop right here!”
“I won’t, I promise, just keep going please!”
Cassie smiled before going back to work. Her tongue slipped back in and Christine came instantly. She convulsed, gasping as she wrapped her legs around the girl’s head. The pain returned slowly, but it was more manageable now. Cassie arose and wiped away the wetness from her chin, smiling with her eyes.

“See, it’s not all bad. Trust me.”

An Offering to the Kraken

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The ship listed to the left as they rode the incoming wave. It rocked back and forth, cutting through the stormy waters. She knew what they had planned for her. The savage captain had killed her parents and her younger sister, but kept her alive. She closed her eyes, but no sleep came. Time passed, waters calmed, and she could see a beam of sunlight peeking through the ceiling boards.

The door burst open. A greasy, heavy-set man came in first, directing his companion toward her. “We’re almost there, lass. Best get yer belly full before we roll in.” He sat an item wrapped in cloth on the floor and kicked it to her. Some pickled herring and a partial loaf of bread.
The second man was burly, with matted, jet-black hair. “We shouldn’t be wastin’ the food on her, Tom. Let’s just fuck her and let her find sustenance on our cocks.”
“Ya silly bastard! She’s got to be a maiden for this to work.”
“She’ll still be a maiden if she sucks us dry, Tom!”
“Aint worth it. The captain will gut us if he finds us stickin’ her.”
The strong man scoffed. “You’re so noble, fat man.”
“I may be fat, but I got the brains you tart!”

The two men bickered as they left. Thora thought back to her family, how they sat around drinking ale and celebrating their bountiful harvest. The pirates came for them that night; ships rolling in under the cover of darkness. They raided their seaside village, killing half of the townsfolk and stealing most of their food supply. Thora was their only captive. The captain had explained how he would use her as an offering to an ageless beast known as the Kraken. Thora had no idea what was to come, but she knew there was no escape.

Her chains clanked as she unwrapped the food and sank her teeth into the gooey vittles. The bread was hard, but reasonably fresh. This was one of the many spoils they had taken from her village. She ate the dry loaf and washed it down with some warm water. Sated and groggy, she finally was able to rest for a while as the creaking galleon rocked her to sleep.

The opening door startled her awake. The two men grabbed her pale arms and brought her to the upper deck. The sun burned her eyes after three days in relative darkness. The grizzled, sunbaked man wore a wine stained blouse underneath a gray overcoat. A well-cared cutlass hung from his lopsided belt. He eyed her with a dangerous smile. His weathered skin was hidden beneath a shiny salt and pepper beard.

“Do you see that island over there?” He spoke in her native tongue as he pointed to a prominent chunk of land on the horizon. “The beast I wish to summon has been spotted near these lands.” He walked slowly and proudly as he spoke. “We took from the village on the largest island and that is where I heard of the offering. Every ten years they offer a maiden to the monster from the deep in exchange for its protection.”

“An exotic virgin from the colder North will surely entice this monster to protect my ship.” He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. “My name will live forever with a Kraken at my command.”

He allowed her to sit topside as they approached the vibrant tropical island. They dropped anchor and embarked on a rickety rowboat. The two men bickered once more as their boots sank into the wet sand. They pulled the boat onto shore and the captain led Thora down the coast. They came to a stone platform on the water’s edge, noticing an indigenous boy watching from the tree line.

“They won’t bother us since we’re offering to their god. Strip her and bind her over there.”
The two lackeys did as commanded, ripping away her clothes and leaving her alabaster skin exposed. They spun her around and sat her down on the stone pedestal, leaning against a massive stone in the center. They lifted the large rounded stone just enough to put her manacle chain underneath. Grunting, the duo dropped it and rejoined their leader a few steps away.

“Are you sure this will work? She don’t look very appetizing.”
“Of course it will!”
“I heard a lady’s juices will excite things, maybe we should get her goin’.”
The captain, Hernan, studied her for a moment. He walked closer and knelt in the water before her. He easily spread her legs and put out his tongue to explore her crimson bush. “You taste pretty nice down there – sweet like a strawberry!” He put his head back down and prodded her with his tongue. She fought, trying to repel the disgusting man, but she had never felt such sensations before. Small waves splashed against them as he continued. Soon the anger passed and she moaned as he pleased her.

Hernan got to his feet, leaving her wanting more of the amazing feeling. A wave rolled up upon her legs. The muscled man stared as the others passed. “That should bring it around. Too bad we can’t fuck her.” He stared longingly. The captain stopped and drew his cutlass. Without a word, he turned and rended the man’s chest. The lackey gripped the wound, stumbling away and falling upon his back in the sand.
“I do not care what you want. You are a simpleton and I am finished coddling you.” Hernan lifted his blade to strike again, but the bleeding man’s pitiful attempt to guard himself with his arms stopped him. “Perhaps the beast will feast on you as well.” The larger lackey’s eyes were wide with bewilderment. “Are you going to cause me a problem too?” Tom shook his head quickly. “Good, let’s get back to the ship.”

Waves splashed higher, cleaning away the stickiness between her legs. The wounded man gasped and grunted as he writhed in the sand a few yards away. The rowboat carrying two cast out, heading back to the ship. Thora watched her reflection in the surf. Her bright red hair and her grayish eyes had always turned heads. Her freckled shoulders prickled with the cold as she waited for her fate. She wondered if anything would come or if she would freeze to death out here. She felt the spray of cold salty water on her low hanging breasts. Her nipples hardened as she tried to recall thoughts of her family.

A deep sound roused her from her reflection. Another, louder low-pitched sound came. A shadow moved beneath the Spanish galleon – something enormous. She jumped as she watched a huge tentacle erupt from the water, rising well above the mighty ship. It hung in the air for a few moments before it fell back lifelessly, directly striking the middle of the ship. The masts splintered and snapped, collapsing as the giant gray feeler ripped through the body of the boat. Screams echoed across the water as another arm sprang up in a spray of brine, hitting the broken ship with another strike. Wood blasted horizontally, covering a vast area in remnants of the once mighty vessel. Few survivors clung to flotsam as the monster left them to their fate.

The men in the rowboat paddled frantically, attempting to return to land. The water below them quaked as a tentacle launched them high into the air. Both men flailed and howled as they fell down from a ridiculous height, disappearing into the waves. The wounded man called weakly for his former friend. Upon striking the water, however, the hurt man put his head back, closing his eyes as lay silently.

Thora clenched her eyes as she waited for the monster to come for her. Screams were intermittent now, as most of the pirates had been pulled under. She opened her eyes as she heard something. She saw a tentacle lifted high into the air, blocking her view of the afternoon sun. She howled as it fell, shaking the ground as it crushed the man who had fallen nearby. Sand sprayed in all directions, raining upon her as she turned away. The mighty feeler stayed in place as another shot from the water, landing on her other side. Once the sandy spray dissipated, she saw the monster’s body slide toward her from beneath the waves and she tried desperately to free herself, but the rock held firmly.

The Kraken pulled itself closer and out of the water, extending a smaller, slimy tube outward as it moved closer. Thora bucked and screamed as the long, arm-sized protrusion bounced against her closed legs. Suddenly the beast let out a low growl as it hit her legs with the soft extremity. She shook as it moved the cold, slimy limb between her legs, forcing them apart as it put the tip into her loins. Thora lost her breath as the beast penetrated her.

The translucent shaft widened and she watched countless black orbs sliding toward her. She felt small, squishy balls press into her opening. She scooted back, but the monster’s shaft was stuck in place, continuing to fill her with its eggs. Her belly raised as the orbs forced their way inside. She whimpered and squirmed as her belly filled. The experience didn’t hurt, it just seemed uncomfortable.

She thought back to the man’s tongue tracing her lower region. She felt the discomfort lessen and she grew warm. Her stomach had doubled, growing as large as her mother’s belly just before she had her sister. She moaned as she felt the unusual feeling rising in her body once again. With her arms still trapped, she leaned back and lifted her legs, allowing the monster to slide slightly deeper. The flow of eggs increased and she trembled with excitement, laughing as she felt an indescribable feeling wash over her entire body.

She opened her eyes to see her belly was high enough to block her view of the shaft. She leaned to the side and saw a very thick clump of eggs sliding toward her. She shook, trying desperately to avoid the unwelcome objects. A strong pressure moved between her legs, which built and built. Soon it felt unbearable, and after a wrenching pain, it finally slid past. A huge blob of eggs popped inside, causing her to let out a loud, anguished gasp. She felt the beast withdraw, slipping the slimy proboscis from her sore opening. She watched as the enormous feelers slid back into the water, moving a large amount of the white sand along with them. The greenish-blue water was hazy as the beast slipped under the surf and vanished with one quick, deep howl.

Grunting, using all of her might, she was unable to push the eggs free. Her stomach towered above her; it was larger than she thought possible. An eerie silence fell across the area. The sounds of the rolling waves were relaxing after such a horrifying display. The wooden debris thumped occasionally, and she could see bodies bobbing in the distant water. She felt tired and weak as she tried and failed again to release the objects. Her eyes drifted shut and she slipped into darkness.
 
She awoke to the sound of many men grunting behind her. She felt her arm bindings move and she instinctually pulled, finally free from beneath the boulder. She turned to see five sun-kissed young men standing around the rock, pleased at their strength. One of the chains links was bent, allowing them to disconnect it. The broken manacles remained, but now she could move her arms independently. The men spoke in a foreign tongue, but one knew a few words.

“Special.” He pointed to her and then to her belly.
Thora groaned painfully. “Help me.”
The man handed her a clay mug filled with fresh water. “Drink.”

Thora was incredibly thirsty as she gulped it down in four swigs. She wasn’t sure what would happen now. Every chance of leaving the island was gone, but at least she was alive. She felt a tinge of pain and wondered how long that would last.

“Return.” The man smiled, nodding quickly. “Soon.” A few men on the outer ring started back toward the trees.
“I don’t… j-just help me get this out!” She pleaded.
“Stay here.” The remaining men turned, leaving her alone again on the stone pedestal. Thora tried to move, but the sheer weight and size of her belly made it impossible. After a long struggle, she rolled to her side and fell back asleep as the sun warmed her pale skin.

The sun was setting when she awoke. She spied a group of natives approaching, thirty or forty young men, all completely naked. Clearly confused, the man who spoke a few words of Danish tried to help her understand. “Ritual.” He placed a hand on her outstretched stomach as the men encircled her.

“Please… no.” The shooting pain lessened into a constant ache, and she still felt immensely tired. She could see their stiff cocks and she was afraid of what would come next.
“Ritual and… and free.” The man struggled to construct the phrase.
“Free?” She groaned as she laid back. “I don’t have much of a say, do I?” She put her arms down and waited. “Be gentle.” Thora hoped they understood.

The men hoisted her into the sand and onto her hands and feet. They tilted her forward upon her belly, at an angle that kept her rump held high. Some men lined up while others stood to watch, all stroking themselves. The talkative man was at the front of the line. He offered his cock with a smile.

Thora pursed her lips and nodded before she opened wide and let him enter her mouth. The man moaned as he pressed in and out in a slow motion. Suddenly he gasped and pulled out, trotting around behind her. He pushed into her surprisingly resilient vagina and pumped only twice before he shot his load against the wall of eggs inside her.

Another man stepped up and she licked him in the same manner. This man, after a moment, stepped behind her casually and slipped his member into her ass. Thora reached back, rolling forward onto her shoulder, pressing her head against the cool sand. She complained, begging him to stop as she waved her arm wildly. The man pushed in with a loud groan of pleasure. He fucked her as another man stepped forward and pulled her shoulders, lifting her head back up to waist level. He stifled her complaints with his cock and the man behind followed her ass as it moved, continuing to pound her.

The man in her ass slowed and pushed in deeply before he withdrew and quickly stuck it in her pussy. He too shot his seed as deep as he could go with the eggs in place. The process continued for what seemed like an eternity. Some men went directly in the front while others stuck it in her tighter asshole first. Some couldn’t swap holes fast enough and shot it in her butt. Thora had no choice, accepting every man’s seed as they took turns using her. Some men finished in her more than once. She was surprised how little had come out as they continued. It was almost as if their seed was being absorbed by the eggs somehow.

The group of men continued into the night, illuminated by torch light. Thora closed her eyes and tried to think of a better time from back home. She would find orgasm from time to time, and try to cast her mind elsewhere when not feeling pleasure. She was sore all over when she noticed no one was using her mouth to dampen their organ. She was elated to see men leaving and the men who stayed were no longer hard. The last man finished in her sore pussy and they rolled her over, putting her back upon the pedestal before they left, laughing and speaking in a foreign tongue.

Sleep found her easily after the relentless use of her body. The midmorning sun hurt her eyes when she awoke. Small waves rolled upon the shore, and it rolled against her gargantuan stomach as she sat against the stone. Her stomach seemed somehow bigger than the previous night and she felt movement inside. It was terrifying to watch bulges appear momentarily as the creatures inside tried to find a way out. This lasted for a long time until she felt overwhelming urgency to release.

A blast of water came from between her legs, relieving the pressure. She felt many small creatures wriggling as they moved lower in her midsection. She felt a cold slap as they hit her inner thighs. Numerous small creatures flopped in the sand until the wave came to pull them into the ocean. She started counting them to keep herself distracted from the strange sensation of being emptied. About fifty of them, she thought, all about the size of her fist, and all looked like tiny versions of the enormous monster from the previous day.

Some were very small, she noticed, and they stayed close to the shore while the others swam out of sight. Her stomach was nearly back to normal, but she could still feel a few inside her that weren’t moving. Before she could try to get them out, however, another wave hit and she saw a smaller creature between her legs. She was shocked as the baby kraken pushed her ass open and wriggled inside. She gasped as it snaked its way through her insides.

She tried to stand, but slipped on the wet stone, her cushy rump hitting the sand and her legs spread in front of her. The small creatures saw their opportunity and jostled for positon, slipping into her rump one by one. It happened quickly, and she tried to grab a few of the monsters, but they were slippery and all of them passed through her grasp. She gave up after a minute of frustration, and guessed about twenty of them had gone back inside by the end. It felt oddly pleasant, if she wanted to be honest.

Her offspring writhed in her ass, and she decided to accept the feeling by touching herself. Her belly hung low once again as she rolled onto her hands and knees. She rubbed her button as they shifted. She opened her eyes to see the Dutch-speaking tribesman approaching and she continued to pleasure herself as she looked into his eyes. She howled with delight as the man watched. She could see her skin pressing outward as the tiny creatures nestled inside her.

She lay on her side in the warm sand. It took a while before they settled and allowed her to think straight. “Why did they go back in?”
“Mother.” He pointed at her before pointing between her legs. “Not ready for sea.”
“So I keep them in me for another day then I’m free?”
He nodded. “Free until next time.” He smiled warmly.
“N-next time?”
He rubbed her belly with her cold, wet belly with his warm hand. “Many more times.”

A Woman’s Touch

Standard

She finally got a response from Jack saying he’d be back tomorrow night. Why wouldn’t he just let me know? She checked in and took a seat, waiting for her third appointment with the therapist. This isn’t helping at all! She keeps trying to dig deeper, but I can’t tell her my real concern is about a about the magical scepter that controls people. Ashley scoffed at the thought. Thanks to that, my dad might have gotten me pregnant and a scary guy said he’d be back to take it from us. He should be back already, but I’m glad he’s not. Jack should be worried about Jake’s blackmail tape, but they don’t seem to have a care in the world.

A few minutes passed before someone else came in. Ashley looked up, recognizing the voice as she greeted the secretary. Candice turned at the same time, her confusion turning to amusement in an instant. “We need to talk!” Candice led her into the hallway of the office building.
“What do you want? What are you even doing here?” Ashley asked in a loud whisper.

“Calm your tits. My mom works here. I assume you already know her.” Candice smiled, putting a hand on Ashley’s shoulder. “Anyway, I had something interesting happen a few days ago.” She leaned against the wall, pausing for effect. “Jake came to me, demanding that I destroy the copy of a disk that he gave me last week. He was adamant about it, so I showed him the broken CD. Well, being the crafty sort I am, it wasn’t the same CD. So, naturally, my interest was piqued and I just had to see what all the fuss was about! The things that Jack’s mother did on there… It was gold!” Candice gestured as she continued. “Now, my question is how they scared Jake so badly that he would want to destroy that? I’m thinking they did something really major and I want to know what it was before I even think of turning that back over.”

“Where is it now?”
“One copy is in there.” The confident, brown-eyed blonde wagged her finger. “But good luck finding it. The other is in a friend’s hands. Don’t worry, both of them don’t know what it is and the file is password protected.”
“What do you want for it?”
“Tell me what they did to Jake.”
“I don’t know!”
“Well, better find out soon or they’re going to see that video first hand when I upload it to a porn site!” The door opened before they could continue. The secretary said the psychiatrist was ready for Ashley now.
Candice laughed, pointing her to the door. “Hope it goes well, be honest with her!”

After the trip, Jack had let slip how he had acquired a few thousand dollars. “It was just the one time, Karen. The other times I just commanded the guys to think they had sex with her before paying. Everyone wins!”
“Jack, you can’t do that!” She slowed down, scolding him. “You let someone have sex with our mother for money, don’t you understand how awful that is? You even forced Dad to fuck some random girl. You have to see how horrible you are being.”

Karen had asked him to put the command rod out of their reach. He couldn’t help but glance at it, sitting upon his computer desk. “I was just trying to help them. I was trying to help us. If we get money this way then our parents don’t need jobs!”
“I understand you’re trying to help, but this isn’t the right way to go about it. There are better ways we could make money and not everything has to involve sex! We just got our parents back – you have to be more careful!”

He gave another glance to the command rod before conceding. “I-I know. You’re right, but I just… I’m nervous. We’re going to have two more children soon and I don’t know anything about babies.”
Karen gave a melancholy smile. “I’m nervous too, but there’s no going back now. We’ll figure this out, but you have to be more careful. These are people’s lives you-”

Their conversation stopped as they heard footsteps. A quick knock came before Ashley barged in. “I can’t believe you’d just up and leave without telling me!”
“Why would I tell you? We just took a few days away.” There was a tense silence. “Why did you try to command our parents not to have sex with us?”
Ashley was appalled by the question. “Because they’re your parents! Isn’t that reason enough?”
“Didn’t you say your dad was fucking you?”
She went quiet for a long while. “I didn’t say I wanted it.”
“She was just trying to help us, Jack.” Karen interjected. “She was doing what she thought was right, just like you were doing.”

Ashley obviously didn’t fully understand, but she was happy for the support. “I’m sorry I did that, but I need that command rod, Jack.” Ashley stood above the siblings. “I’m failing out of school.” She said sullenly. “You know, I think you’d be a little more worried about the guy blackmailing your Mom or maybe the guy that could come back anytime to take the command rod from you! No, instead you go on a fucking vacation!” She huffed.

“It will be fine!” Jack tried to calm her. “We already took care of Jake before we left.”
“Yeah, you commanded him to destroy the disk, didn’t you?” Ashley rolled her eyes. “Candice still has a copy and she’s threatening to post it online if I don’t tell her how you scared Jake.”

Jack and Karen exchanged a nervous glance.
“Let me worry about that. Just let me take it for a day.”
“Fine, take the command rod. We need to talk anyway.” Karen seemed very uplifted by that sentiment.
Ashley snatched the rod from the desk. “Thanks.”
“How about we don’t make any big decisions without approval from all of us?” Karen offered. “We could vote or something and then we wouldn’t upset each other.”
“Fine, but I still need this to fix my personal stuff, okay?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, okay. Just bring it back tomorrow night.”

Ashley finally had the command rod, but she didn’t exactly have a plan for it. She decided to deal with her father first. She found him in the kitchen reading the newspaper, taking a sip of coffee as she came down the stairs.

“Morning.” He spoke curtly, moving his reading material aside. “You were at the Olsen’s house again, weren’t you?”
“How did you-“
“Honey.” He tilted his head, beckoning her with his finger. “Come here.” Ashley stepped in front of him. He angrily unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them to her knees. “Turn around.”

He stood, walking her to the countertop. He leaned her forward and she tensed for the incoming slap on her backside. Nothing came and she turned to see him holding a flat wooden spoon. “I will make you listen to me young lady.”

“No, wait-“ Ashley bucked forward from the first strike. “Ow!”

He hit her again and again, increasing the force with each blow. She screamed in pain, trying to reach back and cover her tender rump, but he easily held her arms away. “Oh my god, it hurts so much! Please, please!” She whined, crying out as he continued. Her red ass rippling as he spanked her with the large wooden utensil. Finally he stopped, casting it onto the floor as she heard his belt buckle being undone. He dropped his pants and nudged his throbbing cock between her legs.

Ashley was still reeling from the pain as she felt him spit on her painfully parted ass. Her rosy cheeks hurt to the touch and he wasn’t kind when holding them apart. The ache distracted her, allowed him to move in all the way with little complaint. He moaned as he started moving, holding her hips, pulling her onto him. Her posterior pulsed with pain as he fucked her ass roughly.

“Dad… I can’t… It’s too much.” She wasn’t able to reach the command rod as he held her in place upon the countertop.
“Just a little longer.”
She cried. “Please! You’re hurting me!” I did this. I pushed him to give me more attention and he saw me as a lover and a daughter. He thinks this is acceptable punishment now. I mean, I kind of like it, but this is too far. She gasped as he rammed a little harder.
“Just a little…” He pressed in hard and she was relieved to feel him finishing in her butt. He pushed her ass flat, causing her ass to ache as he filled her. After a pause, he moved away, pulling his pants up. She turned, wiping the tears from her eyes before she also pulled up her shorts. She reached into the pocket and held the command rod.

“Dad, I want you to forget that we’ve been having sex. We can’t keep doing it, so you have to stop fucking me in the future too. And I want you to be confident that I’m going to fix my grades before school is over.”

His lost eyes snapped back to reality after a few seconds. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“I just stubbed my toe.” She sniffled, “I’ll be okay.”

At school, Ashley decided to tackle her grades next. Finals were still a few days out, and those would be the deciding factor. I need to pass those tests. I can’t go to Mrs. Moreno – Jack told me how she was immune to it, but I think she’ll be lenient since I’m going to therapy. She had already gone to two of her teachers and commanded them to show her the answers. The last teacher was Mrs. Sanderson. She’s a complete bitch. She thinks I brought all of my problems upon myself.

She found the busty young blonde woman alone in her classroom, taking time to organize her desk. “Yes, Ashley?” She sounds like my dad did this morning.
“Show me the answer key to Friday’s test.” The pretty, young teacher pushed her hair back as she opened a drawer and produced a blue folder. Ashley took a photo with her phone before handing it back. A sexy blonde with big boobs and a perfect ass; I wonder if Jack has done anything with her. “Have you had sex with Jack Olsen?” The woman shook her head.

Ashley shrugged and headed for the door and then a thought stopped her. “Remember everything you were commanded to forget. Did Jack have sex with you?” The attractive woman nodded. “Tell me about it.”

Mrs. Sanderson sighed. “He came in and wanted me to help his grades. I told him I was sorry for being so harsh on him, so I let him fuck me. He came in again and I let him suck on my tits for a little bit while I jerked him off. I’m glad he understands and isn’t upset.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding.”
“He was actually helping me. I’m starting to make too much milk now and it’s a pain to use those pumps all the time.”
“You-You’re pregnant?”
“Yep!” She spoke with surprising glee. “Found out five months ago. Actually, could you ask him to stop by again, they’re getting kind of full and I forgot my pump at home.”
“I can’t believe him!” She commanded her to forget the encounters once again. Ashley couldn’t help but stare at the girl’s large tits. You can’t blame him for wanting to have some fun; she’s married and no one will ever know. He probably commanded her to be nicer to him too. Ashley locked the door and lowered the blinds. She unfastened her shorts, walked around, and stripped her bottoms before sitting on the desk.

She sat the rod beside her, touching it as she spoke. “Let me suck on your tit for a little bit while you touch me.”

Mrs. Sanderson smiled more warmly than she had ever seen before. The woman removed her shirt and undid her thick bra. Ashley noticed the cups were damp and her nipples were hard. Five months pregnant and she only has a small baby bump. I would never have guessed! Ashley held one of the woman’s heavy breasts and sucked on the center. The milk was extremely sweet, and it took a while for Ashley to acclimate. After a few gulps, she didn’t mind the taste.

Her teacher reached down and slipped a finger into her student’s wet opening. Ashley moaned as she gulped down the thick creamy milk. Looking up, watching Mrs. Sanderson’s face as she pleasured her. The woman’s long neck craned down, her close-set hazel eyes watching as she stroked Ashley’s hair with her free hand. The woman’s smile was a rare sight, as she usually favored to scowl at her students. The teacher eased Ashley back, pushing the command rod and other objects on the desk to the side. “Suck it dry.” The older woman said with a moan.

Ashley laid back and took the woman’s tit back into her mouth, drinking vigorously. She was enjoying the taste now, wanting to get as much as she could from the expectant woman. Ashley lifted her hips as the finger in her pussy moved deeper. Her skin warmed and her breathing quickened. They were enjoying one another when the doorknob turned, causing Mrs. Sanderson to rise up and pull her breast from Ashley’s mouth with a loud pop. Milk ran down the horizontal girl’s cheek.

“Tabitha!” The man closed the door and fumbled with the lock until it made a click. I must not have turned it far enough, Ashley lamented.
“Wh-what are you doing here?”
He held up a brown paper bag. “I was going to stop by and drop off a muffin for you before your next class. What the hell are you doing?”
She looked down, beyond her exposed chest, to the girl sitting upon her elbows. Ashley closed her legs as he looked. She took the command rod, attempting to salvage the situation. “Fuck her like I’m not here and let me keep sucking on her.”

The man with a five-o-clock shadow and deep blue eyes sat the bag on her chair before he undid his jeans. “Get on the desk and let me do you before I go.”
Tabitha checked the clock before sighing and removing her tight jeans and panties, sliding them to the floor. Now nude, she crawled upon the desk and straddled Ashley, planting her milk-laden breasts upon her face. The man licked her pussy for a moment before he pulled her closer. Entwined, Ashley also slid to the edge of the desk. She put her legs up and around her teacher’s hips, pressing their bushes against one another.

Ashley continued drinking as the man guided himself into his wife’s damp slit. Tabitha moaned, hugging Ashley as she pushed back onto him. Ashley could feel the warmth and wetness from her teacher’s privates.

The man thrust hard, causing his wife to pull forward. “Not too hard, babe!”
“Sorry, it feels too good!”

The man calmed, pumping her softly, causing them both to sweat with pleasure. Ashley wrapped her arms around Mrs. Sanderson, being enveloped in the teasing pleasure of the motions and feeling the man’s balls tickling her privates. Ashley raised her hips with excitement as the man moved faster. She could tell he was about to orgasm, and with a milky tit still in her mouth, Ashley forced the woman above back onto her husband’s shaft. Tabitha bucked away, gasping. “Ow, babe!”

The frenzied man pulled back and slid into Ashley’s unprepared pussy. She hugged the curvy woman tightly, mashing her face into the girl’s large breast, feeling immense pleasure as she drank from her teacher. The man pulled back and drove back in as deep as possible before he blew his load. Ashley didn’t care, as she climaxed moments later, full of his cum. She moaned, muffled by the fleshy breast in her mouth. I can’t believe that just happened! I don’t even know the guy’s name!

He pulled out and buttoned his pants. “You really tightened up at the end!”
“Yeah! Be more careful!”
He smiled and slapped her ass. “Thanks for the quickie, see you later.” He went to the door. “I’ll lock it as I go so you can get dressed.”

He left and the woman slid off the desk. She allowed Ashley to continue drinking from her chest as she reached down and fingered herself to completion. The tit finally seemed to be empty and Ashley felt immensely full, but pleased that she drank it all. She got off the desk and grabbed her shorts, feeling the milk sloshing in her belly and the cum dripping from her pussy.

She turned to see the woman’s large chest was now lopsided. Tabitha looked down and then back at her with concern. “You can’t leave them like this.”
“Sorry, I am way too full. No one will notice.” She lied.
“Kids are going to notice that one of my tits is half the size!” She pleaded. “I have class in ten minutes!”
“Forget I was here and don’t worry about your boobs.” Ashley helped her clean her desk as she dressed.

Ashley unlocked the door gave another glance back to her teacher. The woman’s left breast was a little more than double the size of the right and it hung lower with the weight of the milk under her shirt. I am no better than Jack, but I guess I am fixing my problems. I just have to deal with the psychiatrist and her bitch of a daughter and I’ll be set. She thought about the warmth in between her legs. I was probably already pregnant, but I better be careful, anyway. She headed to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Stephanie had confirmed her fears. I’m fucking pregnant. She had discussed it with Henry and she was more than a little upset. My goddamned nephew drugged me or something and got me pregnant! I’m going to make him suffer. Who knows how many people he knocked up recently? She took a sick day from work and decided to pay him a visit. She waited outside their house until Jack and Karen went in the back door.

She walked angrily to the door. She was about to knock when she saw through the window that Hank was watching television. She reached down and found the door was unlocked. She eased it open and closed it quietly. No need to involve him until I have some concrete evidence; I bet Jack is drugging Betty too. She crept up the stairs and heard some movement in Jack’s room. Was that a grunt? She turned the doorknob and pushed his door open.

She was stunned to see Karen riding her brother with her back toward the doorway. She was bouncing heavily upon him, her pregnant belly driving her down onto his hips each time. “Can you fill me up just a little?”
“I’m about to, yeah.”
“No, I mean in the bathroom. Give me an enema. I haven’t done it in a long time.”
“Oh, sure.”

Stephanie hurriedly closed the door as Karen crawled off of the bed. Knowing she couldn’t make it downstairs in time, Steph ducked into the closest room. Of course, I choose the goddamned bathroom! She moved through the mostly dark room and hid behind the shower curtain. They were already closing the door when she remembered what they were planning to do. Fuck, I’m trapped. Maybe if I stay at the far end he won’t notice me. She stepped to the back of the bathtub, hoping he wouldn’t spot her.

The lights went on and there was a short silence before Karen gasped. Jack quietly moved closer and yanked the curtain aside, surprising his aunt. “What are you doing here?”
“I-I…” Steph stuttered, unable to speak.
Jack looked to his sister, both of them completely naked. “Do you think she wants… to fill up?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m leaving.” Steph stepped out of the shower.
“Wait, you came here for a reason. It’s fine, just fill up with us and no one has to know!” Karen reasoned.
“I… I should be going, what if Hank comes-“
“He knows we fuck after school. I go get him off later.” Karen smiled.
Jesus, I was right! They’re all influenced by him. “Jack, how are you able to make them do this?”
He looked to Karen with uncertainty. “I have something special.” He put a hand on his aunt’s chest, still aroused. Steph swatted it away. “I am not going to do this!”
Jack grinned, yanking on her blouse, sending buttons bouncing upon the floor. “Yes you are. I can call dad up here and tell him how you broke in to have sex with us.”
“You are the-“ She stopped abruptly, realizing how this looked. “You goddamned little shit!”

Jack grabbed her, sliding her shorts down as she struggled. She fought awkwardly with her naked nephew as he got her black shorts down to her knees. Meanwhile Karen was unscrewing the showerhead, bringing the hose over and lubricating the end. Steph squirmed, but Karen was able to push it between her clenched cheeks and into her bottom, turning the water on full blast.

A torrent of water and air erupted in her ass. Jack held her as she tried to reach for the hose. “Just take it and quit fighting us! This is really what you want, isn’t it, Steph?”
She gasped as she wrapped her arms around him squeezing him hard. “It’s too much!” Her belly vibrated as it filled between them.
“You can take it. I’ll turn it down in just a minute.” Karen said behind her.
“I can’t! I can’t! No…” Her complaints trailed off as she whimpered. She pulled away from Jack and lunged to the side in an attempt to get away from the blast. The bathmat beneath her slid, causing her to land on her hands and knees with the hose still lodged deep in her asshole. “Karen… you have to… Don’t listen to him. Stop this!”

Karen watched the inflating woman groveling. She reached back and moved the handle down, slowing the blast. “Remember that time I spilled fruit punch on your couch when I was seven? You made me scrub at that red blotch for fifteen minutes. I remember you also didn’t let me eat dinner that night too.” Karen jammed the handle upward again as she spoke calmly. “This is payback.”

Jack laughed as he rubbed Steph’s back. “Don’t mess with her!” He reached below to rub her hanging belly. “You can take a little more, I’m sure.”

Stephanie couldn’t make any coherent words. Her mind felt hazy as she tried to stay upright. She looked down to see her belly hanging nearly to the floor. I’m going to look like this soon and then I’m going to have his kid – my nephew’s kid. Why is this happening to me? After about thirty seconds, Karen stopped the flow of water and gently removed the hose. Steph swayed before tipping over slowly, lying on her side with her massive belly resting upon the tile. I look eight months pregnant.
 
“My turn.” Karen put her leg up on the edge of the bathtub and inserted the hose. She clenched her teeth as she fed it in and then pushed the water on halfway. “Okay, come here and fuck me quick, Jack.” Steph was nearly delirious as she watched the siblings embrace. Jack’s hand pressed the handle to max after he made it inside.

Karen yelped as she leaned forward with her leg still raised. Jack pressed up at an angle, accommodating her already huge stomach. “You’re so tight!” He pounded her hard, both keeping their balance with no small effort. “I’m gonna.”
“Me too, don’t stop!” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and matched his motions. Jack finished first and she followed within moments. Both of them breathed heavily as they weakened and relaxed. Karen launched a hand out to stop the water. She moaned as she detached the hose and bent forward, recovering. “We should help her up.”

Steph was lying in a delirium as the pregnant girl and her brother grabbed her arms and her shoulders, struggling to lift her. Steph was tall and normally slim, but she had taken a lot of air and water. Her whole body cramped as the mixture moved around inside. However, her wet pussy showed that she did like this on some level. After two more tries, they finally got her upright.

“Oh, oh, get me to the…” She waddled to the toilet and plopped down, releasing a fountain instantly.
“I guess I’m glad she held it in for that long.” He looked to his sister. “How about you; can you make it downstairs?”
“Yeah, I can hold it in.” She closed her eyes as she held her belly. “I bet dad will want to take a turn with me on my way, though. At least he’s usually pretty quick.”

MOBA 3 – Janna

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Janna, the delicate, wispy embodiment of the wind hovered at the edge of the battle. Wearing sparse, brilliant-white clothing, the woman raised her staff to direct her air elemental to attack. The spectral bird darted toward her opponent, but missed as the enemy vanished, reappearing a few steps ahead.

The girl wearing a bright orange jumpsuit had been masterfully dodging most of her attacks. But, she also had difficulty striking Janna at this distance with her close-ranged pulse pistols. Janna moved with slow confidence as the lengthy white fabric danced around her beautiful cream-colored legs. Tracer decided to advance, darting around the mage as she emptied both of her weapons. Janna released a blast of wind all around her, knocking Tracer aside with ease before finally landing a few hits on the stunned girl.

Tracer recalled before the third blast hit her and they resumed their exchange at a distance once again. Tracer’s suit was tighter after the strikes, but she was still very mobile and both could turn the battle with a few well-placed strikes.

Nearby, Zyra and The Death Prophet fought for superiority as the tide of minions pushed either direction. Zyra was a tall, slender woman with pointed features and a hard green carapace covering a good portion of her body. Her red eyes tracked the ghostly woman as she continued picking off the nameless rabble ahead.

Krobelus watched her as well, summoning a wave of bats to attack the opposing minions. The woman’s empty eyes showed mild delight as her opponent slew the remaining men and headed straight for her. The Death Prophet’s phantasmal hair and tattered dress fluttered in an otherworldly wind as she hovered ahead, using her large green claws to direct a silencing spell at the foolish plant. Zyra was clearly unprepared as The Death Prophet magically pulled at the woman’s spirit.

“I was uncertain if you would have a spirit.” Krobelus laughed. “Maybe you don’t! It doesn’t seem to be draining you, I see.”

Zyra’s hips and legs grew thicker, parting the thick covering and revealing more of her soft green human-like skin. Before she could counterattack, the ghostly woman quickly moved in to join the other two women fighting, knowing that the scorned plant woman would follow. Tracer dodged the newcomer’s blast, but this allowed Janna to send a spike of air through the girl’s clothing. Her belly puffed out as she recovered and reappeared elsewhere.

“Two on one?” Tracer smirked. “Piece of cake!” Tracer did two quick teleports to plant a pulse bomb onto the unprepared spectral woman. Death’s Prophet let out a shrill scream as it went off. It made her tight, already torn dress blast away, exposing her ghostly green body beneath. Her breasts and belly grew, making her look like a normal, albeit translucent, pregnant woman.

The edge of the blast also hit the air elemental. Janna’s smooth belly puffed out making her look a few month’s expectant. Zyra caught up as they recovered, unleashing her ultimate ability. A swarm of vines erupted from the ground and snaked their way around the three fighter’s legs, ripping away Janna’s bottoms and a section of Tracer’s suit. The slimy vines slipped between their legs and pushed into their lower openings.

For the spectral woman, the vines grasped her arms and moved up her chest, sliding between her larger breasts and coming back down into her mouth. The woman’s eerie, mostly see-through skin allowed a view of the vines as they moved into her belly and began blasting a white goo inside her. The other girls gasped and fought as they too felt the eruption between their legs. All three of their bellies grew as the seed filled them.

Janna gave a pleading look to her teammate. Zyra shrugged. “Just some friendly fire!” Jenna used a free hand to squeeze one of the vines, causing a bulge to form as she held the flow in place. The slippery vine shook as it grew larger and after a few moments, it pushed her hand apart and forced the blocked fluid inside her. Janna let out a sad whimper as the foreign fluid moved into her womb.

They continued growing as the announcer’s voice called. “Summoning beacon activated!” Zyra searched the area, but saw no disturbance. She turned back, enjoying her dominance of the three women in front of her.

Elsewhere, the blonde assassin, Nova, waited for her summoned companion. After an agreement was reached, Chromie used her ability to freeze time. The bronze dragon, in the guise of a gnome, nodded in approval before disappearing back into the endless stream of time. The ghost operative holstered her rifle and ran out to the frozen battle nearby. She yanked the vines free from Tracer, Janna, and even from Death’s Prophet.

She lugged them over to the frozen plant girl with the ample backside and set to plugging them into her: one in her mouth, two in her pussy, and two in her ass. It took a fair amount of effort and some force, but they all fit eventually.

Checking her timer, she decided to use her last minute to turn the tide of the battle. “Got to even the odds.” She pushed a pulse grenade with a long fuse down Krobelus’ still gaping throat and another into Tracer’s open ass. “I don’t care how helpful you are, you’re too unpredictable for me.” Nova ran a short distance and cloaked just before her timer read zero.

Time resumed and within an instant the plant woman who had been causing them all grief now was overwhelmed by her own weapon. The vines still held them, forcing them to watch as it filled it’s maker with a massive amount of seed. Janna grabbed her sore privates as she watched.

Tracer and The Deaths Prophet exchanged horrified looks as they realized there were foreign objects inside them. The Death Prophet shook her stretched midsection, seeing the flashing grenade sitting in her ghostly, cum-filled stomach. Both grenades exploded, causing her, and Tracer, to curl forward as their bellies blasted outward.

Zyra let out muffled screams as her vines poured a ridiculous amount of their seed into her. With her own attack turned against her, her stomach swelled and sagged, moving down and past her knees and soon rested upon the ground. The vines withdrew and snaked back into the ground as she was forced to fall forward upon the fleshy, cum-filled abdomen.

The three pained women joined together in attacking the nearly immobile Zyra, making sure she would not cause any further trouble. The plant woman’s carapace cracked and fell, revealing her swelling female form. Her wide hips and thick legs were lifted as she tilted forward upon her massive belly. The women finally stopped once the announcer called the defeat. Zyra was leaning forward cursing, as she was unable to reach the ground, mostly filled with her own plant’s pollen.

The remaining trio drew back and prepared for another exchange. Janna sent a few blasts at Tracer, watching the slender girl with a potbelly jump place to place as she returned fire. Janna put up a magical barrier as she directed her wind elemental companion to strike the woman in the skintight flight suit. Tracer tumbled backward into some bramble.

In haste, she used her recall ability, jumping back to the exact spot she had stood three seconds prior. She was visibly confused, as her belly still remained, dominating her otherwise slight frame. “Guess I got a full figure now!” Her bright yellow flight suit had large, gaping holes torn throughout. She looked over her shoulder to see her exposed, tight butt. “I thought it seemed a bit breezy!”

The Death Prophet lifted her arms and sent a wave of ghostly green specters charging toward the distracted British girl. They wailed as they swirled around her, pushing her from side to side as they encircled her. Then, one slipped lower and moved her legs apart. Then another went low and shot up, disappearing into her crotch. Another and another – countless forms moved into the poor girl. Her frame grew wider, arms and legs thickened, and her breasts and butt swelled. Her stomach rounded more naturally before it also pushed outward, ripping her suit up the middle.

Krobelus let out a horrifying cackle as she watched the girl expanding at an amazing speed. “You will hold these souls eternally. They will be part of your suffering.”

Janna knew she should strike now. She created a small tornado as she floated away. It grew for a few seconds before it wound a path toward the ghostly woman. Krobelus flew aside, getting hit with only the edge of the gale. Her oddly entrancing breasts grew larger upon the ballooned belly. Her slim hips led to a tight butt that shifted as she floated. Below that, eerie green legs were raised just above the dirt.

Tracer was on her back now, flailing like a flipped turtle, swiping at the air helplessly as the last few souls invaded her body. “I could use some help over here!” The glowing device upon her chest was all that remained of her clothes and it was digging into her soft flesh as the straps stretched. She had grown to nearly five times her original size, looking nearly unidentifiable as she puffed up. Her pliable, youthful skin wobbled enjoyably as she struggled against the ethereal invaders.

A blast of fire came down from above and struck everyone in the area. This was enough to pop the machine on Tracer’s chest off, launching it onto the ground. The young, fleshy blob that once was Lena Oxton, cried out as she disappeared. The remaining couple of souls that hadn’t found a home in the woman vanished as well.

The announcement came. “Tracer will be jumping through time for a while before we can find her, but we can safely say she’s out!”

The standoff resumed after a few moments. Janna raised her arms and closed her eyes as storm clouds gathered in the sky above. The massive thunderheads rolled in with unnatural speed, flashing with lightning. “You shall be exposed to the full force of the winds.” The blast of air launched The Death Prophet backward.

In quick retort, the specter silenced Janna and started to cast another spell, but a surprise attack by a rotund redhead stopped her. Katarina slashed frantically, slowed by her added girth. The Death Prophet turned and sent a swarm of bats upon the girl, who in turn launched a flurry of daggers. Both swelled as Janna observed. The nude women were very curvy and Janna decided to intervene. She charged another howling gale and sent it for the grouped fighters.

The air pushed them apart and they both turned in time to see Janna moving her arms to manipulate the wind further. The clouds above snaked down with two separate prongs, moving between the stunned ladies legs and pushing inside. Katarina and The Death Prophet had used all of their mana and could do nothing as the forced wind began puffing them up like beach balls.

Krobelus’ green skin grew lighter as it stretched. Her cold eyes watching calmly as her body accepted the gusts of wind. Every few seconds she puffed out more and more, her stomach expanded outward a few feet and then her extremities swelled. Her midsection moved outward, enveloping her arms in legs and making her look round. Eventually she was nearly spherical; her breasts and backside, however, were still distinguishable, slightly raised from her round body. Her puffed face, clawed hands, and small feet were all that remained as she rolled backwards.

Katarina’s expansion went differently. Her already expanded frame took the blasts of wind in her arms and legs first, making them thicken and pull outward, locking her into a spread eagle stance. Her butt and breasts swelled into two squished spheres, and her belly rounded and went out even more. Her light frame shifted as the tempest lulled. She was precariously balanced, and Janna relished in her next act. She directed her magical bird to hit the redhead, launching her onto her back, causing her to bounce a few times before she settled.

Janna launched another couple of quick blasts into the taut rogue’s exposed privates, causing Katarina to grunt angrily. “Be tranquil my friend.”
“I saved you!” Katarina said with uncharacteristic bewilderment.
“Eventually it would come down to a battle between us. I simply expedited the process.”
“I should have ended you when I had the chance!”
“I will leave you… breathless.” Janna smiled as she launched a few more blasts, hitting the mark yet again.
The tightly inflated woman laughed deeply after her groans of pain. “You idiot, you got us all taken out!”

Janna turned to see what she meant. “What can I say? I do have the best equipment.” The Terran ghost held her rifle steadily as Janna froze with shock, knowing most of her abilities needed some time before she could use them again. “What’s wrong, did I catch you at a bad time?” The blonde’s ponytail whipped as she cocked her head with a mocking smirk.

Nova pulled the trigger, hitting Janna in the chest with a pinning shot, slowing her long enough use a sniper shot. Janna’s chest swelled, expanding quickly and throwing the slim girl with the large belly forward. Janna hit the ground, rolling onto her side. Her now heft breasts and belly kept her grounded. Nova called down a precision strike and watched as a beam of light parted the remaining clouds to strike the struggling fighter.

The blast caused Janna’s breasts and belly to roll outward upon the ground with unnatural weight, making certain that she would be unable to stand again. Nova walked closer, planting a foot upon the girl’s belly, which was nearly the same size as the owner. “Light’s out.” She shot her rifle from her hip to hit Janna, then she turned to shoot Katarina, and then a final shot in The Death Prophet.

“Janna, Katarina, and Krobelus are all out of the match!” The announcer said with glee as he called their names. Nova giggled as she cloaked and relocated. “Piece of cake.”

Acting Like a Child

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Two months had gone by since she moved in with her friend. Out of high school for less than a week and she already found it difficult adjusting to independent living, but being an adult meant venturing out into the world. She hoped to find a boyfriend to support her soon, but she didn’t have time for the short-term, sex-based relationships of her peers. Elise knew she was not gorgeous by any stretch. Her freckled face was dainty, saved only by her big blue eyes. Her breasts and backside were modest, but she did have a pleasingly small waistline on her pear shaped body. She didn’t want to admit it, but her insecurities played a big factor in her lack of relationship.

She stepped out to gather the mail and noticed their reclusive neighbor had left the side door on his garage open. She didn’t know much about him, but she caught him watching them on occasion. I know that creepy guy called the cops on us last week. He’s just jealous because we can have fun parties while he’s sitting on the sidelines. She watched the garage, but saw no movement through the windows. After a few minutes of staring, she decided to investigate. Still in her pajamas, she walked the short distance to the door and cautiously crept inside. Daylight allowed her to see numerous shelves around the edge and a well-maintained muscle car from a few decades past sat in the center. The man was nowhere in sight.

She checked the windows on the house and again saw nobody. He probably just forgot. She was about to leave when she noticed a thick bundle of twenty dollar bills tucked under a bottle of oil. Why would you keep money out here? She searched for any movement once again before she tugged it free. You shouldn’t leave your money in such an obvious place, asshole.

She glanced up just in time to see the tall, flimsy metal shelf tipping forward. It made a loud crash as the various small items bounced upon the car. She was horrified to see the windshield had a large crack in the center. In a panic, she ran outside to see the backdoor of the house opening.

The man with peppered black and white hair and a beaked nose gave a confused look. “What were you doing in there?”
“I… uh, I noticed the door was open so I was just checking.” She tried to sell the lie. “Someone broke in and I was coming to get you!”
The tall, slender man said nothing as he marched to the door and angrily inspected the damage. He turned and looked as if he might ask something before he pulled the Elise’s pants down just enough to cause the bundle of cash to plop into the grass. “Care to explain that, little girl?”

Elise fumbled for words and then burst into tears, apologizing profusely.
“It will cost me thousands!” He wagged his finger. “I am going to call the police and you are going to pay back every last dime!” He snatched the bundle of money from the grass.
“Please!” She grabbed his sleeve. “I’ll repay everything, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t call the police.”
He glared at the teary-eyed girl, grabbing her wrist and leading her inside. He sat her upon an aged couch as he spoke down to her. “I am going to punish you, little girl, and if you do not do exactly as I say then I am going to involve the police, do you understand?”
“Y…yes.”
“Remove your clothes.”
“Wha-No!”
“I am going to teach you a lesson, do as I say!” He placed the money on an end table.
“Go to hell! I’m not going to let you rape me!” She tensed defensively.
“I am not going to rape you, that is not what this is about. Remove your clothes – last chance!”

Elise thought about her predicament. He can’t prove I did that, can he? Her mind was clouded by what ifs. She knew she should take off running, but she realized it was her word against his. He would look like an animal if a naked eighteen-year-old girl came running from his house screaming. She glanced at the bundle of money, committing to the plan as she stood, slipping her t-shirt and fleece pants off. She hesitated before removing her panties, leaving them in a bunch by her ankles.

“Happy, sicko?” She covered herself as his eyes moved down her body. She glanced to the exit, waiting for the best time to bolt. I’ll toss the cash before I scream and I’ll come back to get it later. No one will question it.
“Come on, let’s go.” The man turned and moved into an open door down the hallway. Doesn’t he know how fast I could get out? “Go ahead and run if you want, it will only make things worse for you.” The man spoke from a distance, answering her unspoken question.

She walked nervously down the hall and saw the man standing in the bathroom, filling a small black bucket in the tub. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said, I’m going to punish you.” He turned off the water and took a large plastic syringe from the counter. “Have you ever had an enema before?”

She thought back to the time she found her family’s enema bag tucked away beneath the sink. Too afraid to ask about it, she read a little about it online before trying it herself. It felt very strange, but I kind of enjoyed it by the end. She was embarrassed at the time, and after cleaning and stowing it back in its place, she decided to never try it again. “Once.” She answered sheepishly.

“You caused thousands of dollars of damage, tried to steal from me, and worst of all, you lied about it. I’m going to give you an enema, understand?”
I guess its okay. Give the creep what he wants and this will all be a weird memory soon. She didn’t admit it, but she was getting aroused by the thought. I’m a damned sicko just like him, but I’ve gone this far, what’s a little more? Elise nodded as she walked closer, and from his instruction, she bent down. He rubbed the wet tip of the full syringe in between her cheeks until he felt the opening. He pressed it in and Elise let out a grunt.

She braced her hands upon her legs as the water pushed inside steadily. The tip pulled out, and shortly after that, another dose came. Her body easily accepting the warm water as it finished, and after another short pause, a third dose started. She stood halfway as it became uncomfortable. She moaned as the liquid pushed painfully into her bowels. Putting a hand on her belly, she could hear it grumbling as the man prepared another shot.

Elise turned back to see the water wasn’t even halfway gone. The man put the tip in her ass and had to push much harder this time. “I can’t take any mooooore!” He interrupted her complaint with a forceful thrust, getting it all in before removing the syringe. She shot upright, bouncing with pain. Elise used short, quick breaths to calm herself as she waited for another. She whined with the fifth dose, trying desperately to convince him to stop.

“You are in a lot of trouble young lady. You have to take more before I can start to forgive you.” The man pushed in on the plunger and allowed the water to push it back out for a moment before he forced it back in. Once empty, he drew more and let out a small laugh at her agony. “Having trouble, my dear?”

“Yes! It hurts! Stop this right now!”

The man sat the full syringe in the bucket and brought out a box from the closet beside the sink. He pulled out a pair of oddly shaped pink gloves. He grabbed her wrist and slipped one on her hand. Surprised and in pain, she didn’t even try to stop him as he fastened it and placed a small lock upon the strap. She tried to pull free as he gloved her second hand. He casually pushed her stomach, causing her to buckle forward submissively and allow him to finish. After recovering, she held up her gloved hands and gave him a questioning look. The round mittens would make it nearly impossible to use her hands to grab or hold anything. What the fuck did I let him do?

The man circled behind her and bent her forward. “I know you can hold much more, little girl. You have to endure the punishment.” He brought the syringe to her ass and gave her another forced dose. Her belly grumbled and she was fighting to keep the liquid in as he removed the tip. Why am I letting him do this to me? She looked back to the stern older man. Ugh, maybe he’s almost done. I guess this is better than paying him for damages. She fought through three more agonizing shots before she let some leak out. Furious, the man slapped her ass, causing her to tense and stumble forward.

“You need to hold it in! You’re almost done, don’t make this worse!”
“I can’t, it’s too much! Please, let me go to the bathroom.”
“I will not allow you to give up so quickly.” The man rifled through the box and brought out a tangle of nylon straps and a bulbous black butt plug.
“You can’t be serious?!” She decided to make a break for it. She walked quickly, clenching as she moved down the hall to the front door. The man walked behind her, laughing. She fumbled with the round door handle as he watched from beside her.

“Lick this.” He held out the plug as he tugged her long, wild raven hair. She shook her head, but eventually opened her mouth to accept the toy. He swirled it around before bringing it behind her and popping it in between her squeezed cheeks. She gasped as it moved inside and the man set to affixing the harness around her hips. She hoped he hadn’t noticed how wet she had become.

Setting his jaw, the man glared. “Is that easier for you?”
“Just let me go, I won’t say a word, I promise!”
“I can’t trust you anymore.” He reached down and easily scooped Elise off her feet. “We are going to finish now.” The surprisingly strong man carried her to the bathroom as her belly roiled. He sat her upon the closed toilet, causing the plug to move painfully. The man emptied the bucket and cleaned the syringe as she watched, unable to relieve herself.

“I tried to let you have the easy way out.” He sat the syringe on a towel to dry before taking something else from the box. He brought out a bright red enema bag and a long rubber tube, both reminding her of the one she used long ago. The only difference was the nozzle looked shorter and stubby. Oh no. The man filled the bag and stood her up. “Now you have to take more because you couldn’t control yourself.”

He brought the hose behind her and she heard a snapping noise as he locked it into place upon the plug. He held the bag beside his head as he released the stopper clip. She hopped around, trying to evade the flow as the man observed.

“Stop this! Seriously, stop this now!”
“Looks like you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on. How shameful!”

She looked down to see her pussy was glistening. She reached down but the big puffy gloves only teased her more. She pressed harder and it seemed to lessen the pain coming from behind and in her belly. If only I could touch myself for a few seconds…

The man pointed as he hung the bag from the shower curtain rod. “No, no, this is punishment.” He moved her arms aside and embraced her in a hug.
She put her head against his chest and squeezed him without much thought. “Please, I have to empty out.” She spoke despondently. “I’ve learned my lesson.” She could feel the bulge between his legs upon her belly. She craned her neck to look into his eyes as they stood together. “Just let me empty and I’ll do whatever you want.” She made her intentions clear.

The man stepped back, pinching the hanging bag to force more water through. “You try to tempt me to get out of your punishment?” She cringed as he pushed lower on the nearly empty bag. “You’re a tough cookie, but I will make you learn.”

He swatted her hands to her sides every time she attempted to touch herself. It became very frustrating as she stood there, waiting as the water flowed slow and painfully into her growing belly. Her reasonably smooth stomach had puffed outward, sagging with the large quantity of water she now held. She looked as if she was in the middle of pregnancy once the bottle had emptied. The man took it down and she was visibly suffering as the man cleaned the hose and sat it next to the syringe.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?”
“Please, just take this off and let me go!” Her belly shaking as she stepped side to side. “I need to go now!”
“Oh, I still don’t trust you. You are keeping that in for the last part too.”
“L-last part?”
“You have to hold the enema too, my dear.”
“You have to be fucking kidding!” She slapped her rounded gloves upon the harness in a futile attempt to get free.

The man spanked her hard, stopping her struggle. “Do not swear!” He pulled a package from the closet and took out a disposable adult diaper. Elise shook her head wordlessly as the man lead her into the bedroom. He sat her upon the unusually clean sheets and leaned her backward. She complained and lazily fought, but he easily kept her in line. “My stomach hurts so bad! I can’t-”

“If you want to act like a child then I’m going to treat you like one.” He lifted her legs and put the diaper around her hips, attaching the Velcro straps as he watched her writhe in pain. “I’m going to let you sit in here and think about what you’ve done.”

“No, no, please-“ The door closed as she called out. She rolled onto her side, rising awkwardly. She pressed her hands down upon the diaper, but the padding in both made it impossible to touch herself. How the fuck did I get into this? I have to find a way out!

She fumbled with the doorknob and the window to no avail. She tried to find something sharp to cut through the mittens, but again, she found nothing. She banged on the door, yelling for a long time before the man returned. He brought something up to her mouth and wrapped it behind her head. He moved so fast, it took her a moment to realize it was a pacifier. The oversized pink pacifier was strapped in place, stopping her from making anything more than grunts.

Lifting her with far more difficulty than before, he brought her to the front room where a pastel rug had been laid out. On it, there were some wooden blocks with colorful letters and two oversized toy firetrucks. “You sit in here quietly for ten minutes and I’ll take that off, deal?” She grumbled pathetically as the man moved to the couch and flipped open the newspaper.

God, it hurts so much and I just want to cum! What the hell is wrong with me? I’m trapped with a fucking crazy old man and I’m only worried about cumming? He is treating me like a young kid in some twisted fantasy. Elise held up her hands before dropping them in defeat. My friend will find me eventually, but how can I explain this? They’ll believe me to a point, but I let him do this to me. I tried to steal from him and I ruined something he loved.

She sat contemplating her poor choices as she tried to withstand the waves of painful cramps. Her distended belly ached to release the unwelcome fluid, but she had to wait. Just let him win. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her thoughts roamed, wondering how much time had passed. She groaned lightly as she watched the oddly relaxed man reading the paper without care as she sat, inflated in the corner. I’m being punished for being a naughty girl. She tried to think of it from his warped perspective. He is trying to teach me and I keep trying to undermine it. She tensed as another cramp passed. Just let him win.

The man came over after what seemed like an eternity. He unfastened the strap around her head and sat the pacifier aside. “What have you learned, little girl?”
“I-I’m s-sorry I stole from you.”
“And?”
“And, I’m sorry I damaged… your car. And I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“Good. Do you want me to take that off now?”
“Yes!” She saw the bulge in his pants and she was still very aroused. “Can we, can you…” He unfastened the diaper, giving her a confused look. “Can you put it in?”
He sat up on his knees, pointing a finger.
“Please, daddy?”

The man’s eyes softened at the word. He sighed as he unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out. She reached out as he lowered himself onto her, hitting the mark on the first attempt. Elise gasped loudly as the man pushed his hips against hers. The pain in her stomach faded as orgasm built, and within seconds she found the climax she had been longing for since she had removed her clothes. The man, supporting most of his weight, pounded her. Her orgasm came and went, and then another came as the man finished inside her without warning. Her mind swirled as she enjoyed the sensation.

When she finally realized what he had done, she gave him a tired, stern glare. The man got to his knees as he unlocked her mittens. “I can’t have kids.” He assured her, reattaching the diaper straps and pulling the partially exposed harness upon her hips. The strap caused the whole thing to move free. She couldn’t begin to hold it in without the straps, and she made a very embarrassing spectacle as she stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom, filling her diaper as she moved.

It took a long time and most of her energy, but she had lasted through the punishment. She felt an odd sense of accomplishment for what she had gone through. The man helped her clean up and assured her that she was entirely in the clear. Finally in the shower, she contemplated what had happened. I took too much water, but I had the best orgasm of my entire life. She touched her tender pussy. It felt nice having him cum in me.

She thought back to the obvious bundle of money, the conveniently open door, the absence of the man until the crash. That asshole set me up! He wanted me to walk in there. She shrugged.

Mrs. Olsen

Standard

It had been about a week since the incident and it was difficult to focus during school. He knew he could use the rod to cheat his way through, but he wanted to play it safe. That woman died because of me. I’m not as hurt as I expected, but I still have to be careful for my own sake.

Joel tried not using the command rod for mundane things, but porn was nothing compared to the real thing. He had decided to try his luck with another teacher a few days ago. She wasn’t as gorgeous as Ms. Weigert, but he liked her personality and she was still attractive for being middle-aged. She lived on the edge of town, so that was a plus. He recalled the encounter as he sat on his bed, touching himself.

The bright, loving woman with coppery red hair and a fuller figure had welcomed him in. He had commanded her to lead him to the bedroom. Her husband and children were out and that gave him an hour to have his way with her. The woman slid her dress to the floor and removed her undergarments. Her breasts hung with a pleasing heft and her butt was bigger, but still formed, giving her a nice hourglass shape. She had a notable paunch, but her skin was well maintained, so it looked attractively tight. She looks kind of pregnant. I guess having three kids will leave a mark on you.

Mrs. Howell was a friendly person who loved dealing with her students. Joel decided he wanted to try someone nicer this time. Maybe I will care more if something happens to her. He removed his own clothes and eased her upon the bed. Nothing too weird this time. Ignoring her complaints, he thought about what to do with her. He could do anything he wanted to her with no repercussions. It feels amazing to have complete control over someone.

“I command you to let me do whatever I want to you.” He smirked as he crawled atop her.
“Please, don’t do this to me, I have kids.”
He stepped back and grabbed the rod before returning. “I command you to enjoy this and forget everything I did here when I leave.” He sat the rod on the edge of the bed, crawling into her now welcoming arms.

She spread herself to allow him inside. He nearly popped from the overwhelming sensation, but he stopped moving and tried to distract himself. Once settled, he shifted and started fucking her gently. Her face turned with delight. He continued with soft strokes, feeling himself growing tense, achieving more focus as he edged forward and found a slightly deeper part of her crevice. She drew a sharp breath and Joel could see she was getting close to orgasm.

The rod rolled against Joel’s leg, distracting him and pulling him from his near-climax. She was moments away when he stopped. “You can’t cum until I say so.” He nudged the rod onto the floor, unaware he had issued another command.

He put his legs together and lifted himself higher, dropping most of his weight behind his fleshy spear. It moved even deeper and the sensation was indescribable. Joel pumped her, seeing her face tense with excitement. He decided to prolong the experience, so he pulled out just before he finished.  Mrs. Howell opened her pleading eyes, looking so pitifully sad that Joel felt bad for a moment. She begged him to continue.

Moving back into place, Joel dropped back inside and continued to fuck his former teacher. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He couldn’t put as much weight into the thrusts, but her legs being higher excited him. She’s pretty limber for a mom. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and began moving with fast, short movements. He put a finger on her clit and watched her gasp with ecstasy. A few more strokes and Joel broke free from her grasp. Mrs. Howell balled her fists and hit her bed with uncharacteristic anger.
“You can’t keep stopping like that, Joel!” She grumbled. “You have to let me cum!”

Her messy hair and wild eyes made him realize how much she wanted that elusive orgasm. He went back in at a more reasonable angle, giving slow, soft strokes that slowly grew faster. Joel watched her face as he pounded her. She was completely lost in the moment and he loved it. He felt bad that he was about to deny her again. He pulled out and clambered up the bed, sticking his shaft into her mouth. She was caught by surprise when he shot streams of warm jizz down her throat. The teacher tried in vain to pull away, but her head was trapped against the bed by his legs. She squirmed and gagged as he continued blasting down her windpipe. Her face reddened as she struggled to breathe before Joel finally pulled back. She gasped and leaned onto her side, coughing wildly before she was able to compose herself.

He watched the older woman writhing in desire. She fidgeted and slid around the bed as her expressions twisted in torment. “Let me cum, Joel! I need it. Please, please let me finish!” She rubbed her breast and thrust her hips into the air. Joel didn’t understand why she was so horny at first until he stepped upon the rod. Then he pieced it together. He reached forward and blew gently upon her damp lower bush. The woman shrieked, nearly in tears from the sensation. “Please, please, PLEASE!”

He stepped back as he spoke. “Okay, you can cum now.”

By his word, the woman shook so violently that it was nearly comical. Her arms and legs waved as she slowly pulled them down, pressing her arms against her formed breasts. She cried out in delight, nearly screaming as she let the orgasm flow through her body. She quieted and let the aftershocks pass. She regained her senses and grinned with gratification.

He was just about to finish when he heard a knock on the door. Pulled back to reality, he scrambled to pull a blanket over his lap. His mother peeked past the doorway. “Ugh, that’s sick, Joel!” She turned her head. “Can you bring your sister down the block to the Olsen’s house?”
“Yeah, just let me finish.”
“Yuck. Just hurry up, we’re almost ready to go.”
She pulled the door closed and he thought about commanding his mom to help him with his needs. Nah, that would probably be bad. He thought back to Ms. Weigert’s full body before it popped and he finished within a minute. Man I’m sick. Nothing bad happened to Mrs. Howell, so maybe I can use this to sate my needs.

He cleaned up and walked his sister to their new babysitter’s house. He toyed with the command rod as he walked, hiding it in his jacket sleeve as they approached the door. This will be for later. Mrs. Olsen answered wearing a black blouse and a white knee-length skirt. She wore black stockings beneath. It was hard not to stare at the shapely, blonde with a youthful smile. He felt his pants growing tighter.

“Great timing! I just got home. Hank brought the kids out to a movie so it’s just the two of us for a while.” She knelt, speaking to the little girl.
He held the command rod in his sleeve. “Just be nice and do what she tells you to do, okay?” He talked to his sister as he stared down at Mrs. Olsen’s squished breasts.
“Okay.” Betty replied.
Joel was unaware that his command went to the woman he was staring at. “We’ll be back in three hours or so. Thanks again!”

Inside, the focus shifted as Betty led her into the living room. “What would you like to do tonight, April?”
The eight-year-old girl scowled as she searched the room. Her eyes lit up as she looked above the television. “I want to play a game!” She pointed to the video game console sitting upon the shelf.
“That is Jack’s and I don’t really know how to set it up. How about you pick a board game to play instead.”
“I don’t want to play a board game!” Her frown returned.
“How about we-“
“I don’t want to do something with you, I don’t even know you!”
“April, this will be a way for us to get to know each other.”
“Your daughter isn’t nice to me. I don’t want to know you.” She yelled.
“April, if you’re going to be like this then I’m going to put you in time out.”

The little girl crossed her arms and huffed. Betty knelt to talk to her. “Let’s do something fun instead, okay? Want to play with some toys?”
“You go play with toys! I’m going to watch a movie!” She stomped to the couch and fumbled with the television remote.

Betty felt suddenly hot and bothered, her mind wandering to the bedroom. April clicked to a kid’s show and sat complacently upon the couch. She knew it was wrong, but Betty had a strong urge to slip away to please herself. “Uh, okay, I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” Betty hurried down the hall and locked the door. She reached beneath the bed to find her personal box of adult toys. She poured them onto the blanket and touched herself. She was so aroused that she decided to rip a small hole in her leggings and move her panties aside.

Grabbing the purple silicone dildo, she lubed it up and slipped it in with ease. Sometimes she could finish with just that, but tonight she decided to use a vibrator too. She took the white bullet vibrator and nestled it just above her lower lips. She clicked it on and moved her panties over to hold them in place. She laid upon the bed and ran her hands over her clothed body. Tracing along her hip and up her sensitive breasts, she twirled a finger around her nipple with one hand and rubbed her hot inner thigh with the other.

She bit the tip of her finger as she pushed the toy upon her clit. Her whole body tingled as she felt sweet release approaching. Suddenly a knock came upon the door. She shot upright at the exact moment orgasm came. She fought to keep quiet as buckled forward, overcome by the pleasure. A call came from the other side. “Open the door; I need help with this remote!”

Betty stood with the toy still vibrating, clenching her legs together as she shuffled to the door and flicked the lock.
April shoved through the door, presenting a remote for the Blu-Ray player. “This is stupid!” She exclaimed.
Why the hell didn’t I turn the toy off?! Betty bit her lip as she tried to assist the girl. “Th-this is for the… the… other… Just, just go out there and I’ll be right out.”
“Help me now!” The girl stomped.
“F-fine.” She followed the girl to the living room, careful not to let the toys slip from her wet lower opening.

April plopped on the couch after handing her the remote. Betty grabbed the correct remote and noticed her hands were shaking. She felt weak and dizzy as she explained how to use the TV. “J-just hit this button… to open th-the guide. This… This is the volume, and this is-“
“I know how to change the channel!”
“Do… Do you mind if I leave you… alone for a little longer?” She gripped the couch as she felt another orgasm starting.
“Uh-huh.”
She closed her eyes, shaking as April shot her an irritated glance. It took a moment to compose herself before she headed down the hallway.

Betty’s stockings were damp when she got back to the bedroom. She moved her panties aside, pulling the moist vibrator away and removing the dildo. It felt so nice to have full control of her body once again. She wiped them off, replaced the toys in the box and put them back under the bed. Once relaxed, she went back to the front room to join April on the couch.
“What show is this?”
“Shhh.”
“April, I just want to spend a little time-“
“At home when a movie is on everyone is quiet.” It went to commercial after a couple of minutes and the little girl searched for the fast forward button.
“April, I’m probably going to be babysitting you on occasion, so we should be friends!”
“I will be your friend if you just let me watch this!” She brought up her hands dramatically. “Just do whatever you’d be doing if I wasn’t here. Do it outside, I don’t care! I need to focus!” She pointed with determination.

The little girl was cute, Betty thought. She will be fine for a little bit. Another urge pulled her away. This time she went to the bathroom and dug in the back of the cabinet under the sink. I don’t get the chance to use this very much. Against all her good senses, she gathered a 2-gallon bucket and the extra-long Higginson’s syringe before making her way out the back door, turning on the water to the hose as she passed. In their backyard, she sat in a bright yellow reclining lawn chair, pulling the trigger on the hose nozzle and filling the bucket with a gentle spray. What the hell am I doing? I should not be out here with this.

Once the bucket was mostly filled, she sat the hose down and licked the plastic end of the tube. Moving her panties aside, she slipped it up her ass and put the other end of the syringe into the bucket. I should be doing this inside, but I think I’ll be safe. Most of the neighbors can’t see this spot in the backyard anyway. Leaning back, she gave the bulb a squeeze, forcing the chilly water into her bottom. She continued, pumping slowly, reveling as the fluid filled her.

Her tummy inflated as she sat pumping, watching the water level in the bucket slowly descending. I love the full feeling, but I can’t do too much at a time. I don’t want to completely ruin my figure. I miss being pregnant, but I don’t want to be fat. She had developed this fetish a while back, a few years after Jack was born. She looked at the hose. I can’t imagine someone taking more than this at a time. Another squirt shot into her rump as she thought back to the rumors about Ms. Weigert. That poor girl inflated like a balloon. I can’t ever get that even close to that point.

Her belly peeked from beyond her blouse as she nearly emptied the bucket. She got a blast of air and it caused her insides to churn. She let go of the bulb and felt her hard stomach. The cramps passed and she felt immense pleasure as she sat, remembering her belly when she was carrying Karen and Jack. She didn’t even have to touch herself to achieve orgasm, being pleased by the mere thought of pregnancy. After, she felt tired and drained as she relaxed in the folding chair. Her eyelids heavy, she couldn’t bring herself to stand. I’m just going to take a quick nap. Betty rolled onto her side and her mind drifted.

April stepped through the door, searching for her sitter. “Mrs. Olsen?” The little girl found the sleeping woman and was irritated that she ignored her calls. April saw the orange tube with the weird ball in the middle leading into a bucket next to the woman’s chair. The girl walked behind her, noticing the other end disappeared under the babysitter’s dress. April held it for a moment before she gave it a hard squeeze, watching it puff back out in her hand. She repeatedly squeezed the bulb, laughing as it reformed moments after.

She noticed the lack of water in the bucket and decided to use the hose to refill it. It took a time before she got it working, but she filled the bucket to half before she resumed playing with her new toy. She was amazed to see the water disappearing with each pump. Moaning as she slept, Betty shifted. April peeked around the front to see visible skin around her midsection. “It’s going in your tummy!” April whispered excitedly, moving back and pumping furiously.

Betty’s eyes opened after a few minutes, discomforted by the cramping in her guts. She held her full tummy, angry with herself for not going inside to empty sooner. “Ugh, why do I do this to myself? It hurts-“ Her mind registered the noise behind her. She rolled onto her back and saw the little girl using both hands to compress the bulb on the syringe. Her mind was hazy as her eyes looked to her swollen belly.

“A-April, st-stop!”
“You are getting bigger! This is fun!”
“Please, April! Pl-please… this isn’t something you sho-should be doing.”
The girl continued, grinning. Betty reached down to remove the hose, but the girl yelled. “Don’t take it out! You wanted to play with me, didn’t you?”
“N-not like this.”
“I want to see how big I can get you!” The girl grabbed the hose and sloppily refilled the bucket before she started once again. “This is fun!”
“April, this is dangerous, you should stop. We can play something else. I’ll… I’ll get you ice cream! I’ll get you candy! Just stop squeezing that thing, okay?” Her voice was hurried, panicking.
“Maybe later.” The girl switched between hands, pumping as fast as she could. She ignored the rest of Betty’s comments, but eventually she slowed and let go of the pump. She reached over and poked Betty’s firm belly, causing it to gurgle and churn. “You look so big!”

She looked about five or six months pregnant by this stage. She groaned and complained as a wave of cramps gripped her for a short time and then her belly quieted once again. The young girl turned around and kicked the nearly empty plastic bucket. “This is too much woooork!” She complained as she stared at the hose in the grass.

“Just go inside and we can do something, ugh… something else.” April nodded, as if she might heed her advice. Betty’s relief was cut short, however, as the young girl picked up the loose end of the tube and the hose.

The girl struggled to stretch the end of the Higginson’s syringe over the garden hose nozzle. With a huff, she looked to Betty. “Put this on here for me.” Betty was nearly in tears as she took the rubber hose and fit it over the nozzle before handing it back to the girl. “Thanks!” The girl gave a confused look. “What’s your name again?”
“B-Betty.”

April nodded, taking the handle of the hose and squeezing it on, using both hands to achieve full blast. There was a short pause as the bulb inflated, and with a quick pop, Betty could feel the cold water rushing in. The girl giggled as they both watched her exposed belly vibrating as it filled. I’ve never taken this much before! She had thoughts of the teacher that pumped herself so full of water… Please don’t let me go the same way she did. Betty sat up and put her legs off the side of the chair, leaning forward in agony. Her belly looked far larger sitting like this, as she appeared to be nearly as big as she had been when carrying Jack.

“You’re huge!” The little girl spoke with glee as she held the hose handle all the way down. “Do you have babies in there? Is this how babies are made?”
“N-n… No… You h-have to sto-p. It, it’s too much.” With her hands on her knees, Betty could only focus on her massive belly. Her skirt was tight and damp and her blouse lifted high on the growing bulge.

The girl released her grip on the nozzle. “My hands hurt,” she said simply.
“Then you sh-should st-stop.” Betty mumbled.

Dropping the hose, the girl bounded away without explanation. Betty tried and failed to stand, plopping back onto the chair as the girl returned. “There, it should go faster now.” April grabbed the hose and depressed the handle, sending a torrent of water into her bowels. The rubber tube bulged and rocked as water forced its way through the small opening and inside her ass.

“You… You can’t do this, April!”
“Why not? It’s fun!”
“You… you’re going to hurt me! Th-this isn’t good for me.”
“Why were you doing it then?”

Betty couldn’t find an answer as she put her head in her hands. The little girl touched her stomach as it continued expanding, hiding most of her skirt as it inflated to her knees. So much water is going in! She knew she couldn’t take much more.

“April!” The little girl jumped with fright as her brother rushed over. “What are you doing to her?”
“I’m helping her get bigger!” The girl exclaimed with a pleased expression.
Joel took the connected hose handle and set it on the ground. “Why are you doing this in front of my sister?” He asked the full woman.
“You told me to… do what… she says.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said do… to do what she tells me.” She was visibly confused. “I’m sorry… I don’t know!”

Joel thought back, trying to piece together how such an event would have happened. He knew this must have come from a command, but he only issued one to April. “Oh shit, I was looking at you!” He looked at the situation he had inadvertently created. He stopped himself before he gave her the command to go inside and empty. “Why waste such a good situation?”

His sister was confused by his comments while Betty was distracted by discomfort. She watched as Joel unbuckled and slid his jeans to the ground. Breathing heavily, Betty allowed Joel to ease her back onto the folding chair. “What are… what are you doing?” Betty’s pained eyes looked to him for an answer which she already knew.

“I’m just going to fuck you for a little bit. You look too good like this.”
“Please, just stop this.” She whined.
“Woah, what is that thing?” April interrupted, pointing at the shaft between his legs.
“You’ll learn about it in a few years.” Joel climbed atop the woman in the chair, pulling her legs up and pushing her full belly back. The chair made a squeak before it collapsed on one end. With half of the chair broken, Betty’s shoulders hit the ground while her lower half remained high. Her water-filled belly pressed against her face as it gurgled angrily.

Joel held her as he went to his knees on either side of the chair. He put her legs upon his shoulders as she lay mushed beneath her fleshy mass. Seeing the tear in her stockings, he poked into the warm, damp mound between her legs, having to pause. “God, you feel amazing.” She grumbled a response, unable to move much in her current state. Joel turned to his sister. “Fill her.”

The confused little girl had a smirk spread across her face as she picked up the hose and squeezed the trigger. Betty let out a muffled scream as the water erupted into her. Joel started moving and soon Betty found the pleasure to be overcoming the pain of the encounter. She felt ashamed, but orgasm was creeping closer. Joel fucked her without remorse, pushing deep while pressing against her distended, still filling belly.

“What are you doing to her?” April asked as she stepped closer, watching them fornicate.
“Just keep the water going, I’m almost done.” Joel continued as Betty let out weak moans. He unfastened Betty’s skirt and tossed it aside.
“Why does she like this? How is that water going in her?”
“It’s going up her butt, April.” Joel answered curtly.
“Up her butt?! I thought… Is that… Why?”

The question went unanswered as Joel moved faster, causing her heavy frame to jiggle as her shoulders pressed awkwardly upon the ground. With her legs in the air, Joel lifted her butt and started pumping downward. He nearly stood above her as he drove his cock down into her wet hole. Pushing her blouse down, her belly was huge and now exposed completely. Joel pushed her legs over her and leaned onto her.

Betty was scrunched into an awkward ball. Her stomach pushed against her face as she stabilized herself with her arms, trying desperately to stay upright. After a few more pumps, Joel yanked out and let her down just enough to shoot streams of cum on her exposed belly, clothed chest, and her red face. Some went in her mouth as she reached down to find pleasure herself. She rubbed her aching, wet hole violently and within seconds she gasped with a body shaking orgasm.

“Woah! That was gross!” The little girl stared.
“Stop the water now, April.” Joel stepped back, letting the inflated woman down carefully.
“Do all those fat people do this? Is that how they get so big?” She hesitated. “Was that milk that came out of your… thing? She seemed to like it.”
Joel grabbed the command rod as he put his pants back on. “April, go inside and forget everything that happened out here.” He waited for his sister to close the door before he pulled the plug from the woman’s ass.

“N-no, no, I can’t…” He stepped back as water blasted out of her. “I command you to go inside, go to the bathroom, and empty out. Don’t let anymore out on your way there and don’t let April see you.

Betty halted the eruption, rolling over and struggling to stand. She whined, putting a hand on her belly as she trotted through the grass. The woman’s blouse was crumpled, resting upon her heavy grumbling stomach, wearing only torn stockings and damp panties below. She quieted as she moved inside, stepping with caution as she closed the door behind her. Well, I guess that worked out. He picked up the dress she left behind. I’ll have to give her a few more commands to completely forget this, but at least she’ll be okay.